All In (Casino Nights #2)

by Melanie Jayne

  He grunted as she shifted to take him as deeply as she could. His hips pushed forward.

  They continued moving in this synchronized rhythm.

  Remy’s finger circled her clit, and she moaned around the cock in her mouth. Remy increased his speed and shortened his strokes.

  Francesca massaged the sensitive spot behind Trevor’s balls as she continued sucking him.

  “Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna blow.” Trevor’s hand gripped her hair tightly.

  Remy was making noises deep in his throat as he pounded into her.

  Francesca couldn’t believe she was doing this—letting both men fuck her, and she stopped concentrating, just felt the strength of each man’s need.

  Trevor was grinding against her face. Her nose was buried in his trimmed hair. He gave her just enough space to grab a breath between each thrust.

  Remy increased the pressure on her clit, and she felt fire spread through her body.

  Trevor’s cock pulsed between her lips, and he held her head still as he pumped into her open mouth.

  Remy growled. “God, that’s so hot, baby. Watching you do him.” He pinched her clit, and she could only moan against Trevor’s cock as she came.

  Remy pushed into her one or two times more and let out a loud growl as he emptied into her.

  At last, Trevor had loosened his hold on her head, and she released him from her mouth. She turned her body partially so that she could rest her head on his thigh, breathing deeply.

  Remy still had a tight hold on one hip as he lay on his side.

  Trevor found his voice first. “Fuck, that was good.”

  She laughed, because that summed up the experience perfectly.

  Remy rolled off of the bed; his hands rearranging her body. Trevor shifted lower and made room for them. Remy placed her in the middle, so that she lay sandwiched between two warm, male bodies.

  Trevor eyes were closed. He had removed the condom at some point. But she didn’t think he was sleeping.

  Remy rose on one arm, his gaze going to Trevor. Then he leaned over Francesca and kissed her. She turned into his body returning his kiss.

  “You are so beautiful,” he whispered.

  “So are you.” She glided her hand over his chest.

  “Are you doing okay?”

  He was concerned. She could see it in his eyes. “Yes,” she said automatically, although this was a little weird. Trevor had checked out, and now she and Remy caressed each other and whispered together next to Trevor’s resting body.

  He smoothed his lips across her cheek. “He’ll want to fuck you.”

  Her gaze met Remy’s, and she saw something there, but his expression quickly shuttered. “What?”

  “I know him, and he won’t leave until he has you. He came in your mouth, but he’ll want more.” Remy didn’t sound happy; there was a hint of resignation in his voice.

  Did he not want Trevor to fuck her? If that were true, then why wouldn’t he just tell her?

  She glanced over her shoulder at Trevor. He was very attractive, and if she were single, she might have taken him up on an offer of a night filled with hot sex. But now, after all the moments she’d spent with Remy, Trevor’s attraction couldn’t compare with the man who held her in his arms. Remy was in love with her. He was giving her this night to experience a long held fantasy.

  Trevor moved behind her, his front blanketing her back and his arm encircling her waist.

  “Damn right, I want to fuck her. Jesus, Francesca you’re so sexy.” Trevor’s voice was low, and his breath hot against her shoulder.

  “Give her a few more minutes,” Remy said, his voice roughened.

  “No problem, I got all night.” Trevor brushed a kiss along her shoulder.

  As both men stroked her body and brushed light kisses over her sensitive skin, she tried to relax and enjoy their attention. She knew where this was headed, but something didn’t feel right. She wasn’t getting hotter, because she was worried.

  Remy eased her onto her back and plumped her breast. Trevor kissed her neck and collar bone.

  She watched Remy’s head lower to her breasts. She didn’t need another man here to make sex better. Remy understood her body, anticipated her needs. He made the after part so special. He always held her and kissed her, telling her she was beautiful and how much he enjoyed her body.

  Trevor now joined Remy in playing with her breasts. He was a little rougher, his mouth more demanding.

