Truth or Dare: Party Games, Book 2 (8 page)

She nodded.

“Say it,” Grant demanded.

Miki’s darted her gaze over to Dayne before returning to him. “I promise to hold nothing back.”

Grant studied her for a minute longer before he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. A quick kiss that didn’t have time to turn into anything deeper as the coffee machine chimed and reminded him he was in the middle of cooking. He stepped away and walked back to the stove and the pan he’d left heating. The egg mix sizzled as he poured a third of it into the hot skillet. Dayne dropped a handful of each ingredient into the mixture and Grant kept careful watch over the omelette so it didn’t burn.

The bottom browned quickly and he had to take the pan off the heat for a minute or risk blackening the underside. He used a spatula to fold the omelette in half and flipped it once before he slid it onto a warming plate and put it in the oven. Working fast, he got the other two ready and switched off the burner. Grant turned to see Dayne and Miki had set the table with plates, cutlery and coffee. Grabbing the potholder, he lifted the plate from the oven and walked over to join them.

“They smell delicious.” Miki leaned over to take a deep breath of the omelettes. “I hope they taste as good as they smell.”

“Of course they do.” He served each of them an omelette before returning the plate to the kitchen. “Anyone want a juice?”

“No, I’m good,” Dayne said.

“I’ll stick with coffee.”

Grant grabbed a glass and filled it with juice before rejoining Miki and Dayne. He was pleased to see his best friend was already halfway through eating, but the sight of Miki taking her first bite had his gut clenching and his cock stirring. She’d cut a small portion and brought it to her mouth but she didn’t eat it straight away. Breathing in she closed her eyes and moaned.

“Damn, this really does smell great.”

He watched as Miki’s lips parted and she slid her fork between them. Her plum-red flesh closed around the silver tines and all Grant could think about was replacing that utensil with his cock. She drew the fork out and began to chew with eyes shut. Little murmurs of delight rumbled in her throat and his hands formed fists. Blood pumped through his veins, driving lust to every corner of his being. Swallowing proved hard with a suddenly dry mouth, but that wasn’t the only thing that was hard.

His cock throbbed and pushed against the front of his boxers, a wet spot forming on the cloth. With a groan, he slumped in his chair. A glance at Dayne showed his friend in a similar position. Miki was oblivious to what she was putting them through. Her shapeless sundress hung from her shoulders like a potato sack, but those unrestrained breasts jiggled beneath it with her movements and sent a bolt of lightning down Grant’s spine into his balls. He spread his legs in an attempt to ease the ache in his groin.

Miki swallowed her mouthful, opened her eyes and cut another piece of omelette. She raised it to her lips and started the whole erotic tease again. He watched in fascination, his breath stalled in his lungs, his erection pulsed and the need to be inside her clawed at his gut. The chair legs scraped along the tiles as he pushed back from the table. Fingers curled around the armrests, Grant breathed deep and struggled to remain in his seat when all he wanted to do was get up, race around to Mikaila and take her mouth with his.

She looked up and their gazes collided. He watched emotions flicker over her face, swirl in her eyes. Confusion, surprise, arousal. Electricity arced between them. Her pink tongue darted out and swiped across her lips, left a wet trail in its wake, and with a groan, Grant lost grip of his control. In three strides he was beside her, on his knees, his mouth slanting over hers. His tongue thrust deep, diving into the dark recesses to demand her surrender. Miki whimpered under his onslaught but she didn’t back away. If anything, she took more. Grant’s hands found her braless breasts and he cupped them, stroked them, squeezed them. The need to have her bare flesh in his hands became too much and he tore his mouth from hers.

Ragged breath ripped in and out of his lungs, his chest tight with the pain of working so hard. He stood and pulled her from her seat. Dayne stepped behind her, tugged the zipper of her dress down and Grant yanked the unflattering thing from her shoulders. The very air around them sparked when her naked breasts were revealed. Bending at the waist, he sucked one puckered nipple between his teeth and onto his tongue. Miki bowed against him, thrust more of her breast into his mouth as she wove her fingers through his hair and tugged him closer.

He curled his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and pushed them over her hips and down her legs. A sweet muffled moan drew his gaze. Miki’s head was turned to the side and Dayne had taken full advantage of the angle to kiss her senseless. Grant dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth to her pussy. Her scent surrounded him and her essence coated his tongue. Probing between her slick folds, he flicked at her clit. She jerked against him, her mound riding his face.

