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  “I want to take it off of you,” I told her, reaching up to undo the knot. Pulling back the fabric, her full, natural, C cup breasts fell out, and I pushed the shirt down her arms until it was completely off.

  Fuck if my hands didn't twitch, wanting to touch them. I put them under my thighs, hoping that'd keep them off of her. I sure as hell didn't want to get thrown out, this was just too damn good.

  "Thinking about what it'd be like to touch them?" she asked.

  “Damn Lauren. They are so fucking perfect,” I told her, my eyes hypnotized by her soft mounds as they swayed with her movements. "I'd kill to put one in my mouth."

  Either my comment or the cool air hardened her nipples, and she reached up to rub her hands over them, teasing them, and me.

  "You could have touched them, and put them in your mouth the other morning, but you told me to leave."

  I groaned. "You know I've regretted that almost every moment since, too."

  "Good," she said with a smile as she climbed up and straddled my lap. Her breasts now mere inches away from my face.

  "Oh fuck. This must be what hell is like," I told her as she rolled her body, her hips dipping down over the bulge in my pants.

  My breathing was growing haggard, and my cock was aching, trapped under my zipper.

  Lauren's hands grabbed onto my shoulders as she continued to move, looking at me with heat scorching her green eyes, making them seem darker. I thought I could hear her breaths stagger, but she had to be a pro at doing this on men without any sort of arousal.

  She pressed her breasts against my chest and rubbed them up and down before grinding her skirt covered, but bare bottom against my cock again. I thrust my hips up, pushing against her, and she closed her eyes and let out a little moan.

  "Are you wet Lauren?"

  She sucked in a breath before she answered. "Maybe."

  "Grind yourself against me baby."

  She bore down on me, causing me to groan and beg for more. "Oh fuck. Do it again. I want you to get off on nothing but rubbing me."

  Another hitch in her breath and she held my shoulders tighter, her eyes still closed and lips parted as she rocked up and down. Her bouncing breasts were right in front of my face, looking so damn tempting. Those grinding movements of hers sped up, and when I thrust my hips between her legs again her back arched, and she threw her head back.

  "Oh!" she cried out as her body shook, apparently too caught up in the wave of ecstasy to care about what anyone could see on the cameras.

  My own pressure was building, and I was so close to losing it.

  "Oh baby. Ride me harder so I can get off."

  She grinded over me a few more times, pushing her breasts closer until I flicked my tongue over one.

  "Oh God!" she moaned, then climbed off me. I was about to protest until she turned around and dropped her skirt, leaving her completely naked except for the white thigh highs and heels.

  She bent forward, sliding her hands down her legs and grabbing her ankles, ass in the air, giving me a terrific view of, well, everything. When she stood up she held onto my thighs and rubbed her ass against my lap again.

  "You're killing me woman," I panted. I was so close to exploding. I felt like I had to get off or I'd die. "Please get me off."

  "I don't know if you deserve to, after turning me down Saturday," she said, standing up and taking a few steps away from me before she turned around. I was too busy looking at her fine as fuck body to respond. Then she started putting her clothes on and I realized she was done.

  I groaned, using the heel of my hand to push down my throbbing cock.

  "So that’s it? You're going to leave me high and dry?"

  "I'm sure you can take care of yourself."

  “So you're going to leave and go give some other men blue balls while you get yourself off?”

  She froze in the middle of putting her shirt on. “God no! Well, maybe the blue balls part, but you know I want you. Being turned on is not something I ever get in this place. And don't forget, you're the one that said we couldn’t take it any further,” she said, then turned her back to me.

  I knew I was being a complete jackass, and damn it I should be happy that I had such an effect on her. She'd just gotten off without me touching her.

  I stood up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, then kissed her neck. “I’m sorry,” I told her, then placed another kiss on the other side. “I'm pissed because I want you so damn much and can't have you. I hate knowing all those other men have seen you naked, and will be fantasizing about you. It’s bad enough I have to see you with Caleb.”

  “Stop Tyler, or they'll throw you out. But just so you know, I’ll be thinking about you while I’m dancing for them,” she said, then turned around and gave me a quick kiss before heading to the door.

