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  Damn it, I could put a hole through the wall. I’d never wanted anyone more, and here I was walking away, trying to be the good guy. A good guy who got a blow job, but damn it, I wasn’t strong enough to say no when her mouth was on me. Shit, I’ve got to clear my head and get Lauren out of it. That girl is nothing but trouble waiting to happen between me and Caleb.

  Chapter Six

  Lauren

  What the hell was wrong with me? Messing with two friends was the lowest of the lows, and the exact same fucked up thing my ex had done to me. I called my best friend Jess to come save me from myself, then threw my clothes on before running out the door.

  I didn’t have to do the walk of shame down the nice, middle class road for long before Jess finally pulled up. She was a year older than me, but as small as she was she looked like a little girl driving around in her parent's car.

  “What in the world did you get into last night?” she asked when she drove up, the window of her small little blue Ford rolled down. I shook my head and went around to slide into the passenger side.

  “Just drive. I need to get out of this neighborhood.”

  “I’ll drive, but you better start talking. Does this have anything to do with that hot cop?” she asked. I looked over at her and felt bad for dragging her out of bed so early. She was still in her pajamas and her long, dark brown hair was thrown up in a messy bun.

  “Unfortunately. You know I told you I was supposed to meet him last night at Shooter's?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, he was late. I didn’t know at the time that he'd been held up with an accident, but this really, and I mean really amazing guy comes up and starts talking to me, showing me how to play pool and buying me drinks.”

  “So you got drunk and screwed him last night?”

  “Yeah, but while we were at Shooter's in walks the hot cop, all late. His name is Tyler by the way, and you’ll never fucking believe it.”

  “He gets in a fight with the new guy?”

  “No. Worse. The new guy, his name is Caleb, well guess who just so happens to be his best friend.

  Jess gasped. “The cop?”

  “Yep, that’s just my luck. Yesterday was Friday the Thirteenth by the way. So when Tyler finally gets there I was already tipsy and getting hot and heavy with Caleb. And Tyler’s sitting there, looking at me like he wanted to punch his friend and fuck me against the wall. But he doesn’t tell Caleb we met that morning, or that he's the reason I showed up at Shooter's, so I don't either.”

  “Damn, two hot guys and they’re friends that both want you?”

  “Ugh, it doesn’t end there. So Caleb asked me to come home with him. You should see him Jess, the man is like bad boy gorgeous. He actually carried me into his house, then stripped me down before going down. I scream out with one of the best, most intense orgasms of my life, and then the rest of the night was a blur of him fucking me into next week, and coming apart so many times I lost count.”

  “Wow. So I haven't heard the problem yet," she said.

  “That’s not all. Around four I wake up hung over and throwing up like crazy. I’m feeling like hell, kneeling in the floor of the bathroom when in walks Tyler, looking sexy as shit in nothing but sleep pants, and there I am hugging the toilet, puking my guts out.”

  “Oh my God that's embarrassing!”

  “Tell me about it. I had no idea he was Caleb’s freaking roommate, or that he’d heard us, you know earlier... So I expect him to be pissed at me and call me a slut for hooking up with his buddy, but he doesn’t. He’s sweet. So damn sweet. He put a cold rag on my neck and held my hair up. Then he brought me some of his pajamas and a pillow and blanket so I could sleep on the couch near the bathroom.”

  “Sounds like you hooked up with the wrong man, Lauren, even with the mind-blowing orgasm.”

  “Yeah that’s what I thought too. Caleb is fun, and amazing and intense, especially in bed, but Tyler is so sexy and sweet.”

  “So, just go after Tyler if he’s the one you want.”

  “Yeah, I did that this morning.”

  “What?” she exclaimed, almost rear-ending the car in front of us.

  “I, um…shit this is embarrassing. I took a shower then crawled into Tyler’s bed after Caleb had to leave. I woke him up with a, ah, blow job.”

  “Are you kidding?”

  “No. And he was really into it-”

  “What man isn’t into a blow job?”

