Page 51 of Southpaw Slots
“Yeah…that.” We haven’t gotten to just exist. And, well, I think I’m falling deeper in love with her now that we don’t have to hide. There’s just her brute of a brother I still have to deal with.
“Are you still going up north?” she asks suddenly, her big brown eyes bashful, as if she’s trying to be sly with her question.Whyis she asking me this and why now? I thought I told her the reason when she saw me coming from up there…
My finger strokes her cheek that flushes pink when I do. “Why are you asking me that? I told you. I have to do drops up that way.” Maybe it’s the popcorn, but my belly feels full of lead.
"I just worry about Strauss and you being up that way. That’s it.” But the look on her face says that’snotwhat she’s worried about.
Turning the questions back on her, I ask, “What do you and Asa do when I’m not here, huh? What are you two spending all day doing?”
She looks a bit taken aback and sits up more, but I continue my hold on her. “Well, for a few mornings, I tried to teach him to cook, but I don’t know much either. Chef got mad at us and banned us from the kitchen. Asa taught me pinnacle and we played several hands, but I’m convinced he cheats. I still haven’t figured out how, though. I had him show me the finances for the casino and we’ve been going over some of that. Someone came to fix the Escalade yesterday, and I watched while telling Asa what you taught me about engines. Then after lunch, we usually go to the pool to cool off and fall asleep on the floats. We shower just in time for you to get home.” Her little shoulders shrug, and I believe her.
The two of them get to play together all day and I feel like I’m missing out on a lot. But the fact she wants to keep me in the loop, not leave me out of anything, makes me feel a bit better. Lacing my fingers through her hair, I pull her onto my chest, and she wraps her arms around me.
When he comes around the corner, seeing us cozied up, Ace smiles like a fucking model, then grabs the bottom of his white undershirt, and throws it aside before stripping off his pants, leaving himself in full commando. Unlike Ari, though, he folds his clothes and sets them on the edge before leaping over the back and settling on the other side of her.
“Hey, empress,” he says, giving her a kiss, stroking back some of her hair.
“Hey, handsome. How was the casino?”
“It’s looking great. Everything’s running smoothly. Well, as smooth as Kline can do. What are we watching?”
Ari lifts her chin and asks me, “What do you want?”
After his willingness to allow me to date his wife, I want him to make these kinds of decisions. I’m still a guest, despite how much Ari wants to treat me like I’m part of the family. No matter how much I want to be. And something seemed to change between the hot tub and now. I don’t hate him anymore. “Uh, I guess I’ll let the man of the house pick.”
Ace clears his throat and says, “Oh. Well, thank you, but you live here, too. It’s just as much your choice. I haven’t been here in forever. You can decide.”
“Thank you, Ace.”
“You’re welcome, Wyatt.”
Reaching over to the tray, I hand him an open bottle of Guinness and a glass. “I got these for you.”
“Oh, wow. Thank you so much. Very kind of you?—”
Arianna sits up, her head on a swivel, watching us converse until she snaps, “What in the actual fuck is going on?”
Scratching my forehead, I hope she doesn’t press things. I blew my load in Ace’s mouth. It was fucking weird. He knows it. I know it. And I’m sure neither ofus wants to discuss it. Especially how much I fucking enjoyed it. Fuck, now my dick is raging hard.
“What do you mean, sugar?” he asks.
“I mean, you two are never thispoliteto each other. Is it because you sucked his dick?”
A huge exhale flaps his lips as Ace releases an exasperated sound. And I gasp with a slight chuckle, but my cheeks heat up. “What? I-I…” Instead of pouring his bottle, he drinks straight from it, ending his sentence there.
Ari’s head whips around to face me. “Is it?”
“Listen, vix. It was, um. It was just unexpected. I guess things like this happen when there’re two guys involved, maybe. I don’t know.” Rubbing my hands forcefully over my shaved head, I murmur, “Fuck, this is awkward.”
“Yeah, what he said,” Ace agrees, then shoves a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
“Fine.” Ari stands and adjusts her tiny shorts, where half of her ass cheeks hangs out. “I know how to fix it, then.”
Daring to dart a glance over to the man, Ace does the same and we quickly depart gazes. “What’s that, vixen?”
“Wyatt, I want you to give Asa a blowjob.”
The desperate noises that leave our mouths in unison make a little smile form on her lips. Even as she says it, though, it’s like we both know it’s going tohappen. How can someone so tiny create such a force without moving?