All In: Paying His Way (Gambling With Love)

by Lane Hart

  Chapter Eleven

  Maggie

  How could I go from one extreme of emotion to the other in a matter of hours? Waking up with Jordan was amazing. Him telling me to sleep in the guest bedroom, not so much. Instead, I curl up on the sofa across from Camden’s pack and play that Jordan bought and had set up when we got here this morning.

  Since I don’t want to sleep in a dark, strange room alone, I’ve got a lamp on and the television on mute to keep me company.

  I drift off to sleep eventually and wake to Camden’s cries. Quickly, getting to my feet before he wakes Jordan, I scoop him up and lay him on the floor to change his diaper.

  “Shh, little man. Let me get you dry before you eat,” I whisper to him. If I don’t change him now, he’ll fall asleep when eating; and then I’ll have to wake him up to do it before I put him back down in his portable crib, which will wake him up all over again.

  “Maggie,” Jordan says from the hallway, startling me. “I told you I would get up with Camden so you could sleep.”

  “It’s fine,” I tell him, unable to even glance in his direction. “Go back to sleep.”

  His sudden rejection this afternoon hurt me. I’m not sure what led to it. We were talking about him fighting with his brother, and then we were talking about my and Jason’s past. I guess Jordan decided he didn’t want to keep fighting with his brothers over me, which I completely understand, even if it does suck. I just wish he would explain that to me instead of just giving me the brushoff.

  I wait for Jordan to go back to bed, but instead he plops down in the recliner that’s his usual seat. It’s his house, so I can’t make him go back to bed.

  Finished with Camden’s diaper, I pull down his gown and swaddle him back up in his blanket. Getting to my feet, I take the corner of the sofa seat and don’t think twice about lifting my shirt to feed him. Only after he latches on do I feel a tad embarrassed exposing myself to Jordan after what happened with him earlier today. Earlier, when Jordan was the one sucking on my breasts. My nipples tingle with the memory, and warmth spreads through my lower belly. I don’t allow myself to even look at Jordan since I can only assume he’s thinking about the same thing.

  “Um, could you hand me a blanket?” I ask, wanting to cover myself up.

  Jordan doesn’t respond; but from the corner of my eye, I see him move toward the pack and play, and then he’s standing in front of me.

  “Thanks,” I say, finally looking up at him when I accept the blue blanket. I shouldn’t have done that. In nothing but shorts, he’s too beautiful and perfect, with a chest and abs I want to run my fingernails and tongue down.

  Still towering over me, Jordan’s eyes lower to my exposed breast. With the back of his knuckle, he reaches over and gently strokes Camden’s cheek while he nurses. His touch is so close to my skin that my body practically trembles with need. I need his hands and his mouth on me, but he rejected me, kicked me out of his bed. So why is he torturing me like this?

  “Goodnight, Jordan,” I dismiss him with exasperation when I use the blanket to cover up my chest.

  “Night, Mags,” he says on a sigh before he turns around and walks back to his room.

  …

  Jordan

  It’s the middle of the night, and here I am taking a shower. When I step underneath the warm water, I don’t make it cooler. Instead, I fist my hard, aching cock and start stroking it to the image of Maggie on my bed, naked, even though I’ve never seen her naked, only from the waist up. For this, though, I need her naked. Naked and begging me to touch her, to pleasure her. Oh, yeah. I would lick her pussy until she’s soaking wet and right on the very edge before sinking my cock inside of her, bareback, to feel her hot, tight pussy squeeze my cock like my hand’s squeezing it right now. Her pussy would be so much better. While I fuck her, I would take her nipple into my mouth and suck on it so hard I would taste her sweet milk again, until she comes so hard she bucks underneath me with the force of her orgasm. Her fingernails would dig into my ass, urging me to fuck her harder, deeper until I can’t take anymore and my cock jerks with my own release.

  “Fuck,” I groan as my balls draw up tight, and I pump my cock faster until cum spills over my fingers. The high from the endorphins lasts only seconds before the guilt hits, making me feel like a perverted jackass. I can’t keep thinking shit like this about Maggie or it’ll only make it harder for me to keep my hands off of her while she stays here. And I want her to keep staying here, not run off to who knows where with Camden because I can’t stop ogling her tits.

