Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I… don't know? I guess?” She scans her cards briefly, exchanges one, then puts them down. “I mean, lots of planes like this have bedrooms, right? If you think about how many planes fly every single day, I bet it’s not that unusual.”
“And you’ve never snuck in a test run?” Even after drawing three, all I've got is a pair of fives. That's not gonna get me anywhere. I toss them to join Diesel's. “Fold.”
Her eyes open wide at my suggestion. She's so fucking cute, the way her fair skin flushes so quickly when she’s shocked. “What? No way! Are you crazy?” The shock turns into a wild laugh that she covers with her hand, like it caught her completely off guard. “I can't even imagine—”
“I can.” Shrapnel winks.
Diesel closes his eyes. “Imagining it right now, actually.”
I flick a card at him and he bats it away with a laugh.
“You guys are so bad. Call.” Her tone is scolding, but she's struggling to hide her grin.
And yet she’s still sitting with us. I don't know her yet, but I know when a girl is enjoying our attention. She could've gotten up from this table at any time if she wanted to.
“You have no idea how fucking bad we can be.” Shrapnel tosses his hand on the table, but he's looking right at her. A fucking pair of fours. If that wins…
“Well…” Rory’s smile is pure satisfaction. “I think I know a little bit at least.” She giggles as she drops two pairs on the table, taking the hand again.
That's it, no more fucking around. “We're letting you win.”
“Are not.” She narrows her pretty eyes and tightens her jaw, her nostrils flaring just a little as she glares.
I think I hit a sore spot. Shit just got more interesting. “Are too,” I lie. “Just three big, bad bikers letting the pretty girl feel like she’s keeping up.” I grin obnoxiously, baiting her and loving the barely contained fury heating those cool eyes.
Someone doesn’t like having her skill questioned and I think I'm gonna like this side of her.
Rory gathers the cards up, her glare never leaving my face. If her eyes could shoot sparks, my face would be charred. Without ever looking down, she shuffles, a perfect butterfly followed by a perfect bridge, making Diesel's eyes widen. She might be better at that than he is. Twice more, proving that it wasn't a fluke. “Then how about we up the stakes?”
I think I'm in love. “Name the game, angel.”
She pauses a moment, then puts down two of the hundred dollar bills she got off the asshole up front. “How’s that for stakes?”
I just laugh at her. “How’s that higher stakes for you? Those just dropped into your pocket a minute ago. Try harder.”
That flare in her eyes only grows brighter. A moment of thought, and then she tips her chin up. “Yeah? Strip poker. If you’re just playing me then I bet you’ll love that. And if not…” She shrugs. “I still don’t think you’ll win.”
The room falls completely quiet except for the rumble of the jet engines outside. The gauntlet has been thrown down, and I really believe she thinks there’s no way we’ll take her up on that.
Diesel jumps at the bait. “You’re on.”
“Fine by me.” Shrapnel grins. “You want us naked, we'll oblige.”
She blinks, like it didn’t quite occur to her that from our point of view, any amount of getting naked with her was a step in the right fucking direction.
I laugh. “If you’re that desperate to see how far this ink goes, who are we to stop you? Deal me in.”
Shocked or not, Rory is too competitive to back down. “Good. Yeah, good.” She passes out the cards, her movements quick and efficient. “Lowest hand, one piece of clothing?”
“Sounds good to me.” Maybe there fucking is a God, because my hand comes up three kings, right off the bat.
With lowest hand losing, there's no reason to fold, so we're all in. I pull two cards that do nothing for me. She pulls three, so probably a pair. I don't even care what Shrapnel and Diesel pull. They don’t have shit I haven’t seen before. But Rory here? That’s a tight little package I wouldn’t mind seeing unwrapped.
Diesel puts down a pair of fives. Shrapnel's got nothing but an ace. He chuckles, knowing he might be the one to start stripping. I put my cards down and grin. “Three kings. I like the implication of that.”
She rolls her eyes, then puts down an eight of hearts. A four of hearts, a ten, a three. Finally, the queen. Her eyes spark and her voice is music as she declares, “Hearts flush, queen high.”
And here I thought my innuendo game was solid.
Shrapnel groans and shrugs off his cut.
The game is on.