The Gambler

by Silver, Jordan

  “No worries just play.” He put another token in the machine and she pulled the lever. All the while Jenna had her head cocked to the side as if listening for something. He can’t say that he was surprised when all the bells and whistles started going off. He just looked at his flower and the smile on her face was all the answer he needed.

  When the woman started thanking him to death he figured it was time to go. “Find out who she is.”

  “On it boss.”

  After that Jenna played on every machine she felt like. She didn’t win shit but he didn’t care. The way she threw her head back and laughed whenever the wheels would spin, or she’d hit for a small win, was payment enough.

  Chapter 20

  She soon grew tired of playing and took his arm to lead him away.

  “Come on Jenna, I was just starting to get hot.” Gramps complained when he told him it was time to go.

  She took out her phone and sent Andros another text. He laughed his ass off when he showed it to him. ‘It’s a dud.’ He didn’t even want to know how she knew that shit, but he wasn’t willing to bet against her.

  He thought for sure it was going to be a short night since it seemed she was done with the machines. But she seemed to have something else in mind. He followed her up the stairs and to a room he knew well. He had a bad moment when he remembered the last time he was here, just a few short nights ago. “You wanna go in there baby, you sure?” She nodded and walked ahead of him.

  “Andros…” The men sitting around the table called out to him as he entered the room. Some of the old timers greeted gramps, whom they hadn’t seen in these parts for a long long time.

  Some of the faces from that night were there and he saw recognition dawn on their faces when they saw her, but no one said a word. That was good, because he wasn’t in the mood to field any questions.

  He took a seat at the table and the guys brought one over for Jenna to sit at his side. Gramps also took his place as security took up strategic positions around the room.

  By his first hand she seemed to lose interest and fished her toy out of her purse. He thought he’d play a few hands before she got bored and then head out. By the fifth hand he was about ready to call it a night, the game wasn’t holding much interest for him. “Jenna play.”

  Shit, did she want to go back to the machines? “Okay baby we’ll go play.”

  “No play.” She pointed to his cards. He looked around the table to see if anyone would object, not that he gave a fuck, but he wanted to see whose face he might have to break for being stupid. No one said anything when he changed places with her.

  Contrary to what he thought, they were only too happy with this turn of events. To a man they thought Andros was a fool to let the imbecile play his hand in such a high-stakes game. His lost, they prepared to fleece the pretty air headed girl for all Andros was worth.

  She took her time studying her hand and the table. He didn’t look over her shoulder to see what she was doing, as far as he was concerned as long as she was having fun that’s all he cared about.

  The game seemed to take longer because of this, and some of the players were getting antsy. One glower from Andros was enough to have them settling down again. “Call.”

  Andros looked at the asshole next to him as he added fifty grand to the pot. He threw a hundred -thousand dollar chip down to cover her.

  She was concentrating really hard on her hand and not really paying attention to the other occupants of the room, as the cards were dealt for another three rounds with calls and folds. When it was down to the last three players, five having folded and the pot a little under half a mil, she still didn’t seem too interested.

  He knew she had no concept of money and he could stand to lose that and more so he wasn’t too worried.

  Gramps had folded a long time ago and was just watching like everyone else to see the end result. Andros was getting himself ready to leave as he was sure she must be tired after the long night, what with her shoulder wound.

  When one of the others folded and it was just down to her and the last guy he hoped she wasn’t too disappointed when she lost.

  Damn! He cursed silently when the asshole showed a straight flush and grinned around his cigar. Andros was giving some serious thought to making him swallow the shit, the fuck.

  He heard the ‘oh shit’ from Garrett just seconds before she placed her hand on the table for all to see. He started laughing before he pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard. A royal fucking flush. No way this was her first game.

  He took out his phone as his guys collected her winnings and the rest of the room fell silent. Some of them were thinking Andros had pulled a fast one, others were thinking it was the luck of the draw.

  Still some were trying to figure out how the hell she’d done it, she hadn’t been counting cards, they would’ve known. They played the game enough they had an eye for those things. Plus she hardly ever looked at the fucking table half the damn time.

  Andros texted her a message. ‘Have you done this before baby?’

  ‘Yes.’ She had a big goofy grin on her face.

  ‘Where?’

  ‘Vegas, Monte Carlo.’ She was practically vibrating in her seat, but he was starting to get a bad feeling in his gut now.

  Was this yet another way in which they’d used her? He didn’t want to dampen her spirits, so he let none of his inner turmoil show, but he was pretty sure he was sitting next to a card shark. Well fuck, what now?

  He tested his theory on the flight home. Everyone was in a high state of excitement, not least of all Jenna. He had to practically drag her away from the felt, as she seemed to get some kind of charge out of playing.

  The other occupants were only too happy to see her go, seeing as how she’d wiped them out to the tune of seven hundred and fifty grand or thereabouts.

  His one nagging thought was, if she’d made that much in the short time they’d been there, how much had she made Bonata over the years? And they’d paid her with fucking chocolate; which is exactly what she’d asked for after they’d cashed in her chips.

