"Oh, man. That chick is going to eat you alive. You need to start smaller if you're trying to jump into the dating game. Work your way up to her level. I mean, have you seen that woman?"
I don't know whether to be insulted by him or disgusted by the thought of looking at anyone but Bunny.
God, is it really that unbelievable? We are dating. Kind of. I think.
Hard to tell if we're still anything after she ran off like that.
"I don't want any other woman, though." Admitting the words out loud, I flush at his snort and immediately hit his arm. "You think she's out of my league then?"
I already know the answer, and my scowl only grows when he looks me up and down and squints. Such an asshole.
"I mean, maybe? Your nose is a little crooked from how many times you've broken it. Could be the beard. Please, trust me, don't think about shaving it."
"I hate you."
He grins, his eyes twinkling. "You're a terrible liar. Always have been." Rolling his shoulders, he frowns as he watches his money trickle away before letting the machine roll again. "Don't think I'm the best person to tell you if you're attractive to her or not. Why not just ask her? She looks pretty willing to tell you if she likes what she sees or not."
That's the problem, though. If I ask her and she says exactly what I think she will, I'm fucked. Because of her, I know what it's like to enjoy touching a woman. Kissing one. So if she doesn't like what she sees and wants nothing else to do with me once we're done here, what in the hell am I going to do?
Last night, I shamelessly fisted my cock to the few kisses we've shared, to that feel of her melting against my front. Even worse, I didn't even last more than a couple of pumps.
"Do I want to know what you're thinking?"
Thumping my head back against the seat, I don't bother holding back my frustrated curse. "Nope."
I'd consider asking any of the other club members for advice, but there aren't too many of them tied down.
Losing once more, he sighs heavily before abandoning his machine. "Well, stop thinking about that and help me pick out a new game. I need to feel like a winner again before it gets too late."
Maybe if we hunker down at a table, I can distract myself long enough to stop thinking about her. To find some relief and think about something else for once.
The thought's too hopeful, and I'm a fool for thinking I can last long without her crossing my mind again.
Once it's time to meet up with Bunny, Ace gets all cheeky when I tell him that I've promised her a ride home. He cracks a joke about getting past first base.
I don't even know what that means.
"We could ride together." Using the kind of smirk he knows I hate, he bumps my hip with his elbow. "Now this is a sight I've got to see."
If I want to get another goodnight kiss out of Bunny, in hopes of making the air a little lighter between us, there's no way in hell I'm going to allow my brother to meddle and stop it from happening.
"Fuck off." Shooing him toward the entrance of the casino, I can't deny the way my skin burns when he claps me on the shoulder. He's the younger one out of the two of us, so why in the hell does he seem so proud?
Thankfully, he takes the hint and heads out first.
Moving as casually as I can, there's no denying the way I try to search for Bunny. Hoping to catch her before she clocks out, even if it's just as an excuse to walk alongside her, disappointment hits me when I don't hear her intoxicating giggles.
Not seeing her anywhere on the floor, I assume she's getting dressed. Heading to the same spot right next to the door, I wait for her. Seeing people go in and out reassures me that she's not alone.
I don't think she'd take too kindly to me suggesting that she let me watch over her when she's most defenseless. I don't think any of the other women would appreciate it, either.
Running a hand down my face, I groan inwardly. Now that I think about it, I could stand in a room full of naked women and wouldn't feel a single thing. All I've got to do is think about Bunny struggling to untie that corset and her blinking those long eyelashes as she asks for help to make me curse under my breath.
Is that going to be tonight's fantasy? From the pulse kicking between my thighs, I already have my answer.
Being left alone with her is a bad idea altogether, I think. Yet, it's all I want.
"Smoke?"