Page 103 of Sour Notes

“Dare.”

Smirking, he sprawls back in the lounger again.

“I dare you to sit on my lap until the bottle lands on us again.”

Oh that’s easy.

Ignoring Nick’s groan, I stand with a flourish, grab us both a fresh beer, and seat myself on his lap. I plant a kiss on his nose before leaning forward—and yes, grinding myself into his rapidly hardening dick—to spin the bottle, which lands on Mario.

“I dare you to pick someone else in the group, then race naked into the ocean. First one there wins.”

Mario cackles, literally living for this moment. “Nick, tag, you’re it.”

“For fuck’s sake, dude. Some cousin you are.”

They both start removing clothes until they end up totally nude, covering their dignity with just their hands.

We’re all laughing hysterically while we watch these two idiots run naked, full moons glowing as they try to keep their dicks covered, but not gonna lie, Swayze’s hard cock has me a little distracted.

On edge.

The same crazy urge that made me crave one wild night for Halloween comes over me and I can’t help myself.

Turning back to him while everyone else heads towards the shoreline recording the boys, I press my lips against his and whisper, “Truth or dare.”

“Dare,” he murmurs, holding my gaze.

“I dare you to slide your dick in me right here, right now.”

His breath hitches, his eyes darkening to molten silver. “Mia. We can’t. Your brother⁠—”

“My brother is a little occupied. Are you afraid of a little dare, Wolfie?”

He lets out a strangled groan. “Babe, I don’t have any condoms on me.”

“All. The. Better.” I punctuate each word with a kiss and he sucks in a sharp breath before looking past me to assess the group. I watch in rapt fascination and see the exact moment he makes up his mind.

The air around us thickens with tension and his slightly unfocused, molten eyes meet mine, wild with need.

“Fuck it.” He growls, our gazes locking as he nods.

Shifting slightly, I lift my ass so he can undo his shorts, exposing his big, hard cock. There’s even a juicy bead of precum on the tip and I can’t help myself—I swipe my thumb over the head of his dick, stealing that drop and sucking it into my mouth.

“Fuuuuuck. You’re such a dirty girl,” he groans, dropping his head onto my arm.

Smiling wickedly, I help him, pulling my thong to one side as he guides his hard cock inside me.

I’m so wet—because Nick’s not wrong, this entire day felt like foreplay—that Swayze glides in easily. He stretches me in the best way, chasing away that dull throbbing ache that’s been ever present since our moment in the pool earlier.

Fuck. That’s good.

He fills me so perfectly, in a way I’m fast discovering only he can.

Hissing, he wraps his arms around me while I fiddle with my dress, making sure I’m not flashing anything emotionally scarring to the rest of the group.

The thrill of someone catching us gives me a huge lady boner, but I’d die if my twin, or anyone else here tonight, actually did.

Swayze, my hero, picks up exactly what I’m putting down and moves his hands to my thighs, holding my dress in position with a little squeeze.