Spring Break and Stranded at a Cabin with Eight Men, Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When the evening hour hit, Layla glanced around the room in anticipation. It was the witching hour. The beers started appearing and the drinking games started. Layla was ready to pound as many beers as the men to keep up, and she was determined not to fall asleep this time and miss the fun. She certainly could not waste this oasis in her life. She’d never get a chance like this ever again. A house full of men was a gift from somewhere in the universe and she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to take full advantage to let her sexuality claim land in it.

“How about strip poker and porn?” These were thoughts she often had in her life, but never said, except to Marla.

All eight men swiveled to stare at her, most with amused and licentious expressions, but none with distaste. She loved surprising them.

“I’m in,” Heath said cheerfully. “I’ll get it going.”

Layla realized strip poker would be short for her with no panties on and no socks either. She had only three moves to make. “Though I’m horrible at poker,” she admitted.

Devon grinned through an extended chuckle. “I’ll deal. Who’s in?” He met her gaze with a raised eyebrow.

Even Charlie seemed to be in a festive mood. Likely it was because he’d just legit gotten laid by her for the first time. He’d not stopped sending her those little secretive glances, which she’d happily returned.

“This is going to...