All In: Calling His Bluff (Gambling With Love) (14 page)

Jules

"Hey guys, I'm home," I called out to my parents and brother, after I saw his truck in the driveway. Referring to this house as home had felt strange ever since I left for college. Even if I only have a closet size dorm room on campus, and my room is the same as I left it here, it didn’t feel like my home any longer. I couldn't help but feel a little sad about that realization.

"Hi, baby girl. Good timing, we just sat down to eat," my mom called back.

I headed to the dining room and stopped abruptly when I noticed we had a guest. Dylan. Although, it shouldn't have come as a surprise. If Will was here, Dylan was usually with him. When they were in school Dylan ate dinner with us almost every night. I couldn't really blame him. His mom was a great lady but a terrible cook.

Our guest's lips lifted into a smile, but he didn't look up at me. He could have at least sent me a text, warning me he'd be here.

"Hi, sweetie," my dad said, pulling me from my frozen state. "How's school?"

"Good. How have you all been?" I asked. I took my seat across from the man responsible for making my real life erotic fantasies come true, before I even knew I had them.

"Same old here. Work is keeping us busy, as always," my mom said. She was a high school science teacher and my dad was a middle school English teacher. Both had jobs they loved, but just didn't pay all that well. They'd both been on the doctoral track in college when they found out they were pregnant with Will. So, they decided to drop out to get jobs instead of finishing school. "Mashed potatoes?" she asked.

"Sure, thanks." The hamburger steak, macaroni, and green beans were passed around quietly, then we all started eating.

"Did you tell Mom and Dad you're joining a sorority?" Will asked. I narrowed my eyes at him for tattling on me like we were kids.

"A sorority? Really, Jules?" my mom asked with heavy skepticism.

"That doesn't seem like your sort of thing," my dad added.

"Yeah, I'm thinking about rushing Tri Sig. It'll be a good way to meet new people, you know?"

"Well, don't party too hard, sweetie," my dad joked.

"Right, 'meet new people,'" Will snorted. "Jules wants to 'meet new people' like the random asshole she stayed with Saturday night," he told them, and I contemplated stabbing him with the fork in my hand. I forced my eyes to not to even glance in Dylan's direction.

"Jules? Our little Jules spent the night with some random guy?" my mom asked in shock.

"For Christ's sake, I'm not some delicate little flower or virgin saint. And how many random girls have you
stayed with,
Will?" I asked.

"That's different. I'm older and I'm a guy."

"What does being male have to do with anything? And I'll be twenty in a month."

"I can't be taken advantage of," he said simply, shoveling in a fork full of food.

"He didn't take advantage of me. Believe it or not, I am capable of making decisions for myself."

"Will, leave your sister alone. The pot shouldn't call the kettle black," my dad chided him.

"What about you, Dylan? You seeing anyone special?" my mom asked. I held my breath as I shoveled a fork full of … something into my mouth. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to say no, to avoid raising suspicion, or yes, to validate we were more than just an arrangement.

"Yeah, actually. I just started seeing someone," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. Fireworks exploded in my stomach.

"When I called him out for already being whipped by some sorority girl, he actually admitted it and said she's worth it," Will chimed in, shaking his head. "The only reason he's here tonight is because she had plans. I've never seen him so strung out over a girl he just met."

Was that right? I ordered my lips not to smile as I stared down at my plate. I had to bite my bottom one to make sure it obeyed, since it was trying really hard to lift up in the corners. He'd told Will that I was worth being whipped?

Uh-oh. Why did everyone get quiet all of a sudden?

I looked up, but Will kept right on eating. My mom and dad though both had the same frozen expression on their faces, with slack jaws. It was a knowing expression, and one that had their gazes going back and forth between me and Dylan, then to each other.
Shit
, the jig was up.

I ordered my face not to blush, and it completely ignored me. So I swallowed some liquid sitting in front of me, not really tasting it, to try and cool down.

"Jules, you feeling okay?" my mom asked.

