Rory was no longer even looking at me. His eyes were back on the girl that he had been flirting with.
"Fine. Game on." I turned on my heel and went back to the table. Maybe I could make him jealous too. Connor had his arm on the back of my chair. I sat down without flinching and smiled at him. Besides, I knew how to play poker. It wasn't like I was going to lose.
Connor dealt out the first hand.
I knew how to play, but it didn't mean I was lucky. I exchanged one card, but my hand still sucked. I had a variety of suits and no pairs or anything in a row. "I fold." I put my cards face down on the table. Connor was smiling at me.
"Okay, full house," Connor said and placed his cards on the table, fanning them out to the side.
Everyone else at the table was silent.
Connor drummed his hands on the table. "Take it off, Keira!"
I felt my face already blushing. "What do you want me to take off?"
"Hmm." Connor studied me for a minute, before reaching over and lightly touching the bottom hem of my tank top. "How about this?"
Luckily I was wearing a nice bra. I reached down to lift off my shirt, but before I could, Connor pushed the fabric up the sides of my torso. My body tensed. His fingers pressed against my flesh as he pushed my tank top up over my bra. I gulped. No one had ever undressed me before. I locked eyes with him as I put my hands above my head. He lifted my tank top off over my head and pulled it slowly down my arms. Connor whistled approvingly as he tossed my shirt on the floor. But Rory didn't even look at me. I bit my lip. This isn't working.
Connor dealt out the next hand. The girl to the left of Rory won. She straddled Rory and pulled his shirt over his head. What a slut. I watched as his hand slipped down her back and grabbed her ass. I rolled my eyes at them as Jackson laughed. I looked over at Jackson. He was laughing at me! I lightly pushed his arm. The girl next to him gave me a look to kill. Geez. I put my hands back on my lap.
A few rounds later, I was a little more than tipsy. Everyone except Connor had lost their shirts. And the girl next to Jackson had lost her skirt. I was pretty sure she was losing on purpose. I exchanged one card and smiled. I laid my hand down on the table. "Four of a kind."
Connor tossed his cards down in disgust.
"Hmm." I looked around the table. Rory leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. He looked me up and down. I loved the feeling of his eyes on me. He smiled at me. He thought I was going to choose him. Not today, Rory. I looked over at Connor. He was pouting, but I could tell he wasn't really upset. "Your turn, Connor."
Connor gave me a seductive smile. I wanted to make Rory jealous. I was glad I was wearing low rise jean shorts. I stood up, walked behind Connor's chair, and slid my hands over his shoulders and down his chest. I leaned in, pressing my breasts against his shoulder, as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up. I moved my fingers up his chiseled abs and slowly lifted his shirt over his head. He caught my wrist in his hand.
"I need another drink. Come with me," he said.
I gulped, but followed Connor into the kitchen. I didn't have much of a choice, since his hand was still wrapped firmly around my wrist.
When we reached the fridge he touched the middle of my chest, pushing my back against the cold stainless steel.
"I know what you're doing."
"What?" My face flushed.
"You're trying to make Rory jealous."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't like Rory. Besides, we have this like roommate pact thing or something. So even if I did, I wouldn't pursue it. But I don't anyway, so it doesn't matter."
"Do you want my help or not?" Connor put his hands on either side of me.
I looked over at Rory and watched as he pushed the girl's hair behind her shoulder.
"Okay," I sighed.
"You'll owe me a favor, though."
"What kind of favor?"
"I'm sure I'll think of something."
I bit my lip and peered around Connor's shoulder. Rory was still completely enthralled by the woman sitting next to him. Maybe I could use Connor's help. "Okay, deal."
Connor opened up the fridge, grabbed two beers, and popped the caps off. "Cheers." He held up his bottle.
I felt like I was making a deal with the devil. I hit my bottle against his and followed him back to the table. He dealt out the next hand. After I picked up my cards, Connor immediately scooted his chair out, grabbed my waist, and pulled me onto his lap. I laughed as he lightly nipped my shoulder blade.
"Stop trying to see my cards, Connor!" I pressed my cards against my chest.
"Fold," Connor whispered into my ear. I wiggled out of his grip and sat back down in my chair. I looked at my hand. I was dealt a flush. It was likely that I would win. I stole a glance at Rory. He was definitely looking at me now. And he didn't seem happy. Maybe this was working. I put my hand face down on the table, refusing to even exchange any of my cards. "I fold." What is Connor planning?
Rory laid out his hand. He had a straight.
"Not so fast," Connor said. "Four of a kind. Read 'em and weep, Rory."
Rory scowled.
"Stand up," Connor said to me.
My heart was racing. Please don't take my bra. I stood up and faced him. He moved his hands to my waist and then slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my jean shorts. He hooked his fingers in my belt loops and pulled me toward him. I could feel his warm breath against my belly button. I held my breath as he pulled my shorts down my hips. The rough fabric fell down my thighs, and his fingers lightly pressed against my skin. He let go of my belt loops and placed a kiss just above my panty line. Oh my God. I felt everything below my waistline clench with desire. I took a step back and tripped over my chair and onto Jackson's lap.
"Hey there," Jackson said, and smiled at me.
"Oh God, I'm sorry." I quickly got back up and kicked my shorts off my ankles.
Everyone seemed to be staring at me. I was completely mortified. At least my thong matched my bra. I usually didn't care about things like that, but I had wanted to feel sexy tonight. Because I wanted Rory to think that I was sexy.
"I think I'm done for the night," Rory said and stood up.
"Oh, good," the girl sighed next to him. "I'm not wearing any panties anyway."
Slut!
Rory grinned, leaned down, and lifted the girl over his shoulder. She screamed in protest. He slapped her ass and disappeared with her into his bedroom.
"We're going to go too," the girl said that was sitting next to Jackson. She gave me a nasty look.
"Sorry, Keira," Jackson said. He stood up and grabbed his shirt off the floor. The girl next to him was staring longingly at his abs. I turned back to Rory's door. I suddenly remembered I was just wearing my underwear. I put my arms across my chest.
Jackson and the girl walked out of the apartment arm in arm. Poor girl. She probably had no idea what she was getting herself into. Or does she?
Chapter 8
Connor cleared his throat.
Oh God, we're alone.
"So about that favor..." He touched my knee and began to trail his fingers up my thigh.
I took a step back. My ass pressed against the poker table. "You didn't help me at all."