“I know she did. I felt her pussy twinge every time I gave her a good one.” I chuckled and nodded.
“The bet is this—I bet you can’t give her a spanking before the end of her vacation. Not a few slaps on her ass when we’re fucking. An actual spanking.” My lips slowly formed a devious smile.
“Fuck, man, that’s evil, coming from you.” Cole blinked in surprise.
“It’s not evil. I know she’ll enjoy it—she just doesn’t know it yet.” I sipped my beer and chuckled. “Trust me, I’ve seen that look before. I don’t want you to hurt her, obviously. If she’s not into it, then you don’t have to keep going—but at least try.”
“Okay, fine. That’s the bet. What if I can’t make it happen?” Cole stared at me with a look of intrigue.
“If you can’t make it happen, you have to spend an hour with Mistress Tammy.” I winked at him. “The full experience.”
“You’re a bastard.” Cole leaned his head back. “I either spank Aurora or I have to spend an hour with a dominatrix?”
“Somebody is getting spanked either way.” I chuckled and nodded.
“Yeah, you just wait—turnabout is fair play.” Cole glared at me and exhaled sharply. “If I end up spending an hour with Mistress Tammy, you might as well book yourself a lengthy stay, because you’ll lose a bet eventually, buddy.”
“Maybe I will.” I shrugged and sipped my beer. “But for now, I’m going back to bed and dream about you getting whacked by that angry looking riding crop she has on her billboard picture.”
“Yeah, that ain’t happening.” Cole put his beer down. “All right, I guess I’ll go to bed too.”
We crawled in bed beside Aurora and she stirred as our weight moved the mattress. I thought she was going to wake up, and my cock was ready if she wanted us again, but she drifted back to sleep. I stared at the ceiling for nearly an hour, just thinking about life in general. I didn’t deserve someone as awesome as Aurora, but it didn’t stop me from thinking about it. Cole was supposed to provide a distraction from those thoughts, but they still lingered, even after we shared her. I had been through enough women since coming back from Afghanistan to know how unique Aurora was. I rolled to my side so I could look at her and noticed that Cole’s eyes were open as well.
“Can’t sleep?” Cole spoke in a quiet tone, barely above a whisper.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “I hate this feeling. It’s stupid. She’ll be gone in a few days.”
“I thought you’d shake those thoughts out of your head once we shared her.” Cole shrugged and sighed.
“Yeah, me too. Why are you awake?” I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head. “You usually start snoring before my head even hits the pillow.”
“Just thinking about things.” He leaned to the side and sat up. “I’m getting another beer.”
Why not? Half of Vegas sleeps the day away as it is. I’m sure Aurora will need to sleep in after what we did.
“So what’s on your mind?” I took the beer he offered and we sat down in the living room again.
“Can I tell you something without you totally losing your shit with me?” Cole lit a cigarette and stared straight ahead.
“You’re practically my brother—of course you can.” I nodded quickly.
“I’m in debt to Johnny Ciampa.” Cole exhaled a stream of smoke and sighed. “Big time.”
“What!?” My voice elevated, but I quickly lowered it. “What the fuck do you mean? How?”
“Gambling, how do you think?” Cole took a hurried drag and sipped his beer.
Cole took me through the details and I felt my anger rising. If Aurora hadn’t been sleeping in the other room, I would have probably lost my shit with him, even though I promised I wouldn’t. Staying out of debt was how we survived. If we didn’t have money in our pocket, we starved. We didn’t push for more than what we needed, because we didn’t want to cut off the cash flow we had coming in. Cole hadn’t been playing by the rules we set up when we went legit. Johnny Ciampa was a small time loan shark, so I didn’t think he was going to show up and start cracking skulls or anything, but he still had to be paid back. Even his patience wouldn’t last forever, and Cole had a big debt to clear.
“I wish that was the worst of it, but today I found out something that has me worried even more.” Cole stabbed out his cigarette and looked over at me. “Thaddeus is making moves in Las Vegas.”
“Fucking hell.” I leaned back and shook my head. “So, that’s why you finally decided to tell me? You think Thaddeus is going to make a play for Johnny’s business.”
“Yeah, and there’s no way in fuck I’m going to be debt to that son of a bitch.” Cole exhaled sharply and nodded. “I wasn’t going to tell you, because I thought I had it under control, but the clock is about to start ticking.”
“You’re not thinking about doing something illegal, are you?” I tilted my head to the side. “Cole—tell me that’s not what you’re insinuating.”
“I’m not going to make enough money playing cards with the Vegas Scourge MC.” He sighed angrily.