Page 59 of First Touch

It was for that reason as much as because he had good cards that I said, “Then I say go all in.”

He brought his other hand up to stroke his thumb across my cheek. “Can’t win if you don’t risk, can you?”

I nodded, not sure we were still talking about the game, and my chest felt tight and funny.

“All in it is.” He dropped his hand to the keyboard to enter his bet. The animated dealer turned the river card. Two of hearts. Reeve took the pot with his straight flush.

The men groaned and complained. It was easy to make that out even without understanding the language. Reeve rubbed his nose against my cheek. “Appropriate card.” He moved lower to suck on my neck.

He means appropriate because he won, I told myself. Not because of its suit and number. Because how could he say such a sweet thing and be genuine when he had a woman’s wardrobe in his guest room?

The computer got ready for another round, and each man had to click in. Gino said something that seemed to be addressed to Reeve.

Reeve pulled his mouth away from me just enough that he could talk. “No. I’m out.”

More groans. More complaining. It was Nikki who made the comment that got Reeve’s attention. All the words sounded so much alike, but I would have sworn he’d also said “Michelis.”

Or it could have been “Nikolas.” Maybe that was Nikki’s real name.

Whatever it was, Reeve didn’t like it. He snapped something back. Something that made everyone else ooh in response. Then he leaned forward and turned the computer off.

“What did they say?” I asked. “And who were they? Friends?”

Reeve shifted me so that I straddled his lap. Straddled his erection. He ran his hands down the sides of my torso sending chills skating down my spine. For a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to answer me, and considering where he was going instead, I didn’t mind not talking. Considering how much I was beginning to fear the truth, maybe it was best to avoid it.

But then he said, “They’re my cousins. Nikolas is my uncle.” See, it was Nikolas. “They asked me if I’d consider sharing you.” He bent down and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking it to a taut bud through the T-shirt.

Both his mouth and his words had my heart rate spiking. Being shared had been standard once upon a time. It hadn’t bothered me then. It really didn’t bother me now. I’d still do it if Reeve asked me to. I just wished that he didn’t want that. Wished he wanted me all to himself.

I wanted to know if he was planning that for me, but, like all the questions burning on the tip of my tongue, I couldn’t bring myself to inquire.

“Have you done that before?” I asked instead. “Shared? With them?”

“Yes.”

“Glad I put a shirt on.” I hated the edge to my tone. Hated that his answer brought disappointment when it wasn’t even about me.

Reeve released my breast from his mouth and rolled my nipple between his fingers. “I wouldn’t have called you to come over here if you didn’t.” He seemed far less interested in the conversation than my body. Either he didn’t notice I was affected or he didn’t care.

“Right. Even though you’ve shared with them before. Even though you’ve let your entire staff see me.” I was burdened with apprehension regarding him, but this, this one silly issue, if he could make this good, it would make all of it good. It would be a sign that he really wasn’t what I feared.

He tugged the hem of the shirt and nodded for me to lift my arms. When he’d pulled it over my head, he met my eyes. “I don’t mind what my staff sees because I know you like it.” He kissed the surprised O off my mouth. “And yes, I’ve shared with those fuckers but only occasionally. And not ever before I was done.”

It was enough. It was more than enough. Because I wanted it to be. Because I needed it to be.

He trailed his lips down my jaw and neck, heating my blood until it coursed through my veins like a river of lava, until I was scorching and in need of relief that only he could give.

Reeve leaned back from his kisses and pulled his swollen cock from his sweatpants. He urged me up on my knees and gripped my hips, positioning himself under my cunt, which was pulsing and eager and wet.

This was good. Sex with Reeve was always good. The things he did to my body were beyond fantastic. Beyond what I’d ever known my body could do or feel.

And this thing he was doing to my heart?

I shouldn’t want it. Shouldn’t acknowledge it.

But I couldn’t help the breathy query that sailed off my tongue. “So what did you say when they asked about me?”

He buried his gaze in mine. “That I wasn’t sure I’d ever be done.”