Chapter 16

 

Sammi

10:17 PM FRIDAY

 

Lock flips over his two cards with a smile that Mysti would say is ‘as wide as a Texas mile.’

“Full house, mate.”

The Thai man across the table is cursing and throwing his cards down on the table.

I should be upset that I’ve lost, but I’m not.

All the money on the table is going toward one thing, anyway.

A big diamond to go on my finger.

It’s why we’re here in some surprisingly ritzy underground gambling den.

Liam told us that he knew the best place in Bangkok to get our card shark on and make some easy money.

Easy money means big ring.

Hell, I’m not even a big ring kind of woman. The size of the ring has never mattered to me. Yet tonight I feel like it’s time to go big or go home.

It’s so unlike me—which is more than likely because of all the booze in me—to be this way. Hell, I’m so fucking giddy right now that I could explode.

Got rid of some rotten Eggs—pun intended—and traded up to a hunky Aussie with a body sculpted from marble and the cock of my dreams.

Tonight is the best fucking night I’ve ever had.

I lean across the table and give Lock a view down my dress while he’s grabbing his winnings off the table.

It takes him a second to realize, but when he sees me leaning over the green felt, I swear I hear his cock stiffen and hit the bottom of the table.

“You know, Sams. Since it’s just us playing. How about we up the stakes a little, yeah?”

Oh, I like the sound of this.

“What do you have in mind?”

He’s looking at me with his dreamy ocean blue eyes like I’m the only other person in the universe right now.

It makes me feel like this is the real deal. Hell, it’s got me feeling like butterflies are riding roller coasters in my stomach.

Though that last bit could be all the cobra tequila we’ve been drinking.

“Let’s throw in some extra favors to be added to the pile with each bet, yeah?

Oh, I love the sound of this.

“Sexual favors?”

He’s leaning back in his seat, and I see the wheels turning in his head.

His hand slides across the table and grabs the lit cigarette sitting untouched in the ashtray. My pussy fucking throbs, and I feel like I’m about to cum right there when I see him lick his lips and slide the cigarette between them.

I grab the carton of Thai cigarettes and light myself a smoke. That first taste of nicotine, and I feel this wave of euphoria wash over me. We haven’t even fucked—since arriving to this gambling den, that is—and I feel like I’m desperate need of that post-sex cigarette.

Here’s the fucking kicker:

I don’t smoke.

Tried it once in university. Hated it.

Right now, it’s tasting like fucking bliss, though.

Liam yells in excitement across the room.

“Ooohhhh. Good job, babe. Keep this up, and we’ll be able to buy the place,” Becky cheers him on.

I’m taking a long drag off the cigarette as I turn to look over at them.

Becky is sitting in Liam’s lap with her arms around his neck and her tongue down his throat.

They really are a great couple. Becky has never been so happy.

Liam’s opponents don’t look all that happy that they’re losing, though. Unlike Becky, they look like they’re pissed.

Doesn’t look like they realize that Liam has been hustling them and counting cards the entire time.

They say a sucker is born every minute. And Liam is taking to task five of them right now.

I turn my eyes back to Lock, and he’s checking out my tits.

I don’t blame him for it. In this dress and in this lighting, they look fucking amazing. I mean, they’re amazing anyway, of course, but they really pop right now.

“You ready to play?”

I’m ready to fuck! But I’ll play along for now.

“Deal ‘em out.”

Honestly, I’m horrible at fucking cards. The only reason I’ve done any good tonight is because I’ve been able to distract the other players with my tits.

Like I said, they really pop in this dress and lighting.

Lock is a different story. He’s not so easily distracted.

And he knows all my tells.

I get my two cards, and I lift them up just enough to peek at what I got.

It’s shit.

A fucking three of clubs and a nine of diamonds.

He throws down a couple clay chips of different colors into the middle of the table.

I don’t bother to pay attention to how much it is. It’s all for show at this point.

“I’ll throw in tongue on clit action on top of that bet.”

Now the real betting has started.

I throw down a couple of chips.

I like how they sound when they strike each other.

“I’ll throw in a hand job.”

It’s low stakes, but it is only the opening bet.

A smirk comes across Lock’s face that only looks sexier through the haze of smoke between us. He’s plotting something.

He flips over three cards.

