Page 101 of Sour Notes

Slow your roll, Mia. What’s next, a puppy called Fisticuffs? How much fucking alcohol have you actually had?

I know you agreed to forget reality, but kids are next level.

Pulling the beer bottle from Swayze’s hand, I take a long drag, swallowing it down before taking another.

Swayze chuckles, stroking a warm hand up my thigh. “You gonna leave me some of that, Angel?”

I tilt the bottle to my mouth, letting it pool there, then lean in. He opens immediately and I kiss him, trickling the beer between us as our tongues tangle together.

This might be the hottest, dirtiest kiss I’ve ever shared. Swayze rises to the occasion—pun absolutely intended, given the poke I’m detecting—every time. His hand slides higher on my thigh, gripping me tight.

I’ll be wearing his marks tomorrow for sure.

“Woooooah now. Can you two go and get a room to fuck already? I can’t watch your foreplay anymore. It’s like stumbling onto an OnlyFans with people you know, and that is not my kink, sis.”

Goddammit, Nick. You’re lucky I love your stupid ass.

Spinning on Swayze’s lap to face the group again, I try to ignore the huge boner attempting to break through his shorts, only rubbing myself on it once—okay, maybe twice—but I definitely stop when Swayze hisses behind me.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry. Pass us a couple more beers and let’s play, Nicky. We’re ready.” I laugh, making grabby hands at my twin.

Well, one of us is more than ready to play. Just not the game Nick has in mind…

Once we’re all settled with fresh beers, Nick forces me to move—reluctantly, I might add—off Swayze’s lap and onto the lounger next to his, and grabs an empty beer bottle to kick off the game.

It starts off super chill, but with Mario handing out beers like he’s at a frat party we all get a little more buzzed—okay, let’s be real we left that three beers ago and took a hard right into dumb decision-making territory.

The bottle spins, finally landing on me. “Truth.”

Layla shouts, “Have you ever faked an orgasm, and with who?”

Ha. Surely she knows what she’s just done. I’m totally about to call out her brother for being a lousy fuck.

Oh well, I stopped giving a shit a while ago and hit the level of unhinged I require to let my freak flag fly.

“Yup, I’ve faked so many I should’ve seen a paycheck. And nope. I see those heads turning toward my Wolff, but I can assure you it wasn’t with him. He can make me come with a freakin’ look if he tries hard enough.” I nod toward the toad. “It was with that guy.”

Pete glares at me, crushing the beer can in his hand while the group erupts around us. Mario slaps his thigh, wiping tears from his eyes, and Swayze grabs my chin and tugs me in for a kiss. Just as he slips in a little tongue, Nick shouts, interrupting us again.

“No, no, Mia. It’s your turn to spin the bottle.”

Ugh, god. Who made him the fun police tonight?

As a nearlywed, surely he should be all over his woman too. I hope it lands on one of them next and I’ll sort that out.

The bottle, would you believe, lands on the toad. Because of course it does.

It’s either unlucky or payback.

Okay Mia, you’re not letting him win again.

He glares at me, “Truth.”

The man wouldn’t know the truth if it kicked him in the balls.

“How many women have you cheated on her with?”

Silence falls over the group, all eyes trained on him. Putting him on blast guarantees I’ve earned his wrath, but you know what? Let him try.