Five Brothers Read Online Penelope Douglas

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 173392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 867(@200wpm)___ 694(@250wpm)___ 578(@300wpm)
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Amy.

I fist my right hand. He’s going for broke tonight. Seeing how far he can push me.

“Truth or dare?” he says.

“Dare.”

“Take off your hat.”

I do, tossing it behind the recliner in the corner.

I steel my spine. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Will I come with you?”

A snort goes off, and a few more people have stopped to watch us.

Iron steps, closing the distance between us and looking down at my open vest. Sweat dampens my skin, and my nipples harden against the fabric.

“You’re almost coming right now,” he says.

I arch a brow.

“Truth or dare?” he asks.

“Dare.”

“Drop your jacket.”

But it’s a whisper, and heat pools between my legs.

Holding his gaze, I pull the Mad Hatter’s fitted red jacket off my shoulders and let it slide down my arms to the floor.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he replies.

“Do you go down?”

A woman behind me expels a breath.

Iron grins. “I always return a favor.”

More laughter.

“Truth or dare?” he challenges.

My heart skips a beat. I’m taking off something important now. But I get in his face anyway. “Dare.”

He stares at me, something playing behind his eyes. Probably the knowledge that this won’t end how he wants it to if he asks me to get naked in the middle of this party.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he squats down in front of me, slides his hands up my thighs, underneath my skirt, and I let him pull my panties down.

It feels like no one in the room is breathing. I step out of my lacy black underwear, while he looks up at me and slips them into his pocket.

“Truth or dare?” I ask.

He smiles. “Truth.”

I reach down where he still squats in front of me and touch his face. I want to memorize it, because he won’t have the color from all the work in the sun on his skin when he gets out of prison. “Are they going to be okay without you?” I ask.

His smile falls.

I faintly register the whispers, and I can feel Trace off to my right, clearing his throat.

Iron rises, the fun over, and he’s not amused now because he wants to get laid. It’s his own fault that it has to be tonight or nothing.

“Tryst Six …” I muse, pushing him some more. “Tryst Five when Liv left. Now it’s Tryst Four, I guess, without you.”

“Ohhhh,” someone goes off.

People shift nervously. They can tell Iron’s pissed.

“Dare,” he grits out, changing his answer.

“Fine. What do you want to do?”

“Tape your mouth shut,” he growls.

I smile, my chest bubbling with excitement. I look up, toying with him. “If you had bothered to seduce me instead of taking for granted that I was a sure thing, I would’ve let you tape up my wrists, too.” I bite my bottom lip, watching his eyes drop to my mouth. “Because, Iron, my favorite part isn’t the fucking. Color me shocked that you’re the one who understands that the least. What a disappointment.”

Laughter and howls go off. Iron cocks an eyebrow. At least Trace indulged some foreplay.

“Or is that why you go after teenage girls?” I ask Iron. “Because we’re just that easy.”

A woman laughs quietly next to Trace, and I look over to see him and Aracely smiling, amused.

Iron tosses him a glare, his younger brother throwing up his hands in defense.

“I love you. I’m on your side,” Trace says.

Iron turns back to me, and I notice his hand is still in his pocket with my panties.

“Hey, Army?” he calls out, but his eyes don’t leave mine. “Yeah?” Army replies from somewhere behind me.

“We still got any red paint?” Iron asks him.

Excited laughter and chatter erupt around the room as if that means something. I shoot my eyes left and then right.

Then back to Iron. The corner of his lips tilts up. “I think it’s time for a few rounds of Red Right Hand.”

Everyone starts moving, someone’s hands shooting into the air while a woman lets out a squeal.

Red Right Hand?

Army passes me, coming up to his brother. “That is the best idea I’ve heard in a while.”

I look at him, and he looks at his brother.

“Are you sure?” he asks Iron. “She’s young.”

Iron raises his drink to his mouth. “Old enough to be doing our brother all night long for the past six months.”

“Oh, I know,” Army mumbles. “We could all hear it.”

Ugh. Liars.

Snickers go off, Dallas chuckling as he walks by, and I watch Iron throw the rest of his drink back and swallow it.

“Outside!” Army announces.

People move, shouts and laughter beginning again as they make for the nearest exit. Some out the kitchen door that leads straight into the garage, while others pile out the front door in a steady stream down the steps.

I don’t wait. Twisting on my heel, I grab my hat and coat and follow everyone outside, joining the river flowing to the side of the house and to the open garage.



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