Page 51 of Wyatt
“We playin’ with real money?” Beck asks. “Or is this just a practice round?”
Sally turns her head to look at me.
“Your call, Sally.”
Her gaze flicks to my mouth. “I’m feeling lucky. Let’s play for money.”
“She’s living dangerously tonight,” Duke says with a smile.
Reaching down to give my thigh a squeeze, Sally replies to Duke, “Your brother is rubbing off on me.”
I slip my hand inside my pocket. My fingertips meet with Sally’s upper thigh through the fabric of my trousers, and without me having to say a word, she lifts her ass a little so I can dig out my money clip. I use my other hand—the one I still have on her hip—to guide her back onto my lap when I’m done. She leans forward, setting her elbows on the table as she considers our hand, pressing her ass into my lap, just how I like it.
I bite back a growl. I’m so turned on by this woman—so fucking attracted to her—that I literally have to count cards in an effort not to get a hard-on, even though you can only count cards when you’re playing blackjack. Whatever. Focusing on the cards is the distraction I need right now.
I’m just stunned by the lack of awkwardness between us. This kind of silent communication—how our bodies automatically work in tandem, howgoodhers feels pressed against mine—is so hot that I must black out for a full beat. Next thing I know, the table is going through a round of raises and calls.
Sally leans back so I can see our cards after the flop, or the revealing of the first three communal cards. She turns her head, her nose nearly brushing mine as she holds her hand over her mouth and whispers conspiratorially, “So we have a two pair, right?”
“Right,” I murmur, mentally begging my dick to behave as a wash of heat moves through me at the hint of cinnamonon her breath. I know—Iknow—her mouth would taste so, so sweet.
She’d taste sweet everywhere.
“What’s our move? You think we play it safe or go for the glory and raise it big in case we get a queen of hearts?”
Of course she’s a fast learner. And of course she ain’t afraid to risk it all.
I dig my fingers into her hip. “You’re good at this.”
“I had a great teacher.”
“That so?”
“Earth to Team PDA,” Duke says. “Y’all gonna bet or what?”
Sally wags her brows. “I say we go for it.”
“I say I like that plan.”
“Sorry if I lose all your money.” Sally sits up and pushes more chips into the pot.
I resist the urge to hold her down while I pump my hips upward.I got some ideas on how you can work off that debt.
We get a three of spades. Shit card. I can tell by the way Sally falls back against me that she’s about to give us away. Nudging the brim of my hat back with my knuckle, I lean in. Stop just short of skimming my lips over the bare skin of Sally’s neck, right where it slopes into her shoulder.
“You don’t play the cards,” I murmur. “You play the table.”
I watch her roll her lips between her teeth before she runs her tongue along the fullness of her bottom lip. I realize it’s her tell. She’s thinking.
And then she twists her torso so that she’s sitting up a little, our eyes meeting. She lazily reaches up and thumbs the side of my mouth, like she’s wiping something away.
My blood surges.
She smiles. Turns her attention back to the table just long enough to throw another bill into the pot before turning back to me. “Raise.”
Lord above, she’s playing the fucking table, flirting with me to distract everyone from how terrible our hand is.
She’s biting her lip, raking her eyes over my face. “I really do like the new hat, Wy.”