  “Well yeah, so after that he's ready to go, puts the condom on, goes down on me giving me an equally earth shattering orgasm like his roommate. Fuck that sounds terrible, but anyway, then he jumps up and tells me I need to leave because he doesn't want to screw me behind his friend's back.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking. God, he just makes me crazy.”

  “Which one?” Jess laughed.

  “Both, but especially Tyler.”

  “So now what?”

  “I don’t know,” I said with a heavy sigh, leaning my head back against the seat. “I guess I’ll see if Caleb calls me. We exchanged numbers so he may or may not. Depends on if Tyler tells him what happened between us this morning. I know I won’t hear from Tyler. He hates me now that I slept with his roommate, and fooled around with him too. He doesn't have my number either.”

  “If you’re waiting for me to say ‘poor baby’ you’ve got another thing coming. You are one lucky chick, worried about which of the sexy guys you want. Shit, I’ll take whichever one you don’t want.”

  “That’s the problem. I want them both. Or at least I want a chance to date them both. I like Tyler and Caleb, and damn it, if they weren't friends I could go out with them both at the same time. You know I've never messed around with two guys before, and now when it happens I can't date them because they're friends that live under the same fucking roof!”

  “Only you. By the way, where is your rental car?”

  “Still at Shooter's. I was too drunk to drive last night. Will you take me by there?”

  “Sure.”

  “Then I’m going to go home and hopefully crash until class Monday morning.”

  “At least you can say your one weekend off from work was exciting. I was stuck with the usual gross old men trying to cop a feel all night.”

  “Ugh.”

  “And you got laid.”

  “There is that. First time in three months too, and completely made me forget all about Chad, the three thrust wonder boy. I’m telling you Jess, Caleb is gorgeous and so much fun, and Tyler is like a buff, sexy, save-the-day cop.”

  “Do they know where you work?”

  I exhaled harshly, thinking about how the guys I've dated in the past reacted to it. “Yes. Caleb didn't seem to mind, but Tyler seriously disapproves. Well, until I offered him a private lap dance.”

  “Ha! This should be fun to watch. You’ve got your very own freaking soap opera going on,” Jess said with a laugh.

  “Yeah, and if it wasn’t my life it’d be pretty fucking entertaining to see what happens next.”

  …

  Caleb

  It was Saturday morning and I had to report for the Army Reserves' required physical at nine fucking a.m. I had to take Tyler's car since mine was still at Shooter's. If it wasn't for that damn meeting I would've spent the entire day in bed with Lauren. That girl had blown my mind. Fucking her was even better than I had imagined, and now I knew exactly why she was a stripper. Her body was amazing - full heavy breasts, curvy tight ass, legs a mile long, looking like a sweet, shy, but damn eager virgin. She was every man's fantasy come to life, and I couldn't get enough of her.

  Usually I only had no strings attached hook-ups. I showed out most women before breakfast, and told them not to expect a phone call from me. But with Lauren, fuck if I didn't want to see her again, hell every night if she'd let me.

  Of all the damn times in my life to meet her…I had less than two fucking weeks before I had to leave for basic training. I
really hoped I could spend some of that time with Lauren, and maybe we could even pick things back up when I got home, weeks from now. Yeah right, a girl as hot as her would move right along. Hell, she probably wouldn't remember my name after ten weeks.

  Lauren had given me her number before I left her in my bed this morning, so late in the afternoon I pulled out my phone and hit send before I could talk myself out of it.

  "Hey, this is Lauren. Sorry I missed your call, but leave a message and I'll call you back."

  Shit, I got her voicemail. I had no idea what I would even say, but then there was a beep and I was out of time.

  "Hi sweetheart, it's Caleb. I've been thinking about you, and hope I can see you again tonight. Maybe go to dinner or something. Let me know. See ya."

  God I sounded like a loser, but half an hour later my phone rang with a call back from Lauren. Thank fucking God.

  "Hey Lauren."

