Page 20 of Love Thief

I chuck my cards in. Xander cheers and hugs her, moving her hair from her face and holding it in his hands.

Swooping in, I pull her out of his lap and into my chest. “You fucking cheated.”

“How? Did I have cards up my sleeve? Did we Xan?”

He looks innocently up at me. “No, Kell, no cheating.” He’s grinning like a fool.

She trails her fingertips across the back of my neck and I pounce, grabbing her around the back of her neck and pulling her into me, kissing the fucking life out of her before moving my head down towards her tits. I’m right next to Xan, bending her over backwards.

“Fuck,” he breathes out.

“Another hand and more drinks,” I say, righting her.

She laughs. “Want to lose more money to us? Bring it on, boyz.”

“Don’t leave me, Evie. Stay with me, don't go to his team,” Xan pouts at her, patting his thigh again and grinning at me. She takes a seat and the pair of them wipe the floor with us over the next hour.

Gabe is drooling by the end of it, totally staring at her tits, and Kenny has woken Grace to sit with him, his hand wandering up her dress.

“Have we won enough yet?” she asks Xander.

“Yep, in profit, Kitten. You can put your T-shirt back on now.” They start to laugh together with tears rolling down their faces.

“Bastards.” I point at them.

Evie smirks. “Everyday, suckers.”

The laugh dies on her lips as I stand and pull my T-shirt off over my head. Grace makes a moaning noise next to me like she’s about to faint.

“Are we getting naked?” asks Xan, excitedly pulling his T-shirt off. “I love naked card games. Remember the one on those islands in the Caribbean, Marcus? You had bruises for weeks from all the sucking they did to you.”

“No way,” Evie says, staring at me.

I can see she can’t concentrate on the cards now. “Just evening up the playing field, Kitten.”

Poor Gabe has gone into overdrive, what with Evie’s tits and my torso, he’s practically coming in his jeans. He stands and says, “I’m out,” wakes the two girls and disappears into the bedroom at the back of the plane with them.

Turning away from me, Evie purrs, “Have a taste of Marsh’s lady whiskey.” She watches Xan as he drinks some out of her glass. They are totally flirting and I am going to fucking kill him.

I take the glass out of his hand, looking at her from under my eyelashes, and she watches me, unblinking. She can’t take her eyes off my body.

Kenny and Grace get up and move away. We don’t hear what they say, but you could cut the electricity and sexual tension with a knife.

So much for my slow build up.

“Your move,” I say to them both.

Evie breaks into a smile and turns to Xan, swiping her nails over his nipple piercing, pulling on it as she goes. He makes a strangled noise and closes his eyes. She’s playing with fucking fire.

He looks at me, and I key in on his hand splayed out on her back, touching her skin. Fuck I want that, I want that velvet softness under me.

“Another hand then, double or quits,” she says, fucking typical Greystone has to win at all costs. I know she’ll up the ante with Xan, and I don’t think he’ll survive this round.

But I say to them, “I’ll play if you do. You know I like to play.”

Xander has his eyes shut as she moves back further, leaning harder into his body, and as the hand progresses, she moves around on his lap. Xan looks ready to cry or throw her down on the plane and fuck her, I’m not sure which.

She places her hands around her neck and adjusts the strap on her top, as if it’s coming off. I stop, my brain misfiring with the cards I have. No way, she won’t, she wouldn’t flash me.

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