Free All In: Double or Nothing by Lane Hart

be awkward for you to be around me.” I could feel the flush of embarrassment heating my cheeks.
    Tyler reached up and grabbed my face, making me look at him. His cobalt blue eyes sparkled from the street light shining through the living room window.
    “Lauren, fuck, I'm not going to lie. I don't know if I can keep my hands off of you. It’s killing me to see you with him, and God, to hear you with him-”
    I covered his mouth with mine, stopping him mid-sentence. He didn’t hesitate, and our tongues intertwined with desperation. He pulled me on top of him, so that my legs straddled his hips, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I couldn’t hold in my moan as his erection pushed between my legs, throbbing against me through his shorts.
    “Do you feel how much I want you?” he asked, pulling my hips down onto him, making me gasp as he rubbed me along his erection.
    “God yes,” I whispered against his mouth. 
    “But I’m not … Lauren, we can’t,” he said, pulling away and breathing heavily.
    “Can’t or won’t, Tyler?” I leaned back to ask him.
    “Me or him, Lauren?” he asked with a frown.
    I wanted to say him, but I couldn’t. I liked being with Caleb too much.
    “That’s what I thought,” he said. He raised me up like I weighed nothing and sat me beside him on the couch so he could stand up. “You should probably head back to his bed.”
    “Tyler wait …”
    “Damn it, please just stay here. You're not safe at your apartment, and I promise to keep my distance, despite how much I want you. But you can’t have us both, and I'm not going to screw you behind Caleb's back,” he said, then he was gone.

Chapter Ten
     
    Tyler
     
    I worked all day Wednesday and Thursday, avoiding Lauren and Caleb as much as possible. But Thursday night I couldn’t talk myself out of going to the club. I wanted to see her, and hoped she would keep to her offer of a private lap dance.
    If one of my superior officers found out I was at Infinity’s, there’d be hell to pay. It wasn’t down right prohibited, just frowned upon. They could frown all they wanted. I knew what I was doing wasn’t smart, and if I thought my balls had been blue before they were going to be in all sorts of pain afterwards, but I just couldn't resist seeing her.
    I pulled up to the club and headed inside, paid the cover charge, then found an empty table. I sat back and watched the girls come out one at a time on the stage while I ordered a beer. The club was just starting to fill up. Apparently Thursday nights did more business than one would think. I didn't have to wait long before Lauren came on.
    When she stepped out on the stage she sucked the oxygen out of the room. Wearing a slutty school girl uniform, her midriff was showing below her tied up, see through, white dress shirt, sans bra, and her plaid skirt was so short her perfect ass cheeks hung out. The white thigh high tights and four inch white heels, made it look like there was no end in sight to her damn legs. Her long blonde hair was braided in pigtails, just begging to be pulled while fucking her mouth. Which only brought the memory of Saturday morning front and center.
    I’d watched two other girls before her, both attractive in their own fake boob, nice body ways. But the men in the club could have cared less until Lauren stepped out. Of course they played the Britney Spears song made famous by a similar outfit. Fuck if I didn’t want Lauren to hit me baby one more time.
    I watched every hip sway, dip and grind, frozen in place, my cock swollen to capacity in my jeans. I took a brief second to glance around, and saw the same look of a lustful awe on every other man's face.
    Lauren did her provocative dance, losing her shirt and then skirt as the song went on, until she was only wearing the thigh highs and heels. Her long legs wound tightly around the pole as she did a few tricks, and I’d never been so jealous of a piece of brass. 
    When the song was almost over her