All In (Casino Nights #2)

by Melanie Jayne

  Remy chuckle rumbled in his chest. “Flirty and dirty?”

  She leaned closer, and her lips brushed his ear. “Let’s talk about dirty.”

  He ran his hand up and down her arm, managing to caress the side of her breast. “Babe, you look so sexy tonight, I’m surprised it’s taken Trev this long to hit on you.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. She was wearing a dusky rose tank dress that had small, diamond-shaped cut outs looping around her waist. It showed her skin from below her breasts to her waist, and Remy had told her she looked sinful in it. She would have to thank Hadley later— she’d picked out the dress for her to wear.

  “Flirt all that you want, I’m good. I got my hand on your tit, had you in the shower, and you’ll be in my bed tonight. Trevor might ask if we want a third, but tonight it’s just you and me.” Remy smiled at her and kissed her lightly on the lips.

  When the kiss ended, she bit her lip so that she wouldn’t ask about the third comment. She definitely wanted to know more about it.

  Three hours later in their room, she and Remy were naked in bed. He kept his word and was holding her in his arms, not making any sexual advances toward her. She was still thinking about his comment about Trevor being a third.

  “You’re supposed to be falling asleep, not rubbing against me,” Remy’s voice was low and growly.

  She moved against him again as she whined. “I can’t help it. I want to touch you.”

  “If you keep rubbing your ass against me, I’m going to have to fuck you.” He moved his hand to her breast and pulled on her nipple.

  She sighed and pushed back into his body. “What did you mean about Trevor wanting to be a third?”

  He kissed her neck before answering. “Trevor has a lot of sex. Women, men, they all seem to fall for him.”

  That was easy to see, Trevor was almost pretty, and he was a flirt. “So you’ve been with him?”

  She felt Remy tense. She’d thrown that out as a tease, but uh-oh, she must have hit a nerve. She felt her heart rate increase as she waited to see if he would answer. God, why didn’t I think before I just blurted that out?

  He didn’t answer for a few moments. “Yeah, I’ve shared women with him.” He was quiet for a long pause, and then continued, “And I’ve been with him too.”

  Wow! She hadn’t seen that one coming. She said nothing as the meaning of the words registered.

  “It was a long time ago,” he said, his voice terse. “Does that change anything?”

  She swallowed, because her mouth had gone dry as she turned over to face him. She repositioned and rested her head on her bent arm. “Jesus, it only makes you hotter.” She giggled and felt him relax. “I mean, I’m going to fantasize about that for a long time to come.” Long ago, she had come to the conclusion that when it came to sex, people wanted what fulfilled a desire. She saw a clear line differentiating sex from love. She and Rico had had this conversation before, and it was one of the reasons that their friendship was so strong. Rico and Trevor seemed to have a few things in common.

  “We were with a woman. We’d met her in a bar, and she was so drunk she passed out in bed with us. Things continued between Trevor and me. We forgot about the woman.”

  “I’ve always wondered about that,” she blurted. “I mean in books, they make it really clear that one guy is working up top and the other stays at the bottom with a shared woman, or if they are doing dual penetration. There’s no discussion of any, uh, collateral touching. I just never understood how things didn’t progress to include everybody, together.”

  Remy laughed as he kissed her neck then gently bit her. “What kind of books are you reading? I’ve never heard it called collateral touching.”

  She tried to wiggle away from his mouth. “I read the good kind of books. How else would I learn about sex? It’s not like I have a lot of time for it.”

  “From now on, you want to learn about something sexual, you just ask. You want something, just tell me.”

  “Okay then.” She drew a deep breath, then blurted, “I’d like for you to go down on me, lick my pussy before I go to sleep. I love the feel of your tongue on me and in me.” Jesus, I can’t believe I just said that.

  He let out a huge put-upon sigh. “Well, if that’s really what you want, then I guess I gotta do it.” He leaned over her and kissed a path down the center of her chest to her belly button which he tongue-fucked.

  She batted at his head. “Quit, that tickles.”

