Page 4 of 3 Times the Heat
“Speaking of which, isn’t Thompson married now?” Chris Eckhart asks his buddy. “Last I heard, he hooked up with a saucy piece.”
Dane nods. “Yeah, and I’m pretty sure they have a baby together now. It’s fucking incredible. Stone Thompson is a dad. Someone call the cops and put that fucker in jail.”
Chris and Jamison burst out laughing, showing off even white teeth.
“Jealous some?” Chris smirks.
“Goddamn, it sounds you could use a wife,” Jamison adds.
“Wife!” Dane snorts with derision. “Not likely. You guys know me. I’m not exactly one to settle down.”
Jamison shrugs his broad shoulders.
“I don’t know, bro. Maybe if you found the right woman. Hell, maybe he needs a woman like Tamara to settle down with,” Jamison winks as he turns his attention back to me. “A sexy little thing like you would make the perfect wife for our man here. Assuming you’re legal, of course.”
“I’m twenty,” I reassure them in a smart tone. “The Corinthian would never break the law.”
Jamison shrugs, watching as the dealer deals a new hand.
“Some girls lie just to get the job,” he drawls.
“I’m not one of them,” I state again. “I’m legal all the way.”
“Oh good,” Chris growls, surveying my curvy form. “Maybe Dane should get you pregnant and make you into a happy little housewife then. Would you like that?” he asks while waggling his brows at me. “The wife of one of the richest men in Vegas?”
I merely giggle while shimmying a bit in Jamison’s lap. The big man groans beneath me as my bottom rocks over his shaft.
“I’m too young to be a housewife!”
All three men cock their brows at me.
“Yes, but age aside, isn’t that what women want? You’d never have to work again.”
“Oh you guys!” I laugh helplessly. “Of course that’s not what I want. Work isn’t some awful chore that’s a lodestone around your neck. We women have goals and aspirations in life, you know. We’re not all just fun and games.”
The three men share another look, and I can feel something brewing in the air between them.
“Well, that’s good to know,” Dane drawls, putting his cards down casually. Jamison and Chris nod while following suit.
“Verygood to know,” Chris echoes as he looks me up and down, his gaze suddenly ravenous. “Let me ask you something, Tamara. Have you ever played whack a mole?”
I pause for a moment, bewildered. Where is this line of questioning from?
“Whack a mole, as in the carnival game? Where you take a big hammer that you slam down whenever a fake mole pops its head out of a burrow?”
“Yeah exactly,” Dane says in a smooth tone. “Except we have our own version that’s a little more exciting. Would you be interested?”
I pause, taken slightly off-guard.
“Yes, if that’s what you’re interested in. But how are we going to play whack a mole when you guys are busy with cards at the moment? Or am I missing something?”
The men share a look, their expressions curiously neutral, yet aroused too.
“Well, this is a version of whack a mole that can more accurately be described as ‘chase the cock,’” Jamison smirks.
I gawk at them.
“I’m sorry?” I whisper.