  Tomorrow is a new day, and I promise myself that I’ll get back on the straight and narrow when it comes to my thoughts about Maggie.

  …

  The next morning, I wake up early and head to the store. I buy an exact replica of the swing that was stolen, and then I stop by the cellular store to cancel the old number, and get Maggie another phone. Assholes. I hope the police find them, but I would rather have a shot at beating the shit out of them before they get arrested. Might have to ask Caleb if his buddy could arrange such a thing.

  When I walk into the house with my arms full, guess what Camden’s doing? Eating. That’s right, he eats nonstop. While it’s nice to see Maggie’s tits, it’s hell on my already low self-control.

  “Hey,” I say when I sit the big box down in the middle of the living room floor.

  “Jordan! Oh my gosh! You didn’t have to buy another one,” Maggie says when she sees the picture on the front.

  “Yeah, I did. He liked it, right?”

  “Well, yeah, but it cost so much…”

  “He liked it, and it’s not fair for him to go without because some dickheads stole the first one,” I explain.

  “Thank you. That’s so sweet,” she says, wiping at her eyes.

  “Here,” I tell her when I pull the cell phone from my pocket and offer it to her.

  “No, no, no!” she refuses with a shake of her head. “That is definitely too much, and I don’t even need a phone. I mean, you were the only person I talked to.”

  “I don’t have a house phone,” I explain to her. “And I want you to have it in case of an emergency, or if you need me or, um, anything while I’m at work.”

  I withhold the fact that I really liked texting her and playing word games with her during my downtime at work. So, the phone is actually more for my benefit than hers.

  “You didn’t have to buy an expensive one. One of those cheap, flip phones would’ve done the trick,” she argues, and then she renders me speechless by pulling Camden from her tit to burp him without covering up. I watch, completely captivated until she puts the first boob away and pulls out the other. Now, I need another cold shower, or maybe an ice bath. If my balls shrivel up and die, that should hopefully prevent my cock from getting hard, right? No, probably not.

  Needing to get out of the house before I attack her, I sit the refused phone beside her on the sofa and start for the door. “I’m gonna run a few errands. Be back later,” I say over my shoulder before I make my escape.

  Chapter Twelve

  Maggie

  After I put Camden down for his nap, I sit back down on the sofa to channel surf. I’d just found a marathon of Friends to keep me entertained for a few hours when the phone I haven’t touched since it was laid down, starts vibrating. Peeking over at it, I see that there’s a text message from Jordan. He must have added himself to the contact list already. I sigh in defeat before I pick it up to investigate. Just a few simple words and my heart races like a silly teenage girl getting a callback from her crush.

  “I’m gonna grab dinner. What do you want?”

  “I’m fine. Just get whatever you want,” I text back so as to not keep him waiting. His response is instantaneous.

  “You need to eat. What do you want?”

  “Whatever you get,” I tell him.

  His next reply makes me laugh out loud. “Okay, I’m getting frog legs with a side of liver. Sound good?”

  “Sure,” I
answer with a smile on my face. “Sounds delicious.”

  I smile even bigger when he sends the angry, red emoticon without any words.

  “I’m wasting gas, driving in circles, until you tell me something,” he says.

  “Something,” I reply even though it’s childish. I can’t help myself.

  His response is now three angry faces, making me giggle.

  “Pizza?” he asks.

  “Sure.”

  “What do you want on it?”

  “Anything.”

  “Okay, I’m gonna get big, fat anchovies.”

  “That’s fine. I can pick them off,” I say and get another angry face in response.

  Half an hour later, Jordan walks in with a big cardboard box that smells delicious. When he opens the lid and barks at me to eat, I grab a plate to dig in. Only cheese and pepperonis, thank goodness. When I look up, Jordan’s watching me with a smirk.

  “They forgot the anchovies,” he says.

  “Oh, that’s too bad,” I tease.

