it.”
“Don’t let her fool you: those things are practically porn,” Creed drawls, still lying on his side, his elbow propping his head up. “Anal sex, blow jobs, plenty of cum. Buckets of it, really.”
“You’re as crass as your sister,” I choke out, unscrewing the top on a bottle of tropical juice. Pineapple, I think it is. Nice and tangy.
“So you like to read your porn instead of watch it?” Zack asks with a deep chuckle, the sound reverberating through me. “Makes things easier on campus, that’s for sure. Fuck the no phone rule.”
“I’ve been working on cracking that shit since day one. I mean, I’ve figured out how to sneak a phone in, but I swear there’s literally no service out here, and the Wi-fi is locked down hard. They’re freaking Nazis about that shit.” Zayd lies down on his stomach, his cup already emptied, and pillows his head on his hands.
“I’ve got a satellite phone,” Windsor says, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his stupid penguin pajamas. His stupid penguin pajamas that I actually really like. “It doesn’t exactly run apps, but I can make calls. That’s as far as I’ve gotten.”
“It’s because of my mother,” Creed says, still lounging, draped over his cushion like a languid doll. “She helped Principal Collins set up the closed network. Unless you’re a tech genius like her, you’re not getting in. Say goodbye to weekday Facebook posts while you’re at Burberry.”
“Good thing Marnye’s got her porn in print then,” Tristan adds, smirking at me. I throw the cap to my juice across the circle, but he just catches it in his palm like it’s nothing. “I prefer … to actually fuck, instead of watching porn. Although I’ll be the first to admit: I’ve had a bit of a dry spell lately.”
“There’s also Kleenex and Jergens,” Zack says mildly, and I flush, thinking about that trash can full of tissues at the B&B. Ugh, how embarrassing. At least I know I wasn’t the only person who touched myself that night.
“Oh, trust me, I’ve got toys in my rooms. Better than tissues and lotion. But they don’t help, not when Marnye’s around.”
“Tristan, shut up,” I blurt, but he just keeps smiling at me in that not-quite-so-nice way of his.
“Let’s start a game,” he murmurs, his voice a seductive song. “Let’s play truth or dare. I’ll go first. Marnye.” Hah. Of course Tristan wants to go first, and of course he’s looking right at me. “Truth or dare.”
“Truth,” I whisper, because I’m afraid to see what sort of dare he’ll level my way. Frankly, I should probably be afraid of what he’s going to ask me for truth, too, but I figure it’s the lesser of two evils. Tristan chuckles and shakes his head, raven-black hair falling across his forehead in shimmering strands.
“Marnye, Marnye, Marnye, that’s the easy way out.” Tristan is sitting nice and straight still, his legs folded underneath him, hands clasped in his lap. I’d love to see him let go for once, get messy. “But okay. Truth: are you really a virgin?”
“Yes.” Just that one word, but saying it in front of these guys makes it so different. I can feel them looking at me. I can imagine the taste of each one of their lips, the feel of their hands, the white-hot flare inside of me when we make eye contact.
Tristan smirks, nods, and then lifts his hand to indicate me.
“Fair enough. Now it’s your turn.”
Creed is smirking, too, and the way he’s lying there reminds me of a lazy housecat, all content and full of itself.
“Fine. I choose Creed.” I give him a hard look. “Truth or dare.”
“Dare.” His heavy-lidded eyes hold a challenge.
‘”I dare you to kiss Tristan Vanderbilt on the lips.” The smile that lights my face is pure pleasure. Zayd howls with laughter, and Zack grins. Windsor just sits there with that sparkling glint in his eyes.
The elder Cabot twin scowls at me and pushes up to a sitting position, tossing white-blond hair from his face with a flourish.
“You think I won’t do it?” he scoffs, this haughty air of self-confidence clinging to his every move. “You’re about to learn a hard lesson, Miss Reed.” Creed gets up on his knees and crawls toward Tristan. I get this feeling of déjà vu, like maybe I’ve read a scene just like this in a manga, or a book, or something. Maybe that Alice in Wonderland retelling that Miranda made me read? What was it called? Allison’s Adventures