I Never Said I Played Fair

Sitting cross-legged at the foot of their king-sized bed, a pile of chips in front of her, River looked at her cards, careful to keep her expression blank.

Dressed only in a pair of shorts, Alec sat across from her, leaning back against the headboard. His broad chest on full display for her viewing pleasure as were his legs, straight out in front of him and crossed at the ankle. He looked relaxed, but that was a façade. She knew her husband, and his mind was hard at work, calculating the odds and trying to read her hand.

He tapped her knee with his toe. "Tell me again why we're not playing strip poker."

"Because you always win."

"And your point?"

She shot him a look before throwing chips into the pile. "I raise."

He lifted a brow. A neat parlor trick, but she wasn't impressed. He was trying to make her doubt her hand. That wasn't happening. She had a pair of aces and queens. A great hand when playing heads-up.

"Sweetheart," he patronized, "you sure you want to do that?"

Sending him a glare, she said, "Either put up or shut up."

That had him laughing. "Okay, I fold. I know when I'm beat."

She tossed her cards, face down, on the bed and scooped up the chips, smiling like a loon. It wasn't often she won a hand against Alec "The Prince of Poker" Throne.

"Don’t get cocky."

She turned her smile his direction. “Oh, don’t worry, I won’t. Your ego already fills all the space in the room. There’s no room for mine.”

He chuckled, tapping her knee again with his foot. “Your deal.”

She shuffled then dealt two cards face down to each of them and three face up on the bed between them—the flop.

She peeked at her cards. Not crap, but not great either.

Alec pushed his pile of chips to the center of the bed. “All-in.”

Her head snapped up. He still sat relaxed against the headboard, but he’d added a sexy smirk to his lips. She peeked at her cards again. Nope, they hadn’t changed, more’s the pity. She calculated the risks in her head. She had a 71% chance of winning if he held a—

“I can think of a better way to put that tongue of yours to use other than worrying your upper lip.”

—one high card and one low card. But what were the odds he’d go all-in with that?

“For instance, you can slowly slide it up my cock.”

She flicked her eyes to his. His smirk turned into a grin. She ignored the grin and looked back down at the flop.

What could he be holding? Think. Think. Think…

“Or, even better, I get your whole mouth. Have I ever told you how warm and slick it feels sliding between those luscious lips of yours?”

If he held a high pair she was screwed unless a seven came on the turn or the river, giving her a three of a kind…

“Or, and I saved the best for last, my cock sliding into your warm, tight pussy. Now that’s heaven.”

Exasperated, she gave him her full attention. "That’s not fair! You're making me lose my concentration."

His grin faded. "I never said I played fair."

She licked her lips, and his eyes blazed to black.

"Go all-in, baby."

She couldn’t, the odds of winning were too low. "I can't go all-in with this hand."

"Go all-in or fold. Either way, we're done playing. Poker, at least. Now it's time for me to play something else with my wife."

Keeping eye contact, she tossed her cards to the center of the bed. “I fold.”

“Good.” In one swift move, he lunged, sweeping his arm. Poker chips and cards went flying.

And then he was on her, propelling her until her back hit the bed and he was wedged between her legs.

“So, um, what game did you want to play now?”

His grin came back along with a sparkle in his eye. “Hide the salami?”

She burst out laughing until his mouth covered hers and then it was game-on.

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Peeling off her shirt. Fondling her breasts. Down her pants. His lips made a trail down her neck, over her chest, capturing her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue. Rolled it between his teeth.

She arched into him, her hands flying into his hair, holding on for dear life. God, that felt good. Tingles made their way to her core, and she surged her hips, trying to rub against his fingers, but he was keeping them elusive. After so much time together, he knew how to make her come. He was torturing her on purpose.

“Alec.”

“Hmm?” His mouth was now at work on her other nipple.

She chased his fingers. “I want to come.”

He licked a path between her breast then raised his head. “You will. Just not yet."

And then his fingers were gone completely. But only so he could grab the waistband of her leggings. He pulled them down her legs, nabbing her panties in the process, until she was naked beneath him.

He stared down at her. “That’s better.”

“Not quite, you still have your shorts on.”

“A problem easily rectified.”

And it was, he had his shorts peeled away in a matter of seconds. He hovered above her in all his male glory. Her hands fell from his hair to glide over his broad shoulders and down his smoothed, muscled chest to what she wanted most—his cock.

She wrapped both hands around him a squeezed as he surged into her fists. He had his head tipped back, his throat on display, Adam’s apple bobbing. Her husband in the throes of pleasure was one sexy sight. And had her so turned on, she was ready to beg for it.

She guided him to her entrance, hoping he’d take the hint and put her out of her misery.

He did, plunging into her depths.

Yes.

She clutched at his shoulders as he pounded into her. Harder. Faster. Until she was just on the brink. His hand moved between them, his thumb landing on her clit and she exploded. Free falling down the abyss, her world going dark with bright pinpoints of light. And at its center, Alec.

Holding on to her and never letting go.

They were both breathing heavy in the aftermath. Alec’s face buried in her neck, his heart pounding against her chest, her heart keeping tempo. She felt his lips, his tongue, as he made his way back to her lips for a tender kiss.

“Who won?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair, pushing a few stray locks from his face.

“I did.”

She pushed his head back, raising her brows. “And how did you come to that conclusion?”

“Because I played dirty, and now you’re mine.”

“You sure about that, Mr. Throne?”

He removed the hand from his hair and kissed the ring on her finger. “Very, Mrs. Throne. I may not play fair, but I play for keeps.”

Want to know how Alec and River got their start? You can find All-In HERE.