All In: Calling His Bluff (Gambling With Love) (15 page)

"As long as you keep me around I can guarantee you won't need one," I told her. We picked up our purchases that'd been discarded during the heat of the moment, and finally took them to the register.

If the clerks knew what we'd been doing in the changing room they didn't act like it, which I'm sure Jules was thankful for.

"What do you say we leave the top down and drive up to the Blue Ridge Parkway? Then when it gets dark I'll find somewhere to fuck you on the hood?" I asked after as we sat back down in my car. It was a nice, mild September day, perfect for just riding around, oh and for outdoor sex.

"Okay, that sounds good," she said giving me a small smile.

Jules was the first one to break our companionable silence after we'd been on the road for a while. "So, you're going to graduate in the spring?" she asked.  

"Yeah. Well, if I pass everything this semester and next."

"Of course you'll pass," she said. "Then you're going to go to work for your dad?"

"Yep. That's why I've been screwing off going to college for the last few years. Once I go to work I'll eventually have to pull sixty hour weeks like him."

"And he's going to turn over everything to you in a few years?"

I nodded. "He says ten or so years, but I think my mom's pushing for no more than five."

"It'll be hard for you to hide the money then since everyone will know who you are."

"I know. I'll probably have to try out the claiming bankruptcy idea you gave me," I told her with a smile. I didn't want to think about being with anyone but her in the future. I knew I wouldn't ever trust any woman like I trusted Jules. Which was sort of ironic since I was the one who'd been deceiving her for over a year.

"You know, sometimes I wish you and Will would let me buy you shit because I can, and I really want to, but it's also nice to know you won't accept. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, and that's why we won't accept anything. Because we want to show you that's not why we're friends with you. We don't want anything from you, except you."

"Thank you. I've never doubted either of you and I never will. And in the end it's just money and insignificant material things. I get that it's all worthless shit. I mean why does someone need a million dollar car when a ten thousand dollar car will get you around? But when you've got people to enjoy it with you, hell, it's just fun to have all that crazy shit because you can."

"Like a hot tub in the top of an apartment building?" she laughed.

"Hell yes. Sitting in it all by myself is no fun. But with you, well that's a damn good time."

"Yeah, it is," she agreed.

"I think you like fucking me in it too," I said with a smirk.

"Well, yeah! It feels good in the warm water with no condom."

"So why do we use condoms on dry land if you're on birth control?" I asked curiously.

"Just to be careful. You don't want any accidental dependents draining your big ole’ bank account. And if that one tenth of a percent was to happen, well, I just don't want anyone saying I got knocked up for that reason."

"Really, Jules? Do you know how many kids I could support? We made three billion last year alone. Half of everything earned goes into my trust fund where the interest continuously makes more money. I could father enough kids to fill a small country and still be alright. Not that I plan on doing that."

Of course with other women I'd never trusted their word on the birth control issue. I wouldn't risk the possibility that they'd try and get knocked up to take as much money as possible. I didn't want to reproduce with a leech. I trusted Jules, and knew that even if she was to accidentally get pregnant while we were together, it wouldn't be a tragedy.

"Okay, then forget the condoms."

"Seriously?" I asked with a grin.

"Yeah. Unless the gold diggers gave you herpes or some shit."

I laughed. "No, I promise you I don't have herpes or anything else. I've never
not
used a condom, because like you said, that'd be a helluva way for a gold digger to fuck me over. I can give you proof if you want it. I get checked out all the time just because I like flashing my huge cock at people." It was the long ass cotton swab I hated.

She laughed. "I trust you. And you know I was only with Aaron, and he was a virgin. Even so, we used condoms and I was on the pill back then."

"God I hate hearing that prick's name," I told her. "I should've threatened to cut his dick off so he wouldn't have screwed you."

"Who was your first?" she asked.

"Amy Sanders."

"I don't remember her."

"Yeah, you probably wouldn't since she was two years older than me and Will. She was a junior our freshman year."

"And?" she asked. "What happened with her?"   

"It happened during one of the first big parties in the basement of our new house. You know my bedroom’s down there, too. She asked me if I wanted her, and as a horny virgin of course the only answer was yes. She took control, probably figuring it was my first time. Hell, she even put the condom on me, then she climbed up and fucked me. It was a wet dream come true, even though I only lasted a minute. Then, no shit, she asked me to take her shopping before the cum dried. At the time, I didn't give a fuck. I would have done anything she wanted to get her to fuck me again. So she sucked my dick or fucked me every day for a few weeks. After her was Shannon Stevens, then Rachel Anderson and so on until I graduated. Pretty much the same pattern, only varying in material requests. I had no idea girls could be whores that young, but they definitely can." 

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

"I didn't see it then, and I was getting off so I can't really complain. Mixed in with the gold diggers were the girls who didn't necessarily care that I was rich, they'd just heard I was hung and wanted to find out for themselves. That was pretty awesome, and regardless of what they say, women want to be fucked with big cocks. Or at least my big cock."

"I have to admit that I do like being fucked by your big cock." Her words instantly inflated my ego and the cock in question.

"From now on, every other man will just be a disappointment, you know." I was an asshole for wanting other men she was with to be a letdown, but I couldn't help it. I'd become more than protective as her older brother's best friend. I wanted Jules all to myself. The thought of another man's hands on her, and God forbid, his dick, made me want to kill someone.

"I know," she conceded with a sigh, before she changed the subject. "So when you started school at Madison you decided to hide the money?"