  He wondered why he’d never heard of her playing here in The City, he would’ve known about her if she had, he was sure. No one that good could go unnoticed for that long. There had to be a reason they’d taken her to Vegas and Monte Carlo, away from Bonata’s backyard so to speak.

  He had mixed feelings about her success, he was happy that she was happy, but he hated the fact that this was yet one more way in which they’d used and exploited her. He shuddered to think what else he’d uncover in the weeks and months ahead, as they settled into a life together.

  There was one area at least, and quite possibly for a man like Andros, the most important one in this situation; where he was sure she hadn’t been handled. Her kisses were still innocent and her reaction was such, that he knew no one had ever touched her.

  He wasn’t sure what he would’ve done if that were the case, if they’d used her in that way as well. The thought had him at the brink of exploding. Still he kept his cool as he, gramps, and even the men, tried to best her at cards.

  By the time they landed in the wee hours of the morning the rest of them were wiped out, she on the other hand seemed like she’d just caught her second wind, and he knew that meant he’d be up for at least another few hours. No biggie, he was actually high off of her exuberance.

  He said goodnight to the others as he took his two charges inside with him. He had no need to check the security detail around the premises because he knew they were in place, plus when he put the house on lockdown no one and nothing was getting in there.

  He carried her up the stairs after they said goodnight to gramps. She prattled on and on about what she’d seen tonight, nothing at all about her playing and winning close to a million dollars in less than five hours.

  “Angel, butterfly sleep.”

  “No baby I don’t think they sleep.” He walked over to the cage where they were hanging on the sides not
moving, but he knew they weren’t sleeping; they can’t, they don’t have eyelids. He tried explaining it to her but she’d made up her mind already and apparently had moved on.

  He was busy shedding his own clothes and walking in and out of the closet to hang shit up, because he was a neat freak.

  He was pondering if he should grab a pair of pajamas as he walked out of the closet for the last time in his silk boxers, when she poleaxed his ass. She was standing near the window where the predawn light was doing its best to break through. She had her dress up and over her head as she struggled to take it off.

  Her body, clad only in black lace, the underwear and bra she’d picked out for herself, made his mouth water. And when she dropped the dress, stepped out of it and shook her hair out, he thought he moaned. He had no control over his feet or his heart as he moved over to her. His silent mantra of ‘please let this be alright’ blocked out every other thought in his head.

  He approached her cautiously, not wanting to move too fast lest he spook her. When he stood in front of her and ran his finger down her cheek, his eyes boring into hers, she smiled the most beautiful smile up at him. It went straight through his heart and beyond. “Angel, kiss?”

  “Yes my beautiful baby.” He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his middle before bringing his mouth down on hers. He wasn’t sure if she knew or even understood the difference in the degrees between this kiss and the many others they’d shared before.

  Always he held back a little, it had only been a few days after all. But he knew his Jenna didn’t measure time and space the same as others.

  If he held back it was only for propriety’s sake and right now he could give a fuck about propriety, or what anyone else was gonna think.

  She was his wasn’t she? If he hadn’t already claimed her in the eyes of the law, he’d already claimed her in his heart, in his very soul. To him that carried more weight.

  Chapter 21

  He stood there next to the bed with his tongue in her mouth, as she made the sexiest fucking sounds he’d ever heard. She took hold of his face as he controlled the heat and depth of the kiss, while his hands caressed her gently.

  He wanted in turns to plunder and savor. Her scent, her feel, her very essence, called him to plunder, but her sweet innocence commanded that he savor. Pulling his mouth slowly away from hers he looked into her eyes before laying her back on the bed.

  He teased her body with his fingertips as she writhed against the sheets her legs falling open. He could feel her body heating up under his hand as he came closer and closer to her sex, but each time he’d teasingly pull back.

  With eyes still locked, he leaned his head over her and kissed her bare stomach repeatedly, making an arc around her middle. He licked her just above the waistline of her bikini underwear, before dipping his tongue slightly under and back out again.

  She hissed and shook a little, but he felt no fear in her. He was on the alert for any sign that he was scaring her, as he lowered her panties ever so slowly. She did nothing more than lifted her ass to make it easier for him and he breathed a sigh of relief.

  His cock was already hurting so bad, that the thought of having to stop now would’ve had him howling into the fucking dawn. He pulled them off her feet and threw them to the floor, before turning back to her. He’d deal with the bra later, right now he wanted to deal with her sweet pussy that opened like a flower under his tongue.

  He inhaled her scent first, before letting his tongue peep out to touch her flesh. She lifted off the bed, pushing her pussy harder against his mouth. He held her hips in his hands as he licked deeply into her. Ahh there it was.

  He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath, until he felt that membrane with his tongue. The surety of her innocence was like a lightning rod to his senses. He pressed against it with his tongue before pulling back once more and opening her up with his fingers. He wanted to see, needed to for whatever reason.

