from the novel, 24/7*
sparks fly when a sharp card counter falls for a charming casino
dealer. But when the dealer's past surfaces to haunt him, and
threaten her, she's forced to make a dangerous choice. In a city
built on luck, it'll take all her brains to figure out if she
should gamble on her heart.
drop some cash into the safe and grab a fresh pack of smokes and
head downstairs. Vince sets me up with a drink before I sit down.
Asking, "You get lucky?"
yet, but maybe," I tell him.
talking gambling here? Blackjack?"
gets a sly smile as it dawns on him. "Oh yeah? He treat you
I'll let you know tomorrow," I wink at him.
he at?" He scopes around the casino.
working right now. He said he'd come over here when he was done.
I doubt he will though."
past me, he says, "He'll show up. What's he look like?"
he's hot. Dark hair, dark eyes, medium tall."
looking past me, Vince says, "He's here."
a guy coming this way, he was looking around and he saw you and
he's coming over - right about...now."
turn around, and there he is.
Miguel says as he slides into a seat next to me.
I say. "That was quick."
I asked for an early out an' got it, it's not all that busy there
can I get you, buddy?" Vince asks him.
Bud's fine, an' somethin' for her too, man," Miguel nods
looks at me as he cracks the bill. Miguel pulls out a few bills
and hands him the cash. Taking a large swallow, he looks around.
Says, "So this is Caesars, not bad, man, not bad."
nod and check him out for the first time away from the dice table.
He's nervous, I can tell that. He's as jittery as a butterfly
with hiccups right now. I noticed before that he's always in some
kind of motion, I imagine taming him is like pinning down mercury.
actually quite charming. I can't figure out why he'd be nervous
around me, so I take it as a compliment. I try to ease him and
get him to relax. Saying, "It's very cool of you to come
over here. I'd think you'd want to get done with work and just
get off the strip."
it's cool, you know, it's cool. It's nice to grab a beer an' chill
out a little bit."
you've never come over here before?"
uh, yeah, I been in here a few times, not too much though. When
I first came out here I walked around in here once or twice."
do you like to hang out?"
shrugs. "Not too many of the big casinos, you know, more
off the strip little joints. I like some of 'em though. Hard Rock,
that's cool, I go there sometimes."
love the Hard Rock. It's where I go when I can't take the bubble-gum
he grins, "I hear you, I'm like that too. I hardly even notice
it anymore at work though."
thing, cause this place is full of shitty music. Hey, you want
a shot or something? It sounds better with a buzz on."
I'll do a shot," he agrees.
line 'em up, baby," I say.
do you want, lemon drops?" Vince asks.
him," I nod to Miguel, "I'll do whatever he wants."
says one word, "Cuervo."
nod. "One Cuervo for him, lemon drop for me."
laughs and starts pouring.
do the tequila, huh?" Miguel asks.
stand it. It makes me mean."
can't picture you being mean," he says and swigs at his beer.
Meanwhile, Vince cracks up at that comment. "So you know
him?" Miguel asks, nodding to Vince.
man, what's your name? Vince?"
off my shot, and setting up Miguel's to pour, Vince holds out
his hand. "Yeah, Vince."
he says as they shake. The handshake amuses me, they both hold
hard, I can see Vince looking Miguel dead in the eye, almost challenging
him, no hint of a smile. Miguel takes it well though, doesn't
back down or seem the least bit annoyed. "So you know her?"
answers him, "Yeah. I know her."
think she can be mean?"
don't know, I've never seen her drink tequila," he says as
he pours the shot. "You need lime and salt?"
I'm good, thanks." He turns his attention back to me. "Ready
for all this?"
I answer him.
barely grimaces as he shoots his, I gulp a few times to get mine
down, see him watching me as I lick the sugar from the glass.
