Page 83 of Hell on Wheels
When I get up the stairs, Rogue is in her room, bent at the waist, rummaging through a box in the corner. Her ass looks delicious and I almost walk over to grab it, but then I remember we promised to let her have the wheel.
Stupid promises.
Archie winks at me and I know he’s thinking the same thing, but we stand in the doorway like good little supes as she rifles around.
“I suggest stripping,” she calls out as she continues to pull things out of the box and sets them on the floor. “Boxers can stay, I suppose. Make a circle… I’d like to get comfortable together first.”
Damon chuckles, his lips twisting before he leans in to whisper in my ear. What he says makes me smirk and the others look at me expectantly. “That’s her nice way of saying Reb’s not totally on board yet and she’s going to make us do insane shit. At least, according to Damon.”
“Dude, if I wanted everyone to know, I would have said it out loud.”
Ever the exhibitionist, Archie shrugs and kicks his shoes off, then tugs off his shirt. “Who cares? Wheels is running the show and if it means naked time, I’m in.”
When he puts it that way…
Damon and I share a look, then undress as well. The lion is down to his boxers in nothing flat, and Javi joins in once we do. Reb is still standing there like a dumbass, and I groan inwardly. This idiot is going to ruin his wet dream if he doesn’t get out of his own way.
A black cloth hits me and I startle, frowning at it for a minute before Rogue yells, “Put it on the moron. I know he’s acting stupid out there.”
“She’s so fucking smart,” Damon stage whispers. “You guys are in serious trouble, Ang.”
I walk over to Rebel with the blindfold and he snarls. “Man, you agreed to let her be in charge. Get out of your head or you’ll fuck this up.”
He finally relents, and I bind it to keep him from peeking. “Now I have to strip, right?”
“Yes,” Rogue says as she stands, dusting off her hands. “Archie, go grab some liquor from the cabinet and an empty bottle. The only way this is going to work is if tight-ass over there gets much more relaxed.”
“What do you want us to do, Dragonfly?” Javi gives her a soft smile, but I can see the hunger on his face.
Our girl grabs him, kissing him deeply before she lets go. “Good boy, Javi. The rest of you… circle up on the floor. We’re gonna take this wayyyyy back.”
I arch a brow, but I drop to the ground. Everyone forms a circle, even our recalcitrant leader, and she beams. When Archie comes back in with her requests, she hands out the full bottles, but keeps the empty one, tucking it behind her. “What are we doing, Princess?”
“Playing Truth or Dare, of course.”
“I thought we were being bondaged up, not playing silly middle school games,” Rebel scoffs. “What the hell, sis?”
“Don’tcall me that,” she grits out as she joins us and motions for Archie to do the same. “And we have all night, dumbass. It’s not like we have a curfew. I prefer my bottom bitches to be relaxed and ready, not strung up like fancy violins. So we’re gonna ease into it.”
Odd method, but who am I to judge?
Once the grumpy Fae settles down, Rogue looks at the lion with a mischievous grin. “Truth or Dare, Archer Glaser?”
The hockey player puts his fingers to his lips, pretending to think about it for a moment. Rolling my eyes, I uncork the scotch and take a swig, then pass it to my twin. “Truth, Rogue Kelly.”
She grins wickedly as she leans back on her hands. “How long have you been in love with me?”
Ouch. Hard hit right at the start.
“Since you were in middle school, and it totally makes me a fucking creep, but I don’t care,” the blond says as he grabs the scotch from Rebel. “It’s not like I did anything about it when we were kids, but you’ve been like… the ideal.”
“Damn, bro,” Damon whistles low, looking impressed. “You’re not even drunk yet.”
Rogue has turned bright pink, and her tattoos are glowing. I’ve never seen that when she’s not angry or having an orgasm, so our leonine friend hit a home run. “Shit. Shit. Your turn, Archie.”
His grin is smug as he looks around the circle at us. “You fuckers won’t be able to compete, but Truth or Dare, Ang.”
I pretend to think about it, too, but if he’s playing dirty, I am as well. “Truth.”