Page 13 of Texas Hold Em’ (The Devil’s Luck MC #3)

JAMESON

C arrie didn’t see me standing in a shadow about to light a cigarette when she came in through the front door.

The sun had passed its highest point in the afternoon and no longer lit up the pit, the small courtyard where I presently stood, my lighter poised at the end of my cigarette.

Silently, I watched her take off her shoes at the front door, hang the keys to my Chevelle back on the hook, and fluff up her hair in the bathroom mirror as she passed the doorway.

“You look proud of yourself,” I said.

She yelped, skittered back a few steps, and pressed a hand to her chest as she regained her composure. “You scared the shit out of me!”

I flicked my lighter and lit my smoke. “Where were you?”

Carrie looked around my small apartment.

“Jackson is gone,” I told her. “He gave me an earful about you and your attitude problem before he left though, I’ll tell you that much. You might consider toning it down when he’s around, yeah?”

“Jackson can kiss my ass.” She turned and showed me her ass, which had never looked as good as it did in those skintight leather leggings.

I took a draw, held the smoke in my lungs for a moment, and released. “Come here. ”

Carrie studied me coolly. “Why?”

“Why?” I looked her over from head to toe.

She had some nerve walking out of this place looking like that and not telling me what she was up to.

It was all a ploy. I knew that. Carrie wasn’t the sort of woman to dress in revealing clothes and go for a walk on the town.

She was a Ranger through and through. But this little getup?

It worked for me. “Because I fucking told you to, that’s why. ”

Carrie’s lips pressed together in a firm line. For a moment, I thought she was going to give me a piece of her mind, but I realized she was trying not to smile.

“I don’t have to listen to you, you know,” she said.

I flicked ash and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe. “You’re not going to tell me what you were doing, are you?”

She shook her head slyly.

Damn her. And damn me for liking the added layer of mystery.

Her fearless edge had captivated me last night, and now I found myself even more drawn to her and that mischievous glint in her blue eyes.

The woman was controlled chaos, if there was such a thing, and more than anything I just wanted to understand her.

Who was she when she was alone?

What thoughts consumed her when it was only her and a silent room?

Was she as fearless in her own company as she was in mine?

Carrie wandered toward me, taking her time with seductive strides as she pushed her hips out with every step.

The muscles of her exposed stomach shifted under taut skin and she tucked her long blonde hair behind one ear.

The red lipstick she’d applied shortly before leaving the house had faded to a dark pink, and it wasn’t as defined around the edges of her lips as it had been two hours ago.

“Were you worried about me?” she asked.

“Worried?” I flicked the rest of my cigarette and crushed it under my boot. The butt lay squashed and dead with all the others beside a sprout of green weed attempting to climb between the paving stone cracks. “Sweetheart, you must have me confused with someone else. ”

“Really?” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “Because from where I’m standing, you seemed a little worried.”

Devil woman. “I know you can handle yourself,” I said.

She stopped about two feet away from me. “Do you trust me, Tex?”

I searched her eyes. “That’s a complicated question.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.” My gut wanted to say that yes, I did trust her, but my head swirled with all of Jackson’s warnings and his own doubt about her. This was a woman completely capable of doing anything. If she wanted to, she could kill me. I was sure of that.

And there was always a chance that she intended to do just that.

However, as I looked into her eyes, I didn’t see menace or malintent. I saw openness and a silent plea on her parted lips.

She wanted exactly what I wanted.

“I want to trust you,” I said, because that was the only thing I could say that wasn’t a lie, and for some reason, I didn’t want to lie to her.

She nodded. “Fair enough.”

“Do you trust me?”

Carrie smiled. Instead of answering me, she pulled her red crop top off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were a milky white compared to the rest of her tanned skin. She squeezed them together in her hands and whispered, “I want to.”

That was all I needed to hear.

I surged forward, swept her up in my arms, and pushed her back into the kitchen, where I pinned her against the cabinets while I tore her leggings off.

She giggled and gasped as I tore the fabric free, and once she stood before me in nothing but a strappy pair of black underwear, I nipped at her lips for a desperate kiss.

She held my face in her hands and kissed me back, panting against my lips, her breasts crushed against my ribs.

I had to lean down to her to make up for our difference in height, but I loved how she felt in my arms. She wasn’t a fragile woman, quite the opposite, but she was petite.

She knew how to use her body to her advantage in a fight, I was sure, and she could probably hold me at bay for a time, but I loved how she softened to me .