He swallows hard, says, "Thanks for the shot."
for the drink," I answer.
for having me over here."
for meeting me over here."
how come you let me come over here and hang out with you?"
he asks me.
don't know, how come you came over?"
laughs and avoids. "You givin me a hard time?"
really. Just fuckin' with you a little bit."
see that. How come?"
you take it well, you're really cute when you're a little flustered."
cocks a brow and smiles, turns his gaze directly on me for the
first time since sitting. "Oh, flustered is it? You think
think you're a little nervous, yeah."
you think I'm cute too."
come on, you know you’re a fox."
wanna know what you think," he says.
just told you that."
the other side of the bar, Vince throws down his bar rag and grabs
his smokes. "I'm going on break," he announces to everyone.
he walks away, Miguel watches him, then leans closer to me. "I
don't think your friend likes me much."
worry about him, he just looks out for me, that's all."
think he likes you a little, that's what I think."
I'd rather know what you think of me."
came over here, didn't I?" he raises a brow.
thought you wanted to see Caesars," I challenge him.
already seen Caesars," he answers. Speaking low, leaning
closer, "I wanted to see you."
Thanks. Here I am."
I see that. Now who's all flustered?"
not flustered." I laugh. I totally am.
ok. Well, there you are. Here I am."
you ready for all this?" he asks.
We both take long slugs off our drinks. I light up a smoke and
he does the same. I wish I could tell what he's thinking as he
sits there smoking. I wish I knew, because I'm not even thinking,
I'm just absorbing. I'm taking sidelong glances at him and trying
to note, log and detail every nuance of him.
wearing all black; black shoes, black pants, black T-shirt. It
fits his coloring well. There’s a tiny flash of gold around
the back of his neck, but it’s not a thick chain, and he
keeps the front tucked under his shirt, so it's not really ghetto.
He's not as animated as when he sat down; either the Cuervo took
the edge off, or he's getting more comfortable with me. But he's
still in constant, fluid motion. His forearm is sinewy, every
tendon moves as he flicks his ashes from his cigarette. His shirt
hugs him a little tight in the sleeves, not in an exaggerated
International Male kind of way, but I can see that vein, that
one glorious vein that travels up the front of his biceps, protruding.
Oh Madone, he might be utterly ripped under that shirt.
even more appealing than all that is the crooked grin on his face.
It's not smug. Smug would piss me off. It seems genuine, almost
sort of sweet. Almost sort of surprised. Crushing out his smoke,
he turns to me and says, "Ready to gamble?"
c'mon, then." He stands up, grabs my hand, finishes off his
beer and says, "Let's do it. I wanna see just how lucky you
no, you're the lucky one, not me," I answer him. My head
rushes a bit as I stand, thanks not only to the shot, but also
to the heat of his hand on mine.
am the lucky one, you know, trust me, I know that." He gives
me a sideways glance to make sure I catch the meaning, and I do,
and I think it's corny, but it also melts me. And all I can think
is either this guy is fucking with me for sport, or he's a total
freaking moron for not knowing how hot he is.
stops at a bank of slots, pulls a wad of bills out of his pocket
and tells me to pick the lucky one. "Alright, show me how
this is done at Caesars."
don't wanna play your money and lose it."
no pressure, amiga, no pressure, let's just take a chance, alright?"
I put my hand out to him, he forks over a Jackson, watches me
slide it in a machine and press the button a few times until three
sevens pop up, instantly making him 120 bucks richer. Well, if
that ain't a way to start a night off right, I think as he lights
a smoke and watches me pile silvery coins into a cup. Clutching
the full container to my stomach, I turn to him and say, "Well,
pulls more green from his pocket, flags down a waitress and orders,
then he passes me another twenty and tells me to try again at
the machine in front of me.
a good one," I tell him.
smirks, leans his shoulder against the machine and crosses one
foot over the other. All jitters gone, he's relaxed and in control.
"Yeah? You can tell, huh?"
we gotta wait for these drinks, find one that is."
