Beauty from Surrender (Beauty 2)

"I'm not a hater. I'm a congratulator and it's just a show." God, you've got to love a woman with that kind of attitude. "You're not going to be making out with anyone except me."

"Damn right. We have private seats, so we might do more than make out."

"Umm…no."

She knows I hate hearing her tell me no. "Why not?" As my words come out, I recognize that I sound like a child.

"I have my reasons. You'll be glad we waited when you see what they are."

My curiosity is at an all-time high. "You have my mind reeling."

"Good."

We're seated in our private section, hidden from view of most everyone at the show. These seats weren't easy to score and they cost me a fortune, but I was willing to pay any price because I was planning to have some naughty fun with Laurelyn. What does she have up her sleeve?

At one point during the show, I try to creep my hand up her dress, but she slaps it away and scolds me with her eyes. Literally. "What?"

"You already know what."

"No, that's the problem. I don't know what." I think I could ease off a little if I did know.

She takes my hand from her leg and cups hers around it. "I have something special for you later and I'm not serving appetizers. So stop or I'm gonna get mad."

I see there's no persuading her so I should calm it down. "I can't help it. I'm frustrated as f**k because I want you so bad."

"You're going to have me tonight but you have to learn some patience."

Easy for her to say when she's the one withholding sex. "Why should I be patient when I don't have to be? No one is stopping us but you."

I see the expression on her face change before she turns to look straight ahead. I don't know if I've hurt her or pissed her off. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

She refuses to look at me. That's not good. "I think you did."

"Yeah, you're right. I did, but I don't want to fight about this. If you say we're waiting, then we're waiting. Blue balls or not, I swear I won't pressure you anymore."

She seems to soften. "We can go back to the room now if you want."

She says it so sweet, I feel like a giant dick. "No. I can see that this is important to you, so we'll wait."

We finish the show but all I can think about the whole time is getting her back to the room so I can make her scream, which isn't helping with my growing case of blue balls.

We're walking through the casino and I see her looking at the tables with curiosity. "Have you ever played?"

"No. I've never even been inside a casino." She's twenty-three and she's never gambled? I thought that was one of the first things you did when you turned twenty-one. "It looks like a Disney World for adults. Of course, I've never been there, either, so what do I know?"

"Ah, baby! I have so many places I want to take you." I want to show her the world.

"And there's no one I'd rather go with." I don't doubt her sincerity for a second.

I gesture toward the tables. "You want to play? I'll teach you what you need to know."

She looks around and takes it all in for a moment before she points to a craps table. "I think I might like to roll dice."

We find a hole and I throw a few fat bills in front of the dealer before several stacks of chips are pushed in our direction. I lift the towers and place them in front of her.

"You'll have to explain it to me because I have no idea what I'm doing."

"I'm not an expert on all the ins and outs, but I know the basics." When it's time for a fresh roll, I show her where to place her bet. "You'll put your chip here. If he rolls a seven or eleven, then you're a winner. But if he rolls a two, three, or twelve, then you lose. If he gets a number other than two, three, seven, eleven, or twelve, then he must roll that same number again before a seven to be a winner."

"Oh, shit. That's complicated."

"It's not once you get the hang of it."

She's scared to make bets at first but begins to warm up to the idea after several rolls. In no time at all, she's looking like a pro and has even gotten brave enough to roll the dice a few times. She's actually pretty good at it and has some nice runs when she rolls.

It's not surprising she catches the attention of every man at the table, young and old. I see them noticing her, and although I know she isn't interested, I don't care for the way they look at her. I especially don't like the way they look at her tits and arse when she's leaning forward to grab the dice and place bets.

I find myself drinking more than I should because I'm feeling a jealous streak. "Are you ready to go back to the room?"

She doesn't even look at me. "This is so much fun. Are you not having a good time?"

"I'd be having a much better time if we were in the room naked."

She leans over the table and every guy there is either checking out her cle**age or the rise of her hemline. "Just a little longer."

Fuck! I've created a monster.

Just a little longer turns into another hour and I'm on the drunk side before I mean to be. The combination of blokes ogling Laurelyn and the whiskey has put me in a particularly bad mood. "I'm done here. You can come up to the room when you want. Or not. Whatever."

She reaches for my arm. "Don't be that way. I'm just having fun doing something that's new to me."

"Yeah—while every man in this casino is blowing his load just looking at you every time you bend over." They're all thinking about how they'd give it to her in that position. I know what the f**kers are thinking because I have the same thing on my mind.

"Come on. You're being a little dramatic, don't you think?"

Hell, no, I'm not being dramatic. She isn't sitting back watching these bastards eye-fuck her. "No. They're all watching you, even the ones here with women."

"Well, you're the only one who gets to be with me." She takes her chips from the table. "Let me cash in and we'll go upstairs so we can get busy."

"Hey, hey. Now you're talking."

Yeah. I just acted like a toddler throwing a fit, but it totally worked so I don't give a f**k. I put my drink down on the lower shelf of the craps table because I don't need another drop of alcohol. I'm not wasted but I definitely have had more to drink than I should have. Laurelyn still has a surprise for me when we get in the room—I'll bet it's hot lingerie. She loves to dress up for me.

When we're back in the room, Laurelyn takes a bag from the top of the closet and tells me to sit in the chair in the living room to wait while she changes. She seems to be taking a long time. "Everything okay in there?"