Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... diamond or the rock Mary J. Blige got, but it’s so damn cute. My man takes good care of me.”

“Well, that ring means you my responsibility. If we go to work, then it’s on me. If we stay, that is. I’ll get a job until we have enough money.”

“Pete, I can work too. They have plenty of nail shops around here. Hell, they got them right here in the casinos and stuff.”

“Aint gon’ happen. Not in this town. Too many freaks and weirdo’s.” Pete slammed his beer down on the bar. Aiden flicked an ash. The bartender’s eyes lifted to the couple. Pete sighed. “It aint safe for you, Daisy. It’s my job to protect you.” He took her hand and kissed her ring. “Besides, I made a promise to you when I put this on your finger. I plan to honor it. You won’t regret leaving Hollow Creek.”

“Never, babe. Never.” Daisy dropped her arms on his shoulder. She played with the hair at the back of his nape. She kissed him on the lips in a sexy way that made Aiden’s brow arch. “Now, can we at least try that forty I won? I think I know a machine that’s got our name on it.”

Pete ran his hand down the curves along her side. “Let’s do it.”

Daisy backed away pulling Pete from his barstool. Pete popped her on the ass and she giggled, hitting at him playfully.

“You lookin’ hot in those jeans,” he smirked.

“Don’t even try it. We got business to tend to. Win me some money and I’ll let you take them off me.”

Pete removed a baseball cap from his back pocket. He pulled it down on his head and ...

... then dropped his arm around her shoulders as she slipped hers around his waist. “Let’s hurry up and win, then.”

Aiden flicked more ash into the crystal tray. He watched the couple with interest until they disappeared between slot machines.

“Place dead, Boss? No action?” asked Maurice, wiping down the bar.

“It’ll pick up.”

“You planning on hitting the tables? You always seem to get the players going,” Maurice half-kidded. Aiden recognized the truth in what he said. He blended with his customers pretty much unrecognized, except for the gold-diggers. Those bitches seem to have a nose for his kind of wealth.

Rolling dice could cure his terminal case of boredom. He’d hit the game room and draw in the crowd or sit at the poker table and throw the keys of his Ferrari up to make it interesting. Was it legal? Well, the winnings were reported; the losses not so much. Being golf buddies with the Gaming Commissioner had certain privileges.

“Yeah, I think I’ll do that,” said Aiden with a smirk. The little country accent of the dark beauty lingered in his ear over the winning chimes of the slots. She’d caught his attention twice now. That in itself was interesting. Very interesting.

Chapter Four

Daisy checked around the casino floor for Pete. The money had dried up. She knew he would be pissed. She lost sight of him when he disappeared in the sea of people, heading to the bathroom. Hungry, tired, and disappointed Daisy sulked. They had one more night in their fleabag ...