I do. The machine doesn't hit right away, and it doesn't hit big,
it just keeps chipping up little by little, losing a few bucks,
then winning a few more. By the time the waitress returns with
our drinks, it's up to a hundred bucks. I click the cash out button
and the cascade of heavy coins clinks and clacks into the tray
beneath. As I'm scooping them into the plastic cup, Miguel leans
into me, asking, "How come you quit?"
shrug, "I think it was about done, no point in being greedy."
laughs. "This is Vegas, baby, everybody's greedy out here."
smiling at me, and I know I'm a little buzzed because everything
is humming around me, and he looks so charming, and he's acting
so charmed and it's all just so irresistible. There's really only
thing left to make it near perfect, so I do it. I lean in close
and kiss him.
not a big one, nothing salacious. Just a little more than a peck,
mostly on the corner of his mouth. But his lips are soft and warm
and I know as soon as I pull away that I'm going to want to do
it again. Soon.
having a good time," I tell him.
Me too," he grins and lets me look directly in his eyes.
I believe him.
kind of had a crush on you for a little while," I admit.
had a crush on yourself for awhile?"
fuckin with me again," he blushes, finally dropping his gaze.
wander, then stop at a roulette table, watching the action, so
European, such blind luck.
pulls out his winnings, over two hundred bucks now, and tells
me to play them.
you freaking nuts?" I ask.
go ahead. Go ahead. We're winnin an' shit."
you're winning, that's your cash. YOU bet, I don't know what to
don't know dick, man," he laughs. "I wanna see if you're
like, as lucky as I think. 'Sides, you won all this, not me."
little drunk and actually feeling lucky, I drop the bills, slide
the chips onto red.
sure?" Miguel asks. I nod once. Reaching in his pocket, he
pulls out a few more Bennys, changes them and puts his chips on
red next to the ones I'd put there.
the hell are you doing?" I ask and reach for them. Tense.
It's making me tense all of a sudden. Dry-mouth, stomach-tight,
bubble-blooded Tense. Gambling and losing my money is one thing.
But losing someone else's money, someone I really sort of want
to like me, is entirely another.
pulls my hand back. "Relax chica. I'm bettin with you. On
sure you wanna do that?"
nods once. Then he watches as the dealer drops and spins the ball.
Tongue set on the corner of his mouth, as I nibble on my bottom
lip, as the white marble moves around the wheel.
jump. Hot DAMN, we really do have it going on tonight, I think
as he nods and looks pretty damn impressed too. I'm never this
lucky, so I know it has to be HIS luck driving all this good fortune,
which just makes me feel even luckier to be with him.
cash out and sit back down at Vince's bar and Miguel asks him
for drinks and a couple shots of Cuervo. I don't argue cause I'm
liking this. All of it. I'm not sure if it just feels good to
be OUT after being cooped up in a plane all day, if it's from
all the drinks, if it's from Miguel being so contagiously fun,
or if I just really like winning that much. But I also don't really
over at him as he raises his beer and takes a slug, all my niggling
little insecurities just seem to vanish. It's all left behind
somewhere on the casino floor, maybe between a slot machine and
a roulette wheel. Either way, for now at least, gone.
nudges me. "How you doin'?"
doing just fine," I answer.
squints at me, "You come here a lot? How come I never seen
don't go to Bellagio too much, I guess."
laughs, "Cause we ain't nice to you like they are here?"
I think Bellagio sent YOU over here as a customer relations thing
I'm a spy. Tell you what," he nudges me again. Then he turns
and peers directly at me. His eyes flash serious for a second,
then soften as he says, "I haven't seen everything here yet.
I'd kinda like to see what the rooms are like."
it takes me a minute to get what he's saying. But now I do. "OH!
OH! Ooh, ok, um, well.."
I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
it's ok, it's cool, I um, you just surprised me."
to be honest then, I DID mean..."
