Page 83 of Thin Ice

“Do you want to go next?” He holds out the dice for me.

“Go for it, Sunshine,” Noah urges.

“Alright, but I’ve done nothing shocking like have an orgy.”

Beck chuckles, and I take the dice, our hands brushing as I do. Heat blooms on my skin from just that small touch, and I have to silently compose myself before I roll.

“Looks like a four,” Noah announces.

Beck takes the paper from me, his eyes twinkling again after he reads the question.

“Oh no. I’m not sure I like that look.”

He sits up a little straighter and wiggles his eyebrows. It’s goofy, reminding me of the man I met at the bar the first night here.

“Say it,” I prod.

Beck looks at Noah with a boyish grin before he reads it to me. “Show us your favorite body part on your partner using only your mouth.”

“Body part?”

“That’s what it says.” He laughs.

“Okay, then.” I push off the couch and make my way over to Noah. He spreads his legs so I can stand between them, the corner of his lip twitching into a grin. I almost make a joke about him always thinking with his dick, but that’s not true. He’s also wrong about my favorite body part.

To tease him, I kneel between his parted thighs, the weight of Beck’s heated stare on my back. My skin prickles, and I drag my palms up Noah’s muscular thighs, pausing when I get to his groin. He bites his lower lip in anticipation, but instead of stopping, I keep going, dragging the material of his shirt up until I can see his abs.

His lower stomach contracts, muscles flexing. I lean forward, my breasts pressing into his growing erection. I glance up at him through my lashes to see his eyes are hooded, pupils expanding as he watches me.

I zero in on my favorite spot. It’s a little hard to get to with him seated, but I make do. Finding the V-line that makes up his Adonis belt, I lick it with my tongue.

Noah’s hand flies to my hair, his body twitching under my attention. I give the V one more lick and a tiny nip before I pull back. The evening just started, and I know if we go any further, the three of us will never get to know each other better.

I move further away and use Noah’s knees to help me stand, smirking down at him. His breathing is shorter, and his skin is flushed, an obvious bulge in his shorts.

I wink at him, walk back over to my spot on the couch, and look at Beck. His jaw is strained, and while his arousal isn’t as obvious as Noah’s is, I can see the beginnings of a bulge in his shorts as well.

Satisfied with myself and the pull I have over these men, I take the dice and push them across the table toward Noah.

It takes him a minute to compose himself, but eventually, he sits up, adjusting his dick before he grabs the dice. “That was insightful.”

I take a sip of my water. “Have to keep you on your toes.”

“You always do, Sunshine.” He rolls the dice and gets two threes.

Beck asks if I want the paper back, but I tell him to read the question aloud for number six.

“Going back to a more serious tone…” He clears his throat. “What’s something you wish you could redo with your partner?”

Beck looks between me and Noah, but I’m not letting this game only be about my relationship with my husband. That wasn’t the point of tonight.

“I think you should rephrase the question.” Both men eye me, Noah’s hands flexing against his thighs. I continue. “What is something you wish you could redo with Beck?”

“Oh,” Beck starts, “you don’t—”

“No.” Noah interrupts him. “I can answer that.”

The paper crinkles in Beck’s grip. “Okay.”