“With a beautiful lady on your lap like that,” Hillbilly said. “I would have thought your luck would improve, brother.”
“She’s a minx, Prez,” I said. “Nothing but trouble.”
Ruby pouted. Then the little brat wiggled her ass harder, adjusting her position to lean back against my chest.
“If I have to sit here,” she said. “Then I want to play too.”
“No,” I countered flatly. “You’re here to watch. Besides, you spent too much at the bookstore already.”
“You’re not my dad,” she protested. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
I slipped a hand under her skirt, resting my palm on her upper thigh. If I moved half an inch higher, my thumb would be at her clit.
Ruby jolted and went dead silent.
First, she clamped her thighs together automatically. Then, after a moment, she spread her legs wide, granting me access. With the table shielding us, no one could see what we were doing.
But it was still risky nonetheless. Touching her like this. In a crowded room full of bikers. I didn’t want them looking at her, thinking they could fulfill her bookish fantasies about a bad boy biker ruining a good girl like her.
I mapped my fingers over the warm, smooth skin of her inner thighs. Then slowly dragged my fingertips along the gusset of her panties.
Wet.
Fuck.
My cock jumped at that realization. Ruby exhaled a shaky, controlled breath, keeping her gaze focused forward, away from me. But she canted her hips at a slight angle, seeking friction. Trying to rub against the pressure of my fingertips.
Every muscle in my body felt like a live wire, buzzing with electricity, stretched taut, and aching with the need to be inside her.
I tugged her panties to the side and sank my fingers into the scorching heat of her pussy. Ruby’s lips parted and she clawed at the edge of the table. Gouging her nails into the wood.
With my fingers still buried inside her, I picked up the fresh cards that Hillbilly dealt with my free hand.
Slowly, I stroked and curled up against Ruby’s G-spot. Not enough to make her come. Not yet. I wanted her trembling. I wanted her desperate to be fucked when I finally gave her the cock she was so hungry for.
“What do you think, honeybee?” I said, whispering against the shell of her ear. “Howmuch should we wager?”
Ruby’s throat worked as she swallowed. She shoved all of my money into the pot.
“All in.”
Hillbilly whistled.
“Your girl must be confident in your chances, brother.”
I hummed but I didn’t say anything.
Or she wants me to lose so badly that I can’t play anymore,I thought.And then I’ll be forced to leave the game. Devoting my attention entirely to her.
Ruby was barely breathing. I skimmed my lips along the curve of her neck, mouthing at the collar of her chenille sweater, as soft as a cloud. Her walls fluttered around my fingers. She chewed her lower lip, unraveling by the second.
When the round was called, I was the final player to display my cards.
“Royal flush, boys. I win. Looks like my honeybee is a good luck charm after all.”
Chapter seven
Ruby