I know what you meant. I just mean, that well..."
ok, really, forget it. Forget it, you know, I'm sorry, I shouldn't
no no," I interrupt him. "You should have. Here's the
thing, I'm not alone."
you got a man?"
I laugh. "I'm here with a friend, and she's upstairs, sleeping.
I can't go up there and wake her up."
Well, you know, you showed me around. How 'bout I show you around?"
I hesitate, weighing how much I trust him against the potential
for danger. "Ok."
He sounds surprised.
I mean, if you want. If you're tired or something, and you wanna
go home, that's ok, I understand."
he meets my gaze and holds it, "I was thinking o' there,
my place. Thought maybe you'd wanna see how real people out here
nods and slugs the rest of his beer, asking, "You ready to
grab my smokes, finish my drink and as I stand up, he takes my
hand and pulls me along next to him. I hope I haven't made a dumb
choice. Hands woven together, his thumb rubs the top of my hand
as he pushes through the big glass doors out into the night. I
think I made a good choice.
he drops my hand to reach in his pocket for the valet ticket,
I shiver in the cool night air, reflexively crossing my arms.
It's early spring, and even though the day was warm and the lights
are bright and pulsing, bouncing and ricocheting reflected neon
off the pavement and concrete all up and down the strip, they
don't give off enough heat to fight off the rippling breeze. Handing
the ticket to the valet, he slides his arm across my shoulders
and brings me close to him. Pressed close, I can feel he's warm
through the T-shirt, and I turn into him more, but resist putting
my arms around his waist. I'm pretty sure I made the right choice.
his head, he puts his other arm around my waist and grazes his
lips across my mouth. I tilt my face to meet his and he goes for
it. He's tentative at first, just a soft, light kiss, but I close
my eyes and gently respond. Then he takes another kiss just like
that first soft one, then another. He shifts and moves the other
way, kissing the other side of my mouth, still keeping his touch
light, but before backing away from that one, he gives the smallest
flick of his tongue. He backs off and hovers for a second, then
he moves back in and really lays one on me.
arms close around me, pulling me tight against his body. He goes
hard and deep, working my upper lip, lower lip, then slipping
me some tongue, making my blood sing. I kiss back because suddenly
I can't get enough; head dizzy, legs weak, I take hold of his
sides and now I'm tugging at his waist, sliding my arms further
around his back so I can press up against him. He's spectacular
at it. Salty, and tangy from the booze, and bitter from the smokes
and he's kissing and biting and sucking and licking all at once.
I back off and break it before I start melting right on the sidewalk
out there. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth as I pull
back. Now I know I made the right choice.
eyes flutter open, heavy lidded now, long lashes moving up slowly,
and he cracks a grin. "Huh. Hmm," is all he says, still
looking at me. His eyes gleam, no mistaking what emotions they're
conveying right now.
Mmmhmm," is all I can say.
valet pulls up and Miguel nods, "This is us."
ok to drive?" I ask him.
I'm fine, it's not far."
look at what the valet drove up, it's a liquid black Cadillac
El Dorado. "This is your car?"
you don't like it?"
you kidding me? This car rocks!"
so?" He opens the door for me
you know it does," I say as I slide into the cushioned seat.
know it does, I was just wondering what you think." He goes
around and gets in the other side.
have a Jeep," I tell him. "I love it, but it's nothing
like this. This rocks." The seat is like sitting on a buttery
leather cloud, the inside is black with soft glowing green lights.
