Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... smile eased across his lips. “Seen a few people come through the casino doors, then walk out millionaires. Seen even more lose it all. Let’s say I’m curious.” The coin fell flat. Aiden’s hand covered it. “My game, Mr. Doyle, is chance. I can give you one. So I ask again, what would you do with a million dollars?”

“We’d do what other people do, I guess. Make our lives better. Get married and stuff.”

“Right, but you two are on your way to doing that regardless of money—correct?” Aiden gave a pointed nod to the ring on Daisy’s hand. She lowered it from the table. Pete felt a tinge of anger over the action. She blushed.

“Yes, we are, thanks to the thousand dollars I won today,” She said. “Thanks to you.”

“Sure. Thanks. Now let’s go, Daisy.” Pete gave her a nudge.

Daisy threw her hands up. “Pete, please. Look at this place. Let’s stay. I want to. It’s obvious he’s giving us a chance to play more, to win more.”

Pete saw more than he wanted to in her eyes and heard it in her voice. She had that ‘don’t make me stay in the roach motel another night’ look. Well, exactly what was he supposed to do with his pride? This slick older dude had given his girl her dreams twice already. Now he dangled a huge carrot. Why? He looked back to Aiden Keane and his eyes, like those of a hawk, watchful and predatory. The manager returned during the silent stand-off. A silver keycard was placed before them. Daisy ran her fingers over the metal card.

“May I suggest, Mr. Doyle, that ...

... you call it? You stay here at the Shamrock. It falls the other way then you and the pretty lady take leave. Your choice. That and a little chance.”

Daisy shook her head fiercely trying to get Pete’s attention. There was no way in hell she wanted to gamble with a night in the most expensive hotel on the strip. But Pete liked the offer a lot better if it were left to chance and not to this man who couldn’t keep his fucking eyes off his girl.

“Heads and we stay,” he said.

“Pete, no!”

“HEADS.” Pete gave her a stern look. Daisy removed her hand from the hotel key. Satisfied for the moment, Pete quirked his brow at Aiden. “So what’s up? We staying or not?”

Aiden lifted his hand; his girl's eyes bulged out of her skull. Pete dared the same look.

“It appears you are staying,” smirked Aiden.

Daisy snatched up the hotel key. Pete wanted to check the coin but Aiden removed it and flipped it between his fingers. Pete looked over to Daisy with disappointment in his heart. Was she into this guy and the things he could do for her? Did money mean that much?

“Care for another wager, Mr. Doyle?”

Daisy tried to still her beating heart. She could kick Pete’s ass for the testosterone play. This wasn’t one of those goofball friends of his he could jerk around with. This man, well, he had been different. She barely heard the question on the table before Pete responded.

“What, you got more coins in your pockets?”

Aiden’s eyes gleamed in amusement.

“How much did you ...