  “Do you think about me while you're fucking him?” I asked.

  She looked back over her shoulder at me, the expression on her face so sad it hurt, then opened the door. “Bye Tyler.”

  “Lauren?”

  She stopped but didn’t turn around. “Yeah?”

  "I almost forgot." I pulled out the phone from my back pocket. "Have you replaced your cell phone that was stolen?"

  "No, not yet."

  "Then here. It's set up on my plan, but you can get it transferred to your old number if you want. Up to you," I told her, handing over the white iPhone.

  "Tyler, why'd you … this is too much. You didn't have to do this," she said. When she looked up at me her eyes were shimmering with tears.

  "I worried about you not having a phone in case of an emergency. You know, if you get robbed or kidnapped, and need to call some asshole. That sort of thing. Please just keep it."

  "Thank you," she said with a smile, then she crossed the distance between us, reaching up to pull my mouth to hers. She kissed me with a frantic desperation I'd never felt before. A kiss I wouldn't forget in a million years. She pulled away just as quickly, then left me standing there without another backward glance.

  …

  Lauren

  That man could infuriate me like no other, and then say or do something so sweet…it made me want him more than anything.

  I headed back to the dressing rooms, needing to freshen up and pull myself back together. I couldn't believe he'd bought me a freaking phone. A several hundred dollar phone, activated on his plan. I sat down in my chair in front of the makeup mirror, then grabbed a tissue to wipe away the tears on my cheek before turning on the phone.

  I went to the contact list and saw he'd put his number and Caleb's in it. There was also an ICE contact for "In Case of Emergency." I opened it and saw it had Tyler's number programed in it. He wanted to be my emergency contact, which I knew was his way of saying he was sorry for the other night.

  Tears threatened my vision again, and I blinked them back. I had to pull it together, redo my makeup and get to work. I needed as much money as possible to find my own place, although I wasn't looking forward to leaving Caleb and Tyler's. Staying with them was nice, like it was my home too, more so than any other I'd had even after just a few days. They cared about what happened to me, and worried about me. Both of them looked after me. I'd never had that before, and now I was worried I was going to lose them both.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lauren

  Caleb was watching TV in the living room when I walked into his house, even though it was a quarter to three and he had to be at work at nine. I hung my purse from the coat hanger then walked over and sank down beside him on the couch.

  "Hey," I greeted him before giving him a kiss.

  "Hey, beautiful. Did you have a good night?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to his chest.

  "Yeah, it wasn't too bad."

  "Any guys try and put their damn hands on you?"

  Only your roommate. "Nope, perfect gentlemen tonight."

  "Good, because I'm the only one that gets to touch you. You ready for bed?"

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bsp; "Sure, but I'm not ready to go to sleep," I told him with a grin.

  "Then what are we sitting here for?" he asked, picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He smiled before dipping me back like he was going to drop me, making me squeal.

  There was a rattling noise in the kitchen, and when I looked over I saw Tyler standing in front of the refrigerator. He looked over at us, then quickly away.

  "Night Ty," Caleb called out to him.

  "Night Caleb. Lauren," he responded as Caleb took us down the hall. Then I was heaved onto a bed and covered by a gorgeous man. One of the two I was falling hard and fast in love with.

  ...

  The next two weeks Caleb and I got into a comfortable and sweet routine. I went to class in the mornings, did homework while I waited for him to get off work from his security job, then we had dinner together, blew each other’s minds in bed, and repeated the next day. The only variation was on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights when I had to work. Even on those nights Caleb stayed up or slept on the couch, waiting for me to come home before taking me to bed.

  I insisted I should pay rent while staying with them, but neither Caleb nor Tyler would take any money from me. They said that if I'd do all the laundry and keep the house from looking like a pig sty, I'd more than earn my stay with them. They actually kept everything pretty tidy to be two single men, so there was hardly any cleaning to do.

