Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... win tonight?” Daisy asked. It was time to end the pissing contest before she was back in that funky motel. “I kept rolling the dice and you kept winning, but I just couldn’t tell.”

“Not sure. I gave it all back to the hotel.”

Her eyes froze on his lips when he spoke. Despite her resolve to ignore the attraction, a tinge of desire tickled her below with the way each syllable formed over his lips.

“All a game for you, huh, man?” Pete threw cool water over the flame between her legs.

“Like I said, it’s business.” He studied Daisy thoughtfully. “My next wager is all about pleasure.” The huskiness lingered in his voice.

“Pleasure? What kind of pleasure?” Pete asked.

“You two like to gamble, I take it.” Aiden cut Daisy a sharp look.

“Well, I do, but Pete gets bored with it quick,” she answered.

Pete shrugged. “Just don’t like the odds. Honest man, if you were to really give out the kind of money you advertise, you’d go bankrupt. If I’m going to gamble, I want the chips stacked in my favor.”

“So you’d gamble if it’s in your favor?” Aiden asked. “Question is, what do you really have to lose?”

“I get it. You want to spot us some money to gamble with? What, for publicity or something?” Pete asked. Aiden sat back. The humor sparkling in the depths of his eyes started to grate on Daisy’s nerves. The longer it went on, the more she got the feeling that he was toying with them. Pete in particular. Baiting him. That had begun to really put a damper on her ...

... thoughts of his sexy demeanor. This wasn’t about publicity for the hotel. This man made it personal. She sensed it. But Pete either refused to see it, or tried to talk himself out of the mounting anger he felt at the attention he kept showering her with.

“Money, the kind that can give you the American dream. Think about it. What’s it worth to you? Enjoy your stay in Shamrock. We’ll meet again.” Aiden eased out of the booth, shooting Daisy one last parting glance before he strolled away.

“What the hell did that mean?” Pete snapped.

“I dunno.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Pete asked. He stared so hard at her, she was sure he’d read her mind. Daisy grabbed her wineglass and drained it in a pathetic attempt to extinguish the inferno that blazed like a wildfire in her gut. He didn’t mean what she thought he meant. She lifted her gaze and saw his broad shoulders disappear out of sight.

“Nothing. Let’s go get our things from the motel and check in.”

Pete picked up the key. "This is heavy for a hotel key," he mumbled. He rubbed the shiny finish with his thumb. “What do you think he meant by pleasure?”

“I dunno, Pete. C’mon, let’s go.”

He looked at her once more. Daisy sighed and forced a sweet smile. “Dude was being an ass but screw him. We got the room and each other, plus a thousand dollars. We got more than we thought we could. Now don’t you want to celebrate?”

To this, Pete did soften to his pliable, agreeable state. He drank down his wine and nodded. “Let’s ...