Reading ahead will bring you smut.

Ya been warned.

Request for @txphoenix02

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Zak sat in the bar, swirling his whiskey on the rocks. Nursing the glass in his hand for some time, earning himself a few looks from the bartenders. He knew the ice had been melting, watering his drink down, but he couldn't find the courage to knock the liquor back and set the glass aside.

He knew that one always led to another and a few years ago, he promised a great woman that he would change his ways of late night partying and drinking.

Today it was her birthday, a day etched on his mind from the moment he learnt to walk and talk.

Looking around the bar, he took in the wooden floors, the barrels which once held whisky had now been turned into decorative tables, a whip hung on the wall, along side many photos of female bar tenders standing along side one man who's face always wore a large grin. Some of the faces changed, but the man remained.

Zak envied him, surrounded by women in Daisy Duke shorts, knotted checked shirts with cowboy hats cropped on their heads. "Lucky bastard." He muttered.

"You lost?" A man spoke beside him, causing Zak to lift his eyes to the voice.

"Texas.." Zak answered.

The man shifted a thick brow "You're occupying my seat."

Zak looked around noticing the bar had gone quiet. Each patron watching the scene which was unfolding with curiosity. He turned back around and faced the bar, looking across the bottles causally whilst watching the man in the glass behind the shelves.

"Didn't see a reserved sign." Zak replied.

"Because people know not to sit there, clearly you're lost boy. Now beat it."

"I'm not moving, the sooner you accept that, the sooner I can return to my drink."

The glass was snatched from Zak's hand and he watched as the man sunk his drink before slamming the glass back down. "You ain't got shit to return to."

Sighing, Zak motioned to the bar tender "Another, his tab." He tweaked his head and watched as the woman looked at the man, before lowering her eyes and making the drink.

Zak watched the man stalk off and over to a group of men, waving his hands around.

"You gotta death wish?" A voice spoke making Zak cock his head to look over at the woman stood against the juke box.

Her cream cowboy hat with brown edging was sat on her head, whilst long brunette hair fell over one shoulder. Red lips pulled back into a smile as she looked at him.

He took in the cowboy boots, the black strap top that only just held her large bust and a pair of jeans that looked as though she was poured into them. She had more curves that a car and Zak couldn't help stare at her figure.

The man from just a minute ago made his way back. Chest puffed out and ready to start, but as he passed, he slapped her ass earning himself a glare.

"Wanna fuck tonight?" He asked crudely to her.

"Fuck off, John. I haven't accepted your offer before and I won't accept it ever."

He grinned "You're a feisty one, Amanda. I give you that. Do you buck as fierce?"

Zak was about to speak when a solid fist floored the vile worm named John. She shook her fist out and stood over him "Fierce enough?"

He picked himself up and wiped his mouth "Big mistake." He snarled before stalking out the bar.

Zak chuckled quietly and turned back around. "Whatever she's having too."

He waited and sure enough the woman took the seat beside him to accept her drink. "What a jackass."

"How's the hand?" Zak questioned seeing her flex it a few times.

"I'll live. Emilia? Could I?"

The bar tender smiled "You're gonna be the death of Jimmy."

Zak watched as the bartender pulled out a new towel, laying it flat, she filled it with ice and set it onto the bar for her.

"He was being rude."

Emilia gave her a soft laugh "Well no more tonight."

Both Zak and the woman he thought was called Amanda sat quietly drinking their drinks. He frowned slightly at the taste and looked at Emilia who nodded.

Alcohol free.

Well he'd be damned.

He gave her an appreciative smile and looked over to Amanda who rolled her hand back and forth on the iced towel. "You hit pretty hard."

She smiled to herself. "It ain't right for him to handle a woman like that. Maybe he'll think next time."

He chuckled "I don't doubt that."

A pack of cards landed by Amanda's hand. "Play nice, you're still on duty." Emilia speaks before heading off around the bar.

"You work here?" Zak inquired looking to Amanda.

"Uh- Huh."

"Bartender..." He said mulling it over.

"Bouncer." She corrected.

He looked back to her and watched as she folded the cards. "You're the bouncer?"

With a smirk she looked at him dead on "You really surprised?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Just didn't think a bar like this needed one."

"It can get pretty rowdy in here... Especially over a game of cards. You in?"

