I shake my head. “I promise you. It’s just fun, something to do after a couple of drinks.”
“A bit like getting married?” The words leave her lips before she realizes what she’s said. She puts her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry,” she mumbles from behind them.
“It’s okay. No serious harm was done there either, I don’t think.”
I lead Yivi over to sit on the floor next to me. I’m nervous about her playing this game. I don’t know if it’s too much for her, but she’s taken everything else in her stride and hasn’t run away yet. I’m not stupid. I can tell she’s naïve and spending time with four virile men is going to be a massive learning curve for her, but I feel I want to prepare her for the outside world. The one she’ll face when we sign the annulment papers tomorrow and go our separate ways.
A lump settles in my throat…probably just the burger I devoured on my return to the room in a fit of hunger after performing.
“I’ll go first.” Cameron spins the bottle, and it lands on the girl who was sucking him off earlier. He leans forward and shoves his tongue down her throat. When he pulls back, he licks his lips and says, “Tastes of me.”
“Gross.” Zoey pretends to gag.
“All man, Zoey. I’ve offered to show you when you get bored of Tate.”
Zoey puts her arm around our lead singer. “I’m afraid it’s only the singers who do it for me.”
“Tease.” Cameron shakes his head and hands the bottle to the girl next to him. She spins it, and it lands on Tate. The girl instantly takes a dare after one look at Zoey.
Tate gets her to stand up and perform the lyrics from our first ever platinum hit. The poor girl is tone deaf, but she does indeed know our song. We all end up helping her out at the end.
“Liam.” Cameron passes me the bottle. “Your turn.”
I spin, and it lands on one of the girls Cameron and Austin brought back. I feel the tension suddenly ignite in the air. Yivi freezes next to me.
“I’ll take the dare,” I announce quickly, knowing I’m going to regret it.
“Okay.” Cameron laughs. “What shall we get him to do?”
One of the girls leans over to Cameron and whispers something into his ear.
“I love it!” My soon-to-be-dead lead guitarist smirks. I growl at him knowing this isn’t going to be fun. “We need a pair of your panties, Zoey Boey.”
“Fuck you,” Tate answers for his fiancée.
“Come on, man, it’s going to make Liam look silly.”
“Are his balls going anywhere near my woman’s underwear?”
Cameron shakes his head.
“Okay.” Tate nods. “ Get that pair you wear for special occasions. You know the ones I mean.”
“Tate?” Zoey giggles but disappears into her bedroom.
She comes back a few minutes later with the biggest pair of panties I’ve ever seen.
“What the fuck are they?” Austin, Cameron, and I all exclaim at the same time.
These panties are something like a granny would wear, complete with little flowers all over them.
“Period underwear.” Tate laughs.
The joke’s now on Cameron who was probably hoping to get me into a sexy thong. Still, I’m not entirely sure where I’ll be wearing the panties being displayed in front of me. Zoey hands them to me, and I stand up.
“Where are these going?”
Cameron’s lips curl up into a twisted smile. He can really be a sick fucker sometimes, but I love him to bits.
“You have to put them on over your jeans, and we’ll add a picture of you in them to the Instagram page. Is that good promotion for us, showing us having wholesome fun after a concert, Zoey?”
“That’s actually a great idea, Cameron. I’ll give you that.”
I’m going to look a complete dick on social media.
“Thank you for the support,” I huff at Zoey.
She holds her hands up.
“Babysitter here, making sure you all behave.”
“Fine.” I get to my feet and pull the granny panties over my jeans. They’re tight, and I instantly feel the loss of blood flowing to my manly parts. “Hurry up and take the picture before these things castrate me. I think a thong would have been better.”
Tate takes his phone from his pocket and snaps a few shots of me as I strike some sexy poses. I turn to give him a few of my ass in the tight panties. Yivi has the biggest smile on her face. It reaches her eyes, and I can tell she’s finding this hilarious. I join her in smiling.
When my torture is over, I remove the panties and fling them back to Zoey. “You might want to wash them before you put them away. I did a couple of really good farts while I was wearing them.”
“Yuck!” She drops them onto the floor.
“Who’s next?” Austin asks.
“Yivi?” Zoey questions.
My wife takes the bottle and spins it. We all watch in anticipation as it goes around and around. Eventually it lands on me.
Is that a feeling of relief in my chest?
The others in the room all cheer.
“Kiss,” Austin claps his hands together.
“Is that okay?” Yivi asks me. “I’m not sure I fancy a dare.”
“Of course it is.”
Yivi gets to her knees and leans into me. I do the same, presenting her with my cheek. At the last second, though, one of the girls squeals, and I turn my head. Yivi’s lips press against mine, warm and welcoming while sweet and spicy at the same time. We linger together like this for a few seconds before she pulls back.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to,” she apologizes.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, but Yivi is on her feet and fleeing from the room before I have a chance to say anything to reassure her it was all right.
I put my fingers to my lips and turn to look at Zoey. I see the knowing look on her face, and I’m instantly terrified. I liked the kiss.
“You need to talk to her,” Zoey encourages. I know she’s right.
Maybe I should have kept Zoey’s big girl panties, then I could’ve pulled them up to give me the courage I need to face what’s happening. Right now I just want to get blind drunk again and discover it was all a dream.
Chapter 6
Yivi
#IsItReallyPossibleToEnjoyAKissSoMuch
I run straight into my room and pull back the sheets on the bed before climbing under them and hiding. One of my fingers is still pressed to my lips where they’d joined with Liam’s in an all too brief kiss. It’d sent a bolt of electricity through my body and a strange sensation straight between my thighs, making me wet there.
I really do need to get out of here. I’m learning far too much, and for someone who’s led a sheltered life, it’s overwhelming.
“Yivi.” A knock comes at the door. “Are you okay?” Liam questions.
I don’t move. I’m like a little child hoping that the magical fort of sheets will protect me—not from a big bad ogre, though, but from myself.
“Yivi.” Liam tries again, and I hear the door being opened and his heavy footsteps on the carpeted floor. The bed dips as he sits down beside me. “I’m sorry.”