All In: Double or Nothing (8 page)

"Thanks, but I'll be fine. I think I'm ready to go get in his bed now anyway. Goodnight," I told them, before hightailing it down the hall and shutting Caleb's door. I was such a freaking fool.

Tyler

My heart actually broke for Lauren every time she told me about the worthless woman that gave birth to her. What a piece of shit. I'd looked up Lisa Jefferson's criminal record and knew she'd been in trouble regularly, mostly with drugs, sometimes theft, and even occasionally prostitution. The dates of her offenses were easy to match up to Lauren's age at the time of arrest. She wasn't even a year old when her mom got into trouble. Then again when she was three, seven, eight, eleven, thirteen, fourteen, seventeen and nineteen. Her entire life had been hell, and I couldn't believe Child Protective Services never stepped in. Probably because most of her mom's charges were minor, but over the years there had been some serious felonies for cocaine possession.

A little blonde headed girl starving, abandoned, and being groped by drug addicts was what was going through my mind while Nikki tried to fuck me again. It was proving to be difficult, since I had lost my erection the minute she had walked in on whatever was going on with me and Lauren on the couch.

Bringing Nikki home with me had been a bad idea. I was a jackass for doing this, although I'd made it clear to her that this was about a night of sex and nothing more. I wanted Lauren to be jealous, paying her back for the last few weeks of hell she'd put me through. I also didn't trust myself to be alone with her. Case in point, ten minutes together in the living room and we'd been moments away from probably screwing each other’s brains out. And fuck if that's wasn't what I wanted more than anything.

I pulled myself out of my head and tried to focus on the present. Nikki was damn hot, she just wasn't the gorgeous blonde I couldn't stop thinking about.

Nikki's persistence resulted in her heading south, giving me mouth to cock resuscitation.  That was sure to work, and at least it was easy to pretend it was someone else doing it. I closed my eyes, losing myself to the feeling of her wet mouth, moving up and down my cock, thinking about the morning Lauren woke me up. Nikki hummed in approval when I instantly lengthened and hardened.

She raised up and started to straddle me but damn it, that'd make it too difficult to forget who I was really with.

"Get on your hands and knees," I ordered her, and she quickly complied.

I grabbed a condom from the drawer beside the bed, then rolled it on quickly before my stupid mind tried to kill the mood. Kneeling between her legs I entered her from behind slowly, but couldn't keep that pace up for long. I was ready to get it over with, and barely noticed the noises she made when she came. I just pounded into her until my own release swept over me, then I collapsed on the bed, not feeling the least bit satisfied or content. I wanted Nikki to leave and have someone else in her spot in my bed.

…

A week. Just one week down, with nine more to go trying to avoid screwing my best friend’s girlfriend. And fuck it was proving to be difficult. Even after exhausting myself to the point I'd put holes in my running shoes, I couldn't stop thinking about how close Lauren was, sleeping alone just right down the hall. She looked all innocent and sweet, working on her homework on the couch every night. Then on weekends, I imagined her at work, dancing naked, which had me almost running out the door to go see her. But that was too much temptation when I was trying hard
not
to touch her or think about her.

Tonight was Tuesday, so Lauren was home with her books and notes spread all across the couch. Her hair was twisted up all messy on top of her head, with a few strands hanging loose. She had on pajama pants and a tank top that shouldn't have been sexy, but on her they were. Especially since it was obvious she wasn't wearing a damn bra.

I groaned before I realized I'd done it out loud, and she looked up at me standing there in the kitchen staring at her.

"Oh. Hey Tyler," she said quickly, before looking back down at the book in her lap.

"Hey. How's it going?" I tried to throw out the words casually, like I wasn't thinking about fucking her every which way possible.

"Good. So, where's tonight's slut, I mean date?" she asked without looking up.      

"No date tonight." One of the few nights in the last week. Since running my legs off hadn't worked, I'd been bringing home girls to try and take the edge off, to help me get over this obsession I had with Lauren, but that wasn’t working either. Although it seemed to be making her jealous, which was a bonus.

"Won't your bed be lonely?" she asked.

"Not if you were in it with me." What the fuck was wrong with me? Why the hell did I say that?

