All In: Paying to Play (Gambling With Love) (9 page)

Jake

After my shower, I go over to the stadium to watch some films to prepare for Sunday's game. They gave us the day off from practice since we had to travel over the weekend.

As soon as I can, I head home to wait for Addy in bed. Even though I want to jerk off to how good this morning was, and last night, I keep my hand off my dick. Barely.

Finally I hear the front door open and close. Addy appears in the doorway a minute later in her sexy white pants suit and what must be a brown bag of Chinese food, according to her text. Perfect.

"Get naked and come sit on my face," I say in greeting.

She scoffs with a hand on her hip. "No,
hi, how was your day
?"

"You can tell me about your day while you ride my face. Now get naked, sweet cheeks."

With one last raised eyebrow, she finally starts stripping out of her suit. Down to her panties. Finally gorgeously naked.

When she steps closer to the bed I grab her and haul her on top of me, sliding down until my mouth's right below her pussy. I flick my tongue over her mound. "So how was your day?" I ask before thrusting my tongue inside her.

"Oh!" she moans, grabbing the headboard and trying to raise up off of me, but my hands grip her thighs keep her in place.

"Well?" I prompt her when she doesn't say anything else.

"Um, my nine-thirty I rushed in for was late...
oh fuck
!"

"That bastard."

"At lunch...
oh God
! I had to visit...
ah
...
ah
a woman who got committed over the weekend."

"She batshit crazy?" I ask before I go back to tongue fucking her.

"Yes!" she exclaims either as her answer or because she's getting close. I reach up and grab a handful of her perfect bouncing tits when she starts grinding her pussy down on my mouth all on her own. Slipping my fingers inside her, I keep working her clit over with my tongue. Her gasping moans come faster before she shouts my name and her entire body trembles.

I can't take anymore. I need to fuck her right this second. Reaching beside me, I grab the condom I laid out in bed earlier in preparation and roll it down my swollen cock before lifting Addy and impaling her on it.

"Goddamn!" I shout once I'm buried deep in her tight heat. Muttering something I don't understand, she falls forward on my chest, kissing me while sliding her pussy up and down my shaft. Her incredible ass cheeks fit perfectly in my palms as I move her faster. When she raises up and rolls her hips I about explode. Her back arches, eyes closed, her midnight hair streaming over her amazing tits. She's the sexiest fucking woman I've ever seen and I'm seconds away from coming.  

Then something strange happens. Addy blinks her eyes open and looks down at me. The emotion I see in those golden depths makes my chest ache. And I know that in that moment she's seeing all of me like no one else ever has before. There's no way to hide the fact that I care about her, and the vulnerability is unfamiliar and scary. The idea of losing her, of not being with her is unimaginable. We might yell and bitch at each other but at the end of the day this…connection between us is all that matters.

"Addy," I say because those other words, the ones I've never said before are too much, too soon. Once they're spoken I can't take them back, and there's no reason to put myself out there when she may never feel the same about me. 

Sitting up, I thread my fingers through the back of her hair to pull her mouth to mine. Instead, I’ll just have to try and show her how I feel.

Addison

At lunchtime I'm still smiling as I think about the night before with Jake. And this morning in the shower before I left for work. I've never felt this way about anyone, not that I've had many relationships other than a few in college. Is this even a relationship? Despite the fact that the man can drive me nuts, I still want to be in his arms at night and see him first thing every morning.

When I walk into my dad's suite, I wave to the secretary and head back to his office. Just being on the floor reminds me of that damn nightmare. The one where I was trapped in here while it flooded. The thought makes me shiver.

Stopping in his doorway, my dad waves me on in as he finishes his phone call. I look around his office, admiring the plaques on the walls while I wait. After talking to someone about a document subpoena for a few minutes he finally hangs up.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?" I ask. He left me a voicemail this morning telling me to stop by the office as soon as I was free.

He sighs and leans back in his leather chair, steepling his index fingers on his chest. "It's about your contract with Young."

So he’s going to bitch about me and Jake. Great. If I had known that’s what this was about I wouldn’t have bothered coming by. He could’ve just lectured me on the phone. “Okay?” I ask to get it over with.

"He broke it, so he’s done," he says simply.

"Wh-what do you mean? You're going to end his football contract just because he touched me? You can't be serious."

"No. Not for touching you." His words hangs in the air and the sympathetic look on his face makes my heart race.

"So-so who did he touch?" I make myself ask the question.

