All In: Calling His Bluff (Gambling With Love) (13 page)

My fingers combed through his hair as he kissed me and started thrusting up into me. I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco, trying to hold on to something, anything, as the pleasure built while Dylan's tongue possessed every inch of my mouth. His hands moved from kneading my breasts to grabbing my hips, then down to work my ass up and down him, like he was trying to touch me everywhere at the same time.

"Jesus, Jules," he moaned, when he felt my release. It took over me in wordless groans until I collapsed onto his chest.

Coming back down, I felt Dylan's hands rubbing up and down my back, holding me to him. Even though it'd been rather quick, we were both hot and sweaty from our incredible effort. 

"I think that might have been my favorite lesson so far," he said. "Or I was just so damn horny after not seeing you for three days that it just felt better."

"It was pretty damn good," I agreed placing a kiss over his Adam's apple. It was nice feeling his warm, hard body pressed against mine again, smelling all kinds of good and masculine.

"You ready to try out my new hot tub? I haven't even been in it yet."

"I don't have a bathing suit," I joked.

"Ah, damn. I guess you'll just have to go without one. I will too, so you won't feel bad."

I climbed off of Dylan and sat on the side of the bed to get ready to make the jump down. That's when I noticed some big wooden steps that matched the dark brown bed. Using them was much easier than jumping off and breaking my ankle.

"Were these here the other day?" I asked.

"What's that?" he asked still flat on his back looking fuck drunk.

"The steps."

"Um-huh," he said when he sat up.     

"Well damn, if I'd noticed them over the weekend I wouldn’t have almost fallen to my death."

He laughed and ran a hand through his messy hair, looking almost embarrassed. "Did you really?"

"Yeah, when I got up from that nap Saturday. Fell right out of the freaking thing."

"Sorry. The bed is ridiculously high."

"Not for you, but for the rest of the world's population," I teased. "So are you coming or not?" I asked, as I walked naked into his living room in search of this mysterious hot tub. A hot tub that must have appeared by magic into this apartment, since there is no way it'd fit in the elevator.

And I'll be damned. There the massive thing was, right where I think a dining table had once stood. Yeah, who needs a place to eat when you could have a freaking hot tub?                      

The scent of chlorine filled the air, reminding me of Dylan's swimming pool in the summer. The foaming water was lit up by the built in lights that changed colors. I was thinking it looked wonderful, and then I was airborne, landing in the middle of all those amazing bubbles and trying to resurface.

Gasping for air and wiping the water from my eyes, I stood up in the center and turned around to glare at Dylan. He was bent over laughing, which pissed me off even more. "You bastard. That's wasn't very nice."

Instead of using the stairs he hurdled over the edge then scooped me up in his arms.

"Damn, this is awesome," he said, as he sat down with me across his lap. "Forgive me for all the years of surprise tosses?" he asked, trying not to smile and failing.  

I wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him, even though I was still ticked that my face and hair were dripping wet. It just felt too nice in the hundred degree bubbling water not to give into him.

After a few minutes of making out I straddled his lap. I knew by the feel of his erection between my legs that he was ready to go again. Without warning, I lowered myself down on him, making him groan as his head fell back.

"Fuck, you feel good," he said through pants, while his hands on my hips guided my movements. "Shit, Jules. I didn't bring a condom."

"Oh God," I moaned as I rode him, getting so close to my release I wasn't sure if I could stop. "I'm on birth control," I admitted, and that was the end of the discussion.

Our mouths collided, tongues searching and desperate. I worked my hips up and down on the incredible feeling of his cock until the pleasure was ripped from me, taking me higher than I'd ever been. Just as the last wonderful shudder left my body I heard the elevator outside the apartment ding.

"Oh shit," Dylan muttered, a second before the knock on the door. Then it sounded like a key was being used in the lock.

"Who has a freaking key?" I asked him frantically.

"Housekeeper, cook. Mom and Dad," he said, before the door opened. I scrambled off his lap to lower myself as deep as I could in the bubbles. There were no towels in sight, and not a single shred of clothing from here to the bedroom.