  Remy seemed so certain of his love for her. He was ready to come to Las Vegas because her career was important to her. Could she love him as much as he loved her? Could she give of herself as generously as he had?

  Right now, the answer was no. She was going to have to work harder at making changes to her life. The last time she’d loved a man, she’d ruined the relationship with her devotion to her work. Then when things had started going bad, she’d used work as her salvation. The casino was a safe place, where she was in control, where she knew what she was doing.

  Remy knew this and had assured her they could work through problems. Somehow, she knew he would be the one to compromise, but he didn’t seem to worry about that. He acted proud of her accomplishments, and he wanted more for her, if that was what she needed.

  Trevor moved his finger over her folds and kissed her ribs.

  Remy nuzzled her neck and lightly pinched her nipple. It felt good, she couldn’t lie, but she would rather it be just her and Remy.

  God, that thought hit her right in the chest, and she stopped breathing for a moment. She glanced at Trevor. He was already rolling another condom over his cock.

  She felt the panic roll through her body. She didn’t want Trevor inside of her. This...this wasn’t what she wanted.

  He moved closer to her body.

  Her breath came in short pants. Oh God, I don’t want this.

  He positioned himself between her thighs.

  Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Could Remy feel her heart hammer? He was beside her, still palming her breasts.

  Trevor’s cock was at her opening. No, no. She started shaking her head, and she tried to squeeze her thighs closed, but Trevor’s body blocked her.

  “No! No, stop,” she cried. “I don’t want this.” She pushed at Trevor’s shoulders.

  Remy placed a hand against Trevor’s chest, halting him. “Hold up, Trevor.” He sat up beside her, “Francesca, baby... Francesca what’s wrong?” Remy tried to grab her wrists as she bucked her body against Trevor’s. His expression hardened as he studied her face. He shoved at Trevor. “Get off her man. Get off,” Remy urged his friend.

  Panic kept her jerking her body, trying to fight the men. “Make this stop Remy, please make this stop.” She started crying. She was in full panic mode, not registering that the scene had stopped.

  “Trevor move away from her,” Remy ordered.

  “God, man, I swear I didn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t,” he said, confusion in his voice.

  Francesca dragged in a ragged breath. “I don’t want this. No more, please no more.” Tears rolled down her cheeks.

  Remy’s jaw firmed. “No more, Trev. We’re done here,” he said, moving to block Trevor from her line of sight.

  She threw herself against Remy’s body.

  Remy didn’t know what was going on. Francesca was crying hysterically, begging him to make the scene stop.

  He glanced in Trevor’s direction. His friend’s face was ashen as he watched Francesca burrow into Remy’s body.

  He tightened his arms around her as he spoke to Trevor. “Get dressed and get gone.” He hated to use that harsh tone with his friend, but he had to make Francesca feel safe.

  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she chanted into his chest.

  Remy disentangled one arm and grabbed a cotton blanket that was on the chair in the corner of the room. He wrapped it around Francesca, who was still shaking. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the balcony. “Can you sit out here until Trevor leaves? Will you
be okay?” He looked at her tear-stained face.

  She nodded yes against his shoulder.

  He placed her gently on her feet and unlocked the balcony door. He threw the door open and led her to a chair. After she sat, he tightened the blanket around her. “Give me two minutes. I’ll be right back.” He rested his hand on her shoulder.

  “Okay.” She pressed her hand on top of his.

  He pulled the door partially closed and walked back into the bedroom.

  Trevor was sitting on the corner of the bed with his head in his hands.

  Remy dropped down beside him. “I don’t know what happened.”

  Trevor raised his head. His worried gaze met Remy’s. “I don’t know what I did. I thought she was into it.” He looked lost and upset. His shoulders were slumped, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times as if he was searching for the words he wanted to say.

  “She was into it,” Remy said, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I know her well enough to tell you that.”

  “Did she say anything? Tell you why?”

  Remy shook his head, and then stood and looked around for a something to put on. He snagged a pair of jeans that were draped over the arm of the chair.

  “I hope she won’t hate me,” Trevor said, staring off into space.