Zak looked at the cards in her hands.
"In what?"

"Texas Hold'em, of course."

He inhaled before turning to face her. "I gotta warn you, I'm from Vegas..."

She lifted her brows "Is that suppose to impress me?"

"Not at all, just thought I'd give you the heads up before I clear you out."

She smirked. "I'll get a booth."

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Zak was positively stumped and he thanked the heavens that Amanda had chosen the bets small, no doubt giving him a fighting chance and an insight as to how well she played. If they had started big, he had no doubt she would have owned his home & his small fleet of cars by now.

"You know, if I didn't sit here and play, I'd think you were cheating." He chuckled pushing his dimes across the table.

"If I didn't see your Vegas license, I'd say you were talking out your ass about coming from there. How does a man from Sin City play so bad?"

His smile only widened "I was good. Was.."

"I'm glad you've accepted past tense so well." She winked. Her eyes noticed he was out of bets, not wanting him to leave the table, she pushed his dimes back. "Come on, I'll be nice. I might even let you win a game.."

"Now why would you make it easy for me?"

She shrugs "I'm a sucker for the cute smile and bright eyes."

He sat forward "Is that so?"

"Settle down cowboy." She pushed the cards across the table. "You're dealing."

Zak accepted the cards "You know, I am really good at one type of poker."

He watched her eyes peek with interest. "And that would be?"

"Strip poker."

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The hotel door slammed back against the wall as Zak fell through it pulling Amanda along with him. Their mouths were locked together as the heat between them intensified to an uncontrollable limit.

Zak couldn't understand how they got here, one minute he was suggesting strip poker, wondering if those mesmerising eyes were sparkling as a distraction or if she was really making eyes at him. The next? They were here, tearing at each other's clothes as if both of them had been set alight.

He pushed Amanda up against the door, pulling her onto her tiptoes as he held her against the wood. Her moans spurring him on as he delved deeper into her mouth. He could taste the smoky alcohol on her tongue and the sweetness of her lip balm. It drove him insane.

Pushing him back, Amanda caught her breath and looked at Zak, his shirt was half unbuttoned, his lips were full and hair was a mess.

The electricity between them cracked and like two forces they collided.

Their lust and urgency had them both sharing an excited giggle whilst they finally got undressed and fell onto the bed.

Making out like two teenagers, Zak's patience disappeared and he threw Amanda down on the bed before grabbing his wallet and fishing out a condom.

"You don't mind... Do you?" He asked looking at her. But her eyes were drawn elsewhere.

"Well I'll be damned, I never believed it until now." She spoke licking her lips. He waited. "Everything is bigger in Texas."

He grinned looking down at her chest "Hell yeah it is."

Zak was more than pleased to find her all natural, no small scars or strange feeling in her chest when he groped and pinched at her chest. There was no complaining or worrying about an implant flipping. Because he's had that conversation before.

"You gonna stand there all night, stud?"

He tore the packet and placed he condom on before falling onto her body. He watched as she took hold of his face with a giggle and kissed him.

"It should be a crime for you to wear clothes." He whispered pushing his face down into her chest and nipping at her soft flesh. Pulling back, he sat on his knees and dragged his hand down through the valley of her breasts and resting it on her stomach just above where she needed him the most.

He'd be a liar to say that she was perfect, she wasn't his usual type, not that it was a bad thing either. He knew women, but he never went for the fuller figure. But there must have been something in the air for him to feel wild and sexual when he look in her figure and the way those jeans framed her legs.

He wanted every single inch of her skin pressed against his. He wanted to pull at her long brown hair and make her cheeks flush with red with exhaustion.

"One night." She squirted under his intense stare. "No strings, no friends with benefits, just two people, one mutual goal. Got it?"

Zak nodded. "Deal."

He dove between her legs, finding her sweet spot and torturing it with his tongue and teeth until Amanda shoved him away and jolted and shivered.

"You taste divine."

"G-good. Now fuck me." She demanded.

The curse leaving her mouth spiked the fire in his soul and he fell back over her, supporting himself on one hand, he took hold of his aching member and drove it straight into Amanda, whose back arched and a strangling noise sounded.

Zak ran his hand up her chest and around her neck pulling Amanda up straight to face him. But he looked between them and groaned in pleasure. Amanda panted unable to believe a stranger from Sin City could make her feel this full, this hotness, this desire.