"Dylan? You home?" his dad called out.

"Shit," Dylan muttered. He moved to sit his big body in front of mine a second before his dad came around the foyer and found us.

"How the hell did you get that big ass hot tub up here?" Daniel Daughtry asked.

Wearing a white polo shirt with his company's logo and slacks, it was obvious where Dylan got his lean frame and height from. Hell, their hair was even the same, except his dad's had streaks of grey mixed with the blonde. 

"Hi, Dad. I'm going to have to ask you to give me my key back," Dylan told him.

"Yeah, that wasn't your smartest decision ever, son, but you've never had any girls up here before. Hey, Jules," he said, like there wasn't anything unusual or awkward going on.

"Hi, Mr. Daughtry."

"Jules, even if I hadn't known you for years, you're naked in a hot tub with my son. I think it'd be fine for you to just call me Dan," he said with a chuckle.

"What do you want, Dad?" Dylan ran a hand over his face and asked with an exasperated sigh.

"Be nice or I'll find someone else to take these tickets," he said, pulling the rectangular pieces of paper from his back pocket.

"What tickets?" Dylan asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"Wildcats home game Sunday. You wouldn't want them would you?"

"Hell yes I want them!"

"Thought so. I'll put them on the counter and get out of here."

"Ah, well, while you're here would you mind getting us some towels?" Dylan asked. His dad laughed and headed down the hall, returning with two big, plush towels. I cringed knowing he'd just seen our clothes, including my bra and panties, strewn all over the bedroom floor, and the sheets all messy from our recent romp.

"I take it that since you're still alive that Will doesn't know about you two?" he asked Dylan when he returned and tossed the towels over to the floor near the tub.

"That would be correct."

"Well, your secret's safe with me. Just don't let your mom find out or she'll put it on Facebook, then the world will know."

"Thanks," Dylan said. "And thanks for the tickets."

"Sure. You kids have fun. Good seeing you, Jules. I mean talking to you, not seeing you. Hell, you know what I mean," he said in a fluster, then he was out the door, locking it from the outside.

"That was awkward," I said into the silence.

"He's right, at least it was him and not my mom. We would have never gotten rid of her. Now where were we?" Dylan asked, turning around and pulling me back onto his lap. "Oh, yeah, you were fucking me bareback."

We picked up where we’d left off, and I must have still been high on endorphins, because after our joint shower I stupidly agreed to spend the night with him again.   

Dylan

I had a dilemma I'd never faced before. Who do I ask to go to the game with me on Sunday? My best friend or my girlfriend, who happened to be my best friend's sister? Although, Jules wasn't technically my girlfriend, yet.

I knew Will loved football and would give anything to go, but I wanted Jules to come with me. Spending a whole weekend out of town with her would be awesome. And then there was the voice in my head that said if she stayed here and I took Will, she could possibly end up at a party with some other jackass like Nick or Nate, or whatever the hell his name was. Shit, but if I take her then I'll have to figure out how to tell Will. He'd never believe I was taking some casual fuck to a game, and he'd question Jules disappearance as well.

Hell, Jules may not even want to go. That settled it. I'd ask her, and if she didn't want to go I'd take Will. I found "Big Booty" in my phone, smiling like I always did when I saw the ridiculous name in my contact list, and called her.

"Hey, Dylan," she thankfully answered. I’d been afraid she’d go back to ignoring my calls again.

"Hey. What'd you change my name to in your phone?" I asked, curious.

"Ah, BDD." It took me a second since I knew it wasn't quite my initials, then it hit me, making me laugh. "Awesome. So what are you doing Sunday?"

"Oh, I've got mandatory rush events on Saturday night and Sunday. Why?" Damn that sucked.

"I was going to see if you wanted this other ticket to Sunday's game, and if you couldn't go I was going to ask Will."

"Oh, thanks! I'd rather go with you than do this shit, but I guess I have to suck it up."

"Yeah, and I know Will would like to go. I kind of feel bad for blowing him off for the last week."

"Yeah, and for fucking his sister behind his back," she added.

