Five Card Studs
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Five Card Studs
Madison Faye
Contents
Five Card Studs
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
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Five Card Studs
Five gorgeous, dominant bad boys, and they want to share. I’m about to get dealt the luckiest hand of my life…
I’ve been a bad girl. Well, I haven’t yet, but I think I’m about to be. You see, there’s this guy at work I’ve been crushing on. The only problem?
It’s not one guy.
…It’s five.
Five gorgeous, possessive, powerful men. Oh, right, and they’re my bosses - the owners of the hottest new bar in New York City and the undisputed champions of the underground poker club beneath it.
There’s Gaige, the panty-melting flirt, and Dane, the ridiculously hot tease. Noah’s got a filthy mouth and a wicked tongue, and he knows how to use it. Luke’s the extra big guy of the bunch, in every sense of the word. And then there’s Vince, whose dark eyes and growling voice make me want to drop to my knees and say yes sir.
Five teasing mouths. Ten tantalizing hands. Five big, huge, uh, decks? I mean, how’s a girl to choose?
Unless she doesn’t have to.
…Unless they want to share.
Life’s a gamble, and sometimes, you’ve gotta bet big. But something tells me I’m about to get very very lucky…
This extra hot, extra over-the-top mfmmmm romance is all about her – no m/m. If you’re a sucker for filthy talking bad boys, outrageously fast insta-love, and diving into the wildest fantasy imaginable, this one’s for you! HEA with NO CHEATING!
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
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1
Tess
I groan, sinking gratefully onto the barstool and feeling my calves relax. My legs ache, my ears ring, and my feet are actually squelching in my shoes — soaked through with probably enough booze that they’re a fire hazard.
“You did pretty damn good tonight, you know.”
I can’t even pretend to stop the heat that sizzles through me as he rests his muscled arms on the bar and leans into me. I chance a glance up and immediately feel my pulse skip as I lose myself in those piercing, gorgeous, wickedly tempting blue eyes.
As insane as the night was, and as obnoxiously loud, and crazy, and demanding the club crowd was, and as much as I feel like I just ran a marathon in a dance party, this has been my saving grace all evening.
Gaige King.
Ridiculously good looking. Confidently cocky, in that charming way that makes girls lose their ability to speak or make rational thoughts. Funny, witty, and an unabashed flirt. Working behind the small, cramped, fast-paced bar, trying to hear over thumping club music, has been made infinitely better with Gaige here. He has made everything about this night way better.
The close proximity has also gotten much more than my shoes soaking wet, if we’re being completely honest.
But, it’s not just the thrill of working all night with a staggeringly hot guy — rubbing against him, and feeling those muscled arms of his brush across me as he reached for a beer or a glass. No, if I can get out of my own dry-spell-induced lust for this man, working with him tonight actually totally saved my ass. My companion behind the bar — tonight, my first freaking night working here — was supposed to be some girl named Jenna. Except, Jenna never showed. So it was Gaige, the acting bar manager, who ended up stepping in to make sure I didn’t drown in the sea of thirsty club-goers all night.
Oh, right, the gorgeous, sexy-as-hell, flirty-as-sin guy with the tight white t-shirt, the sleeve tattoo and the smile that does all sorts of things to certain parts of my body?
Yeah, he’s my boss. And he’s really really my boss, too. The bar manager thing is just him filling in until they can find a replacement for a guy who left a few months back. In reality though, Gaige is one of the owners of this place — Lume, one of the hottest new nightclubs in New York. Getting a gig bartending here was a miracle, not to mention an insanely lucrative one given how popular the place is. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to work for it though, like I did tonight.
But like I said, the hustle and grind of slinging drinks
for cash all night is a whole lot less grinding when you’ve got someone like Gaige King, well, grinding you all night.
“You kept your head, you kicked ass, and you really only stepped on my feet like, four times.”
I grin, trying to hide the blush and trying not to stare at him with googly eyes as he leans across the bar, grinning that insanely charming smile at me.
“Coughlin’s law, never show surprise—”
“Dude, enough with the Cocktails quotes. Jesus.”
