Free All In: Betting on a Full House (Gambling With Love) by Lane Hart Page A

Sunday?"
    "Yeah. I hope so."
    Leaving Jess's apartment I tried to think of what I'd do to get through the next three days without being able to see her, knowing a bunch of men would be looking at her dancing naked.

Chapter Twelve
     
    Jess
     
    Ugh. Tyler was right. I should have taken the weekend off, but I couldn't. I needed the money and it's not like I'd actually had a medical procedure. Although it did feel strange stripping now that I knew I had two kids inside me. The whole thing was somehow … inappropriate. Regardless of how I felt, I had work to do. I put on my cowboy boots, hat and white t-shirt, then it was show time.
    Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me came over the speakers, indicating it was my turn. I strutted out on stage, feeling as though everyone could see my pregnancy, which was ridiculous. They would be able to soon, but right now my children were nothing more than blips on an ultrasound.
    I finished my routine, which consisted of letting a man from the audience pour a bottle of bubbly over my chest, soaking my white t-shirt, before I removed it, then headed for a quick shower. Instead of the shirt, I redressed in a white thong bikini with my brown cowgirl hat and boots, then went out to mingle with the customers to try and sell a few private dances.
    I couldn't hide the surprise on my face when I looked up and saw Will and Dylan watching me from one of the tables.
    "Well, look what the pussy cat dragged in," I said when I approached them.
    "Hey Je-" Will started but I interrupted him.
    "It's Eve, and only Eve here guys."
    Both of their cute little faces blushed. Their shyness was really adorable.
    "So what'd you think of my routine?" I asked, just to frazzle them more. Both of them blushed even harder. 
    "It was awesome. Especially the whole upside down thing … you know on the pole," Will said, staring at my barely covered breasts.
    "I like the boots," Dylan remarked, his eyes continuing to move up and down my body like hijacked elevators.
    I looked down at the brown cowboy boots, the only thing I kept on during the performance and shrugged. "Yeah, all guys have a thing for boots or high heels. Something about imagining them wrapped around their waist while fucking."
    Heat lit up their gazes like firecrackers, pulling a laugh from me. The fact that my naked body aroused men didn't bother me quite as much anymore. It was something I'd learned to deal with a long time ago. Not that it would arouse anyone much longer. Soon I'd be fat, and have stretch marks. Oh fuck .
    "How about a round of beers on me tonight? I owe you for all those shots the other weekend," I told them.
    "Yeah, how did you manage to get home? You were blitzed."
    Now it was my turn to blush. "Tyler and I caught a cab." And he knocked me up , I thought but didn't share.
    "So are the two of you ..." Will inquired, and his eyes lowered to the thin scrap of material between my legs.           
    "Still fucking? Yes."
    "He's a good guy, and I'm sure you're more than just a fuck buddy to him." Right, I was still just Lauren's stand in.
    "Uh-huh," I responded. "Buds okay?"
    "Daughtry's would be even better," Dylan said with a big smile.
    "You guys like the local brewery?" I asked in surprise. They looked at each other and then nodded. "Huh. Daughtry Lite is my favorite too. I'll grab a round and be right back."
    I went to the bar and started to get three bottles before remembering I couldn’t drink. Fuck, part of my job involved letting men buy me drinks during the night. I went for a water instead and carried the three drinks back to the table.
    "Thanks Je- I mean Eve," Dylan cringed and caught his slip-up.
    "You're welcome." I sat down in the empty chair at their table and both of their jaws dropped.
    "What?"
    "You're going to sit with us?"
    "Ah, yeah. Is that okay or am I cramping your style?" I asked, opening my water.
    "God no," Will answered. "Staying sober tonight?" he asked, nodding to my bottle.
    "Yeah. Learned my