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All our gazes lock on to it. Lennon’s too.

Even Sonatina’s.

One end of the bottle is pointed at Golden. The other end is pointed at me. I stare at my Golden boy. “Are we playing?”

“Do you want to play?” he asks me back.

“We’re all playing,” Sonatina says. “Aren’t we, Lennon?”

“Uh.” Lennon’s flushes pink.

“Okay. We’re playing, then.” I scoot to the edge of Bronx’s lap. “Pervert’s rules?”

“Pervert’s rules,” Bronx says.

Riot and Golden agree. Kodiak nods when I look at him, but I’m not sure he’s played this version of spin the bottle.

“Yes. Yes.” Sonatina rolls her eyes at me.

Lennon shrugs.

“Okay.”

The guys turned the innocent childhood game into something more depraved. The kiss had to happen. No one said it had to be mouth-to-mouth. Of course I was never allowed to play back then.

Getting up, I pluck a cushion from the couch and drop it in front of Golden. He takes my hand as I step between his thighs, supporting me as I lower onto my knees.

There’s some shifting around on the couch behind me, and I know they’re all dying to know what I’m going to do.

I push up his hoodie until a sliver of pale skin is exposed above the waist of his baggy black suit pants. They’re loose and low on his hips, held on his frame by a thin black belt. There is an inch of elastic and another inch of gray cotton. They’d had a photo shoot before we came to the stadium.

Taking the free end of the belt, I push it back through the little loop on the belt and tug it out of the buckle. I pinch the button between my fingers and slip it free of the hole before... at the last possible second, I divert from the zipper and press my lips against that sliver of skin.

“Holy fucking shit.” He exhales. “You had me going, Special K.”

I wink at him.

He chuckles.

I ignore the filthy look I’m copping from Sonatina. I really couldn’t give a fuck what she thinks. In fact... I drop onto all fours and crawl to the bottle. Retrieving it, I hand it to Golden.

“Spinner’s choice?” he asks.

“Fuck,” Riot mutters.

“Baby?” Sonatina coos at him.

She has no idea why he’s not loving that we’re playing this game. Yet. Golden’s spin won’t only pick the next player. It gives him the right to choose where I kiss whoever it lands on.

I hold my breath when he places the bottle on the floor and sends it spinning. When it comes to a stop, it’s pointed at Bronx.

I look up at Golden.

He scrapes his teeth over his bottom lip. “I think our man Bronx deserves to know what that pretty mouth can do. Since he missed out... don’t you?”

Fucking hell. He’s talking about the first night on the bus, right? When Riot dared me to suck Bronx off and then forbade me. Now, he has no say. And Golden is making it so Riot is forced to watch.

Golden helps me to my feet and picks up the cushion. He leads me into the middle of the room before dropping the cushion for me to kneel on.