All In: Betting on a Full House (Gambling With Love) (5 page)

“I don’t know, but when I close my eyes it’s even worse,” I responded before climbing off of her. 

“We’re so fucking drunk,” she said, followed by another giggle.

“No shit. But the floor sucks. Let’s bed to head,” I suggested. "No wait, head to bed."      

“Okay. But I may have to crawl.”

I tried, unsuccessfully at first, to stand up, then used the wall to pull myself up. “Come on,” I told her, reaching for her hand.

She stood up then grabbed for my t-shirt, pushing it up and over my head. "That's much better," she said, flinging the shirt to the ground. "You should never wear a shirt. Will you fuck me again? I want you to make me come over and over again. Shh, don't tell anyone, but you're the first man to ever give me an orgasm."

I looked down at my limp cock and laughed. "He's gone to sleep, and I’m drunk as fuck, but if you ask him nicely with your mouth in a few minutes he might wake up to play again. Your blow jobs are the best fucking ones I've ever had."

"I'm a pro, and I learned from the best," she said, which struck me as odd but I couldn't figure out why.

"Who's the best?"

"Porn stars," she laughed.

We pinballed our way down the narrow hallway, and finally made it to her bedroom. I threw myself onto the bed and Jess climbed up on me, pulling her dress up and straddling me. I was only semi-hard but that didn't seem to matter. She leaned down and kissed me while rubbing her pussy along the length of my cock. Her breathing accelerated until she pulled her mouth away from mine, closing her eyes and moaning as she came.

I laughed when she finally relaxed against me. "Did you just come without me even being in you?"

"Yes, and it was good too," she said, laying her head down on my chest.

I was still laughing when I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us to our sides before passing out.

Jess

I woke up cold, with a migraine and a queasy, hung over stomach. There was a big, heavy leg thrown over mine, which still had my tall black boots on them. I couldn’t feel any panties, just my dress and shoes. Lifting my head I found Tyler passed out beside me, both of us the wrong way on the bed. There was no shirt covering his sexy chest and stomach, his khaki cargo pants were still on but unzipped and hanging low on his hips, and his shoes were still on his feet.

Wow, we both must have gotten really freaking drunk last night. I had to squint to make my eyes read the damn clock beside the bed. It was almost noon. What was today? Monday. Oh yeah, and it was Labor Day.

I shook Tyler awake, and by the way he covered his eyes with both hands I assumed his head hurt like hell too.

“What the fuck happened? I told you I didn’t want you to come home with me,” I asked him.      

“What?”

“Last night you asked to come home with me and I told you no.”

“Yeah. So?” he asked, still covering his face.

“So what the fuck are you doing in my bed with your pants down?”

He finally raised up and looked down, noticing his state of half dress. His cock was actually hanging out, eager and ready.

He chuckled. “Damn it Jess, you kissed me and told me to take you home. Then you got yourself off just rubbing against my cock when I couldn't get it up.”

“How did we get home? Your car? I didn’t drive did I?” I thought in a panic.

“God no. I’m a fucking police officer. You think I’d let either of us drive drunk? We got a cab. I do remember that much.”

“Oh.”

He stood up slowly, holding the side of the bed for balance, then zipped his pants.

“Where the hell is my shirt?” he asked, looking around my room.

“I don’t know. Probably wherever the hell my panties are.”

He wandered into the living room and came back a minute later with his shirt on.

“So, I um, guess I’ll go,” he said.

“Yeah I figured as much, but how exactly do you plan to do that? Walk?”

“Shit! I’ll call a cab and get them to take me back to my car. You want to ride back to get yours too?”

“Oh crap. Yeah, I guess I've got to go get mine.”

I stood up and staggered around to find some shorts and a tank top to change into, then slipped on a pair of flip flops. When I looked back over at Tyler, he was holding a business card in one hand and his cell phone in the other. Then he laughed and shook his head.

"What?" I asked.

He barked out another laugh, then grabbed the sides of his head like the sound made it hurt worse. "I'm pretty sure you sucked my dick in the back of the cab and I fingered you, while the cabbie watched and jerked off."

I gasped and covered my face. "No. No, I wouldn't do that in front of someone."

"You did. He was all worked up too. Said something about free rides from now on."

"Fuck! Why'd you make me do that?"

"Hold on. I didn't
make
you do that. You, if I remember correctly, you were jerking me off then you went down on me. I didn't do anything."

"You could've stopped me."

"I can't help it if you give amazing head that just so happens to be in front of a strange man. As soon as your lips touched my cock that train left the station. Nothing short of a fucking zombie apocalypse could have stopped it."

I groaned. "You're a jackass. Just call a cab. A different one!"

After we went our separate way in our own cars I didn’t hear from Tyler until a few weeks later.

…

Tyler

It’d been weeks since I had last seen Jess; the night we both went way past wasted. She’d made it very clear the next morning that she hadn’t wanted me to come home with her and didn’t want to see me. So, I’d forced myself to keep my distance, even though I wanted to call her and be with her again.

