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“Just cuddling,” I explain. “Wanna join us?” I wiggle my eyebrows, tempting him to come over here.
“Mhh, I think I’m good.” Dallas’s voice sounds just as unsure as his face appears. “I get you can’t decide between the both of us yet, but that doesn’t mean you can have both of us together.”
His statement hits me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t think that they would want me to decide between the two of them. I don’t know why I didn’t think about it since that would be the most common solution. If you like two guys you choose between them. Or at least that’s what society tells us.
“Why not?” I challenge. “Would you really not have a threesome with me?”
He dips his index finger into his collar and pulls it down as if he is nervous or simply getting hot. “With you, yeah, but with him?” Dallas points at Griffin. “I don’t know.”
“So it’s not a no,” I point out. “It’s just that you are not sure.”
Dallas and Griffin look at each other. Both of them have a bewildered look in their eyes. Griffin shrugs. “I’d be fine with it,” he says, but there is a clear hesitation in his voice.
“Why don’t we put that conversation on the back burner and have a drink for now?”
“Yeah, let’s do that.” Dallas’s shoulders relax with a sigh. Griffin seems just as relieved to be done with this conversation.
I get up from my seat and walk into the kitchen barefoot. Taking out three glasses and a bottle of whiskey from my freezer, I fill each with a healthy amount of booze and one ice cube. I take them over to where the guys are sitting and hand each of them a glass, keeping the third for myself.
Taking a small sip, I let the alcohol burn down my throat and land in my stomach with an exploding warmth. Dallas finishes his whole glass like a shot before slamming the glass down on the coffee table with a grunt. Griffin doesn’t finish the whole glass, but he might as well. After he took his swig, there was only a tiny amount left in the bottom.
We all lean back in our seats and fall into an uncomfortable silence.
“Hey, I have an idea.” I break the silence. “Wanna play some poker? I have some cards lying around here somewhere.”
“Poker?” Griffin questions with one eyebrow raised. “I guess if you wanna get your ass handed to you.”
“Please,” Dallas huffs. “I’ve been playing poker since you were still in diapers. I’ll kick your ass any day.”
“Bring it on,” Griffin challenges.
It doesn’t take me long to find the cards buried in some junk in my kitchen drawer.
A few minutes later, we are sitting around my dining room table, and Dallas is shuffling the deck of cards. “What are we playing? Texas Hold’em?”
“Sure,” I answer.
Griffin nods in agreement.
Dallas deals the cards, handing me two of them face down. I take a peek at my cards, keeping a straight face as I see the two aces. Not bad for a first hand.
“Wait,” I blurt out. “I don’t have any chips. What are we betting?”
“We don’t have to bet anything,” Dallas says, looking at his cards.
“Or we can bet our clothes,” I suggest with a smile.
“Strip Poker?” Griffin chuckles. “I’m down. Especially with these cards,” he suggests he has a good hand, but that could just be a bluff. I know both of them well, but I’ve never played poker with them, so it’s going to take me a minute to pinpoint their tells.
Dallas deals the first three cards face up in the center of the table. It’s a three, a queen, and a king. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but I can still win with my two aces.
“Are we all in betting one clothing item?” I ask into the round.
“I’m in.” Dallas nods.
“Me too,” Griffin says.
“Same,” I agree.
Dallas turns over the next card. It’s a six of hearts. We are all still in when Dallas turns over the fifth and final card. Of course, I was hoping for an ace. Disappointment fills my veins when I see the ten of spades on the table.
“I raise,” Dallas calls. “Two clothing items.”
“I call,” I say without hesitation. Either he has a better hand, or he’s bluffing. Realistically, I get what I want both ways because I don’t care who is getting naked first as long as we all end up in bed together.
“I’m out.” Griffin folds.
“Just you and me then,” I tease. Grinning from ear to ear, I flip over my two cards and show them to Dallas. “Pair of aces.”
His full lips turn into a satisfying grin, and I know he’s beat me even before he shows me his two queens.
“Three of a kind.” He chuckles. “Pay up, buttercup. Two items,” he reminds me.
