brothers are so gaga over their women. Because they get this every day. Just holding her was incredible enough, but then she’d stirred from her sleep and drowsily laid her lips on mine before straddling my hardening cock and riding me in a daze of dreams and sunrise.
Christ … I was getting a boner just thinking about it.
I cover my lap as Bowen and Presley finally take their seats around the table, snacks in hand.
“All right, we’re playing stud poker, which means everyone is dealt five cards, and will try to work out the best hand they can from those. We’ll go around, placing bets, until someone folds because they’re a little bitch who can’t stand the heat.” Forrest describes the game in a crude manner, and Bowen rolls his eyes.
“Or because they can’t count, like me.” I lighten the mood with a little self-deprecation, if nothing else than to make the women feel better.
“If you have a question, don’t ask it. Loser has to jump in the lake in Bloomfield Park, naked.” Forrest finishes his lightning round of rules with a hand wave and then begins to deal.
“No, they don’t!” Lily protests, looking to Bowen for backup.
“I’ll take your loss if you lose.” Ryan leans over and rubs a hand over Lily’s arms. “I could use the dip anyway. It’s humid as hell here.”
And now I was definitely going to lose the poker game because I couldn’t stop picturing Ryan’s perfect tits and round, smooth ass dripping with lake water.
Everyone gets their cards, and the looks being exchanged around the table are comical. My brothers are eyeing their wives up, and the girls are trying to throw these tough expressions out there like that will help them win the game.
“Gah, I fold.” Lily immediately puts her cards down. “Y’all know I’m not a good liar.”
“Babe! You didn’t even let me see your hand to know if you had a good one!” Bowen laughs but then gives his wife a kiss on the forehead.
“So, who is going to quit while they’re ahead? Or, just give me all your money. You know you want to,” Forrest taunts.
Keaton throws in a one-dollar chip, while Forrest and Bowen throw in fivers, and Presley and Penelope match them. I put in a twenty-five-dollar chip, feeling pretty confident about my full house, and when it comes around to Ryan, she throws in a black hundred-dollar coin.
We’re not really playing for that much money, but we use the chips that came with the poker set Keaton bought. The highest we’ll go is a ten-dollar bet, which is what she just threw in.
Bowen snickers. “You sure about that?”
Ryan shrugs. “I just like the color black.”
We go around again, placing bets and trying to pull off our best poker faces. At the end of the first hand, it’s down to Ryan, Forrest, and me, with a sizable pot in the middle of the table.
“Lay down your guns, Ry. You don’t want this to get ugly,” Forrest tells her.
She’s either got a hell of a hand or has no idea what she’s doing. Either way, if my twin is throwing out black chips the way he is, he must have some good cards.
“I’m out.” I fold my cards and throw them down, not really caring that I just lost my “money.”
“All right, I’m all in.” Forrest winks a cocky eye at Ryan.
Her jet-black hair moves slightly around her shoulders as she cocks her head to the side. It catches the light and shines like a dark diamond in my direction, and I’m momentarily distracted.
“I’ll go all in, too.” She nods, and I can’t tell if she’s playing right into his hands or playing him.
Forrest looks like someone peed in his Cheerios but flourishes his cards on the table. “Four of a kind. Now give me my money.”
He begins to reach toward the middle of the table, but a tsk of Ryan’s tongue has him pausing, and all of us looking toward her.
“Straight flush. I think I won, didn’t I?”
The words come out of her mouth like she knew what she was doing this whole time and was playing us all with her dumb girl routine.
“She’s a goddamn hustler!” Forrest cries as Ryan rakes everyone’s chips across the table, smiling a devilish little grin.
Presley snickers. “Did I forget to mention that Ryan played in some pretty prominent amateur poker tournaments?”
Keaton raises an eyebrow at his wife. “Why yes, you did conveniently forget to mention that.”
“You’re a dirty little cheat.” The