I was back in rotation and finally settled into my new apartment, which was lonely as hell. I missed having Lauren and Caleb around to eat dinner and just hang out with every night.

Since Tuesdays were all you can drink Daughtry’s at Shooters, I was heading out to meet Will and Dylan, wondering if Caleb would show tonight. He hadn’t been out with us in weeks, since things were still awkward between us, and none of us had seen him since the night of Lauren’s birthday.

Changing out of my uniform, I threw on a pair of cargo pants and a dark tee to head out the door. When I tried to shove my phone in my front Velcro pocket it jammed like something was already occupying it. I crammed my hand down in it and came out with what looked like it may have once been a red, lacy thong. What the fuck? I hadn’t been with anyone in weeks, which was an all-time new record for me. That meant it had to be Jess’s right?

Then a memory hit me. One where I was balls deep fucking Jess against her apartment door.

Oh fuck!
My pulse was racing by the time I reached to pull out my wallet. Fuck, fuck,
fuck
. The condom I kept for emergencies was still in there, and since I hadn't fucked anyone else, it meant I didn't use one that night when we were drunk. Damn it.

I pulled up Jess’s number in my phone and dreaded having to call and tell her what a dumbass I’d been. Hopefully she had us both covered with the birth control issue.

“I’m not in the mood for a booty call, Tyler,” Jess answered.

“Are you on birth control?” I asked without preamble, trying to ignore the sting of her instant rejection at seeing my name on her phone.

“Ah, what?”

“Birth control, you know pills, shots, whatever. You’re on something, right?”

“No, why?”

“
Fuck
!” I exclaimed in panic. How long had it been since I’d seen her? Two weeks, almost three? “Please tell me you’ve had a period recently?”

“What the hell is your problem, Tyler?” she asked indignantly.

“I didn’t use a condom.”

“When?”

“The night we were drunk and I went home with you from Shooters.”

There was silence on the other line for so long that I thought she'd hung up.

"You said we didn't have sex. That I went down on you in the cab then I got off on you when you couldn't get it up."

"I'm pretty sure I fucked you against your front door."

She gasped. “Oh God. When I dropped my keys ...” 

“Yeah.”

“And you’re sure you didn’t use a condom?”

“I’m sure I didn’t, unless one magically appeared around my cock while I was inside of you. You’ve had a period and all that shit since then, right?”

“Ah, well … um, yeah,” she responded.

I let out the breath I’d been holding. “Thank fuck.”

“If that’s all you wanted then bye, Tyler,” she said disconnecting the line, like she couldn't wait to get off the phone with me. 

Whew, crises fucking averted.

Jess

My hands were still shaking after I hung up with Tyler. I hadn’t had a period in, damn I didn’t even know. A long freaking time now that I thought about it.

I pulled up the calendar on my phone and started counting backwards, then forwards from my last period. Had it been August second? I didn’t keep track of that shit, since I hadn’t had sex in forever before Tyler came along.

I counted the weeks again, certain the calendar had to be mistaken. Why were there so many freaking weeks in August? If my phone was right, it’d been six weeks since my last period, and I hadn’t even fucking noticed.

Damn, damn, damn. I vowed never to drink again. Hell, if I was pregnant I couldn’t drink …
oh God
.

I needed to go get a pregnancy test. I should’ve told Tyler the truth but figured there was no reason to worry him until I knew for sure. Even then I didn’t need to tell him. It’s not like I could have a baby. For one, I couldn’t afford it and raise my brother. Two, pregnant strippers were not sexy. Three, and most importantly, as an unwanted pregnancy myself, complete with the fucked up life that followed, that wasn't something I’d ever willingly inflict on anyone else.

I started to call Lauren but changed my mind. She’d probably tell Tyler. Damn it! How could I have been so stupid?

I climbed into my car and headed for the closest pharmacy. I went down the “Family Planning” aisle, thinking the name was pretty damn ironic for condoms and pregnancy tests. A more accurate description would be “Family Prevention & Confirming the Consequences of Your Stupid-ass Lack of Prevention.”

I picked up one of the random pregnancy test boxes, then headed back to grab another. I’d feel better with a backup in case of a false positive, or whatever the hell malfunction these things could have.

I went home, then cried for almost an hour as I continued to stare at both positive pregnancy tests. Struggling with the argument going on between my head and my heart, I finally made my decision and headed to Lauren’s.

She answered the door, and with one look at my red, splotchy face could tell something was wrong.

“Jess, what’s going on?”

“Can I come in?” I asked.

“Sure. Are you okay?”

“No.” I sat down on the couch and shook my head. “I’m pregnant.”

“Oh my God,” she said, then a second later she gasped. “It’s Tyler’s?”

“Yes. Please don’t tell him. There’s no reason to.”

“What? You have to. Tyler’s a good guy and he’ll step up to help you …”

“I-I’m ending it.”

There was complete silence, and I knew it was because Lauren disapproved. I looked away, not needing to feel any guiltier that I already did.

