He swallows hard, eyes slowly trailing back up to meet mine. “Because you don’t have a single piece of clothing on.”
“Neither does he,” I point to Nate, who’s sitting next to me, naked with a cocky smirk on his face.
“We both know I suck at poker.”
“So do I.” I shrug.
“Then why did you suggest playing strip poker in the first place?” Liam asks, raising a brow. “Isn’t the point of the game to try and keep as much clothing on as possible to win?”
Like him. This man hasn’t lost a single hand. I was hoping by some luck I might get a good hand, make him lose an article of clothing or two, but nope. Still fully clothed and restricting my eyes from seeing his god-like body.
“Ah, not the way we play it,” Nate chuckles. “If you think about it, Kitten, we’re winning.”
I look him up and down, my eyes lingering on his fully hard cock. “Yeah.” I lick my lips, heat washing over my body. “Yeah, I think we’re winning for sure.”
“Was this your plan all along?” Liam’s eyes bounce between the two of us.
“I have no idea what you mean,” I sigh, crossing my arms. My breasts lift, getting his attention again. His eyes lock on my hardening nipples, and I bite my lip as his Alpha pheromones fill the room. A low rumbling growl of hunger makes my body shiver in delight.
“If the two of you wanted to fuck, all you had to do was ask,” he growls, shifting in his seat. “No need to play silly little games to get there.”
“But where's the fun in that?” I blink at him innocently.
We stopped for a few days in New Orleans for one of the tour concerts. Sadly, there was a massive fire in the building we were supposed to have it at, so now it's scheduled for next week at a new location.
In the meantime, we decided to enjoy the city.
Gavin and Brady are out with Lulu having their own date night, while we decided to stay in. Just the three of us on the tour bus.
When Nate came to me with an idea to play board games, I counteroffered with something different.
Something that would end with the three of us naked, limbs locked together for a much more enjoyable night.
He was on board before I was even done saying strip poker.
Liam should have caught on to our idea sooner. We really are bad at poker and he knows this. He just doesn’t play with us enough to know the extent of our lack of card skills.
Liam gets to his feet, towering over us like a sexy god. My heart starts to race as he picks the folding table up and moves it to the side, leaving me and Nate sitting back in our chairs with nothing blocking us from his view.
Swallowing hard, I tilt my head back when Liam steps forward, looming over me. “Hi,” I whisper.
He just smirks as he pulls his shirt up and over his head.
My breathing picks up as my eyes trail down his muscled chest. “Oh,” I breathe, licking my lips.
He says nothing as his hands move to his jeans.
With each passing second, anticipation builds inside me. I watch as he unlatches his belt, pulling it free before undoing the button, then lowering his zipper.
“Nate,” Liam says with a husky rumble. “Take off my pants for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Nate groans, getting to his knees. He gets behind Liam, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and pulls them down, taking his boxers too.
Liam’s cock springs free, slapping against his stomach. It’s hard and throbbing, the sexy vein that goes from the tip all the way down to his knot, making my mouth water. I want nothing more than to trace it with my tongue.
He grunts, shooting a glare over his shoulder. “Did you just bite my ass?”
“Sorry,” Nate smirks. “It’s just so firm and juicy.”
