“Time to win some money, motherfucker.” Ky puts me in a headlock.
“That is the master plan.” We walk out onto the casino floor, card tables calling our names.
We all spread out, each tackling a table. Gambit heading to the high-rollers’ room.
The hands start rolling, one after another, like an assembly line of hearts and spades and aces and diamonds. Another night of nonstop play, of winning and losing, of thrilling highs and disappointing lows. It’s like an iron spreader for your mental health. But I have to push on. For myself, and for all the people helping me.
Sitting here now, I realize I could have never done any of this on my own.
As much as I wanted to. As much as I wanted to keep everyone I cared about far, far away from my problems, sometimes you just need to suck it up and accept the help.
I thought I would look like less of a person if I asked for help, like a loser, like a failure, like a child, but when Kira got taken, the first place Ky turned was to us. No one looked at him like any of those things. We all just wanted to do our part. We all felt for him. He’s our brother. He’s also one of the strongest people I know. And I’m only realizing it now, accepting his help has made me stronger. This club, these friendships, the feelings I have for Liv, they all make me stronger. I’ve been living an empty life, barely keeping my head above water, secretly dealing with the debt left to me by my father, all while pretending everything is okay.
I’m done pretending. I’m done feeling empty. I want more. I want a full life. I want my freedom back. And I want Liv. Right now. This second. I can’t picture anything else, but her in bed, naked, alone, and waiting for me.
I fold right in the middle of my hand and push all my chips in Ky’s direction. “What the fuck, man?” He regards me like I’m nuts. So does everyone else at the table.
“Sorry, I gotta go.” I don’t make any excuses.
Ky grunts. “Yeah, guy, I get it. Surprised it took you this long.” He gives me his blessing. As if I needed it. Nothing could keep me away from Liv. Not a tornado or a tsunami, or even my terrifying best friend.
Tonight is ours.
Mine and Liv’s.
I sprint to the elevators, the bright lights and vibrant colors of the casino floor blurring in my peripheral vision.
I press the up button like a crazed maniac; every second away from Liv feels like a continuous slice of a razor blade over my sensitive skin.
The floors can’t come quick enough, and when I finally reach hers, something in my chest explodes. A peak of excitement, a thrill of anticipation, the knowledge of a satisfying reward.
I barrel through the door and find Liv exactly where she said she’d be, exactly how she described. Naked, alone, and waiting for me.
Every part of me pounds with the prospect of what’s to come. Of the want, need, hunger, and raging desire threatening to tear me apart. Liv sees it all in my wild eyes as I rush the bed, ripping off my shirt as I do.
Sliding onto the mattress like a reckless man, I wrap my arms around her thighs and bury my face right between her legs.
“Ah!” She jerks the moment I put my mouth on her. But I’m not letting go or letting up until the honeyed juice of her orgasm is running down my chin.
I suck on her clit and lick her pussy with extreme force, causing Liv to buck and moan all over the bed. “Damon, Damon, oh, God, Damon.” She’s in erogenous distress, which was exactly my intention.
If there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s use my mouth.
“Oh, God.” Her words are exaggerated, her voice is strained, and her body is tense as I continually eat away at her. My cock is throbbing in my pants, tormenting me to bust my zipper, but it’s Liv I want coming first. Nothing turns me on more than her sweet fucking sounds and her sweet fucking taste. She fights against me, preparing for the climax that’s going to obliterate her from the inside out.
“You’re going to make me come so hard.” Liv’s voice elevates erotically as she pulls on my hair.
That’s the fucking idea.
Then, it happens. The fucking release I was gunning for.
She cries out with the most tormenting sound of pleasure. The taste of her cum sparking an inferno within me.
I draw out every sugary drop until she’s panting and broken on the bed. “You’re fucking mine tonight.” I indulgently lick her clit, causing her to shudder. She’s made me so fucking hard, I know the minute I’m inside her I’m going to detonate.
Shifting over her body, I pop the button of my jeans and push them down just low enough to unleash my erection. Guiding the head of my cock to her soaking wet entrance, I push inside with one swift blow. Liv nearly climbs up the headboard from the violent force, but I pin her wrists down and then start to move. Circling my hips in a maddening motion. The warm, wet feel of her pussy has my spine severing and mind splitting like a hedonistic headache. We grunt and groan, drowning in the overriding feel of each other.
“Shit, you’re so hard.” Her breathing is labored. She’s barely recovered from her first orgasm before I force another on top of her.
