Page 55 of Five Brothers
My heart skips a beat. I’m taking off something important now. But I get in his face anyway. “Dare.”
He stares at me, something playing behind his eyes. Probably the knowledge that this won’t end how he wants it to if he asks me to get naked in the middle of this party.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he squats down in front of me, slides his hands up my thighs, underneath my skirt, and I let him pull my panties down.
It feels like no one in the room is breathing. I step out of my lacy black underwear, while he looks up at me and slips them into his pocket.
“Truth or dare?” I ask.
He smiles. “Truth.”
I reach down where he still squats in front of me and touch his face. I want to memorize it, because he won’t have the color from all the work in the sun on his skin when he gets out of prison. “Are they going to be okay without you?” I ask.
His smile falls.
I faintly register the whispers, and I can feel Trace off to my right, clearing his throat.
Iron rises, the fun over, and he’s not amused now because he wants to get laid. It’s his own fault that it has to be tonight or nothing.
“Tryst Six …” I muse, pushing him some more. “Tryst Five when Liv left. Now it’s Tryst Four, I guess, without you.”
“Ohhhh,” someone goes off.
People shift nervously. They can tell Iron’s pissed.
“Dare,” he grits out, changing his answer.
“Fine. What do you want to do?”
“Tape your mouth shut,” he growls.
I smile, my chest bubbling with excitement. I look up, toying with him. “If you had bothered to seduce me instead of taking for granted that I was a sure thing, I would’ve let you tape up my wrists, too.” I bite my bottom lip, watching his eyes drop to my mouth. “Because, Iron, my favorite part isn’t the fucking. Color me shocked that you’re the one who understands that the least. What a disappointment.”
Laughter and howls go off. Iron cocks an eyebrow. At least Trace indulged some foreplay.
“Or is that why you go after teenage girls?” I ask Iron. “Because we’re just that easy.”
A woman laughs quietly next to Trace, and I look over to see him and Aracely smiling, amused.
Iron tosses him a glare, his younger brother throwing up his hands in defense.
“I love you. I’m on your side,” Trace says.
Iron turns back to me, and I notice his hand is still in his pocket with my panties.
“Hey, Army?” he calls out, but his eyes don’t leave mine. “Yeah?” Army replies from somewhere behind me.
“We still got any red paint?” Iron asks him.
Excited laughter and chatter erupt around the room as if that means something. I shoot my eyes left and then right.
Then back to Iron. The corner of his lips tilts up. “I think it’s time for a few rounds of Red Right Hand.”
Everyone starts moving, someone’s hands shooting into the air while a woman lets out a squeal.
Red Right Hand?
Army passes me, coming up to his brother. “That is the best idea I’ve heard in a while.”