no way she was this good. Beginner’s luck notwithstanding.
She shot me a smile, red brushing her cheeks.
“How many hands is this that’s she’s won?” Tove asked, a look of disgust on his face. “Fifteen?”
“Seventeen,” Thane said.
She bounced in her chair, a little butt wiggle thing that was driving me to distraction with how it made her tits jiggle under her shirt. I was going to need another fucking cold shower before I could get to bed. And jerking off in the cold water was my least favorite of all jerk sessions.
But I wouldn’t wipe the smile off her face for anything in the world. Even calling her a cheater. Which I’m ninety-nine percent sure she is. She’s either cheating or been playing for a lot longer than a couple hours.
“Maybe we should play for stakes,” Tove said. “We’re all losing right now anyway.”
“I don’t have any crops to play with,” Sweetcheeks said.
“I’d take your chit,” Thane said.
“Or we could play strip poker,” I suggested.
The guys laughed.
“Yeah, because losing while you’re naked is so much more fun,” Tove joked.
Hollyn’s mouth dropped open. “You guys play for clothes?” She looked down at her body. “But I’m only wearing a shirt and shorts…which are weirdly called boxers. They aren’t boxes, they’re material. So I’m a little stumped on that one, but there you go.”
“We’re only wearing shirts, pants, and underwear. It would be pretty even,” I said. “Are you scared you’re going to start losing?” I cocked one brow up.
She pursed her lips, lifted her chin. “I’m in.” She pushed all the chips back into the middle of the table without looking away from me.
My body tightened.
Thane dealt the cards.
I got a three of hearts and a six of clubs. Depending on the flop, turn, and river, I might have a fucking chance. I needed to see her skin again. Almost like it was a drug inside me, I yearned for it. Needed to touch it. Taste it.
I watched Sweetcheeks, studied her behavior. There was no single thing that gave her away. She was flighty and talkative. Bounced around her end of the table like she had ants in her pants. But she won every freaking time.
“Here’s the flop,” Thane said. He laid down a six of spades, a ten of diamonds, and a three of diamonds.
“I raise.” I threw in a black chip.
Sweetcheeks smiled sweetly at me as Tove called.
Sweetcheeks raised again. “Two hundred.”
Thane called. “Flop.” He dealt out a single card. Queen of clubs.
Shit. Two sets of pairs. I needed another three or a six. A three or a six were all that stood in the way of me feasting my eyes on Sweetcheeks’ flesh.
Another round of betting. Everyone called.
“And the river,” Thane said as he turned over the remaining card. Three of clubs.
“All in,” I said, shoving my whole pile of chips into the middle of the table.
“I’m out,” Tove called.
“Stretch? Betting’s to you,” Thane said.
She was watching me, one of her brows raised in challenge. “Call.”
I almost nutted right then and there. Her confidence and inner spirit was sexy as fucking hell.
Thane threw his cards down. “I’m out. Well, instead of eye-fucking each other, flip your cards, you heathens.”
I snorted and flipped my cards over. “Full house, sixes over threes.”
Sweetcheeks’ cheeks went pale. “But…but wait. That’s…” she shook her head, “dang it.” She turned her cards over. She had the nine of diamonds and the Jack of hearts.
“Lose the shirt, sweetcheeks,” I said. I could feel the breath backing up in my lungs at the idea of having all of her glorious skin on display once again.
In one smooth motion, she was topless. She exhaled as if she’d just thrown off a ruck vest at the end of a long run. “That’s so much better. When we go shopping, can I get dresses? We used to wear bags if we had to leave the Valley. They were itchy, but they at least allowed the air to get to my skin.”
My brothers and I nodded. I personally wasn’t really paying attention to anything but how her skin glowed under the overhead lights. Next time I got my hands on her, we were keeping all of the lights on. I wanted to see her skin pinken with each spank. To see the stripes from the flogger on her back.
“And once again, my boobies can’t talk to you. Up here guys.” She was moving her hands, but I was too focused on something—make that somethings—else.
“Grumpy, it’s your deal. Thane, you shuffle.”
It took