"I'm sorry, Addison. I know you've grown...fond of the man for some unknown reason. But I warned you this would happen."

He didn't answer my question, so I ask it again. My throat burns with unshed tears as I wait for his response.

"My assistant Holly."

All the air rushes out of my lungs. Holly. Thank God, it's just her. "So what?" I ask. "That was weeks ago, before we had an agreement-"

"It was yesterday," he interrupts.

"Yesterday!" I exclaim. Yesterday? The day we woke up in bed together and he had to have me before I left for work? Yesterday when he was waiting for me in bed when I got home? My stomach does a shaky cartwheel and I suddenly feel sick, knowing that he was with another woman and then came home and fucked me. How could he? I thought he actually gave a shit about me. Actually I was almost certain he did in his strange macho way. Maybe...maybe this is all a mistake. She could be lying. I need to confront him, ask him point blank to hear his side of it.

"And you just believe her? How do you know she's telling the truth?" I ask, trying to give Jake the benefit of doubt.

"There's a video of them in the conference room." His words puncture deep into my chest before slicing it wide open. "Do you want to see it?"

See the man I've been with? The one I can't get enough of? Can’t stop thinking about with another woman? I choke out a sound of disbelief and try to blink the moisture in my eyes away. "No, I don't want to see it."

"I'm sorry he hurt you. But don't worry. He's going to get what's coming to him. I have an appointment with Jerry in the morning. He's finished."

"What? No, dad. You can't do that to him," I say in a panic, surprising myself. At the moment I absolutely hate him, but football is everything to him. His parents...losing his contract would destroy him. Even if he is an asshole I don't want to do that to him.

"He was under strict orders and he broke them."

"Please don't," I beg.

My dad crosses his arms over his chest. "I don't have a choice-"

"Yes you do!"

"Fine," he mutters after several seconds of silence. "We'll terminate his contract with you and I'll give him one last warning."

I nod my agreement. "Okay. Thank you."

"I'll make sure your compensation is deposited into your account by the end of the week."

"Compensation?" I ask in confusion.

"The one-hundred thousand dollars as agreed upon."

I shake my head before I can respond. "No, I don't want it. I don't want a penny from him," I say before I leave the office in tears.

Jake

Practice today was brutal, but thinking about seeing Addy when I get home perks me up. And remembering this morning...I sure as shit could get used to waking up with her underneath me, her nails clawing my back as I thrust deep inside her.

My smile that’s been a permanent fixture on my face all day slips when I see
him
waiting for me. Fucking Satan.

"What do you want?" I ask with an annoyed huff when I come to a stop in front of the smarmy lawyer.

"I warned you to keep your hands off of her," he answers with narrowed eyes. Eyes the same whisky color as Addy’s.

"Last I checked she's a grown-ass woman who can make her own damn decisions about who puts their hands on her," I respond through clenched teeth.

"Stay away from her or I'm ending your career in the NFL."

It takes all of the self-restraint I have, every last ounce, to not pound this man's head in with the helmet I'm gripping to death in my fist.

"Fuck you," I snarl because I'm not buying his bullshit. He may not like me with Addy, but I could care less. After I walk past him he hurls his last threat at me.

"If that's your decision, then I'm meeting with Jerry tomorrow morning to show him the videos. You're done, and for what exactly? Addison already said she can't wait for it to be over. She just wants you to pay her as agreed.”

“You’re lying,” I respond immediately. After the last few days…Addy wouldn’t just up and leave me. Would she?

“Why do you think she agreed to do this? For the money. It’s the only reason. She's going to use the hundred grand to open her own clinic.”

No. That’s impossible. She wouldn’t. I need to call her, to go home and see her. Maybe she can tell her dad to fuck off.

I rush to the locker room and change, not even bothering to waste the five minutes it takes for a shower. As soon as I’m in my car I try to call Addy but it keeps going to voicemail. She’s probably just busy or left her phone in her purse.

My first real dose of fear slams into me when I pull up and her car is not in the driveway. Maybe she had to work late. Walking through the front door the house feels…different. Empty. No, no, no.

I look in her room first and it’s been cleared out. Heading to mine there’s nothing of hers left. Not a single thing. Even all the girly shit in the bathroom has disappeared. That’s it then. She’s fucking done with me.

I’ll be damned if I'm going to let her give up that easily.

“Fuck!” I yell to the lonely space when I realize I don’t even know where the hell she lives. At least I know where she works.

