Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Almond, cream, artificial flavor, and sugar. Closer to an almond-flavored latte than fellatio, but hey, it's a bachelor party, not a sex research study.
"All right, kids, we're going to let these two go. But first, I want everyone in the know to rate the shot. How did it match your experience. Go." He looks to the grooms.
Kenji laughs. "Nothing could match you, baby."
"You either." Nathan pulls his fiancé into a tight embrace. A soft kiss at first. Then a slow, sloppy one.
Cassie laughs. "You know, if you didn't try so hard to be outrageous at all times, it would be more believable."
"I don't hear a rating," Zack says.
She shrugs. "Why do we fuss over fellatio and not cunnilingus?"
She shoots her boyfriend a can you believe this look, but he's not as, uh, evolved as she'd like to believe.
He fails to hide his interest in the mental image of her with another woman.
Cassie came out as bisexual a billion years ago. No one was surprised—the way she talked about Shirley Manson was a dead giveaway—and everyone was supportive. But most of the guys we knew, guys our age, said some stupid shit.
I never heard my brother say anything idiotic about it, but I heard his friends talking about how much they wanted to see Cassie making out like she was in a girl-on-girl porno. There was a year when they kept daring her to kiss women like there was something edgy about that idea.
Men are so stupid sometimes.
But never Jackson.
"Okay, kids, that's it for me." Cassie waves goodbye. "I've got to—"
"Enjoy your next blow job somewhere private," Kenji says. "No wait. That's my plan." He hugs Cassie goodbye.
She, Damon, and both grooms trade hugs with the group.
Cassie leaves with smart parting words. "If Zack gives you too much trouble, call me, okay?"
Everyone nods.
But then… if the grooms are leaving, isn't the bachelor party over?
"Should we get out of here?" I ask.
"After one thing," Zack says. "I heard you and Damon talking."
How the fuck did he hear that? And how much did he hear?
Zack notices my blush and smiles. "And, well, the idea you and J had is brilliant. Truth or dare. One round. Then we leave."
"Right here?" Laurel asks. "Really?"
"Would you rather use the limo?" Zack asks.
"Aren't they taking it back?" Laurel asks.
"Back?" Zack laughs. "They're going to a sex club."
"The grooms?" Laurel asks. "That's a fun bachelor party activity. Why didn't they invite us?" She pouts.
"No. Cass and Damon." He laughs. "She left the page up on her phone."
When the fuck did Zack get so savvy?
He sees—and knows—too much.
I guess he finally hit Laurel's limit. This time, her nose scrunches.
Zack smiles. Victory. He's the most disgusting person here. Go him. "So you want to play in the limo?" he asks.
"I'm going to hit the hay," Rome says.
Laurel smiles, triumphant for some reason. "Okay, Let's play on the way back to the hotel. That's enough time for one round, yeah?"
Jackson looks to me and raises a brow.
I'm not sure what he's asking. Only that my answer is yes. I nod and follow Zack out of the club, through Freemont Street, around the corner, down two streets.
We pile into the oversized limo like kids on our way to prom.
And just like kids on our way to prom, we settle in for an epic game of truth or dare.
Zack, of course, comes out swinging. He volunteers to go first, and he looks at me, and he says, "Daphne Webb. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," I answer instinctively.
And in the ultimate teenager move, he says, "I dare you to kiss Jackson."
Chapter Fourteen
Daphne
My cheeks flush. My chest too.
I'm in high school again. I'm in a limo with purple-red lights, pretending bad wine is champagne, playing truth or dare.
And just like in high school, I desperately want to pounce on the opportunity, and I want to run away in shame too.
No. This isn't like high school. I know how to work through shame now.
I acknowledge the emotion. I feel it in my body, in the tenseness of my chest and the flush of my skin, and that awkwardness in my bones.
I experience it, and I let it go.
There's nothing wrong with wanting Jackson.
There's no reason to feel ashamed of a desire. Any desire. Even a truly perverse one.
And this is positively vanilla by anyone's standard.
I want a hot guy.
I want the chance to kiss him without consequences.
Who wouldn't?
As it did in high school, the space freezes.
No one knows what to make of Zack's dare. They're not sure if he's some sort of bold innovator or if he's some sort of reckless asshole.
The truth is, he's both.
He'll probably parlay his hockey money into a career as an investor. I only hope he develops a post-athletic career paunch. Otherwise, he'll be way too conventionally appealing. The annoying personality only adds to the whole maverick millionaire vibe.