Page 14 of The Shared Game

“Me too. Damn, Aaron. I didn’t know you had muscles like that. Where you been hiding them?” Aaron blushed under our combined attention but didn’t try to cover himself up.

“It looks like you’re no stranger to the gym, either.” He countered, putting his glasses back on and taking a moment to admire Kevin.

A voice in my head kept screaming, ‘This is it, it’s happening,’ while I did my best to appear aloof. I cursed the fact that I was wearing the tiniest pair of panties that were doing nothing to stem the deluge of arousal leaking from me, but I would be glad of them when it came my turn to take something off. Small, lacy, and black, they disappeared between my cheeks and were sure to work the boys up into a state more than my big knickers or period pants.

“Another round? Care to keep pushing your luck?” I took their cards back and began shuffling again.

“I’m not stopping until you’ve taken something off!” Kevin kicked back and shook his head. It was clear he was much more confident being naked than Aaron, despite being the smaller of them.

“Unless she’s stacking the deck.” It was Aaron’s turn to level the accusation.

“What? I don’t even know how to do that!” I shook my head and gave the cards a quick riffle.

I dealt the next three with added force, spinning them into the sides of the table.

“I’m looking this time.” Kevin picked his card up.

“Me too.”

I hadn’t checked mine, but judging by both their expressions, they hadn’t been dealt what they hoped.

“Want to take it in turns? I’ll go first.” I said a small prayer to the gods of fate and revealed my card—an ace.

“Are we saying they’re high or low?” Aaron asked.

“They’re high. They’re always high in a game like this.” I didn’t hesitate with my reply. I was safe again, and things were about to get seriously interesting.

“Fine.” Kevin tossed his card back without revealing it. Aaron followed suit.

“Time to lose some more. And don’t be afraid to make a show of it this time!” I clapped louder as they both stood up, ready to give me my own private little striptease.

Aaron was apprehensive. Kevin was disappointed that I hadn’t taken anything off yet, but conceded his loss. He held my gaze as he stood, his hands on his belt buckle, ready.

I leaned back, not giving an inch or anything away while he made short work of his belt and then his zipper.

“Enjoying the show?” His cocky drawl sent waves of arousal through me. I nodded, but said nothing.

He pulled his jeans off with a flourish, not remotely stumbling or anything: just pure confidence, pure showmanship. I doubted the same would be true of Aaron.

I turned my attention to him; he was still fumbling with his belt and looking at Kevin to lead the way.

“You’ve got this, mate. Just whip ‘em off, and we’ll get her next round. No one’s that lucky.”

I gave him a look that said, ‘yeah, this bitch is,’ but didn’t turn away from Aaron for too long. It was too much fun watching him awkwardly struggle to take his clothes off under our combined gazes.

While Kevin’s confidence gave me butterflies, Aaron’s geeky awkwardness did the same. His genuine, authentic self was something that I wasn’t prepared for, and it disarmed me how horny it was making me. I wouldn’t like to have to choose between them right now, but if I did, Aaron was in the lead by a hair.

“There. We’re both down to our pants, and you haven’t taken off a thing. Happy?”

“So far.” I checked out their legs. Just as muscular as the top half, and just as enticing. There was something about a man with thick, well-built thighs that made me weak, and Aaron had that physique and more.

My heart pounded as I imagined where this was all leading. Two hot, muscular guys in their underwear, and me, ready to jump both of them. It was the most exciting thing to happen to me since I broke up with my husband. Hell, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me.

“I’m dealing this time. Give me those cards.” I handed them over without question, steeling myself to take something off. He was right; no one was lucky enough to win four times in a row.

He shuffled long enough that Aaron gave him an eyebrow raise. “What? I’m making sure whatever she’s done to the cards is gone.” He replied without a hint of irony.

I rolled my eyes. “C’mon, deal. I’m eager to see what you boys are packing.” The comment had a sleazy edge, nothing like how I was day-to-day, but the more clothing they cast off, the braver I became.