Page 31 of Double Dare
“She looks like a sex doll,” Jed says, then laughs. “Remember when Bo brought a sex doll to our party?”
I smirk at the memory. I was pretty young then, but it was a fun night. “Yeah, and Mom came home and Bo blamed it on Gar.”
“Then Mom had the sex talk with Gar!” Jed laughs. “Shit, do not think of sex and Gar.” We both groan and laugh, too drunk to remember to be pissed at each other.
“You two are like giggling girls,” Laken groans.
“Laken!” Jed shouts, greeting her like a fool. “You looked like a sexy doll sleeping there.”
A sex doll with her hand in a cracker box. “Yeah, I heard,” she laughs, putting the box on the table. “Why so drunk? What’d I miss?”
“Mom made us talk about our feelings,” I spill the tea and avoid a smack from Jed. “Shit, sorry.”
“Fuck, Kade. Shut your mouth.” He tries to punch me again, but Laken winds up and decks him in the bicep.
“Feelings mean drinking?” she asks, glaring at the two of us, but there’s a smile on her face that puts me at ease. Maybe she’s alright, and our bullshit isn’t dragging her down too much.
“Fucking right they do. Words aren’t our strong suit. How’s Dom?” Jed asks.
“He’s doing good. How are you guys?”
Fucking great, but also not great. I want Jed’s girl, and I feel like a selfish dick for actually going along with this. Yes, I’d love to find a way to make this work, but there’s still a part of me that thinks I’m overstepping a boundary, not to mention he’s my brother, and then there’s the part of me that wonders if they’ll change their minds.
“Our heads are fucked up,” I conclude.
“How come?” Laken looks at me, her eyes ready for the honest answer.
“‘Cause we both love you, and that’s okay,” Jed blurts.
What an asshole. I never said anything about love. I mean, yeah, I love her, but I don’t want him telling her that before I’m allowed to tell her. “Mom said we both want to be with you in different ways, and now we’re all messed up.” Because who the actual fuck gets in a three-person relationship with the same girl as his brother? That might be the part I’m most hung up on, but it’s hard to even tell anymore. Just a mess, but not willing to walk away.
“What different ways?” Laken asks, grabbing both our hands, mostly to stop them from wandering, but also to ground us, keep us in this conversation.
“Don’t make us talk about this shit anymore, love,” Jed groans. “We haven’t figured out that answer yet. We both want in your pants, so there’s that. Get naked.”
Laken laughs. “I’m not drunk enough. I need to catch up.” She climbs over the back of the couch, grabs a bottle of tequila, a saltshaker, and a container of lemon slices. Sitting her fine ass back down between us, she pours three shots, and then smacks Jed’s hand away when he reaches for one. “Hey, these are all for me. You two are fucked enough.” She licks the back of her hand, pours salt on it, and does the shot.
“We going old school cheesy?” Jed asks. “Next one, you lick off me.” He licks the underside of his wrist, pouring salt there.
Laken rolls her eyes at it, but it doesn’t stop her from grabbing his wrist, licking the salt and doing the second shot. When the lemon hits her taste buds, she cringes. “I hate tequila.”
Who doesn’t?
“Kade’s turn.”
Normally, I’d overthink why the fuck he’s promoting this so much, but tonight, I’m throwing those anxious thoughts up on a big bulletin board and sticking a damn pin in it.
Lakes grabs my hand, flips it over, and licks the bottom of my wrist. Dick hard. That’s all it takes. I shake the salt there and hold eye contact with her the whole time her hot tongue runs over my pulse point, increasing my heart rate. When she takes the shot and puts the lemon in her mouth, she shakes her head.
“Shit, I know better than to shoot tequila,” Laken scolds herself with a laugh.
“Yeah, those three shots would put me on my ass.” I can handle a barrel of whiskey, but even the smell of tequila gets me drunk.
“Oh, they’ll put her on her ass, too,” Jed laughs. “Wait till they hit.”
Laken gives us both the finger. “No Maeve tonight?”
“Nope.” Never again. Not that way. Maeve and I are strictly in bestie territory now, and to be honest, I feel good about it. “She’s on a date.” And she better be spilling all her sexy secrets and ending the night with a literal bang.