Stroke of Luck

“Yes,” she murmured softly, gazing down at her hands.

“Good,” Quinn responded. “I told Austin about our deal, and he’s on board.”

She glanced at Austin, her cheeks blazing with color, and Austin couldn’t help but wonder why she’d agreed to the threesome part of the deal. Of course, Quinn could be very persuasive when he wanted something and may have given her little choice.

But still … she’d admitted that the kiss between them had turned her on. His cock twitched.

Fuck, he was so turned on now he could barely think straight.

“Shall we continue the game?” Quinn asked, and Austin hesitated, wondering if grabbing April’s hand and dragging her back to the suite was an option.

He drew in a deep breath. But Quinn was in charge of this deal, so Austin would settle back and finish the game.

April walked to her chair and sat down again. Austin dealt out the cards, and April won. Then she won the next hand, too. He couldn’t help but smile when her eyes lit up and she pulled the chips toward her. She was obviously inexperienced at poker and feeling out of her depth playing with him and Quinn.

Quinn dealt this time. Austin had three queens, but Quinn beat him with a flush.

Austin was filled with a mix of apprehension and excitement. What was Quinn going to have April do?

Quinn’s gaze locked on Austin’s, then a slow smile spread across his face. He pulled out a pen and one of the small black notebooks he always carried from his jacket pocket and jotted something down. He tore out the page and slid it across the table to April.

April read it, then her gaze flickered to Austin’s and back to the paper. She nodded, then stood up and disappeared through a door inside the suite. Austin raised an eyebrow at Quinn.

“Don’t worry. She won’t be long,” Quinn said, his lips still turned up in a grin.

April returned to the room and walked straight to Austin.

“Hold out your hand, please,” she requested demurely.

He held it out as if ready to take her hand, not sure what she had in mind.

/> “Palm upward,” she clarified.

He complied, and she placed her closed fist on his hand. The brush of her soft skin sent awareness prickling along his arm. She pressed something against his palm, then with her other hand urged his fingers to close around it.

Whatever she’d given him was soft and warm. She stepped back and walked toward her chair. He opened his hand and looked down at her gift.

He saw a small bunched-up ball of coral lace and thin black ribbon.

Fuck, it was her panties. Still warm from her body.

That meant she wasn’t wearing anything under that flowing skirt.

His cock surged to life again. He couldn’t help watching her as she rounded the table to sit down again. Watching the sway of her hips, imagining her naked ass under the fabric. When she sat down, he couldn’t stop thinking of her naked pussy with only the thin cotton of her dress between her and the chair.

He sipped his drink, then picked up the cards and dealt them.

As they continued playing, every time she moved, shifting or leaning forward to toss in a chip, his groin tightened at the thought of her naked pussy moving on the chair.

10

Quinn could tell this was having the intended effect on Austin. This would push things up a notch. Austin’s gaze had been glued to April’s ass as she walked back to her chair. Probably imagining her sweet pussy.

Quinn’s gaze shifted to her, and his cock tightened at the thought of her naked pussy under that flowing sundress.

April won again, probably because both he and Austin were more than a little distracted. It was her turn to deal, but as she reached for the deck, Quinn decided to push things a little more.

“April, I think I’d like something to eat. Would you bring us a plate of sandwiches?”