Page 74 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

“I’ll see your socks and raise you….” I pause, my eyes scanning them, “Underwear.”

The room goes silent as the words hang in the air. Even the grandfather clock seemed to have stopped ticking. I push the massive amount of poker chips equal to a pair of underwear forward.

Hank’s eyeballs practically pop out of his head. JT’s jaw drops to the floor as Ben’s face turns a deep shade of crimson.

“You sure about that, darling?” Hank asks, a wicked glint in his eye. “It’d be a shame for you to have to lose yours.”

“I’m always sure. Are you scared, Hank?” I ask as I lean forward, pressing my breasts together. I’m taunting him, flirting with him, and meeting his gaze head-on. His eyes drop down to my chest then slide down the length of my body.

“As a matter of fact, I’m not,” he says, grinning. “I’ll call.”

JT and Ben fold, leaving Hank and I to face off.

A hush falls over the room as we both turn our cards over.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I say, laying down my cards. A pair of twos.

“Full house, lady,” Hank says cooly as his eyes travel up and down my body again. “Time to lose the panties.”

The temperature in the room soars as I get to my feel. Slowly, inch by inch, I wiggle out of my underwear, using the oversized shirt to my advantage, until they pool at my ankles. I take one last deep breath and kick them away.

“Happy now?” I say, my voice shaking ever so slightly. The heat of the fireplace licks at my legs, crawling upward.

All three of their eyes darken with desire. “Oh, I’m just getting started, Mac.” The little bit of fabric Hank has left on, does little to hide the bugle there. My mouth waters slightly at the sight of it. JT adjusts himself beside his brother, quickly reshuffling the deck.

“We can call it now. You don’t have much left to bet with,” he says.

“I still have a whole shirt,” I point out.

“And a whole lot of attitude” Hank adds on. “Alright, Mac. But remember, you asked for this.”

I ignore the way my heart thuds in my chest. This was just a game, right?

A harmless game of poker gone wrong. We are after all just mammals. There’s no reason to feel any way about being naked in front of one another.

“Alright, boys,” I say, shrugging. “Deal me in. Unless you want to call it, seeing as Ben and Hank, you have nothing left but your boxers.”

“Oh no. We’re still playing,” Ben says. “Someone’s got to beat JT.”

The next few rounds are a blur, but I still manage to keep my shirt on, though Hank and Ben both lose their underwear and have to forfeit, standing at the side, watching JT and I play.Their hands over their bare junk, do a piss poor job of hiding their hardening erections and I can’t help but steal glances their way, nearly salivating at the idea of sucking them off.

The room is charged with lust and tension as we play another round. I’m so focused on winning now that I don’t notice how quiet the room has become.

“Alright, Mac, I’m feeling generous,” JT says, leaning back in his chair. “Double or nothing?”

“And what exactly are you planning to wager?” I ask, eyeing him warily.

“If I win, your shirt, and you’re mine for the night.”

Mine for the night? I repeat the words over, studying the desire etched in his face.

“And if I win?” I whisper.

“Full access to whatever you want here on the property.”

My breath catches in my throat as the implications of the bet sink in. JT’s dark eyes hold mine, daring me to back out. I swallow, trying to settle the butterflies in my stomach.

Sweat beads on my brow as I wait with bated breath.

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