Page 29 of The Christmas Exchange

“Sounds fair,” Julian murmured as he took the chalk from Miles and looked at me. “What do you say, sweetheart? Are you in?”

I was at a disadvantage. I was horrible at playing pool.

And they both knew it.

“I’m in.”

We started off the game with Julian breaking the balls. We weren’t playing in a conventional way. No one was stripes or solids since there were three of us. We were all just selecting random balls that we were able to sink into the nearest pocket. In a way, it was completely unfair, but I didn’t care. I knew I was going to lose.

And after Julian and Miles both made their first two shots and I forfeited both of mine, I knew I was really going to lose.

“You only have one forfeit left, sweets,” Miles said sweetly as he leaned over the table. “Red solid, left corner,” he claimed as he lined up his shot and took it.

I watched the ball coast across the surface of the table. “I’m well aware of that.”

“You’re going to lose,” Julian murmured as he brushed against my back and circled around the table. He selected a ball, called it and the corner, and made his shot.

It went in effortlessly.

My mouth was dry. “I’m also well aware of that.”

“If you want me to just put you on the table and fuck you now, you can say that, sweetheart,” Julian growled from where he was standing across the table from me. “We can stop wasting time playing this stupid game.”

“Hey,” Miles said with hurt in his tone. “You said you wanted to play.”

“Well, we’re not really playing if everyone’s making every single shot or forfeiting them, are we?”

I couldn’t stop the laughter as it spilled from my lips. “Do you hear yourself? Jesus, Julian. Throw a full-blown temper tantrum, why don’t you?”

“I’m not a patient man, Raegan.”

I leveled my gaze with him. “Well, that’s unfortunate.”

I weighed my options and looked at how the balls were aligned. If I hit the orange striped one properly, I could make it into the right pocket. If I missed, I’d have to do whatever they said. I announced the shot I was taking, ignoring Miles' gaze as his eyes widened.

I took my shot.

And I missed it.

Julian raised an eyebrow. “Well, that’s unfortunate,” he repeated the same words to me with a devious smirk.

Miles and Julian began to circle around the table, heading directly toward me. I watched Miles as he dropped his pool stick onto the table. Julian’s hand was still wrapped around his as he stalked toward me.

“What do I have to do?” I asked them, my voice barely audible.

Miles looked to Julian who nodded. “Do we have your consent, sweets?”

I gulped, turning my back to the table as they both stopped in front of me. “Yes.”

“Perfect,” Julian murmured as he stepped closer to me. His hands found my waist and he was pushing my sweater dress up to my waist before lifting me up onto the table. The cool air from around us skated across my bare ass. “Such a naughty girl, Raegan. You didn’t wear panties because you wanted us both to fuck you, huh?”

“Maybe,” I half panted as he splayed his palms along the inside of my thighs. He was slowly parting them while lowering himself to his knees. “What are you doing? I missed my shot, so I’m the one who’s supposed to do whatever you both say.”

Miles smirked as he climbed onto the table with me. Julian hooked his arms around my thighs, pulling me to the edge as Miles slid one hand around my back while the other slid around the side of my neck. “We both want you to lay back and let us take care of you.”

“What if someone hears us?”

Julian slid his tongue along my pussy, drawing a moan from me. He lifted his head, his gaze colliding with mine. “You’d better be quiet unless you want them to.”

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