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Peyton leaned back, looking like the cat that caught the canary. “Looks like you lost.”

“It does seem that way,” Sebastian said wryly. As if he was the only one that had lost. There were five of them here. Will, Quinn, and Jericho had lost too. Jericho and Quinn had folded, and Will had gone all in with quite literally nothing. Not even a pair. How he thought that was going to work, Sebastian had no idea.

Quinn took his socks off, and Sebastian mouthed, “Coward,” at him. Quinn threw them at his head.

Jericho slid his belt out from the loops of his jeans and hung it over the back of his chair.

“I don’t know if that counts,” Peyton said, narrowing his eyes. “It’s more of an accessory.”

“As are ties and socks if we’re going to be finnicky.”

“You’re going to get naked, one way or another, you know.”

Jericho just smirked. He reached behind himself and grasped the back of his chair with one hand, stretching out his chest and displaying himself proudly for them.

Will stood with a heated grin. He hooked his thumbs in his briefs. “This is all I got left, so...”

“Well, don’t keep us waiting,” Jericho drawled.

Will pulled them down just a fraction. “You mean like this?”

Sebastian got more comfortable against the back of the chair and shaped his hand around his dick, massaging it as Will teased them. Way better than alcohol.

Quinn ran his knuckles up the back of Will’s knee and up his thigh, and Will turned to look down at him. “I think it’s against the rules to touch the entertainment,” he said cheekily.

Quinn leaned forward and kissed his thigh. A full-body shiver visibly ran through Will, his exposed skin erupting in goose bumps. Quinn shifted his hand under the bottom of Will’s briefs, scrunched his hand, and tugged them down himself until they were sitting at the curves of his calves.

“Come here,” he murmured, sliding a hand over Will’s hip. Will awkwardly stepped out of the briefs and then eagerly crawled into Quinn’s lap, straddling him and bending down to kiss him with obscene noises that went straight to Sebastian’s dick.

If they were still playing poker after this, he was screwed. He wouldn’t even be able to concentrate enough to work out a good hand, let alone play the mindfuck aspect of the game.

Sebastian bit his lip and arched his throat when Peyton moved up behind him, pressing his lips to Sebastian’s ear and resting a hand on his shoulder.

“My next question is for you.”

Sebastian twisted his head, tangling fingers in Peyton’s hair at the same time. “I hope it doesn’t involve brain activity.”

Peyton licked across Sebastian’s bottom lip. “How badly do you want to kiss me?”

A hot flush ran through Sebastian, stomach clenching. “Pretty fucking badly.”

Peyton’s lips met his in a clash of teeth and tongue andfucking Christ Sebastian needed to get his hands on this man.

Chapter Seven

Will loved the waythat Quinn kissed. The confidence, sureness, andsoftness. He made sure that Will knew he wasn’t in charge, and that he was going to be taken care of and cherished.

He splayed his hands across Quinn’s cheeks, beard tickling his palms, as he settled all his weight on Quinn’s lap. He tasted like pizza, Scotch, a hint of chocolate, andQuinn. The perfect combination.

Hands skimmed down his hips and around to his ass. He moaned and twined his arms fully around Quinn’s shoulders, kissing deeper.

A second set of hands joined Quinn’s, first across his ass and then up his back. He twisted in Quinn’s hold, and Jericho’s lips landed on his, barely giving him a breath between.

He went willingly when he was lifted off Quinn, and then he was sandwiched between the two of them as Quinn stood. He kissed the curve of Will’s throat, sucking skin between his teeth.

Will gasped when Jericho kissed across his jaw and then down his chest, biting down before nibbling his way back up again. Pleasure rolled over him like gentle waves sweeping him out to sea. He hoped everything Quinn and Jericho were doing to him marked him, wanted the evidence all over him later.

The perfect view of Sebastian and Peyton kissing only made everything burn that much hotter, ache that much harder. His eyes glazed over as another wave passed through him, his dick throbbing against Quinn’s stomach.

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