Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“I think I get it. Y’all had enough in common and got enough from one another to stay interested in bein’ close. You’re like brothers with a similar cause.”
“Yeah, that sums it up well.”
“Did you ever feel lost when your mother died?”
His heart quickened and his stomach made that knot he hated. The one he’d first experienced when he’d gotten the call that Aunt Angel had died.
“Yeah… I did.” He felt her fingers running through his hair, then she placed a sweet, delicate kiss against his cheek. “You ever play strip poker?”
She stepped back from him and cracked up.
“No. You plannin’ on teachin’ me?”
“Oh yes, darlin’. Tonight, you’re going to be teacher’s pet. Come on here with me.”
He led her down into the finished basement equipped with a wine chiller, pool table, card table, big screen television, ping pong table, an older X-Box, and sound system. It, too, had an electric fireplace.
“Brrr, it’s cold down here.” She shivered and hopped on her feet as if she were stepping on hot coals.
“I’ll take care of it. Get you nice and warmed up.” In more ways than one…
After turning on the fireplace, he closed the blinds and turned up the heat. “Sit down.” He pointed to one of the folding chairs at the card table. As she made herself comfortable, drinking from her glass of water she’d brought along with her, he tried to figure out how the stereo worked. It was old school but dust free, and it didn’t take him long to get it playing. Out bellowed the sounds of ‘Free Mind,’ by TEMS.
He joined her, grabbed the deck of cards and shuffled them.
“What we playin’ for? Money, candy, or corn cobs?” she teased.
“…Your heart.”
Her smile slowly faded.
“Okay, here are the rules. Not complicated. Just pay attention.” She nodded. “I’ll draw five cards. Now, usually I’d take a shot after each turn, but we’ll keep you sober tonight.” He winked at her.
“Thank you. Tryna turn me into a lush… got me drinkin’ all night on that boat. I’m prone to being seasick. You’re lucky I didn’t put that food right in your lap. A second-time-around feast, I guess you could call it. Ewww! I even grossed myself out with that one.”
He laughed at that.
“So, this is called matchin’ the bet… then raise or fold. When the betting is done, you can trade up to five cards. You have to show me your hand…” He went on and on, explaining the game until he was certain she understood.
“Okay, I got it.”
They started to play, with him fully aware he had an unfair advantage. He was damn good at poker and there was no way she was getting out of this clothed…
“Ahhh! Gotcha!” He stuck out his tongue and laughed as obnoxiously as he could while slapping down his cards. “Take it off.” He pointed to her shirt.
She reached for her earring instead.
“Naw, we not doin’ jewelry so you can stretch this shit out. I already told you that. You bet your shirt and I’ve come to collect. Come on now. Times a wastin’.” He tapped his finger against the face of his watch.
She sucked her teeth, rolled her eyes, then removed her shirt, placing it along the back of her chair. Deniece Williams’ ‘Free’ started to play as he leaned back and rubbed his palms together. He dealt again. Moments later, she was grinning from ear to ear.
“Uh huh! Yo turn, loser. Take them pants off!”
“But that’s not what I bet. I bet my shirt.” He stood, unbuttoned his shirt, and slipped it over the back of his chair. They kept on playing until she was sitting in nothing but an anklet, panties, and wounded pride. He, on the other hand, still had on everything with the exception of his shirt and belt.
“This shit was rigged. You cheated. I’m a novice so I can’t prove it.” She made a funny face.
“You’re just a sore loser. Now go on… you lost again. Stop stalling. Slide those panties off and let me see that ass and pussy. I want you to do it real slow, too.”
She burst out laughing and got to her feet.
“You ain’t shit, Caspian.”
“Never said I was.” He caressed his beard as she slipped out of those sheer green panties. They landed around her ankles. “Step out of them and turn around for me. Real slow, just like I asked.” She did as he asked and then, when her butt was facing him, she looked over her shoulder, bent at the knees giving him a full view of the beautiful, fuzzy pussy he so craved.
He rose to his feet, his dick rock hard, tenting his pants. He removed everything under her careful gaze, then lowered himself behind her on his knees to slip his hand along her pussy and rub on it nice and easy. She whimpered and bucked against his touch, trying to hold steady by holding on to the back of a couch. He spread her pussy lips wide open and sucked on the slippery, sweet pink folds of her juicy peach.