Free Stranded by Jaymie Holland Page B

still grinning, looked at Erika. “Do
you have any siblings?”
    “Nope.” She shook her head. “No Barbie dolls,
either.”
    Dawson raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t that a
girl’s rite of passage? To have a trunk load of Barbies?”
    Her smile wanted to falter, but she managed
to keep one on her face. “Not in my house.” She sipped her wine,
set the glass down, and turned to Dawson. “You now.”
    He shook his head. “Holden didn’t say Truth
or Dare after his question.”
    Her mouth dropped open. “That is so not
fair.”
    Dawson shrugged. “Who said anything about
being fair?”
    “Humph.” She crossed her arms over her chest
again.
    “Have you ever kissed a woman?” Holden asked.
“Truth or Dare.”
    “Never.” She furrowed her brow, trying to
come up with a question. Finally, she turned to Dawson. “Did you
cheat in any of your classes in college? Truth or Dare.”
    “Dare.” He grinned.
    “Really?” She laughed. “I dare you to put
three ice cubes in the front of your pants and leave them until
they melt.”
    Dawson groaned. “In order to not incriminate
myself, I’ll take the dare.”
    “I’ll get the ice.” She grinned and got to
her feet then swayed. God, she was tipsy. She straightened.
    The ice chilled her hand as she returned and
tried to hand it to Dawson.
    He shook his head. “You have to do it.”
    She put her hands on her hips. “Not in the
rules.”
    “You don’t even know the rules.” He pulled on
the waistband of the sweats he wore. “Put ’em in, baby.”
    Skin prickling with embarrassment, she knelt
beside him, dropped the cubes into his sweatpants without really
looking at his pants. And not his crotch. Especially not his
crotch.
    He grimaced. “Now I’ve got shrinkage.”
    “Serves you right for getting an extra
question out of me.” With a laugh she sat in her place again before
sipping more of her wine.
    “When did you lose your virginity?” Dawson
asked with an evil grin. “Truth or Dare?”
    Erika nearly spewed her wine. Losing her
virginity was not something she wanted to relive. It had been a
painful, embarrassing experience with an older man who’d used her
just to say he’d banged an eighteen-year-old virgin.
    “Dare.” She said it almost defiantly.
    Dawson grinned. “Your dare is to sit in
Holden’s lap and kiss him. That’s not a kiss on the cheek. You have
to mean it. Tongue, everything. Three minutes.”
    Her eyes widened. “No way.” Nope, she didn’t
want to go there and start making out with either of the men.
Kissing one in front of the other was too much. Even as badly as
she wanted to, she shouldn’t be kissing them at all.
    Dawson shrugged and Holden grinned. “You
picked dare,” Dawson said.
    Erika felt her bare nipples tighten beneath
her T-shirt as Holden moved closer. She hesitated, afraid where
this might lead—it was like an adult version of Spin the
Bottle.
    No. A kiss and only a kiss.
    Right?
    “Go on,” Dawson said.
    Tentatively, she leaned forward, noticing the
increase in her heart rate and the hitch in her breath. When her
mouth met Holden’s she sighed, falling into the kiss as soon as
their lips touched. He took her into his arms and pulled her onto
his lap as he kissed her, making her blood race. His cock was hard
beneath her ass, which caused warmth to radiate from that
connection, all the way through her body.
    Holden slid his warm callused hand beneath
the long T-shirt, burning a trail up her belly to cup her breast.
He rubbed her nipple with his thumb, slowly teasing it and causing
her to squirm on his lap from the erotic sensations traveling
straight to her pussy. She wanted to say that wasn’t part of the
dare, but she was too into the moment to care.
    Drowning, she was drowning in sensations,
losing time and awareness.
    It was so easy to lose herself to these men.
She’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted Holden…and Dawson.
    The thought of wanting both men made her
start to pull away, but Dawson