Page 51 of Betting Blind
That’s what Cassidy does—she works hard and shecareshard. There’s not a stranger she meets that she wouldn’t sacrifice even the smallest amount for, and she makes me yearn to be a better man.
What would it be like to fall asleep next to the most gorgeous woman in the world? To see her work her ass off managing my bar and adding her girly touches around the place? Something that, in this very moment, I’m desperate for. There’s not a single thing about her that doesn’t do it for me, and Icravethis. I crave the heart pounding uncertainty; the hot and heavy, sweet and tender spark between us. All this time I thought I wanted hard and fast, but now, I only want Cassidy.
She makes a move like she’s going to get up, but I pull her to me and fuse her body against mine. I swallow the gasp on her lips when I crush my mouth to hers again. Faintly, I hear hollers from those around us, but fuck ’em. They don’t understand. They couldn’t fathom it.
I release her long enough to give her a chance to catch her breath. “Let’s get out of here.”
She bobs her head up and down, excitement brightening the green of her eyes, and after letting Derrick know we’ll be right back, I lead us out of the bar.
The casino is loud and dark, which should work to our advantage as I scan the room for somewhere we can get some privacy. Seven card tables surround an elevated dance floor, creating a complete circle around a six-foot stage. We pass a pair of women dancing on top of the tall platform in the center of the casino. Their asses are hanging out of their tiny shorts, and their glittery fringe bras catch the light as they move with the distant music. Luckily, there appears to only be one security guard in sight, and by the way he intently watches them, I know he won’t be paying us any attention.
My eye catches a bright exit sign toward the back of the room, and I drag Cassidy past the women with her mouth hanging open in awe. We tiptoe down a vacant hall and just as I’d hoped, there’s an exit to a stairwell. I crane my neck back down the hall, double-checking that we’re still alone before we sneak through the door into the darkness.
We feel our way toward the back and underneath the first flight of steps. Our panting echoes around us, and blood thunders in my ears at the thrill of possibly being caught. She allowed me to drag her here, but now that we’re alone, I hesitate. As hard as it is to fight my desires for Cassidy, I won’t force myself on her.
“I don’t want to read this wrong,” I tell her quietly.
“Is following you into a pitch-black stairwell not permission enough?” A silent smile pulls my lips as I resist the urge to laugh. I love her tenacity.
A confession leaves my lips before I can even think to stop it. “I want you to be mine, Cass. I’m quick to anger and I love a good fight. I’m pigheaded, and the bar and everyone in it will always be a priority, but it’ll never be the same without you.” Finding her face in the dark, I wrap both hands around the back of her neck and stroke her cheeks with my thumbs.
“Take me.” I tilt her face up to mine. “Use me,” I whisper my promise closer to her tempting lips. “Keep me.”
Her supple lips find mine in the darkness, barely giving me a chance to react. “Yes,” she murmurs against me.
Feeling like a child, I wrap her in a tight hug and breathe in her unique jasmine scent. Her hair tickles my nose. “I’m not sorry for ending the conversation between you and that frat boy.”
Her chest rumbles lightly against mine. “He’s not a frat boy. He’s an accountant from LA.”
“Sure he was.”
“Are you… jealous?” she chides.
Fuck yes, I’m jealous.
“What if I am?” I say, stalking her farther back into the tight space. Our chests brush together when she’s left with nowhere to go, and I’m forced to calm the predatory sensations screaming for me to take her.
She’s mine.
The air between us shifts, and blood rushes to my groin when she presses herself against me. I reach back and grope her perfect, round ass in both palms, squeezing tightly, offering a bit of pain before smoothing my hands back out.
“What should I do with you, Cassidy?” I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, nipping it gently, eliciting little moans from her perfect mouth.
I place kisses along her jaw on each side, halting my movements when she says, “Have your way with me.”
Laughing lightly, I murmur against her, “Yes, ma’am.”
I ravish her mouth with mine.Quick, we have to be quick.
Spinning her away from me, I press her slender body against the cool concrete wall. “I’d love nothing more than to worship every inch of you, but we gotta make this fast.” At any moment someone could flip the lights on, and we’d literally be caught with our pants down.
“Yes,” she pants, grinding her ass against me. My hand follows the curve of her hip under the thin T-shirt she’s wearing to find the front button of her jeans. She’s bucking and grinding against me, causing my fingers to slip.
I chuckle behind her. “Hold still.” Finally popping the little metal button, I unzip her pants and pull them down to mid-thigh. “Dammit, Cassidy.” She’s torturing me as I brush a finger over the fabric of her wet lace panties.
Making quick work of my zipper, I press our upper bodies together, leaning our weight against the wall in front of us. She moans when I slip down her underwear and slide into her from behind. My eyes shut tightly from the heat of her.
“Jack,” she whispers throatily as I place one hand on her hip, guiding us to a rhythm that is comfortable for her.
