All In: Betting on a Full House (Gambling With Love) (4 page)

“Wow, I didn’t know you could be so … feisty,” Tyler said, rubbing his sexy golden jaw like I’d just sucker punched him. 

“Feisty is better than bitchy I guess,” I replied with a shrug.                     

Dylan and Will had taken their turns shooting so it was my turn again, while Will went to get another round for us.          

“I’ve got high balls right?” I asked before bending over to aim for a low numbered ball, putting my backside directly in front of Tyler. I made sure to roll my hips as I bent low to look over the table, and could hear his ragged breath as he took in the view.

When I missed and turned around, his eyes had hazed over, and it looked like beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

Will came back from the bar with another lemon drop for me, pulling my eyes from Tyler's heated ones. I smiled when I took it from him.

“Thanks, Will. You’re so sweet. And I never knew glasses could look so damn sexy,” I told him, then ran a hand through his thick, wavy brown hair.

He smiled at me until his light green eyes cut over to Tyler. Then he leaned forward close enough for me to hear him but no one else.

“You are so fucking hot it hurts, and if Tyler hadn’t staked his claim I’d be on my knees begging for a chance with you. But if you just want to use me to make him crazy jealous then I’m all in.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He was every bit as smart as he looked. “You’re on,” I told him, then leaned up to kiss his cheek. He surprised me when he grabbed my hip and covered my mouth with his. I tried to hide my shock and kiss him back just as enthusiastically.

“You are something else,” I laughed, and smacked his chest playfully when he finally pulled away. 

Tyler

I was seeing red and it felt like my body was on fire as I watched Will and Jess kiss. Will, of all fucking people. One of the shyest motherfuckers I know.

I headed for the bar instead of doing what I really wanted - strangle the shit out of him. After that I’d like to throw Jess over my shoulder, carry her outside and then fuck her on the first hard surface we found.

Damn
. Why was I losing my shit over her? I’d only been screwing her to try and get Lauren out of my mind. It’s not like we were dating or anything. So why did the idea of her with anyone else turn me into a homicidal maniac? 

I sat down at the bar and ordered, then threw back three more shots of Jager, officially losing count. I think that would be the fifth, sixth and seventh of the night, but they might be sixth, seventh and eighth. I was trying to figure that out and decide what to do – leave and head home to the hell that waited for me in that house with Caleb and Lauren, or stay here and torture myself watching Jess flirt with everyone but me. Flashing her goddamn, fine as hell ass that I wanted to grab onto while bending her over and fucking her.

“Two lemon drops,” the voice of one of the two women driving me completely nucking futs said to the bartender from beside me.

“What are you doing?” I asked a bit blearily.

Jess looked at me and laughed sweetly. “Getting drunk. What are
you
doing?”

I looked away from her hypnotizing amber eyes before answering. “Getting shitfaced drunk.”

“Are you a nice drunk or a mean one?” she asked. "Because despite what you may claim, you weren't drunk the other night. A drunk man wouldn't have been able to get it up five times, or remember how many orgasms I had."

“Everyone tells me I’m a pretty funny drunk,” I responded, ignoring her calling me out on my lie about being drunk the other night. 

“Is that right? I find that really hard to believe. You’re too uptight.”

“What kind of drunk are you?” I asked her, ignoring her criticism.

“Horny and desperate. Or so I’m told.”

“Then by God, let me buy you another round or four,” I told her.

“Ha! Was that a joke? You must be halfway to drunk.” 

The bartender sat Jess’s two shots on the bar and picked up her cash. I watched her throw back one right after the other. My vision had started to blur and it took a second for the two Jesses to realign into one.

“Fuck, those are good,” she said, then slid down from the stool. She wobbled to the left and I reached out to balance her. “Thanks. Just going to the ladies loom, I mean the ladies room. Ha, loom and room rhyme. I’m like one of those poets.” She giggled and headed in the wrong direction.

I got up, less than a hundred percent steady on my own feet, and grabbed her shoulders to turn her around.

“Wrong way baby girl. Now you’re getting warmer.”

“Ha! Thanks Tyler. Save my seat. If I don’t pass out, I’ll be back.
I’ll be back
,” she repeated again, attempting the Terminator accent before she giggled her way to the bathroom.