  We eat on the sofa in silence, the television on in the background. “You can change the channel. I’ve seen all these episodes before,” I tell him.

  “Nah, it’s fine. I’m about to get to work putting that swing together. Should be a piece of cake this time.”

  “Was it a pain before?” I ask.

  “Not too bad, once I read the instructions.”

  He throws his plate away, and then gets down on his knees in the floor. Watching him is much more entertaining than what’s on TV. His jeans fit perfectly in all the right places, especially over his nice ass. The plain gray t-shirt he’s wearing puts his thick biceps on display and hints at the long, muscular lines of his back.

  I want him so much it hurts, especially because he doesn’t want me.

  …

  Jordan

  The next few days are torture. Every time I turn around I see the woman's tits. Her kid eats all the fucking time. At night, I convinced her to pump and let me get up at least for one feeding so she can get several hours of uninterrupted sleep. The rest is doing her good because each day she looks more like the young, beautiful girl she was before she became a single mother.

  The night following Maggie's six-week check-up is the worst. Knowing she's likely been cleared to have sex makes it impossible for me to think about anything else.

  She cooked us pork chops for dinner tonight. For almost a week we’ve had this considerate, comfortable Cleaver family routine going on. I go to work early every morning, while she stays home, taking care of Camden, keeping my house spotless and cooking me breakfast and dinner. Usually I take leftovers that she packs me for lunch. Without me asking, she slips in some type of sweet for dessert like a few cookies or a slice of leftover pie. Yes, she makes them from scratch. The simple thoughtfulness always reminds me of my mom and the way she would do the same thing when she packed my school lunches.

  Maggie’s spoiling me. Having her live with me is so nice and perfect and so fucking frustrating that I want to pull my hair out. The urge to touch her or kiss her whenever she’s sitting across from me at the table or on the other end of the sofa watching girly shows like the Bachelor is nearly overwhelming. I only put up with the crap TV because I know she likes it. Every night, after she puts Camden down in the guest room where he sleeps with her, she returns to the living room, sinks down onto the sofa, and releases a heavy sigh. I barely refrain from attacking her, pouncing on her, just from that single sound. I’ve been forced to keep my jeans on instead of pajama bottoms to hide the constant state of arousal she has me in.

  "Do you want me to fix you a plate to take to work tomorrow?" Maggie asks tonight after we finish eating dinner.

  "Sure. Thanks." I try to limit my responses to one-word answers. Less likely I'll say shit I shouldn't like Take off your shirt or Come sit on my lap. Unfortunately, I just can't help myself and have to ask the burning question I didn’t text because I wanted to hear it face-to-face. "Everything go okay at the doctor?"

  "Yeah," she says with her back to me, stretching to reach a plastic container high in the cabinet. The move lifts her shirt, exposing the skin around her lower back. "I've lost down to my pre-pregnancy weight, probably because of all the breastfeeding, so that's good."

  I finally decide to take pity on her instead of just ogling her ass in the short shorts. Stepping up behind her, I easily grab the Tupperware container; but at the same time, I'm left plastered to her sexy backside. Ah, fuck, it feels so nice that I can't immediately make my feet take a step back. No, instead my cock starts to lengthen in my jeans, and my palm reaches out without my permission to sneak up the front of Maggie's shirt, caressing her stomach. She gasps and freezes at the contact. Neither of us move for several long seconds, other than my fingertips following along her waistband. It’s not enough. I want to shove my hand down the front of her cotton shorts and plunge two fingers inside her tight heat to get her ready for my cock.

  "Sleep in my bed tonight,” I say into her hair. It smells so sweet and delicious like flowers.

  “I-I don’t think that’s a, ah, good idea, Jordan,” she stammers.

  “Well, I disagree. I think it’s a great idea,” I tell her.

  When she doesn’t try and push me away or move out of my arms, I slide my hands up her sides and cup both of her tits through her thin, crisscrossing breastfeeding bra. Doing what it was made for, it’s no effort at all to yank the material down and free both of her heavy breasts.

  “I want you so damn much, Maggie. Let me make love to you tonight.”

