All In (Casino Nights #2) (17 page)

“Wasn’t she amazing?” Javier said to the crowd. “I don’t think there are many dry eyes in the room.”

Remy was magically there in front of her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “My God, you were amazing.” He shook her lightly. “They loved you.”

“Was it really okay?” She honestly couldn’t tell. She’d felt good singing, she hadn’t done it publicly for years.

Trevor put his hands on her shoulders and turned her toward him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her lightly on the lips, and then let her pull back. “You were so great, Francesca. I even shed a tear.” He smiled.

“Thanks Trev.”

“Francesca,” Lacey shouted as she and Bruce approached. “Oh my God, that was so sweet. I had to keep wiping my eyes, you almost made me ruin my make-up.” She pulled her into a hug.

She smiled at the couple. “Your dad wanted me to do something for you both.”

“I will never forget it, ever,” Bruce told her as he leaned in to kiss her lightly on the cheek.

“I am definitely throwing my bouquet to you,” Lacey said.

Francesca glanced at Remy.

He was smiling ear to ear. “Let’s just hope that she can catch.” He took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

She stepped into his body, and his arm encircled her. “Finally, I get to dance with you.”

She rested her hands on his chest and leaned in, letting the tension drain away.

“Sorry, I had to take care of my duties.” He brushed his lips along the curve of her neck.

“I know. It’s just nice to be in your arms.”

“So I have to ask—can you catch?” He chuckled.

“Honestly, I’m a little afraid of Lacey throwing something at me.” She joined in the laughter.

“Tonight, I think you can do anything.” He kissed her lips.

She loved the feeling of being in his strong arms. She hoped that she could remember this night forever.

Remy escorted her to their table and ordered drinks. This time she switched to vodka in her tonic.

She leaned closer to him in order to speak softly. “Trevor told me that he’s attracted to me.” She watched Remy’s reaction.

The muscle in his jaw flexed. “I told him not to pressure you. I should have been more direct.” He scanned the room for his friend.

“I don’t think anyone could stop Trevor from getting what he wants. He seems like a force of nature.” She didn’t want Remy to be mad at Trevor. She wanted him to tell her if he still wanted a ménage.

“You’re right.” The corners of his lips tightened.

“I was kind of thinking about it.” Her tongue tripped over the words. “I mean, if that would still be okay with you,” she hurried to add.

Remy looked in Trevor’s direction, he was talking to Linc and Jennifer. “If that’s what you want.”

“I was just sort of thinking about it.” She wasn’t sure what to do. She had fantasized about having both men, but something held her back.

“You say the word, babe, and it’s a go. We’ll make it good. I promise.”

Knowing these two very alpha guys, she had no doubt they would make it a good experience.

Their drinks arrived, and they sat quietly watching the dancers and the crowd. Francesca was lost in her own thoughts. Lacey tapped the mike several times.

“Ladies, it’s time to decide who will be next.” She giggled. “All the single ladies to the dance floor.”

“Too late, I don’t think you can hide,” Remy said.

“I really don’t want to do this.” She glanced warily as the floor filled with giggling women.

He gave her a quick grin. “If you don’t go out there, you know she’ll call you out.”

She frowned. “For the record, this wasn’t my idea.” She pushed back her chair and stood.

He laughed and smacked her ass, pushing her to go.

“Francesca, where are you? I want you where I can see you.” Lacey’s voice filled the room.

Blushing, Francesca moved through the ladies gathering on the floor. She pasted a fake smile on her face, and once in position, she gave the bride a small wave.

It was a large group of ladies lined up in a semi-circle, and they were all ages.

Lacey turned her back to the women, and the crowd counted “One, two, three.” The bride tossed the bouquet over her head, and it looked like it was going to be too short to reach Francesca. However, the bouquet bounced off the hand of the woman crowding in front of her and smacked Francesca in the face. She had to grab it.

She held the bouquet over her head as Lacey jumped up and down with happiness.

Francesca turned to glance back at Remy and stuck her tongue out at him.

The bandleader motioned for her to join him at the microphone stand.

“And now gentlemen, the garter. It’s time to see who will be the next man to marry.”

Francesca pointed at him, mouthing, “Your turn.”