Will and Dylan came up on either side of me. “She’s toasted isn't she?” Will asked, while we all watched her weave her way through the tables.

“Yeah, and don’t even fucking think about it,” I told him.

“You know I wouldn’t try and screw a woman while she’s drunk.”

“Right.”

“But she does look like she could use a ride home,” he said.

“Hell no.”

“Then call her a cab and make sure she gets home okay. You look like you’re in cab territory too, bro.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got her.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he snorted, then the two of them turned around and left me sitting alone at the bar. 

When Jess came back she was passed shitfaced and well on her way to fucked-up drunk. The main tipoff being how she threw herself at me, when, just a few minutes earlier, she’d been pissed at me.

“Oh, Tyler, why you have to be so frickin’ sexy?” she slurred, pressing her chest against my shoulder, and grabbing my head to turn it towards her.

Her mouth came down hard on mine and my body automatically responded. I swiveled the stool around until she was standing between my legs. The rush of blood to my cock made my head feel even lighter, and thinking became damn difficult. Well, thoughts other than those of getting the two of us naked ASAP.

“Take me home,” she pulled back, and said breathlessly.

“We need a cab. I’m drunk as fuck,” I told her as the room spun around us.

Pulling out my phone I asked my good pal Siri to find a cab company, then called the first number that popped up on the screen. The nice dispatch person said they’d have someone pick us in ten minutes or less so we staggered our way outside to wait.

Our mouths were drawn together again, and my hands were no longer in my control. All on their own one went between Jess’s legs and shredded her red thong, while the other cupped her breast through her dress. I pocketed her destroyed panties in my cargo pants, before my fingers delved into her drenched pussy. She moaned into my mouth when she came, and was still tightening around my fingers when the cab pulled up.

We slid into the back, giving the driver the address to her apartment, which took a few tries, then it was my turn for a bad touch. Jess straddled me, unzipped my pants, and then wrapped her fist around my cock, stroking me until I almost came.

I pulled her hand away when the last of my awareness reminded me where we were. My cock was super pissed, but I told him we'd only have to wait a few more minutes before he could get what he needed.

Jess giggled and fell over into the other side of the backseat. "Are you talking to your dick?" she asked.

"I had to calm him down. I don't want that motherfucker holding a grudge."

"Does he talk back?"

"Hell yes."

"What did he say?"

"That if I don't put him inside you in the next five minutes he's going to lose his shit."

"You hear that taxi man? Put the pedal to the metal or Tyler's dick is going lose his shit!" she exclaimed between giggles.

"Are you making fun of him? You better apologize before he gets angry."

Her head lowered to my lap, and then I felt her warm, wet mouth slide down my cock and back up again.

"Fuck, Jess. No, no, no, not here.
Oh shit yes
!"

"What? I'm apologizing, and he didn't say where exactly he wanted to be inside me." 

"Not here, oh fuck. Wait, we're here?" I looked out the window of the cab that was sitting still, although it felt like we were moving, and saw Jess's apartment complex. Her mouth had my eyes closing as she continued to suck my swollen cock. How long had we been here? I forced my eyes open again and looked in the front seat. I had to be tripping from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body. I swear it looked like the taxi man's arm was moving as if he was straight jacking off, his head was turned toward the back watching Jess blow me. But fuck it, I was drunk and we were in the back of his damn car. And goddamn it felt too good to stop her.   

My pulse sped up and my hips thrust eagerly to meet Jess’s mouth harder and faster. My palm cupped the back of her head, tangling in her dark hair and guiding her, even though it was unnecessary. And thank you Jesus, the woman didn't have a gag reflex as she deep throated me again, just like she had the night at the strip club.

"
God yes
. Take it all baby."

She hummed around my cock, sending the tingling sensation all the way up my spine. Her fine, tight ass was sticking up the air in the seat beside me, her dress barely covering anything. I palmed her ass cheek and squeezed with my free hand, making her lose her pace.

"I'm close. Stop now or get ready to swallow, baby," I warned her. When she didn't move her mouth away I slid my hand down between her legs and about lost it. "Goddamn you're wet," I told her as I slid two fingers in and out of her pussy, making her rock back against my thrusts, then moan around my cock. "You're killing me. Finish or let me fuck you, baby." 