"Yep. No money, no reputation, just me. It was intimidating to not have it so easy and have to actually work for women to want me. It was a hit to my confidence when just “me” wasn't enough. I was so bad at it that they didn't even think I was straight."

"I think I understand why the Sigs thought you were gay," Jules said with a giggle.

"Oh, really?" I asked, unsure I really wanted to hear the explanation.

"Yeah. You look too good to be straight, and when you dress nice you look like you're either rich or gay. Since you hide the money … well, that only left gay."

I let out the breath I'd been holding. That wasn't so bad. In fact, it was even a compliment.

"Well damn. Maybe you're right. But agreeing to go see
Magic Mike
with them probably didn't help my case either," I told her, making her laugh. A full out, belly busting, complete with cute snorts, laugh.

"You didn't!" she sobbed between giggles. "Oh my God!" She wiped tears from her eyes as she caught her breath. "That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. I can see you sitting there in a theater full of women … it's too funny," she said, and then laughed a few more minutes, making me smile the whole time.

"Hey, it wasn't all bad. I mean, it starts out with girl on girl action and several titty shots," I said in my defense.

"Ugh. I forgot about that," she said, and shook her head while a smile still brightened her face.

"Well, at least you've helped me clear it all up," I told her.

"Yeah. And now they know you're straight and loaded. They're probably plotting their seduction of you as we speak," she said. When I glanced over she'd turned her head away to look out the window. 

"They can plot all they want-" I started, but was interrupted by the ringing phone. It was mine, and I had a feeling I knew who it was. Will. "It's your brother," I told Jules after reading the screen. 

"Hey, Will."

"Hey, where are you? I just stopped by your apartment and saw the Porsche was gone," he said.

"Ah, yeah. I'm in it right now heading to the Parkway."

He laughed. "You're on the
Parkway
in your
Porsche
? Are you feeling okay? Same girl from last weekend?"

"Yeah."

"And you're letting her see your ride already? You must have lost your mind bringing out the big guns just to get some ass."

"It's not like that," I said, maybe a tad too defensively.

"Whoa. You really like her and you actually trust her." He said it as a statement, not a question.    

"Yeah, I do."

"Well damn. And you're sure she's not an undercover gold digger?"

"I'm absolutely certain she's not."

"Okay. So then why are you hiding her?"

"I'm not hiding her. I just … like being alone with her. I don't want you scaring her off." 

"Uh-huh. I've known you for thirteen years and this is the first time you've ever blown me off for almost an entire week for a girl."

"I'm sorry. Look, I'll see you tomorrow night, okay?" I asked, trying to get him off the phone. I hated lying to him, but I hated thinking about what his reaction would be if he found out why I was lying.

"Alright. Have fun," he laughed, then hung up.

"Tomorrow night?" Jules asked after I put my phone away.

"Yeah, I can't keep blowing him off, so I invited him to the Sig party."

"Oh," she said quietly.

"Should we just tell him?" I asked her, and she laughed.

"You want to tell him that you've been fucking me so you could come out and fuck Sigs, in exchange for you agreeing to fuck me every which way so I can fuck other men?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly put it like that," I told her. Thinking it over though, I couldn't figure out what I'd say that wouldn't piss him off. "We wouldn't have to tell him how it started out between us."

"Yeah, I'm sure just the 'we've been fucking each other' part would go over real well. I don't want him to be pissed at you because you agreed to do this for me, and you know he will be, regardless of what you say."

Will was my best friend, and I didn't want to give him a reason to hate me. "Fine. I guess it's best if we just keep things how they are."

"You think?" she laughed again, and then turned the radio up, ending the discussion. 

Two hours later I couldn't wait any longer to take her, even though it was still daylight. I found a pull-off on the parkway and prayed no one would come along for a few minutes.

"You ready?" I asked. She nodded, then climbed out of the car and met me in front of the hood.

"Wow, the view up here is beautiful," she said, as she looked out over the mountains. The sun was just starting to set. The leaves on all the trees were changing to fall colors, and they seemed to glow under the dimming sunlight. The rolling mountains looked almost purple in the shadow of the coming darkness.

"The view is about to get even better," I told her, pulling her to me.                                       

I kissed her for all I was worth, while undoing her jeans. She didn't even protest when I started lowering them and her panties down her legs. I sat her on the hood to remove her shoes, so I could get her undressed. Kneeling down on the ground in front of her I parted her thighs and raised her hips to lick her pussy, making her cry out and squirm until she came.

Getting back to my feet I made quick work of my zipper, then pulled her to me, wrapping her legs around my waist as I entered her. Nothing had ever felt so fucking good. I became a man possessed, feeling her tight wetness without the barrier of a condom. I pushed her shirt up to expose her bra covered titties as I pumped in and out of her, refusing to finish until I felt her pussy clench around my cock when she came again.

"Come for me Jules," I ordered as I rubbed her clit, until her hips rocked frantically with her orgasm.

"Oh God, Dylan!" she moaned as her back arched off the hood. "You feel … so … good!"

I knew I'd never forget how amazing she felt, or how gorgeous she looked, laid out half naked writhing in pleasure on my ridiculously expensive sports car while I came in her for the very first time.

After she relaxed, her limbs were all sprawled limply on the hood.

"That was even better than I imagined," I told her as I leaned down over her, pressing my chest against hers to kiss her.

"You're gonna dent your car."