“I have a preference,” V added, grinning.
Zane noticed she didn’t seem to be nearly as nervous as she’d been when they got back to his house. After what had happened at his parents’, he’d expected her anxiety to be sky rocketing, but somehow she’d managed to relax. Maybe she was just looking to ignore everything else that was going on the same way he was.
“Yeah? Who’d you like to see naked first?” Zane figured he already knew the answer to that.
“Beau,” she replied, grinning from ear to ear.
“You sure about that, darlin’?” Beau teased. “I’d hate for you to drop Zane like a bad habit once you get to see me naked again.”
Zane watched, his lips smirking against the lip of his beer bottle as he watched the two of them. “A bad habit, huh?”
V glanced back and forth between the two of them, and Zane watched her closely. She was coming up with an idea, and he was interested in seeing what that devious mind of hers decided to do about the two of them.
“You’re right,” she agreed with Beau and Zane laughed, but waited for her to finish. “I think it’s only fair that you dole out your sexiness in stages. Maybe take turns.”
“What? You want us to do a strip tease right here?” Zane questioned her, sitting his beer on the side table beside the chair he was currently occupying.
“Great idea,” she replied, acting as though she hadn’t already had it all planned out.
“Who goes first?” Beau asked, sounding entirely too confident. At least in comparison to what Zane was used to.
This was likely going to get good.
Chapter Eleven
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V knew the alcohol couldn’t be what fortified her nerves because she’d only had one beer and was working on her second.
For some reason, she just felt comfortable with Beau and Zane. Or maybe she just wanted to forget about all of the shit that had gone on that day, or in recent months. She knew what was coming, and for some reason, she wanted to get there soon.
Beau was in a good mood, laughing and joking, and it was contagious, making her want to tease the two of them. It wasn’t like the first time when the three of them were so worried about where they were supposed to put their hands. This just felt – it was strange to say it – natural.
“You get to go first,” V stated, looking over at Beau. “But before you get your freak on, I want the two of you to stand in the middle of the room. I want to see the goods before I take them for a test drive.”
Zane’s laugh tickled her ears making her smile even more. This was what she’d been missing for so long. They weren’t worried about what happened before, or what might happen tomorrow. This was just three friends, having a good time and enjoying each other’s company.
Beau stood, moving the wooden coffee table away from where they would need to stand in order to be in front of her. V pulled her feet up beneath her and pretended she was getting settled in for a good show. Zane took his time getting to his feet, taking another long pull on his beer and watching her intently.
The delectable, teasing smirk on his face did marvelous things to her insides.
“So, are we being graded on form?” Beau’s tone was serious, but his grin spoke of something much more carnal than V expected. “I’ve never done this strip tease thing, so I want to make sure I understand the rules.” Shaking his hand, his thumb waggling in Zane’s direction, Beau looked back at her “He’s probably got a lot more experience at this than I do, so I want it to be fair.”
“Yep,” V confirmed. “Form, execution, and style.”
“Got it. You gonna grade him on a curve? He looks a little frail these days.”
Zane’s laugh boomed through the living room. “Fuck off and get naked, bro.”
Beau’s chuckle warmed V even more. Considering Zane had lost some weight while he’d been in the hospital, it wasn’t obvious to anyone who didn’t know him. Standing next to Beau, he was still just as impressive as she’d always thought him to be.
Although Beau was close to six and a half feet, Zane wasn’t but an inch or two shorter. Granted, Beau was a big man. V had no idea how much he possibly weighed, but she knew it was a considerable amount, especially since he was all muscle. There couldn’t be an ounce of fat on either man. Unlike her. V was thin, but she probably didn’t have much muscle, aside from maybe her arms from cleaning. The rest of her was soft, but she didn’t mind. It helped define the difference between her and these men.
“Shirt. Off.” V pointed to Beau, trying to use a stern tone but failing as she laughed.
