Page 140 of Light My Fire

“What’s the paper say?” Wyatt asks.

“Shuffleboard. First cock in pussy,” Luke answers.

I had stupidly felt pretty dirty even writing those down and now I love that they’ve all read them, memorized them, and tucked them into their pockets.

“And you think you’re going to win that?” Wyatt asks.

“No question,” Luke tells him, still looking at me. “Even if that wasn’t the prize. But with those kinds of stakes, there’s no stopping me.”

I’m finding it a little hard to breathe.

This is probably the best idea I’ve ever had.

What woman doesn’t want to be fought over? And this is safe fighting. Fun. A way to let them all bethem, but acknowledge our relationship and prove we’re all winners here.

Jackson laughs. “The old man is the best one at shuffleboard. That tracks.”

Luke doesn’t look one bit bothered.

“Have you ever played tabletop shuffleboard?” Wyatt asks Luke.

He shrugs. “No. But I’ll be good at it.”

“So that’s your game?”

“No.”

“What do you mean?” Wyatt asks.

“I’ll be good at all the games,” Luke says easily. “I’ll be the one winningallof Brooke’s prizes.”

My body is hot, and the tingles have definitely increased. It doesn’t really matter who wins which game to me.I’mthe ultimate winner here because all of those things are happening to me by one of my guys.

Wyatt shrugs out of his jacket. “Let’s go. Foosball first.”

I laugh as I watch them head for the game tables, then turn back to my bartender friend. “We’re going to need some food and drinks.”

She nods and hands me a menu. I place an order for a few appetizers and beer I think they’ll like. And another chocolatecinnamon martini. She says she’ll bring it all over when it’s ready.

Then I go join my boyfriends.

Wyatt and Jackson are already in the midst of a high energy foosball game, trash talking each other, and laughing.

My heart expands watching them. They’re so much fun. Jackson is more energetic. Wyatt is steady, more intense, but loves to smile and play. I round the table to where Luke is sitting at a high top table, observing.

“We flipped a coin to see who played first. I play the winner of this game,” he says, pulling me between his knees, so my back is resting against him and I can watch the game.

“So you already lost something,” I tease.

His hands rest, big and hot, on my belly. “No way. I have to be in the final round to be thebigwinner.”

He’s got a point.

I can feel the hardness behind his zipper against my back. I press into him. He puts his mouth against my ear. “It’s going to be like that all night? You being a fucking flirt? Driving us all crazy?”

I nod. “I did bring you here with the specific goal of making you compete for me.”

His hold on me tightens. “That’s naughty. And sexy as fuck. And very fun.”

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