north of here."
For years, Dallas, Boone, and Jayden had been planning to
convert the Reno farm Boone inherited, into a rodeo school for bull and bronc
riders.
Boone nodded. "I know just the place." He'd
already invested his half of the jackpot he'd split with Gigi into updating the
barn into a regulation size arena.
Gigi leaned her shoulder into Boone's. "We'll all be
partners." Gigi had thrown in her winnings, too, and was currently a
half-partner in the venture. "How much was your win? Stormie said almost
two hundred thousand?"
Dallas slung his arm across the back of the booth and
touched Kira's shoulder. "Half of that." He narrowed his gaze on her,
watching for signs of dishonesty. "Right?"
****
Kira started at Dallas's touch. It seemed sweetly possessive
for a man who wasn't usually demonstrative. Glancing around the table, she
caught inquisitive glances from Stormie and Jayden, and surprised looks on Gigi
and Boone's faces.
"Yes, half. We're splitting the jackpot." Of
course, that wasn't the truth, so she avoided Dallas's gaze.
All four of them started talking at once and she leaned
closer to Dallas.
He held up a hand. "It was only fair. My money, her
luck."
Kira smiled up at him. "Stupid luck."
Gigi settled in. "Tell us the whole story."
Kira and Dallas relayed the scene with a few comments from
Stormie.
Their drinks arrived; three giant margaritas, three tap
beers in big cowboy boot-shaped glasses, and three shots of whiskey.
The men held up their shot glasses and Jayden toasted.
"To luck, stupid or otherwise."
They downed them and Kira slid her oversized glass toward
the middle of the table. "Another toast. To Gigi and Boone, lucky in love,
and the reason we're all here."
The two other women slid their glasses until all three
clinked, then the men tapped their boot glasses against them. The logistics of
the giant cocktails had them all laughing and Gigi asked the waitress to take a
couple pictures with her phone.
Stormie crossed her arms on the table and looked at Gigi.
"Tell me the story of how you two met."
The loving look that passed between Gigi and Boone set
Kira's heart chugging.
Dallas's hand tightened on Kira's shoulder and she looked
into his dark eyes. His lips curved up just slightly and he inhaled a long
breath.
The chugging in her heart increased. She wanted this man.
Wanted to peel off every stitch of clothing, run her hands over the light
furring on his chest, his belly, his strong thighs. She wanted to taste him,
from his neck to his nipples, down his belly to his cock. To pull the hot,
pulsing head into her mouth and experience the satiny texture of his tight
skin, lave a salty drop of his pre-come on the tip of her tongue.
"Damn, Kira. Don't look at me like that if you don't
want me to haul you over my shoulder and carry you up to our suite." His
voice rumbled, quiet and sensual.
Her nipples perked as a shimmy of desire raced to her core.
Placing her hand on his thigh, she grasped the hard muscle, let his heat warm
her palm. "Is that a threat…or a promise."
He growled low in his chest.
"…anyway…" Gigi said sharply.
Kira and Dallas looked at her.
Gigi gave them the stink eye. "If you two are done over
there, I'll finish my story."
Dallas pulled Kira closer. "We're not anywhere near
done, but we'll take a break."
Kira felt heat rush to her cheeks but she grinned.
"We're listening."
Boone laughed and Jayden snorted. Stormie stared at her as
if she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
True, Kira had said some disparaging things to Stormie about
Dallas, and her cousin had witnessed the verbal punches she and Dallas had
thrown at the roulette table. But there had always been a flame burning between
her and the cowboy. Kira looked at him. He was watching her. As soon as they
reached their suite, that flame would become an inferno, and she welcomed the
burn.
Gigi cleared her throat and spoke to Stormie. "So,
together, Boone and I won the slot's progressive. Except he…"