Chapter 93: Chapter 93
A foursome? What the actual fuck? My brain short-circuited, beer halfway to my lips. Jasmine and Tessa were already down for wild shit—hell, they’d just tag-teamed me in the car like it was no big deal. But Kim? She’d probably laugh, say "what the fuck," and tell us to get lost. And where? We were in the middle of nowhere. No way she’d go for it.
But damn, 120 experience points? That was a fat reward, dangling like a carrot I couldn’t ignore. My pulse kicked up, part nerves, part something dirtier, the beer doing a shit job of keeping me chill.
Tom’s phone buzzed loud, cutting through the room’s hum. He sighed, hauling himself up. "Gotta take this—Mom again. Sorry, guys."
"Everything cool?" Tessa asked, tilting her head, concern flickering in her eyes.
"Yeah, just... personal stuff." Tom’s voice was tight, like he was carrying more than he let on. "I’ll be upstairs. Won’t be long."
"No worries," I said, nodding toward his glass on the table. "Hey, you forgot your drink."
He doubled back from the stairs, snagged the glass with a quick "thanks," and gave me a small nod before heading up. Footsteps thumped, then a door clicked shut. Whatever was going on with his mom sounded heavy. Poor dude.
And just like that, I was alone with three absolute stunners. Never thought I’d land in a spot like this—felt like some fever-dream fantasy, not real life. My blood was humming, the beer loosening me up, that quest notification still burning a hole in my brain.
I took another swig, the cold beer grounding me as my mind raced. A foursome? No way I could just pitch that without it blowing up. Kim wasn’t like the other two—she’d need convincing, or at least some serious charm. But the way she kept catching my eye, that spark in her smile... maybe she wasn’t as far out of reach as I thought. I shifted on the couch, trying to play it cool while my dick was already half-awake, traitorous bastard.
"So," Kim said, breaking the silence, her voice light but with an edge that made my spine straighten. "You surviving out here, Evan? Or you missing the city already?"
I grinned, leaning forward, elbows on my knees. "Surviving? Barely. These roads are trash, and this cabin’s got me feeling like I’m in a horror flick. But you three? Making it real easy to stick around."
Jasmine’s laugh cut through the haze, sharp and a little slurred. "Smooth talker, ain’t he?" she purred, leaning back, her foot nudging Kim’s thigh. "I taught him that."
"And me," Tessa giggled, her head lolling against my shoulder, wine glass tipping dangerous in her hand. "Right, magic boy?"
Shit. The alcohol was running their mouths now. In the car, we’d sworn to keep our thing under wraps—no spilling to Kim about the wild shit we’d pulled. But here they were, flapping lips like it was open mic night. Worse, they had no clue I was banging Kim too—right in front of Tom, no less. My stomach twisted. I had to shut this down before Kim caught wise or the whole house turned into a soap opera.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, feeling Kim’s drunk eyes boring into me like lasers. I raised my beer, voice forced light. "Let’s just drink, huh? Chill vibes only."
"Drink we... drink," Tessa mumbled, words sloppy, her free hand waving like she was conducting an orchestra. "This wine’s so damn good."
Jasmine nodded, her laugh bubbling up too loud. "It is! It’s... winederful." She cackled at her own pun, nearly spilling her glass on the couch.
I shook my head, dragging both hands down my face. There went my shot at that quest. Foursome? Fucking pipe dream now. I wasn’t some knight in shining armor, but no way was I touching drunk girls—too messy, too wrong. Goddamn, if that quest had popped up earlier, maybe I’d have had a chance to steer things smooth. Now? Just a room full of tipsy giggles and bad decisions waiting to happen.
The conversation drifted, sloppy and aimless—Jasmine ranting about some TikTok drama, Tessa trying to explain why cats were better than dogs but losing her train of thought halfway through. Kim kept topping off her wine, her cheeks flushed, eyes glassy but sharp when they flicked my way. Then, out of nowhere, Jasmine leaned forward, grinning like a kid with a secret.
"Y’know, Kim," she slurred, pointing a wobbly finger at her. "In your car? Evan got a footjob from me. Like, full-on, toes and all. Right on your seat."
Kill me.
Kim’s jaw dropped, wine glass freezing halfway to her lips. "Wait, what? In my car?"
I choked on my beer, coughing hard. "Jas, what the hell—"
Tessa cackled, sprawling back on the couch, one leg kicking up. "Oh, yeah. We’ve had threesomezz with him, Kim. Like, all the time. Evan’s fingers? Goddamn magic. Made me cum, like, ten times in five minutes. Swear his hands should be illegal."
