SWNOVELS Pucking Sweet: Chapter 42
I don’t even get to voice my concern before Colton strips his shirt off in the middle of the bar to the wild cheers of the crowd. Laughing, he twirls it around his head. Then he’s handing it over to me, stealing a kiss as he does.
Lukas is right behind me, his hand on my hip. They’re comfortable together. They’re excited. God help me, I think they really want this. They want to share me. Heart on fire, I tip up on my toes and brush a quick kiss to Colton’s lips. Arching back, I steal one from Lukas too, ignoring the wolf whistles and surprised squeals. “Right,” I say. “Let’s win this stupid thing.”
“That’s my girl,” Lukas says. “Someone get us a pen,” he shouts down the bar.
I tug Colton’s old Winter Classic tee on over my head. It’s still warm, hanging on me like a dress. I stretch my arms around my back inside the shirt to unhook my bra top. Once it’s loose, I stuff my arms through the T-shirt holes and pull my top out through the neck. Grinning, I hand it over to Colton.
Everyone in the bar watches as he receives it gallantly, slipping the halter on over his neck. The bachelorette party goes wild as he does a little shimmy, the shiny pink beads glinting in the bar lights. The top is practically a necklace on him. “That’s one,” he calls out to more cheers.
“Come here, Popsicle.” Lukas turns me around and holds out a pen. “Draw a dick on me.”
“What?”
“That’s the next easiest one in the row,” he explains, tapping the bingo square. “Look, it says ‘draw a penis on someone.’ Well, I’m someone. So, draw.”
Smiling, I take the pen. “I’m not much of an artist,” I warn.
“I don’t think that matters in this game,” Colton says at my back. He slips his hands up under his shirt, palming my bare skin. Every touch sets me aflame.
I fight a shiver, searching Lukas’s colorful ink. He’s got so many large pieces, and they all connect—a reaper crowned in flowers, a dagger piercing a heart, an inky black scorpion. “There’s no spot for it,” I say, twisting his arm around.
“Do it over here.” He lifts his other arm and taps on a blank space on the outside of his forearm alongside an Anubis figure.
With very poor precision, I freehand a cock and balls, even adding a few sprinkles to the ball sac for cartoonish hair. “There,” I say, capping the pen. “I think I did at least as well as a twelve-year-old boy.”
They both laugh, and I toss the pen down on the bar. “That’s two,” I call out.
The bachelorette girls cheer some more.
“Yeah, Poppy!”
“Look at you go!”
Lukas brushes a kiss to my forehead. “Now we really get to have some fun.”
Stuffing all my anxiety in a box, I jump into the game with both feet. “Let’s do it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I say on a laugh, gasping as Colton’s hands sweep up to cup my breasts. “God.” I arch into him, pushing his hands down. “Let’s just do the next thing before I burst into flames.”
“Way ahead of you.” Lukas finally loses the pink boa and pulls his shirt off, tossing it down on a bar stool. Turning to the crowd, he cups his mouth and shouts, “Body shots!”
Apparently, we’re combining bingo squares. “Tequila shots” and “Do a shot off a guy’s abs” are now a two-for-one special. Lukas hops onto the bar as the crowd presses in behind us, eager to watch. The bartender hands him a lime wedge as he lies back, flexing those delicious ab muscles.
“Have you ever done a body shot before?” Colton says in my ear.
“No. Are you kidding me?”
“She needs some salt,” he calls over to the bartender. Then he’s pushing me forward. “Lick his neck.”
My body is one raw nerve as I bend over the bar and lick Lukas’s neck. The bartender dusts salt on the spot.
“Let’s do this,” Lukas calls, popping the lime wedge in his mouth.
The bartender pulls out a bottle of tequila and pours a measure of the amber liquid into Lukas’s naval.
“Lick the salt, drink the shot, then take the lime,” Colton explains, giving me a little push.
“Get it, Poppy!”
“Suck him good!”
I smile down at Lukas. He’s grinning like the devil around his wedge of lime. Flicking my hair back, I sweep it up with both hands, holding it away from my face. I keep one hand on my fistful of hair as I brush my other up his leg from knee to thigh. Bending over the bar, I lick the salt off his neck. Then I slide down and suck the tequila from his skin, teasing him with my tongue. It’s a riot of flavor, all sweet and sharp.