As he pulls forward, I don't even feel the faux cobblestone road
beneath us. The car just absorbs the bumps and it feels like we're
riding on a cushion of air.
cold out tonight," he says. "C'mere and keep me warm."
slide over next to him, he clicks something on his steering wheel
and the radio comes on. It starts playing the Chili Peppers REALLY
loud, so he clicks it down a few notches, then he rests his arm
around my shoulders again, pulls me against him.
wanna listen to somethin else?" he asks.
this is good. So, do you like living here, in Vegas?"
it's cool, I guess. I been here awhile now, six years, so it's
not all that exciting, you know? Like, when I first moved out
here it was all new." He pulls onto the strip with its glittering
lights and constant motion and beckoning signs and promises of
riches and dreams come true. "Now, though, I dunno, it's
sorta 'been there, done that'."
and no. I like it. I fuckin hated winters, man. I like boxing,
there's always good fights goin on out here. I even got to fight
as he steers, "Uh huh."
you've had a fight out here? Championship?"
no," he laughs. "No, I ain't all that. It was an undercard
though," he says, a little proud.
shit. That is really cool. What weight class?"
Roy Jones Jr.?"
he's a light heavyweight. You know 'bout boxing?"
know a little. Not a lot."
know Roy Jones," he says, smirking.
always on HBO. Anyhow, I’m just saying. It's very cool.
it was cool. I mean, I like it here, it's just not as exciting
as it was at first, that's all."
you've done everything?"
haven't done me."
stops at a red light and kisses me again. It's great. It lights
me up brighter than any neon sign in sight. I open my eyes during
the kiss to see him looking back at me, watching my reactions,
then I close them again, trusting he'll do the same. Reaching
over, I slide my hand across his chest, kiss him hard, move my
hand down to his stomach, rub across it a few times, then slide
the kiss, I ask him, "Have you done this before?" Then
I bite his neck.
behind us honk, I check the light, it's green. I glance at his
face, watch him snap out of it and remember where he is, get the
car in motion again.
the stereo, Frusciante sets down a few slow bended blue notes,
and it puts the devil in me and I go for it. I rub him harder,
feeling him rise beneath the fly of his pants. I trace the line
of his jugular with my tongue, lick along his jawline as I fumble
with his belt. He's wordless next me, staring straight out at
the road, but he likes it, I can tell. He loves it, I'm sure.
He's strung tight as piano-wire, white-knuckled around the steering
wheel, breath coming shorter already.
I get his belt un-hitched by the next stoplight, and he turns
to kiss my mouth again, really hard and deep, plenty of tongue,
much hotter, full-court-press kissing. He starts making noises
into my mouth as I fiddle with the zipper. They're short "mm"s
and "ahhh"s until I get the zipper all way down and
reach inside, over his boxers, beneath his jeans. He growls, a
libidinous guttural sound, long, drawn out and stuttering.
light turns green, so I tell him to drive. Licking his lips, he
hits the pedal and we go forward as Anthony Keidis unleashes a
high-pitched wail. Dipping under his boxers, I grab hold of him,
he's hard as can be already. Satisfied, I ask him again, "You
ever done this before?"
harder, chest rising and falling exaggeratedly, he stutters, concentrating
on the road. "Uh, huh-uh. No."
debate about a half-second before deciding he's earned this. He
made me feel spectacular, so, well, reciprocity and all.
release him to dig into my pocket and pull out the little square.
Quickly, I rip it open with my teeth, spitting the little piece
of foily paper on the floor with a decidedly unsexy "pfoot"
sound as Flea plucks away pizzicato on his bass. I take the condom
out and toss the wrapper onto the floorboard. Miguel doesn't seem
to mind the littering.
another the red light, I take hold of him, stroke lightly while
he's still bare-skinned and ask, "You ready for this?"
nods quickly, meets my gaze, says, "Absolutely."