  "Hey Caleb! I got your message, and I'd really like to see you tonight."

  "Awesome. So, since you don't get many weekends off, what would you like to do?"

  "Um, maybe have dinner and then head back to your place with a box of condoms?"

  "I swear, you are too good to be true, Lauren. That is the best plan ever. How soon can you be ready?"

  "Give me half an hour."

  "Hell yes. Where can I take you to dinner?"

  "How about Buffalo Wild Wings?"

  I laughed. "B-Dubs? Not that I'm complaining, but of all the places in this town that's your pick?"

  "Sure, why not? I love that place. Where else can you drink beer, watch every game being shown on TV, eat hot wings and play poker all at the same time?"

  "Hell, I feel the same way, but most chicks want fancy dinners by candlelight or some shit. You are every guy's dream girl, you know that?"

  "Whatever," she said blowing off the compliment. "It just doesn't take much to make me happy, and I feel completely out of place anywhere that uses cloth napkins."

  "And I really like that about you, too. So, meet me in half an hour? I'll be driving my black Mustang."

  "Okay, and I'll be driving a silver Altima. It's not mine, just a temporary rental."

  "Yours in the shop?" I asked.

  "Ah, no, in the junkyard. It was totaled in a car wreck."

  "When did you have a wreck?"

  "Yesterday morning."

  "Yesterday?" I exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me? Are you okay?"

  "I'm fine. Just a little sore this morning, but that could be your fault. Not that I mind if you're a little rough."

  "I really hope I didn't hurt you Lauren. I can't believe you didn't say anything." Although, I did remember her saying something about having a shitty day.

  "It's no big deal. An idiot ran a red light and hit me. I was more pissed about missing class."

  "Well, I'll be much gentler with you tonight."

  "What if I don't want you to be gentle?"

  I groaned. "You're killing me, you know that? It'll be a miracle if I can get through dinner without screwing you on the table."

  "That would be dinner and a show for everyone there. I'm not opposed to sex in public, but that may get us arrested. Any other ideas?"

  My cock was hard just from the sexy ass things that came out of this woman's mouth.

  "You're right. We'll have to find a more private place, so wear a dress and no panties, and I'll see you soon."

  I heard her laugh before she ended the call.

  Fifteen minutes later I was showered and dressed, heading out the door. Lauren pulled up beside me in the Buffalo Wild Wings' parking lot just a short time later. I realized I’d never been so excited to see a woman.

  I climbed out of the car and walked around to hers. Her face lit up with a smile when she opened her door, and she stepped out wearing a sleeveless blue dress like I'd asked. I wondered if she'd followed my other suggestion.

  "Hey beautiful. Nice dress," I told her before sweeping her up in a hug. "Panties?" I whispered in her ear.

  "Left them at home."

  This woman was so fucking hot. I tilted her face up to mine and claimed her mouth. She wasn't the least bit timid, and her tongue was wrapping around mine a second later, driving me crazy with need. My cock pushed against my zipper, eager to take her again, and like she'd said the night before, I wanted it to be sooner rather than later.

  "Nice car, especially the tinted windows," she said around our kiss. "How about you show me the inside?"

  "You are fucking amazing, you know that?" I told her, as I reached behind me for the car door.

  I sat down in the passenger seat and slid it back as far as it would go, cranked the engine so the AC could go to battle with the ninety degree heat, then reached for her. She climbed on my lap, straddling my hips so I could close the door.

  Our kiss picked up where we'd left off - tongues gliding in and out of each other's mouths urgently. My hands rode up her thighs under her dress, where she was completely bare, and damn if I didn't love her Brazilian wax. With one hand gripping her tight ass, the other went between her legs, my finger sliding along her wet slit, making her moan into my mouth. I pushed into her opening and stroked her as she pulled my zipper down. Fuck, I needed to be in her and couldn't wait any longer. All day I'd been hard just thinking about her.

  Once Lauren released my cock from my boxers I reached behind her with a shaking hand and grabbed a condom from my stash in the glove compartment.

