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iam soothed his frustration in the next round, in which he slammed a blackjack down from the get-go—and he did slam it when revealing the hidden ace beneath his Ten of Hearts. That earned him some suspicion, but he hadn’t cheated. He intended to deal a clean game, regardless of how things played out. In this, like with the tennis match, he wouldn’t budge.

“The stars must also want to see your shirts come off,” Liam said. “And they’re going to get their chance. Three points and three points. Take ‘em off.”

“He’s an entirely different person when playing cards, isn’t he?” Victoria said to Anna.

The younger woman nodded. “Truly.”

He just waved at them to hurry up and give him more of the sight he’d loved seeing for most of the day. Upon the discarding of their shirts, he greedily drank in the sight of the two bustiest women in their group. Victoria was a size up on Anna, yet they were both so incredibly voluptuous. So incredibly gorgeous.

Victoria and Anna shared another look—right before they balled up their shirts and flicked them at the exaggerated gape he’d stuck on his face. He caught Anna’s, but Victoria’s reached its destination. From behind the fabric, which he could even partially see through, he saw Anna hide a smile.

That’s good, Liam reminded himself. Her comfort was everything. Her enjoyment was everything. The same was true for Victoria, of course, but he wasn’t worried about her pulling back, getting cold feet.

“Now, you’re at zero points,” Victoria noted.

“Not for long,” Liam said.

And while that proved true, it took him a while to get to the next set of six points he wanted. Before he needed to worry about that, however, Victoria reached three points. And then she held onto them.

“Copycats,” Liam accused.

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery,” Anna said, grinning.

“Nothing sincere going on here,” he said, regathering the cards on the table.

Anna continued to grin as he shuffled a hand that would see both him and Victoria ultimately busting—so, one more point for the younger woman. It was something he noticed, something a little unique. It wasn’t that she was in a wonderful mood, laughing and enjoying herself. He’d seen plenty of that before. Nor was it just that it was happening right now, while they played a game that would hopefully see all of them wearing nothing at all.

It was that both those things stayed true. The unease and embarrassment seemed completely ousted, evaporated from her shoulders because of… something.

It took Liam a round or two, both ending in wins for him, bringing him closer to the six points he needed, to realize what it was.

Who it was.

It’s you, Liam thought, looking at Victoria.

It was because of what she’d done to make all this happen, yes, but it was also her reputation. Her consistency. That was the rock, the reliability, that allowed Anna to stay relaxed and jovial.

With Avril, a part of Anna—a part of anyone who knew the provocative redhead—always worried about a possible escalation. Even when having a great time with her best friend, there was always that tiny chance that a new idea—usually, a debaucherous one—would cause her eyes to light up. Avril was really good at keeping the momentum building. She was a crescendo in human form.

And for someone who wasn’t always ready to switch between jogging and sprinting at the drop of a hat, Liam could understand Anna’s wavering emotional state. A little bit of wariness always hung around, especially when she let herself be roped into situations like this one.

But Victoria wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t alter the script out of the blue, changing the story from a romance into a thriller. She wouldn’t let spontaneity dictate her decisions. Indeed, everything about tonight proved that Victoria had put as much thought into things as he had.

Victoria noticed him staring, and her lips curled. “You can stare all you want, Liam, but it doesn’t come off until you spend three points making me take it off.”

“It’ll happen soon enough,” he promised—a promise for them both.

“It might,” Victoria said, leaning forward in a way that made Liam stare. His heart thumped loudly. She cast her sheer stare of blue toward her partner in crime, who finished the age-old saying.

Anna smiled, continuing to look more and more comfortable with the flirting at the table, passing back and forth between them all. “It might not.”

“It has to,” Liam said, beginning the next round. “I have to see both your beautiful bodies. I will literally die if I don’t.”

“That’s very dramatic, Liam,” Anna said, smiling. She kept smiling as he passed her a pair of face cards—well, that sucked for his chances of getting her to bust this round.

“You two make me want to be dramatic,” Liam said, at least pleased that Victoria ended up with a pretty bad starting hand. Sitting at only nine total points, she’d need to play for more. Yet, his chances were pretty grim, due to Anna’s great hand. And he didn’t land anything special either, which he noted after peeking at his hidden card.

“It’s our fault?” Victoria said, gesturing for him to feed her another card. He did so, upping her total to only thirteen. She gestured again.

“You’re both devious, in your unique ways,” Liam said, passing over an ace, which Victoria was forced to convert to only granting a single point.

