to her glass.
“Did you do it, too?” she asked Kaden.
“Hell no. He looked like a douche.”
That made her laugh so hard tears came to her eyes. It took a minute or two, but she finally calmed herself.
Bristol: “Never have I ever played strip poker.”
“Totally missin’ out, darlin’,” Keegan said as he took a pull on the bottle.
Kaden downed his drink, held his glass out for more.
At this point, Bristol was feeling no pain, so she offered up her glass, too.
Keegan: “Never have I ever eaten food that fell on the floor.”
Kaden drank, Bristol didn’t.
“Five-second rule,” Kaden said defensively, and followed it with a sinful smirk.
More vodka was added.
Kaden: “Never have I ever gotten a tattoo I regretted.”
Keegan drank, Bristol didn’t.
“I was drunk and stupid.”
“What’s the tattoo of?”
“An anchor.” He tapped over his left shoulder to show where it was. “Luckily, I never have to look at it.”
Bristol: “Never have I ever slept in the nude.”
Both men drank. Kaden had to get more.
“Every night, darlin’,” Kaden supplied.
Keegan: “Never have I ever regifted something someone gave me.”
Bristol downed what was in her glass, laughing. She knew she should chill on the shots, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. For the first time in a long time, she was totally chill.
“It gets worse,” she explained, giggling. “It was a gift from Bianca. I gifted it back to her two years later. She totally busted me.”
Both men laughed and she realized how much she loved the rough grind of their voices.
Keegan supplied more alcohol.
Kaden: “Never have I ever talked my way out of a ticket.”
Bristol drank, Keegan didn’t.
“I was sixteen,” she told them. “And in my defense, I’ve never been pulled over since.”
Another refill.
Bristol: “Never have I ever hated a gift but said I loved it.”
Both men looked at one another, then drank.
“Our mother buys us socks for Christmas every year,” Kaden noted.
Keegan: “Never have I ever tried to make someone jealous.”
Bristol grinned, drank, and so did Kaden.
“That same guy in high school,” she told them. “David.”
“Did it work?”
She grinned at the memory. “Nope. But I figure that was my good fortune. He’s been married three times now.”
Kaden: “Never have I—”
“Okay,” Bristol interrupted. “One more, then I have to stop or I’ll be sick.”
“Party pooper,” Keegan teased as he poured a small amount in her glass.
Kaden: “Never have I ever wanted to date two men at one time.”
Bristol’s head was spinning from the alcohol. She blamed that for why she downed her drink. Luckily, their wide eyes stopped her from blurting exactly who she’d wanted to date at the same time.
Of course, Keegan didn’t let it go.
“Spill it,” he insisted.
She shook her head.
He was smiling as he got to his feet, moved over to the bed.
Bristol’s lungs stopped working as she stared up at the handsome man. He was tall and lean and so freaking beautiful.
“Okay, give me a hint,” he urged.
No way could she tell them. No freaking way.
“How old were you when you wanted to date two men at one time?” Kaden asked, joining his brother, both of them looming over her.
Bristol shook her head again. If she told them…
“Do I need to tickle it out of you?” Keegan’s barely disguised threat made her laugh.
“Not ticklish,” she told him. Luckily, it was true.
Evidently, he didn’t believe her, because Keegan took her empty glass, set it on the nightstand, then put one knee on the bed as he reached for her.
When his hand gripped her side, she couldn’t have laughed if she’d wanted to. The air in the room became scarce, and a fierce heat took up residence inside her, flooding her veins. That was when she realized neither of them was laughing. Something had shifted in the air, taking their carefree game and turning it into something far more dangerous.
“Tell me somethin’,” Keegan whispered, his eyes imploring her.
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever kissed twins?”
“No.”
“Do you want to?”
His warm hand was still on her side, even though he kept a decent distance between them.
Bristol looked over at Kaden, held his gaze for a second, then revealed the one secret she’d sworn she would take to her grave.
*
Kaden had known the second Keegan suggested they pay Bristol a visit that there was a good chance things were going to get out of control. He’d been doubly certain of that when Keegan procured the vodka.
Then again, out of control was the name of the game when Keegan was in charge, and no doubt about it, his twin had taken the reins from the moment he knocked