  I was covered a second later, and she used my shoulders to slowly ease herself down on me, until I was completely filling her incredibly hot and tight pussy. Knowing she couldn't go any further I thrust my hips up, making her cry out and tighten around me. Soon her hips were moving, and I turned over the control, losing myself to the sweet blissful haze. She could take me however she fucking needed me.

  While she continued to rock on my lap I reached up and jerked the top of her dress down to expose her white satin bra. Hooking a finger inside each cup I released her breasts, then closed my lips over one of her puckered nipples.

  She sat up on her knees, pushing her breasts toward my mouth and started grinding more frantically over my cock. I sucked harder on her breast, thrusting my hips up into her until I felt the tight grip and body convulsions that told me she was getting off. The low, rapid moans flowing urgently from her mouth while she rode me were sexy as fuck.

  Letting go of my restraint, I grabbed her hips to grind her down onto me while I thrust harder and harder into her, until finally the involuntary tremor of my own release took over. I came violently, groaning and cursing as I filled her.

  Lauren's body sagged against my chest, and I held her to me, her head resting against mine while we both recovered.

  "Damn if you don't give me the best fucking orgasms of my life," she said, causing a laugh to burst from my mouth between pants.

  "And damn if you don’t give me the most ego inflating compliments of my life, right along with amazing fucking orgasms."

  "I hope you're not starving, because I don't think I can walk yet."

  "I don't want to leave this car. Let's just stay like this, well, minus the condom."

  I grabbed a napkin from the glove compartment, and finally pulled my half hard-on out of her. I wrapped up the condom to throw out later.

  Lauren leaned back to look at me, still straddling my lap while unfortunately putting her breasts back into her bra. While she was straightening the top of her dress, I could feel her slick sex pressing against my still weakly pulsing cock.

  "You know what I regret about what we just did?" she asked, and my heart sank to my stomach.

  "What's that?" I made myself ask.

  "I didn't get to see any of your very sexy body. Last night it was too dark, and I was too drunk to remember. So, you're going to have to make it up to me tonight with all the lights on, so I can see and kiss every inch of all this," she said, spreading her palms over my t-shirt covered chest, sliding down my stomach, all the way to my lap.

/>   "Every inch?" I asked, relieved, and unable to contain my huge grin.

  "Every. Single. Inch. And I'm probably going to have to give extra attention to certain areas."

  "Like where?"

  She reached down and tucked my cock away in my boxers before zipping my jeans back up. "I guess you'll have to wait and see."

  "You are a sexy little tease, and I love it. Now let's go eat dinner so I can fuck you again."

  Chapter Seven

  Lauren

  Last night I'd figured the chemistry between Caleb and I had been alcohol induced, but now I knew that wasn't the case. Completely sober the man was still incredibly fun and unbelievably sexy. After a round of mind-blowing sex in the front seat of his car, we finally made it inside to eat dinner.

  Hopping up on the stools at the high top table, we asked the hostess for a game console to get in on the restaurant's poker game. Together we decided when to call, fold, or raise bets based on how good our cards were, and we were so preoccupied that the waitress had to come back twice before we were ready to order. We made a great team, and racked up taking other people's pretend money. Caleb sang The Gambler the entire time, until it was stuck in my head.

  "We're so hot, we should head to Vegas or Cherokee tonight," Caleb joked. He threw back the last of his tall beer as we finished up the "blazin" flavored hot wings and fries we finally ordered.

  "That would be awesome, since I've never actually been out of this town. But I don't think I'd be taking these sorts of risks with real money."

  "You've never been out of this town? Seriously?"

  "Yeah, my mom and I have never been able to afford it," I told him, then felt the flush of embarrassment across my face.

  "I take it you don't just dance because you're beautiful and sexy as fuck?"

  I laughed. "Thank you for the compliments, but no. Dancing is how I've kept a roof over our heads and food on the table."

  "Is your mom unable to work?" he asked.