I get him covered, then I hold him firmly and wait a few seconds.
light switches green, Smith hits a downbeat, I lean over, Miguel
hits the gas, and I take him in my mouth.
he hisses above me.
not squished against the steering wheel, the latex taste isn't
too distracting, and the seat is soft and comfy. He's obviously
loving this, not choking me at all, fully hard and responding
already. So I go at him the best I know how. I figure if I'm gonna
give it, I'm giving good. I go in time with the music, letting
its rhythm set mine.
strokes his hand across my back, tangles it in my hair. His legs
shift, the car slows and we glide to a stop again. I go at him
really good then, wanting him to keep making those noises. And
he does. He keeps encouraging me with yesses and moans, slightly
grinding his hips back into the seat further, then up into me,
nearly squirming. Considerately, he brushes the hair from my face,
gathers it in his free hand and says, "Your hair, uuhhhh,
it's fuckin gorgeous, UUUHHH!"
love that, so as he hits the gas and we're in motion again, I
go really deep. Thumping bass lines pulse around us, he writhes
beneath me, groans really loud, "Fuck, that's good!"
have to back off a little before I start to choke, so I lick,
add some tongue. As I do, he mumbles in Spanish and picks his
hips up pretty high. That turns me on so much I nearly squirm
and I start sucking, picking up the pace again.
still moving, he's still "ahhhhhh"ing, the lights keep
twinkling around us, and I start going harder and faster.
panting above me, gets even hotter in my mouth, and I can feel
our steady movement picking up smooth speed. I know he's close,
really close when his hand tightens in my hair and he presses
up into me even harder. So I take him as deep as I can, as hard
as I can, all the way, and clutch at his thigh with my hand.
me, "Ahh... Ohhh...Shiiiiiit!" He jerks, hisses some
more, and I stay on him as he comes. Easing up, still working
him for every last bit, every aftershock, I swear I feel the car
pulling, swerving to one side. He's still moaning, "Oooh,
as I pull off him, the car jacks violently over a bump. CA-CHUNK!
A big one. Head still in his lap, I can't see, but I feel it.
Then him: "Ahh, SHIT!" His thigh beneath my hand moves
quickly. Slowing, turning, the car jerks again. A loud screech
of the tires, a horrible, teeth-jarring metallic scape -- *SCRIIIITCH
him: "AW, SHIT!"
slam to a stop.
up, I look around. "Oooh, shit." We're on the sidewalk.
The fucking walkway in front of the Riviera. The Crazy Girls statue
is to my right and behind us.
hit it. He hit the Crazy Girls statue. I smirk inwardly. Possibly
outwardly. He jumped the curb, went on the sidewalk, and nailed
one of the most famous and luckiest statues on the strip. The
for me. Good for him. Good for me for making him do that. Good
for him for liking it so much he did that.
SHIT!" He says again and looks around.
miraculously, no one is really close. He didn't hit anyone, the
statue looks pretty much ok. He couldn't have been going that
fast. And, given the timing, he's pretty lucky that I had just
lifted my head up instead of biting down when I felt that crash.
the fuck? What the fuck do I do?" he asks.
scan the area, oh, there's a few people around. It's never empty,
is it? It just can't be completely desolate. Well. What are they
gonna do? They aren't that close. They noticed though, they're
staring gape-mouthed at the black Caddy on the sidewalk.
I should go?"
you want to explain this to cops?"
throws it back in gear and hits the gas, checks the traffic, then
pulls out onto the street, letting the car thump back down over
the curb. Turns down the first side street, and keeps going.
couple blocks later, still fighting off the smirk, I say, "I
am really so sorry."
don't be, it's cool," he says, but his jaw clenches, his
eyes are steely hard. He reaches down and peels off the used condom,
carelessly tossing it out the window.
you hit that thing, didn't you? That's what I heard, right?"
I fuckin hit it."
wanna see if the car's ok?"
pulls into a 7-11, tucks in, zips up, and gets out. Walks around
to my side of the car and peers at it. His jaw clenches again,
and I swear I can see a throb in his temple. Bending down, he
takes a close inspection, then stands up and sighs.
a little scared, concerned he's going to go off on me pretty good
now. And I'll have to slink down and take it because it is my
fault. I’m fairly clumsy and bad luck in general when it
comes to shit like this.
jaw clenches again, now he glances in the window at me. Looking
in at me, he smirks. "Oooh, shit," he says with a laugh.
get out and look. My heart sinks. There's two large gashes in
the door that extend to long scrapes all the way to the back end
of the car. "Miguel, I'm so sorry, I don't, I don't know
what to say. This is all my fault."
smirking, he grabs my hand and pulls me next to him. "Yo,
'salright, serious. Don't feel bad."
car, your beautiful car. This is...I'm so sorry. I'll pay for
relax, baby," he wraps his arm around my shoulders again.