I choked on my drink. "I'm fine," I said, then cringed, figuring they knew those words as a lie, just as Dylan did.

"Really? You look feverish. And you've been here for almost ten minutes and haven't taunted Dylan even once. That has to be some sort of record, right Dylan?"

Oh God. She knew, and was going to call us out in front of Will! Didn't she know how pissed he'd be at Dylan when he dumped me? It'd ruin their friendship! Luckily someone's phone started ringing. Saved by the freaking bell.

It was Will's. "I'm on call so I've got to take it," he said, putting his fork down to go answer it in the living room. Will was an IT guy, so someone's network probably just crashed. Thank God.

"So, Dylan, Jules…anything you two want to tell us?" my dad asked.

I finally peeked up at Dylan who was watching me. Seeing his grin, I couldn't help my own. I guess he was accepting that denial was a lost cause, but I sure as hell wasn't going to tell them anything else.

"Nope. Nothing from me. How about you, Dylan?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Nope."

"Uh-huh," my mom said with a laugh, then she turned to my dad. "Our son might need to visit his eye doctor, dear. He must be going blind to miss something so obvious."

My dad laughed right as Will came back to the table.

"What'd I miss?" he asked.

"Honey, when was the last time you've seen the eye doctor?" my mom asked with a smile. I tried not to laugh. Dylan turned his into a cough.

"A few months ago, why?" Will asked with a confused expression.

"Just wondering." 

"Am I missing something?" he asked, seriously.

"Nope. Nothing at all," my dad responded.

"So Jules, when are we going to meet this guy you've been seeing?" my mom asked.

"Oh, I really don't want to subject him to this family just so you all can give him a hard time."

"I want to meet him," Will spoke up and said.

"Yeah, you should introduce him to Will, Jules. They might become really good friends." My dad thought he was being funny now. Dylan's snicker wasn't helping.

"Doubtful, especially if he's anything like that douche you dated in high school," Will said.

"Oh, he's nothing like Aaron, that's for sure," I told him.

"So what is he like, sweetie?" my mom asked, and I gave her a look that said she had to be freaking kidding me.

"Yeah Jules, what is he like?" Will mimicked.

"Ah … he's short," I lied, with the first thing that came to mind as the opposite of Dylan.

"What?" my mom asked. "But I thought you've always had a thing for tall guys?"

I gave my mom a look that said this game was growing old. She pursed her lips, barely suppressing her laugh. "What about you, Dylan? Tell us about the girl you're dating," she said between bites of dinner. 

I let myself look over at him, since everyone else was waiting for his response. He grinned as he leaned his big, muscular upper body back in his chair and stretched. Putting his hands casually behind his head raised his shirt, showing a sneak peek at his sexy stomach. The man looked too damn good to be real. "Well, she's gorgeous, of course. Extremely smart. So freaking hilarious," he said, glancing quickly at me before looking back at my parents.

"She sounds like a keeper," my mom said, then I heard her sniff before she started taking bowls back to the kitchen. Oh Lord, we've made the woman cry.

"Apparently she also has a fetish for elevators and parking lots too," my brother laughed, and I knew my face had just created an all new color of bright red. He told him! Well, it was pretty awesome, and I'd already shared both stories with my roommate. Dylan groaned and swiped a hand over his face, and my dad cleared his throat. Oh shit, I didn't want my dad knowing
all that
!

"So, what are you all doing tonight?" Dad asked, thankfully changing the subject.

"Dylan and I are going to play some pool at Shooters."

"Did you ask your sister if she wanted to go?" Dad asked on my behalf.

"Hell no."

"What the crap, Will? Not that I want to go, but still."

"Two words Jules, cock block."

My dad started laughing so hard he had to leave the table. I didn't even dare look over at Dylan.

"Can't have me blocking your cocks, can you? Have fun on your quest to pick up sluts," I said, then gathered the empty plates and headed for the kitchen.                                      

A little while later my mom started in on me as I washed dishes. "So?" she asked.

"It's not what you think."

