Page 22 of Texas Hold Em’ (The Devil’s Luck MC #3)

CARRIE

F ire.

Tex was an open flame in a dark room for me.

He held space for me in darkness that I couldn’t see my way out of.

He made my knees stronger, my back straighter, my head clearer.

If not for him and the way he was looking at me that very second, I might very well have called Bates and told him the whole deal was off.

But that little flame danced in Tex’s eyes, and I didn’t dare lose sight of it. I wanted to hold it in my hands—no, I wanted to swallow it whole. I wanted to consume it, to become it.

Together.

Tex pressed two fingers under my chin and held my face up to his light as he leaned in to kiss me.

It might have been my imagination, but I swore I could feel the warmth of his burn seconds before his lips grazed mine.

He took his time, his lips gently finding mine like island waves lapping at a shallow shore.

I stretched to the tips of my toes and suckled at his bottom lip.

Could he feel how desperate I was for him?

Tex’s fingers left my chin and wandered into my hair. His mouth crashed against mine, his tongue slipped between my teeth, and his hips nearly crushed me against the wall. I didn’t mind. I tugged at him— at his shirt, his jeans, his shoulders, anything I could get my hands on.

He smiled against my mouth as I rubbed him over his pants. He was already hard, and I knew for certain my panties were already a mess. Even though I didn’t think it was possible, the fire burned a little hotter.

I pulled sharply at the belt loop on his jeans. “Take these off.”

His chuckle rumbled deep in his chest. “And just who do you think you are, giving me orders?”

The man was damn near incapable of letting a girl off the hook.

Feeling too greedy to rise to his bait, I tugged my own shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. He watched with hunger blazing in his eyes as the sun, now passing the highest point in the sky, dipped westward and began shining through the warehouse windows over our heads.

Dust danced in the rays of sunlight like fireflies while Tex stepped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt off over his head.

Using the wall at my back for stability, I bent at the knees and slid down its length until I sat in a crouch, balanced on the balls of my feet.

Tex gazed down at me, his features painted in shadow as sunlight streamed in from above and he leaned over me.

He braced himself with both hands on the wall high over my head while I freed him from the confines of his boxers.

He spilled out, swollen and heavy, and I took him in both hands.

As I worked him over, my pussy ached. All thoughts and worries of our impending doom had vanished from thought and no longer waged war on my insides. I felt calm and steady, even if deep down I knew the relief was temporary.

Didn’t we deserve some sort of solace or pleasure before our worlds collided with evil on Friday night?

I lifted my gaze and held Tex’s stare as I took him in my mouth.

He groaned.

The sound sent a ripple through me. I pressed my tongue to the base of his shaft and guided him to the back of my throat.

He was too big to hold while breathing, so I chose to forsake my air and choose his pleasure instead.

I held him deep in my throat before slowly moving my head back and forth, fucking his cock with my mouth.

Tex seemed to shudder, and as I watched him, he bowed his head.

The muscles in his shoulders rolled and his stomach pulled inward, showing off chiseled abdominals and deep V cuts of his hips.

I savored his taste, scent, and the sight of his naked body towering over me.

I sucked and teased with my tongue, all the while trembling at the thought of how good it would feel when he was no longer in my throat and was in my pussy.

Unable to help myself, I reached down between my legs and rubbed myself over my jeans.

Tex’s voice sounded like gravel and lust. “That’s it, baby. Fucking take it.”

I mumbled an incoherent response around the thickness of his cock.

Tex’s devilish smile made me wish my throat was even deeper. I wished I could steal his control away from him like he could from me.

Wondering how far I could push him, I ran my fingers up the inside of his thigh, feeling his skin rise with goosebumps beneath my touch. He sighed and hung his head back. I took even more of him, all I could manage, and choked.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I ran my fingers around the back of his leg toward his ass.

And just like that, I knew I’d gone too far.

Tex let out a growl, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and pulled me off him.

Still in a crouch, he pulled my head back and forced me to look up at him.

“Careful, baby.” He leaned down, his face inches from mine, and ran his thumb over my lips.

I let him slide his thumb between my teeth.

He pressed down against my tongue and I sealed my lips around his knuckle and suckled. He nearly purred. “Good girl.”

With that, he shoved me back onto his cock.

I opened wide for him. With his fingers fisted in my hair, he held me against the wall and fucked my throat while I saw stars and let go of any lingering control I might have had.

