65. Gabriel
Neomi shuffles the deck as we sit at the small table just off the kitchen. I have a glass of whiskey, Lars poured himself a scotch and Neomi chose red wine.
Did I wear as few items of clothing as possible this evening? Yes.
All I have on is a T-shirt, my jeans, and my loafers. Socks and boxers be damned.
I’ve fucked my own hand far too many times since the night we simply slept together, thinking about Neomi’s lips around my cock, how I would fuck Lars until he couldn’t speak or the thought of watching them making love.
My mind has run the gamut of positions and combinations we could be in.
So, tonight I wanted as little as possible between my dick and their bodies.
“Okay boys,” Neomi declares, dealing the cards across the table into our waiting hands.
“Five card draw, but let’s make it interesting.
Twos and Kings are wild, Aces can steal, and if you bluff and get caught, you lose two pieces instead of one.
The best hand wins, and you choose who suffers. Clothes only—at least for now.”
The pendant light above the table casts shadows across our faces and it reminds me of a seedy backroom poker game.
“I feel like we should be smoking cigars.” Lars smirks.
“Right?” I blurt out. “Neomi, you should be wearing one of those hideous plastic dealer visors.”
“Maybe next time. That would just add an article of clothing you gentleman would need to win off me.”
Lars picks up his hand, arranging the cards and placing two face down in front of him. “You’re right, save it for next time. I want you naked as soon as possible, Bella.”
His voice is laced with amusement, and Neomi’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of light pink.
“Lars, you and I should work together to end this game as quickly as possible.”
Neomi huffs out a breath. “No colluding. I want to win fair and square.”
I take a sip of my whiskey and draw three cards, letting my gaze drag slowly over her as I settle back in my chair.
“Be ready to lose those tiny shorts first, Siren. I want that pretty pussy on display as I play.”
Neomi’s lips part just slightly, her tongue darting out to wet them like she’s already imagining it. “Big talk for a man who hasn’t even shown me his cards yet,” she says, arching one brow as she fans her hand out in front of her. “Put up or shut up.”
My grip tightens around my cards. “Careful, Siren,” I murmur. “You keep talking like that, I might decide to lose on purpose just to see what you’d do with it.”
Her cheeks flush deeper, but she doesn’t look away. “You don’t strike me as the type who likes to lose.”
“No,” Lars cuts in smoothly, setting his cards down. “He doesn’t.”
There’s something knowing in his tone that makes the air shift.
Neomi straightens, glancing between us like she can feel it too. “Alright,” she says, clearing her throat as she lays her cards down. “Let’s see what we’re working with.”
Lars reveals his hand first, calm and confident as always. “Three of a kind,” he says, tapping the table once.
“Not bad,” Neomi replies, but there’s a glint in her eye as she sets her own cards down. “Full house.”
Lars exhales a soft curse under his breath, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Of course you beat me.”
I don’t say anything. I just place my cards down one by one.
Four of a kind.
They’re both silent.
Neomi leans forward, staring at the table, then back at me. “You’ve got to be kidding.”
I shrug, taking another sip from my glass. “I might not be good, but I’m lucky.”
Lars huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as he leans back in his chair. “I should’ve known.”
Neomi’s gaze drifts over me slowly now, more aware. “Alright,” she says, her voice dipping just enough to make the words feel heavier. “Winner picks.”
My attention locks on her fully. The room feels smaller and I can feel the heat building around us.
“You,” I say, not breaking eye contact. “Give me those shorts.”
Her breath catches, barely audible, but then I see the way her chest rises just a little quicker, the way her thighs press together for a second before she forces herself to move.
“Bold choice,” she murmurs.
“Very,” I reply.
Slowly—far slower than necessary—she stands from the table.
Neither of us looks away as her fingers hook into the waistband of her shorts, pausing just long enough to make the moment stretch. She pushes the fabric down inch by inch, the movement unhurried. The soft slide of denim over her hips feels louder than it should in the quiet room.