  He trapped her wrists and held them to her sides with his huge hands. “Raise your knees and open up, baby.”

  She slid her feet up, bent her knees, and opened her thighs wide.

  Remy crawled between her legs and ran his hands from her ankles to her knees, stroking her skin. He shimmied closer to her pussy. “Put your legs over my shoulders Frankie,” he rasped. “I love it when you squeeze me tight while I fuck you with my tongue.”

  She shuddered at his words. She’d never had a lover who talked so much during sex. She liked it. Remy ordered her positioning and took great pains to tell her exactly what he was going to do to her. She swore that she got wetter just hearing his words.

  As he kissed along the soft skin of her inner thigh, she was already trying to scoot her body closer to his mouth.

  “Baby, you are impatient tonight.” He nipped the skin at the juncture of her thigh and hip. “I think you want this bad.”

  “I need it.” She moaned. “I need you.” She tried thrashing her head from side to side, hoping it would help alleviate the burning need. God, he was so close to her. She wanted his mouth so badly.

  “I love it when you beg,” he growled as he placed an open mouth kiss on her mound.

  “More, Remy, more please.” She had no trouble asking, especially when he gave her what she needed.

  He licked her outer lips then used his thumbs to pull them apart, exposing her sensitive folds to the cool air. He outlined her inner lips with the tip of his tongue.

  She was panting, concentrating on his tongue’s gymnastics.

  He licked her from top to bottom moving closer to her other hole. He did this again and again. He used his hand to tilt her hips higher giving him more access to her ass.

  She shifted to bring her ass back down a little. She wasn’t sure about anal play. But he immediately repositioned her, and she again tried to shift.

  “Babe, don’t fight me,” he said, his voice hardening.

  “Uhm, Rem, I’m not...” She didn’t know how to explain.

  “Babe, I told you I like ass. Relax, let me show you how good it can feel.” He continued licking her.

  She grabbed a handful of his hair, stopping his progress.

  “Problem?” he lifted his head to make eye contact.

  His gaze was intense. “I’m not sure.” She was panting and wired.

  “So, ass play is a firm no? Is that what you’re telling me?” His voice didn’t sound angry, just commanding.

  She paused. Christ, she didn’t know. She’d tried anal sex a few times and hadn’t enjoyed it. But she trusted Remy, and he said he was into it. She didn’t want to shut him down. “Can we just slow down a little?” She paused and added, “Please?”

  His eyes were staring intently into hers, like he wanted to read her thoughts. She let go of his hair as he continued watching her. She braced herself for a scathing remark or a fight.

  “Sure, Frankie, we can slow it down. It’s something we’re going to have to talk about, sometime. But it’s cool.” He rolled to her side and pulled her into his chest.

  “I’m sorry,” her words were muffled.

  He ran his hand through the hair at the back of her head, “No, you did right. You weren’t into it, and you told me. That’s what I want from you.” He continued running his fingers through her hair.

  “I don’t want for you to get mad at me,” she said, keeping her face buried against his skin. “I haven’t liked it before, you know. I just sort of freaked out.”

  He
placed a kiss on her hair. “Honey, I don’t want you to ever do something with me that freaks you out. If you don’t want to do something, or it doesn’t feel right, then we won’t do it. Get me?”

  She nodded against his chest.

  “It was good you stopped me, told me. Okay?” he repeated as he ran his hand over her spine, calming her.

  She slowly pulled her head back so that he could see her expression. “Just give me some time. I think I need a little bit more time.”

  “Got you.” He kissed her lips gently then more hungrily. When he pulled back, he smiled. “Go to sleep, Frankie.”

  “God, you are so bossy,” she complained but she was smiling.

  ***

  Remy was sitting on the loveseat waiting for Francesca to put the finishing touches on her make-up or whatever women needed to do before they walked out the door. She was cutting it closely to the start time of the party—not that they had far to go, just down to the second floor ballroom.

