All In (Casino Nights #2) (13 page)

He moved his lips closer to Francesca’s ear. “Give it up. She’s the queen of everything. Besides, we are cute together.”

Francesca’s body shook beside him.

The server arrived with six small glasses. “Here we go ladies—your Blow Jobs.”

Remy laughed out loud. God help him, this could get out of control.

“Sir, here is our menu, and what can I bring you to drink?”

“Guinness, bottle.”

The server nodded and headed to the bar.

He watched Francesca eye the glass in front of her.

“You gonna do that?” He meant take the shot in the traditional manner.

“Like I have a choice?” She rolled her eyes in the direction of Lacey. “Luckily, I am very good at this. This isn’t my first time with a bunch of party girls.”

Lacey tapped her glass with a spoon. Where the hell she found the spoon he had no idea, but the ladies quieted and looked at her. “Okay, on three,” she giggled. “One, two, three.”

He watched Francesca scoot forward to the end of her chair and loop her fingers behind her back. She leaned over the table, lowering her head, and covered the glass with her lips. She used suction to lift the glass as she tilted it back and swallowed the contents. He watched her swallow twice. She returned the glass to the table, never once using her hands. When she raised her head, she smiled at him.

He saw that her lips were wet from the concoction, and he pulled her closer for a kiss. He outlined her lips with his tongue, capturing the remaining droplets from the drink. He pushed his tongue between her lips, tasting her.

A low moan was torn from her throat, and she placed one hand on his jaw. He couldn’t tell if she was pushing him away or holding him close.

She broke the kiss. “Wow.” Her eyes were a little unfocused.

The server appeared at his shoulder, and she placed his bottle in front of him. He ordered the sliders, and then more quietly added, “Get the ladies another round of those shots.”

The server smiled as she collected the empty glasses.

Lacey checked her phone. “Remy, you won’t be our only male for long. Brucey is on his way.”

“Good, he can help keep you all in line.”

Francesca grinned then turned to the bride-to-be. “Lacey, do you need my help with anything? I know that your mother said she thought everything was handled, but if you need me, just let me know.”

The bride left her chair and ran around the table to throw her arms around Francesca. “I just love you. You are the bestest.”

He watched Francesca return the woman’s embrace. Lacey looked over Francesca’s head at him. “Don’t you just love her, Remy? I really want you to love her.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “You don’t have to worry, I do.”

Lacey gave him an even bigger smile, and then returned to her seat.

Francesca was watching Lacey. “I think I’m a little drunker than I realized.”

“Not even close.” She seemed relaxed and playful, but there were no usual signs of intoxication.

“I did have wine with dinner, and I think Lacey’s dad kept topping off my glass. I tried to go slow, but I think I had more than I realized.”

“So, should I expect skinny-dipping or table dancing?” he teased.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been naked in a pool. I don’t think I ever danced on a table, or a pole, for that matter.”

His cock had shown great interest in her sucking down her drink, and now he was so hard, his zipper was making an imprint. He liked the idea of Francesca dancing naked for him. “I don’t see a pole in here.”

She tilted back her head to meet his gaze. “I’m feeling the last drink, and I want to run my hands all over you,” she whispered.

“I like the sound of that.” He placed a kiss on the side of her jaw.

“I’m glad that you like me.” She put her hand on his thigh.

“I’m hoping that you like me, too.” He was fishing since she was in the sharing mood.

“Oh, it’s more than like.” She flashed a sexy smile.

The next round of Blow Jobs arrived. The server nodded in Remy’s direction. “These are courtesy of the gentleman.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Lacey shouted. “I just love you, Remy.”

Francesca shook her head, but he noted she’d already assumed the position.

“Ready girls?” Lacey said. “One, two, three.”

He watched Francesca as she slowly returned the glass to the table and licked the rim.

“Christ, Frankie, you’re killing me,” he muttered.

She giggled, leaned into his body, and kissed his cheek.

He turned his head quickly and captured her lips. Typically, he wasn’t into public displays, but tonight, with this woman, he deepened the kiss. He could hear the ladies cheering in the background, and he felt Francesca’s body shake with laughter.

