Page 128 of Pucking Sweet

“Look at you go!”

Lukas brushes a kiss to my forehead. “Now we really get to have some fun.”

Stuffing all my anxiety in a box, I jump into the game with both feet. “Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I say on a laugh, gasping as Colton’s hands sweep up to cup my breasts. “God.” I arch into him, pushing his hands down. “Let’s just do the next thing before I burst into flames.”

“Way ahead of you.” Lukas finally loses the pink boa and pulls his shirt off, tossing it down on a bar stool. Turning to the crowd, he cups his mouth and shouts, “Body shots!”

Apparently, we’re combining bingo squares. “Tequila shots” and “Do a shot off a guy’s abs” are now a two-for-one special. Lukas hops onto the bar as the crowd presses in behind us, eager to watch. The bartender hands him a lime wedge as he lies back, flexing those delicious ab muscles.

“Have you ever done a body shot before?” Colton says in my ear.

“No. Are you kidding me?”

“She needs some salt,” he calls over to the bartender. Then he’s pushing me forward. “Lick his neck.”

My body is one raw nerve as I bend over the bar and lick Lukas’s neck. The bartender dusts salt on the spot.

“Let’s do this,” Lukas calls, popping the lime wedge in his mouth.

The bartender pulls out a bottle of tequila and pours a measure of the amber liquid into Lukas’s naval.

“Lick the salt, drink the shot, then take the lime,” Colton explains, giving me a little push.

“Get it, Poppy!”

“Suck him good!”

I smile down at Lukas. He’s grinning like the devil around his wedge of lime. Flicking my hair back, I sweep it up with both hands, holding it away from my face. I keep one hand on my fistful of hair as I brush my other up his leg from knee to thigh. Bending over the bar, I lick the salt off his neck. Then I slide down and suck the tequila from his skin, teasing him with my tongue. It’s a riot of flavor, all sweet and sharp.

Lukas groans, trying to hold still as I let my hand slip a little higher up his thigh.

“Now the lime,” Tina shouts. “Yeah, get it girl!”

Brushing my lips over his abs, I lower my face to claim the lime from his mouth. As soon as the tart wedge touches my teeth, I give it a squeeze, letting a burst of citrus coat my tongue. Standing up straight, I pop the lime wedge into my hand, laughing as I wipe the drippy juice from my chin.

Lukas sits up in a flash and hops off the bar. Cupping my face with both hands, he pulls me forward, burying his tongue in my mouth. I’m lost to his kiss as he steals every last taste of the tequila shot from my lips. The room is spinning as we break apart.

“That’s two more,” Colton calls out to the room. Then he grabs my hand. Walking backward, he moves with the music in a little shuffle step. He’s still wearing my beaded pink top like a necklace, which lets his dark skin shine under the flashing lights. He leads me over to where some of the others are dancing. Maggie and Olivia found themselves partners while Violet dances with Bianca, Lemon, and Giselle. Chutney is making out with a man in the corner. I glance over to the bar to see Tina watching me, a smile on her face, beer in hand.

Turning my attention back to Colton, I wrap my hands around his neck, swaying with him. “What are we doing now?” I call out.

Lukas folds himself in against my back, his shirt back in place. “Next bingo square says you have to dance with a couple.”

I laugh, swaying my hips to the beat as they both put their hands on me. “I think the game makers had a different kind of couple in mind.”

“Well, playing by the rules of dishonor, this still works,” Lukas says, nipping at my earlobe.

Oh, yeah. This works.

I lose myself to the music and the feel of their roving hands as the first notes of Dua Lipa’s “Dance The Night” fade in. All around us, the bachelorette party girls erupt with excited cheers. Colton takes my hand and steps back, spinning me under and in. I land against him with a laugh, palms flat on his bare chest.

“I can’t dance in these crazy shoes,” I say, praying I don’t step on his foot.

“Just move the rest of your body, then.” Hands on my hips, he bends at the knees, rocking with me. I keep one hand on his bare chest, wrapping the other around Lukas’s neck to reel him in closer. I want the feel of them both sharing my skin. I don’t want air. I don’t want space. I just wantthem. I want more of this, and I never want it to stop.