She needed everything he had in his trunk, she wanted his anger, his attention and his need in this moment.

"Give me everything." She demanded holding onto his face.

A growl snarled out from his lip and the hand which cradled her neck now shifted over her throat. He saw the flame flicker behind her eyes at the idea. Taking the chance, he grabbed her throat and squeezed it.

"Yes.." She struggled and that was all he needed to lose his control.

Like a wild man, he began thrusting into her body, relentless, hard, uncontrollable. He loosened and tightened his grip at regular intervals, even stopping to push her leg over his shoulder giving him a deeper position.

She moaned out loud and accepted the passionate kiss he delivered as he pushed her to the hilt. But something was missing.

Almost frustratedly, he pulls out and grabs a pillow from above them. Placing it to the side, he pulls her onto her front, with a hand on her back, he slips back into her and traps her legs between her knees. The added alleviation of the pillow helps him sink deeper, adding to both of their pleasures.

"Fuck. This is it." He speaks to himself.

He was about to start when Amanda lifts her hips slightly and begins pushing back up his length, helping herself to the enjoyment. Zak sighs and slaps her ass earning a moan from her. After a few minutes, he notices her slow, her rhythm changes into a slower pace, but he couldn't allow that. They both stepped into this room with a goal.

Holding her hips down, he takes over and goes at it, watching her struggle to catch her breath, her fingers gripping at the sheets and her head buried into the bed.

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Amanda couldn't believe it, she couldn't believe her luck. A guy, with a large package and he knew exactly how to use it. Like the heavens had sent him, giving her one night of adulterous sex before he was called back in the morning. He has to be an angel. There was no doubt about it, he was out of this world.

As she threw her head back, his hand came around and began to apply pressure, it restricted the blood flow, the oxygen and it took away her control over the situation. She had given herself to him entirely. At one point, she did worry about what kind of man he was, but the moment he ground his hips against hers, she realised she didn't care if he was a psychopath, set on killing her after. Because the sex was phenomenal and there was no doubt this was one hell of a way to die.

Death by dick.

That's what they will place on the death certificate when they find her remains after exploding after the much needed release.

His hand loosened, letting the oxygen flood her brain once again. Causing the room and earth to tilt on its axis.

She could remember the time she asked an ex partner to squeeze her throat during sex, he called a doctor on her instead. She broke up with him the next day...

And since that day, she had waited for a man who was equipped and experienced.

He was called Zak & he was here on business. That's all she knew and wanted to know.

Zak's hand held her chin and tilted her jaw up to meet his mouth. They shared a kiss before Zak let go.

"P-please don't stop." She begged as her stomach tightened.

He works faster, and faster making Amanda clench her eyes closed at the beautiful pain that was radiating from within.

There would be marks, there would be bruises but holy shit, she didn't care. They would be a temporary reminder of what has happened in this room tonight. But her memories will serve her well in the future, she will think of this moment even when she's old and grey.

The moment a Sin City Stallion walked into her life, offering one night of raw passion.

Her body tightens in preparation, Zak's hand lands on top of hers. He slides his fingers between hers and clamps his hand down, holding them together just as white hot flashes take over her body.

Blinded by pleasure, Amanda cries out his name, over and over again. But just as she thinks she is done, Zak thrusts hard and pause. His teeth sink into her shoulder, like a lion would bite the scruff of his lioness.

The primal animal inside them both finish, hard.

Zak falls onto the bed beside Amanda as she pants at the warm air. Her mind not quiet registering anything in the room at the moment. She wasn't entirely sure if she had died and gone to heaven, or if she was still alive.

"You alright?" Zak asks placing a hand on her back.

She nods and rolls onto her back letting her body shudder with after shocks.

"Can I have a few minutes before I head off?" She whispered.

"Hell yeah, take your time." He replies

Take your time? Zak couldn't work out why he had said that, firstly because as soon as it was over, he usually left or hinted that them to leave. But being in his hotel room, it was kind of difficult. However, he didn't mind looking at Amanda as she got to grasp with the world, he didn't mind her staying here a little longer.

There was something about her that fascinated him.

And suddenly Texas had a whole lot more to offer than haunted attractions...