only place I’m able to gamble at. Being part owner of a casino has its cons. So when I have the need to blow some money, I come here.
A cigar to my right and a rum and Coke to my left. Lucy stands behind me. After she sucked my dick in my car, we decided to go inside and play for a little bit. I was on a high from winning the race. Why stop then?
The dealer hands me a new card and I inwardly cuss. Twenty-two. I fold my cards and he takes the five grand in chips I had sitting out.
“How much longer?” she whispers, leaning over to speak into my ear. “I need to...”
“Go ahead,” I tell her.
She gives me a kiss on the cheek and then heads off to the women’s bathroom.
“Mind if I ask how much your date is?” the guy sitting next to me asks.
I look over at him. He smiles at me. His dark eyes crinkle at the corners. He looks over and watches as she sashays her ass in those tiny shorts. I’m not the jealous type. Never have been. Plus, Lucy doesn’t belong to me.
“Too rich for you,” I answer with a smile. He’s betting between five and twenty dollars a hand.
He laughs and then begins to have a coughing fit—like a smoker. “Son, back in the day, you could get a blow job for fifty cents.”
“No shit?” I laugh.
He nods before taking a drag from his cigar and blowing it out. The smell of cinnamon fills the air. “Women back then were much more enthusiastic. I was in the Navy. Fleet week...” He trails off with a whistle.
I bet they were. I pick up my cards and look them over with a smile. I choose one to put down.
I feel her more than see her return to stand behind me. The dealer places the card down, and I jump in my seat. “Woohoo!” I won.
Placing my cigar between my lips, I sit up and dig into my pocket. I pull out five one hundred-dollar bills and hold them out to her. “Go play your favorite machine.” Lucy isn’t a girl you have to buy. No, she gives that shit up for free. But I don’t mind sharing.
“Thanks, baby,” she says excitedly and then bounces off.
The thing about being in any casino is that you lose track of time. No clocks. No windows. You could literally sit there for as long as your bladder can hold on while you’re on a winning streak. But when I finally stand from the table, I check my phone to see that I had been sitting there for three hours. I have two calls from my brother. One from Cross and two from Titan. I go to our group message and send a quick text.
Me: What’s up?
Then I place it back in my pocket. I walk between the dinging machines, coming up to the one that has big red and yellow fish on it. Lucy sits there with one leg on her chair and the other on the platform the machine sits on. I plop down next to her. “How you doin’?”
She looks at me and growls. “Shitty. You?”
“Fucking fantastic.”
She rolls her eyes dramatically. “Of course. You’re always lucky.”
“It has nothing to do with luck,” I tell her.
She throws her head back with a laugh. “You’re so full of yourself.”
I lean into her neck and kiss her. “You’re going to be full of me.”
“Yes, please.” She turns her head and places her lips on mine. “Let’s go upstairs to my place.” She breathes, pulling away.
She jumps into my lap with a squeal, and I slap her thigh. “Let’s go,” I order.
The Airport sits on about two hundred and fifty acres with the original five-story airport structure and an underground level, which is where the tables and machines are located. Connected to the Airport is the Mason Towers. Two towers that were once hotels for those flying in and out when the airport was still in service. The Mason Brothers have redone them over the years and turned them into apartments they rent out.
We make our way to the towers and take the elevator up to her penthouse. As soon as I open her door, she’s pushing me toward her room. We start down the hallway when she shoves my back into a wall and digs into the pocket of her jean shorts. “I got a surprise for you.” She sticks it on her tongue, then