Page 34 of Her Crew

“What’re you guys talking about?”

“Tegan was just telling me about the big sale you guys did yesterday.”

I run my hand through my hair. “Yeah, that was a bit of a low blow, even for us.”

Tye shakes his head. “Feeling bad about it, Ace? The crowned king of deceit? Are you getting soft on us?” He and Tegan share a laugh. “I’m not upset about her utilizing her bruise to make sales. She’s thinking on her feet. That’s the type of person who does well in this business.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I guess you’re right.”

“You’re the one who told me that you wanted to make her a ruthless saleswoman.” His hand drops to her thigh. Though a thin set of leggings separates his skin from hers, jealousy lights in my gut like a pilot light on a furnace. Heat builds at the sight of them. Instead of getting angry, however, I get curious. My eyes ping-pong between the two.

“Why don’t we play truth or dare?” she asks after taking a swig of her drink.

Tye pulls his hand away when he realizes where it was resting. I wish he wouldn’t have moved it. He finishes his beer and sets it on the bedside table. “I’ll play.”

“Truth or dare,” Tegan asks me as she sits up.

“Dare,” I say.

She cups her cheek and looks around the room. “I dare you to run to the van and back . . . naked.”

“Really, pup?”

Tye bites back a laugh. “The lady speaks. Get naked and run, Ace.”

I put down my drink, strip off my clothes, cup my dick, and rip open the door. Off I run, across the fucking parking lot. My fingers touch the van, and I run back. Thankfully, all the other rooms have their curtains closed. Tegan’s smiling face is visible through my window, though.

“You’re an asshole,” I say through a laugh as I pop back into the room and grab my clothes off the floor. Tye looks away as I get dressed, but Tegan’s eyes remain on me.

“Truth or fucking dare, Tye?” I ask as I zip my jeans and sit on the bed.

His lips twist as he considers his fate, and Tegan sits beside him. “Dare,” he finally says. Bold move.

And my next one is even bolder.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I look like I’m trying to come up with the best dare I can, but I absolutely know what I’m going to ask, and it could make or break this friendship.

“I dare you to kiss Tegan,” I say.

He laughs. Sobers. And then laughs again. “Wait, what?”

“I dare you to kiss her.”

“I don’t understand,” he says.

As if all my fears about her accepting my kink were for nothing, Tegan doesn’t say anything. She just blushes. She’s not saying no, though.

This awkward moment lingers, and no one moves. I’m just about to say I was kidding so that I can salvage this painful fucking moment, but Tye leans toward Tegan. She leans toward Tye. His hand hooks around the back of her neck and pulls her the final few inches before his mouth presses against hers. His lips spread, and she whimpers as the kiss deepens.

And I’m suddenly hard as fuck.

Tye growls against her mouth and crawls over her, then pulls away and wipes his mouth. “Oh god, Ace, I’m sorry.”

I try to argue, but he’s already standing up. He knocks the beer can over and panics as he tries to put space between all of us.

“I have to go,” he says, and I have to get up and catch his arm before he leaves. He rips his arm from his grasp. “No, Ace. I’m leaving.” The walls tremble as he slams the door behind him.

Fuck.