A two of hearts.

No good.

A jack of clubs.

Still does shit to help me.

A queen of clubs.

And another useless card.

The bright side is that Lock doesn’t look all that happy with the cards himself.

But then why is he smirking like the Devil owes him a favor?

He brings his hand up from under the table and lifts the cigarette from his lips.

There’s a click in the back of my mind, and now I know why he’s smirking.

My cunt is dripping wet, knowing that he’s been hands on with himself while we play. My panties are doing nothing to hold it back. I feel myself dripping down my thigh and onto the seat.

Fuck this. No more games.

“I’m all in. And if you win. I’ll let you titty-fuck me.”

He leans across the felt table—through the haze of smoke—and I see the muscles of his arms bulging through his shirt. I’m almost convinced the fabric is going to rip from the strain.

Lock looks me dead in the eyes, and I bite down on my lower lip. I do everything I can to fight back the urge to just have him fuck me right now on the table in front of everyone.

But now he knows I’m bluffing.

Fuck it. I don’t care anymore.

I want—I need—to have his cock again. I need to feel it in my hands, in my mouth, between my tits, and—most importantly—in my soaking, aching, throbbing cunt

He tosses over the last two cards on the table.

Ace of spades and a king of hearts.

Both of which are fucking useless for me. But I had no chance of winning anyway.

“Show me what you’ve got.” His voice sounds as smooth as thirty-year-old scotch.

And I know he tastes just as good, too.

He doesn’t even offer a counter bet. He doesn’t need to. Lock knows he is going to have me.

And it’s going to be fucking glorious.

He flips over his cards.

He’s got two queens in his hand to match the one on the table.

I had no fucking chance.

I flip over mine. I’ve got shit, but we knew that already.

He stands up from the table. The end of the cigarette in his mouth glows a bright shade of red.

“Ooops. Looks like I’ve lost.” I bat my eyelashes at him like I’m some innocent college girl.

We both know I’m not, but I can see his cock twitch underneath his pants when I do it.

He puts out his cigarette, and I put out mine.

Lock’s rough hands take mine, and I’m pulled up out of my seat.

His eyes notice the small puddle on the faux leather.

I hear this hushed growl come from his lips. It’s like lust and desire in a single noise.

Everything in my body from the tits down clenches.

If he makes that fucking noise again, my ovaries are going to explode like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

He pulls me away from the table. It seems that neither one of us give a shit about the pile of chips we leave behind.

The chips. The money. The ring. None of that matters right now.

Clothes need to come off, and I need to feel him.

We pass by Mysti and her ladyboy. I give the two a quick look. Mysti is losing money fast. She’s pouting and whining—which is usual when things don’t go her way—but her new companion is trying to keep her spirits up.

Percy is sitting on the lap of some old Thai guy in a pricey-looking suit. I don’t catch much of what they’re talking about, but I’m pretty sure that the guy is offering Percy money to marry him.

Like a lot of money.

Like seven figures kind of money.

The most important thing about it all is that they are so wrapped up in their own little worlds that it will give Lock and me some time alone without them barging in on us.

Lock and I find ourselves in the back of the gambling den.

“In here.”

He pulls back this sheer curtain, and my eyes feast upon this tiny hooka den. There are throw pillows everywhere, there’s a small velvet loveseat with no arms, and—of course—a small table with a fancy glass bong on it that’s ready to be used.

We shut the curtain behind us and make it about half a step before we crash into each other’s arms.

Lock’s hands slip down over my back, and he grabs my ass with authority.

Our tongues slide against each other’s.

It’s a mix of Singha, cobra tequila, and cigarettes all rolled into one. Most days it would be enough to make me want to vomit.

Tonight, it’s the sexiest fucking taste to ever exist. Next to his cock, anyway.

I’m lifted up into his arms. They make me feel safe and horny all at the same time. It’s quite the dichotomy.

I feel weightless for a moment as he tosses me down onto the velvet couch. It gives way under my weight, and its softness feels amazing on my skin.

Before me, Lock is undoing his pants.

I slide the straps of my dress down over my shoulders and bare myself to him.

The sound of his zipper coming undone has my mouth watering.

The sight of his cock, throbbing before me, makes me lick my lips in hunger.

“Time to pay up.”

Fucking gladly.