Chapter 2
Jake stood up without a word. He peeled his tank top off first, muscles flexing under the moonlight, sweat shining on his abs.
Then he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and shoved them down, stepping out, kicking them aside.
His boxers were stretched tight over his c**k—thick, long, the head outlined clearly, already pushing against the fabric like it wanted out.
Jesus Christ. Look at that thing. It’s huge. I can see the vein running along the side. I want it in my mouth. I want it stretching me open.
“Your turn, Daisy,” Jake said, dropping back down right next to me so his bare thigh pressed against mine.
“Truth,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.
He looked straight into my eyes. “Who in this group do you want to f**k right now? Be honest.”
I licked my lips. My mout