I laugh, turning my head to glance at the other person responsible for making my night a whole lot better than it could have been: Dane, Gaige’s best friend and also a business partner in Lume. Dane who’s gorgeous — blond to Gaige’s tousled dark hair with dark, smoky eyes. When he’d first shown up and reached over the freaking bar to help himself to a bottle of tequila and a glass, I about lost it. Until Gaige laughed and explained who he was. So, great, my first night here and I meet two insanely attractive men, and both of them are most certainly off-limits because they’re my bosses. Just my luck.
Dane chuckles, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair. “I mean, it’s a great movie, but you have got to stop quoting that fucking thing all the time.”
Gaige flips him off. "You need schooling on classic Tom Cruise movies, bud."
He winks at me before sliding a clean, empty glass my way.
“What are you drinking?”
I exhale, my eyes dancing over the bottles behind him. A drink honestly sounds necessary after the insanity of the night.
“Bourbon?”
Gaige chuckles as he takes his hand away from the vodka it was resting on. “Shit, pegged you wrong. But that’s right, you’re a country girl, right?”
“Oh that’s right! Dane smirks at me. “This is your first time living in the big city, huh? You’re like, from a farm or something?”
They’re teasing me, and I know it. I roll my eyes at the two of them as Gaige pours my drink.
“I’m from Nashville. You know, tall buildings, highways, electricity, running water, lots of country music? Maybe you’ve heard of it?”
Dane strokes his chin. “Nah, not ringing a bell.”
I roll my eyes again as he grins at me.
“No but seriously, you’re picking this up fast.” Gaige nods slowly, sipping his beer. “You kicked a whole lot of ass tonight. We’re lucky to have you here.”
“Well, I’m lucky to have had you here. I think I might have lost it flying solo.”
“Nah, you looked great back there.” Dane winks at me. “I think this asshole was just getting in your way.”
I laugh."Well, it’s a new bar space to me. I think I was mostly getting in his way.”
“Yeah I seriously doubt he minded that.”
Dane’s words come out in a growl, and I catch a flicker of something heated in his eyes as they slip over me before I quickly turn away. I flush, feeling the lingering effects of that look, and the drink in my hand, and the adrenaline from the night coursing through me. I can feel his eyes lingering on me, setting my skin on fire through the tank-top and jeans I’m wearing.
The three of us toast to the killer night. And there’s a moment of quietness where I’m trying to act natural and not like I’m hanging out in a mostly dark nightclub having drinks with two of the hottest guys I’ve ever met.
This is all withdrawal, that’s all. It’s fucking pheromones is what it is.
I say it three times to myself, trying to calm my raging hormones — like even being near the two of them is doing something primal to me. This is the result of being single for as long as I have, and being trapped in the garbage relationship I was in for as long as I was before that. Originally, I moved here to New York City with Nathan, my boyfriend of going on four years. Except it seems dear Nathan had other plans.
And by “plans” I mean “women.”
The worst part is, I never even had the blistering vindication of finding out. It’s not even like I caught him and got to chew him out. He told me, which sounds noble, except he mentioned it literally the night before we were leaving for New York — moving truck all packed up in the driveway and everything. I still left the next day, but it was sans my douchebag boyfriend. I ended up finding a tiny freaking basement apartment, and I’ve been trying to hustle bartending or waitressing jobs ever since while I try and get my grad school applications together. So, six months single, and probably at least that amount of time without Nathan touching me before that, since he was too busy putting his pathetic dick elsewhere.
Good. Fucking. Riddance.
I mention all this not for sympathy, but for an explanation. This is why my freaking skin is tingling at being near these two guys. This is why there’s a pulsing, aching heat between my thighs, and why knowing their eyes are right on me as I sip my drink isn’t doing anything but making it worse. This is why when Dane stands, jumps behind the bar, grabs the iPod plugged into the stereo system and asks what I want to dance to, I feel a spark of something hot burn right through me.
“We’re dancing?”
Gaige grins at me as he vaults onto the bar top and then slides over onto my side, leaning against the it and letting his piercing blue eyes drape over me.