Grant held the backs of her thighs to keep her still while he ate his fill. Her flavour was like the finest wine, a mix of tart and sweet with an overlay of musk. He couldn’t get enough and pressed deeper. He glanced up to see Dayne sucking at her breast, her entire nipple consumed by his friend’s mouth. The sight was more erotically explosive than any porn movie he’d ever watched. His sac tightened, his shaft throbbed and pre-come seeped from the tip to soak the front of his boxers.

Miki’s fingernails dug into his scalp as she pumped her hips into his face. The sexy noises coming from her flowed over him, picked at his nerves with razor-sharp edges. Her responsiveness drove him wild. There was nowhere he touched that didn’t bring a reaction from her. A shiver, a sigh, a moan of pleasure. All his senses were on high alert as he concentrated on propelling her into bliss. Grant stroked his hands up the back of her thighs, taking them inwards so his fingers brushed the hot centre of her. His fingertips easily slipped through the soaked folds to circle her cunt and arse.

She writhed above him, her whole body straining against his and Dayne’s touch. His friend had moved behind her, held her up with his arms around her waist, her breasts cupped in his hands. Peering up, Grant could see Dayne’s mouth nibbling at her neck and his fingers tweaking her protruding nipples. Miki’s fingers tangled in Grant’s hair, wrenched at the strands as he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked the hard bundle with his tongue. He shoved two fingers into her cunt and felt the first tremors of her orgasm.

A harsh cry filled the room. The air was saturated with the scent of sex and sweat. Drenched with Miki. Her hips thrashed as he drove her on and her cream coated his face and hands. Strong muscles milked his fingers, clenched and released in a rolling wave that had his cock pulsating and blood boiling. Grant lifted his mouth from her sopping pussy but kept his fingers buried deep as the final ripples of her release died away. She went soft between them, Dayne’s arms around her middle and Grant’s hands now cupping her arse the only things keeping her upright.

Grant ground his teeth and fought his need to come, the possibility of embarrassing himself like a thirteen-year-old a near thing. Certain Dayne had hold of Miki, he got to his feet and pulled her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest, her breathing still short and shallow. A fine layer of sweat covered her skin, and as her body cooled in the wake of her orgasm goose bumps sprang up. Dayne disappeared from the room and Grant dropped into a chair with Miki cradled in his lap.

Dayne returned with his robe and together they dressed her. The arms hung past her hands and Grant folded them back to her wrists. He was rock hard but he didn’t want to fuck her now. Instead he was content to hold her in his arms and finish his breakfast. The omelettes were probably stone cold by now, but they could fix that by zapping them in the microwave. Grant was just about to ask his mate to reheat their breakfast but Dayne was ahead of him. Gathering up the plates he walked over to the kitchen.

He thought Miki had fallen asleep. Her breathing had settled into a deep rhythm and she lay perfectly still against his chest. Grant ran his hand up and down her back, from neck to arse, he caressed her spine through the robe. Her hair brushed his chin and Grant dropped a kiss on the top of her head. A deep sigh raised her shoulders, rubbed her breasts on his abs, her nipples pressing into him. His cock jerked at the erotic caress but he was determined they finish breakfast before seeking his own satisfaction. And he knew just where he’d be doing it too. Once they’d eaten it would be time for a cleanup and it wasn’t just the dishes that needed a wash.

Mikaila knew she should get up. But after the orgasm Grant and Dayne had just given her she could barely lift her head, never mind stand on her own two feet. Her bones felt like melted chocolate, all warm and soft. Every inch of her skin tingled and she had pins and needles in her fingers and toes. The throbbing ache in her breasts and groin were a constant reminder of the mind-numbing pleasure these two men had delivered. Again. She’d be lucky if they didn’t kill her. Actually, she’d be damn lucky to die at their hands.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Grant sat quietly, his hand sweeping up and down her spine in a soothing rhythm that would soon put her to sleep. Dayne was banging things around in the kitchen, but the noise sounded far away to her fogged senses. Miki snuggled into the plush robe they’d dressed her in, the soft material smelled of Dayne and sunshine. With her eyes closed, she relaxed into Grant’s warm embrace and let the beating of his heart lull her into that space between wake and sleep.

