“What the ever-loving fuck?” Tommy’s angry tone made Trisha stop the horse-play to look at him. “Ken, didn’t we have an agreement?”
Trisha’s ears perked up. Agreement? About me? “What kind of agreement?”
Tommy stared at Ken but answered Trisha without looking her way. “A gentleman’s agreement.”
“Fuck. Tommy—she’s screwing with you. She’s a klutz! Tripped over her own feet and landed smack across my lap until I hauled her ass back up. That’s all. Stop shitting yourself.”
Tommy’s face softened while turning bright red but his posture remained tense, none of which bothered Trisha in the least as she fell backward while laughing her head off. She pointed at Tommy. “Pooping yourself.”
“Ha, ha,” Tommy sounded sarcastic as he slipped closer to tickle Trisha around the ribs.
“Nooooooo!” She shrieked, turning to run only to be caught by Ken who joined in mercilessly. “Stop!” Trisha swatted at Ken and kicked Tommy.
“Ouch!” Tommy jumped back, grabbing his knee. “Vicious little girl.”
“Okay! Okay! I give up! Whatever I did. Whatever I said, please forgive me!” Trisha squealed, trying her best to break free. Still laughing at her expense, the two ceased their assault. Trisha grabbed the pillow Ken had hit Tommy with earlier, swinging one way to smack Ken right in the face and hurriedly swinging the other way to pop Tommy across the head.
“Hey now! You’re going to mess up my luxurious locks.” Tommy ran a hand through his hair while smirking before he bent forward and snatch the pillow with one hand while gathering her up with his free arm. Trisha squirmed, resisting until Tommy pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Settle down now.” He nuzzled the side of her head.
Her chest tightened and her pussy sent shockwaves through her core. Tommy had hugged her before, but he had never held her close in such an intimate way. His hard chest supported her shoulder while his soft, yummy-smelling hair brushed against her neck and cheek. For some reason, he smelled like Ken tonight. She closed her eyes, breathing in his fragrance. Oh! Her eyes flickered open as his cock stirred beneath. He’s getting hard! Trisha’s breath caught in her throat, and she pursed her lips to repress a smile. As her eyelashes fluttered, she caught the expression on Ken’s face. Shit. He looks as if he’s been punched in the gut. Is he jealous? I can’t have these two fighting.
Scooting back into her seat, Trisha used both hands to shove Tommy away. “Unhand me, you troll!”
“Troll!” Tommy scrunched up his nose and twisted his lips.
“Well, when you make that face.” She pointed and laughed. “I saw a deck of cards over by the snacks. Let’s play poker.”
Tommy grinned and nodded. “Sure, but Ken will wipe the floor with us.”
Trisha shot a look Ken’s way, offering him a smile and a wink before awkwardly looking away while playing with her hair.
Ken stretched in his seat. “As much as I’d love to rake you two over the coals, we don’t have any chips.”
Well, here’s my opening. Hope my voice doesn’t crack. Trisha lifted her face, batting her lashes at him. “Who needs chips when we have clothes?
Chapter Four
4:00 p.m.
TRISHA slapped her cards on the table and gloated. “Read them and strip!”
“Ugh.” Tommy groaned as he peeled his shorts off and dropped them beside him. He was down to his underwear now.
Saliva swirled inside her mouth as her gaze clung to his rippling arm muscles, hard chest, and the hell of a bulge in his navy-blue briefs. She smacked her lips. Yum, yum, yum!I need some of that! Turning her attention to her other opponent, she lifted an eyebrow. “Ken, I think you need to pay up, too. What will it be? The shirt or your shorts?”
Ken answered wordlessly, pulling his shirt off over his head. As he raised his arms, the smoky intensity in his eyes bore into Trisha’s consciousness and threatened to melt her clothes right off her quivering body. She smiled, feasting on Ken’s sinewy, upper body like he was a prime cut of meat. His toned arms and shoulders framed his hard, well-built chest, showcasing his small, round, russet-colored nipples as they contrasted against his smooth, honey-tinged flesh. She pursed her lips, struggling to keep from coming undone as the image of her tongue gliding over his navel popped into her mind. Trisha sucked in her breath as she wrestled back control of her senses.
What luck! Ken losing to her was a near miracle, but she couldn’t expect him to focus on the game while they were hiding out from a big, bad hurricane. As she glanced toward Tommy, she gauged his reaction. Why does he look so pale all of a sudden? Something more than bad weather jitters was boiling under the surface between those two. Trisha held her tongue. Voicing her suspicions of discord without having any idea what had disrupted the balance between Yin and Yang, as she sometimes called the two, would be premature. Instead, she hid her concerns behind the long neck of a beer bottle, taking another swig. Ken gathered the cards to shuffle for another round. Trisha put aside her concerns to focus on her own game. She had already lost Ken’s shirt in the first round. Luckily, Tommy’s tank offered decent coverage.
After picking up her cards, she checked out the hand she had been dealt. She tried not to react to the unpromising situation. What a shame. Judging by the goofy grin Tommy was wearing, she didn’t have a chance of seeing him in his birthday suit this time around. Geez, Tommy—you have no poker face at all! Ken didn’t look especially thrilled with his hand, but she never could tell with him.
*
Ken brushed his bangs out of his eyes as he perused his cards. Not bad—he could probably win