Beau grabbed his polo shirt with one hand behind his neck and deftly pulled it over his head. The move was sexy as hell, and the ripped, defined body he revealed was even more so. Her breath hitched, and she wondered whether they heard her. She purposely ogled Beau’s body, feeling Zane’s eyes on her.
“With a little hard work,” Beau looked over at Zane, “you could have a body like this one day.”
Zane reared back and punched Beau in the arm, a deep rumbling laugh echoing through the room. V watched as Beau glanced down at his arm, then back at Zane. “Why’d you pinch me?”
That got all three of them laughing.
“Y’all aren’t naked yet,” V reminded them when they settled down.
“Well, hell, little lady. You just had to ask.” Beau joked, toeing off his boots in a hurry, then ripping his socks off of his feet before grabbing the front of the waistband on his jeans, releasing the button with ease.
“Slow down, speed demon. We don’t want this party to end before it gets started,” Zane joked. “I think it’s only fair that we get to sample the goods before we give away all our secrets.”
“Ahhh. Good idea.” Beau pinned V with a stare, making her squirm. “You’re turn.”
V felt the heat infuse her body, her skin warming, her mouth dry. Looking up at them, both clad only in their jeans while V had on all of her clothes, with the exception of shoes. “I’ve got a better idea,” V said, glancing across the room and then back at the two men in front of her.
Zane physically turned, following her gaze to the far side of the house where his pool table sat innocently in the corner.
“You want to play pool?” he asked, sounding pleased with the idea.
“No?” She questioned as she stood from her seat. “I’ll even give you boys a chance, and I’ll let you put your shirts back on just to make it fair.”
“You ever see her play pool?” Beau asked Zane.
“No. You?” Zane answered, both men acting like she wasn’t standing right there.
“Nope.”
“All right. You’re on.” Zane agreed, and walked over to his dresser to retrieve a shirt while Beau pulled his shirt back on over his head.
“What are the rules?” Beau asked when he pulled a pool stick from the rack on the wall.
V did the same while Zane pushed past her, brushing his body intimately against hers as he reached for the last stick on the wall.
“It’s simple,” she explained. “You’ll get two options on a shot to make, one from each of us. You choose which one you want. If you make it, the turn moves to the next person. If you miss, the person whose shot you selected gets to tell you which item of clothing to remove.”
V thought that was a pretty good game considering she’d made it up on the fly. Based on the grins she received from both men, they liked the idea as well.
“Who goes first?” Zane was apparently eager to start, rubbing the blue chalk on the end of his pool stick.
“You can. It’s your table and all,” she replied warmly.
The game ensued with Zane going first. V and Beau offered the shots he could select from, and Zane chose Beau’s. Making the shot, they decided Beau would go next. The same occurred and then it was V’s turn. She was surprised at the easy shots they offered, and she made hers with ease. When two more rounds went the same as the first, she glanced over at the two men skeptically. Someone should�
��ve had to remove something by now. Although she was glad it wasn’t her.
“Ok, no more easy stuff. Let’s make this interesting,” Zane stated, taking a sip of the beer he’d grabbed from the refrigerator.
“No problem.” Beau glanced over at V, then gave Zane a much more difficult shot than before. V offered the same level of difficulty and the two of them stood back and watched. To her delight, Zane missed the shot he’d selected, which was the one she’d told him to take.
When he asked, she told him the shirt had to go, and the playing resumed. Within a few minutes, Zane and Beau were both standing in their underwear – boxers for Beau, boxer briefs for Zane – and V still had on every stitch of her clothes.
“You’re a pool hustler,” Beau accused as he slipped over to the refrigerator and retrieved another beer for her and him. “You sneaky woman.”
V smiled. Sometimes it felt good to be underestimated.
“Time for the gloves to come off,” Zane grinned, downing the last of his beer and turning toward the table.
He wasn’t kidding. Both Zane and Beau gave her choices of near impossible shots, but she made them both after they dared her to. They made one more round and both men kept the last stitch of their clothes on, so when it was her turn again, V purposely missed the shot Zane had offered. Her shirt abruptly came off, with his help of course.
