“So,” Logan said as he wiped at his mouth, “what are we gonna do to keep this party going?”
“I’m up for some more grinding if we want to turn on some fucking music,” Levi said.
“I think you got enough dancing out of your system tonight,” Luke said.
“What? Someone jealous?” Levi asked.
“I have a suggestion,” I said.
All of the brothers turned to look at me as I slipped out of my heels. I walked over to my bag and stumbled over it, giggling as I did so. I knew I had it somewhere. I’d brought it for Lauren and me to play cards, but this particular occasion would suit the new deck even better.
I held up the cards wrapped in plastic as I stood upright.
“Anyone up for a game of poker?”
“What’s the wager?” Levi asked.
“Money?” Liam asked.
“Drinks?” Luke asked.
But I kicked my heel over to Logan’s feet before a mischievous grin crossed his face.
“Oh hell yeah. Strip poker. I’m fucking in,” he said.
I was an incredible poker player. I had been excited when Lauren had suggested Vegas for the weekend. My plan had been to spend a little time at the tables and win some extra cash I could give her for her honeymoon. Todd did alright, but Lauren’s job didn’t really offer her the kind of luxuries she deserved. I wanted to give her a little extra to enjoy, and my card shark ways would help me do that.
I did fine on my own, I didn’t need extra money.
But with the alcohol in my system, I wasn’t as attentive to my cards as I needed to be. Layers were removed, and eyes wandered, and I found myself removing clothes I never thought I would in front of their eyes. I felt empowered. Beautiful. Wanted, as my reckless side took over. No other men would ever see me like this. I couldn’t bear the thought. But with the guys, it was nothing. I felt safe with them. I felt gorgeous underneath their stares. I loved the way their eyes scanned me. The way Levi’s chest heaved, and the way Luke’s eyes danced around my tits. Liam licked
his lips, and Logan’s eyes flared with passion and desire.
With each round, my want for them grew. My wishes for them to put their hands on me multiplied.
I panned my gaze over to Liam and our eyes locked. The room fell silent and my head spun with freedom. My inhibitions dropped and my saturated wants crawled to the surface. I settled my cards down as the guys looked at my hand, but I was no longer paying attention to the cards.
I was looking at Liam’s lips.
“What do you want, Sam?” he asked.
My jaw quivered at his question as I rose to my knees.
He stood to his feet and held out his hand, beckoning me to take it. I slid mine within his, watching as his palm dwarfed my fingers. He helped me to my feet as I stood there, clad in nothing but my underwear while he stood there with his shirt and boxers on. My gut was screaming at me.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
So I took Lauren’s advice and I followed my gut, giving into the confidence swirling around in my system
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CHAPTER 7
SAM
My hands rose and planted against his chiseled chest, feeling his muscles tense underneath. It felt so good against my palms, and the last of my walls came crashing down. I rose to my tiptoes and placed my lips against his, answering his question with an action of my own.