How she chose to let me get so close.

Carrie hooked a leg around mine and I gripped her thigh, holding her knee to my hip.

I reached down between her thighs and pulled her panties to the side.

She gasped when I touched her, and her whole body stiffened.

She clung to my shoulder, her nails pressing into muscle, and bit down so hard on her bottom lip it turned white around her teeth despite the lipstick.

“Relax,” I muttered in her ear. “I’ve got you.”

Carrie held her breath a moment longer before shuddering as she exhaled. Her muscles softened and her eyelids fluttered. I rubbed her clit in slow circles, taking my time with her. A tightly wound woman couldn’t possibly have a good time, and I wanted to make sure she felt good.

When I pressed a finger inside her, Carrie whimpered and released my shoulders to grip the counter at her back. She leaned against it, and I lifted her up and set her down on the countertop. She gasped at the cool surface on her bare ass but instinctively spread her legs for me.

Her pussy sucked at my fingers. She was already swollen in anticipation, and her clit felt hard as I swept my fingertips over it.

She quivered and moaned as I teased her, sliding a finger in and out of her and massaging her vulva.

She pulsed around my fingers, rolled her hips, and tipped her head back so that the end of her hair grazed the counters.

Goddess, I thought. I’d never seen anything like her. Never felt anything like her.

Carrie reached for the front of my jeans and tugged impatiently at my belt buckle. Chuckling, I gave her a helping hand and undid the belt as well as my fly. She plunged her hand down the front of my jeans and gripped my cock over my boxers.

Her blue eyes stared up at me and burned with lust. “Hi.”

My cock strained in her hand. “Hi.”

She smiled with heavy eyelids and moaned as I gave her another finger and fucked her deep and slow. I could hear how wet she was. She spread her legs wide enough to rest her toes on the counters. I ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and back down before dropping my pants.

She licked her lips. I dropped my boxers, too. Satisfied that I was also naked, Carrie worked me over in her hand while I fucked her with my fingers until she writhed on the counters and released me.

She threw her head back with a feral cry and white-knuckled the countertops as she came.

I rubbed her juices over her before reaching over her leg to grab a condom from the drawer.

She fell back on her elbows, out of breath and dazed, while I rolled it on, pushed my hips forward, and slid deep inside her.

She let out another cry.

I gripped her hips and held her in place. This time, I didn’t take it easy on her. I filled her up and pumped inside her mercilessly. Carrie reached over her head, searching for something to grab onto. Instead, she knocked a bunch of dishes to the floor. They shattered at my feet.

I kept fucking her.

Carrie’s back arched. She screamed my name and came again when I pressed down on her clit. She squirmed and pushed me away, but I wasn’t done with her.

I lifted her off the counter, mindful of the broken dishes on the floor, spun her around, and bent her over.

She yelped when I slapped her ass but lifted to the tips of her toes, arched her back, and looked at me over her shoulder, begging for more.

I gave it to her. I gave it all to her.

She moaned, deep and guttural, as I slid inside her again.

She tried to hold herself up on her elbows, but eventually she gave in and lay forward, resting her cheek on the counter.

She reached back and gripped my hip with one hand.

I wasn’t sure if she was asking for more, asking me to stop, or just needed to touch me, so I leaned over her, pulled her hair off the back of her neck, and showered her with kisses.

She sighed beneath me.

I took a fistful of her hair and lifted her cheek off the counter to crush my lips to hers.

She arched like a cat and began bouncing her hips, fucking my cock as I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

Her whimpers became muted cries, smothered against my lips.

She reached behind my neck and held me to her. Her fingers knotted in my hair.

I gripped her hips, pushed down, and thrust wildly inside her.

Carrie came up for air with a scream. I pushed her back down on the counter by the back of her neck and held her there while she spasmed from her orgasm.

I let loose, giving in to the voice whispering for me to let go.

My orgasm was as ferocious as hers. My veins burned with pleasure as I looked down at the beautiful woman willing to give it all to me.

When I was done, I scooped her up. Her thighs quivered and her knees shook, and she held on to my neck as I carried her through the debris of my broken dishes to the sofa and got her a glass of water.

She curled up into one corner and watched me while she took a sip.

I sat beside her, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her in close against me.

She relaxed and curled into my side. Her eyes fluttered closed and she slid an arm around my waist. Our hearts beat like thunder in our chests, and the quiet apartment echoed with all our unspoken thoughts.