Page 31 of Brutal Little Secrets

Cam smirks. “Come sit on my lap, goody.”

It’s one of my rules to follow their orders. I crawl across the bed, and he guides me to sit in his lap. My head rests against his shoulder. His warmth surrounds me. In his arms, I feel safe and protected. I inhale his sandalwood and leather scent and let it draw me in.

“Whoever is holding Evan goes first.” Cam says with a laugh.

Hawk rolls his eyes. “How about Annie moves between turns?”

“Fine.” Cam concedes. “Evan gets to sit on the person asking the truth, and then she gets to ask her own truth.”

He squeezes my waist, and I realize he’s giving me more opportunities to learn about them.

I lift my gaze to Damon as he downs another shot. His eyes lower to my lips. My pussy pulses, empty, achy. It wasn’t all bad. Yes, it hurt, but not toward the end. He made me come, but they always make me come. I squirm a little.

“Ask your question.” Damon lifts his gaze to Cam.

Cam squeezes me. “How old were you when you got your first kiss? And with who?”

I almost spin around. That’s the truth he wants to know? Not why did I hide my virginity? I mean, I didn’t hide it so much as not mention it.

“Nine,” Cam says. “Mary.”

“Nine.” Hawk smirks and runs his hand through his hair. “Also, Mary.”

My mouth opens and closes.Go, Mary.

“Eleven.” Damon meets my eyes. “Gwen.”

They both look at me. I swallow.

“Sixteen.” A tremor goes through me, remembering how he cornered me. I couldn’t escape. Do they know him? He plays hockey. Should I tell them?

“Who with?” Cam asks. “Chase?”

“Not Chase, but...” I look down at my hands. It’s not like he has a common name, and I don’t want to start this out by lying. “I’d rather not say.”

Damon’s eyes narrow on me like he’s going to push it.

“So you want a dare, goody?”

I bite my lip and turn to look up into Cam’s dark eyes. “I guess.”

“Give me a shot.”

My brows pull together. That’s it? Damon pours a shot glass and hands it to me. I turn to hand it to Cam, but he shakes his head.

“Not from a glass. I want it from your mouth.” Cam smirks. “Pour it into your mouth and don’t swallow. Put your lips on mine and give me the shot.”

I take a breath and dump the shot into my mouth, careful not to swallow. I lean into Cam and press my mouth to his before opening and giving him the shot. He catches the back of my neck and swallows the vodka before kissing me, dragging me onto his lap to straddle him.

He tastes of the vodka and something richer, that taste that is all Cam. Heady, rich, tempting. He slides his hand over my ass and squeezes. When he lifts his head from mine, I’m aching for more.

“Your turn.” He nods to the others.

What do I want to know about the Devil’s trio? So many things, but Cam didn’t start with the hard stuff. So maybe I shouldn’t either. But what I really want to know is if it would have made a difference to them if they’d known I was a virgin.

“How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

Cam chuckles. “Fifteen.”