Bruce bent to go onto one knee and slowly raised Lacey’s skirt. She put one hand on his shoulder as she lifted her foot to rest on his folded knee. He slowly lowered the white lace circle from her thigh. The crowd catcalled throughout the process.

The groom stood and dramatically stared at the men lined up as if memorizing their positions. He turned his back and sling-shotted the elastic band over his shoulder. It landed right in front of Trevor.

He swooped to the floor, grabbed the lace, and held it high, waving it at a laughing Francesca, and then turned and shrugged in Remy’s direction.

Remy gave Trevor a very exaggerated head shake, and then looked up at the ceiling for a moment.

Trevor approached Francesca, laughing.

She took the garter from his hands and opened the elasticized circle for him to thread his arm through it, then she snapped it against his forearm.

The music started, and Trevor took her hand. “Darling, dance with me.” He led her to the middle of the dance floor and pulled her close into his body.

She tried to make some space between their bodies.

His arms tightened, and he made a low, growling sound. “Don’t.”

“Getting a little bossy, aren’t you?” She glared at him.

He smiled. “I thought I would try a different approach.” His arms tightened harder around her.

“You’re such a flirt.” She tried to maintain the glare, but her body was plastered against him from rib to thigh. It felt nice, really nice.

“Remy warned me not to pressure you, but I’m tired of waiting. I want you, Francesca. I want to taste you and touch you. I’ll do as little or as much as you want. You can’t lie—there’s something going on between us.”

She started to struggle in his arms. Damn him for noticing and speaking the truth aloud.

“Babe, I know you’re with Remy, and that’s cool. You’re a beautiful woman whom I genuinely like. The way I see it, my wanting you is an added bonus.”

She was breathing hard, thoughts flying around in her head. She also liked Trevor. He was funny and intelligent, plus he was sexy as hell. Remy had given her the option of living out one of her long-held fantasies…

“Just say yes.” he purred into her ear.

She leaned back to look into his eyes. “Remy has to agree to everything. He gets to set the rules.”

“Of course,” he said quickly. Trevor scanned the room easily locating Remy. He guided her in his direction.

Remy had been watching Trevor and Francesca since his friend had pulled her onto the dance floor. He must have said something, because Francesca struggled against him. Whatever passed between them, Trevor calmed her with a few more words.

He damn well knew that Trevor never held back when he saw something he wanted. Clearly, he wanted to Remy to share Francesca. Even as he had warned him about pressuring her, he’d known Trevor would use every tool in his arsenal to get them both into bed.

Trevor danced Francesca toward him. “We need to go somewhere quiet so that we can talk.”

Francesca didn’t meet his gaze.

“Our suite okay, Frankie?” Remy wanted her to look at him. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel railroaded. She had to be on board with this one hundred percent.

“Uhm, yeah, that’s fine. I need to grab my purse,” she mumbled and walked to their table.

“You pushed her.” It was a statement and an accusation. Remy needed to establish control.

“It wasn’t much of a push.” Trevor flashed a shit-eating grin and shrugged his shoulders.

Francesca returned. “I’m ready.”

Her eyes were a little wild and her expression anything but ready, but he took her hand and led them from the room.

Trevor snagged an unopened bottle of champagne from a table. “For us.”

Francesca was holding his hand tightly. He glanced down at her. Her chin was beginning to firm into a determined look.

Once in their suite, Remy shucked off his tux jacket and dropped it on the back of a dining room chair. Trevor followed his lead and lost his jacket then removed his tie.

Francesca laid her purse on the coffee table and kicked off her shoes then curled up into the corner of the sofa.

“Get some glasses, Trev.” Remy jerked his head in the direction of the bar.

Trevor nodded.

Remy moved toward Francesca and took his seat on the center cushion of the sofa. He took her ankles into his hands and stretched her legs over his lap. He started rubbing her feet. He could feel the tension pouring off her body.

She tried to jerk them out of his hands, but he held tight. “You don’t have to do that,” she said.

“I know that, and you don’t have to do this.” He gave her a measured look, hoping that she understood he wouldn’t be disappointed whichever way this went.

“Well, it does feel really good.” She relaxed back into the corner of the sofa with a smile on her lips.

