“I should have seen this shit coming. Princess, I will play dirty. Because this is the most serious question I will ever ask you. And trust me when I say, if you answer correctly, I will reward you with food, but only after I eat.”
I bat my lashes. “Well then, good thing I have no loyalties. I can absolutely be bought with dirty promises. My vote is yours.”
Alec laughs, shoving his shoulder. “Now, who’s stealing the vote, dick.” His eyes shift to mine. “I can top his offer…” The words roll off his tongue laced with sexuality. “Baby, I’ll play with your hair.”
I moan, eyes rolling back as they laugh.
“Beat that,” Alec throws out as Cole bellows more laughter.
I bite my lip, enjoying myself. They’re so attractive. No, that’s not it. They’re habit-forming. Watching them verbally spar and laugh. Just listening to the shit-talk. I could sit here all night soaking them in.
There’s nothing like a good bromance. And being the only girl who gets to witness it is pretty fucking intoxicating. I’ll need to detox with some super boring assholes once this weekend is over, just to set me straight.
“Just ask her already.” Reed chuckles, pulling my feet onto his lap.
Cole takes a deep breath, leaning in, elbows coming to his knees. The whole room grows quiet as if he’s about to say the most serious thing ever said. But then a smirk graces his lips.
“Die Hard…Christmas movie? Yay or nay.”
“Have a seat,” Cole growls into my ear as his muscular arm hooks around my waist, lifting me.
I squeal as I’m plopped down onto the stool in front of the kitchen island, still grateful for the assist since my legs feel like I’m walking on Jell-O. Jesus, I’ve never been so happy to agree that Die Hard is a Christmas movie. Because getting yippee-ki-ate out spread across the coffee table is definitely the highlight of my life.
“Thank you,” I breathe out.
He gives me a sly look. “It’s the least I can do. Since I’m the cause of those gorgeous stems not working properly.”
My tongue darts out, swiping over dry lips as he stares down at me. The smirk on his face is still doing delicious things to me. Cole leans down slowly, pressing a kiss to my cheek before I’m left, eyelashes fluttering, to watch him walk around the counter.
I adjust on the stool, bringing my hands to the cold marble counter as I watch my very own version of Top Chef meets Magic Mike unfold in front of me.
“Hold on. You’re actually cooking for me?” I rasp. “I thought you didn’t know how.”
Not that I’m complaining. I wouldn’t even know how to. I can barely string cohesive thoughts together after what just went down.
Reed smirks with a carton of eggs in hand.
“We don’t cook. But we know breakfast, sunshine. We aren’t complete heathens.”
Lies. They are. The best fucking kind.
I blink, stifling a chuckle. My eyes shift over to Alec, who’s pulling frozen waffles out of the freezer. He grins, raising his brows.
“I’m thinking syrup, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream.”
I nod, immediately picturing myself as the waffle.
Jace catches a peach midair from Cole, stealing my attention. His tattooed chest is on display as it rises and falls a bit faster. And I swear, it doesn’t matter that I was just handled in the most spectacular way. My body is ablaze all over again.
Our eyes stay connected as he brings the peach to his mouth, leaning in to smell it before he takes a bite.
I shiver. Fuck.
Jace licks the glistening juice off his lips, smiling at me as he chews before he says, “Keep looking at me like that, and I might put you through round two of the coffee table.”
The room grows silent, only the sound of butter crackling in the pan. Jace walks around the island, taking another bite but stops as he comes to stand next to me.
I shift on the stool and bring my knees to either side of his defined body. But he says nothing, just lifts the peach to my lips.
“Bite?”
I nod, but I don’t even get to chew it before Jace runs his tongue up my chin, collecting the spillage before diving into my mouth. Somehow my bite becomes his, stolen straight from my mouth along with all my senses. Because before I know it, that same peach is slicked over my pussy, making me gasp just before Jace disappears under the countertop, and I’m left to hold the marble for my dear life. My eyes are already rolling into the back of my head as Cole grins, throwing his words over his shoulder.
“Make her come quick, J. Eggs are up.”
Jesus, if this is our Saturday night, I can’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend holds.
Ah, the weekend is young.
Ripe with dirty flirtations.
That will liven the party
and provide erect salutations.
But it’s destined to end.
And Samantha, I fear,
will be left with only good tidings and cheer.
Not a dick here nor there.
Not a grope left to feel.
Unless someone steps up and slams down a heel.
Still, there’s hope for these lovers on this weekend of sin.
Because the need to be gang-banged might just win out in the end.
twenty-one
“We’re not done with you yet, princess.”
“Full house.” I laugh because they groan.
“How the fuck are you so lucky at this game?” Cole smirks.
“We’re cursed. This is bullshit.” Reed tosses his cards.
I stick out my tongue as I lean forward to gather all the chips before saying, “Come to mama.”
“I’m out,” Alec grumbles. “I’m cutting my losses.”
Laughter bursts from my chest. “There is no quitting at strip poker, silly. You’re in until you’re out…so to speak.” I give a wink. “Now off with…” My head cranes to see what they still have on, and a smirk stretches across my face.
“You guys better hope it’s warm enough in here because it’s time to strip those boxer briefs.”
God, this is so fun. If I was home, I’d be cleaning my house, running errands, and watching Instagram reels about the travel I’ll never do, because that’s what Sunday is for. But this is way better. Reed even put on skivvies for our game.
“What’s it been, like six hands?” Jace prods, standing up. I nod, giving him a wink as his Boston accent lays thick over the word ringah as it’s hurled at me.
I sit back in my chair, propping my feet up on the card table, with a grin, tipping the clear poker visor I found.
“Maybe…but you’re still a loser, so get to it. I’m a very important and impatient woman.”
There’s no point in lying because I cleaned up immediately. I’d acted like I didn’t know how to play when the truth is that my sister and I are basically professional card sharks. Gramps taught us well.
Reed leans forward in his chair to steal my eyes. “Sunshine. You realize once you win…I win.”
I bite my bottom lip, looking up at him through my lashes.
“There’s a flaw in your thinking, Reed. Once I win, you’re nude, and I’m clothed.” He narrows his eyes at me, but I smile sweetly as I continue. “Did you think I’d just jump out of my T-shirt the moment your dick entered the chat?”