  He leaned back and crossed his leg over the knee of the other, attempting to relax while he waited. They’d slept in this morning, and then had driven up into the mountains with no clear destination in mind. They’d stopped for lunch at a little place on the side of the road for burgers, and then enjoyed the vistas from the Rocky Mountains. They’d talked and laughed throughout the trip.

  “Time?” Francesca yelled from the bathroom.

  “What are you asking?” Remy teased.

  “What time is it, or how much time do I have until we have to walk out the door?”

  He could hear her moving around. “It’s eighteen forty-eight, so technically you have ten minutes to primp, and then two to get to the second floor.”

  “I’ll be out in five,” she promised.

  “Take your time, Francesca. Don’t worry.” He knew that she was still trying to figure out his friends. It was encouraging that she was so nervous. He loved it that she was trying so hard with his friends.

  She walked out of the bathroom, putting on a bracelet. “So, do I look okay?”

  He stood and let out a whoosh of air. Fuck, yeah. “You are gorgeous.” He made the turnaround sign with his index finger pointing skyward.

  She complied. “I brought three other dresses in case you don’t like this one. It’s not too revealing, is it?” She ran her finger down the V-neck front. “Not too much boobage?”

  He would have liked more. “I like the back.” It was cut very low, almost to the curve of her ass. “The boobage is good, too.”

  “The black stones on the mesh aren’t too much?” The knee length dress was covered in tiny black stones.

  “Babe, you look really good.” He moved forward and kissed her neck.

  She ran her hands up his lapels to loop around his neck. “I always forget how great you look in a suit.”

  “Are you going to be able to dance in those shoes?” She was wearing black satin pumps.

  Her eyebrows shot upward. “You dance?” She felt her eyebrows shoot up. Was there anything better than a man who liked to dance?

  “My mom made me take lessons. I even won a competition for my age group, so yes, I can dance. What about you?” He moved his hands to take up the proper dance position.

  She leaned into him. “I didn’t win any awards, but I don’t think I’ll embarrass you too badly.”

  “Grab your purse and let’s head out.” He watched her pick up her small bag, and then they left their room.

  There was a short line at the entrance to the ballroom. Both sets of parents were posted to greet the guests. When it was their turn, he introduced Francesca as his girlfriend. Just saying that gave him a warm feeling.

  He steered her toward one of the bar areas. “What would you like tonight?”

  “I’m going to pace myself—a tonic with lime.”

  “That’s no fun, how about adding a little vodka?” he said in a teasing voice. He knew that she was tense.

  She smiled. “Just a splash, then.”

  After Remy retrieved their drinks, Trevor approached. “Francesca, you look amazing,” he said and lightly kissed her cheek.

  Francesca blushed. “Thank you. You look pretty tasty yourself. I imagine by the end of the night you’ll have to fight off the …” She paused as though she couldn’t decide what to say. “All of the boys and the girls tonight,” she rushed to finish.

  Trevor laughed and tweaked her nose. “I always say, why should somebody this handsome limit himself?”

  Remy toasted Trevor. “Hey, whatever works for you.”

  “Have Bruce and Lacey arrived?” Francesca scanned the room.

  Trevor frowned. “I’m sure Lacey will make a grand entrance. She’s the type.”

  “I’m sure she’ll look amazing,” Francesca said. “It’s her Engagement Party, a big night for her.”

  Trevor shook his head. “I hope Bruce knows what he’s getting into with her.”

  “Trevor,” Remy said, a warning in his tone.

  “I’m just saying, he works for her daddy; he’s going to live in the house her parents are giving them as a wedding gift. He’s tied to her family—hogtied.”

  “Bruce knows what he’s doing,” Remy stated flatly.

  “I sure as shit hope so.”

  Francesca’s eyebrows rose as she stared from one man to the other. Then her gaze slipped past his shoulder. “Oh look, there’s Jennifer and Linc.”

  The couple made their way to their little group.

  After greetings were exchanged, Trevor took the drink orders and headed to the bar.

  “I can’t wait to see what Lacey will be wearing,” Jennifer said. “Bruce’s mother said it was a Stella McCartney.