"Then what is it?"

"Nothing."

"Seems like a lot more than nothing. Did you hear the way he talked about you, or see the way he looked at you? It's not the same as it used to be, that's for sure."

I didn't bother responding.

"Honey, I know you've had a crush on him forever, and the way he's always teased you I think was just his way of flirting with you. You've got to be more excited than you're letting on now that he finally
sees
you."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing, okay? He's into someone else and … so am I," I lied, so she wouldn't feel bad for me when things ended. "This is just a temporary … fling."

"Are you worried about what your brother will think? Because I'm sure that if you tell him, he'll be happy for you both."

"Yeah, right," I snorted. "He'll only get pissed at him when he moves on, which he's going to do any day now. That's why I hope you and dad won't say anything. I'm not delusional. I know I'm not his type. It's obvious he can do so much better than me. That's exactly what will happen sooner rather than later, so just let it go."

"Maybe you need to have your eyes checked too, sweetie," my mom said before she left the kitchen.

Dylan

Nothing
? That's what she thought we were? Damn, that was harsh. And I couldn't believe she said she still wanted that jackass, after everything that had happened. I may have started this whole arrangement to get with Megan, but she wasn't who I wanted anymore.

I wanted Jules, and apparently everyone but her and her brother realized it. Why did she think she wasn't my type, or that I could "do so much better"? There couldn't be anyone better than her in any category, it was just impossible.

When Jules's mom left the kitchen I went in to help dry the dishes. I'd done the same thing a hundred or more times before, so it shouldn't look suspicious to Will. In fact, his refusal to help her all those years ago when I first started coming over was why I had stepped up to help whenever I ate with his family. It was still crazy that they didn't have a freaking dishwasher of all things. I had a dishwasher, but still paid someone else to load it and turn it on.   

I grabbed the dish towel and started working on the plates in the strainer. "You mom's right, you know."

"Whatever," Jules said without looking up from the sink full of suds. "I'm sorry they figured it out. I told them not to make a big deal out of it or say anything."

"You actually believe what we've been doing is 'nothing'?" I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, still refusing to look at me. "I couldn't tell my mom the truth - that we're just fucking as part of a deal," she said quietly.

"Is that all it is to you? Because it's more than that to me." Having to keep my hands off of her now and all through dinner was almost too much to handle. I couldn’t see her now without thinking about being with her.

"Whatever," she said again.

"Hearing you say 'whatever' is almost as annoying as 'I'm fine.'"

"Whatever," she said with a small smile. "So you and Will are going to Shooters?"

"Yeah. You know you can come with us if you want."

"I don't. And didn't you hear? I'm a cock blocker. God forbid I interfere with you two finding sluts to go home with tonight."

"We're just going to shoot pool, play darts and drink a beer or two. Do you seriously think I'd go home with someone?"

"If not tonight, then you will sooner or later. Otherwise you'd just play pool at your place."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, maybe a tad too loudly, before I remembered I needed to keep my voice down. "Have you already forgotten how good Wednesday was? Or Friday and Saturday? Because I haven't." I didn't include Sunday since she'd left in tears afterwards. And I'd asked her to come over tonight, but she'd declined. Which was the only reason I'd agreed to go out with Will in the first place.

"I can't believe you told him about the elevator and the parking lot! Exactly how much does he know?"

"We're guys, we tell each other all that shit. It was too awesome not to share. Besides, he's never going to find out ..." I stopped as soon as the words left my mouth. I'd inadvertently confirmed the point she'd just tried to make.

"Exactly," she said, putting the last dish in the strainer and walking away.

…

The next day at lunch, Megan, Amber and Stacy came into the cafeteria and sat with me before Jules arrived.

"Hey, Dylan," Megan said with a flirty smile. It was a different one for Meg, but one I was real familiar with. "Becca said she saw you on an Agusta Wednesday afternoon in the commuter lot." Yep, those were dollar signs in her eyes. She'd called me Wednesday night and texted me yesterday, but I'd ignored her both times. I'd also ignored the two women that had approached me and Will at Shooter's last night. No one could compete with Jules. She was just too beautiful, sexy, smart and classy. 

