Chapter 5

Jaxon 

His dick came to life in his pants. Hard and solid and so ready to be inside of her, he had to grip the edge of the table to keep him there. It was so unlike him, to crave without even a sample of her flesh. To yearn, without an endearing reason for why.

She hadn’t even sat down next to him and he was already impatient to be inside of her.

Rhett stopped whatever he was saying and glanced over his shoulder. “No wonder you’re sitting there your mouth open and drooling.”

He closed his mouth. “I wasn’t drooling.”

“No saliva spilled out, but it was pretty close.” Rhett never turned back to me. His gaze also remained on her, probably following the outline of those amazing legs. She must’ve run every day.

 There was muscle within the luscious curve of feminine fat on her hips and perfect bottom. Why women always wanted to lose so much weight, he didn’t know. Some fat was necessary during sex. It allowed men like him to squeeze and suck.

He was going to have so much fun with her. 

Although possessing a vibrant caramel complexion, she was more exotic than their usual targets. Wilder and unpredictable too. In the dialogue on the beach, she’d hit several records with them the first woman to insult, threaten, and seemingly blow them off in less than five minutes. His dick pulsed with the memory.

“She cleans up well.” Rhett ceased with rubbing his watch. His attention was busy now and all over Mia. He stirred in his chair.

Was she giving him a crazy effect too?

Rhett sighed. “If that damn hostess doesn’t hurry up and bring her to us, I’ll just do it myself.”

Yeah. It was obvious she was having the same effect on him. He’s just as impatient as Jaxon was.

“Calm down.” He grinned.

Rhett turned back to him with his own wicked grin over his face. “Six hundred thousand for the first man that can get her in bed.”

“Not bed. I plan on taking her to many places, but it won’t involve a damn mattress.” The urge throbbed all through him. “And not six hundred thousand either.”

He laughed. “For someone so confident that they’ll win, you’re pretty scared to up the ante.”

“I’m not stupid. I just don’t make wagers with people that don’t have money.”

"Oh I have the money."

“Correction. You’ll have six hundred thousand for the next quarter, but not now. However, if I win then you won’t have any money still and I’ll be footing the bill for not only this summer, but for the fall, which means that I’ll never truly win either way.”

“Fine.” He gritted his teeth. “Let’s do two hundred thousand. That way if I lose, and I won’t, I’ll still be able to pay my portion of the bills in the fall.”

“No. Let’s bet something else, and hurry. The host just returned to the door.”

“Two hundred thousand is my final offer.”

Jaxon almost laughed at his brother's audacity. “No.”

“Then no bet.” He shrugged. “We won’t play the game at all.”

Rage sparked into him, so quickly he hadn’t realized he would get that upset from such a simple sentence. “What do you mean we won’t play? You promised we would this summer.”

“What’s my motivation?”

“It’s fun.”

By the entrance, Mia moved those succulent lips, probably telling the hostess her name. The other woman opened the book and nodded.

“I won’t play if we don’t put money in the wager,” Rhett informed him.

“That’s stupid.”

The hostess guided Mia their way.

“It is what it is.” Rhett placed his hands on the table and threaded his fingers together. “Two hundred thousand on this wager or I walk.”

“Whatever.”

He rose from his chair. “I’m out of here.”

Jaxon tensed. “Are you kidding me?”

His eyes glittered with annoyance. “I never kid about betting money. Two hundred thousand or you play the game by yourself.”

With a confused expression, Mia arrived at the table. “Hello, guys. I’m so sorry I’m late.”

Jaxon stood too, in order to not make it seem weird that Rhett was up. “Don’t worry. We were willing to wait as long as possible. Right, Rhett?”

Rhett scowled at him and didn’t say anything. Tension thickened in the air.

The hostess cleared her throat. “Can I get you anything before I notify your server that the whole party is here?”

“I don’t’ know.” Rhett tapped his watch’s surface.

“What do you think, Jax? Will I be staying?”

Jaxon directed his attention to Mia and probably shouldn’t have. Just being close to her muddled his thoughts. Her skin glowed in the dim lightening. A sensual fragrance radiated from her—some sinful mixture of sex and many other things that he planned to discover. 

He wanted that scent on his sheets and pillowcases, all over his couch cushions and carpet.

Knowing that he had taken her from his brother would be the lovely icing on a designer seven-layered cake.

“Fine.” I nodded at Rhett. “You’re on.”

Sitting down in her seat, Mia quirked her eyebrows, making him wish they had finished this conversation before she got to them. The woman was too smart. They both had to be on their toes around her.

Rhett still hadn’t sat down. “Two hundred thousand?”

I cringed. “Yes.”

“Then let the games begin.” He winked and sat down.