I shift in my chair, and my eyes take in every inch as her skin is revealed. She steps out of them, letting them fall to the floor at her feet. Then she looks up.
“Happy?” she asks.
I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, my gaze dragging over her slowly before meeting her eyes again.
“Not even close,” I say.
Beside me, Lars exhales, his hand tightening around his glass as he watches her.
“Deal again,” he says quietly.
Neomi gathers the cards, her movements slower now, more aware of the way both of us are watching her. The energy at the table has shifted—less playful, more charged, every glance lingering a second too long.
She shuffles with practiced ease, the soft snap of the cards the only sound in the room before she deals again.
“Try to keep up this time,” she teases, sliding the last card toward Lars.
“Yes ma’am,” he replies, picking up his hand.
I lean back, one ankle crossing over my knee as I study my cards, then flick my gaze toward him. His expression is calm, unreadable—but I know him well enough now to recognize the focus settling in.
I lay two cards down on the table in front of me. “Draw.”
Neomi smirks. “Getting nervous, Gabriel?”
“Not even a little,” I reply, taking my replacements, letting my fingers brush hers for just a second longer than necessary.
Lars sets one card down. “One.”
“Conservative,” Neomi murmurs, placing her own. “I’ll take two.”
The silence stretches as we all look at our hands, the tension building in a way that feels heavier than any noise.
“Alright,” she says finally, sitting back. “Let’s see it.”
I lay mine down first. Two pair.
Not bad—but not good enough.
Neomi follows, a slow smile curving her lips as she reveals three of a kind. “Better.”
Lars doesn’t react right away. He just sets his cards down, one at a time. A full house.
“Looks like I’m the winner,” he says, his gaze already shifting to me.
I huff out a breath, running a hand through my hair. “What are the odds?”
Lars leans back in his chair, one arm draped casually over the back, completely at ease in a way that makes the moment feel even more dangerous.
“Gabriel,” he says, his voice low, measured. “Stand up.”
It’s not a suggestion.
I hold his gaze for a second, then push to my feet slowly, setting my glass down on the table. Neomi’s eyes track the movement, her lips parting as she shifts in her seat, clearly not as neutral as she’s trying to appear.
Lars’s eyes drag over me, taking his time, assessing like he’s deciding exactly how he wants this to go.
Then he gestures lazily toward my waist.
“Your pants,” he says.
Neomi lets out a quiet breath, somewhere between surprise and anticipation.
I raise a brow. “Straight for the kill?”
He smirks. “You said you wanted as little as possible between you and us.”
Fair.
I undo my belt, lower the zipper to free my cock and push my jeans to the floor. I step out of them and keep my eyes on Lars as he licks his lower lip. Neomi shifts forward slightly, her attention locked on me now, no pretense left in it.
The game has changed. And we all feel it.
Neomi exhales softly, her voice quieter now, less teasing. “Well…that escalated quickly.”
Lars doesn’t take his eyes off me. “We’re just getting started.”
His hand reaches for the deck again, and I return to my chair.
“Next hand,” he says, glancing between us, control settling back into his posture. “Let’s see who loses next.”
I lost all my clothes in the first twenty minutes.
Now, I’m sitting with my drink, completely naked, watching the two most beautiful people trade trash talk and wins. Neomi sits with one sock on, otherwise naked, and Lars is playing to keep his last article of clothing—a fitted, white, ribbed tank stretched across his torso.
Neomi begins to shuffle to deal the final hand, but I want to up the ante.
“Before you two play that hand, I suggest a new rule.”
They both look at me, and Neomi’s eyebrow quirks. “And what exactly are you suggesting, Gabriel?”
I lean forward. “You both can lose your last piece of clothing now, and the winner gets to suck my cock.”
Lars’ lips form a mischievous smile as his hands move to the hem of his tank and he takes it off, throwing it to the floor with the rest of his clothes.
