Bedding the Band

Chapter Five: Kiss and Tell

OLIVIA

The room descends into silence as they wait for my answer. Not that the answer requires much consideration.

I don't miss the way their gaze heats up as I squirm under their scrutiny. I've never had so many eyes on me, it's a little disconcerting but some part of me relishes the attention.

My heart slams against my rib cage as I take in Kai's expression. "Just strip poker?" I question. "No funny business?"

I almost facepalm at how ridiculous I sound. Who says funny business in 2023?

Kai chuckles, and the sound sends goosebumps skittering up my spine. My embarrassment is quickly replaced by heat.

"That's entirely up to you, kitten." He winks, shuffling the cards lazily.

I'm momentarily distracted by the way his fingers manipulate the deck of cards. The things he could do to me with those same fingers.

"You have all the power here," he continues. And I see he's telling the truth from the others' expressions.

Soren leans into me and I'm so keyed up, I stop breathing. His lips brush the shell of my ear, pushing my breasts even closer to him, until I'm sure there's no way he doesn't feel my nipples through my shirt.

I shiver involuntarily at the soft brush of his mouth as he speaks.

"You don't have to play," he whispers, squeezing my thigh in what should have been a reassuring gesture. But nothing with Soren can really be innocent.

His thumb strokes the skin on the inside of my thigh and my gut clenches. I shift without meaning to, and Soren's fingers graze my center.

I freeze, but he only pulls away to flash me a truly panty-melting grin. For a second I'm positive he can feel the dampness of my panties.

"You can totally walk away," Soren continues, his thumb moving again, just a small motion but it sets my nerves on fire.

God, is it possible to come from the bare minimum contact?

His words register slowly and I almost laugh. I take in Kai's eager expression and Walker's relaxed posture, and I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I pretend to consider it.

Like I said, there's not much to consider.

I'm on tour with the band that, in more ways than they can imagine, saved my life. This is the kind of opportunity that my silly, little imagination couldn't even dream up.

Not one, not two, not even three, but four hot men staring at me like I'm an ice cold glass of water and they've been roaming the desert for forty days and forty nights.

I hope wherever Megan is she's as giddy as I am.

Besides, there's no way I'm letting the slight pity creeping onto Soren's face stand.

And yes, maybe I would pretend it's my desire to beat them at strip poker. Everything inside me needs to see them naked or fuck them, and I nod jerkily.

"I'm game," I blurt, wincing at the high pitch of my voice. Soren squeezes my thigh again, before inching his hand up my waist. "I'll play," I repeat. "But we're starting over."

The tension in the room releases like a rubber band snapping under pressure. Kai is quick to shuffle the cards and deal them each a hand.

I have to stifle another involuntary shudder when Walker sits forward and indicates that he wants to join. I don't know how I'm going to survive the night.

The first round goes by quickly and I win, by some weird stroke of luck.

I get to watch, transfixed, as Soren jerks his shirt over his head revealing an artfully sculpted torso that almost makes me swallow my tongue.