Free All In: Paying to Play (Gambling With Love) by Lane Hart

fucking taste. Preferably Zack.       
    "You're wrong about her being a frigid bitch, Jake,” Zack finally says with a smirk. “Her pussy is so damn hot, I think she burned my tongue."
    "Fuck you," I snarl, unable to look away from Addy's pussy as I imagine myself eating her, fucking her. She glances over at me with an expression I can't decipher, confusion or embarrassment maybe, before she climbs on top of Zack, now flashing me her incredible ass. Going right for his cock, she doesn’t waste time yanking his black boxer-briefs down to pull it out and cover him with her mouth. 
    Despite my cock swelling so hard I see starbursts in my vision, Zack doesn’t make a sound, and watching his face he doesn’t even look like he’s enjoying himself. In fact, he looks stricken, wincing as if he’s uncomfortable. Like Addy’s a disgusting ninety-year-old woman he’s forced to endure, not a hot as fuck temptress any man would eagerly beg to have suck him off. Then I remember him bitching about his cock not always working lately, making me snicker. The almighty Zack Bradford can’t get his dick up when a gorgeous woman is trying her best to blow him.
    "Sorry, sweetheart, but it looks like you're shit out of luck. His cock is broken," I tell Addy to try to convince her to stop torturing me.  
    "Take your peeping Tom ass out of here," she quickly replies in dismissal without a backward glance in my direction. "Maybe he doesn't like having an asshole audience."
    "Oh, darling, you have no idea how many women we've watched each other fuck, and fucked at the same time. He just doesn't want you." I blurt out the words to hurt her before getting the hell out of there.

Chapter Nine
    Addison
    I quickly try and blink away the tears in my eyes before they fall.
    "Addison, he's full of shit," Zack freaking Bradford assures me while running his hand through his perfect sandy blonde hair. "You're a beautiful woman, and I…he's right about my cock being broken. I just can't get out of my own head..."
    Shocked and embarrassed doesn't even begin to describe how I feel at this moment, in a bed with the sexiest man on the planet. A man who isn't attracted to me. He doesn’t want me and Jake hates me. It's turning into a great night. But if Zack is actually telling the truth, it's not me, then what's the problem? He wants someone else? Trying to push my emotions aside and think logically, there's no way a guy like him would openly admit to having erectile dysfunction if he could just say he thinks I'm ugly. And since he's only in his mid-twenties, in the best shape of his life, it must be an emotional issue rather than a physical problem resulting in his inability to get an erection.                                       
    "Is it that blonde woman?" I ask him, hoping for some explanation to heal my bruised ego. "The one you've been seen making out with everywhere?" Next to Jake and me in the Lifestyles section of the paper, there have been a ton of photos of Zack and a beautiful little blonde woman. The way the couple have been seen making out like they’re two seconds away from tearing each other's clothes off, why the heck is he here with me instead of with her?
    I climb up the bed, lying on my stomach next to him, waiting for his response and praying I'm right.
    "The stubborn woman refused to date me, so I pursued her until I convinced her, or basically bribed her, to go on a handful of dates with me. Then she fucks me a few times before suddenly kicking me out of her apartment. Oh, and after that, I got the whole, 'let's just be friends' spiel. Just now, I gave in to my better judgment and went by her place and saw her leaving on a date with some asshole!" The long, rambling speech comes gushing out of his mouth like he's been thinking about her for a while. He actually seems really upset and genuinely confused by her rejection. He's not the only one.
    "Wow. What's wrong with her?" I ask in