“You know I can’t dance pregnant. I’ve got Jonathan to think about.”

“I understand that sweetie, but are you sure? Maybe you should talk to Tyler first.”

“What? No. He doesn’t need to know. But will you ... will you go with me to Planned Parenthood?” I only had an hour to get there before they closed tonight, if I didn’t talk myself out of it again.

“I, oh Jess, I don’t know if I can. I’m sorry. You know how I feel about it.”

“Yeah, but you’re with the man you love and will probably end up marrying. This is different. I’m pregnant with the baby of a drunk hookup. A meaningless hookup with a man who’s still in love with you, and just trying to forget you.”

“Whoa, Jess! You’re pregnant from a drunk hookup?” Caleb repeated, as he came down the hallway.

“Yes.”

“Oh shit. Tyler?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Holy fuck.”

“Pretty much. Lauren thinks I’m evil for deciding not to go through with it.”

“You’re going to ... Never mind. That’s completely your decision," he said. 

“Caleb, how would you feel if you’d gotten a girl pregnant, and she ended it without telling you?” Lauren asked.

“Uh. Well … damn it, I don’t know. If it was yours, of course I’d want you to keep it. If it was with someone else,” he shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry, Jess. But how can you make the decision to kill an innocent baby because of your and Tyler's irresponsible mistake? You want to carry that around on your conscience for the rest of your life?”

“I-I don’t know what else to do! But Lauren, promise me you won’t tell Tyler.”

She blew out her breath. “Fine. I won’t tell him, even though I think you should. But promise me you'll ask them for an ultrasound before you make a decision, just so you can see the baby for yourself …”

I jumped up from the couch and left when my tears turned into sobs.

…

Tyler

I was off my game tonight, working on my third consecutive loss to pool shark Dylan when my phone rang. I grabbed it from my pocket and was surprised to see Caleb’s name on the screen. Maybe he’d decided to come join us tonight after all.

“Caleb?”

“Ty, um, there’s something you need to know,” he said with a sigh. “Shit, I hate to do this over the phone, but there’s not much time.”

“What’s going on?”

“Jess is pregnant.”

Thank God I was sitting on a stool or I would’ve landed on my ass. I hyperventilated while the words “Jess is pregnant” spun around and around through my mind on repeat, skipping and fragmenting like a broken record.

I’d only had two beers, but maybe I’d just mistaken his words, still thinking about my scare and conversation with Jess earlier.

“Please tell me I misheard you,” I said when my mouth decided to work again.

“Nope. She just came over and told Lauren. Made her promise not to tell you, but she didn’t ask the same of me. I thought you should know.”

I ran a hand over my face, trying to come to grips with the idea that I was going to be a father. A fucking father. Someone was going to be my responsibility to raise with Jess, and I didn’t know a damn thing about kids or babies. And although I was terrified, I was surprised by the fact that a part of me was actually … thrilled.

“Thanks for calling. I can’t believe Jess hasn’t. I just talked to her earlier and …”

“That’s not all,” he interrupted.  

“What do you mean?”

“She’s getting an abortion.”

“
Goddamn it
! Why?” I exclaimed, coming off the stool so fast it almost tipped over. That was more of a shock then finding out I was going to be a father. It meant Jess was unilaterally making the decision for us both.

“From what I heard, the gist of it is that she’s not in a relationship with you, you only fucked her because you're not over Lauren, she can’t strip while pregnant, and she can’t afford to raise her brother and have a baby.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. She was pretty upset so you might want to head to her place.”

“Okay, I will.”

“Ty?”

“Yeah?”

“How fucked up were you to do something so stupid?”

“Don’t lecture me about stupid shit done for, or with, women. We were both drunk, alright? It was the night of Lauren's birthday, the day after she picked you. I'd lost her, and then I'd fucked up with Jess."

Jess had been pissed at me for using her, and I sure as hell couldn't blame her. I know that's why she'd been trying to make me jealous that night. To hurt me like I'd hurt her, and it worked. I hated the thought of her with anyone else, and it wasn't just because we had been screwing around. Lauren didn't even cross my mind that night. I'd wanted Jess from the second I'd laid eyes on her in that short ass dress and knee high boots. Then when I kissed her it was so good it almost brought me to my knees. But for whatever reason she pushed me away, and blew me off the rest of the night. Until she was drunk.

“So you knew she might be?”

“Yeah. Earlier tonight when I had a sudden flashback of what we’d done I called her. She told me it wasn’t a problem. Damn it, I guess she lied."

“Sounds like it. If she asked, what would you want her to do?”

“I don’t know. Keep it. But apparently what I want doesn’t matter to her,” I said softly, not wanting to broadcast the news to the entire bar. Dylan and Will were already giving me worried looks, trying to figure out why I was freaking out.

“It’s your son or daughter, so maybe you should tell her how you feel about it.”

“Fuck. When you put it like that … Anyway, thanks for calling.”

“No problem. I know you’d do the same.”

“Yeah, I would. See ya’ Caleb.”