I let my senses fall away until there was nothing but his cock.

I wrapped myself up in lust and fixated on the one thing I wanted.

Him.

Tex slowed his thrusts when his cock swelled up in my mouth.

I was ready for him, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to give in yet.

He loosened his hold of my hair and let me breathe.

I sucked in ragged gulps of air and he guided me back up to my feet.

He wiped my mouth with one hand and ran his fingers through my hair with the other.

“Good girl,” he said, and I felt proud.

All I wanted was to make him feel good. Right then, it was my one and only purpose. Perhaps I felt that way because there was a very good chance he would be killed by Friday night. Perhaps it was because I was falling for him.

I didn’t indulge either thought. I let them flutter out of my mind as quickly as they’d entered.

Tex spared me from my own consciousness trying to return by scooping me up off the floor and carrying me to his bedroom.

He threw me down on the bed and stripped the rest of my clothes off me as well as his boxers.

He gripped my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed before forcing my legs open by pressing down on the inside of my thighs so hard I thought I might wake up with bruises tomorrow.

He held them down as he leaned over my pussy and pulled my clit into his mouth.

I gasped.

Involuntarily, my legs tried to close. He kept them open with sheer force. His muscles rippled under his skin and I wanted nothing more than for him to fill me up. Spread me open. Take me. Fuck me. Choke me. I didn’t care.

Just use me up.

He eased two fingers inside me. I was so swollen and wet he met no resistance.

He smiled against my clit and mumbled something I couldn’t hear.

My back arched. I clawed at the blankets and squirmed, but Tex held me down, his elbows now on my thighs and his hands on my hips.

I bucked and his tongue slid down, swirling over my vulva, exploring the outside of my pussy while his fingers plunged deeper and deeper until I thought I might explode.

Pressure built up inside me with every swirl of his tongue and thrust of his fingers.

I tried to catch my breath and failed. I tried to escape and also failed.

It was all too much.

He gave me another finger.

I wailed with pleasure.

Tex suckled my clit until my eyes rolled back in my head and my breath hitched in my throat. I gripped the sheets beneath me and strained as it all became too much and the dam threatened to break.

And then he stopped.

My muscles gave out and I slumped back down on the mattress. He patted my pussy with a chuckle. My own juices smeared the inside of my thighs, but I hadn’t come yet. He stepped away from the bed and disappeared, leaving me panting for breath staring up at the ceiling in a daze.

Time bled into nothingness as I lay there. The hazy afterglow of my almost-climax left me feeling pulled apart at the seams. I needed to be put back together. I needed to release the tension built up inside me, trapped between my thighs.

So I reached down and pressed two fingers inside myself.

I whimpered.

A shadow fell over me. “Who said you could touch my pussy?”

I blinked up at Tex as he hovered over me at the side of the bed.

Delirious on my own pleasure, I smiled up at him. “Are you going to stop me?”

His gaze fell between my legs and he watched me finger myself.

For a moment, he seemed to consider letting me finish, but he thought better of it and revealed a condom pinched between two of his fingers.

While I touched myself, he tore the wrapper open and rolled it on.

I watched his every move as he returned to his place between my legs.

“Do you want it?” He tapped his cock against my clit.

I flinched. “Yes.”

I thought he was going to string me along. I thought he was going to torture me. Instead, he filled me up. I cried out as he stretched me. He was merciless, and he silenced me with a hand over my mouth as he pulled out and drove himself back inside me.

I moaned against his palm.

Yes.

He dropped low over me and replaced his hand with his mouth. He kissed me deeply. I wrapped my legs around his hips and encouraged him with my heels against his ass. His tongue fucked my mouth while his cock fucked my pussy, and I felt full and complete.

I felt like I was his.

He ran a hand down my side and cupped my ass. His strength surprised and delighted me when he lifted my ass off the bed with one hand, pulling my hips toward him and driving in deeper.

It pushed me over the edge.

I moaned his name against his lips as I came. He bowed his head and I held his face in my hands as we both gave in and let go. For a moment, everything was okay.

We were okay.

The fire I saw in him burned in me as pleasure coursed through my body and curled my toes. When he was done, Tex stroked my hair off my forehead and kissed me like I was a breakable thing made of glass, and in that moment, I became aware of a new truth that startled me.

The only person who could break me was him, and if he wanted to?

I’d let him.