Page 98 of Four More The Merrier

Lyle grins and rubs his shaved head as if it's a crystal ball. "Forty-two."

I slide off my pants, standing in just my underwear now. "Nice try."

"Jarron, you're next."

Jarron crosses his arms over his broad chest, tilting his head as if deep in thought. "Sixty-nine," he says with a cocky grin.

I unhook my bra and toss it aside, feeling their eyes on me like a physical touch. "Not even close."

"Beau baby, last but not least," I purr.

Beau's gaze locks with mine, his face serious as he thinks it over. "75," he finally says with a grin that makes me roll my eyes.

"Classy." I laugh, shaking my head as I take a step back to consider their guesses.

I point at Lyle. "Closest without going over."

Lyle's face lights up like a Christmas tree as he stands and steps forward to take my hand.

The other three groan in unison.

"You've gotta be kidding me," Jarron mutters.

"I call for a recount," Austen grumbles.

Beau just shakes his head but manages a smile for Lyle. "Go get 'em, tiger."

Ignoring their complaints, I lead Lyle to the bed. He follows eagerly, practically vibrating with excitement.

I glance back at the others over my shoulder as we reach the bed. "Better luck next time, boys."

Lyle sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me into his lap, hands wandering over my bare skin as he kisses me hungrily.

"You're so beautiful Mama," he murmurs between kisses.

"Shut up and kiss me," I whisper back.

The other three are still grumbling but come in sit down to watch.

"Let's get ready to ruuumbbllle!" Austen shouts.

The room fills with low laughter and playful banter as they try to hide their disappointment behind jokes and teasing.

Lyle's hands are everywhere—soft but insistent—and it's all I can do not to melt right there in his arms. The heat of his body against mine is intoxicating; every touch ignites sparks along my skin.

This is going to be one hell of a… long… night.

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