Jamie

The fire snapped as someone tossed in another log, the smoke curling high into the darkening sky. Emily tucked her hair behind her ear, trying to smooth her breathing, but her lips still tingled from the kiss. Her chest rose and fell faster than it should’ve. The red bikini top was doing little to contain her now-swollen breasts, the fabric shifting dangerously with each breath.

She glanced again at Theo, who hadn’t looked away. He gave her a slow, approving nod, like he wanted to say thank you.

She turned back to the circle and, before she could think better of it, tilted her head and asked with a playful smirk, “That normal for a first dare around here?”

A ripple of laughter moved through the group.

“Oh, you have no idea what you’ve walked into,” Olivia said, grinning around the rim of her cup.

Cara licked her lips and added, “You nailed it, by the way.”

Emily smiled, flushed and floating, as Marcus clapped his hands together.

“Alright, alright—Jamie. Truth or dare?”

Jamie groaned dramatically. “Dare.”

“Two shots back to back. No hands.”

The group whooped as Olivia poured, steadying one shot glass on the flat part of Jamie’s chest and the other in the sand. He managed it, **** slightly, and flopped backward like a martyr, arms out wide.

“Fucking savage,” Cara laughed.

Theo went next. “Truth,” he said, with a pointed glance at Emily that made her stomach clench.

“Okay,” Olivia said, biting her lip. “What’s the craziest place you’ve ever fucked?”

Cara giggled. Emily expected a pause, hesitation—some vague answer.

Instead: “The back of a moving ski lift,” Theo said without missing a beat.

The group howled.

“That’s not even physically possible,” Jamie said through a mouthful of chips.

“It was slow,” Theo replied smoothly. “And she was very flexible.”

Cara curled up beside him, kissing his cheek. “I was.”

Emily looked away briefly, the heat between her thighs pulsing with something she couldn’t blame on the fire. Her thighs pressed subtly together. The bottoms of her bikini were beginning to stick slightly, damp in more ways than one.

Another round passed—Olivia dared Marcus to strip to his underwear and stay that way for three turns. He stood without shame, yanking his shorts down to reveal snug black briefs already showing a semi.

More laughter. The energy grew louder, looser, hungrier.

Then Emily, still sipping slowly from her second cup, was startled slightly when someone asked her.

"Emily, truth or dare?"