Then Rico topped the pile with a wild card. “The color is red. Soul, take off your shorts.”
My shorts weren’t red, but I was in the mood to do whatever he said. And the weight of his stare stayed on me as I stood and tugged my very tan shorts down until they were a pool at my feet.
Harlow didn’t try to hide that she was staring at my dick print until I sat down and she dipped her head with a subtle curve of her lips.
I didn’t have a red to put down, so I drew a card and watched dazedly as the game went on. On my next turn, I stared at the red 8 on top of the pile and added a draw 2.
“Yellow,” I said, already glancing at Harlow. “Draw two or take off two of those shirts, Harley baby.”
“Damn, how many you got on?” Rico wondered aloud when her cards were face down and her hands were above her head, pulling two shirts off at the same time.
Lips pursed, she placed a yellow 9 on top and looked at Christian.
I couldn’t prove it, but I was starting to think Rico had split all the wild cards between me and him when he hit us with a draw 4 on his next go and looked at me.
Including my watch, there weren’t four things left on my body. I told him that and his focus shifted to Christian. “That’s fine. You take off three and Christian takes off his shirt.”
“Oh. So, we just making up new rules as we go.” Harlow dropped her cards and waited for me to concede with a little arch of her brow.
Tongue pressed against my cheek, I studied my cards. I could pick up four or I could give Rico what he wanted.
I gave Rico what he wanted.
But before Christian could lift his shirt, I flashed Rico a look and said, “I’ll take off everything but the watch. But you take off your boxers and Christian still takes off his shirt.”
“What the birthday boy wants, the birthday boy gets,” Rico conceded, winking at me. He stood up and held my eyes until his dick smacked his thigh. He was half hard already, and my mouth ran dry. “Your turn, Soul.”
Still seated, I yanked off my shirt. It joined the growing pile on the floor before I stood up, ready to keep the rest of my promise.
“Wait!” Harlow called out. “Come here, Soul. I want to take them off you.”
“Oh, shit,” Rico hissed when I stopped beside her chair.
She worked her fingers under the band of my briefs and looked up at me, her expression imploring and her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
Eyes trained on me, she lowered my briefs unhurriedly and sucked in a breath when my erection was aimed at her pretty mouth.
She licked her lips and sat back in her chair as I stepped out of the briefs.
Fucking tease.
Picking up a shirt, I placed it on my chair and sat down, passing Rico one to do the same.
Then everybody’s eyes fell on Christian. The reveal of his broad chest and thick waist pulled a collective—appreciative—groan out of all of us.
He looked at us like he didn’t know he was fine as fuck and gathered his cards again.
We kept playingbut my erection was making it harder to focus. Harlow came out of two pairs of pants and another shirt, leaving her in her bra and a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass. Rico got down to Uno but forgot to call it.
“How you forget your own rules?” Harlow teased.
He palmed his slack jaw but didn’t look contrite. “Man, I’m distracted as fuck. I ain’t got shit else to take off anyway.”
“I know how you can even the score.”
“How?” There was an edge of rawness in his voice that had my stiff dick straining against the air.
He really sounded like he wanted to make it up to us.
