touch the softness of the flesh of a breast. His heartbeats consumed him as his fingers continued to explore, circling this part of a woman he up to now had only been able to admire from afar. He had so often wanted to even touch Maria ⦠but had been afraid to askâ¦.
âHey!â a man boomed from the ship's deck. âAre ye a goinâ to play cards or pussy?â
Hating to set this woman free, Alberto clung for a moment longer, then whispered into her ear, âYou're so beautiful.â
âWin this hand and ya can touch more than my tits, darlin',â she whispered back-, blowing into his ear, making goose bumps ride his spine.
âThen win it I shall,â he said, giving her breast just one more squeeze. âAnd your name? What might it be?â
âJust call me Grace,â she said, giggling.
Alberto had to join in the quiet laughter. Grace didn't seem the appropriate name for a woman who gave of her body so freely. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now, except that knowing how to win at cards would be to also win at something even more important. He would soon know the secrets that lay hidden beneath a woman's skirt.
âLet me win this hand,â he said. âThen we can get on with the most pleasurable side of life.â He released his hold on her, smiling crookedly. Scooping the cards back up into his hands, he squatted and checked them once again. Yes. He had a winning hand. Yes. Hewould bet all he had in his pockets. With one thrust, he threw all his coins and green bills onto the pile of money that had already been bet by the other men.
With a pounding heart, he watched as each man spread his cards out on the floor in front of them, revealing a various assortment of what could be winning hands . . . except that Alberto's had the most Aces, with two Kings to confirm his win.
âDamn it all to hell,â one man grumbled, puffing angrily on his cigar. âA damn full house. You did it again, lad. Don 1 know how, since you never did play before. But, you sure as hell took my money from me.â
âI'm quitting for a while, gents,â Alberto said, grinning from ear to ear. âI've better things to do, if you know what I mean.â He began to pull the money toward him, but was stopped when a boot lowered, to rest on his hand. He looked up into beady, dark eyes, surrounded by thick, scraggly whiskers.
âNot so fast, sonny boy,â the man said, increasing his weight on Alberto's hand, making Alberto wince.
âI won fair and square,â Alberto said, feeling the bones in his fingers straining to be set free.
The man glowered, spitting chewing tobacco next to Alberto's knee. âIn this game oâ chance, you don' just play to keep the money,â he said darkly. âYou give the men a chance to win it all back. Donâ you see? Tha's part oâ this game, sonny boy.â
Grace moved lithely toward this man attired in garments that reeked of sweat and tobacco juices. âNow, Sam,â she purred, wrapping her fingers around his hand, squeezing it. âYou know it doesn't really matter. Now does it?â
The low-cut dress gaped open even more at the top,catching Sam's eyes. Grace swung her hips around so the back of her arched against the front of Sam, then back around so her breasts barely brushed against his arm. âDo you understand? Huh?â she added, winking.
Sam's face became all smiles as his foot released Alberto's hand. âSure. Donâ know whut I was a thinkinâ on,â Sam laughed. He reached down and began to help Alberto with the money, even thrusting it into Alberto's breeches pockets. âGo on, lad,â he added. âTake yore leave. Damn sorry if I bothered you. Donâ know what gets in my head at times.â
Alberto's thoughts were swirling, not understanding at all what could have changed this man's mind so fast. But one look upward at Grace made him understand how and
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