Page 6 of Double or Nothing

I pit my eyebrows as I stare at him.

“I should have guessed. You’d have to be top of the tree at a casino to be out of action on a Saturday night.”

“I’m joint top of the tree, actually. I have a business partner.” It’s him who stiffens up at that, and I get a little shiver. I’d love to ask him more about it, but he straightens up on his stool “Where are we going then, Bryce?” he says. “Mine or yours? I can’t be arsed with picking out a hotel room.”

I’ve had enough unfamiliar turf for one night already. The thought of having Jack in my place is far more appealing than trying to navigate his.

“Mine.”

“Great. Do you have any beer at yours or shall we grab some takeouts?”

“I have beer. Whisky, too.”

“Yours it is, then. Let’s get a cab.”

I get the urge to pinch myself all over again. My dreams don’t usually come to life, and my fantasies of fucking a guy have been to a high standard, built up over years of abstinence.

A guy like Jack feels like pure imagination, not a genuine hookup.

My fingers are shaking as I summon a cab on my phone. I shove it straight in my pocket, hoping he doesn’t notice my nerves.

I’m not going to be a weakling with a guy like him. I want to be dirty. Strong. Explosive.

I want to be me again, before I became a shell, living through the motions.

“Let’s do this.” I down the rest of my beer before I lose my confidence. “I can’t wait to show you my humble abode.”

“Humble abode? Yeah right.” He laughs. “Come on, partner. I can’t wait for the tour.”

There’s been nothing more than a handshake and a fleeting squeeze of his hand on my shoulder as we leave the club, yet I know beyond all doubt we’ve got a fierce night ahead.

Once the cold air of the night hits us, the mood changes. The blond beauty slams me straight against the brickwork, pressing his cocky mouth to mine.

“I spotted you the moment I walked in,” he says. “There are plenty of other tells you have, Bryce, not just the nervy ones.”

My hands rove his hair, my kiss hungry, and he gives it right back, his needs crashing into mine.

I feel his hard cock against my thigh. He’s straining, like me. He needs it, like me. Fuck knows what tells I had that got his attention, but I’m glad they did.

His eyes are hooded when the cab pulls up. We pile into the back seat and get straight back on the kissing, driver be damned.

“Haughton Street, Kensington?” the driver confirms, and I manage a yes before we set off.

“I like Kensington,” Jack whispers, his lips wet against mine.

“I’m going to like having you in Kensington,” I whisper back, and love how my soul is rising from the ashes. I feel confident enough to run my hand up his thigh and check out his cock through his suit trousers.

He’s big.

Maybe I shouldn’t be quite so confident after all.

“You a top or a bottom kind of guy?” he asks, as if on cue.

“I’m open to both.”

“Same.” He licks his lips. “Guess we’ll take it in turns, but you’ll have to fight me for top position. I thrive on power struggles and don’t give in easy.”

My cock feels ready to fight for anything when it comes to a guy like him. I want his ass, his mouth, his cock. Dirty, filthy. Frantic and slow.