Lukas groans, trying to hold still as I let my hand slip a little higher up his thigh.
“Now the lime,” Tina shouts. “Yeah, get it girl!”
Brushing my lips over his abs, I lower my face to claim the lime from his mouth. As soon as the tart wedge touches my teeth, I give it a squeeze, letting a burst of citrus coat my tongue. Standing up straight, I pop the lime wedge into my hand, laughing as I wipe the drippy juice from my chin.
Lukas sits up in a flash and hops off the bar. Cupping my face with both hands, he pulls me forward, burying his tongue in my mouth. I’m lost to his kiss as he steals every last taste of the tequila shot from my lips. The room is spinning as we break apart.
“That’s two more,” Colton calls out to the room. Then he grabs my hand. Walking backward, he moves with the music in a little shuffle step. He’s still wearing my beaded pink top like a necklace, which lets his dark skin shine under the flashing lights. He leads me over to where some of the others are dancing. Maggie and Olivia found themselves partners while Violet dances with Bianca, Lemon, and Giselle. Chutney is making out with a man in the corner. I glance over to the bar to see Tina watching me, a smile on her face, beer in hand.
Turning my attention back to Colton, I wrap my hands around his neck, swaying with him. “What are we doing now?” I call out.
Lukas folds himself in against my back, his shirt back in place. “Next bingo square says you have to dance with a couple.”
I laugh, swaying my hips to the beat as they both put their hands on me. “I think the game makers had a different kind of couple in mind.”
“Well, playing by the rules of dishonor, this still works,” Lukas says, nipping at my earlobe.
Oh, yeah. This works.
I lose myself to the music and the feel of their roving hands as the first notes of Dua Lipa’s “Dance The Night” fade in. All around us, the bachelorette party girls erupt with excited cheers. Colton takes my hand and steps back, spinning me under and in. I land against him with a laugh, palms flat on his bare chest.
“I can’t dance in these crazy shoes,” I say, praying I don’t step on his foot.
“Just move the rest of your body, then.” Hands on my hips, he bends at the knees, rocking with me. I keep one hand on his bare chest, wrapping the other around Lukas’s neck to reel him in closer. I want the feel of them both sharing my skin. I don’t want air. I don’t want space. I just want them. I want more of this, and I never want it to stop.
Lukas tucks himself in behind me, rocking with us until I can feel his hard cock grinding against my ass. He sweeps my hair aside, kissing my neck. “You ready to win this game?”
I shiver, looking into Colton’s dark eyes. They glitter with the light of the twirling disco ball. “What do I have to do?”
“Get a dick pic,” he replies. “Which can be accomplished while you give a hand job.”
I shake my head, unable to stifle my laugh. “If you think I’m gonna do that right here in the middle of this dance floor, you’re both crazy. Olivia can keep her money.”
Lukas cups my breasts over the shirt, pinching my nipples until I gasp. “We have a fix for any more public displays of indecency.”
“And what’s that?”
“The last box to check,” he teases. “The only other one you need for double bingo.”
I turn in their arms, facing Lukas. “And which one is that?”
His smile is blinding as he leans in. “Three minutes in heaven.”
I go still, heart racing. Are we really doing this?
Hell yes.
Feeling like a powerful goddess, I take their hands and lead them away from the dancers, angling toward the bathroom. I make a quick stop by Tina at the bar.
“Having fun?” she calls over the music.
“Tons,” I reply, adrenaline flooding me.
“And just where are you three going?”
I hold her gaze and grin. “To win double bingo. Give me your purse.”
She slides it over. It takes me all of two seconds to find what I’m looking for. Pulling out a sample packet of cinnamon bun-flavored lube, I hold it up between two fingers. “I’m taking this.”
She smiles from ear to ear. “Yeah, you are. Go get some.”
I hand her back her purse. “Cunt block the others while I’m gone, yeah? No one is winning bingo tonight but me.”
Tina shakes her head, smiling like a proud mama bear. “Who are you, and what have you done with Poppy St. James?”
“Don’t worry about what I’ve done,” I tease. “Just be jealous of what I’m about to do.”
“You’re my hero,” she calls as I walk away, my guys hot on my heels.