…

Addison

I’m a fucking mess. A ridiculous, cliché hot mess. Last night I ate an entire frozen cheesecake while watching romantic comedies that made me cry instead of laugh. All I’m missing is a diary to drone on and on about this inner angst and then my regression back into a teenage girl will be complete.

I’m scrubbing my hands over my sore, swollen eyes when Sandy, our receptionist, buzzes my phone.

“Yes?” I call out over the speaker since I’m too lazy to pick up the receiver.

“Dr. James, you have a walk-in that was wondering if you could squeeze him in today,” she replies in her pleasant, soft spoken voice.

I pull up the calendar on my phone since I have no idea what my schedule is. Seeing I have half an hour before the next one, I give in.

“Sure, I’ll be right out,” I say. Just as soon as I get my shit together. “What’s their name so I can pull the file up?”

“Um, I’m sorry, sir, what was your name again?” I hear her ask the patient. “Oh, it’s Mr. Reckshun.”

Reckshun. No. “Hugh G.?” I shout the question.

“Yes, that’s him,” she says sweetly.

“Oh hell no! Tell him to get the fuck out of the office and not to ever come back!” I scream at the phone. Sandy gasps on the other side, probably shocked by my unexpected, unusual outburst. She clears her throat and then begins a nicer version of my response. “Sir, unfortunately Dr. James is extremely busy…no, sir, you can’t just go back there. Sir!”

Shit! I stand up from my computer chair but before I can lock the door it blows wide open. Seeing him…knowing what he did…
who
he did…And he has the nerve to show up here? I want nothing more than to slap the ever loving shit out of him for hurting me. Which reminds me of the last time I hit him. How he’d then bent me over the hood of his car and spanked my ass. How I'd liked it.

“Get out,” I say as calmly as my shaking body will allow. He just stands there, taking up the whole door frame with his huge, muscular body. His chest is heaving like he’s as pissed as I am, his fists clenched tightly at his side. Despite my loathing of him, no one should look as good as he does in a white Wildcats Henley tee and jeans.

“Not until you tell me why the fuck you bailed on me so goddamn fast.”

His question has me reeling. “Are you serious?” I scoff. “What did you expect me to do after finding out you’ve been fucking someone else?”

The lines on his forehead crinkle when he acts like he doesn’t know what I’m referring to. Oh God. Maybe he doesn't know because he's been with more than just Holly.

“What are you talking about, Addy? I haven’t fucked anyone else.”

I wince at my nickname that always sounded so damn sweet before. Now though… Screw him.

“That’s not what Holly says. Or what the cameras caught,” I respond with my hands braced on my hips because they’re shaking.

“Holly?” he asks. “Who the fuck is…oh.” His mouth falls open in understanding. That’s right. You’re so busted, you bastard! 

“Yeah,
oh
,” I repeat.

“Why do you give a shit about her?” he asks, rubbing a hand over his head like he really doesn’t get it.

“Seriously, Jake? Did you think I wouldn’t care that you were fucking her?”

“Now you’re just acting crazy,” he says, pissing me off even more. “That was before you and I even met.”

“Oh, so we just met the day before yesterday?” I ask.

“What the fuck are you talking about, because I’m really damn confused?”

“I know you screwed her Wednesday, after you were with me that morning and then you came home and fucked me again like nothing happened!” I yell.

“Addy, I haven't been with her Wednesday or any other day since we met. I swear,” he says softly, coming off so sincere that I want to throw something heavy at his lying face.

“The video says otherwise.”

“What video? Because I know for a fact that there is no video since after you and I met!” he exclaims. “What’s going on, Addy? Why would you think I’ve been with her when I’ve spent every fucking minute since we met wanting you, you infuriating woman?”

“She told my dad. He has the video-”

“That son of a bitch!” he yells and I bristle at the insult. “He’s lying to you!”

I gasp at the accusation. “No he’s not!”

“Yes he is! How can you not see it, Addy? He lied to me. He told me you wanted out, that you just wanted the money. But I know you, and you don’t give two shits about the money.”

I lower my eyes since that’s not exactly true. It’s not like I’ve thought about it since we started hooking up, and now I don’t want a penny from him.

“Addy? Tell me he was lying. That you could care less about the fucking money.”

“I was going to use it to start my own practice-” I begin explaining, but he explodes.

“Oh my God! It’s fucking true, isn’t it?”

“That was before. Now I don’t want a dime from you.”

“Fuck you and him,” Jake yells. “He’s the only reason I ended up with
you
instead of Holly in the first fucking place!” Then he storms out of the office.