Four words: truth-or-dare poker.
“You know,” Veronica’s voice was soft enough to catch both of their attention. “You don’t have to fight over me.” Without another word, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground. “You can share.”
“Okay,” Logan nodded once. “She’s that drunk.”
“Her daddy is gonna kick our asses so hard we’re going to be flossing our testicles.” Weevil closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
Sweeten the Pot (NC-17)