  Tyler's presence had been scarce, and other than early some mornings or late nights, I never saw him. When I did, he was either in his police uniform, which just reminded me of the first day we met, or shirtless, wearing only pajama bottoms for bed or gym shorts coming in from a run. Every single time I saw him I felt a longing to strip him down and jump his bones. I was afraid that feeling would only get worse when Caleb left for basic training.

  The Monday morning of Caleb's departure came way too soon. I held him tight and kissed him before saying goodbye and leaving for school. I cried all the way to campus, knowing I wouldn't see him or talk to him again for weeks. After how close we'd become, I was going to miss him so much. I felt like when he left he took all of my happiness with him.

  That afternoon when I got back to the house it was too quiet, and felt empty. I would just have to get used to that feeling for a while. I decided to call Jess and ask her to come over. I hadn't seen her since I started dating Caleb, and she was all for a girls' night in. She came over with chick flicks, pizza and ice cream.

  "So, how've you been? I haven't heard much from you," she asked.

  "I've been great. I just hated having to say goodbye to Caleb this morning."

  "So, you're sticking with Caleb?"

  "Well, yeah. I mean, do I still want Tyler? Hell yeah, but that’s not going to happen. I'm really happy with Caleb. I already miss him like crazy. Why is it I finally meet the perfect guy and he has to leave me for months?"

  "I know, that really sucks. So will you introduce me to Tyler?" she asked, and I choked on my drink. "What? You said the two of you weren't going to happen."

  "I don't think that's a good idea."

  "Ha! You're jealous and trying to keep him on the back burner."

  "Ugh. That's not it. Okay, I feel something for him, but nothing is going to happen. You don't seriously want me to set you up do you?"

  "No, I'm just messing with you to try and figure out how fucked up your situation is. I'm going to have to go with exceeding the maximum level of fucked-up-ness."

  "Yeah, probably so. I'm a little worried about being alone with him. I don't want to cheat on Caleb, and he's so freaking tempting."

  "Is that why you invited me over?" she asked.

  "Maybe. I wanted to spend time with you, but I also sort of need a buffer," I admitted. "You wouldn’t want to move in for the next ten weeks would you?"

  She laughed. "You're funny, but no. I have a little brother to take care of, so you're on your own after I leave tonight."

  When the front door unlocked I nearly fell off the couch, I was so jumpy. I took a deep breath when I saw Tyler. We could just be friends and live together for ten weeks without me jumping him. Sure. Then I saw the woman with him.

  "Wow, this is a nice place," she said, hanging all over him. She looked a few years older than Tyler, tall and curvy with blonde hair, and unfortunately, she was pretty.

  "Thanks. I have a roommate but he's gone for the next few weeks. Oh, hey Lauren and some girl I don’t know," Tyler said, coming to a stop in the living room. "Nikki, this is my roommate's girlfriend Lauren, and her friend-"

  "Hi, I'm Jessica. I work with Lauren. You must be Tyler. It's nice to finally meet you," Jess said all bubbly with a wave from her seat beside me on the couch.

  "You too," he said flashing Jess a sexy smile, then turned back to the bimbo, I mean his date. "So, Nikki, can I get you something to drink?"

  "A beer if you have any, as long as it's not light."

  "A woman after my own heart," he laughed.

  Jess reached over and quickly pushed my chin up when the two of them walked into the kitchen. It must have been hanging open for a while, but I finally came to my senses. Sort of.

  "Sorry to crash your living room Tyler. If you want, we can go to Caleb’s bedroom and watch our movie in there."

  Tyler straightened from digging in the fridge, and smiled his megawatt smile at me and then Jess before answering. "No, you're fine. We're heading to my bedroom."

  I felt my face redden. Why did I care? He could date and fuck whoever he wanted. That was none of my business. Oh, but damn if I wasn't jealous, because I'd never actually been with him.

  "Are you sure? It's really no problem for us to move." Why couldn't my big mouth just drop it?

  "Yeah, it's fine," he said with a smirk. The jerk. Was he trying to make me jealous? Did he think he needed a buffer with me too? And he's going to fuck that whore for a buffer?

  I watched as he led her by the hand down the hall to his room and then shut the door. Fuck!