“I’m in.”
I turn toward Neomi beside me. Almost arrogantly, I lean back in my chair and part my legs, my now hardening dick on display. Her eyes trail down my chest to my length. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she bends to tug her single sock off her foot.
“Good girl. Now, let’s decide a winner.”
The cards are dealt and they both take three cards.
“All right, Bella, what do you have?” Lars peers over his cards.
Her shoulders slump. “A pair of Jacks.”
Lars rises from his chair. His eyes are intense as he lays down his cards. “Two pair. Guess I’m the winner.”
He rounds the table, and I push my chair back to give him room.
“On your knees, Lars.”
His eyes spark at the command and he drops. I take my cock in my fist as his hands trail up my thighs. I begin long strokes as he tilts his head and sucks one of my balls into his mouth.
“Fuck, Lars.”
I grip my cock tighter and run my hand up until a bead of precum forms on the tip.
“Neomi, bring me your lips,” I demand, swiping away the moisture with my fingertip.
In her chair, she leans over Lars and I extend my arm until my fingers reach her mouth. First, I coat her bottom lip, then when she opens for me, I place my fingers on her tongue.
“Suck, Siren.”
When her cheeks hollow out, my dick twitches.
I cover Lars’ hand on my thigh with mine and guide it to my length.
When his hand wraps around me and he covers the tip with his mouth, my head tilts back and my eyes flutter shut.
His mouth glides over my length and the sensation of the two of them is almost overwhelming.
One sucking my fingers and the other sucking my dick has me lightheaded and wanting more.
Neomi places her hand on my wrist, pulling my digits from her mouth. Then, with lustful, seductive eyes, she darts out her tongue and licks the length of them, circling the tips when she reaches the top.
“Christ, you’re going to kill me, Siren.”
My words are loud and rough as Lars mimics the action. Tongue flat against the underside of my cock, then making wet, lazy circles around the head. The two of them repeat the action and hell, I might die right here.
“You two aren’t playing fair. I would almost think you were colluding against me.”
Neomi hums. “I haven’t seen you come in days, Gabriel. Maybe I’m greedy, but I want to see you lose control.”
Lars’ head begins to bob, sucking harder as I hit the back of his throat.
I thread the fingers of my free hand into his hair.
First, it’s just for contact, wanting a tether to him, but then as he continues to suck, his spit dripping down my cock, I grip his hair and begin to guide him.
I increase the speed of his motions, savoring the occasional muffled gag.
“Look at you, Lars. Such a good fucking boy, taking my cock in your throat. Are you going to make me come?”
He nods and hums a response. The sound that vibrates from his mouth is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“Neomi, on your knees. Don’t touch us, please.”
Neomi sinks to the floor, inches from Lars. I can feel my balls tighten and the energy coiling low. I pull Lars’ hair to tug him off and stand from the chair. I lean down, placing a soft kiss on his pink, swollen lips then I rise to my full height.
“Spit on it, Lars, get it wet for me.”
He does and I use his spit to coat my dick and begin frantic tugs. The need to come is a desperate flame in my veins.
“Open for me, Lars. I want to come on that pretty tongue.”
He licks his lips before his mouth opens. His eyes look up at me with a wanton gaze, and it only takes two more strokes until I’m coming. Every muscle in my body tenses as hot, white ropes of cum pool on his tongue.
“Fuck, yes,” I grit out. “Don’t you dare fucking swallow it.”
My hips jerk forward through the last two waves of my orgasm, and I place a gentle hand at Neomi’s jaw, guiding her to him.
“Be a good boy, Lars, and share.”
I watch as he cups her cheek and tilts her head before their lips meet. An intense rush of possession courses through me when I see his tongue pass the threshold of her lips and he feeds her my cum. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, so raw, so mine.
Neomi moans as they share my release and my cock is already thickening again.
“Bedroom. Now.”