“Dude, get a room.” Trevor had joined the group.

Remy separated from Francesca and pushed his chair back to stand and wrap his friend in his arms. “When did you get in?”

“An hour ago. I ran into Bruce, and he said to meet here. First thing I see is you surrounded by the women and no other man in sight.” Trevor shook his head.

“Hey Trevor.” Francesca rose and stepped into Trevor’s arms.

“Hello beautiful. So, tell me which of these ladies is lonely.” He wiggled his brows.

Francesca scanned the table then lowered her voice. “Honestly, Trev, I think you’re too much for these girls. You might need to check out the women sitting at the bar. They look like they’re up for a little adventure.”

The two men glanced in the direction of the bar. There were several groups of women enjoying cocktails.

Francesca arched a brow. “These girls giggle about drinking a Blow Job. I can’t imagine how they would react to the real thing.”

“What? You don’t think that I can handle innocence?” Trevor pouted.

“I’m sure that you can. I just don’t know why you would want to.” Francesca winked at Remy’s friend.

Trevor drew a deep breath and shook his head. “Damn, Cooper. You are one lucky bastard. She’s perfect.” Trevor bumped his shoulder into Remy’s.

“Remy, grab a chair so Trevor can join us.” Francesca said.

“Oh my God, are you ever going to say hello to me?” Lacey screeched.

Trevor looked at the ceiling for a moment then turned toward the bride-to-be. “Yes my love, and I see that you’re all alone. Where is that beast you want to marry?”

Lacey giggled as Trevor leaned in to kiss her cheek. “He texted he’s on his way.”

Bruce and more friends arrived, and everyone stood as another table was added and more chairs pulled close. The poor server was running ragged getting drinks while the group laughed and talked.

Remy was on his third beer when Francesca leaned into his side. He kissed her hair. “When I finish this, how about we head up to the room?” He took another drink, and she put her index finger at the bottom of the bottle, helping him to drain more quickly. He chuckled and placed the now empty bottle on the table. “What was that for?”

“I want you. So I thought I’d hurry things along.” Surreptitiously, she ran her hand over his crotch, following the outline of his cock. Then she gave him a seductive smile and pushed her chair back. “Guys, we’re going upstairs. See ya tomorrow.”

Remy laughed and grasped her hand as she started to walk away from the table.

She took the long route toward the lobby, passing Trevor who was sitting next to a very attractive redhead at the bar. Remy gave him a nod as he passed.

As they crossed the lobby, Remy pulled Francesca under his shoulder. She looped her arm looped around his back. “Are you tired?”

“Nope.” She wrapped her free arm around his abs.

“Was it getting too loud in there?”

“Nope.” She pressed the call button for the elevator, and the doors opened immediately. They were the only people in the car.

He pressed eight and leaned against the wall of the car.

Francesca leaned into chest. “I want to fuck you or for you to fuck me.” She ran her hands up and down his chest slowly as she looked into his eyes.

“Well, all right then.” His words came out in a growl, and he kissed her again.

He’d left the bedside light on in their room. Francesca walked through the sitting area, pulling her dress over her head and dropping it to the floor. She then unhooked her bra, and he watched it fall from her fingertips. In the doorway, to the bedroom, she stopped and kicked off her heels, and then turned to look over her shoulder. “Come here.”

His heart pounding, he walked to her.

She pulled the hem of his shirt up. “Lose it.”

He reached behind him, grabbed a handful of material, and yanked the shirt over his head. Her hands were already on his belt. He let her unfasten the leather and pull it free. He unbuttoned and unzipped, and then her hands were pushing the material downward.

“Need you,” she panted.

“You got me, babe.” He toed off his shoes and kicked off his pants. He had gone sockless, and was thankful, because he always felt foolish trying to take off his socks while standing.

She was already on the move, crawling onto the bed. She looked over her shoulder. “Coming?”

“Not yet, but we will.” He tackled her, and she stretched on her stomach beneath him. He kissed her neck, and moved down her naked back, crossing from one shoulder to the other and down her spine.

She giggled beneath him. “Tickles.”

“Frankie, how much do you like these panties?” He snapped the elastic at her hips.