  Jess started laughing.

  "What?" I asked.

  "You look like you want to strangle that woman. You are so freaking jealous."

  "Wh-what is he doing with her! He has never dated anyone since I've been staying here and now he brings her home? Is she his buffer?"

  I couldn't sit still anymore and had to stand up to pace.

  “Calm down Lauren. This is good right? Now you won’t be tempted to cheat on Caleb while he’s gone,” she laughed.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I like Caleb, a lot. Shit, I think I’m falling in love with him. I’m not going to mess that up because his sexy fucking roommate drives me crazy.”

  “You look like you could use some Ben & Jerry’s strawberry cheesecake,” she said, jumping up and heading to the kitchen.

  “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” I agreed, sitting back down and trying to get over the jealous rage that’d knocked the shit out of me. Oh God, this must be what Tyler feels like whenever he sees me and Caleb together, or hears us, or think about us.

  “You okay now?” Jess asked as she handed me a spoon and a pint of ice cream.

  “I’m fine. I’m glad Tyler has a … a, um, friend. No wait, that’s a complete lie.”

  Jess laughed again. “Well, at least now I know you were telling the truth about him. He is hot as fuck. I could only imagine his friend is too.”

  I grabbed my phone and pulled up the picture of Caleb I’d taken when we were in bed the other night to show her.

  “Damn right he is, and he is mine.”

  “Holy mother of gorgeousness. He is … wow,” Jess laughed as she stared at the shirtless hunk of man I missed like crazy.

  …

  Someone's hand was on me, shaking me and startling me awake. Shit, not again. "Don't touch me you bastard!"

  "Whoa! Sorry, I was just going to see if you wanted to go to bed instead of sleeping on the couch all night. Damn!" Tyler said, backing away with his palms out in front of him.

  I blinked my eyes open as
I sat up. Looking around I remembered where I was, then rubbed a hand over my face to hide my embarrassment. I’d fallen asleep on the couch after Jess left. "Sorry. Thought you were … I forgot where I was."

  "Who'd you think I was? Certainly not Caleb," he said.

  I finally looked up at him, and that's when I noticed he wasn't wearing anything except black basketball shorts, which were riding super low on his hips. Wow, was he a sight. His blonde hair was still wet, like he'd just gotten out of the shower, and there were droplets of water still clinging to his chest and shoulders. I couldn't stop from biting my lip, wanting to put my mouth on him, and lick them all off.

  "Lauren?"

  "Huh?" I asked, finally ordering my eyes to move back up to his face again.

  "I asked you who you thought I was."

  "Oh. Nobody."

  "Bullshit. It's not nobody. One of your mom's boyfriends?"

  I shrugged. "One. Ten. I've lost count."

  "Oh for fuck's sake!" he yelled, making me jump. "I've never hurt a woman, but if I ever meet your mother I might have to break that rule," he said, before turning and heading to the kitchen, then jerking open the refrigerator door.

  It was such a simple statement, one I knew he meant sarcastically, but it was the only time in my life someone had stood up for me, and called my mom out on the shitty job she had done raising me. No one else had ever cared, that is if they even found out. Most that had found out over the years, like some of my teachers, just ignored the situation, probably because they felt like it was none of their business. But I would have given anything to have someone care enough to make it their business when I was a little girl, starving, cold, or home alone.

  I pressed my hands to my eyes, trying to stop the stupid tears.

  "Damn it, I'm sorry Lauren. I shouldn't say shit about your mom," Tyler said from the kitchen.

  I shook my head. "I don't mind. I hate my mom."

  "Then why are you crying?" he asked, coming to stand in front of me before sitting down beside me on the couch.

  I shook my head again.

  "I'm going to sit here until you answer me," he said, then I felt the light touch of his fingertips gliding down my spine, gentle and soothing, causing my body to shiver. "Come here," he said softly, before pulling me against his chest. His damp, bare, broad and sculpted chest. He smelled all masculine - sweet, strong and clean like the Abercrombie store in the mall. I couldn't help but relax against his warmth, trying to inhale more of him.