After another fifteen minutes, V still remained mostly dressed; Zane was buck ass naked and didn’t seem a bit shy about it while Beau still had on his boxers. They made her take two turns, shooting with her eyes closed, which resulted in her missing one and making the other. To her surprise, Beau had her remove her jeans, rather than her bra. Now she was dressed in her underwear just like him. Zane wasn’t playing because he’d much rather be copping a feel from what she could tell.
When it was clear that V and Beau weren’t going to miss, and the shots they were taking were becoming repetitive, V turned to Zane. “Got any ideas on how to progress this night any faster?”
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Did he ever.
Zane was all for taking this little strip tease to the next level. “I think we should make the shots a tad more difficult.”
“How do you suppose we do that?” Beau questioned him. “We’ve already made her close her eyes, and she’s made damn near every shot.”
“Distraction, of course.” He couldn’t think of a better idea, and it would progress this little peep show to the next level, which all three of them seemed to be more than ready for.
“Hmmm... I like the idea of a distraction,” Beau mumbled, and Zane noticed he was staring at V’s mouth. Oh, yes. The man caught on remarkably well.
“Beau’s up next. So what’s the distraction?” V asked, smirking at Zane.
“You are, baby.” The answer was obvious. At least to Zane. He didn’t have anything against two men being together, but he had absolutely no interest in Beau. Although, he’d thought from time to time that Beau might actually be interested in both men and women, though he’d never admitted to it. Nor had he denied it. In all fairness, Zane hadn’t asked either.
“Well, that means this game’s over before it even gets started,” Beau laughed.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m playing again. And now, the rules have changed. The goal is to make you both lose your clothes, obviously. But, the new rule is that you aren’t allowed to come while you’re being distracted.”
V glared at him. She clearly knew they were going to pull out all the stops on her. She had on the most clothes, and he was more than ready to get his hands on her. And his tongue.
Beau glanced back and forth between the two of them, waiting for the next move. Zane smiled at V. “Have at it. Think you can distract him enough to miss the shot?”
V blushed sweetly, and Zane’s insides tightened. Damn she was so perfect.
“What shot does he have to make?” Leaning her pool stick against the wall as she moved closer to Beau, V directed her question at him.
Zane glanced at the table momentarily and then called out the shot. V grinned and then dropped to her knees in front of Beau. Because the table was in the way, Zane couldn’t see her, although he could see her hands as they slowly slid Beau’s boxers down to his thighs.
“Oh, fuck.” Beau’s growl echoed throughout the house.
“You’re turn, big man.” Zane grinned at Beau’s distress.
When Beau’s eyes rolled back in his head, Zane knew the game was all but over. Except he had every intention of getting V naked. And soon.
Beau lined up the shot and missed. By a mile. Hell, he was lucky the ball stayed on the table. He groaned seconds before V stood up, her face red from embarrassment if Zane had to guess. She’d played by the rules, but he knew she wasn’t nearly as forward as she pretended to be.
“You’re turn, baby.” Zane watched V reach for her pool cue, and Beau shed his boxers while she did. “Beau, I’ll let you have the honors of distracting her first.”
“Oh, hell yes.” Beau dropped to his knees in the same position as V had been in, and because V was shorter, Zane couldn’t see what was going on beneath the table, so he rectified the situation as he moved to stand beside her.
Calling out her pocket, he watched as Beau’s head moved between her thighs, her breaths growing choppier as she desperately tried to focus on the shot. She had to stand on her toes in order to lean over Beau’s body, but she made the effort and it looked fucking sinful as hell.
“Remember, you can’t come,” he warned her.
“Fuck.” The single word came out as a whisper as she took the shot and missed.
Zane didn’t hesitate before moving around behind her and unhooking her bra. “That’s more like it.”