  Her pink flesh was dewy from his kisses and her own moisture as he gently held her open. He could barely make out the little strip of flesh that covered just inside her entrance. He was grateful that it wasn’t much deeper, as he didn’t want to cause her undue pain, but the sight of it there, waiting for him to claim, was almost too much.

  He pressed his raging cock harder against the mattress as he laid between her legs. Her body grew more sensitive as he used his thumb to tease her clit and down to her opening. She keened and rocked while he used the tip of his finger to fuck just the entrance to her pussy. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

  “Angel…”

  “I know baby it’s okay I’m right here.” She tossed and turned her head on the pillow as he took her into his mouth again, making sure to send his tongue deep. Each time he felt her hymen against his tongue his cock jumped and wept.

  Not yet, he wanted to make sure she got as much pleasure out of their lovemaking as possible. He wanted to give her all of him, heart, and body, where he’d never given before. When she came in his mouth, on his tongue, he thought he’d weep. That was his assurance that she was with him. Now he could move on.

  He made his way up her body, taking little nibbles and kisses, from her hips to her chest, where he all but tore the bra from her. Her raspberry pink nipples stood out from her firm tits, just begging to be sucked.

  “Hmmm….” He couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure this time as her nipple pebbled against his tongue. Everything about her, about this one woman, was designed to enthrall him; he couldn’t get close enough. Her hands came up and around his back and he felt himself settle. She held him closer pulling his body harder down onto hers.

  Lifting a little without releasing her nipple from between his teeth, he fought to get out of his boxers. He was surprised when her hands joined his, and even more so when she took his hard, throbbing cock into her hand.

  She didn’t quite know what to do next, so he showed her. “Here little Jenna, let me show you.” They both looked down as his hand covered hers and he smoothed it up and down his cock.

  He showed her for three or four strokes before she got the hang of it herself and took over. He gritted his teeth when she discovered the tip of his cock, where the silky feel of his pre-cum had caught her attention.

  He didn’t know what it was, call it natural instinct, an innate sensuality, something. Whatever it was, she pushed her body down until her face was even with his cock.

  He held his breath waiting to see what she would do next. Maybe she was just fascinated by this new piece of flesh so different from her own, who knows? But when her tongue came out and licked the head of his cock he almost jumped out of his skin.

  He knew her natural inquisitiveness could turn this into a million kinds of torture, but he was willing to risk it for her.

  She played with his balls, ran her tongue up and down his length, laughing each time she felt it jump in her hands or on her tongue. She was playful and masterful in turns.

  One minute she was exploring him with her tongue and fingers and the next, without warning, she was taking him deep into her mouth. “Shit, fuck.” He hadn’t meant to grab her head like that, but it was total reflex. He thought for sure he’d scared her with that one, but instead she had her eyes on his as he saw the imprint of his cock in her cheek.

  She played with him until he thought he would go out of his fucking mind. If she were any better at this he’d have embarrassed himself. Once he realized that she had no inhibitions, no fears, his natural dominant nature took over and she once again found herself thrown to her back with him towering over her.

  “I’m going to eat you up little flower.” She grinned and squealed as he bit into her nipple, while rubbing his cock over her clit. She went from playful to vixen in zero flat as he rubbed the ridge of his cock against her clit and down to her opening, slipping in a little at a time.

  “Jenna, look at me. I love you. Do you understand?”

  She smiled and nodded, even though he wasn’t q
uite sure she understood. He’d just have to show her then. In every way possible, he’d show her how much he loved, treasured and adored her. Taking her arms and placing them around him, he kissed from her jawline to her lips.

  “Give me your tongue baby.” She peeked it out teasingly, before he caught it with a growl, and sucked it into his mouth. While she was distracted by his kiss, he took his cock in hand and led it as gently as he could into her.

  He closed his eyes when he felt her virginity, a mixture of love, lust and trepidation coursing through him. He wish he could spare her this pain, still he reveled in it, in the knowledge that no one else ever had and after this day, never will, know her.

  He pushed her tongue out of his mouth and fed her his as he pushed through with one hard stab of his cock. She screamed into his mouth and his heart hurt for a minute at the sound. “Shh, it’s okay now baby.”

  “Angel hurt.” There were tears in her eyes and he felt like a complete monster. He was going to stop but he knew if he did, they’d never get here again, that she’d always be afraid. He eased out of her body and used the edge of the sheet to clean away the little droplets of blood that had left her body when he breeched her.

  Still using soothing noises he once again licked into her pussy, this time there was no barrier and his tongue had free rein. He ate her until she was at fever pitch again, before climbing up her body once more and sliding into her.

  Thank fuck. There was no pain this time, no cry of hurt. His heart finally slowed to a gallop as he stroked into her nice and easy, letting her get used to his length.

  He still had a few inches to go, but she was so tight, so small, he didn’t want to risk damaging her. Already his cock head was at her cervix, he could feel the rubbery softness of it against him and it drove him mad. He wanted in there, but not yet.