Page 3 of Winning the Dad
Sawyer seemed equally flustered, ordering Tim to hit him with a card when he had seventeen. “Fuck.” Sawyer sighed when Tim gave him an eight. “Wasn’t paying attention.”
Tim grinned. “Not to the cards, at least.”
“What brings you to Vegas?” Sawyer asked me. “Work?”
“Nah, I own a bar back home. I’m here for my son.” No way was I telling him my son was getting married. That made me sound old, for fuck’s sake. “And you? You seem dressed for work.”
“This is my usual fit, I’m afraid. I’m an attorney and am so used to wearing suits I rarely dress in anything else.”
“I can’t remember the last time I wore one. At my sister’s wedding, maybe?”
“This fits you.” Sawyer gave me another thorough look and licked his lips. Oh, he was good. That simple gesture shot straight to my dick. “Anyway, I’m here for a wedding, but I decided to come a day early and have some fun.”
“What kind of fun are you looking for?” Jesus, I couldn’t believe the sultry tone I had pulled off. Deep throat-worthy.
“The X-rated kind, of course.”
“Oh my god, if you two don’t cut it out, I’m gonna spontaneously combust.” Tim fanned himself again. “You’re so hot together. Like a Daddy sandwich I’d love to be in the middle of.”
I snorted. The kid was a riot.
“Sorry, sweet cakes, but you’re not my type.” Sawyer laughed. “I like my men well-seasoned…and built like they can handle it rough.”
My mouth ran dry, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. My brain conjured up images of Sawyer and me, like snapshots that flicked through my vision. Kissing, fighting for domination, rubbing against each other, and…
Fucking.
Me fucking him into the mattress, a hand around his throat, pinning him down. And Sawyer taking it, moaning every time I slammed my cock into him. It was…
“Jack,” Sawyer said in that tone people used when it wasn’t the first time they’d called your name.
I blinked. “What?”
“You have blackjack.”
I did? I did. Oops. Tim wasn’t making any efforts to hide his amusement as I sheepishly collected my winnings and placed a new bet so he could deal again.
“My shift is ending in a minute,” Tim said. “It’s been a blast with you two. If you’re still here tomorrow, I’m gonna need an update, and don’t be afraid to share all the details, okay?”
Oh my god, I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or be embarrassed as fuck—the latter was not an experience that happened often anymore. Thank fuck, at my age.
Sawyer grinned. “Will do, sweet cakes.”
When the new dealer arrived, we both tipped Tim some chips. “Do you want to…?” Sawyer made a vague gesture that could’ve meant anything.
“Yes.” I didn’t care what the question was. The answer was yes.
We got up, collected our chips, and left the table. “Where do you want to go?” Sawyer asked.
“No preference.”
“My room?”
“Yes.” Another easy question.
We walked to the elevators, and I took the opportunity to check Sawyer out again. What was it about this man that made my heart beat faster?
“I wasn’t sure if you played for my team.” Sawyer pushed the button for his floor.