“I don’t think I’m devious,” Anna said.

“You did concoct a plan to draw him away from us, that one time,” Victoria noted, gesturing again for Liam to pass over another card.

“That’s not devious, though, is it?” Anna asked.

“I don’t know,” Victoria admitted. “I suppose it depends on what you did with him while you had him to yourself.”

Victoria’s hand busted on a king she received—and yes, she glared-but-didn’t-glare at him—but she quickly returned her attention to Anna. So did Liam.

“Well, probably nothing more than what you’ve done with him,” Anna said, only mildly blushing. She met Victoria’s eyes, and even though she hadn’t asked a question, it was clear it was hanging in the air.

“I haven’t gone quite as far as you might be thinking, if I’m honest,” Victoria said. “A handjob earlier today, which you obviously know about, and I’ve let him fuck my breasts. He’s actually been very focused on my pleasure, which would usually be quite shocking from someone his age.” She paused long enough for her riveting stare to drift in his direction. “But he clearly wanted to impress me with how skilled he is, so I’ll be more willing to keep being one of his women once this trip is over.”

Like Anna had done, Liam met her stare. “I know it’s worked out, too.”

“Perhaps,” Victoria said, lips curling. She nodded toward Liam’s stack of two cards. “Are you going to hit, Mister Dealer?”

He did so, ending up at eighteen—and being forced to stay there, per the dealer’s unique rules. And so, Anna received another point. Putting her, like Victoria, at three points each.

“Should we have him wait a little longer?” Anna asked. Her relaxed state was one thing, but by instinct or just because of how powerful a personality Victoria had, she was still deferring to her more often than not.

“I think he should,” Victoria said, smiling at her young ally. “See, you do know how to be a little bit devious.”

As the next round started, Liam was the only one not smiling.

They managed to stockpile up a few more points before he finally —and this had to be proof that he wasn’t cheating—made it to six points. When that finally happened, after both women busted in a round, they looked at him expectantly.

“Maybe I should wait a little longer too,” he said in a dry tone. “Imitation, flattery, all that.”

“It’s your decision,” Anna said lightly, grinning.

“But every second you wait,” Victoria added, “is another one in which you won’t get to admire our truly amazing breasts. Which, as has been previously established, you really, really love to do.”

In his pettiest moment of protest in a long time, Liam waited all of about a hundred seconds before proving Victoria right. Long enough for one more round—one that he lost to both women, having busted off some terrible luck after they stayed at seventeen and nineteen, respectively. The amusement in both women's eyes when that happened was almost enough to make Liam grit his teeth and remain silent even longer. Until he won another round or two, at least.

But he just couldn’t do it. His willpower wilted as he stared at the voluptuous figures sitting a short distance away. They were just too beautiful. And devious.

“I’m spending six points,” he said, and approval and excitement glimmered in the eyes he met. “Three for each of you. No more bikini tops. Not for the rest of the night.”

Scooting back their chairs with intentional sluggishness, causing Liam to glare, Anna and Victoria stood up. The tallest of the group, the shortest of the group, though both had an advantage over him while he remained sitting. Each looked comfortable, even excited, in their own ways.

There was Victoria’s smooth, undisputable poise, which mixed well with the curving at the corners of her mouth. Tonight’s events were far more a result of her cleverness than his own. She might expect him to pay her back at some point, and like every other time he’d been allowed to put his hands and lips against her skin, they both knew she’d enjoy calling in that favor.

Next to her, Anna’s excitement bubbled like broth in a pot, almost to the point of overflow. She was ready for this. More than that, she wanted this. This first portion of the evening had melted away her anxiousness and uncertainty. That allowed a vivacious and eager woman, practically resplendent when she smiled at him, to shine through.

And shine she did, nearly as marvelously as the stars. He smiled back, letting go of his grudge, and simply intending to enjoy the now—and what was still ahead of them. Because this version of Anna was one that Liam knew he was falling in love with.

At long last, the two gorgeous women removed the last thing in the way of him and an irreplaceable view.

Victoria could untie her bikini top, though she chose not to. It kept her in solidarity with Anna, who needed to remove hers with an upward lift. Practically in tandem, both sets of breasts appeared before his eyes, bouncing attractively once the fabric being lifted could draw them up no higher.

Side-by-side, confronted by such a marvelous view, Liam knew he needed to grab a drink. He was quickly going to get dehydrated if he ended up staring at these perfect breasts, distinct yet assuredly comparably perfect, across from him.

