Page 11 of Double or Nothing

She glances back at him. His head is thrown back, laughing at whatever Sutton said. The slightest of smiles crosses her lips before she shakes her head and refocuses her attention back on me. “Nah, not interested.”

I roll my eyes, knowing damn well that the look she just had said that she is interested. She’s just denying herself due to this desire to be fiercely independent.

“What’s next, boys?” Liz shouts into the world.

“Boys?” Sutton scoffs. “Just ask Kat how much of a man I…”

I turn back and place my hand over his mouth. My cheeks feel like fire, burning in embarrassment from what his words imply.

“Oh, come on, Kat. Like we don’t already know.” Liz laughs.

“Why, you embarrassed, Kitty Kat?” Sutton teases, tearing his mouth away from my hand. “Don’t want everyone to know how I make you purr?”

Everyone is laughing, except Sutton who’s looking me dead in the eyes, begging me to say differently. His tongue darts out, licking his lips as he stares at me, with heat in his eyes.

“Ugh, gross. Ya’ll can do whatever you want in your room, but right now, can we please go have some fun?” Liz whines.

Sutton and I are waging a war. A game of fuck me now or fuck me not.

“I second that,” Mac says.

I loop my fingers through the loop on Sutton’s jeans and tug him to me. “Buy me a drink, stud, and I’ll purr all night for you.”

“I am buying you all the drinks.” His arms wrap around my knees and he tosses me over his shoulder.

I squeal in delight as I tug down the short gold sequin dress that I’m wearing out of fear my ass is showing for the whole world to see.

“Don’t worry, Kitty, I won’t let anyone see what’s mine.” His words are possessive and yet so very hot as his hand connects with the material covering my ass cheek.

Sutton stops at the entrance to a club. PUSH is one of the hottest clubs on the strip. There is no way that he got us in here. Especially not with our fake ids.

“Be right back.” Sutton presses a kiss to my cheek before walking over to where the bouncer stands holding the red rope.

The moment Sutton’s standing in front of him, his scowl turns to a smile. He and Sutton shake hands and before I know it, Sutton’s flagging us over.

Draping his arm across my shoulders, he looks at the bouncer, “This is her. This is my Kat.”

“Lucky bastard,” the bouncer says.

I feel awkward and uncomfortable not knowing who this man is, or how Sutton even knows him. I know everything about Sutton. But not this.

“Dax was a friend of my Uncle Tony,” Sutton explains. “When Uncle Tony moved away, Dax always stopped by to check on Grandma Virginia.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Dax,” I say with a smile.

Dax unhooks the rope and lets the very apparent teenagers inside with a wink.

“You’re unbelievable,” I tell Sutton.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he says with a wink.

Chapter 8

Sutton

Kat and Liz are on the dance floor, dancing to the music, while Mac and I stand at the bar staring. I’m staring because, well, there is nothing in this world better to look at than Kat. Except maybe Kat dancing. Or, even better, Kat naked. Mac, the damn fool, is staring because he’s head over heels for Liz, but refuses to do anything about it.

“Why don’t you make a move already?” I say, trying to encourage him.

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