"Yeah, a crowd had gathered around it when Jules and I tried to leave campus," I finally responded.

"What's an Agusta?" Amber asked, already googling it on her phone. "Oh my God! A hundred thousand for a motorcycle! That's insane."

"So, what are you getting into tonight, Dylan?" Megan asked in a way that sounded like she hoped it'd be her. How long had I wished she'd figure out I wasn't gay and want to fuck me? Six months, maybe seven? But now …

"Jules," I answered. "I mean, we have plans." I was changing tactics. I would try and actually date Jules, showing her we were more than just fuck buddies.

"Oh, that’s too bad. But you'll be at the Sig party tomorrow night right? Julie has to be there."

"Yeah," I said, then saw Jules walk in. Her happy expression immediately changed when she saw the girls sitting at the table with me. I was not going to be responsible for giving her any reason to have more ridiculous insecurities, especially not because of a slutty gold-digger like Meg. I jumped up and went to her before she could sit down, not planning to eat here anyway.

"Hey, Jules. Can I take you out to lunch?" I asked her. She nodded but still hadn't smiled. "Good, and I drove the Porsche, unless you'd rather take your car?"

That made her smile. Not because she knew what it was worth, but because she knew it was a hot as fuck car that I hardly ever played with.

"You've got a Porsche?" Megan asked from the table behind us … just like I knew she would.

Jules glanced at Megan and then back to me, like she couldn't believe I'd just told them I was loaded. It didn't matter anymore. I wasn't trying to date any of them so I didn't mind putting it all out there.

"Yeah, a Porsche 918 Spyder," I responded. "And I hope Jules' will finally grant my wish," I said, unable to look away from the beautiful woman in front of me.

"What's that?" Megan asked.

"Letting me fuck her on the hood of it."

That made Jules laugh, even if she did blush. "I don't know, Dylan. I'd hate for my ass to put a dent in your million dollar car."

The Sigs all gasped.

"It was on sale for eight hundred, and it'd be worth it. Besides, I can always buy another one. Come on," I told her, as I grabbed her hand and led her outside. "You willing to skip your last class today?" I asked, as we walked to the commuter lot.

"Maybe. Who needs Calculus in real life anyway? Such a stupid requirement," she said. I could tell she was already in a better mood now that we were away from the sorority girls.

"Social workers definitely don’t need Calculus."

Jules came to a dead stop on the sidewalk and looked up at me with a blank expression. "How'd you know my major?"

Uh-oh.

"I think Will mentioned it."

She shook her head. "He doesn’t even know. No one does, not even my parents. I just changed it from Psychology during the summer." 

"Oh, then you must have said something just in passing."

She was quiet the rest of the walk as she thought it over, knowing she hadn't told me, and trying to figure out how I knew.

We finally reached my car, which was of course surrounded by gawkers, and I needed to get her mind off overthinking it.

"Where do you want to go for lunch?" I asked her. I used the key fob to unlock the doors, flashing the lights so that maybe the oglers would start backing the hell up. I didn't mind if Jules' incredible ass put a dent on it, but I didn’t want anyone else breathing on it.

"McDonald's."

"McDonald's? Seriously?" I asked in disbelief. I was a fast food junkie myself, but had planned to at least take her to a nice sit down restaurant. I wanted to do the whole dating thing right.  

"Yes. I haven't had any of their fries in forever, and I have a feeling you're going to help me burn a lot of calories in the next few hours."

"Goddamn right." A typical date can still end with sex. I held the door open for her and leaned down for a kiss. She made it quick since there were so many eyes on us.      

"It's going to be hilarious when you to drive your million dollar car through the McDonald's drive-thru," she giggled. That's one of the things I loved about Jules. She had a great sense of humor, and it didn't take much to make her happy.

"Let me guess, you're going to get a Happy Meal, aren't you?"

