27. Wren
WREN
Strip poker with the Wilder brothers.
Something tells me it’s going to go far beyond simply taking off clothes … and that I’m going to love every minute, whether I win or lose.
The first several hands of five-card draw are about clothing, as if this is a civilized game. Cade wins twice and asks me to take off my slippers and socks. When I win, I go straight for his shirt.
Rhett wins and orders me to take off the sweatshirt I’m wearing, then he and his brothers lose the next several hands because they’re too preoccupied by me sitting there in a thin green tank top with no bra under it.
“You three are terrible at this,” I tell them.
Boone gives me one of his wicked grins. “Darlin’, we’re excellent at this. Poker’s just not the game we’re focused on anymore.”
I make Rhett and Cade take their boots off, and Rhett and Boone take their shirts off, but unfortunately, Rhett has a t-shirt under his flannel.
When Boone wins, he tells Rhett to take the t-shirt off because he doesn’t want him to be the only brother who isn’t shirtless.
“What a waste of a win,” Rhett grumbles.
Cade catches me bluffing, and when he wins, he scoots his chair back and pats his knee. “Come here.”
I swallow and get to my feet as all three brothers watch my every move.
Rhett and Boone glance at Cade a couple of times, like they’re surprised that he’s the one taking the game to a new level, but mostly their eyes track the way my shirt clings to my breasts as I walk barefoot to their brother.
The room is warm, but my nipples start to get hard from anticipation, and the men’s expressions tell me they notice that, too.
When I stand in front of Cade, not sure what he wants, he sets his hands on my hips and steers me to straddle his legs, facing him.
His eyes dip to my chest as I settle myself onto his lap, and my nipples go fully hard. I want to wrap my hands around his neck and devour him, but I wait to find out what he wants as his prize.
“Kiss me,” he says, sounding more like Rhett than he ever has. Cade rarely asks for anything, and when he does, he doesn’t usually sound so demanding.
Of course, he knows I can refuse, but I hope he also knows there’s no way I ever would.
I put one hand on his shoulder and lean in. The kiss starts slow, but it doesn’t stay that way.
Cade’s hand closes at my hip, and his fingers dig into my flesh, giving me a glimpse of what’s behind his usual restraint. His mouth turns hungry and one of his hands slides under the back of my shirt, his fingers rough on my bare skin.
I arch into him, pressing my breasts against his chest as I match the pace of his kiss and tangle my fingers into the hair just above his neck. I shift my hips to get closer and feel the shape of his erection between my legs.
The fire makes a loud snap, and it’s enough to pull me back into the room and keep me from getting carried away. We’re playing poker, and Cade just won a hand, but there’s more game to be played.
I pull away, stroking a thumb over Cade’s bottom lip, gratified that he looks a little wrecked. When I get up and return to my seat, Rhett’s holding the deck like he’s forgotten how to shuffle, and Boone’s mouth is hanging open.
As I sit licking my swollen lips, the play turns fierce, with each of the brothers determined to win the next hand.
Rhett takes it, then looks at me speculatively. I slide a hand under the strap of my top and toy with it, effectively stretching the fabric tighter over my breast as I hold eye contact with Rhett, who’s gritting his teeth.
“Careful,” he says.
I tilt my head innocently. “With what?”
He glances around at his brothers before looking back at me. “Teasing men who are already hanging on by a thread.”
I shrug, unintentionally making my breasts jiggle, and Boone groans.
Rhett just keeps staring, thinking, making me nervous in a delicious way. Finally, he says, “Touch yourself.”
I’ve been tormenting them, but his command makes me suddenly self-conscious. What exactly does he want me to do?
Since he’s not specific, I decide to keep teasing him.
With my eyes pinned to Rhett’s, I bring a hand to my chest and lightly pinch one of my pebbled nipples.
I toy with it through my shirt, making sure they can see everything.
I cup my breast and nearly lift it above my neckline, but then I let it bounce back into place, and three men mutter curses.
When Boone shoots Rhett a look that I’m not sure is gratitude or irritation for making this request of me, I slide a hand beneath the table, to where my pussy is already sensitive and needy.
I intend to exaggerate my facial expressions, but I don’t need to, because with a single touch, I’m already tormenting myself.
I’m wet and ready for them, and this game is turning into sweet torture.
I wriggle in my seat and let out a moan that’s unintentional, and Boone looks like he’s about to crawl across the table to get to me.
I set my hands back on the table and smile sweetly at Rhett. “That felt good.”
He growls at me.
I win the next hand and deviously ask Boone to come over and give me a shoulder massage. There’s a noticeable bulge in his jeans when he does.
As he presses his strong hands into my shoulders, I close my eyes and arch into the massage, pressing my chest out. I can’t believe they’ve let me keep my shirt on this long.
I moan for the men’s benefit, though Boone’s hands do feel wonderful.
He teases me right back by letting his fingers roam lower than they should. Twice, he grazes over my nipples, and when I moan then, it’s real.
When I open my eyes, Cade is swiping a hand over his mouth, and Rhett looks like he’s about to snap a chunk off the edge of the table.
After sliding his thumbs up the column of my neck, Boone presses a kiss there, then returns to his seat.
Rhett pins me with a dark look. “You’re going to pay for that one, Red.”
“Only if you win,” I say.