He laughs and then has a coughing fit—like a smoker. “Son, back in the day, you could get a blow job for fifty cents.”
“No shit?” I laugh.
He nods before taking a drag from his cigar and blowing it out. The smell of cinnamon fills the air. “Women back then were much more enthusiastic. I was in the Navy. Fleet week…” He trails off with a whistle.
I pick up my cards, looking over them with a smile before I choose one to put down. Before I see her, I feel Lucy return to stand behind me as the dealer flips the card.
I jump in my seat. “Woohoo!” I won.
Placing my cigar between my lips, I dig into my pocket and pull out five crisp hundred-dollar bills. I hold them out to Lucy. “Go play your favorite machine.” Lucy isn’t a girl you have to buy. No, she gives that shit up for free, but I don’t mind sharing.
“Thanks, baby,” she says excitedly and bounces off.
The thing about being in any casino is that you lose track of time. No clocks. No windows. You could literally sit there for as long as your bladder can hold on while you’re on a winning streak. But when I finally stand from the table, I check my phone to see that I had been sitting there for three hours. I have two calls from my brother. One from Cross and two from Titan.I go to our group chat and send a quick text.
Me: What’s up?
I place my phone back in my pocket and walk between the dinging machines, coming up to the one that has large red andyellow fish on it. Lucy sits there with one leg on her chair and the other on the machine platform.
I plop down next to her. “How you doing?”
She looks at me and growls. “Shitty. You?”
“Fucking fantastic.”
She rolls her eyes dramatically. “Of course. You’re always lucky.”
“It has nothing to do with luck,” I tell her.
She throws her head back with a laugh. “You’re so full of yourself.”
I lean into her neck and kiss her. “You’re going to be full of me.”
“Yes, please.” She turns her head and places her lips on mine. “Let’s go upstairs to my place,” she breathes, pulling away.
She jumps into my lap with a squeal, and I slap her thigh. “Let’s go,” I order.
The Airport sits on about two hundred and fifty acres, featuring the original five-story airport structure and the underground level where tables and machines hum with activity. Connected to the Airport are the Mason Towers—two towers that once served as hotels for travelers back when the airport was still in service. Over the years, the Mason brothers transformed them into apartments they rent out.
We make our way to the towers and take the elevator up to Lucy’s penthouse. As soon as I open her door, she pushes me toward her room. We start down the hallway, but she shoves me back into a wall and digs into the pocket of her jean shorts.
“I got a surprise for you.” She sticks a pill on her tongue, then runs it along my lips. I capture her lips with mine and take the pill from her. She pulls away, panting.
“Yours?” I ask.
“Already took it.”
She rips my shirt up and over my head while I do the same to hers as we make it the rest of the way to her bedroom. Her hands yank my jeans down, and they get caught around my ankles, causing me to trip.
She giggles as she shimmies her shorts off before falling on top of me, not bothering to wait for us to make it to her bed. Kicking my jeans the rest of the way off, I grab her hips and flip us so I’m straddling her.
She leans up and runs her tongue over the spike I have through my nipple. I moan when she wraps her lips around it.
My hands grip her blonde hair, and I yank her head back. “How do you want it?” I ask. She goes to speak, but I say, “Never mind. I know howIwant it.” I crawl off her, grab her hips, and flip her over. Then I yank her ass up in the air. My hand comes down on it—hard—leaving an instant red print.
She buries her face in the carpet, releasing a moan. “Grave,” she pants, wiggling her ass up in the air for me because she knows exactly what I’m going to take tonight.
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