"Well, that too," I said.

"So are you coming to the Sig party Saturday night?" she asked.

"Yeah, if you're going."

"I have to. See you at lunch tomorrow?" she asked.

"Sure, unless you want to come over tonight?" I asked, hopeful.

"I would, but I've already told my parents I'd eat dinner with them."

"Oh, okay. Then I'll see you tomorrow at lunch. Bye, Jules."

After she hung up I called her brother.

"Hey, what's up? You actually come up for air?" Will asked.

"Yeah, had to some time. So what are you doing Sunday afternoon?"

"Watching the game of course."

"You want to see it in Charlotte from the front row of the stadium, instead of on TV?"

"Fuck yeah! You've got tickets?"

"Yeah, my dad gave them to me."

"Lucky bastard."

"I know, they are pretty sweet."

"So what's the plan for tomorrow and Saturday night?"

"Um," I could see if Jules would come home with me tomorrow, and then let Will go with us to the party. "Sig party Saturday, I think. Wanna come?"

"Hell yes. I just hope it goes better than last weekend,” he said. “So what are you up to tonight?"

"Not a damn thing."

"I'm going to eat with the family. You want to come with me, and then go play some pool later?" he asked. A chance to see Jules? Hell yes, even if I couldn't touch her.

"Yeah, sounds good. Pick me up when you're ready."

"Are you still taking the bus to school every day?" he asked.

"I took my bike yesterday."

"Such a fucking waste of money to let your car and bike sit in the garage."

"You know how it is when I take them out. It's just not worth the hassle."

"Yeah, I know, gold diggers suck. I have no idea how you deal with the goddamn burden of having women try to fuck you because you're rich. You poor thing."

"Fuck you. At least when the occasional rare woman agrees to go out with you, you know she doesn't have ulterior motives."

"If they're only using you, then what's the harm in using them to get laid then send them on their way?"

"Maybe I'm tired of having meaningless and absolutely mediocre flings." After being with Jules I couldn't imagine dating or screwing women randomly. Although in a way, Jules was using me too. For experience.
Goddamn it
.

"Holy shit! This new girl has already got you pussy whipped."

"When it's this fucking good it's worth being whipped," I said defensively, without thinking.

Will laughed. "How good is it then? I'm dying to hear how this chick blows all the rest out of the water."

I thought it over, deciding he'd never find out about me and Jules. Why not share how amazing it'd been? It was too good
not
to share. "She let me fuck her on the elevator while a random man watched us."

"Jesus fucking Christ. That is hot. Now you've got to give me more details."

I sighed, weighing my words. "I said a few things to make it clear that was my plan, so when the doors opened I asked if he was coming or going and he stayed. She went along with it. I raised her dress and fucked her from behind while the man got himself off. Then ah, I went down on her. The guy asked her to go down on me and she dropped to her knees. He jerked off again. We all left very satisfied."

"Goddamn. No wonder you're whipped. That is fucking insane. Does this girl have any equally freaky friends?"

"Not that I know of, but I'll ask." Never.

"You should write that in to
Playboy.
I'll never look at an elevator the same way again. Wait, was this in your building?"

"Uh-huh."

"With one of your tenants?" he asked.

"Yep. Guy on the sixteenth floor."

"Is he going to be joining you two again in the future?"

"She mentioned she'd like for him to come up to my apartment sometime."

"Damn. That is crazy. What other freaky shit have you two done?"

"Ah, we fucked six times that night, and the last time I may have fucked her in a parking lot."

"In a car?"

"No. Against it."

"Holy shit. Out in the open and everything?"

"Uh-huh. I had to, ah, cover her mouth to keep her from giving us away."

"Wow. That is … there are no words. I will never again say anything about you being pussy whipped. I'd worry if you weren't, after all that."

"Uh-huh."

"It's a damn shame you have to hang out with me and my family instead of her tonight."

"It's fine. She had plans."

"Okay, so I'll come pick you up in an hour?"

"Sure. See you then."

I ran a hand over my face. Juggling a double life is hard work.