Page 171 of Light My Fire

I pick the cards up and shuffle again, then deal five cards to each man.

They look at their hands, exchange a few cards, then lay them down.

This time Luke wins.

I round the other side of the table. He shoves his chair back and practically yanks me into his lap. One big hand cups the back of my head, fisting my hair, and he brings me in for a hot kiss before I can protest or lay out any further rules. As his tongue plunders my mouth, his other hand grips my thigh and he turns me so I’m straddling his lap.

His hand strokes up and down my thigh, his thumb coming close to my center three times before his thumb finally brushes over my clit through the black silk.

I gasp and pull back. I stare into his face. “You’re cheating,” I say, practically panting. “This is supposed to be for talking.”

He gives me a jerky nod, then says, “I saw Marci.”

My eyes widen.

He goes on before I can come up with words.

“I’m good. I got the closure I needed. Years too late maybe, but just in time for you. I’m ready, Angel. Ready to move on, ready to let you in, ready to love you with everything I’ve got.”

My heart flips, my stomach swoops, my pussy clenches, and I swear my brain blanks for a moment.

He brings me in until our foreheads are touching. “Please tell me I haven’t completely fucked this up. I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. You’re way too strong a force. And I’m so fucking grateful for that.”

I cup his face with both hands and pull back so I can look at him. “I love you, Luke. I love your strength, I love your loyalty, I love that you are our rock, our leader. You make me feel safe, and I can’t imagine facing the storms of life without you as my anchor.”

He takes in a deep, shuddering breath, then crushes me to his chest. “Thank God. I love you so much, Angel.”

With my cheek pressed against his heart, I can see Wyatt and Jackson watching us. They’re looking on with a mixture of relief, happiness, and affection.

I squeeze Luke, and after another moment, he lets me go.

I stand and he holds both my thighs.

“Vest, tie, and shirt,” he says.

I lift a brow. “That’s three things.”

“You want out of them as much as we want you out of them,” he tells me. “And that will leave only this soaking wet, tiny little thong for Jackson.”

I look at Jackson. “You are so sure he’s going to win next?”

Luke reaches up and tugs my tie, unhooking it and tossing it to the floor. “Yeah, I am.”

I certainly hope so. I step back from Luke, unbutton and shrug out of the black vest, then slowly unbutton the white shirt.

I enjoy every second of teasing my men, especially the low groans when they see for sure I’m not wearing a bra.

I let the shirt slip down my arms and toss it to the side.

Now I am standing in front of them in only the thong, stockings, and heels.

“She’s keeping the shoes on too,” Wyatt says.

“Fuck yeah she is,” Jackson agrees.

I move behind the table, shuffle the cards, trying to ignore how tightly beaded my nipples are and the fact that I can barely make the cards stack together because of the adrenaline pumping in my system now. A mixture of love and lust, relief, and giddy happiness is coursing through me.

Somehow, I manage to give them each five cards.

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