Trevor placed the three champagne glasses on the table and expertly popped the cork on the bottle.

“You should be a waiter, you do that so well,” Francesca said, smiling.

“Who says I haven’t waited tables?” Trevor poured and handed a glass to Francesca.

He then poured one for Remy and another for himself. He sat in the arm chair opposite the sofa and sipped from the glass. After a few moments, he began, “Rem, I think your woman wants to hear you say you want this to happen. I don’t know if she needs or wants permission, but she needs to hear you say what you feel.”

Fuckin’ Trevor. If he didn’t seize control of the moment, he knew Trevor would take over, and God help them all. Trevor wouldn’t do anything to hurt Francesca. Remy could see that his friend cared about her, but he would keep the pressure on them unless Remy didn’t assert himself.

He leaned forward and placed his glass on the table. “Giving you a night of pleasure would make me happy.” He turned to Francesca. “I trust Trevor to help me do that for you.” He paused to let that sink in.

 She gave him a small nod.

“But there will be rules.” He turned to Trevor. “And you have to agree to follow them.”

“Let’s hear ’em,” Trevor sounded almost bored.

If Remy didn’t know the man so well, he would think Trevor was only mildly interested. His body language was casual, but his eyes were burning with intensity.

“For starters, no kissing her on the lips.” He waited for Trevor’s response.

“’Kay, what else?” Trevor shifted in his chair and leaned forward.

That was Trevor’s tell, and yeah, Trevor wanted this badly.

“I don’t want you going down on her.” His voice was rough. “I don’t want your mouth on her.”

He saw Francesca’s head jerk, first Trevor’s direction then his.

“Can I fuck her?” Trevor asked.

Remy looked to Francesca for her answer.

“That’s up to Remy,” she said softly. “He’ll know what’s best for me—uh, us.”

There was no right answer for them tonight, but Fransceca’s answer made him love her more. Remy blew out a breath. “Then yeah. You can fuck her.” Remy watched Trevor smile.

“What else does Francesca like?” Trevor looked directly at Francesca as he asked Remy.

Remy allowed it, because he sensed that Francesca was getting turned on by their talk.

“She likes to suck cock, and she’s good at it,” Remy said, fighting to keep his voice even, because he was getting turned on, too. “She also likes it when I come on her tits.”

She shifted her body, and he knew she was imagining one of them shooting their load on her.

“What about her ass?” The hunger in Trevor’s eyes was easily read.

Remy picked up the bottle and poured more into Francesca’s glass. She watched him, waiting for his answer. He could feel her tensing next to him.

“If I choose, I’ll take her ass.” He was sure he felt her body relax a fraction, until she thought about his cock breaching her tight ring. Her breaths grew shallow and hurried.

“Understood,” Trevor said, his voice deeper. “She’s all natural. I can’t wait to see her tits.”

Remy knew that the pacing for the night was in his hands, and he had to do it right. “Francesca, stand up and unhook your top. Show us your tits.”

He watched her chest heave as she took in oxygen. She finished her glass of champagne and pulled her legs from his lap. Then she slid forward on the sofa and placed her glass onto the table. She stood slowly and raised her hands to the back of her neck. She unhooked the clasp, grasped the material, then lowered each side of her bodice to her waist. She stood absolutely still, naked from the waist up.

Remy gave her a tight smile. “Very nice.”

Trevor exhaled loudly. “Beautiful… God, she’s beautiful.”

She licked her lips and a blush bloomed on her cheeks.

Remy shifted his cock from pushing against his zipper. “Her nipples are sensitive, and she can come from breast play alone.” He glanced at Trevor who was focused on Francesca.

“Frankie, are you wet?” Remy asked.

She quickly nodded.

“Out loud, baby. We need you to use your voice tonight.” Remy made sure his tone softened as he gave her the firm command. He didn’t want her tensing.

“Yes.” It came softly. She cleared her throat. “Yes, I’m wet.”

Trevor smiled at Remy. He, too, enjoyed the submissiveness; she fell into it naturally. He understood that this was her gift to them.

“You need to pick a safe word, Francesca. Do you know what that means?” Trevor asked.