Lauren scoffed and looked up at me with her jaw hanging open. It was too late to take it back so I just grinned and waited for her response.

"After the four sluts you've had in there this past week, hell no. I hope you at least wash their skank off your sheets every day."

Ah. She was jealous. But maybe my plan had only succeeded in pushing her away by disgusting her. Damn if that didn't hurt.

"We could sleep in Caleb's bed. I'm sure his sheets are much cleaner since you've been sleeping alone."

"Yes, his sheets are clean, and I plan to keep them that way. Well, until he gets home."

"Still leaves a lot of other places - the couch, the wall, the shower, the bathroom counter, the dining table-"

"Just stop," she said, holding up her palm and closing her eyes like she was trying to stop the images. "What the hell has gotten into you tonight?"

"I like messing with you, and you haven't talked to me in days." 

"You've had company most nights."

"You could join us," I teased and couldn't help my grin when she scoffed again and her face turned red.

"You are incorrigible," she said, slamming her book before standing up and heading down the hall to Caleb's room. My eyes were glued to her fine ass every step she took.  

"Goodnight Lauren," I called after her.

"Bastard," she called back, making me smile. 

Lauren

I shut Caleb's door harder than necessary, but Tyler had just thrown me for a helluva loop. I needed to get my head straight. I'd been reading about the skeletal system when all of a sudden he starts talking about me in his bed with him, making my thighs clench and my panties wet with just a few words. Words I didn't think he meant. Was he only teasing me?

The past week had been hell. I missed Caleb so damn much. I hadn't heard a peep from him since he left. I knew he probably couldn't call, but he hadn't even written me. Maybe he didn't give a shit about me. All I had to think about in this house was my loneliness, the parade of women Tyler had been bringing through, and the noises that carried from his room. I'd thought about being on the receiving end of that whole deal more times than I should have. He was driving me crazy, and he knew it.

I was already going through sexual withdrawals, and he'd just heated me up even more. I was going to have to get a freaking vibrator and lots of batteries to keep me sane for the next nine weeks. Even now the blood was still pulsating between my legs, causing a need like never before.

I wondered what Tyler would do if I walked into his room and took him up on his earlier offer. Oh God, I wanted that man so freaking much. But he said he wouldn't touch me behind Caleb's back. Well, I could play his game with him. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but I couldn't let him know he'd gotten to me.

I heard the TV changing channels in the living room, so Tyler must still be in there. It occurred to me I could really use a shower.

I went down the hall to the bathroom, took a quick steaming hot shower, and after I dried off I wrapped the towel around myself and headed for the kitchen. Tyler looked up when I walked through, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him do a double take.

"What … what the fuck are you doing?" he asked, his voice unsteady.

"Oh, just grabbing a drink on the way back to bed. I forgot a change of clothes after my shower," I told him.

I leaned down in the fridge so the crease on my side where the towel overlapped came apart, showing my thighs all the way up to the side of my stomach. Grabbing a can of Diet Coke I started back down the hall.

"Goodnight," I said innocently.

"Lauren wait," he called out.

I stopped in mid-step to look back over my shoulder at him. "Yeah Tyler?"

"Drop the towel." He didn't ask, he commanded me in his police officer authoritative voice.

I acted like I was thinking about it, when what I really wanted was to do exactly as he said. "Um, no."

"I've already seen you naked."

"Yeah, and so have hundreds of other men, but you're not getting a private viewing tonight."  

"Then why the fuck are you standing in my kitchen wearing nothing but a towel?"

"You needed a taste of your own medicine."

"You are an evil goddamn woman, you know that? But fine. You've upped the ante, so get ready baby. I've only been wearing clothes for your delicate sensibilities." 

"You wouldn't."

"Watch me. From now on, fuck it."

"So what are you waiting for?" I goaded him.

"You're right. Might as well go ahead and get comfortable," he said, standing up and pulling his t-shirt over his head, then pushing his pajama pants and boxers down in one motion before stepping out of them. He sat back down, putting his arms over the back of the couch, his legs spread wide, wearing nothing but a wicked grin. "That's much better."

Oh, yes it was. Yum. My memories of his body hadn't done him justice. He looked so sexy sitting there with his cocky attitude. Speaking of cocky... 

