The crowd is getting louder now, people realizing what’s happening, starting to cheer.
“This isn’t fair,” Dylan protests, but he’s grinning. “You set us up.”
“You offered to play left-handed,” Nina reminds him sweetly. “Can’t change the rules now.”
“She’s right,” I add, lining up my next shot. This one puts me right between them. “Stick to your word, boys.”
“You’re trouble,” Mason murmurs softly, his voice dropping to that low register that has everything inside me tightening.
“You have no idea,” I breathe and turn to face them.
We stay like that for a long moment, the three of us locked in this charged bubble while the crowd noise fades into the background.
Then I turn back around and bend forward, lifting my ass on purpose to tease them. I’m charged, so aroused, and wanting their attention. Exactly the impact they have on me.
Only the black ball remains. The guys still haven’t pocketed anything.
The crowd is chanting now. “Finish it! Finish it!”
I line up the shot, take a breath, and sink it perfectly.
The place erupts.
“DO IT! DO IT!” Nina is leading the chant, and soon everyone is joining in, voices rising in a crescendo of excitement and laughter.
Mason and Dylan exchange a look, then both start laughing. I step back, curious as to whether they are going to go through with it.
“A bet’s a bet,” Mason says, hands going to his belt.
I’m suddenly flustered, reality crashing back in. “Wait, you’re actually going to?—”
“We lost fair and square,” Dylan states, already unbuckling. “Can’t back out now.”
The crowd is going wild, girls whistling, guys cheering them on.
In seconds, they are emptying their pockets and placing wallets and keys on the pool table. Then they drop their jeans. Left only in their tight black boxers.
And oh my God, their bundles are bulky. What are they packing in there?
I definitely shouldn’t look. The thin stretch of fabric leaves very little to the imagination, and not vague bulges, but definition. Contours. Enough to make my mouth water.
But how do I not look when it’s basically outlined like a 3D road map?
They both step out of their clothes and start running around the pool table.
The whole bar is cheering now, and I’m staring, my panties drenched, my body burning up.
They’re running, everything bouncing, muscles flexing, both of them grinning like this is the best night they’ve had in months.
And they keep looking at me while they run. Watching my reaction. Seeing me stare.
When they finally complete the circuit and stop, they glance around for their jeans.
“Okay,” Mason says. “Who took them?”
Several people in the crowd are laughing.
“Real mature!” Dylan calls out, but he’s laughing too.