  “She won’t hate you, and neither will I,” Remy said, trying to assure his friend and himself.

  “The crazy thing is, I really like her Rem. I mean, as a person. Tonight was hot, but I knew it was a one-time thing. I wanted to make it good for her.” Trevor turned to look at his friend.

  “If I can find out what happened, I’ll tell you.” Remy zipped his pants and walked to the bedroom door, clearly signaling that Trevor should leave.

  Remy watched as Trevor moved around the suite, grabbing the rest of his clothes and hurriedly dressing.

  When Trevor moved toward the door and unlocked the deadbolt, he turned, his eyes still troubled. “Man, I hope I didn’t fuck anything up for you. I mean, I want this for you.”

  Remy rested against the wall. “Me too, buddy, me too.”

  Remy watched Trevor go, and then made sure all was secure. He let out a long sigh and headed to Francesca.

  She was curled up in the chair looking out into the night. She didn’t turn her head as he pushed open the balcony door.

  He pulled the other chair closer to her and sat. Then he took her hand and held it, not saying a word.

  Minutes ticked by and neither said a word.

  Finally, she spoke very quietly, “I’m sorry I lost it. I ruined everything.”

  “Can you tell me why, sweetheart?”

  She licked her lips and squeezed his hand more tightly. “Everything was going good. All of a sudden, I didn’t want him touching me like that. It felt…it felt wrong.” She turned to look at him.

  He chose his words very carefully. “Did he do something that felt wrong or hurt you?” If he had, he would kill him. Remy felt anger simmer in his veins.

  She rushed to answer, tripping over her words, “No, no it wasn’t that.” She turned in her chair to face him. “He’s really skilled.”

  He frowned at that information.

  “Well, you said that he had a lot of experience.” She was pleading with her eyes for something, understanding maybe.

  “Yeah, that’s true.” He gave her a small nod. He did it to reassure her and hopefully she would keep talking.

  She looked toward the view again, and he let her be silent. He watched her staring out into the night. He knew Trevor was worried, and he made a mental note to tell him not to contact Francesca. Of course, Trevor’s way of apologizing to women usually came in the form of a box from a jeweler or a designer purse.

  “I don’t want another man to come inside me. I don’t want another to touch me. Never again.”

  He could barely hear the words over the sound of the surf. “Okay,” he said, quietly, hoping she would say more.

  “I was watching you,” she said, “and a look passed over your face like you were upset. You covered it up really well, but I thought you didn’t want Trevor there with us.”

  How much to say? “Before we even started, I knew he would be touching you. No, it wasn’t fun for me, seeing you respond to him, but it was also hot. Does that make any sense?”

  She raised one shoulder in a shrug.

  He continued, “I knew that you had wanted to try a three-way, and when I made the offer, I knew you would be with Trevor.” He glanced her way to find her staring intently. “It was a part of the deal, and it got easier the more turned on you got. I know you enjoyed part of it. I know how you respond, and you were into it. I made that happen. I gave you that.”

  She nodded a few times. “You did, and you’re right. I was into it. It was hot. But then I started thinking and …” She started to cry.

  Remy cursed softly under his breath then pulled her onto his lap. After tucking the blanket around her, he started to rock her gently. “What got you so upset? What went through your head?”

  “I realized that you love me a lot.” She let out a small whimper. “So much that you would share me with another man, just to make me happy, to give me a gift.” She buried her face in his neck.

  “And because of that, you suddenly didn’t want Trevor with us?” He was struggling to understand.

  “It felt wrong. I didn’t want to be shared. I only want you.” She cried harder.

  He had no idea why she was crying harder, but he’d just heard words that made his heart pump madly.

  He held her a long time, letting her work through her tears. When she had been quiet for a few minutes, he shifted in his seat. “Frankie, let’s go to sleep. Sleep will help, I promise.”

  He felt her nod slide against his chest, and he stood and carried her to their bed.

