"Never have I ever been skydiving," I fire back.
Now it's Logan's turn to drink. Rose still hasn't touched her whiskey.
"Never have I ever... shoveled snow off a roof?" she says.
"There you go," Logan says, and the two of us both drink. "Never have I ever nearly frozen to death and been rescued by a couple of forest rangers."
Rose sighs, then takes a tiny sip of her whiskey. I'm impressed that she doesn't flinch as she drinks.
"Never have I ever worked in a diner," I say.
She drinks again, frowning.
We do that for a few more rounds, and as we drink, the game gets progressively dirtier — we learn that no one's ever fucked an animal, no one's ever streaked in public, and no one's ever worn lingerie.
That last one makes Rose turn a little pink again. Then it's my turn. I'm a little buzzed on the whiskey, hard as a rock watching Rose, and curious.
"Never have I ever had sex with a man," I say.
Logan just shakes his head.
Rose turns beet red.
Neither of them drink.
Holy shit, Rose is a virgin, I think.
I've never cared before, but suddenly the thought of us being her first makes me want her so much I have to grit my teeth and look down at the table. There's something so sexy, so appealing about knowing that I could be the first man to take her that it's nearly overwhelming.
"Never have I ever owned a pet fish," Rose blurts out. Logan drinks and I don't, then it's his turn.
"Never have I ever kissed a man," he says, watching her carefully.
She takes a drink, seeming relieved.
"Never have I ever been undressed by a man," I say quietly.
Rose swallows.
"Does last night count?" she asks, still looking at the table.
"Sure," I say.
She drinks, then looks at the two of us and sighs.
"Never have I ever had sex," she says as fast as she can.
Logan and I look at each other across the table, both drinking. I can tell we're thinking the exact same thing:
I want to be her first.
Chapter Ten
Rose
Of course a dumb drinking game took this turn. What the hell was I thinking, agreeing to play something that's basically adult Truth or Dare?
And now Logan and Knox know I'm a virgin, and they're going to think I'm dumb and childish, and I didn't want that. I'm only nineteen, after all — it's a perfectly normal age to still be a virgin.
Logan narrows his eyes at me.
"Never have I ever been..."
He stops and thinks for a moment.
"...brought to orgasm by a man."
I just stare at my glass, feeling stupid. I should have known that this would turn into a drinking game about sex, except I'm sure they're both way more experienced than me, and it's just... awkward.
Logan looks to Knox, nodding once, telling the other man that it's his turn. Knox looks at me, his eyes practically boring holes in mine.
"Never have I ever..." he starts slowly.
"I'm really tired and I think I'm going to go to bed," I say suddenly, standing from the table. Before either of them respond, I drain my glass, then push my chair back.
My face is on fire, and I don't want to tell them anything else about my total lack of sexual experience. I just want this to have not happened.
"Rose, wait," Logan says, but I'm already walking for the bedroom door.
Behind me, two chairs scrape back, and then a strong hand grabs my wrist, stopping me. I whirl around to see Logan standing there, Knox to the side.
"Yes, I'm a virgin, okay?" I say, my voice a little too loud because of the whiskey. "I've only ever kissed a boy, and I've never — you know — I've never really done stuff, so stop asking and trying to figure out how much of a loser I am."
"I don't think you're a loser," Logan says, stepping closer to me. "That's not it at all."
Now he's close, towering over me, that familiar hunger in his eyes again. I think about waking up to his thick, long cock against me this morning and my face heats up yet again.
"Rose," Knox rumbles, stepping up so that now they're both close to me, a virtual wall of rock-hard muscle.
He takes my chin in his hand, tilting my face up, and looks into my eyes.
"We find it incredibly appealing," he murmurs.
What?
I just stare at them, because I've got no idea what to say. I thought men liked women who knew what they were doing, not completely inexperienced girls.
Wait, did he say 'we'?
"You do?" I finally whisper, looking from Knox to Logan and back.
They exchange a look, then both nod solemnly.
"And it's awfully cold and boring in this cabin," Logan says, a grin slowly coming over his face.
"Are you saying..."
I stop. I'm inexperienced, but two men? Is Logan serious?
He looks serious.
Logan and Knox each take a hand, sliding my arms around their waists.
