“They’re poker sharks. They’re good, but you’re better. Without a doubt, if you play your cards right, no pun intended, you’ll win. Of course a six-person game means you have to be more strategic, but it’s not impossible if you’re up to it.”
“I need some time to think about that. The smaller tournaments, I have no issue with, but I’ve heard stories about the private games.”
JJ chuckles. “I think you need another drink, something stronger. The guys playin’ aren’t thugs and drug dealers, trust me when I say that. But you can’t tell anyone who you see in there. It’s one of the reasons it’s a private, invite-only game.”
“And you think you can get me in?” I ask, not convinced that he can.
“All I gotta do is say you’re taking my spot. No one will bat an eye, but I won’t be able to be in the room with you. No onlookers are allowed, just the players, dealer, and a referee to oversee that all the rules of Texas hold ’em are being followed.”
A new beer is set down, and I take a swig while I wait for the shots JJ ordered. “Sounds intense as fuck.”
“It is. But when you’re paying a hundred thousand to play, I don’t expect anything less.”
I nod, agreeing.
Victoria returns and slides back into the seat next to me while JJ and I drink vodka and lime till it tastes like water. I wanted to be responsible, but that shit went out the window as soon as I sat at the bar.
“So the private game, you in?” he slurs, and I swear his eyes blink at two different times.
I suck in a deep breath, knowing I have a few days to warm up and get my mind in the right headspace. “Yeah, I’m in.”
“Good,” he says, squeezing my shoulder.
I check the time, see it’s nearly ten, and know I should go if I’m gonna play tomorrow. When I stand, I realize I drank myself stupid and tell JJ bye. Victoria does too.
“I’ll text you the details,” JJ says before going back to his booze.
I take a step back and stumble, but Victoria is there to steady me.
“You need some help?” she asks, laughing, trying to hold up my big frame.
“That would be amazing,” I admit because even though I can normally hold my liquor, I overdid it tonight and am wobbly on my feet. She helps stabilize me as I step onto the elevator and lean my body against the wall.
“What room are you in, handsome?” she asks, and I tell her. My body’s buzzing, and I can’t remember the last time I drank so much.
The elevator climbs up my floor, and the doors slide open. Pushing myself from the wall, I take a few steps and hold on to Victoria as we go to my room. I try to unlock the door but fail miserably, and she takes the hotel key from my hand and quickly scans us in.
“A suite. Very nice,” Victoria praises, shutting the door behind me.
I walk to the bedroom and fall on the bed and turn and look at her through blurry vision. “You’re gorgeous.”
Sauntering toward me, she lifts an eyebrow. “I’m just going to cut to the chase,” she says, licking her lips. “I want you, Liam.”
“I like a woman who knows what she wants.” My head spins, and I smile when she carefully removes the tight black dress that was painted onto her sexy body.
“Yeah, but you’re drunk,” she says, crawling onto the bed in her bra and panties and lying down beside me.
I chuckle, my eyes are heavy as hell. “You’re right. Can we take a rain check?”
She lifts herself on her elbow and smirks. “Absolutely.”
It’s the last thing I remember before falling asleep.
I wake up to the early morning sun beaming through the window because the curtains weren’t closed last night. As I stir, so does Victoria. Her green eyes flutter open.
“You’re still here?” I ask, pleasantly surprised to see her.
“I was tired as hell and fell asleep. But now that you’re awake…I’ll take that rain check,” she purrs, then sits up and takes off her bra, revealing her perky tits.
I lift an eyebrow at her. In a few swift movements, she takes full control, sliding down my pants and boxers, then unbuttons my shirt because I apparently fell asleep fully clothed. Victoria’s fingers trail up and down my body, and soon her mouth is around my cock. She licks, strokes, and sucks until I’m hard as fuck.
“You ready for me, big boy?” she asks, paying extra attention to my balls. Victoria pulls a condom from her purse on the nightstand and slips it over my cock.
Without hesitation, she climbs on top of me, taking all of me inside her. Her head rolls back on her shoulders as she rides me. It’s not a marathon session, but more like a race to the finish line. We don’t kiss; we just fuck hard and fast. It’s a purely physical transaction, and we’re both left more than satisfied, barely able to catch our breaths. Once we’ve cleaned up, and Victoria slips on the dress she had on last night, she sits on the edge of the bed.