"Guess so," said Sam, grinning at her with invitation in his eyes.
She stood slowly between Jeremiah’s legs, thinking. What to take off first? Her sleeveless linen wrap-blouse? That would be what they expected her to do, and she didn’t get her kicks off of what was expected. Her sandals? Too lame. A watch? Earrings? Even lamer than shoes.
So Miko reached for the snap of her shorts and undid it, slowly teasing the zipper downward. A quick glance through her lashes showed that both men were riveted to the movement, and the air became heavy with tension. With careful, languid motions, she eased the fabric down over her hips and shimmied slightly, until her shorts fell to the floor, exposing her panties to both eagerly awaiting men.
"Are those…" Sam began.
"Ruffled," Jeremiah finished, sounding as if he were dying. He might have been – the black ruffles on the back of her lacy panties were probably bare inches away from him. She’d picked her lingerie deliberately today, thinking of the two men, though she hadn’t anticipated the fun of strip poker.
And she was definitely having fun. Far, far too much for her own good.
Miko returned to her perch on Jeremiah’s lap, straddling his knee between her thighs and giving it a slight squeeze with her inner muscles. At his groan, she couldn’t resist a slight smile and a wink at Sam, who looked as if he’d cheerfully kill to trade places with his partner. "Next hand," she said, voice light and coy.
Sam dealt again, and this time Miko watched his hands, just in case her first bad round of cards had not been a fluke. To her surprise, this hand was decent. She kept a pair of jacks and a king and indicated that she wanted two cards. The guys also drew two cards each.
Her pull was excellent, though. Another king to match. "Two pair, kings and jacks."
"Beats me," Jeremiah said, leaning over her again and turning his cards over. "Nothing."
"Ditto." Sam’s hand was nothing but a pair of tens.
She rubbed her hands and grinned, getting to her feet. "Let’s see both of you take something off, then."
"Both?" Sam gave her a skeptical look.
"Both of you." So it was a bit of a rules-bend. It was strip poker – this stuff wasn’t set in stone anyhow. "It’s you two versus me, right? So if I win, I remove something. If you two lose, you both remove something. Seems fair to me."
"You could always just pick one of us," Jeremiah said reasonably. "My hand was worse than Sam’s. I lost."
"Why should I have to pick between both of you?" Miko’s hands went to her panty-clad hips, assuming a flirty stance that belied the quiver in her stomach. "I can handle you both."
"Both at once, eh?" Sam said, a slow, lazy smile crossing his face. “Big words.”
She simply cocked her hip a little more and gave him a smile, inwardly disappointed that he didn’t seem to be taking her suggestion seriously. "Oh, definitely both at once. Don’t you worry about me. Just worry about taking those pants off."
On cue, both men reached for their zippers. She didn’t know where to look first. Sam was in front of her, so she concentrated on him. Down his pants went, revealing an all-over body tan and vibrant blue boxers. That was a shame. She was curious to see the size of his cock, she admitted to herself. He had such a lovely, compact build with the perfect amount of muscles that she was hoping the economy didn’t carry over to his dick. Speaking of…she glanced over her shoulder at Jeremiah.
No boxers there. His jeans were pooled around his ankles and dark gray boxer-briefs hugged every inch of his package. Oh, my…that was rather nice. And big. All over.
This game had just gotten very, very interesting. "So are we going to all just stand around for the next round?" She arched an eyebrow at Jeremiah.
"Why don’t you sit with me, then?" Sam said, sliding back into his chair. "If you’re so fired up to spend the game seated, anyhow."
A challenge. Well, she couldn’t let that pass her by. Miko moved over to his side of the table and trailed her fingers along the table, waiting for him to scoot his chair out so she could perch on his leg like she had with Jeremiah.
Sam didn’t pull out his chair. Instead, he patted his leg and indicated that he was ready for her to sit down. Between his lap and the table-top, there were only a few inches, just enough for her to squeeze in. His ploy was totally obvious. The question was, did she accept his dare or did she decline it?
She’d never backed down from a dare before, especially not one by a man she was considering as a potential mate. And if she was honest with herself, it had been a long time since she’d had a relationship, and both men were tweaking her interest. She was considering both of them.
So she eyed Sam’s lap, put her hands on the table, and slid in. She could hear his breath suck in slightly as she settled in, her ass flush against his erection.
"Deal," she said, her voice husky.
Sam dealt again, reaching around her to do so. His hands brushed against her arms as he laid out each card.
Her next hand was decent, but Jeremiah’s was better. Her loss. Miko shrugged and undid the buttons on her shirt, letting it slide off her shoulders and down her back. Now she straddled Sam in her panties and bra only. Jeremiah had said nothing the entire time, simply watching her with hot, unrelenting eyes. He didn’t tease or play like Sam, but she knew he was just as interested, just as intensely fascinated with where the game was going.
She lost the next hand again. Her eyes narrowed when Jeremiah quietly revealed three aces. "Is that just luck or something more?”
He gave her a slow, sweet smile. "Are you implying that I’m cheating?”
She didn’t want to offend him. Who knew how proud cougars were? Maybe they were as stiff about their honor as she was about her sexuality. "No," she said, backing off. "Just thought that maybe you wanted to see my breasts a little more than Sam here.”
"I can’t think that’s possible," Sam interjected, and he gave his hips a little roll, bouncing her and making her gasp at the feeling of his cock pressing against her ass. Heat and want flooded her body.
Sam slid a hand up her back. "Want some help?" His fingers tugged at her bra snap.
Miko shrugged, reaching behind herself to undo the clasp with expert hands and letting it fall free as well. The air conditioning made her nipples tighten, as did Jeremiah’s gaze. She felt Sam strain under her, trying to catch a glimpse. Her breasts were not large or bountiful, but they were high and tight, and her nipples were small and dark. She liked her breasts, and judging by the look on Jeremiah’s face and the way he shifted in his chair, he approved as well. Her hands glided lightly over her breasts before she leaned over the table and tossed her cards away. "Next hand."
To her surprise, her next hand contained the three aces that Jeremiah had won with in the last round. She didn’t question the fact that the three aces seemed to be chained together since it was currently working in her favor. Miko stood and gestured for the two men to remove an article of clothing. In front of her, Jeremiah slowly removed his shirt, pulling it off his body, and her mouth went dry at the sight. God, his chest was perfect. Six pack abs, tight, tanned, with only a trail of hair descending down his navel. "Very nice," she said. Very, very nice. His shoulders were large and defined with muscle. Not too much, just enough.
She glanced behind her at Sam’s body, and was delighted to see that his was equally hard and lean. Where Jeremiah was tanned, bulging muscle, Sam was a bit more compact, leaner, every muscle in his chest finely detailed. Jeremiah might be built like a brick house, but there wasn’t an inch of fat on Sam, down to the smooth plane of flesh below his navel. He had a large tribal tattoo covering an entire shoulder, a sunburst design. She decided she liked it.