Victoria’s breasts were larger, though not by all that much. Anna’s set was a little rounder, though not by all that much. Both women were appreciably divine, so far as Liam was concerned. And he concerned himself quite a bit with both women’s breasts, nowadays. Since the first night of this trip, especially.

The olive-skinned professor and her much fairer-skinned student allowed him to take in his fill. Both seemed more than pleased to accept his adoring attention. They also shared more than a few looks at one another, eyes wandering in a way that made Liam’s cock even stiffer than he thought it could become. They had him where they wanted, with any thoughts other than about how incredibly desirable they were getting minced like a pile of leaves flying into a jet turbine the moment they appeared.

The lust brimming within him really had only one question, though: What was next?

Guess, it’ll be me, he realized. And then Victoria will need to reveal the next part of the game.

Thankfully, once the voluptuous women sat back down, he didn’t lose sight of very much. They’d actually be the ones who had an issue with sightseeing, he realized.

“You two are so stunning,” Liam whispered, trembling from how strongly he desired them both. “Just completely perfect in every way.”

“Thank you,” Anna said, beaming. Her continuing ease and excitement with things remained a blessing.

“Do I get those as souvenirs, too?” Liam asked, nodding to the removed tops the women held lightly.

“You can come over and take them at the same time as you remove your trunks,” Victoria said.

“Is that now?”

Victoria slid her gaze over to her ally. “Is it, Anna?”

The younger woman nodded. “It is. Three points from me.”

“Three from me,” Victoria said.

Liam kept his swimming trunks on until he was directly between the two women. There was sort of enough space for him to come around behind them, then get in between their chairs. Both women glanced over their shoulders as he positioned himself in this meaningful spot.

“Shall I, or shall you?” he asked.

Without needing to confer for even a moment, both women extended a hand, hooked a few fingers into his trunks’ waistband, and began dragging them down. The process wasn’t quick, with his cock, stiff as it was, providing most of the resistance against the very thing it wanted to occur. But neither Anna nor Victoria stopped until they removed his trunks, forcing the bulging pillar beneath to bend downward and ultimately concede.

Their breasts had bounced. His cock, well, it more sprang to attention. Directly between the staring looks of two gorgeous women, it protruded pretty much straight ahead. Lusting women, too, based on the hunger he found in even Anna’s expression.

For right now, he focused on Victoria’s lustful stare. It was the look of a woman who knew she’d struck gold, and who didn’t plan to give it up any time soon. So, she had to share. And here was further proof that she clearly didn’t mind doing so. At certain times, in certain situations, she might even prefer it.

“You can do more than just stare,” Liam said after a few more seconds of letting the women practically drool over his cock.

“Not yet, we can’t,” Victoria said to Anna. “He’s trying to skip ahead. Men really have no patience once their cock is in front of our lips, do they?”

Anna blushed furiously, yet neither she nor Victoria stopped staring at his cock. In response, Liam experienced a second fiery ignition. With a hand on the back of each woman’s head, he could help guide them both just a little closer, where their lips could then each attend to a side of his throbbing erection. That image, an image of Anna and Victoria tracing their luscious mouths over his cock, made his cock twitch exuberantly.

“I don’t even get a compliment or two?” Liam asked, voice hoarse. “Do I get to say that women are never as complimentary as men, Victoria?”

She eyed him, but only for a second. “You have a very big cock, Liam, and I love it. Your stamina is also incredible.”

Despite himself, he blushed. Victoria smirked. Her directness was viciously potent.

“I do too,” Anna said, which drew his attention immediately. Her face was bright red, yet her stare was nearly as overwrought with desire as Victoria’s. “I love it.”

Head in the clouds, Liam poured all his good feelings into his next smile. Victoria let him float there for a few seconds, only pulling him down by flipping her bikini top in his direction. Instinctively, he caught it.

“Anna,” Victoria said.

Nodding, Anna handed hers over.

“Now, back to your side of the table,” Victoria said. “Anna and I need to discuss the next part of the game. No more clothes need to come off, I think. We’re all where we want to be.”

“Just you two?” Liam said. “Don’t I get a say?”

“No.”

“House rules without the dealer’s knowledge and consent? Kind of an unusual thing.”

“I’m sure we’ll have the latter soon enough,” Victoria said.

Liam rolled his eyes but knew he couldn’t deny it. Leaving behind his swimming trunks, which Victoria scooped up from the deck. She made sure he saw her kiss the waistband as he returned to his seat. Then, using it as a barrier between him and them, the two women leaned in close and began whispering.