She laughed again as she sat down in the passenger seat. "Of course, it has just the right serving sizes with a drink. Oh yeah,
and
it comes with a toy."

I shook my head and smiled as I walked around to get in. After cranking the engine I took us through the drive-thru. I wouldn't be surprised if someone recorded a video of the irony and posted it on YouTube.

We ate our fries and burgers in the car, then I took Jules to the sex shop where they claim fun and fantasy meet. Hell yes, they would!

"Come on, Jules," I said, holding her door open and tugging her by her arm out of the car.

"This is so embarrassing," she said, covering her red face and resisting.

"We're consenting adults, even if you still eat off the kid’s menu. So what does it matter if the people in there know we like to fuck? Think of it as foreplay for later. You might even get all hot and bothered looking at all the naughty toys."

"Alright, fine."

She reluctantly climbed out, and taking her hand, I dragged her into the store with me. I already had something in mind, so that's where I headed.

"I want to fuck you with garters on," I told her, then found the black lace bra, with matching hose and garters. "This work?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Now I want you pick out something to wear for me," I told her. After looking through the racks for a while she finally decided on a white lace see-through baby doll set, that I couldn't wait to take off of her.

We strolled through the sex toys next, and the options were almost overwhelming. "Jesus. I had no idea they made so many dildos and vibrators for women to choose from."

"You know, I always thought these looked intimidating until you whipped yours out," Jules said with a smile, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Speaking of your cock, when are you going to let me suck it again?" she asked. I immediately started looking around for a changing room.

And there they were, God bless them, with full fucking doors. I couldn't be the only man who'd lost his shit and had to have it in here.

"How about now? Is now good for you?" I asked, leading her by the hand to the back.

"Now is great," she responded. "And you don’t have to stop."

"Are you sure?" I asked, when I realized what she meant.

"Yes," she replied as we shut the changing room door and locked it. Then she was on her knees in front of me, both of our hands hastily trying to get my zipper down. I gave up and let her have at it. When she pulled my cock out I braced my back against the wall, ready to blow before her mouth even …
oh fuck
her warm wet tongue felt so damn good.

I forced my eyes open to glance down, loving how amazing Jules looked not just sucking my dick, but looking like she actually enjoyed getting me off with her mouth. There were never any ulterior motives with her. She just did it because she wanted to make me feel so fucking good. Which is how I felt about going down on her. Sixty-fucking-nine. I had to do that with her. And soon.

My hands automatically reached down for her head, but I didn't want to get too eager. I ran them through her hair as her mouth worked up and down, sucking almost the entire length of my cock.

"So damn close," I warned her, in case she changed her mind, but she didn't move as I felt the first pulsation of my orgasm. "
Oh fuck yes
," the moan escaped my lips, but I was past caring where we were or who might hear.

The shudders of my release spread through my body, leaving me in a state of euphoria, or maybe that was just Jules. I loved that woman so damn much.
Holy shit
! Why'd I suddenly realize that now of all damn times? I sure as hell wouldn't tell her for the first time while she was on her knees.

Actually, I didn't know when I would tell her. Did she even feel the same way? If not, I'd look like a fool. She was young and inexperienced. She still might be set on meeting and screwing lots of other guys before settling down. God, it'd kill me if she said she wanted to date someone else. Just imagining not having her in my life made my gut clench and my chest ache. And now more than ever I hoped she wouldn't find out about her scholarship to Madison.

I still couldn't move a muscle as Jules tucked my dick away, zipped my pants and stood up. She wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my chest, putting an end to my worrying. It was as if her simple gesture was to reassure me that we were more than temporary, which made me love her even more. I held her tightly against me, not ready to let her pull away and have the moment pass.

"You okay?" she asked, after I'd been quiet for so long. She all too soon took a step back to separate from me.

"I'm awesome. Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, of course," she said with a shy smile.

"Good. You ready to checkout?" I asked, unable to help my grin.

"Sure. I think we can skip the dildos this time."