Page 127 of Pucking Sweet

“Come on, Popsicle,” Lukas says, cupping my cheek. “We promise we’ll behave.”

Colton steps in at my back, his hands smoothing over my hips. “You’re overthinking this,” he says in my ear. “I can hear your brain ticking like a bomb.”

“And I think you’re both underthinking it,” I say, fighting the urge to melt against him.

“We’ve thought it through plenty,” he replies, his hands slipping under the beaded fringe on my top. “We’re on the same page now, Poppy. We know what we want.”

Lukas nods, his gaze heated as he watches Colton touch me. Oh god, why does he look so turned on? Both of them are touching me, and I can’t think. Lukas grins, brushing his fingers through my hair. “Come on, baby. Let us show you what good teamwork looks like.”

Colton’s lips brush the shell of my ear. “Play with us.”

Heart in my throat, I nod. “Okay.”

Lukas’s face lights up. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

With that one little word, Colton lowers his face to my neck on a grateful groan, breathing me in like I know he’s been dying to do since the moment I stepped into this bar. His hands hold possessively to my hips.

“Yes,” I say again, arching my neck into the fevered press of his lips. “Play with me. Please.”

Lukas silences my plea with a kiss. Then I’m free-falling into a new world of sensation as two beautiful men kiss me. My body is a live wire. I’m humming with aching need, lost in the feel of their lips and hands on me, warm bodies pressing in.

We’re all trembling as we pull apart. Lukas recovers first. He gives one more glance to the bingo card before he’s dropping my hand. “Right. Coley, trade tops with Poppy.”

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Idon’t even get to voice my concern before Colton strips his shirt off in the middle of the bar to the wild cheers of the crowd. Laughing, he twirls it around his head. Then he’s handing it over to me, stealing a kiss as he does.

Lukas is right behind me, his hand on my hip. They’re comfortable together. They’re excited. God help me, I think they really want this. They want to share me. Heart on fire, I tip up on my toes and brush a quick kiss to Colton’s lips. Arching back, I steal one from Lukas too, ignoring the wolf whistles and surprised squeals. “Right,” I say. “Let’s win this stupid thing.”

“That’s my girl,” Lukas says. “Someone get us a pen,” he shouts down the bar.

I tug Colton’s old Winter Classic tee on over my head. It’s still warm, hanging on me like a dress. I stretch my arms around my back inside the shirt to unhook my bra top. Once it’s loose, I stuff my arms through the T-shirt holes and pull my top out through the neck. Grinning, I hand it over to Colton.

Everyone in the bar watches as he receives it gallantly, slipping the halter on over his neck. The bachelorette party goes wild as he does a little shimmy, the shiny pink beads glinting in the bar lights. The top is practically a necklace on him. “That’s one,” he calls out to more cheers.

“Come here, Popsicle.” Lukas turns me around and holds out a pen. “Draw a dick on me.”

“What?”

“That’s the next easiest one in the row,” he explains, tapping the bingo square. “Look, it says ‘draw a penis on someone.’ Well, I’m someone. So, draw.”

Smiling, I take the pen. “I’m not much of an artist,” I warn.

“I don’t think that matters in this game,” Colton says at my back. He slips his hands up under his shirt, palming my bare skin. Every touch sets me aflame.

I fight a shiver, searching Lukas’s colorful ink. He’s got so many large pieces, and they all connect—a reaper crowned in flowers, a dagger piercing a heart, an inky black scorpion. “There’s no spot for it,” I say, twisting his arm around.

“Do it over here.” He lifts his other arm and taps on a blank space on the outside of his forearm alongside an Anubis figure.

With very poor precision, I freehand a cock and balls, even adding a few sprinkles to the ball sac for cartoonish hair. “There,” I say, capping the pen. “I think I did at least as well as a twelve-year-old boy.”

They both laugh, and I toss the pen down on the bar. “That’s two,” I call out.

The bachelorette girls cheer some more.

“Yeah, Poppy!”

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