  My words are like magic, causing her tense body to instantly relax and melt in my arms with her soft moan. The sound breaks what little is left of my restraint. I spin her around and kiss her desperately, unable to hold back all the pent up need for her that’s been killing me for six long days. Six fucking nights that I’ve laid in my bed, tossing and turning, when I wanted nothing more than to go into my guest bedroom, and climb into bed with her.

  Lowering my hands to her ass, I lift her off the ground. For a second I consider sitting her on the counter, but decide I’d rather have her in my bed so we can stretch out and I can kiss every inch of her. Her arms go around my neck, and her legs wrap tightly around my waist when I start down the hall.

  “Wait. Camden…” she says when she pulls her mouth from mine.

  “He’s sound asleep. We’ve got, what, an hour before he wakes up to eat?” I ask her, my eyes lowering to her breasts that I can’t wait to devour.

  “Yeah, I-I guess so.”

  “He’ll be fine,” I assure her when she looks over my shoulder toward the bedroom where he’s sleeping. “Now let me take care of you.”

  When her big, indigo eyes meet mine again, I want to kick my own ass for giving her time to think. I can see the doubt swirling around in them before she opens her mouth.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, not taking another step when she starts worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. My bedroom is so close I can see it, but she’s putting on the brakes for whatever reason.

  “I just…we shouldn’t. You’re so hot and cold, and then I’ll be hurt and confused, sleeping in the guest room again. I need to find my own place,” she lowers her eyes when she pauses in her rambling. I feel her pulling away, literally and figuratively, her hands loosening their hold on my neck.

  “No, you don’t,” I tell her. My jaw clenches, hating the idea of her and Camden leaving. “I want you to stay here with me, in my bed, every night.”

  “But, that’s not what you said –”

  “I know, and I’m an idiot,” I reply. “You have no idea how hard it’s been, knowing you’re right down the hall. I want you so fucking much, but I just…I shouldn’t want you. Not if you and Jason –”

  “Jason and I tried for more than four years to be together. It’s not gonna happen. I know that now, and not even having a baby with him will change the fact that he’s an asshole and we just aren’t meant for each other.”

 
“Are you sure?” I ask. “Because if there’s a chance…”

  “I’m sure,” she says. “And this is what I want, with you, as long as tomorrow or next week you don’t kick me out of your bed. I mean…if you change your mind that’s fine, but I’m not going back to staying in your guest room if this doesn’t work. I’ll have to find somewhere else, because that’ll be too hard –”

  I kiss her to shut her up and carry her the rest of the way to my room. “I want you to stay here,” I tell her when I lay her on the bed. I lower my body so that it covers hers entirely, bracing my weight on my forearms on either side of her head. Looking down at her, the doubt is still there in her blue eyes, but lessening. “You don’t have to worry about me changing my mind. I never changed my mind. I just didn’t want to be with you if you were still hung up on him. But this is what I want, for us to be together.”

  “Okay,” she says quietly. “I don’t deserve you, your kindness or…or this, but I want it, more than anything.”

  “Yes, you do deserve it. I can’t wait to show you how you should be treated.”

  I press my lips to hers again, softly at first to let her set the pace. Her palms skim down my back and reach for the hem of my t-shirt to raise it over my head. I follow her lead, pushing her shirt up and taking it off when she sits up and lifts her arms. Seeing her heavy tits, still hanging free of her bra cups when I released them earlier, dissolves all my intentions to go slow. My mouth waters, and I finally do what I’ve been fantasizing about all week. I cover her entire nipple, taking as much of her tit as I can fit in my mouth. Maggie whimpers and squirms underneath me while I suck and lick one breast, simultaneously weighing and squeezing the other one. With my free hand, I jerk her shorts and panties down her legs until she can kick them off. While her breasts are divine, I’m dying to taste her somewhere else. I kiss my way down her stomach, lifting her thighs over my shoulders to open her to me.

  “Jordan…wait,” Maggie gasps, raising up on her elbows when I kiss inside of her thigh. I look at her but don’t move my mouth. Her pussy is only inches away, so close I can smell her sweet arousal.