Truth or Dare: Party Games, Book 2 by Rhian Cahill Page A

colourful ones running around the room at chest height. The toilet was tucked in behind the door and a vanity ran the length of the wall. At first Miki thought there wasn’t anything else in the room, but the far wall didn’t meet one side and the gap was big enough to walk through. Grant disappeared behind the half-wall and it soon became obvious what was hidden behind it.
    The sound of rushing water echoed off the tiles and steam quickly billowed out into the main area. Dayne slipped the robe from her shoulders as Grant reappeared. Both men stripped out of their underwear and led her back into the shower alcove.
    “Turn around,” Grant directed.
    Turning, Miki let him push her back a step and warm water cascaded down her back. She moaned as the spray hit stiff muscles, relieving tension she hadn’t realised was there. Relaxing, Miki closed her eyes and tilted her head back. The hot stream beat against her scalp and soaked her hair. Slippery fingers stroked over her shoulders and down her arms. Lifting her eyelids, she saw Dayne had lathered his hands and had begun to wash her. He wove his fingers between hers, his face a mask of concentration as he took his job seriously.
    “Is this going to be like the feeding thing?” she murmured.
    “Yep.” Grant reached for the shampoo. “Let us take care of you.”
    “This is bizarre, you know that, right?” Being washed by someone else might be out of the ordinary, but Miki didn’t want to make them stop. It felt way too good having those soapy hands on her body and in her hair.
    “No more bizarre than finally getting you where I want you,” Dayne said.
    “Oh? And where’s that?”
    “Between us.” He nodded at Grant behind her. “Naked.” His sexy grin said it all. The man loved every second of having her between them.
    Miki let out a sigh as Dayne’s slick hands roamed down her chest and Grant massaged the shampoo into her scalp. “God. You’re so good at this. Had much practice?”
    Grant chuckled. “Only on myself.”
    “You’re the first,” Dayne added.
    Her insides warmed and if she’d been born over a hundred years ago their words would have made her swoon. As it was she was close to pooling at their feet under their sublime ministrations. Dayne’s hands were on her breasts. Circling around and around until he reached her taut nipples. His fingertips captured the hard buds and rolled them, the suds making them pop free of his hold when he squeezed too tight. A moan slipped from her throat and Miki arched, seeking more of his touch.
    “You like that?” Dayne asked as he repeated the erotic caress.
    “Yes.” The word ended in a moan.
    “I know something you’ll like better.” She could hear the smile in his voice.
    His hands travelled lower, over her ribs, across her stomach. Fingers strummed and kneaded. Hands gripped and cupped. Dayne explored every inch of her torso, his soapy hands losing some of their slickness as the water washed away the suds. Grant continued to weave his magic fingers through her hair, his short nails grazing her scalp and sending shivers down her spine. He tilted her head back farther and directed the shower over her to rinse away the suds.
    Miki’s eyelids fluttered closed as she fell into the sensations their actions created. She’d never felt more cared for. The gentle strokes and hard press of fingers and hands soothed, aroused, enthralled. Every glide of their flesh along hers produced a whirlwind of feelings, physical and emotional. For someone used to doing the nurturing, to have the tables turned, to be the receiver instead of the giver, was not only mind-blowing but devastating to the walls she’d built around herself.
    Frankie was the closest person to her, but after just one night with these two men Miki knew they could be just as close, just as important. Her stomach clenched and her heart beat faster. She’d let a man be important to her once before and look what that had gotten her. Nothing but