"It was worth it, you know. Wasn't your fault, I just sorta
got, like, distracted."
that was my fault, I shouldn't have done...THAT."
well, THAT was great. I'm glad you did that."
it something new?"
me close, he laughs again. "That was definitely new. That
was...intense, is what that was."
you're not pissed off at me?"
no! I'm a little jacked at myself, I guess I closed my eyes or
somethin. I don't know, I just sorta got, well, you know, it was
intense. I don't know what I did to deserve that, but I'll take
one deserves that," I tell him. "You earned it."
he says and leans down to kiss me.
pull back just a bit, but he swoops in anyhow, holds me tight,
gives me a pretty good one. Convinces me he's not pissed at me
at all. His hands start roving up and down my back and he gets
more into it.
I back him off as I scan the sky. The dark isn't as inky thick
anymore, stars are fading out. "I really ought to get back
to the hotel," I tell him.
You don't wanna come home with me no more?"
I want to, I just don't think I should, it's really late, and
I should be there when my friend gets up."
slits his eyes at me, "You're friend ain't a guy, is he?"
she's a girl, I told you, I don't have a man like that."
I see what's up here. You make me fuck up my car, you know, then
cause you don't like the sneak preview, you're skippin out before
fucking with me, aren't you?"
little bit. You sure you wanna go back?"
know I don't want to go back, but I really should."
kisses me again, a little longer one, makes my knees weaken. Softly,
he says, "Cause I really liked that preview, I'd love to
see the whole movie."
sky above lightens even more, dawn is close. It made me pretty
hot, hearing him moan and groan and come so easily for me. But
I suck it up and say, "I'd love it, I know I would, I just
don't know if I want to get back in a car with you driving again."
that's harsh," he grins.
want to climb right inside his T-shirt and feel his bare skin
against mine. I want to kiss him all over, taste the curve of
every muscle. But -- "I should go," I say instead.
just feel bad, you know, like," he nuzzles my ear, whispers
to me. "I got everything, what about you? I'd like to do
something for you. I wanna thank you."
welcome. I had a good time, really."
I reassure him. "Very good. Did you have a good time?"
had a fuckin great time, you kiddin me?"
I really should go."
I'll take you back, if you trust me to, that is."
I have another kiss?" He asks.
lean in and give him a good one, full tongue, hint of teeth. He's
a rare one -- he's just as good at getting kissed, easing back
and accepting it as he is at giving kisses, moving in and working
me. "Mmmmm," he sighs as I pull away and climb back
in the car. He slides in and turns the ignition over, shuts the
stereo off. "C'mere," he motions for me to slide next
to him again, so I do.
into his side, I'm struck by that. He still wants me close to
him even after he got what he wanted.
the lights on the strip are still on, but in the fading darkness
they don't seem as bright. Pulling up in front of Caesars, he
lets go of me to take the Caddy out of gear. "Want me park
it and walk you in?" he offers.
I'm fine, thanks though."
um, what're you doing tonight? Later? I gotta work again, but,
I don't know, can I call you or somethin?"
want to see me again?"
kisses me as his answer, so I give him my room number, open the
door and climb out. As I'm shutting the door, I take a long look
at him. He's still, no leg shaking, no head nodding, no snapping
of his fingers. He's just leaned back in his seat, gazing at me,
completely at ease. Calm. His dark eyes meet mine and even in
the growing daylight and with a fading buzz, they still seem brilliant.
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