My cock pulsed and swelled with the oncoming orgasm, but the taxi man beat me to it. His grunts and heavy breathing didn't have any effect on Jess though. She sucked me like a pro until she had be coming up out of my seat with a curse. I held her head with both hands while I exploded down her throat. As soon I recovered it was her turn to come again.                         

"Ahhh!" she raised her head from my lap and screamed when my fingers returned under her dress and began milking her release from her again. She climbed all the way up on me, straddling my lap, arms around my neck, to kiss me. My fingers kept penetrating her from behind, making her buck forward and back as another wave of spasms rocked her sexy little body.   

"Oh! Oh!
Ohhhh God!
" her head fell back and then she gave a final scream, squeezing her thighs together, and that was all she wrote. She came again on my fingers, and my cock was hard as steel again, ready to take her.

After the last of her tremors, Jess laid her head on my shoulder like she was wiped out. I didn't want to move her because she looked so comfortable, and I really liked having her all curled up to me, like she felt happy and safe in my arms. When I softly kissed her forehead she smiled without opening her eyes. 

Seemed like the taxi man had gotten more than a few eyefuls and earfuls tonight, and I knew he enjoyed the fuck out of the show. Hell, by the sounds he was making I think he came twice. When I looked at him in the front, he was now facing forward, his head thrown back against the car seat, and still breathing heavily.

"How much do we owe you?" I asked him, since the meter was off.

He jerked around. "Who, me?"

"Ah, yeah."

"No charge. I feel like I should pay you. You ever need a ride you tell dispatch to ask for me, Bradshaw, and it's on me every time," he said, pulling out his wallet and handing me a card.   

"Thanks, I guess," shoving it into my pants pocket. 

"What's it like?" he asked. "You know, fucking her."  Oh-kay. Creep alert. Like him jacking off hadn't been the goddamn giveaway.                                                     

"Better than you can fucking imagine. And just so you know, I'm a cop, so if I ever see you near her or this building again I'll arrest your ass."

He raised his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I hear you."

"Good," I exhaled, then opened the door to try and figure out how to get us both up the flight of stairs without breaking our necks.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch," he said, as I stood up onto the sidewalk with Jess cradled in my arms.

"Yeah, I know," I told him, then closed the car door with my foot.

Jess started waking up so I sat her feet down on the ground. I was too drunk to carry her up a flight of stairs.

"You okay to walk?" I asked her.

"Uh-huh," she responded. With her in front of me, and my hands on her ass for balance, we slowly went up each and every step, all the way to the top.              

She pulled a key out from … somewhere, and while she tried to get it into the lock, I pulled the back of her dress up and rubbed my still free swinging hard cock against her ass. I heard her gasp and then she dropped her keys. When she bent down to pick them up I slid right into her soaking wet pussy, and went at it.

"Tyler! God, yes!" she raised up and yelled until I covered her mouth with one hand, and wrapped the other around her waist for leverage as I continued thrusting into her. Her palms smacked against her apartment door, and I pushed her forward until I was nailing her entire body against it. 

"Harder!" it sounded like she exclaimed around my hand.

I slid my hand down between her and the door to find her clit while my hand kept muffling her sounds of pleasure. I worked her frantically, knowing I couldn't last much longer. Finally her pussy squeezed my cock tighter and tighter, until it was dripping wet with her arousal and hot as fuck. Damn she felt incredible. I slammed her against her door one last time before pouring my release into her with a groan.

Her hands reached up to pull my hand free from her mouth. "God that was good," she said, then giggled. "I like when you're all rough."

"You always ask for it harder and faster, but you're so small I'm afraid I'll break you."

"Believe me, I can take it. Your big ole dick's not going to break my pussy, Tyler," she laughed as she finally picked up her long lost keys. "Now are you going to pull it out or do I have to walk around with you in me?" she giggled.

I nipped her earlobe and thrust her forward one last time into the door, forcing a grunt from her.

"I could stay inside you all night long, baby." The words had barely left my mouth when she unlocked and pushed open the door, causing both of us to go down to the floor of the foyer in a heap of tangled limbs.

Jess laid flat on her face still underneath me. "Why is the room spinning?” she asked.