The Gamble
I didn’t tell him this. I just held onto my courage and his gaze.
Max got up on a forearm but didn’t shift the rest of his weight as his eyes went to my temple and the fingers of his other hand went there too, sifting into my hair. He slid them down, through the tendrils and then he started twirling a lock around his finger. I felt his touch and it felt lovely but I also watched his features, emotions drifting over them openly, too fast to read but most of them were not good. Then his eyes left the lock of hair even though his finger kept twisting it and they came to me.
“Long time ago, fifth, sixth grade, we had a posse. Bitsy, Brody, Shauna, Kami, Harry and me.”
“Harry?” I asked, surprised.
“Yeah.”
“Kami?”
“Yeah, kind of, mostly she tagged along, didn’t have many of her own friends.”
I didn’t find this surprising if what Max said about Kami being a bitch since forever was true.
“Not Curtis?” I queried.
“No.”
And not Anna? I thought but didn’t speak the question aloud.
“We were tight,” he continued, “did everything together for years, into high school. Stayed tight, school to school, even though Bitsy and Shauna were a year younger, Kami, two.”
I nodded, prompting him to go on as my hand slid around to rest on his chest.
“Kami broke off, findin’ her own friends but she always stayed close to Shauna. Brody and me made varsity our freshman year, Harry didn’t. That’s when Brody and me took on Curt, who was a year older but we lost close touch with Harry. He was around, we hung out but we were no longer tight.”
“Did Shauna stay close?”
“Yeah.”
“So she was your friend?”
He grinned. “I was in high school. High school boys do stupid shit around beautiful girls and, even though she was a conceited pain in the ass most of the time, she’s always been beautiful, even back then.”
I tried not to let the knifepoint of his words sink into my flesh but I didn’t succeed.
The night before he’d told me I was pretty not beautiful and, as all women knew, there was a big bloody difference.
“Duchess,” he said softly, obviously reading my expression, “doesn’t hold a candle.”
I forced a smile and tried to take us back to our earlier subject. “Go on.”
Max stayed on the current subject. “Babe, seriously.”
“So,” I steadfastly ignored him, “you were all friends.”
As usual, Max steadfastly stayed on target. “She’s beautiful but she’s cold. Great with her mouth when it’s on your cock. When she’s usin’ it for anything else, to kiss, speak or frown, which she uses it for most, not so good.”
“Max –”
“And she doesn’t let go when you f**k her, wants control, of you, of herself, of everything. The whole thing was an exercise in manipulation, her tryin’ to wrap you around her finger, catch you in her honey trap. But what she never got was, she’s wound up so tight, so intent on her scheme, she never let herself enjoy it and if she doesn’t, you can’t.”
My eyes caught his and I told him honestly, “I’m not sure I need this information.”
“Never,” Max said, again ignoring me. “Never did I walk into a room and see her dressed to go out and forget how to breathe like I did when I saw you before we went to The Rooster.” I felt my eyes grow wide at this admission and I, too, forgot how to breathe.
When I remembered I whispered, “Max –”
His thumb came up and slid back and forth along my temple. “Technical points at givin’ head, Shauna’s a ten. Artistic merit, zip.” His mouth came to mine and he muttered, “You, babe, you get into it and f**k,” his nose slid along mine and I watched his eyes get dark with good memories as he went on. “Watchin’ you suck my cock, could swear you like it better than me. Perfect f**kin’ scores.” He kissed me lightly and continued, “Fuckin’ her, she doesn’t even rank compared to you. Different league.”
As much as I didn’t want to admit it, this pleased me greatly.
“And she’s never, not once, not since fifth grade, made me laugh,” Max finished.
That pleased me even more.
“Okay, I’m better than Shauna,” I mumbled, feeling slightly shy and also self-conscious (even though I still felt very pleased), “moving on.”
“Yeah, we’ll move on when you promise never to get that look on your face again when I’m bein’ honest about her.”
“What look?” I asked, although even though I didn’t see it, I figured I knew.
“That look like I caught you off guard and shoved a knife in your gut.”
Oh dear. Could he really read me that well?
“Yeah, that’s what you looked like,” he said, like I’d spoken my unspoken question aloud and I felt my eyes get wide.
“That’s uncanny,” I blurted.
“Babe, don’t play poker,” he advised and then smiled before he finished, “ever.”
“Good advice,” I whispered.
His face grew warm and he bent his head, kissed my nose and whispered back, “Cute.” Then he rolled, wrapping his arms around and taking me with him so I was mostly on top.
I lifted up with an arm on his chest and an elbow in the bed and asked, “Are you going to finish your story?”
“Yeah,” he said on a sigh, “though not much to it. We graduated and Shauna went to CSU. She disappeared for a few years after that, got married to some rich, old guy from Aspen, divorced his ass and fleeced him for as much as she could though not as much as she wanted. She might be beautiful and he might have been old but he wasn’t dumb. She came back and has been livin’ on that payoff, lookin’ for her next one ever since.”
“Sounds like his payoff is dwindling.”
“Yeah, she’s f**ked. She’s been workin’ Curt hard. One good thing about that will and those letters is that he knew it. She thought she was f**kin’ him but in the end, he took what he wanted and f**ked her.”
“Literally and figuratively,” I noted.
“Yep.”
“And you?”
His head tilted on my pillow and he stated bluntly, “She’s gorgeous, she’s good with her mouth, she wanted in my bed, she worked at it, I let her in my bed. She played a game with me, hid a lot of who she was and I bought it. Right off the bat it wasn’t near as good as she made it seem like it was gonna be. Then it got worse. When gettin’ off wasn’t worth puttin’ up with her, I ended it.”