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Authors: Delilah Devlin
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fine,” Pansy said, then arched a brow.
Billy glanced around. Her comment had caught everyone’s attention. They all stood, unabashed, in various stages of undress. The guys stared while they waited to see if Billy would strip too. Marti, Jenn and Ash wore matching smiles, and only their bras and underwear.
“I feel like there should be stripper music playing,” Billy muttered, but he unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop. Then he toed off his boots and socks. When he began removing his pants, he gave the women watching him so intently a flinty glare but pushed down his jeans, keeping his boxers firmly in place.
Marti held out our palm. “I win.”
Pansy laughed. “I promise I didn’t tell her you were a boxer boy.”
Billy shook his head. “You do know,” he said softly, “this ain’t normal.”
“You want normal, you shouldn’t want me. Besides, what exactly is normal? So I’m not shy about my friends seeing me in the raw. So I like to be spanked. Who doesn’t now and then?”
“I don’t. Ever.”
“Never say never,” she said, trailing a fingernail down his bare chest before turning and waltzing over to Beau who was snapping his coveralls closed.
Beau’s dark gaze followed her every step of the way, so she gave a little extra sway to her hips.
Beau shook his head. “It just doesn’t work in that baggy getup.”
“Says who?” she said, fluffing up her hair and glancing back at Billy who raised his brows but gave her a wink.
Minutes later, they all trailed down a hallway to step out onto another porch. Beau opened a junction box and flipped a breaker inside. Lights flickered behind them, and they all turned to stare at the large field, stadium lights surrounding it, and tall padded barrels, cones and big puffy Xs placed around the field.
“They’re all filled with Styrofoam,” Beau said, “and you can take up firing positions behind them.” He held up wide armbands, blue and red. “Each team will have its own color. You don’t shoot your own team.”
He handed Pansy a red arm band and gave Billy blue. By the time everyone had selected their color, the women were on teams opposite from their mates.
“I can see where this is going,” Marti drawled.
“Aim for fleshy parts,” Beau said. “The paintballs will leave a nasty bruise.”
Jackson slapped Marti’s bottom. “I know where I’m aiming.”
Marti cupped his crotch and arched a brow.
Jackson’s smile froze. “Oh hell, no.”
The women laughed while the men shared grimaces.
“Red team, take up positions on the far end of the field,” Beau said. “When you’re in place, we’ll commence. Last man standing with a dry suit wins for his team.”
“Why’d you say man?” Jenn asked.
The guys shared leering grins.
“Who do you think we’ll be huntin’ first?” Gus asked, waggling his brows at Ash.
Pansy slipped down the stairs and took off at a jog. “They don’t think we can shoot, girls. Ready to prove ’em wrong?”
Laughter followed her, but she didn’t slow down. Her belly was filled with excited butterflies. She couldn’t wait to play and especially couldn’t wait for what came after. She suspected that since all Beau’s crew was here, this was initiation night— hers . And since she’d been present at the last one, she knew exactly what was in store—a whole lot of a naughty.
Billy ran behind Beau, keeping pace as they leapt from a cone to a barrel and hid behind it to peek around the side. The first loud pop sounded, followed by a curse.
“Missed her.”
It was Gus complaining from the barrel beside them. Beneath his goggles, Gus’s mouth was set in a determined straight line. He ducked around the side to steal a glimpse. “I’m goin’ in.”
Gus darted out. A large pop sounded. He grunted and fell to the ground. “Damn, that hurt,” he said, rubbing his chest and coming away with pink paint coating his hand.
“Cop a squat,” Beau called out. “You’re dead.”
The blue
Billy glanced around. Her comment had caught everyone’s attention. They all stood, unabashed, in various stages of undress. The guys stared while they waited to see if Billy would strip too. Marti, Jenn and Ash wore matching smiles, and only their bras and underwear.
“I feel like there should be stripper music playing,” Billy muttered, but he unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop. Then he toed off his boots and socks. When he began removing his pants, he gave the women watching him so intently a flinty glare but pushed down his jeans, keeping his boxers firmly in place.
Marti held out our palm. “I win.”
Pansy laughed. “I promise I didn’t tell her you were a boxer boy.”
Billy shook his head. “You do know,” he said softly, “this ain’t normal.”
“You want normal, you shouldn’t want me. Besides, what exactly is normal? So I’m not shy about my friends seeing me in the raw. So I like to be spanked. Who doesn’t now and then?”
“I don’t. Ever.”
“Never say never,” she said, trailing a fingernail down his bare chest before turning and waltzing over to Beau who was snapping his coveralls closed.
Beau’s dark gaze followed her every step of the way, so she gave a little extra sway to her hips.
Beau shook his head. “It just doesn’t work in that baggy getup.”
“Says who?” she said, fluffing up her hair and glancing back at Billy who raised his brows but gave her a wink.
Minutes later, they all trailed down a hallway to step out onto another porch. Beau opened a junction box and flipped a breaker inside. Lights flickered behind them, and they all turned to stare at the large field, stadium lights surrounding it, and tall padded barrels, cones and big puffy Xs placed around the field.
“They’re all filled with Styrofoam,” Beau said, “and you can take up firing positions behind them.” He held up wide armbands, blue and red. “Each team will have its own color. You don’t shoot your own team.”
He handed Pansy a red arm band and gave Billy blue. By the time everyone had selected their color, the women were on teams opposite from their mates.
“I can see where this is going,” Marti drawled.
“Aim for fleshy parts,” Beau said. “The paintballs will leave a nasty bruise.”
Jackson slapped Marti’s bottom. “I know where I’m aiming.”
Marti cupped his crotch and arched a brow.
Jackson’s smile froze. “Oh hell, no.”
The women laughed while the men shared grimaces.
“Red team, take up positions on the far end of the field,” Beau said. “When you’re in place, we’ll commence. Last man standing with a dry suit wins for his team.”
“Why’d you say man?” Jenn asked.
The guys shared leering grins.
“Who do you think we’ll be huntin’ first?” Gus asked, waggling his brows at Ash.
Pansy slipped down the stairs and took off at a jog. “They don’t think we can shoot, girls. Ready to prove ’em wrong?”
Laughter followed her, but she didn’t slow down. Her belly was filled with excited butterflies. She couldn’t wait to play and especially couldn’t wait for what came after. She suspected that since all Beau’s crew was here, this was initiation night— hers . And since she’d been present at the last one, she knew exactly what was in store—a whole lot of a naughty.
Billy ran behind Beau, keeping pace as they leapt from a cone to a barrel and hid behind it to peek around the side. The first loud pop sounded, followed by a curse.
“Missed her.”
It was Gus complaining from the barrel beside them. Beneath his goggles, Gus’s mouth was set in a determined straight line. He ducked around the side to steal a glimpse. “I’m goin’ in.”
Gus darted out. A large pop sounded. He grunted and fell to the ground. “Damn, that hurt,” he said, rubbing his chest and coming away with pink paint coating his hand.
“Cop a squat,” Beau called out. “You’re dead.”
The blue
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