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it work, honey?” she asks with a look to Pete.
    “Read the question. If you won’t answer it, you drink. That’s it.”
    Austin rubs his hands together and grunts. I can only imagine the questions he’s contributed.
    Stephanie digs in and stirs the papers before pulling one out. Her eyes widen, and Austin losses it. “I know this is your question, Austin. You’re such a perv.”
    “You gonna answer it?” he challenges.
    “What’s it say?” Maggie shouts.
    “Ugh,” Stephanie complains. “Who in this room would you choose to have a threesome with?”
    Austin raises his beer high with a hell yeah , and all the cowboys drink.
    “I think I’m surrounded by pervs actually,” Stephanie complains. Lifting her drink, she surprises us all by murmuring around her cup, “Gage … and Denver.” She takes a drink anyway.
    “Holy shit,” Austin breathes. His eyes dart between Stephanie and me, and he reaches for his crotch.
    “Do not touch yourself,” Ransom snaps.
    Austin’s hand stills, and he drops his head. “Bro? I mean, come on! The visual on that … picture it.”
    “No,” Ransom warns, slipping his arm behind me to rest on the couch. My body sings for him to touch me.
    Gage reaches in the cup. “Have you ever faked an orgasm? Umm … can guys fake it? And why would we? I’m gonna go with a no.”
    “OK … my turn,” Austin says.
    Austin’s face crumples as he reads the question. “Redraw.”
    “Nuh, uh. Answer or drink,” Pete demands.
    “Who’s the sexiest bull rider on our circuit besides me?”
    I laugh. Someone was thinking ahead, considering the odds of one of the bull riders drawing it and trying to name himself.
    “Umm … yeah, no, not going there,” Austin’s eyes bounce between the men. “Don’t want to make anyone jealous ‘cause you fuckers are all sexy as hell.” He winks, takes a long pull on his drink, and passes the cup to Maggie.
    Maggie gasps, and her cheeks burn as bright as her hair. “Take or be taken, in bed?” she croaks. Then she earns our gasps as she grins, looks around at us before he her eyes fall on Pete’s, and declares, “Take.”
    “That’s my girl,” Pete croons and pulls her on his lap, devouring her in front of everyone despite all our groaning and protesting.
    Maggie pulls back, snatches another question, and reads it for Pete. She waggles her brows. “Can you last longer than eight seconds, in bed?” I groan. I wanted Ransom to get that one.
    Ransom leans in and whispers, “You’ll find out soon enough, little fighter.” His hand drops and winds my braid around his fist.
    “Not lately,” Pete quips, earning a smack from Maggie.
    I’m not paying attention to Maggie when she tries to pass me the cup, so Ransom’s other hand grazes my thigh as he reaches around to take it. He’s killing me.
    Sliding a paper out, he asks me, “If you woke up as the opposite sex, what’s the first thing you would do?”
    I grin. “That’s easy. Ride a bull!” We all drink to that.
    Laughing, I retrieve a question for Ransom. I frown and ask, “How old were you when you lost your virginity?” Austin snorts and looks like he’s about to lose it. I cut him off with a look, so he buries his face in his drink. Ugh … I don’t want to think about Ransom’s previous sexcapades. Ever.
    “And, I’m drinking up,” Ransom sighs, letting us both off the hook.
    After questions about genital piercings, anal, and a couple of non-sexual questions that the boys manage to infuse with sexual innuendoes, it’s my turn again.
    I choose my question from the two that are left. I read it aloud, barely registering what it asks, since Ransom has taken to drawing a pattern on the back of my neck with his finger.
    “You don’t have to answer that, Denver,” he barks, stilling his finger and breaking the trance he’s put me under.
    “Huh?” I ask, trying to focus on the paper.
    “As a matter of fact, I’d prefer if you didn’t,” he says more softly.
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