"Girls, enough," I snapped, voice tight, heat crawling up my neck. My jeans were already feeling snug, their words hitting like a match to dry grass. "You all are drunk. Chill."
Kim’s eyes narrowed, but her lips curled slow, like she was in on a game I hadn’t clocked yet. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, wine sloshing a little. "Hold up. Evan, you didn’t tell me you were playing with them. Meanwhile, you’ve been fucking me raw—right in front of Tom, too. Like when you get all rough, pinning me down, making me scream your name. I’m into that shit."
My dick twitched hard, betraying me as the room spun hotter, their words piling like kindling. Jasmine’s eyes went wide, Tessa’s mouth hung open, and for a second, the air crackled with something new—something dangerous. I shifted, trying to hide the growing bulge, heart slamming. "Okay, let’s pump the brakes—"
But Kim wasn’t done. She leaned back, smirking, her voice dropping low. "Y’know, we’re all here. No Tom, no rules. Just us... and you. Ever thought about it? All of us, tangled up, sweaty, making this shitty cabin something to remember?"
Jasmine’s grin turned wicked, catching the vibe like a spark. "Oh, shit, yeah. Can you imagine? All three of us on you, Evan. Hands, mouths... everything."
Tessa hiccuped, giggling, but her eyes were half-lidded, already drifting. "Mmm, bet he’d love it. Our boy’s got stamina..."
I swallowed hard, cock straining now, the quest flashing in my head like a taunt—120 EXP, so close I could taste it. They were circling the idea, not quite saying it, but the heat in their stares screamed foursome. My brain screamed back: they’re drunk, dumbass.
"Y’all are smashed," I said, voice rough, trying to laugh it off. "Why couldn’t you pitch this when you were sober? Fucking drunkards."
Kim laughed, low and throaty, setting her glass down. Then, slow as sin, she grabbed her own tits through her tank top, squeezing them together, nipples poking through the fabric. "Sober, drunk, whatever. Let’s have some fun, Evan. You, me, them... let’s make a mess."
Jasmine slid closer, her hand landing hot on my thigh, fingers inching toward my crotch. "Come on, big guy. Fuck us. Take us. You know you want to—pin us down, make us beg for that dick."
I groaned low, head tipping back, the room spinning with their voices and the beer buzzing in my veins. But then I glanced at Tessa—sprawled across the other couch, eyes closed, soft snores already slipping out. Dead to the world.
Jasmine caught it too, her laugh sharp and wobbly. "Oh, shit, Tessa’s out!" She pushed up, trying to stumble toward her, but her legs betrayed her—knees buckling, body tipping hard. I lunged, catching her just before her head cracked the coffee table, arms hooked under hers.
"Whoa, easy, Jas."
She giggled, limp in my grip, as I eased her down to the floor, propping her against the couch. Her head lolled, eyes fluttering shut, a sloppy smile still on her lips. "You’re... blegh."
Kim sighed, slumping back, her hands falling from her chest. "Aw, damn. Everyone’s passing out. Evan, you’re so boring. Could’ve been epic."
I didn’t bite, just shook my head, chest tight with a mix of relief and frustration. No way I was touching this—not like this. They were too far gone, and my conscience wasn’t that flexible. I stood, legs stiff, and headed for the kitchen, muttering, "Gonna grab some air."
The kitchen window squeaked as I shoved it open, cool night breeze cutting through the booze haze. I fished a smoke from my pocket, lit it quick, and took a deep drag, the burn grounding me. Leaning on the counter, I replayed the night in my head—Jasmine’s feet, Tessa’s tongue, Kim’s dirty confession, that almost-offer of a foursome. My dick was still half-hard, pissed at me for walking away, but my head was clear. No drunk hookups. Not my style. The quest could wait—120 EXP wasn’t worth crossing that line.
The cigarette burned down fast, ash flicked into the sink. I stubbed it out, exhaling long, and trudged back to the living room. Kim and Jasmine were out cold now, sprawled on the floor like a pair of toppled mannequins—Kim curled on her side, one arm flung over Jasmine, who was snoring soft, her legs tangled in a throw blanket. Empty wine glasses and my beer bottle littered the table, the room heavy with the sweet-sour stink of alcohol and fading tension.
I stood there a minute, watching them sleep, the weight of the night settling heavy. Quest or no quest, I’d dodged a bullet. But damn, the what if still lingered, hot and sharp.
"Come on, girls," I muttered, exhaling hard. "Let’s get you to your rooms."