"You happy to see me there, buddy?" 

"Hell yes," he said without missing a beat or even looking a tad ashamed. "I'd be even happier if you lost the towel."

And fuck if that wasn't a tempting thought, when his hand went between his legs and he started stroking himself. I wouldn't be cheating on Caleb if Tyler and I only engaged in mutual masturbation, would I?

"Okay," I said, letting the towel fall to the ground. I bent over in front of him, and sat my drink down on the coffee table.

"
Goddamn
," he groaned.

"But I'll only stay if I get to touch myself, too."

"Oh fuck yes," he agreed, his blue eyes darkening with his arousal and his hand moving faster. "Touch yourself for me baby."

"Where? Right here?" I asked, slipping my hand down my stomach, and then skimming it lightly between my legs.

"Yes, oh God yes. Don't stop until you make yourself come."

I wanted to close my eyes and lose myself to the building pressure, but I couldn't take my eyes from him and how incredible he looked. Sliding my finger over my clit I used my other hand to grasp my breast, cupping it and squeezing it before pinching the nipple.

"Damn Lauren, you are so fucking hot," Tyler said, his eyes were heating up even more, his jaw was clenched as his fist kept up the pace.

My legs were starting to feel like jelly, so I sank down in the chair across from him on the couch. I squeezed my thighs together around my hand, getting closer and closer to what my body needed. My eyes had closed on their own accord and I couldn't fight it anymore.

"Oh! I'm so close Tyler," I moaned, and then he was there, kneeling before me.

He grasped my thighs, spreading them open and pulling me to the edge of the chair. His head dipped between my legs and he pulled my hand away so he could replace it with his mouth. It felt too good to even try and protest when he flicked his tongue over my clit faster and faster, taking me higher and higher. I rubbed my hands through his short hair, holding his mouth to me while my hips went wild, desperately chasing the building orgasm.

"Oh Tyler! Right there!
Oh God
! I yelled as I came, shattering into so many pieces I didn't think I'd ever be put back together again. When my body stopped convulsing, and I was finally able to open my eyes, I found Tyler still on his knees between my legs, stroking himself, trying to find his own release. I felt like I owed him for the explosive one he'd just given me.

"Stand up," I told him.

"What?" he asked, blonde brows furrowed in confusion.

"I can't move yet, so stand up and let me suck you off. Unless you'd rather finish with your hand."

He understood that time, and was quickly on his feet, making me smile at his eagerness. He stood between my spread thighs and I sat forward in the chair, wrapping my hand around his cock, and guiding him to my mouth. I moved my mouth up and down his length, getting him good and wet. 

"Shit! I’m not going to last," he said through heavy pants before he started moaning encouragement.

I licked his length and stroked him with my hand, concentrating my mouth on his sensitive tip. Needing better access to him, I dropped to my knees on the floor. Tyler's hands cupped my head, pulling me toward him. Aroused by his urgency, I took as much of his length as I could and sucked, looking up at him to see his reaction.

"Your mouth is so fucking amazing," he said, before his head fell back, and the muscles in his body tensed. "Oh God," he groaned through clenched teeth. "Stop Lauren, or suck me harder."

I did the latter, my hand on his ass pulling him to me, and he came with a hard thrust down my throat. I licked him a few teasing times before pulling away.

Tyler sank down to his knees in front of me, his hands reaching for the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his. His mouth devoured mine, both of us tasting of the other's arousal. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pressing my breasts against his chest.

He pulled away first. "Let me sleep with you tonight. I promise sleep and my arms around you is all I want." 

Tyler's blue eyes were sad, and I saw his honesty in them. He just wanted the closeness and comfort of being with someone else tonight, of being with me tonight, and that was exactly what I wanted and needed too.

"Okay," I agreed. "But not in your bed," I added with a smile.

"Thank you," he said with another quick kiss on my lips, before standing and then grabbing me up in his arms, carrying me to Caleb's bed. A shred of guilt hit me, but it wasn't enough to overcome how much I needed Tyler to hold me. He was here and Caleb wasn't.

He laid me down gently under the covers, then climbed in beside me, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist and pulling me to him.

"Goodnight Lauren," he said with a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Goodnight Tyler."