Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
My car comes to a quick stop right off the tarmac. He finishes, then goes to the parking lot. Once out of his car, he heads toward me. He looks down to see my jeans still undone. I make no attempt to fix it because they’re about to come off anyway.
“How did that feel?” I ask. “Was it as good for you as it was for me, baby?”
He just shakes his head at me, shoving his sweaty hair back from his face.
“Next time, I’ll bring the lube. Don’t wanna hurt you too bad,” I joke.
He comes to a stop, tilting his head. “You gay, Grave?”
I smirk. “Homophobic, Jimmy? It’s 2020. Aren’t we past that?”
“I think you have a crush on me,” he mutters, disgust dripping off his words.
I smile at him and throw my arm over his shoulders, pulling him into my side. He stiffens. “I’ll fuck anything with a hole, sweetheart. Why don’t you get on your knees and open that mouth for me?” My free hand comes up and touches his lips.
“Fuck you, man!” he snaps and shoves me away. He digs into his pocket and tosses a wad of hundred-dollar bills at me.
“Aw, come on. Making it rain?” I ask, and he turns his back to me, walking away. “Don’t you wanna see what else I can do for a stack of hundreds?”
“Fuck you, man,” he shouts, flipping me the bird over his shoulder.
I laugh as I pick up the money from the ground.
“Grave!”
I spin around to see Lucy running toward me. Her legs wobble, like a baby fawn not knowing how to walk just yet as her heels take on the gravel, but I find it cute that she tries for me. I bend down and pick her up at the same time she jumps into my arms. Wrapping my arms around her, I spin us around.
“You won!” she says excitedly.
“Did you ever doubt me?” I ask with an arch of my brow.
She shakes her head. “Never! Now what does the king want from his queen?”
“Well, for starters, you can finish what you started before I had to run off.”
She jumps out of my arms, grabs my hands, and is yanking me back to my parked car.
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The smoke fills the small room reserved for high rollers. I sit at the blackjack table inside the Airport. The Mason brothers don’t actually own a hotel and casino like the Kings and I do. They’re more of an underground, off the books type of gambling ring. Due to Nevada laws, this is the only place I’m able to gamble at. Being part owner of a casino has its cons. So when I have the need to blow some money, I come here.
A cigar to my right and a rum and Coke to my left. Lucy stands behind me. After she sucked my dick in my car, we decided to go inside and play for a little bit. I was on a high from winning the race. Why stop then?
The dealer hands me a new card and I inwardly cuss. Twenty-two. I fold my cards and he takes the five grand in chips I had sitting out.
“How much longer?” she whispers, leaning over to speak into my ear. “I need to...”
“Go ahead,” I tell her.
She gives me a kiss on the cheek and then heads off to the women’s bathroom.
“Mind if I ask how much your date is?” the guy sitting next to me asks.
I look over at him. He smiles at me. His dark eyes crinkle at the corners. He looks over and watches as she sashays her ass in those tiny shorts. I’m not the jealous type. Never have been. Plus, Lucy doesn’t belong to me.
“Too rich for you,” I answer with a smile. He’s betting between five and twenty dollars a hand.
He laughs and then begins to have a coughing fit—like a smoker. “Son, back in the day, you could get a blow job for fifty cents.”
“No shit?” I laugh.
He nods before taking a drag from his cigar and blowing it out. The smell of cinnamon fills the air. “Women back then were much more enthusiastic. I was in the Navy. Fleet week...” He trails off with a whistle.
I bet they were. I pick up my cards and look them over with a smile. I choose one to put down.
I feel her more than see her return to stand behind me. The dealer places the card down, and I jump in my seat. “Woohoo!” I won.
Placing my cigar between my lips, I sit up and dig into my pocket. I pull out five one hundred-dollar bills and hold them out to her. “Go play your favorite machine.” Lucy isn’t a girl you have to buy. No, she gives that shit up for free. But I don’t mind sharing.