"I'm saying it's a damn shame no one's ever made you come before," Logan says. "And I propose that it's high time it happened."
And he kisses me. I turn toward him and suddenly I'm sandwiched between two huge, muscled, incredibly sexy men and I barely know how I got here. Logan swipes his tongue along my lip and then opens his mouth against mine, invading me like I'm his territory and he's winning it back.
Knox is behind me, and while I'm kissing Logan desperately, his hands are on my hips, pulling me back against his thick, hard erection. His tongue is on the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine, and I moan into Logan's mouth.
I don't know what's happening, but I like it.
Logan pulls back and then someone's hand is in my hair. Knox turns my head and kisses me roughly, his lips merciless, and it sends a flare of heat through my whole body. I think I go weak in the knees, and Logan is already trailing his lips down my neck, kissing and sucking the skin there while I make out with his friend.
It's almost overwhelming: two men, two sets of hands. I don't know who's doing what, but someone's cupping my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers and thumbs. I moan into Knox's mouth and he growls at me, his cock hard and firm and huge against my back, Logan's against my hips.
Someone pushes his hands underneath my loaned shirt. I'm still not wearing a bra, so I just moan into someone's mouth — Logan's again? — as rough fingertips brush my nipples, then pinch them so hard it nearly hurts.
Then my shirt is off, unbuttoned. Knox whirls me around, grabs my ass, and lifts me so I wrap my legs around his waist while he holds me up, Logan's lips on my back. I can feel his cock right against my dripping-wet slit, and I roll my hips against him, nearly delirious with desire and Knox pulls me close.
"Rose," he growls, his voice deep and husky. "I'm going to lick your sweet little pussy until you come twice and scream my name."
I gasp. No one's ever talked to me like that before, so dirty, in that commanding, rough tone of voice.
I should be shocked, but... I like it.
Knox lifts me higher and bites one nipple hard, sucking and lapping at it until I'm panting for breath. I want to beg them to take me, skip the foreplay and just fuck me hard and fast with their massive cocks until I scream, but I can't bring myself to say it.
Finally, they carry me into the bedroom, and Knox tosses me on his bed. Before I've even bounced, he's taking off the pants I'm wearing, and I tug at both of their shirts, revealing their taut, hard muscles.
I can't believe I'm doing this.
Knox crawls between my legs, spreading me wide. He licks both nipples, and I put one hand on his head, running my hands through his hair as he makes his way down, almost like he can't wait.
Both men are still wearing pants, but they look like the zippers might pop at any second.
Just as Knox reaches my mound, Logan grabs my wrists again and pulls them over my head, then holds them there. I gasp in surprise, and he just smiles at me, a light in his eyes I've never seen before as he takes in my naked body, stretched out on the bed.
Then Knox gives my clit one good, hard lick and my entire body jolts. I groan, eyes sliding closed as he does it again and again, his tongue lapping at my clit.
So this is what all the fuss is about, I think vaguely, my mind already a haze of pleasure. He keeps altering his rhythm, sometimes fast and hard and sometimes slowly circling me, moving down from my slit to my soaking-wet lips, sucking greedily at my honey, coming back to lick me again.
Logan is still holding my wrists, and I'm moaning non-stop. I can't really move, but I feel like I'm flying, so far above the ground I might never come down, and then he bends down and starts lapping at my hard, puckered nipples.
I just whimper, everything feels so good, and Logan laughs,
"You like that?" he growls, his voice rough and raspy.
"Yes," I breathe.
He pinches and bites harder, just as Knox puts his lips around my clit and sucks at me.
"Yes!" I shout, teetering on the edge, back arched, hands held over my head.
And then I come, Knox's head between my legs, Logan teasing at my nipples as I moan so loudly they can probably hear me at the bottom of the mountain.
Neither of them stops. If anything, Knox's tongue gets faster and harder, and he alternates between lapping at my clit and pushing it into my entrance, just barely teasing a spot inside me that makes me shout. It's hardly any time before I'm coming again, my body writhing as I moan and whimper.
I'm not under my control. Not at all. I'm under theirs, moaning when they want me to, coming when they want me to.
And it feels fucking fantastic.
Logan backs away, letting my hands go. I'm disappointed for a moment until I realize he's removing his pants, his enormous, thick cock springing out.