Four Enemies – Four After Dark Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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“You absolutely would judge,” I tell her, “and I haven’t cheated.”

“I haven’t either,” Colin says.

“Have any of you been in relationships?”

“Yeah, of course,” I say.

“Not currently, but yeah,” Colin says.

Owen and Zane nod.

“And none of you have cheated?” she challenges.

All four of us shake our heads, but Brittany still looks skeptical. Does she think cocky equals cheater? Or does she think so little of us that she assumes we don’t know how to treat women? I guess we really haven’t shown her that we do, especially Colin and me.

“If no one drinks, the questioner has to take a drink,” Owen says, sounding like he’s not sure he should point this out.

“Oh, fine.” Brittany’s still holding the bottle, so she raises it and takes a swallow. “That’s good whiskey, actually,” she says as she wipes residue of her lipstick from the glass. I catch a glimpse of the red there and immediately picture her plump ruby lips wrapped around my cock.

The tour’s no-hookups policy isn’t bothering me the way it is Colin, but Brittany is starting to get under my skin. She’s beautiful, of course, but she’s become more appealing to me as each day goes by. I love her smart mouth, and seeing a different side of her tonight is only making her more attractive.

“Never have I ever been engaged,” I say, hoping to get a look into Brittany’s relationship history. As I’m watching her, Zane gets up and takes the bottle from her.

“You’re not married, are you?” Owen asks him after he drinks.

Zane shakes his head, not meeting anyone’s eyes.

“Couldn’t keep her?” I blurt out.

“She died,” Zane says, causing the room to go quiet.

“Oh, shit. I’m an asshole,” I hurry to say. “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Zane says, not sounding as angry as he has a right to be.

Brittany looks like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t. All of us just sit there for several very uncomfortable seconds, before Zane says, “Who’s next?”

“Hand me the bottle,” Brittany says. “I was engaged for about two minutes.”

The rest of us are quiet again, and I’m dying to know the story, but after Zane’s bombshell, I decide it’s best to let the subject pass.

“My turn,” Colin says. He turns to look fully at me as he says, “Never have I ever gotten a stiffy while I was on stage.”

“You asshole,” I say, laughing as I take the bottle. “I should never have told you about that.”

“You didn’t have to tell me,” Colin says. “I saw it.”

“Well, the ladies in the audience sure didn’t mind.”

When I glance at Brittany, I catch her eyes flicking down toward my pants, and I wonder if she’s trying to picture it.

“It’s happened to me, too,” Owen says, holding out a hand with wiggling fingers to accept the whiskey.

Colin and I burst out laughing, and even Brittany joins us, for a change.

Owen looks around at us and then focuses on Brittany as he says, “Never have I ever had a favorite sex toy.”

She twists her lips in playful irritation and glares back at him. “I don’t have one favorite; I have three,” she says, triggering a fresh round of laughter, though I’m way more intrigued than amused, and now I’m the one conjuring mental images. I wonder how often she uses these toys, and whether she’s always alone, or does she let other people help her play with them, too? All I know is that I need to stop thinking about it, or I’m going to have another stiffy right here on the sofa.

“Anyone else?” Brittany asks, looking around at us. “Just me?”

“My favorite sex toy is my cock,” Colin says, reaching to readjust himself, “but I don’t think that counts.”

She shakes her head at him, as she often does, but she’s smiling when she does it.

“Your turn, Zane,” I say, glad to see somewhat of a smile on the guy’s face.

“Never have I ever faked an orgasm,” he says.

“Also not fair,” Brittany says. “Can men actually fake orgasms?”

I nod. “About as easily as you can send a dick pic.”

She holds the bottle out to me. “So you’ve done it?”

I frown and shake my head. “No, never had to. But I could.” I gesture for her to keep the bottle. “How about you?” From the corner of my eye, I notice Zane watching for her answer much more closely than usual.

“I don’t fake things,” she says. “Looks like you’ll have to drink, Zane.”

The man doesn’t look disappointed as he tips the bottle back.

“Never have I ever slept with my boss,” Colin blurts out as soon as Zane’s done swallowing.

“You skipped my turn, and Brittany’s,” I say, but everyone’s eyes are on Zane, who’s tipping back the bottle again.

“I knew it!” Colin yells, jumping from his chair.

“Zane, what the hell?” Brittany says. “It was supposed to be a secret!”


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