  Chapter Eleven

  The digital clock read 4:18. Great. Ten minutes had passed since the last time she’d checked the screen. Her flight left at eight-thirty, and she still needed to pack and shower. She forced her mind to focus on the task at hand and not about the events of the previous night.

  “Might as well turn on the light and order breakfast. I know you’ve been awake for at least an hour.” Remy’s voice was scratchy this morning as he kissed her shoulder.

  She reached for the bedside lamp and golden light shone in the room. “Sorry, I really didn’t want to wake you.” She plumped her pillows behind her back and sat up.

  “I figure you have a lot on your mind, so I expected it.” He rolled onto his back and folded his hands behind his head.

  “I’ll hurry up and shower then get packed, and you can go back to sleep.” She really didn’t want to discuss her freak out.

  He raised a stern eyebrow. “This is what’s going to go down this morning, Francesca.” He continued looking at the ceiling. “While you shower, I’ll call room service and place our order. After we eat, you can pack, and I’ll shower. We’ll grab a cab to the airport.”

  “You don’t have to go with me. Like I said, you can go back to sleep.” His kindness was making her uncomfortable. She wanted some distance from him and her feelings.

  “Don’t,” he growled. “I know you’re trying to deal with what happened last night. I am, too. But don’t push me away. Now, I’m gonna take a piss, and then you get in the shower.” He got up and strode to the bathroom.

  Terrific, now Remy was irritated, and she really didn’t know what to do. “Great, just great.” She let out a loud sigh as she heard the toilet flush.

  Remy opened the door and walked to the chest of drawers. He pulled on a pair of navy fleece shorts. He turned to her. “Do you want anything special for breakfast?”

  “Something light, like a muffin, and lots of coffee.” She got up and walked naked to the bathroom.

  She was dressed in a red cotton tunic and black jeans. Her wet hair was wrapped in a towel on top of her head. She had pulled her suitcase from the closet, and it lay open on their bed.

&n
bsp; “Food’s here,” Remy called.

  She pulled the towel from her head and walked into the bathroom to toss the towel on the floor under the vanity.

  The waiter rolled the cart to the table. They watched him unload their breakfast selections. He then handed the leather checkholder to Remy, who signed it, and walked the man to the door.

  Francesca stood behind a chair at the table and waited for Remy to sit down. “Looks good,” she told him.

  “Take a seat, babe.” His words were still clipped.

  She pulled out the chair across from his and sat. Immediately, he handed her the coffee carafe. She had to smile, he did know her very well.

  Later, Remy pulled a T-shirt over his head as she zipped her suitcase closed. “Are we going to talk about last night before you get on the plane?” He moved to the bathroom and started to finger-comb his hair.

  She sat on the edge of the bed, her knees suddenly felt shaky. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” She honestly didn’t have a handle on everything that had happened. She just wanted him to stop pushing.

  She saw him drop both hands to the vanity counter top as he bowed his head. She thought he mumbled something, but she couldn’t make out the words. A moment later, he strode to the closet, grabbed his topsiders, and slid his feet inside them. When he turned, his expression was neutral. “Ready?”

  She couldn’t believe that he letting her off this easily. No discussion. No pressing for more explanations. “Uh, yes.”

  He moved next to her, grabbed her suitcase from the bed, then pulled the retractable handle out and started walking to the door.

  She watched his stiff back, not quite sure what to do. Did she want him to push her to talk? No, she wasn’t sure about what she was feeling, only that she’d wrecked last night, and he seemed irritated with her this morning.

  “Remy,” she started, he stopped and turned around to look at her. “I’m glad that you want to go with me this morning.” She smiled weakly at him. It sounded lame to her own ears.

  “I’m not sure when I’ll see you again, so I gotta make every minute count.” He waited by the door to the hallway.

  She didn’t like his words. What was that supposed to mean? She opened her tote bag and stowed her purse. She placed her phone in the exterior pocket. She slowly looked around the large room, memorizing each detail. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. Was this the end? She squared her shoulders and blinked quickly to battle the impending tears. She walked to the door.