Page 27 of Dark Tangled Truths
I’m theirs to play with, and I love every minute of it.
“No one’s here, and you need to change.” Damon leans forward and grabs the elastic of my panties. “Get naked.”
I finish taking my shirt off over my head and drop it on Cam’s lap. He chuckles. My bra is practically already off. The cups are pulled to the side, exposing both my breasts. I reach behind me and watch Damon’s hungry eyes take me in as I release the clasp and drop it to the floor.
The way they watch me. The way they want me. It’s intoxicating and liberating.
I walk over to him in only my panties. As I slide them down my hips slowly, he tracks my every move. When they flutter to the floor, I lean over him and rest my good hand on his shoulder as I step out of them.
He wets his lips when I straighten, naked in front of him. My chest heaves with every breath. I need him to fuck me. My skin aches for their touch.
His smirk should have warned me, but he holds out my old uniform skirt, the too-short one he made me wear for him before. I take it from him and glance over at Hawk. I only have one good hand still.
“Can I get a little help?” I hold the skirt out to him.
Chuckling, he stands and takes it from me. When he steps behind me, his shirt brushes against my naked back. Sparksscatter through my system. I lean back against him as he puts his arms around me to hold the skirt for me to step into.
Their gazes are hot on me as Hawk buttons and zips my skirt once it’s in place. Damon holds out the top, which is a white men’s oxford, clearly one of Damon’s. Hawk takes it and helps me slip it up my arms.
Damon stands, and I lift my hooded gaze to his. I want him to touch me, not just dress me. He smirks and begins to button the shirt. His knuckles brush my breasts through the material, making my nipples harden almost painfully. He stops buttoning under my breasts and ties the rest into a knot, leaving my midriff bare. I glance toward the chair to see if he brought panties for me.
He cups my jaw and tips my head back so it presses against Hawk’s shoulder. Caught between the two of them, I’m so ready to move on to the next step.
“Did you want to ask something, little devil?” His eyes burn with heat.
I swallow. “Panties?”
This skirt is almost obscenely short. Without panties, I’m guaranteed to flash someone. I’m not worried about flashing the guys, but if my mom were to come down or worse, Adam...
“I don’t see the problem.” He rubs his thumb over my lips, and I breathe out at the hit of lust. “This is exactly how I would dress you.”
He smirks and lowers himself into his chair. Hawk steps back, leaving me on fire but cold without their touch. I glance down at my modified uniform and put my hand on my cocked hip.
“This is how you’d dress me?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Absolutely.” He leans forward and puts his hands on my thighs, drawing me to stand between his legs. “On your knees, little devil.”
“It’s not my turn to take a dare.”
“Okay, truth or fuck, little devil.”
“You didn’t spin the bottle.”
“But I choose you to ask, so what’s it going to be?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Truth.”
“Whose cock feels the best in your pussy?”
My mouth opens. What a fucker. “That’s not fair.”
He smirks. “Then take the dare, little devil.”
They might as well have called the game just Dare. I hate that he wins this one. I couldn’t even decide who feels the best. They all feel fucking fantastic, and I want to feel them inside me now. “Fine. Dare me.”
“Get my cock hard with your mouth and then sit with it buried in your cunt during the next turn.”
I press my thighs together at the ache his words cause. I flick my gaze to the others who are watching this little production Damon’s putting on. Fuck it. It’s not like I don’t want to do it.
