Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
After shifting his focus back to my neck like peppering my skin with kisses is more vital than maintaining his championship, Cash murmurs, “Then you’ll have no worries with Kamil checking the deck.”
Vivienne scoffs and pffts before she eventually barks out, “Why do you care so much that she lost? She doesn’t belong here. She isn’t one of us.”
I want to kill her when her question removes Cash’s lips from my neck, but I leave the task up to Cash since his reply cuts down her attitude to a measly two percent. “The fact you haven’t realized that’s why I like her shows how stupid you are. She isn’t you. That’s what makes her perfect.”
She gasps like he slapped her across the face before she shoots out of her chair like a rocket and makes a beeline for the exit.
I watch her dramatic exodus with my heart in my throat before dropping my eyes to Cash. He winks and grins at me before shifting his focus to Kamil. “You need a new deck. That one is tainted.”
Kamil curses under his breath when he spreads the card across the felt-covered wood and discovers additional cards, most notably, an extra king.
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
Cash tucks a strand of hair that fell during the almost dislocation of my neck to give his lips plenty of room to explore behind my ear before saying, “You had it covered.” I barely scoff for half a second before he adds, “Until you let her think she’s better than you.”
“She is better than me.”
My reply is barely a murmur, but Cash must hear it because my backside doesn’t get an inch off his lap before he pulls me back down.
I assume he is about to lecture me on why I’m more like Einstein than I will ever admit, but I get the shock of my life when he murmurs, “If you don’t want people knowing the ‘little incident’ you referred to the other week isn’t so little, you need to play the rest of your hands on my lap.”
When I peer at him, lost and confused, he flattens his hand across my thigh, increasing the throb between my legs, before he yanks me back so I’m swamped by his body. Except this time, there’s a noticeable difference.
A big one.
He’s hard.
I could get excited. I could act all regal and snobbish, but since some of what Cash said to Vivienne sounded honest, I just be me. “Do you need me to find you another fire hydrant? Or are you happy to wait for the dog to be done with the one out front?”
Cash’s chuckles are so vibrating, they make the situation ten times worse. As do the words he speaks next, “That one has been a little overworked, so I think I might just have to use your outfit for inspiration again tonight.”
My cheeks inflame, but it has nothing on the heat that roars through me when I realize our exchange is being eyeballed by more than a handful of random strangers.
Kamil is right up in the action as well.
When it dawns on him that his watch has been busted, he commences dealing the final game.
“You can’t honestly expect me to play while sitting on Cash’s lap.”
“Why not?” Kamil asks while winking at Cash like he’ll always have his back. “From what I heard, you’ve got him at a disadvantage.”
Like a perfectly timed skit, Cash’s cock flexes, and I cave like the virgin I am. “I fold. I’m done. You win.”
This time, when I slip off Cash’s lap, he lets me go.
Regretfully.
Chapter 20
Cash
The trophy that’s been a part of my fraternity longer than I’ve been born is returned to the mantel while Crew, Kamil’s twin brother from another mother, says, “If you think Kam will let you engrave your name onto the plague after you cheated, you have another thing coming.”
“I didn’t cheat.”
He waits for me to spin around and face him before arching a dark brow. “You were counting cards.”
I pfft him. “I didn’t play a hand, so why would I count the cards?”
“Because poker is about probabilities and percentages. All things she taught you.” He nudges his head to McKayla during the ‘she’ part of her statement.
Since her belly is alcohol-free, she’s not doing the sprinkler like she did last month. However, she is still carving up the dance floor with moves that should never be seen in public.
My father would be so proud.
“But since she’s also teaching you to pull your head out of your ass, he may let it slide.” My eyes drift back to Crew when he says, “How about we propose to Kam that tonight was a practice run, and we’ll have the real event next week to celebrate the season opener?”
When I lift my chin, agreeing with his suggestion, he pats my back, proud I don’t want to go down in history as a cheater.