I Slept With a God

Chapter 6

Although the rest of the guys had seemed shocked at the confirmation that Paul and I had met before, I was left dumbfounded. I had just begun to accept that maybe I had imagined that night a week ago, but now here was that guy sitting next to me with his arms wrapped around me as if I hadn't been losing my mind. And others were here, confirming he was real, too. It took me a few minutes to ground myself before I tuned back into the conversation. It seemed everyone had moved on from the topic of me and Paul, now discussing some sport game they had watched the day before.

I look over at Paul again, still feeling tingles run across my shoulders and down my arm, he never having removed his arm from around me. I look at the beer can in his hand, suddenly wishing there was something stronger. Paul's gaze turns on me, noticing where my eyes land. He holds the can out, but I shake my head, wrinkling my nose slightly.

A laugh escapes his lips and I subconsciously lean closer to him. "Don't drink beer, baby?" He sets the can down on the table before waving to a girl in the kitchen area, "Hey Holly, can you bring us a round of tequila?" A short little redhead immediately looks up, practically having googly eyes as she spy Paul. I scowl at her, crossing my arms as a wave of jealous shoots through me. Although I know it's ridiculous to feel jealous, Paul and I weren't an item. But the way she tilted her head and flutter her eyelashes before nodding and rushing off to, presumably, grab tequila? It made my angry.

Paul's arm dropped from my shoulders to wrap around my waist, tugging me closer to him. He leans in to whisper in my ear again, "Don't worry, babygirl. We'll talk later about last week. I have a proposition for you that I think you might enjoy, and it won't involve any other girls." His teeth brush my earlobe and I immediately feel my face flame again, jealousy flying out the window. The other guys didn't seem to even notice the interaction, discussing about what game they should play for the night.

"How about truth or dare?" Apollo picked up his beer can, taking a sip from it again.

A few of the boys nodded, giving opinions on rules. You couldn't pick the same person twice in a row, you can't pick truth more than three times in a row, if you didn't complete a truth or dare then you had to take a shot of the questioner's choice. Everyone agreed to that before Holly returned with the round of shots, placing a plate on the table.

"Thank you, Holly. Please, leave the bottle." I couldn't help glaring at her again with the way she nodded and giggled flirtatiously at Paul. Holly was probably a nice girl, but something in me just wanted to slap her for looking at Paul in such a way. His hand moved backwards, slipping slightly under the back of my shirt, his fingers brushing across my lower back. I felt a small shiver run down my spine, but I started relaxing again.

Bryce went first, asking someone about their job, someone else got dared to do the chicken dance, another to call their exwife. Everything was going pretty well. I was laughing and becoming comfortable. Then Paul was picked, "Where did you and Olivia meet?"

"At a bar," he answered, it not being a big deal. But then it was Paul's turn, and he picked me. "Olivia, truth or dare?" I hesitated, unsure as to what to pick. His smile had turned mischievous, after all. A part of me wanted to pick dare, just to see what he would ask me, but I decided to play it safe.

"Truth." His smile didn't change, however.

"Do you still miss your ex after last week?" I stare at him in surprise, wondering how he even knew about my ex. I didn't remember mentioning him at the bar. My eyes narrow at him suspiciously, wondering if he was following me, now, but then his hand slipped higher up my shirt, fingers tracing up my spine. My face flushed, now realizing what, exactly, he was asking me. Did I miss my ex after having s*x with him?

Although I hesitated to answer, still unsure as to how he knew that about me, I eventually look away. "No." I picked someone random after that, daring them to propose with a shot glass to one of the ladies in the kitchen. Everyone laughed at that, the girl looking totally confused before seeing our laughter and instead looking annoyed.

The game continued a bit longer before Paul was chosen again. For a second time, he picked me. "Truth or dare?" I picked truth again, still not trusting him to not ask me to do something embarrassing. Especially with the way his fingers were still running across my back. "What's the most times you've orgasmed at once?" A few of the boys choked on the beers they were sipping, a couple of the quieter ones going red in the face. I looked at Paul, mortified.

"What?" I was in disbelief of his question, realizing that maybe dare could have been the better option.

"I think you heard me," I stared at him several seconds longer before looking away from him to grab my shot glass.

"What am I drinking?" He laughed slightly, a few of the others chuckling as well before pouring me another shot of tequila.

"You really gave her no choice there, did you Paul?" Bryce tried to look amused by Paul, but he seemed a bit uncomfortable as well, casting a concerned glance my way. I tried to ignore the few people doing the same, taking my shot.

Paul chuckled in response, "She could have answered. All is fair in truth or dare."

"Paul, truth or dare?" I needed to get my revenge, I was going to find something good, no matter what.

"Dare," he immediately leans closer, as if telling me we were battling now. I narrow my eyes at him, taking a moment to consider my choices.

"I dare you to run through the street in only your underwear for five minutes." A few of the guys whooped and hollered at that, some looking even more embarrassed than they did a minute ago, but my hope for satisfaction was quickly kindled. Paul just nodded, looking unshaped as he stood up, starting to remove his shirt.

My mouth dropped open in shock, not expecting him to complete the dare, nor was I expecting him to strip right here, where everyone could see him. Several of the girls in the room started squealing and pulling out their cameras. I just sat there, dumbstruck as he moved removed all his clothes except his underwear, then slow making his way outside. He stopped by the door, "Aren't you coming to watch?" I stared at him for a few seconds longer, finding it hard to pull my eyes away from the muscles on his back and his legs. They were perfect in every way possible. But I did manage to pull myself to the door a few seconds later, pulling out my phone to set a five minute timer.

"Whenever you're ready." As soon as his foot left the door way, he was running. I hit go, watching the timer more than him. Several of the girls and a few of the guys crowded around or made their way out the doors to watch him. He had not hesitation in saying hello to every person he passed, even waving at a few cars who had slowed down to get a better look. Once the five minutes were up, he made his way back inside, only putting his pants back on and leaving his shirt on the floor.

Paul wasn't able to pick me this time, and a few more rounds went by before I stood up. "Thanks for game night, everyone, but I'm pretty tired. I'll see you around." I bid everyone a farewell before making my way from the room. At the elevator, however, I noticed Paul had followed me, entering behind me to ride up. I kept my gaze averted from him, trying to ignore him, but he didn't let that slide.

Paul moved in front of me, pressing his hand to the wall on either side of my head, and leaning in until his lips were brushing mine. "Come to my room, babygirl."

Although every part of my body screamed yes, my mind remembering how he took me to heaven and back several times over, I knew I wasn't ready for a relationship. "No thank you," I denied, still keeping my eyes away from him.

A little chuckle left his lips before he kissed me. I moved my hands to his chest, wanting to push him away, but instead I felt my knees grow weak and the next thing I knew, I was kissing him back. I barely heard the elevator ding, indicated it had reached my floor, but I was already lost to Paul's lips. His hands had moved from the wall to grab my hips, lifting and pushing me against the wall. My legs wrapped around him, hands lifting to tangle into his hair, tugging it slightly. He rocked his hips into mine and a moan immediately came out of me. He didn't hesitate to push his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

I felt drugged and sexcrazed, his touch making me want more of him. When the elevator dinged again, he pulled me from the wall, walking with me into a different room. A moment later, I felt my back hit something soft, his hands removing my shirt as his mouth started to kiss down my neck.

"Let's have a good time, first. We can talk after, okay babygirl?" My only response was another moan as his hand slipped down my pants, pushing into my dripping core. The rest of the night was a blur of sweat and blissful screams.