“Very,” she says sweetly.
I spin her around and cup her face, lowering my lips to hers. She grips the back of my neck as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue strokes mine, and my cock hardens instantly. My fingerstrace her back in a teasing fashion while she leans into me more. I begin to lift her shirt when my cell rings.
“This better be fucking good,” I say, answering the phone.
Hawk’s voice filters through. “Meet in the casino, ten minutes.”
“Seriously?”
“What’s the matter, son?” Hawk taunts. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Funny,” I respond dryly. “We’ll be down soon.”
Hope straightens her shirt and applies a fresh coat of lipstick. Once she deems herself presentable, she slings her purse over her shoulder, excitement buzzing around her.
As we head for the door, she grins at me. “Try not to lose everything.”
“No promises,” I say, opening the door. “But if I do, I’ll blame Vegas.”
The casino floor is packed when we enter, and the sounds of slot machines fill the air. The club gathers near the center like we planned. Amy is the last one to join us, and by the look on her face, she’s still pissed about being empty-handed.
“I feel naked,” she declares, eyes tracking a group of drunken frat guys like she’s calculating the odds. “I hate it here.”
“You hate everywhere you can’t legally assault someone,” I say, and she doesn’t deny it.
We split up fast because self-discipline lasts approximately three minutes in a casino. Hawk and a few of the guys hit the craps tables, drawn by the noise, while Chaos heads for the roulette wheel with Colt by his side.
“Amy and I are going to head to the slot machines.” Hope pushes me toward the guys. “Have fun and stay out of trouble.”
I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “No promises.”
Amy slides up to Hope’s side. “If I lose money, I’m stealing something.”
“How about we don’t do anything illegal?” I suggest.
Hope leads Amy away, both of them laughing as they stop at the first slot machine they see.
I step in between Colt and Chaos and place my bet. The wheel spins, and the ball clicks between the red and black spaces. Everyone holds their breath as they wait for the fate of their bets.
“Black thirteen,” the croupier announces.
I won. “Hell yeah,” I crow, scooping the chips toward me. “Vegas loves me.”
Chaos bumps my shoulder. “Don’t get cocky. That’s how it gets you.”
The air suddenly shifts, gaining my attention. Heads turn as a line parts near the bar. Walking straight toward us is Saints Outlaws MC. Their president, Vegas, marches straight for our small group. Onlookers take in the sight with bated breath as if they’re waiting for a brawl to start.
“Heard you assholes were coming,” Vegas says, pulling me in for a one-arm man hug.
Chaos nods. “Eagle call?”
“Yeah.” Vegas glances around. “Where’s your ol’ man?”
Chaos shrugs. “Said he had some business to finish up, but he’ll be on his way in the morning.”
Hope inches her way toward me while Amy slides up to Glitch, her hand twitching.
“Who’s this, Frost?” Hope asks.
