Page 63 of Shared By the Mountain Men Triplets

As I sit licking my swollen lips, the play turns fierce, with each of the brothers determined to win the next hand.

Rhett takes it, then looks at me speculatively. I slide a hand under the strap of my top and toy with it, effectively stretching the fabric tighter over my breast as I hold eye contact with Rhett, who’s gritting his teeth.

“Careful,” he says.

I tilt my head innocently. “With what?”

He glances around at his brothers before looking back at me. “Teasing men who are already hanging on by a thread.”

I shrug, unintentionally making my breasts jiggle, and Boone groans.

Rhett just keeps staring, thinking, making me nervous in a delicious way. Finally, he says, “Touch yourself.”

I’ve been tormenting them, but his command makes me suddenly self-conscious.What exactly does he want me to do?

Since he’s not specific, I decide to keep teasing him. With my eyes pinned to Rhett’s, I bring a hand to my chest and lightly pinch one of my pebbled nipples. I toy with it through my shirt, making sure they can see everything. I cup my breast and nearly lift it above my neckline, but then I let it bounce back into place, and three men mutter curses.

When Boone shoots Rhett a look that I’m not sure is gratitude or irritation for making this request of me, I slide a hand beneath the table, to where my pussy is already sensitive and needy. I intend to exaggerate my facial expressions, but I don’t need to, because with a single touch, I’m already tormenting myself. I’m wet and ready for them, and this game is turning into sweet torture.

I wriggle in my seat and let out a moan that’s unintentional, and Boone looks like he’s about to crawl across the table to get to me.

I set my hands back on the table and smile sweetly at Rhett. “That felt good.”

He growls at me.

I win the next hand and deviously ask Boone to come over and give me a shoulder massage. There’s a noticeable bulge in his jeans when he does.

As he presses his strong hands into my shoulders, I close my eyes and arch into the massage, pressing my chest out. I can’t believe they’ve let me keep my shirt on this long.

I moan for the men’s benefit, though Boone’s hands do feel wonderful.

He teases me right back by letting his fingers roam lower than they should. Twice, he grazes over my nipples, and when I moan then, it’s real.

When I open my eyes, Cade is swiping a hand over his mouth, and Rhett looks like he’s about to snap a chunk off the edge of the table.

After sliding his thumbs up the column of my neck, Boone presses a kiss there, then returns to his seat.

Rhett pins me with a dark look. “You’re going to pay for that one, Red.”

“Only if you win,” I say.

CHAPTER 28

WREN

Two hands later, after I get both Rhett and Cade out of their pants, Rhett picks up his new hand of cards with a neutral expression. When he clears his throat, his brothers look his way, and Rhett flashes them a peek at his hand.

Boone’s brows lift, and both Boone and Cade fold.

“Not fair,” I protest.

My hand is garbage, and it doesn’t get any better with replacement cards, but I stay in since there’s no money to lose. I have nothing, and Rhett has …

“A pair of threes?” I glare at Boone and Cade, then shake my head at Rhett, who’s already on his feet, coming toward me.

“On your feet,” he says.

I stand and am about to raise my arms, sure that he’ll be asking for my shirt, but before I can do that, he kneels in front of me, and my heart starts pounding.