Grant shifted underneath her and the press of his erection into her thigh sent arrows of need into her core. Would he always affect her this way? Neither of them could touch her without her body reacting. Overwhelmed by her continuous arousal, Miki pushed up and tried to get off his lap.

“Uh-huh, stay here. Dayne is reheating the omelettes so we can finish breakfast.” Grant tightened his arm around her waist.

“I can’t sit on your lap to eat.”

“Yes, you can.” Dayne put a plate in front of them. Picking up a fork, he broke off a piece of omelette and raised it to her mouth. “Open up.”

“You—” Miki had no choice but to take the offered food. While she chewed Grant used his free hand to feed himself before getting a second bit ready for her. She opened her mouth to protest as she leaned over to grab a fork of her own, but Dayne snatched the utensil out of reach and Grant fed her another forkful of egg. Chewing quickly, Miki swallowed the mouthful and spoke in a rush before either of them could shove more food down her throat. “You know I am capable of feeding myself.”

“Yep. But it’s kind of nice taking care of you like this,” Dayne said as he offered her more.

She flattened her lips, determined to stop him. But they were just as adamant to get their way. Together they initiated a sneak attack. Grant tickled her ribs and the second she gasped Dayne pushed the food past her lips.

“Hey. No fair,” she spoke around the omelette.

Dayne grinned as he forked some into his own mouth.

“You need to eat and we want to feed you. Seems a simple enough thing to me,” Grant said.

“Spoon feeding me is simple?”

“Actually, yes. See?” Dayne scooped up some more egg and brought it to her lips. “Open wide.”

Miki rolled her eyes. “I’m not two you know.” She opened her mouth and took the food.

“No.” Dayne looked down at her breasts where they were partially visible between the crossed lapels of the robe. “You’re
definitely
not two.”

Banked fire smouldered in Dayne’s eyes and an answering warmth flared in the pit of her belly. She squirmed on Grant’s lap as she squeezed her legs together in an attempt to ease the throb. The move dragged a groan from his chest. Grant tossed his fork on the table and placed his hand on her leg just above her knee, his fingers digging into her muscle.

“Had enough?” The rough, gravelly sound of his voice shivered over her skin.

Dayne put his fork down and stood. The flames in his gaze burned brighter and he offered her a hand. “Come on. Time to clean up.”

Grant’s hand moved to her lower back and with a gentle push, he helped guide Miki to her feet. Her legs were like jelly, wobbling and threatening to give way, but she didn’t get a real chance to test them before Dayne bent his shoulder to her stomach and lifted her off her feet.

“Hey!”

He patted her arse. “Relax. Let us do all the work.”

Relax? He had her slung over his shoulder like a wet towel, how was she supposed to relax? “And what exactly are we doing?”

“Cleaning up.”

Miki raised her head to look at Grant walking behind them. “Cleaning up?”

“Yep, time for a shower.” His sexy grin curled her toes and sent heat spiralling through her belly.

They entered Grant’s room and Dayne put her on her feet. Her head spun and she took a second to steady herself. Grant made his way to the bathroom Miki could see through the open door on the other side of his big bed. Dayne gripped her hand in his and tugged her across the floor.

“Come on.”

Grant’s bathroom was spacious. Large white tiles covered the walls with a row of smaller colourful ones running around the room at chest height. The toilet was tucked in behind the door and a vanity ran the length of the wall. At first Miki thought there wasn’t anything else in the room, but the far wall didn’t meet one side and the gap was big enough to walk through. Grant disappeared behind the half-wall and it soon became obvious what was hidden behind it.

The sound of rushing water echoed off the tiles and steam quickly billowed out into the main area. Dayne slipped the robe from her shoulders as Grant reappeared. Both men stripped out of their underwear and led her back into the shower alcove.

“Turn around,” Grant directed.

Turning, Miki let him push her back a step and warm water cascaded down her back. She moaned as the spray hit stiff muscles, relieving tension she hadn’t realised was there. Relaxing, Miki closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The hot stream beat against her scalp and soaked her hair. Slippery fingers stroked over her shoulders and down her arms. Lifting her eyelids, she saw Dayne had lathered his hands and had begun to wash her. He wove his fingers between hers, his face a mask of concentration as he took his job seriously.