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“Yeah, it suits you. You might be a big bad raven to the rest of the world, but in these four walls, you’re softer, calmer, more pure. Like a dove.” I’m speechless and my heart is hammering in my chest as I peer up at him. How do they all have a way of getting under my skin? “So,Dove, want to play a drinking game?”
I’m not sure how I feel about this nickname. His explanation is heart-warming, but it also leaves me feeling exposed, vulnerable, and uneasy. Three emotions I don’t do well with. A drinking game is definitely needed to wash it all away.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, my voice huskier than I expected.
His face lights up with mischief as Eldon runs his fingers down my arm, making me shiver. “Hmm, we can do truth or dare, a stripping card game, or spin the bottle,” he offers, and Creed scoffs.
“If we play spin the bottle, it will only be Raven spinning because I sure as shit am not touching any of you fuckers,” Creed grumbles, and a chuckle slips past my lips.
“So it would basically be Raven spins the bottle and we escalate what the prize is after each spin? Sounds like fun to me,” Eldon murmurs against my ear, but it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.
“I like the sound of that,” Zane adds, winking at me.
“Are you trying to use a drinking game to segway into sex?” I ask with a quirk of my brow and Eldon gasps from behind me.
“We would never.”
Liar.
Smirking, I down the rest of my drink and place the empty glass on the table. “If I don’t want the prize that’s laid out, we take a shot instead. Fair?”
“Fuck, you’ll play?” Zane startles, awe flashing in his eyes as excitement radiates from him.
“You better be quick before I change my mind,” I murmur, and he slips from beneath me a moment later, racing to the kitchen for an empty bottle.
I glance at the others, worried this isn’t something they’re interested in, but Creed and Eldon are looking at me with heat consuming their pupils and Brax hasn’t left the room, even if he hasn’t lifted his gaze. I’ll count that as a win.
“Spin number one… you kiss the winner on the cheek.”
It sounds light and simple, but I get the feeling it’s a telling sign that he’s easing me into it before things get deeper.
Nodding, I stand at the end of the coffee table, teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I focus on the bottle and not the guys. I’m a walking ball of need at this stage and it looks like I’m willing to go to whatever extremes are necessary to get myself closer to the edge of climax.
I spin the green bottle, my body clenching as the sound echoes around the room until the bottle comes to a rest pointing at Creed. He leans forward in his seat without a word, making me smile as I move closer. He taps his finger expectantly on his cheek and I give him a fake glare before pressing my lips gently against his skin. I linger an extra second longer than necessary before pulling back.
Bouncing back to the table, I meet his gaze for a split second, seeing the hunger that I’m sure radiates from me, too, before turning to Zane. “What’s next?”
“Next spin gets a five-second, closed-lipped kiss.”
I grin, nodding as I spin the bottle again. Panic flickers through me when the bottle lands on Brax. When he sits forward in his seat, I expect him to reach for the glasses to take a shot but, to my surprise, he braces his arms on his knees.
Holy fuck.
Rubbing my lips together, I move around the table and slowly drop to my knees in front of him. I don’t know why I do that instead of waiting for him to tilt his head back, but it’s too late to stand now.
I don’t want to force myself on him, though, so I wait until his eyes meet mine. I’m hoping to catch a glimpse of what he’s feeling, but he’s a closed book, leaving me to stare dreamily at the cover. “Are you ready for the worst five seconds of your life?” I ask, hoping to lighten the mood, and it earns me an eye roll. I take that as my cue, tentatively placing my hand on his thigh as I inch closer.
My skin tingles, anticipation consuming me as we get closer and closer until our lips touch. I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as the world drifts away. We’re not moving, there’s no passionate embrace or fired-up urgency, yet it sets me on fire.
His lips are so soft, his touch gentle, and his body warm.
I want to get lost in him, I want him to part my lips and claim more of me, but all too quickly, Eldon calls time. It takes everything I have to lean back, breaking the contact, but I’m acutely aware that it’s me that does so and not him.
Blinking my eyes open, I’m met with his fierce stare but he doesn’t say a word as he leans back in his seat. I drop my hand from his thigh and rush to my feet, tucking a loose tendril of hair behind my ear as I scurry back to the bottle.
I need a cold drink, something to take the edge off. I feel like I’m going to combust and we all still have our clothes on.
“Next?” I ask, refusing to look up.