“What? Uhm, I don’t know, why?” She propped upper body up and turned to look over her shoulder.

“Cause they’re gone.” He tore the silk from her body.

She jerked and rolled onto her back. “You could have given me a minute to take them off.” She let out a dramatic sigh.

“I’ll buy you more.” He leaned over her and kissed the tip of her nose, and then her lips, gently.

Her hands were in his hair and when he pulled back, she stared into his eyes. “I love you.”

Remy froze. He could hear his heart pounding. “I love you, too, Frankie. I have for a while.”

She raised her head to capture his lips. Her tongue met his, and he opened his mouth wider to deepen the kiss. There was a roaring sound in his ears. She’d said it, she’d actually said it. He wanted to let out a shout of relief and joy, instead he continued to feast on her lips.

He moved away from her mouth and kissed a trail to her breasts. He circled each areola with a light sweep of his tongue, and then pulled her nipple into his mouth to nibble gently on the tip.

“Remy...” Her nails dug into his scalp. “I want you inside me.”

He moved to the other breast.

“Remy, I need you,” she whispered, her breaths growing ragged.

“I’ll get to that,” he rasped. His lips were again moving down her body, lightly gliding over her skin. He’d kiss every part of her, brand her his. She’d said she loved him. He’d give her more reasons to repeat those precious words.

“Please, Remy, please.” She moaned as his tongue rimmed her belly-button.

“You don’t want me to lick you pussy?”

She jack-knifed into a sitting position and wrestled him onto his back.

He didn’t resist because he liked her aggression.

She threw her leg over his hip and straddled his thighs. Then she bent over him, one hand holding his hard cock.

He raised an eyebrow. “How drunk are you?” She’d never been this aggressive before.

“Drunk enough to fuck you until you scream,” she said as she lowered her hot pussy onto him. A deep hum rumbled from her chest. “So full,” she crooned as her hot cunt clenched around him.

When she began to move, he bit back a howl. Jesus, it felt so damn good.

Frankie rode him hard and fast.

He relished every minute of it.

“Jesus, Frankie.” The words were torn from his throat. She had her hands on his shoulders, and her tits were bouncing. She was so hot and tight around him, he worried he wouldn’t last much longer. He closed his eyes and started reciting a part of the Indiana Code in hopes he could hang on and not spill into her.

“Look at me,” she whispered harshly.

He opened his eyes.

She kissed him hard. Then she leaned back.

He followed her, sitting up. He put his hands on her hips and added a grind to her down strokes.

Her hands moved to her breasts, and she pulled her nipples toward him.

“Christ baby, you are so damn sexy.”

“I love the way you feel inside of me.” She ground out the words as she threw her head back. He felt her muscles tighten around him as she came.

He gripped her hips, stilling them as he pumped up into her. He felt the explosion start at the base of his spine. He yelled her name as he spilled into her.

They fell to the bed. Francesca was draped on top of him. He ran his hand over her ass repeatedly, marveling at her skin’s softness.

She kissed his shoulder. “I made you scream,” she said, pride in her voice.

“Yeah, you did.” He shifted her to his side while pulling out of her. She draped her arm over his chest, and he held her hip. “You took control.”

“Did that bother you?” She lifted her head so she could see his face.

“Not in the least. This time.”

Her gaze searched his face.

“Don’t look like that, Frankie. I loved what we just did.” He squeezed her hip. “I love it that you told me what you wanted, and we did it.” He felt her relax a little. “I told you from the start I like sex, and I like to be in charge. But part of that is I want to give you whatever you need.” He paused to look down at her.

Her gaze locked with his.

“If you want to take the lead, then I’m fine with that, because you want it and that makes me happy to be able to share that with you.”

She didn’t say anything.

“You with me?” He raised his head to get a better look at her.

She nodded. “I get it. In fact, it’s one of the things I really like about you, that you’re generous in bed.”

He smirked before he could catch himself. “So here’s the thing, I don’t want us to use sex as a bargaining chip or a weapon. If I make you mad, tell me, but don’t keep me guessing, and then withhold sex in order to show me that you’re mad. We fight with words not our bodies, Frankie. Are you okay with that?”