Us. The way he said it made them sound like a unified whole.
“That’s not fair,” I protested, heat rising to my cheeks. “The question is too broad.”
“Answer it anyway,” Eli said.
“I—yes, okay? You’re both attractive men. Anyone with functioning eyeballs can see that.” I crossed my arms, feeling defensive. “But this isn’t about me and what I want. It’s about helping you two find your way back to each other.”
“We’re both attractive men, but are you attracted to us together? We’re a package deal,” Eli said.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s not your turn, Eli. I pick Luke. Truth or Dare.”
“Dare,” Luke said with another cheeky shrug. “Can’t resist.”
“Take Eli’s shirt off,” I said, cheeks hot. “And touch his body.”
“That’s a multi-parter, but I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from groping him once his shirt is off.”
Luke got up, moving straight for Eli, and with that cocky Boston confidence, started working the buttons down Eli’s flannel shirt. One by one, slow and precise, like he was unwrapping something expensive. Eli just sat there, legs spread for Luke to stand between them, broad chest rising and falling, eyes locked on Luke’s mouth. The last button popped and Luke pushed the shirt off Eli’s shoulders, tossing it behind the chair.
Eli was wearing a thin white tank, and Luke shoved it up and over his head, exposing his golden skin and muscle. I’d never seen anyone so solid, perfectly built. Luke spread his fingers, sliding them down Eli’s chest, over pecs, flat stomach, tracing every line and hollow like he was memorizing it, skimming his fingers over a tattoo on Eli’s shoulder, then another across his ribs.
“I didn’t know. For me?” Luke whispered, Eli nodded. I wondered about the tattoo — a beautiful but simple sparrow in flight. “I love it.”
Elididn’t say a word, didn’t move, just sat in his chair, legs spread, eyes dark, breathing growing rougher as Luke touched him.
“Eli. Truth or dare?” Luke asked.
Eli smirked. “Dare.”
“Strip me,” Luke whispered, standing between Eli’s knees. “As much as you like.”
My pussy fluttered at the two sexy men in front of me, and I gasped as Eli reverently stripped off Luke’s henley. The motion was oddly tender, almost devotional, as if he was savoring every inch of skin he revealed. Eli hooked his fingers under the hem, dragged it up over Luke’s chest and head, then unbuckled his belt and tugged his jeans down, baring him completely. My mouth went dry.
Luke’s body was made for sin—lean muscle, freckles and scars scattered like secrets, and a trail of hair vanishing under the waistband of boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the hard line of his cock. The fabric was obscene, stretched so tight it looked painful.
“You keep your body like this for me,” he said, eyes on Luke’s abs.
“Who else?” Luke asked. “I like staying pretty for you.”
“You don’t need abs to be gorgeous, sweetheart,” Eli said. “You can keep your shorts for modesty. So we don’t embarrass Mioko.”
They turned towards me and caught me looking at the thick outline of Luke’s cock.
“Eyes up here, babygirl,” Eli murmured, as Luke sat back down next to him, so close that their legs crossed under the table. “Truth or dare?”
“Me?” I asked, startled.
“Truth or dare,” he repeated.
“Truth,” I whispered, worried a dare would leave me half naked, too.
“What kind of porn do you watch?”
“What?” I squeaked.
“You heard me. What kind of porn do you get yourself off to? I’d bet you love to get off on two men, ravenous for each other, wildly fucking.”
“I… I don’t watch porn,” I lied.
