your birthday."
Gieselle nodded. "Tomorrow."
"Happy birthday, Gieselle." He said it with such
warmth, the words flooded her chest with pleasure.
"Thank you." She shifted her attention to the slot
machine. The count on the credits had gone from 100—from the $100 dollar bill
her grandmother had given her to "throw away in some silly
machine"—to just five credits. "I haven't been very lucky." She
pressed the One Credit button three times then grabbed the giant handle on the
side and pulled it.
The enormous display showed a seven, a blank, and a birthday
cake. Nothing.
"Next one will be it." He wagged his eyebrows at
her.
"I'll let you pull the last one. Winning the bull
riding buckle today, you're probably full of luck."
His hand on her bicep slid up and down, as if he were
imparting luck with his touch. "Okay. Set it up."
She pressed the One Credit button twice, but was out of
money. Completely. She'd have to hit a cash machine soon. "Oh, well, I
guess it'll have to be two credits."
"Uh uh. Wait." Boone released her arm and tugged
his wallet out of his back pocket. "We need to do this right." He
pulled a single from a thin supply of cash and slid it into the machine.
Hitting the One Credit button, the machine dinged and showed it was fully
loaded.
She crossed her fingers. "Good luck."
He stepped close to her. "I know what will bring us
luck." His eyes locked with hers, his pupils dilating, darkening the blue
of his irises. "Trust me?"
Licking her lips, she nodded. "I trust you."
He put one hand on the big handle on the side of the
machine, and the other on her lower back, pulling her closer to him. He tipped
his head and pressed his lips to hers.
Waves of heat surged through her. She grasped his biceps to
keep from keeling over.
He kissed her gently, with a sweet brush of his lips and a
groan from deep in his chest.
When she parted her lips, he stole his tongue inside while
jerking down the slot machine's handle.
Everything went wild inside her as she closed her eyes.
His fingers threaded through her hair, tipping her head at
the perfect angle.
The tang of beer lingered on his tongue. She smelled the
soap he must have showered with after the rodeo. Pressing her breasts to his
chest, her nipples hardened at the warm touch.
Bells went off inside her head and lights flashed against
her eyelids as his tongue tickled along hers, and his teeth nipped at her lips.
Her pussy lips ached for a touch, a stroke, a fierce release.
"Gieselle!" Kira's voice cut through the sweet
haze. "Look! You won!"
She forced open her eyes as Boone slowed the kiss, opened
his eyes, and looked at her with a desire so intense, she would have let him
take her right here. Right in front of the dinging, bonging, flashing Birthday
Baby…
"What?" She jerked her gaze to the slot.
Lights flashed and bells rang on the machine. The window
showed three pink, triple-layer birthday cakes in a row. "Oh my God!"
Boone started laughing. "Damned if that kiss didn't
work!" He glanced at her. "Congratulations, birthday girl!"
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "This
is so exciting. I've never won anything before in my life." She kissed him
smack on the lips. "Thank you."
When she tried to pull away, he tugged her close.
"You're welcome." He kissed her, quick and hard, but with all the
passion of a man who was deep in the clutches of need.
Against her belly, his arousal pressed hot and hard. She
nipped his lower lip. "Looks like we're both going to be lucky
today." The words slid from her lips before she could send them through
her anti-trampy filter. Oh, hell, as long as she'd gone that far, she circled
her hips against his and gave him her naughtiest smile.
He grinned. "Seven's my lucky number, so plan on at
least that many times." His hips ground into her once, quickly, before he
released her.
The promise of this hard cowboy riding her almost eclipsed
the excitement of winning whatever prize she'd hit on the slot. She glanced
Gieselle nodded. "Tomorrow."
"Happy birthday, Gieselle." He said it with such
warmth, the words flooded her chest with pleasure.
"Thank you." She shifted her attention to the slot
machine. The count on the credits had gone from 100—from the $100 dollar bill
her grandmother had given her to "throw away in some silly
machine"—to just five credits. "I haven't been very lucky." She
pressed the One Credit button three times then grabbed the giant handle on the
side and pulled it.
The enormous display showed a seven, a blank, and a birthday
cake. Nothing.
"Next one will be it." He wagged his eyebrows at
her.
"I'll let you pull the last one. Winning the bull
riding buckle today, you're probably full of luck."
His hand on her bicep slid up and down, as if he were
imparting luck with his touch. "Okay. Set it up."
She pressed the One Credit button twice, but was out of
money. Completely. She'd have to hit a cash machine soon. "Oh, well, I
guess it'll have to be two credits."
"Uh uh. Wait." Boone released her arm and tugged
his wallet out of his back pocket. "We need to do this right." He
pulled a single from a thin supply of cash and slid it into the machine.
Hitting the One Credit button, the machine dinged and showed it was fully
loaded.
She crossed her fingers. "Good luck."
He stepped close to her. "I know what will bring us
luck." His eyes locked with hers, his pupils dilating, darkening the blue
of his irises. "Trust me?"
Licking her lips, she nodded. "I trust you."
He put one hand on the big handle on the side of the
machine, and the other on her lower back, pulling her closer to him. He tipped
his head and pressed his lips to hers.
Waves of heat surged through her. She grasped his biceps to
keep from keeling over.
He kissed her gently, with a sweet brush of his lips and a
groan from deep in his chest.
When she parted her lips, he stole his tongue inside while
jerking down the slot machine's handle.
Everything went wild inside her as she closed her eyes.
His fingers threaded through her hair, tipping her head at
the perfect angle.
The tang of beer lingered on his tongue. She smelled the
soap he must have showered with after the rodeo. Pressing her breasts to his
chest, her nipples hardened at the warm touch.
Bells went off inside her head and lights flashed against
her eyelids as his tongue tickled along hers, and his teeth nipped at her lips.
Her pussy lips ached for a touch, a stroke, a fierce release.
"Gieselle!" Kira's voice cut through the sweet
haze. "Look! You won!"
She forced open her eyes as Boone slowed the kiss, opened
his eyes, and looked at her with a desire so intense, she would have let him
take her right here. Right in front of the dinging, bonging, flashing Birthday
Baby…
"What?" She jerked her gaze to the slot.
Lights flashed and bells rang on the machine. The window
showed three pink, triple-layer birthday cakes in a row. "Oh my God!"
Boone started laughing. "Damned if that kiss didn't
work!" He glanced at her. "Congratulations, birthday girl!"
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "This
is so exciting. I've never won anything before in my life." She kissed him
smack on the lips. "Thank you."
When she tried to pull away, he tugged her close.
"You're welcome." He kissed her, quick and hard, but with all the
passion of a man who was deep in the clutches of need.
Against her belly, his arousal pressed hot and hard. She
nipped his lower lip. "Looks like we're both going to be lucky
today." The words slid from her lips before she could send them through
her anti-trampy filter. Oh, hell, as long as she'd gone that far, she circled
her hips against his and gave him her naughtiest smile.
He grinned. "Seven's my lucky number, so plan on at
least that many times." His hips ground into her once, quickly, before he
released her.
The promise of this hard cowboy riding her almost eclipsed
the excitement of winning whatever prize she'd hit on the slot. She glanced
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