Page 75 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

“Deal,” I say, pushing my last few chips into the middle.

He deals the cards, and we study them intensely, my heart roaring in my ears.

“Alright, Mac, show me what you’ve got,” JT says, his voice a low growl.

I hesitate, my hands shaking. This is it. All or nothing. I glance at their faces, and see a mix of arousal, anticipation, and maybe, justmaybe, a glimmer of respect. The only problem is that I’ve got a shit hand. Maybe I can make him fold with a bluff.

“Alright, boys, I’m all in,” I say.

“You’re bluffing,” JT says, narrowing his eyes.

“Am I?” I ask, arching an eyebrow. “Well, what do you say, JT? Are you bluffing, or are you... all in?”

It was everything I had left to bet.

“Well, well, look who’s feeling lucky,” JT says, steepling his fingers in front of him.

The room is so quiet I could’ve heard a pin drop.

“Well, I’ll see your bluff and raise you one...” He trails off, his eyes locked with mine.

The room seems to hold its breath as he displays his cards; a royal flush.

As my eyes widen, I can feel my cheeks burning. I’d just lost. I’d lost it all.

“Mac,” JT growls, “Strip.”

I refuse to meet their eyes as I slowly peel the shirt over my head, baring my skin to their heated gazes. They are hotter than the fire roaring nearby. My heart pounds in my ears, my cheeks red from the booze and arousal.

“Now what?” I ask, squeezing my eyes shut. My head swims and I feel lighter than air like I might evaporate then and there.

The room fills with the sounds of heavy, labored breathing as I wait for his next move.

“Well, since you’re all mine for the night, I have a few ideas.” JT drawls. His voice sends shivers down my spine. He stands up and walks over to me. His broad, warm hand caresses my bare shoulder before he turns me around to face him, his grip firm yet gentle.

“Get on the table.”

I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I follow his command. The cool wood of the tabletop sends a shiver down my spine as I sit on the edge of the table.

“No. On all fours for us to see.”

Gingerly, I prop myself up on all fours, my naked ass in the air, my heart racing as I’m on full display to them.

JT's footsteps approach the table, each step echoing in the silent room.

I tense up as he stands behind me. His heat, his presence, looms over me as he lingers there, inches away, the tension between us is palpable.

“You know, Mac,” he says, his voice a low growl in my ear. “You’re a terrible poker player, but, damn, do you make a good loser.”

I close my eyes, bracing myself for whatever was to come next. His hands on my hips are hot, and firm, moving along my back down to my ass.

His strong hands suddenly pull me back against his hard body. His breath is hot on my neck as he leans down to whisper in my ear.

“I warned you. I always win.”

Hank and Ben take a step closer, their expressions hungry as they take in the sight of me on my hands and knees naked before them. Hank reaches out to trail a calloused finger down my spine, making me arch into his touch.

"Look at you," he murmurs appreciatively. "Our girl, bent over and begging for it."

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