Page 66 of Light My Fire

I’m breathing fast and I’m wet and hot and don’t care at all about poker suddenly.

“Um…”

But I don’t have to come up with any words. Wyatt’s big hands settle on my hips and he turns me to face the table. But keeps me in his lap.

Jackson doesn’t say anything. His gaze settles on my breasts, and my nipples tighten just from himlookingat them.

He shuffles and deals without looking at the cards once.

Wyatt can obviously see my cards as I pick them up, but I don’t care.

Wyatt is down to his boxers and I can feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against my ass. Jackson is also now down to boxers only, though I can’t see him beyond the edge of the table.

Still, from the mid-ab area and up, he’s gorgeous. Smooth medium brown skin stretching over lean muscles that flex as he arranges his cards. He’s not as muscular as Wyatt and Luke, but he’s still in very good shape. His shoulders, chest, and abs are well defined, and I want to run my tongue over all of them. Then there’s his thick, short, curly black hair, his big brown eyes, those lips that I now know are soft, but firm and that I want to feel on so many more parts of my body…

“Brooke,” Wyatt says, squeezing my hip. “Your bid.”

“All in,” I say, not even looking at my cards. I could have a royal flush, and I don’t care.

They both give dark, low chuckles.

“What’s all in mean to you, sweetheart?” Jackson asks, running the tip of his index finger over the tops of his cards.

“That if I lose this hand, the winner takes me upstairs and gets all the kissing and touching he wants for however long he wants,” I say, shocking myself.

The two men at the table both seem to freeze.

“Goddammit.”

We all turn toward the muttered curse from the living room area.

Luke has sprung up from his chair and is stomping toward the front door.

“Luke?” Wyatt calls.

“Going for a walk,” is his terse response. He jerks his coat from the hooks by the door and yanks the door open, slamming it behind him.

O-k-a-y.

“He’s just—” Wyatt starts.

“It’s okay,” I tell him quickly. “What’s in your hand?”

I’m not worried about Luke. This is his decision. He could stay. He knowsIwould be fine with it. This is his choice. If he’s all wound-up and upset, that’s on him.

Wyatt lays down two pair.

Jackson lays down a flush.

“Okay, then.” Wyatt’s hands settle on my waist and he squeezes. Then I feel him kiss the back of my head. “Have fun, you two.”

He nudges me up from his lap and toward Jackson.

This is… strange. And exciting. Andgod, I want this.

I really like Wyatt. So much. Last night was amazing. But I also want Jackson so much. I know so many people would judge me for what’s about to happen. A week ago,Imight have judged me for what is about to happen. But these two guys aren’t judging. And no one’s getting hurt here. We’re all consenting adults. We all know exactly what’s happening.

So I take one step toward Jackson. “You’re the winner,” I tell him softly.

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