My car vibrates underneath me, the sound of the roaring engine filling the inside. I have the A/C turned off and the windows down, and the wind feels good on my sweaty shirt.
When I cross the finish line, the crowd cheers, jumping up and down on either side of the lanes. They know to bet on me—I’ve never let them down. Looking in my rearview mirror, I see Jimmy’s lights behind me and laugh.
I ease off the gas, making the turn they have mapped out with orange cones, then bring my car to a quick stop off the tarmac. Moments later, he crosses the finish line and drives to the parking lot. Once out of his car, he heads toward me, his gaze dropping down as he notices my jeans still undone. I make no move to fix them because they’re about to come off anyway.
“How did that feel?” I ask. “Was it as good for you as it was for me, baby?”
He just shakes his head at me, shoving his sweaty hair back from his face.
“Next time, I’ll bring the lube. Don’t want to hurt you too bad,” I joke.
He comes to a stop, tilting his head. “You gay, Grave?”
I smirk. “Homophobic, Jimmy? It’s 2020. Aren’t we past that?”
“I think you have a crush on me,” he mutters, disgust dripping off his words.
I smile and throw my arm over his shoulders, pulling him into my side. He stiffens. “I’ll fuck anything with a hole, sweetheart. Why don’t you get on your knees and open that mouth for me?” My free hand comes up and touches his lips.
“Fuck you, man,” he snaps and shoves me away. He digs into his pocket and tosses a wad of hundred-dollar bills at me.
“Aw, come on. Making it rain?” I ask as he turns his back to me, walking away. “Don’t you want to see what else I can do for a stack of hundreds?”
“Fuck you, man,” he shouts, flipping me the bird over his shoulder.
I laugh as I pick up the money from the ground.
“Grave!”
I spin around to see Lucy running toward me. Her legs wobble like a newborn fawn, unsteady on her feet as her heels take on the gravel. But there’s something undeniably cute about how she tries for me. I bend and pick her up at the same time she jumps into my arms. Wrapping my arms around her, I spin us around.
“You won!”
“Did you ever doubt me?” I ask with an arch of my brow.
She shakes her head. “Never! Now what does the king want from his queen?”
“Well, for starters, you can finish what you were doing before I had to run off.”
She jumps out of my arms, grabs my hands, and yanks me back to my parked car.
The smoke fillsthe small room reserved for high rollers. I sit at the blackjack table inside the Airport—a far cry from the luxury of the Kings’ hotel and casino I co-own. Unlike us, the Mason brothers don’t operate a legitimate establishment. They’re more of an underground, off-the-books gambling ring. Due to Nevada laws, this is the only place I’m allowed to gamble. Being part owner of a casino has its cons. So when I feel the need to blow some money, I come here.
A cigar smolders to my right, a rum and Coke sits to my left, and Lucy stands behind me. After she sucked my dick in the car, we decided to go inside and play for a little bit. I was on a high from winning the race.Why stop then?
The dealer hands me a new card and I inwardly curse. Twenty-two. I fold my cards and he takes the five grand in chips I wagered.
“How much longer?” Lucy whispers into my ear. “I need to?—”
“Go ahead,” I tell her.
She kisses me on the cheek and heads off to the women’s bathroom.
“Mind if I ask how much your date is?” the guy sitting next to me asks.
I glance over at him. He smiles at me, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners, before he shifts his attention to Lucy as shesashays her ass in those tiny shorts. I’m not the jealous type. Never have been. Plus, Lucy doesn’tbelongto me.
“Too rich for you,” I answer with a smile. He’s betting between five and twenty dollars a hand.
