Page 52 of Retaliation
“What? I know Dev does. Dark-gray, feathered wings, kind of like an angel. You both have wings. So, does Andras have them too? Some kind of cool kid club thing?”
Levi barked a laugh. “Yeah, diabla. Something like that. Why do you have wings?”
I shrugged. “Thought they’d look cool.”
Ty growled. “No lying, pet. Or we might have to chain you up again.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know why I got them. I woke up from a bunch of weird dreams and knew I needed them.”
I studied the table for a minute, deciding what shot to take next and ignoring the heavy silence that followed my admission. There were only a few balls left. I could have both boys naked in three shots. Then a final shot to win. I picked up my martini glass and downed the delicious, cold liquor. I popped another olive in my mouth. I took all three shots in quick succession, then turned to my captors. Ty looked ready to murder someone, and Levi looked ready to fuck me.
“I think it’s time for you to strip, boys,” I said with a smile.
Levi dropped his pants and boxers at the same time, and I choked on my fucking spit. He was fucking huge, not incredibly long, but thick with a full head dripping a bead of pre-cum. I bit my lip, avoiding meeting his eyes as I turned to Ty. He smirked at me before dropping his black boxer briefs to the floor. His dick was not only massive, but tatted and pierced at the head too. My overeager curiosity wanted to find out more about those tattoos. Ty’s hand moved to his dick, stroking it, and my eyes shot up to meet his.
“Enjoying the show, pet?” Ty’s voice was rough with desire.
I swallowed, not trusting my own voice. I cleared my throat and turned back to the table, lining up the final shot. Ty casually walked toward the end of the table, making sure his hard fucking cock was on display for me. I wondered what it would be like to fuck a pierced cock. I leaned down for my shot, only to feel Levi pressing up behind me, his dick rubbing into my ass.
I wiggled, making him groan. “Back up, boy. You’re cheating.”
Levi smacked my ass and moved back a step. I still had Ty’s sexy as fuck nakedness to contend with, but I was getting out of this house tonight, so I had to win this fucking game.
“Corner pocket.”
I trained my eyes on the eight ball, ignoring Ty’s edible abs and focussing on my shot. I took a breath and snapped the stick into the cue ball. It hit the black ball perfectly and stopped just as the final ball rolled into the corner pocket.
Fuck. Yes. I stood up with a grin. “Looks like we’re going to the club tonight, boys.”
Levi pouted. “I still want a kiss.”
I snorted. “You didn’t win shit.”
Ty slammed his fist on the table’s edge. “One more round?”
I couldn’t resist the challenge. “Fine. Someone else fix my drink. I’m milking this fucking win like a queen.”
I slipped my discarded clothes back on and hopped into a bar stool along the wall to wait for them to return with fresh cocktails.
Ty only put his boxers and sweatpants back on, as did Levi. I drank in the beauty of their muscles and tattoos rippling as they walked. Levi passed me the martini, and I sipped it, needing the cold liquid to douse the heat building between my legs.
“Getting cocky, boys? No shirts? Even after you lost so spectacularly?” I smirked.
Ty grinned, and the look was frightening. I was certain lesser men would piss themselves after being on the receiving end of that look, but I just grinned right back.
“My turn to play, pet.”
Shit. Levi laughed, and Ty rearranged the balls, breaking and scoring two. He quickly forced me back into boxers and a tank. Levi was now back in boxers as well. Ty finally missed a shot, and I took my turn. Ty left a shit table, and I missed the shot. I pulled my hair from my scrunchie and decided that counted as clothing. Levi laughed, and Ty shrugged, the cocky asshole prepared to win.
His next two shots went in, Levi lost his boxers to me, and then I lost my top to Levi. My hair was long enough to cover my breasts, but both men drank in my mostly naked body like it was liquid gold. My skin heated under their constant attention, and I kept my thighs firmly clenched.
Ty grinned. “You’re squirming an awful lot, pet.”
I leaned down on the table, and his eyes drifted as he shot, missing the ball.
“Fuck,” he growled in frustration.
I sauntered toward him, taking the stick. “Boxers, now.”
