All In: Betting on a Full House (Gambling With Love) Read Online Free Page A

Will made their way back from the bar about that time, said hello to their buddy Tyler, and each handed me a shot.
    I took Dylan’s first and threw it back, scalding my throat.
    “ Jesus," I coughed. “What the hell was that?”
    “Fireball,” the tall man said with a blush spreading across his cheeks.
    “That’s some strong shit.”
    I took a yellow shot from Will and threw it back, then licked my lips.
    “Um. That was awesome, Will. Lemon drop?” I asked.
    “Damn right. I tried to talk him out of the Fireball,” he said with his big dimpled smile.
    “Thanks. Keep those coming and I’ll be dancing on one of these tables before the night is over, and begging you to take me home.”
    “What the fuck?” Tyler yelled, standing up from his chair. Will took the opportunity to steal it back from him, hopping up on it quickly. I couldn't help my laugh, which only pissed Tyler off even more.
    “What’s wrong, Tyler?” I asked sweetly.
    “Why are you acting like a bitch?”
    I gasped at his insult, and slammed my shot glass down on the high-top table. “Did you just call me a bitch?”
    “I didn’t call you a bitch, I asked why you were acting like one.”
    “So drinking shots from your friends makes me a bitch?”
    “No, leading them on does.”
    “I’m not leading them on. I’m a single girl, and I can date and fuck whoever I want, including one or both of your really cute friends, if they’re interested.”
    "Oh, we're definitely interested," Dylan said, and Tyler looked like he wanted to hit the tall man. 
    "Not a chance in hell,” Tyler snapped at his friend.                                        
    “What? Are you jealous, Tyler? I thought you said we were just 'screwing around', so why do you care if I screw someone else?”
    “You’re brother said that you don’t screw around.”
    “What? When did you talk to my brother?” I asked, caught off-guard by the mention of Jonathan.
    “This morning, when I was leaving your bed ,” he said loud enough for everyone around to hear.
    “Oh.”
    “Yeah, I ran into him in the hallway and he said I'm the only guy you've ever brought home.”
    “Maybe I just like to fuck guys at their places.”
    “No, you don’t,” he said, shaking his head with a cocky grin, and taking a step closer toward my chair.    
    “How would you know?”
    “Because you were tight as fuck our first time. You hadn’t been with anyone in a long, long time. Are you sure I didn't actually pop your cherry?”
    My jaw came unhinged that he'd say that in public, especially since it was the truth. Before him the other night, I hadn't fucked anyone in probably a year or more. After dealing with perverts all weekend, and getting paid to blow men to keep a roof over our head, sex had mostly lost its appeal. At least until this sexy bastard came along.
    “You arrogant asshole,” I said, sliding out of my chair to get in his face, or at least look up at his face. “Maybe your cock was just too damn big,” I said, poking a finger in his chest. I realized right away that probably wasn’t the best come back, but it was too late. The man flustered me like no other. 
    “Oh baby, my cock fit just fine, and I know you liked it. How many times did I make you come on my cock? Was it four or five times that night?” he asked, grabbing my hand that was pointing to his chest and gently forcing it behind my back. Then he shocked the hell out of me when he grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, kissing me senseless.
    My free hand went to his chest to push him away but instead it took an unexpected detour to the back of his neck, holding him to me. He moaned in approval as our tongues plunged hungrily and familiarly in and out of each other’s mouths.
    Tyler’s grip on my ass was so tight our entire bodies rubbed against each other. I was swept away with him, forgetting where we were standing or that we had observers. Then it hit me. He was