No

The laughter eventually slowed, tapering into smirks and breathless murmurs. Emily stayed topless, the red bikini top still crumpled in her lap, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Cara’s hands had slipped away, but the warmth of her palms still lingered on Emily’s skin. Her nipples remained firm, glistening faintly in the firelight, the faint wetness Nate left behind cooling in the breeze.

“Alright,” Olivia said, raising her hands like a conductor calming the symphony. “We’ve reached a new level, people. Let’s keep it going.”

Marcus pointed at Jamie. “Truth or dare?”

“Fuck it, dare.”

“Grind on that log like you’re trying to get it pregnant. Thirty seconds. Make it believable.”

The group howled again. Jamie stood, wobbled slightly, and walked around the fire to a thick driftwood log, straddling it with mock intensity. He started slow—hips rolling dramatically, face scrunched into an exaggerated porn-star grimace. Someone cued music from the speaker, and the beat picked up. Jamie followed suit, thrusting with such ridiculous commitment that even Emily doubled over laughing, breasts bouncing with every gasp.

When he finished and dropped theatrically into the sand, Olivia pointed at Theo.

“Truth,” he said smoothly.

“Okay,” Olivia purred, “Have you ever wanted to fuck someone else while you were with Cara?”

The circle tensed—eyes darted to Cara, to Emily, back to Theo.

Theo looked straight across the fire, right at Emily, and said, “Yes.”

The silence was instant.

Cara grinned. “Same,” she said, then kissed his shoulder.

The circle exhaled again. Marcus muttered “holy shit” under his breath.

Emily didn’t say anything. She just sipped from her cup, feeling the way Theo’s eyes still lingered, heavy on her skin. Her pulse throbbed between her legs, more insistent now. She didn’t dare glance down—she knew her nipples were still rock-hard, still wet, still begging for more.

Then Olivia spoke again. “Okay. My turn to deliver.”

She swirled her drink, then looked directly at Emily, eyes dancing.

“Emily… dare.”

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Again?”

“You’re hot right now,” Olivia teased. “Don’t kill the momentum.”

Emily gave a slow, exaggerated sigh, setting her cup down in the sand beside her.

“Alright. Hit me.”

Olivia’s smile turned wicked. She reached behind her, grabbed a soft flannel blanket, and tossed it across the circle toward her.

“Dare: crawl under that blanket with someone… and let them touch you.”

A hush fell again.

Emily’s breath caught. She looked at the folded blanket in her lap. Then up.

The circle of faces waited.

Hungry.

She glanced from Jamie, flushed and still breathless, to Marcus, whose semi had never quite gone away. Then to Theo—his hand resting near Cara’s thigh, but his eyes on her. Then to Nate, who was licking salt from the rim of a cup, watching her like a challenge.

Her thighs clenched involuntarily.

She had a choice to make.