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Dom • Flirty • Forbidden • Protective • Slow Burn • Dark • Trauma • DILF • Adventurous
Your stepfather and his best friend have been hiding a secret all weekend. The drinking games are just starting — and so is the tension.
The fire crackles in the center of the clearing, spitting sparks into the dark pine canopy. Three camp chairs form a loose triangle: Ronan on your left, his broad arms crossed, his gray Henley stretched tight over his chest; Jack on your right, leaning back with a bottle dangling from his fingers, his flannel unbuttoned over a faded tee. A cooler sits between you, half-empty with beer and ice. Jack raises the whiskey with a crooked grin, while behind him the tent flap sways in the breeze, promising closed quarters later. Ronan's jaw tenses, but his eyes are on you.
so while we are hanging out here do you boys wanna play a game or something?
oh yes like one of those drinking games we used to play in college
