“We don’t have to do this. We can just call it a draw.”
He looked at me, his eyes dark and serious.
“Not a chance, Sexy Lexi.”
Then he laid his cards out.
He had a royal flush.
A ROYAL FLUSH.
Ten of hearts, jack of hearts, queen of hearts, king of hearts and ace of hearts.
My eyes lifted to his, utterly amazed. He wasn’t smiling in victory though. He was staring at my mouth.
He looked… hungry.
Without a word he grabbed my hand, pulling me down the hallway.
“Where are we going?”
“Shhh… you don’t want to wake the patients.”
I noticed that his limp was barely there. I smiled. Perhaps this was good for his recovery after all.
Then he pushed me inside a supply closet. He smiled at me, blocking the doorway with his body. Then he used his foot to shut it behind him.
We were alone. In a closet. My heart started beating double time.
I stared at him, no clue what he was up to.
“Trent. Is this… your idea of a joke?”
He stared at me.
“No joke sweetheart.”
“I don’t get it. I need to go-”
“Are you welshing?”
I sighed. I wasn’t. But this was a very, very bad idea. Whatever it was he was planning.
“No.”
He grinned at me, clearly relieved.
“Good. We just need a timer. Does your phone have one?”
I nodded, pulling it out.
“Set it for seven minutes.”
I did, holding it up to show him.
He reached backwards and locked the door of the supply closet. Then he hit the light switch.
We were in total darkness.
That’s when I felt him. His hands were on my hips as he dragged me towards him.
His lips came crashing down on mine, silencing my protest. He kissed me like he was dying of thirst and I was a cold glass of water. He kissed me like I was the last girl on Earth.
So help me, I kissed him back.
Chapter Eight
Trent
Lexi’s back was pressed up against the heavy metal shelves on the far wall. Even with the lights off, I knew where everything was. I’d made sure of that before I flipped the switch.
I even knew where the blankets were. Three feet to my left, on the middle shelf.
You know. In case we wanted to get horizontal.
I sure as fuck did.
It was crazy but just kissing her was giving me that same glow I got after cuming. I groaned, imaging how fucking amazing that would feel. All the things I wanted to do with her.
And to her.
That train of thought made all the blood in my body flow straight to my cock. I wasn’t just hard. I was diamond hard. I ground my massive boner into her, raising her leg with my good arm so I could get closer.
It was awkward, trying to get closer to her with the massive cast covering half of my upper body.
But I was up to the challenge.
Nothing was going to stop me from getting at her.
Her hands were on my shoulders. At first I’d thought she was trying to push me away. But she wasn’t.
She was holding on for dear life.
I knew it. She wanted me too. I smiled in the darkness, letting my lips slide to her neck… that perfectly kissable neck that I’d been staring at for a month now.
Wanting to bite it.
I took a little nip.
“Trent!“
I grinned, trying to lift her top up. I only had one hand to do it with. So I used my teeth.
“What are you - Oh!“
Her voice changed as my lips closed over her nipple. I wasted no time, pulling it hard into my mouth. I flicked my tongue against it rapidly. I was known for my tongue work. Not everyone knew that.
Most guys who did porn just envied my cocksmanship.
But the ladies in the industry also knew me as a premier fucking pussy eater.
It was a niche brand of porn- watching women have honest to God orgasms. Usually they faked it. But not with me.
Never, ever with me.
And I was going to get Lexi off.
Or die trying.
Actually, maybe I’d get her… almost off. Get her hot and keep her on the edge until the timer went off. Make her beg.
Then she’d ignore the seven-minute rule and let me have my way with her.
That was going to take longer than seven