Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,31

the whole thing was permissible. After all, we were stripping our clothes off for each other.

“You gonna go,” Senan prodded me. “Or…”

I folded my pair of threes on the turn, then watched the guys go at each other for the final card. The river was pulled, and Ander won the hand. He very promptly counted out three hundred dollars’ worth of chips and nodded my way.

“Let’s see em’.”

A thrill of exhilaration shot through me as I reached back and unclasped my bra. I paused dramatically, letting the fabric hang over my breasts for an extra moment or two before Senan finally reached in and did the honors.

And then suddenly that was it: I was sitting buck naked before three gorgeous men. On a whim I stood up for them and did a slow, deliberate turn.

“Holy fuck…” I heard Brett say.

As I turned my back on them, Ander whistled like a wolf. My skin felt flush as they devoured my body with their eyes. Even Senan, who’d experienced this all before, seemed lost in a trance.

“Well that’s it,” Ander lamented with a sigh. “Game over.”

I frowned immediately. “Why?”

“Because you’ve got nothing left to give up,” he smirked. “And we’re sure as hell not going to play to strip each other.”

“No,” laughed Senan, pushing his cards away. ‘We’re certainly not.”

I placed my hands on my hips, thinking about how fast the night had gone from simple to complicated. It was a good complicated, though.

“Well what if I offered something else?” I asked coyly.

For once the guys were finally speechless. They stared back at me as an idea formed in my head.

“Like what?” asked Ander.

My heart pounded as I stared back at these three perfect men. My skin felt like it was on fire.

“Well, maybe one of you should win the next hand,” I said, sitting back down in my spot. “And you’ll see.”

Twenty-Five

CHASTITY

The kisses were slow, searching, soulful… and oh so totally hot. For a minute or so they drowned out everything else: the clearing of the other guys’ throats, the shuffling of the cards…

But damn, I just couldn’t stop.

“Ten seconds left.”

Our lips still crashed against each other’s, our tongues swirling in slow, lazy circles. The hands on my hips were firm and wonderful. They held me squarely in my paramour’s mostly-naked lap, as I felt the rising bulge of something big and thick straining beneath me.

“Time’s up!”

Those hands finally released me, but not before sliding intentionally down my thighs. I broke the kiss, as my lids fluttered open. I was left staring into Brett’s crystal blue eyes, the both of us still lost in the same lust-fueled haze.

“Alright, I gotta admit,” breathed Ander. “That was definitely hot.”

I smiled dreamily on the way back to my seat. To my right Senan was watching me. Staring on with something that was half excitement, half approval. My eyes met his, and I asked a silent question.

You sure this is okay?

He smiled and sipped his beer, telling me all I needed to know. Trading kisses in lieu of clothing had been my own idea, of course. But actually making out with them… And doing it from the comfort of their own half-naked laps?

Well, that part had been suggested by them.

“My turn,” said Ander. He pushed half his chips forward and reached out for me. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“But we haven’t even played another hand,” I protested. “I thought—”

“Do we really need to?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, as the rest of the guys considered it. They had more than enough chips to buy kisses from me already. And I had enough chips to—

“Strip,” I said, pointing to my own colorful stacks.

“Who?” asked Brett.

I whirled on him and laughed. “Are you kidding? All of you.”

The guys stood, glanced at each other shyly, then shrugged. I gasped as they both dropped their boxers at the same time, as if on a dare. Everyone but Senan, anyway. He was watching the whole thing from his end of the table, his mouth set firmly in a half-grin.

“You alright with this?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Who, me?”

“Yes.”

Senan set down his empty bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of a big forearm. He looked at his friends, then back to me again.

“Yeah,” he said finally. “I’m just as good with it as you are.”

My eyes flared, my pulse pounding even faster as the last of the walls came down. I strutted over and straddled him as a reward. Sliding my arms over his shoulders I kissed him