Beau continued his sensual assault while Zane stood beside them, explaining another shot to V while she moaned. Oh, yeah. This game was over.
When V made that one, they forced their way through another round, V once again working to distract Zane and then Beau. Then Zane had the satisfaction of teasing her while she aimed and missed. He had opted to stroke her clit with his fingers because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop if he started eating her pussy the way he wanted to.
When it was Zane’s turn again, he waited for V to move into position. When she didn’t, he eyed her suspiciously. She was about to play very unfairly, he could feel it. He didn’t know what he was going to do about it either.
“I think it’s only fair that Beau get to distract you for a change.”
“Honey, I’m not sure I’ve had enough beer for that to happen,” he told her honestly. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be drunk enough for that to sound like a good idea either.
“Are you refusing?” she asked, her hands on her hips, her pert, beautiful breasts thrust forward as she cocked her hip, daring him.
Zane glanced over at Beau, wondering why the hell the guy wasn’t refusing. He was the one who was going to have to figure something out. Beau looked tentative, but there was something else in his eyes. Curiosity, maybe?
Oh, fucking hell.
“No.” Zane was answering V’s question, but he could very well have been pleading with Beau. The look in the other man’s eyes said he was on the verge of changing their relationship in ways Zane wasn’t comfortable with. However, he wasn’t about to be the one to chicken out first. If V wanted to play like this, he’d punish her later.
V nodded her head at Beau as though giving him the go ahead. It was almost as if the two of them had shared a secret that Zane wasn’t privy to. What the fuck was going on?
“Take the shot,” V directed him, sounding more assertive than Zane had ever heard her.
Picking up the chalk, Zane prepared the end of the stick before turning to face the table. When he did, Beau moved, and Zane’s entire body went rigid. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. Beau lowered himself to his knees in front of him, and Zane pinned V with a glare. What the hell was she trying to prove here?
Zane leaned over th
e table, praying like hell he could make the shot before...
“Sonuvabitch!” Zane cried out the second Beau wrapped his lips around his dick. The pool stick fell to the table when V rushed into his arms, gripping his chin and planting her mouth on his.
Zane did his best to focus on the woman kissing him and not the man kneeling at his feet, sucking his cock into the scorching hot recesses of his mouth. There was no way for him to pretend that Beau was anyone other than Beau. Based on the firm, callused grip around the base of his cock and the warm suction of his mouth, Zane was all too aware of what his best friend was doing.
“That’s so hot,” V whispered against his lips when she pulled away, looking down the front of Zane’s body to where Beau was attempting to blow his mind.
He didn’t want to like it, but damn it all to hell, Beau’s mouth felt so fucking good. Hot... Wet... Fuck! His cock was so fucking hard, and Zane found himself fisting Beau’s hair in one hand without realizing he’d even moved. He pulled V’s head closer with the other until their lips were once again smashed together, their tongues dueling as Beau continued to damn near blow his head off of his shoulders.
Zane told the hand fisting Beau’s hair to push the man away, to force his mouth to ease off of his cock, but he couldn’t do it. V broke the kiss, staring back at him.
“You want to watch, don’t you? You want to see how fucking sexy it is for another man to blow you?”
V wasn’t far off the mark, but Zane wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to look Beau in the eyes again if he did. As it was, he was so fucking close to coming down his best friends throat, he was scared to death what that meant for their friendship.
“He wants this,” V whispered, and Zane’s eyes flew open. “He’s always wanted this. Give this to him, Zane.”
Oh, fucking hell.
Zane did the unthinkable, letting go of V and standing straight before looking down at his best friend on his knees sucking his cock deeper and deeper into his hungry mouth. Zane didn’t let go of Beau’s hair. He held the man firmly in place, glanced up at V one last time and when she nodded her approval, Zane let go. He tried not to think about what he was doing, who this man was with his dick tunneling in and out of his mouth as he began to thrust forcefully, shoving his cock as far as he could in Beau’s eager mouth.
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