She nods, smiling at him shyly, and he winks at me as he leads us over to the chairs in the dining room where some big guys are hanging out. “Hey, this is—” He looks over at us and winces.
“Faye.” I point at her, and one of the guys gets up and pulls out a seat for her, handing over the cards he was playing with.
“Here ya go, Faye. Beat these fucking guys for me, won’t you?” he says teasingly. The others instantly talk and joke with her, accepting her into the game, and she seems happier and okay as I step closer to the guy.
“Thank you…” I murmur, and he grins.
“Walker,” he offers.
“Walker,” I add. “I’m Blair.”
“Well, Blair, you want to play a hand?” he inquires, looking at the table.
“I can think of better things you can do with your hand,” I purr as I glance at Faye. “You good?”
She nods knowingly. “Go have fun.” She giggles as she turns back to the table, so I grab Walker’s hand and tug him after me.
“Or mouth,” I finish, and his grin grows.
“Shit, lead the way.” I turn, and he almost chases me up the stairs as I search for an empty room. I’m ready to jump this guy. He’s sweet and a great kisser, and I bet he’s good in bed—perfect for tonight.
I finally find an unoccupied bedroom and flick on the lights as Walker kicks the door shut behind him. He reaches for his shirt, yanks it off, and tosses it to the bed as I jump on it and lie back, admiring his chest.
“Well, are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to do something about it?” I taunt, my head tilted back.
“Oh, I’m going to do something about it,” he replies and storms towards me, his hard cock pressing against his jeans, and before I know it, he’s on me.
He has me moaning loudly as I get just what I wanted.