“Not yet we’re not, but we should fix that.”
“Your feet aren’t killing you?”
He grins. “Hey, if they call it quits like this in Nashville, I guess you can go ahead and—”
“Alright, alright, alright,” I laugh, sticking my tongue out at my gorgeous, dripping with sex appeal boss as he teases me. “How about anything but club music? Please?”
Dane laughs from behind the bar. “Fuckin’ amen to that. C’mon, country girl. What’ll it be?”
I think for one second before I shrug. “Something classic rock?”
The two of them glance at each other and grin.
“Atta girl,” Gaige purrs. He slinks into me, and my breath catches as he pulls me out of my bar stool and onto the darkened dance floor behind him. I swallow thickly, my pulse skipping as his powerful hands slide over me, cupping the small of my back in this possessive way that gets my body sizzling.
"Guess that means you're first?" I tease, making jokes to try and clear the raging heat in my face and coursing through my veins.
"First?" Gaige raises a brow, those perfect lips of his pulling back in a curious grin.
"First to dance with me?"
But my gorgeous, insanely sexy boss just grins wider as he shrugs. His firm hands pull me onto the dance floor as Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me starts to throb through the sound system.
"First makes it sound like we're going to take turns."
God. Something about the way he says it make my entire body throb with wicked desire. The way he lets the words "taking turns" drip from his lips has the heat pulsing between my legs as all sorts of dirty thoughts swirl through my head.
"Nah, we don't take turns, Tess." The sound of Dane's voice growling lowly in my ear from behind has me shivering, my breath gasping again at the feel of the second gorgeous man moving right behind me.
"We share."
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Tess
"We share."
The feel of his breath on my neck has me gasping, and suddenly, there’s a man on either side of me, front and back.
"I—"
You don’t want to dance?
Gaige makes a fake-looking sad face, and all it really does is end up sending another thrill through me as his eyes lock onto mine. I can feel the bourbon I’ve barely touched coursing through my veins, making my skin flush and my heart skip a beat.
Well, or maybe that's just them.
There’s a huge part of me that knows I shouldn’t be indulging in this. I mean, these two are gorgeous, and they know they're teasing me, and they know I know they are. I could walk away. Make some lame excuse and go finish closing and go home to my empty apartment. But maybe it’s that I’ve been working side by side with Gaige all night,
and feeling Dane's eyes on me. Or maybe it's the sexy rock music, and the alcohol, and the dark dance floor.
Maybe it’s just that I haven’t had time for dating or anything remotely physical since I moved here after the Nathan disaster. Whatever it is though, I can't walk away. I can't move away from these two because being near them feels too damn good, even if I know it's flirting with something way wrong. I mean, these are technically my bosses, and here I am starting to dance way too close with pulse-pounding music sweeping over us.
Yeah, what am I doing exactly?
"I think maybe I should finish closing up," I say lamely.
"We’re already finished." Gaige grins and I bite my lip.
His hips sway to the music, and before I know it, mine are swaying in the same tempo, and moving against him. I can feel Dane move behind me, and when I feel his hips press against me, I stop trying to come up with excuses for myself. Besides, even if it's borderline inappropriate, I know it's just dancing. And it feels too damn good to walk away.
We share.
That line teases through me again and I take a stuttered breath as the two muscled, gorgeous guys move in close. Their hands find my hips, and my waist, moving me against them to the beat as we sway. I start to imagine what else these two share, besides dances. The thought makes my cheeks blush bright red, and before I can look away, I catch Gaige's eye.
"Oh now what was that look for?"
"Nothing," I say quickly, my eyes looking everywhere but his.
"Nothing, huh?"
"Just…" I trail off, biting my lip before I chance a look back at him.
Bad idea.
My eyes lock onto his, and I'm falling all over again.
"It’s a great dance song is all."
"Agreed," he murmurs. "The dance partner is making it a whole lot better though."
"Ditto that," I whisper back, my pulse roaring in my ears.
We sway another minute, and the song ends. There's a silence for a second, where the three of us don't really know what to do. Neither of them pull away, and I don’t want them too either.