Stroke of Luck

“This is delicious.” She tipped back the glass again.

Quinn sipped his, appreciating the floral and fruity components with a light and elegant finish. He wouldn’t tell her the champagne cost more than his first car.

Austin picked up the bottle and refilled all their glasses, then held his up.

“To what’s shaping up to be a fabulous month together,” Austin said.

April and Quinn lifted their glasses, too, and they all clinked together. April drank, then set down her empty glass. Austin picked up the almost empty bottle and refilled her glass almost to the rim, draining the last of the bottle.

She picked it up and took a couple of sips. Then she giggled. “This really is good champagne.”

“Be careful,” Quinn said. “It’ll go straight to your head.”

They’d all been drinking steadily this evening, and April had had a couple of glasses of the rose absinthe. He wanted her alert and cognizant when he finally took her to heaven. He wanted her to be swept away into exquisite ecstasy and to know it was him who was giving her such intense pleasure.

April turned to him, and with a flash of defiance in her eyes, tipped the half-full glass back and drained it.

He was tempted to call her out for it. To order her to come over and lie across his lap so he could spank her. The thought of pulling up her skirt and revealing her naked ass had his cock swelling. He could imagine her smooth, round cheek under his hand, the skin silky smooth. Then the feel of it heating up as he smacked it until it glowed red.

He sipped his champagne, resisting adjusting his aching cock as it strained against his pants.

He could just walk over there right now and pull up her dress, then drive into her. He’d enjoy the warmth of her soft body around him as he pumped deep, filling her over and over until her face glowed in ecstasy. She would call out his name, like she had with Austin. And when she did, he’d explode deep inside her, coming so hard she’d never forget it.

But he didn’t want their first time to be on the couch in a gaming suite, no matter how luxurious. And especially not right where she’d just given his best friend a blow job and been pleasured by him in return.

“Why don’t we take this party back to our suite?” Quinn said.

* * *

As soon as they stepped outside and breathed in the night air, Quinn’s head started to spin. Whoa, and he’d been worried about April and the champagne. It was having a bigger effect on him than he’d thought. As they walked, April tripped, then stumbled against Austin. His friend’s arm slid around her, stopping her from falling.

She giggled. “You’re right. The champagne did go to my head.”

Quinn was very conscious of the fact that Austin’s arm stayed around her as they continued walking. He wasn’t jealous as much as he wanted to be the one taking care of her. April seemed so comfortable with Austin. So willing to let him do things to help her, but with Quinn, she insisted on paying him back.

Which confused him because if she really were a gold digger, why wouldn’t she just take the money? He’d thought it was pride, or more likely she’d make a lot of noise about paying him back while they both knew it would never happen because she didn’t have the means.

Back in college when they’d been dating, he never would have believed that she’d be the type to go after a man’s money. Not until she’d broken up with him and within weeks was hanging on Maurice’s arm.

He stopped walking. A moment later, Austin and April stopped, too, and stared at him inquiringly.

“April, why did you break up with me in college?” Quinn asked.

She frowned and drew away from Austin. “I told you, it just wasn’t working between us.”

It had been a shock to him when she’d ended it, simply saying that the relationship wasn’t working. He’d thought it was more because she thought he was frustrated about them not having sex. He’d even brought it up, assuring her that he was okay with her reasons for waiting, but she’d denied that was the problem.

“Was it because you’d already met your next boyfriend?” The accusation flashed through his mind and out of his mouth before he could stop it.

Her eyes widened, and the pain in those depths told him he’d hurt her. His heart compressed at his callousness.

“April, tell him the truth,” Austin said.

She gazed at Austin, then bit her lip as she turned back to Quinn.

“The truth?” Quinn glanced from Austin to April. “What’s going on, April?”

Then she shook her head and stared down at her hands.