Bad Intentions by Nacole Stayton Read Free Book Online

behind me as a group of guys laugh and then raise their beverages in an air salute.
    It’s then that I register a familiar face sitting beside the girl I now know as Naomi. When she notices my line of vision, she slides closer to Ryle’s side and nuzzles her olive-toned face into the crook of his neck.
    Gag.
    “Don’t forget the rules, everyone. Kidding. There are no rules. Play as crude, cruel or classless as your dirty heart’s desire!” someone shouts, as more people crowd around the fire, making a full circle.
    My body physically stiffens as I feel an arm snake around my waist. “It’s just me. Don’t scratch me. I know you’re feisty and all.” I relax at the sound of Tank’s voice.
    “I’ll go first,” Naomi sneers. “Tank, truth or dare.”
    “Dare, baby. Always dare.”
    “I dare you to kiss…” she pauses. My heart beats faster, knowing she’s about to say me. “What’s her name?”
    I roll my eyes before saying, “I’m Adaley, and I’ll gladly let Tank kiss me.” His arm tightens around me. I tilt my neck to the side and mutter under my breath, “It’s okay. It’s just a kiss between friends.”
    “Dare accepted!” Tank fist pumps through the air and then cups my cheeks with his hands. The first thing I notice is how soft they are. For being a baseball player, I expected them to be hard and callused. But they’re not. They’re soft, just like his lips.
    “Easy, now!” Zoe’s voice cuts through the air, stopping our tongues from dancing.
    “Your turn, hot shot.” I wink and nudge him with my elbow.
    “Bradley, truth or dare,” Tank asks, before gulping his drink.
    “Truth. I hate your dares. Last time, I broke my big toe when I jumped outta that tree,” Bradley admits, his finger pointing towards a large oak.
    “Okay, chicken, truth it is. Tell everyone the last time you got laid. And remember you choose truth. Don’t stretch it.”
    “Five days ago.” He pauses. “Right, Zoe?” Tank snarls beside me, his body instantly hardening. I grab ahold of his shirt in my hand and pull. I do not want to witness a fistfight.
    Not today, not ever.
    “He’s kidding, Tank! Calm down and take another shot.” Zoe shakes her head, but her face flushes fiercely. She’s totally lying.
    “Whatever. He better be kidding. You better be Brad, or I’ll hang you by your damn dick!” Tank threatens and moves around me to a small cooler nestled between two people.
    Bradley huffs and quickly asks, “Ryle, truth or dare?” I can tell he’s not keen on being threatened and is trying to move the game along.
    “Dare.” Ryle’s voice is cool, calm and collected as he mumbles his answer, like there isn’t another option.
    “I dare you to—” Bradley’s interrupted by several females shouting in unison. “Take off your shirt!”
    Ryle nods his head to the adorning crowd and grabs the rim of his shirt. Everyone with lady parts around the fire starts to drool. Me included. His movements are slow and sensual, and he doesn’t even bat an eye. Apparently removing an article of clothing in front of a crowd is a typical thing for him to do on a Saturday night. My needy eyes take notice to the “V” that waves hello to me as cloth is lifted from his body.
    I melt.
    Literally. My body fills like goo, and I wilt until nothing is left but a puddle of want and need.
    “Ow ow.”
    “Yumola!”
    “Sexy beast.”
    I feel like I need to wash my ears out. Rolling my eyes, I snatch Tank’s drink out of his hands and down it. Bottoms up. I hold the red Solo cup in the air like a silent invitation for someone to top me off. I then watch as Ryle modestly pulls his shirt back over his head. I want to scream boooo .
    “Adaley,” my name comes out of his mouth in a raspy moan that makes chill bumps break out all over my body. As if Ryle could be any more attractive, he goes and says my name in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. I store to memory the way it sounded as it danced across his lips, and