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There was zero doubt in her mind that he knew they watched him, but he didn’t pay them attention aside from answering questions. His touch never wavered from her, and she knew his focus remained on her.
However, it didn’t stop her inner bitch from longing to make an appearance.
“How did you two meet?” one of the guys asked as he tugged his girl down on his lap, eliciting a high-pitched giggle from her.
“She worked for my brother before I convinced her to be mine.” Hastings fingered her curls, tugging slightly as he spoke.
“Awww,” the women cooed as a unit.
One of them clapped her hands together and said, “Let’s play truth or dare. Couple wise.”
Violet had opened her mouth to protest when he leaned close and captured her mouth. “Let loose tonight, Curls. After going toe to toe with that fucking reporter and having to deal with my father as well as Evan’s sperm donor, you deserve it.”
“You saw that?”
He kissed her, tongue swiping along her lower lip before he pulled it into his mouth and drew hard, ending with a nip of his teeth.
“I see everything where you’re concerned, Violet Wentz.” Another kiss. “Play with me.”
Christ, she had no resolve to refuse this man. “Fine,” she huffed.
This kiss was longer. Hotter. And she didn’t doubt she would be leaving a wet spot on the couch.
“We’re in,” he announced, pressing his lips to her forehead. “Just so you know, we don’t like to lose.”
“Drinks,” one of the others hollered. “We need more drinks.”
Since they weren’t sitting on the floor and no one wanted to get down there to spin a bottle to see who got the first questions, they agreed to go around the room and whomever had the last truth or dare got to ask someone next.
“All right,” the man named Todd said. “You,” he continued pointing to another couple. “I’m asking the first question. What part of your body gets the most compliments?”
Violet leaned forward. “Weren’t you supposed to ask truth or dare first?”
“Oh shit, I was. Okay, truth or dare?”
Everyone laughed. The woman, Angie, grinned. “I like that question, so I’m going with truth.” She sat forward, downed her drink and grabbed her boobs. “These girls. Guys can’t stop looking at them.”
Violet kept her opinion to herself as the guys, and girls, all leaned closer and oohed and ahhed over them. Aside from her and Hastings.
“Not wanting to get in line to see her tits?” she asked him with a nudge.
“Only ones I want to see are covered by emerald satin.” He moved his arm, fingers shifting along the outside of one breast. “Yours. And I’m all for you showing them to me but I won’t share.”
The questions rolled on. The dares went all over the spectrum. Violet laughed more than she had in a while with others who weren’t family. Wiping her eyes from listening to one of them describe how her cat’s food tasted she looked for her drink and realized it was finished. Hastings passed her his, and she didn’t hesitate to take a swallow.
Not normally a fan of vodka, she didn’t mind whatever his drink was as it slid down her throat.
“Wait, wait. I have a dare,” Charlie announced as she pushed vibrant red hair over her shoulder.
“Not how it works,” her date said.
“Fine,” she huffed. “Violet, truth or dare?”
“You seem invested in a dare, so I’ll take it. What you got?”
She rubbed her hands together, waggled her eyebrows and leaned forward. “I dare you to give Hastings a lap dance.”
“You don’t have to,” he murmured beside her.
“A lap dance?”
Charlie nodded. “Yep.”
“You got it.” She tossed back another gulp of his drink and got to her feet. Violet knew her dress made her look good. She had an ass, unlike a lot of the women in the room with them. Popping it out, she made sure to slowly glide her hands down over her figure. “You all better take some lessons.”
“Violet.” Hastings reached for her.
Waggling a finger at him she tutted. “No touching, sir. I’m allowed to touch but you have to keep your hands to yourself.”
Those around them whooped and hollered.
“I need music.”
Someone started some, she didn’t know who, she was staring at Hastings. The man practically dripped sexual prowess and damn, but he made her hot. His outfit still had her longing to peel it off one article at a time. His sleeves had been pushed up, exposing hard forearms dotted with black ink. His lean hips were clad in black material that didn’t stand a chance on hiding how big he was—all over.
Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton filled their spot, and Violet closed her eyes, moving her hips as she found the rhythm of the song. Bending at the waist, she leaned in and dragged her finger down the bridge of his nose, down through his beard, along his throat and onto his torso.