  “I’m sure she will be lovely.” Francesca smiled at Jennifer. “That jumpsuit was made for you.”

  Jennifer stood taller and did a little turn for Francesca. “I wasn’t sure about it. Looks like most everybody stuck to black.”

  Remy smiled. Francesca was trying to make friends with the woman.

  “The purple will make you stand out,” Francesca pronounced.

  “I like your dress, too. I think I saw one like it at Macy’s.”

  Remy watched his date to see how she would handle Jennifer’s barb. He knew from the shopping trip in Chicago that Francesca wore expensive clothes. He was sure the dress she was wearing tonight was designer and probably cost more than most people’s mortgage payment.

  Francesca took a sip of her drink and turned to Linc. “Today, Remy was telling me a little about the hunting trip that you’re planning. So, how cold will it be in North Dakota?”

  Linc chuckled. “Cold enough for the city boys to complain, I imagine.”

  Remy shook his head at his friend who was totally full of shit. They had been in temperatures that ranged from over one hundred-ten to minus ten. They weren’t pussies.

  “I’ll just bring my electric blankey to keep me warm,” Remy teased.

  “Fuck you. I expect you to help me with these pretty boys,” Linc said. “Trev and Bruce will probably want to do each other’s nails or something like that.”

  “Linc, shhh.” Jennifer elbowed her husband.

  “Let’s dance,” Remy said to Francesca, taking her drink from her hand and setting it down on a nearby table. He led her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. The band was playing a slow number. “This is much better than listening to Linc bitch about the others.” He nuzzled her cheek.

  “I think he might have had a drink before coming down.” Francesca relaxed into his arms. “I don’t care what he says, when I look at you guys, I see men who can take care of themselves.”

  “Linc has always been the leader of our little group. He always seemed more mature, and we all followed his lead. He seems different this trip, tense, a little bit on edge. I hope he’s okay,” Remy glanced at his friend who seemed to be in a heated discussion with his wife.

  “Sometimes travelling can be stressful, or maybe he’s having a bad week. I thought he was ver
y nice.” Francesca ran her thumb back and forth along the back of his hand holding hers.

  “Even Jennifer’s different this trip. She’s been a little short.” Remy glanced at Francesca to gauge her reaction.

  She shrugged in his arms. “In a group, we all have to figure out the hierarchy. I don’t necessarily want to be the leader, but I’ve taken enough jabs to have had my fill of Jennifer.”

  “She’s been the only woman in our group for a long time.”

  “Now that’s going to change. Lacey is young and will either fall in line or avoid you all. I’m a different story. I’ve played these games since I was a kid. I don’t care that she and Linc are the leaders. She needs to treat me with respect and cut out the digs.” Francesca’s tone was serious. “I won’t put up with it.”

  “God, you’re making me hard, talking all tough. If there’s a cat fight, can I please watch?” Remy tightened his arm around her.

  She arched an eyebrow. “Of course you can watch, because after I kick ass, I’ll need to do something to burn off the adrenaline.” She laughed. “I’ll be jazzed.”

  He moved closer to her ear and whispered. “You’re making me crazy, you know that, right?”

  She canted her hips so that she was rubbing against his hardening cock. “We could go up to our room, and I could help you with that.”

  Before he could answer, the orchestra leader stopped the music, and the trumpets blew a fanfare. He stepped to the microphone and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family, Lacey and Bruce have arrived.”

  The drummer beat out a rhythm, and the room erupted in clapping as the couple walked through the doorway, across the dance floor, and climbed onto the bandstand.

  Bruce took the mic from the man. “Thank you all so much for coming. Dinner will be served in about ten minutes, so you might want to find a chair, then after, there will be more dancing and drinking. Lots of drinking.” Lacey smacked his arm, but Bruce only grinned. “Enjoy!” He handed the microphone back to the band leader and helped his fiancée from the platform.

  “I guess we’d better find a place to sit.” Francesca started to walk from the dance floor.