My dick came to life in my pants. Hard and solid and so ready to be inside of her, I had to grip the edge of the table to keep me there. It was so unlike me, to crave without even a sample of her flesh. To yearn, without an endearing reason for why.
She hadn’t even sat down next to me and I was already impatient to be inside of her.
Max stopped whatever he was saying and glanced over his shoulder. “No wonder you’re sitting there with your mouth open and drooling.”
I closed my mouth. “I wasn’t drooling.”
“No saliva spilled out, but it was pretty close.” Max never turned back to me. His gaze also remained on her, probably following the outline of those amazing legs. She must’ve run every day. There was muscle within the luscious curve of feminine fat on her hips and perfect bottom. Why women always wanted to lose so much weight, I didn’t know. Some fat was necessary during sex. It allowed men like me to squeeze and suck.
I’m going to have so much fun with you, Dawn.
Although possessing a vibrant caramel complexion, she was more exotic than our usual targets. Wilder and unpredictable too. In the dialogue on the beach, she’d hit several records with us—the first woman to insult, threaten, and seemingly blow us off in less than five minutes. My dick pulsed with the memory.
“She cleans up well.” Max ceased with rubbing his watch. His attention was busy now and all over Dawn. He stirred in his chair.
Is she giving you a crazy effect too?
Max sighed. “If that damn hostess doesn’t hurry up and bring her to us, I’ll just do it myself.”
Yeah. She’s having the same effect on him. He’s just as impatient as I am.
“Calm down.” I grinned.
He turned back to me with his own wicked grin over his face. “Six hundred thousand for the first man that can get her in bed.”
“Not bed. I plan on taking her many places, but it won’t involve a damn mattress.” The urge throbbed all through me. “And not six hundred thousand either.”
He laughed. “For someone so confident that they’ll win, you’re pretty scared to up the ante.”
“I’m not stupid. I just don’t make wagers with people that don’t have money.”
“Oh, I have it.”
“Correction. You’ll have six hundred thousand for the next quarter, but not now. However, if I win then you won’t have any money still and I’ll be footing the bill for not only this summer, but for the fall, which means that I’ll never truly win either way.”
“Fine.” He gritted his teeth. “Let’s do two hundred thousand. That way if I lose, and I won’t, I’ll still be able to pay my portion of the bills in the fall.”
“No. Let’s bet something else, and hurry. The host just returned to the door.”
“Two hundred thousand is my final offer.”
I almost laughed at his audacity. “No.”
“Then no bet.” He shrugged. “We won’t play the game at all.”
Rage sparked into me, so quickly I hadn’t realized I would get that upset from such a simple sentence. “What do you mean we won’t play? You promised we would this summer.”
“What’s my motivation?”
“It’s fun.”
By the entrance, Dawn moved those succulent lips, probably telling the hostess her name. The other woman opened the book and nodded.
“I won’t play if we don’t put money in the wager,” Max informed me.
“That’s stupid.”
The hostess guided Dawn our way.
“It is what it is.” Max placed his hands on the table and threaded his fingers together. “Two hundred thousand on this wager or I walk.”
“Whatever.”
He rose from his chair. “I’m out of here.”
I tensed. “Are you kidding me?”
His eyes glittered with annoyance. “I never kid about betting money. Two hundred thousand or you play the game by yourself.”
With a confused expression, Dawn arrived at our table. “Hello, guys. I’m so sorry I’m late.”
I stood too, in order to not make it seem weird that Max was up. “Don’t worry. We were willing to wait as long as possible. Right, Max?”
Max scowled at me and didn’t say anything. Tension thickened in the air.
The hostess cleared her throat. “Can I get you anything before I notify your server that the whole party is here?”
“I don’t’ know.” Max tapped his watch’s surface. “What do you think, Freddy? Will I be staying?”
I directed my attention to Dawn and probably shouldn’t have. Just being close to her muddled my thoughts. Her skin glowed in the dim lightening. A sensual fragrance radiated from her—some sinful mixture of sex and many other things that I planned to discover. I wanted that scent on my sheets and pillowcases, all over my couch cushions and carpet. Knowing that I’d taken her from my brother would be the lovely icing on a designer seven-layered cake.
“Fine.” I nodded at Max. “You’re on.”
Sitting down in her seat, Dawn quirked her eyebrows, making me wish we’d finished this conversation before she got to us. The woman was too smart. We both had to be on our toes around her.
Max still hadn’t sat down. “Two hundred thousand?”
I cringed. “Yes.”
“Then let the games begin.” He winked and sat back down.
Chapter 3
Max
I had trapped Freddy into the deal with the lure of a sexy woman and the excitement of our sport.
I knew my brother better than he knew himself. He worried about my gambling problem, but never considered his own addiction. He loved females too much, and got them way too easily, so easy, it bored him. There was never any competition unless I was around. That’s when things changed for Freddy, and became uncertain.
He had insecurities. I could write a book on them.
Like most guys with our heavy wallets, we never knew if we caught women based on our wits, style, and looks or simply because of our ability to pay the bills. For rich men who owned it all, it was the little things that made us hungry. One of the biggest things a millionaire asked in his head as a sexy beauty wrapped her mouth around his erection was if she did it because she craved him, or was she doing it for the money. I never had to ask that question. The answer never changed. All women did it for the money. But the millionaire couldn’t swallow that honesty down, so he pretended it was about him as he closed his eyes and enjoyed himself.
I’m not that gullible.
I was good-looking, sure, but when a female spotted me, she saw what I could provide. I didn’t mind that. It just didn’t keep me exhilarated in going after them, so I discovered pleasures in other places.
When I win, I’ll just use half of it on a good poker game. The rest I’ll save up so Freddy won’t get his panties in a bunch, run back, and tell our parents that I have some sort of gambling problem.
And I would win Dawn. By this time, I recognized Freddy’s methods and finally figured out a way to counter them. He wrangled women with deception. This time I would trap Dawn with the truth.
“What do you mean let the games begin?” Dawn formed her lips into a smile. “What are we playing at tonight?”