All In: Betting on a Full House (Gambling With Love) (17 page)

Jess

"That's the one! That's the one!" Lauren shouted.

I looked in the long mirrors and turned to the side to examine the strapless, satin and organza, white A-line gown. The snug, beaded and embroidered bodice hid the small baby bump that was forming along my lower abdomen. The chapel train was just the right length, not too long, and not too short.

I smiled. "I really do love this one. You think it's the one?"

"Oh yeah! Look at the way your face is all lit up. It's the one!"

I grabbed the hanging tag and steeled myself to look at the price. Originally four hundred, ninety-nine dollars but on clearance for one ninety-nine. Couldn't beat that.

"Alright. I agree, and it fits perfectly, which is nuts. With some heels even the length will work for my short ass."

I changed back into my work dress, then carried the beautiful dress up to the clerk with the pair of satin, strappy heels I'd picked out that matched.

"I'm all set," I told her and she started ringing me up.

"Oh, this is a great dress," she noted.

"Yeah, and if you can believe it, the fit is perfect, which is awesome because I'm getting married Friday night."

"Aw. Congratulations. Wait," she said putting the dress down on the counter and looking at me with her mouth hanging open. "It's you! The pregnant woman the police officer proposed to yesterday!"

"This is her!" Lauren confirmed excitedly.

"Holy crap. Melissa! Guess who's here! The pregnant woman that got proposed to by the police officer yesterday!"

My face flamed red in embarrassment. Not only did everyone know me, they knew I'd gotten knocked up outside of marriage.

"It
is
her! You are even prettier in person. So, it's all true? You really are getting married to that sexy cop?"

"Yep. This weekend in Vegas actually."

"Wow. Could you imagine the publicity we could get?" the first clerk asked the one named Melissa.

"Hold on one second," she said, walking off to call someone.

"Oh-kay."

"You're famous. It's cute," Lauren said from beside me.

"I should tell them how Tyler and I met," I joked and she cringed.

"Ooh, ooh. How did you meet?" Melissa overheard and asked.

I grinned at Lauren then went with the lie. "I was over at my best friend Lauren's house, and Tyler was there. He's her boyfriend's best friend. It was love at first sight."

"Aw. That's so sweet. I absolutely love your picture. I swoon every time I see it."

"Ah, thanks. It means a lot to me and Tyler, but I'm not sure I get why a picture of us went viral."

"Because you can see the love between the two of you, and it's like a fairytale romance, or something from a Hollywood movie," the woman said. "The fact that it really happened gives all us single girls hope that we might find a man like him, and a love like that someday."

"Oh…well thank you! I just figured everyone would think he's only marrying me because he knocked me up."

"God no! A man who feels forced to marry a woman he knocked up doesn't look that damn happy and horny. Your man looks like he just won the lottery, a lifetime supply of beer, and got the best blow job of his life, all on the same day."

Lauren and I busted out laughing at her assessment and hadn't recovered when the other clerk walked back up.

"So I just spoke to my supervisor and we'd like to give you these shoes and the dress free of charge."

"I'm sorry, what was that? I just had a hallucination."

"The dress and shoes are our compliments, as long as you let us advertise that the police officer's fiancée bought her dress here, and show pictures of the same one. And if anyone asks, you tell them it's from David's Bridal."

"Wow. That is awesome. I get three hundred dollars in free merchandise and I just need to tell anyone that asks where I got them, exactly what I would have said anyway?"

"Yes."

"Then ladies, you can tell the world that the pregnant police officer's fiancée shops here because you guys are awesome!" 

"You are very welcome! And one other thing," the clerk hesitated and blushed slightly. I thought
great, here comes the fine print
.

"Do you need any lingerie for your wedding night?"

"Damn right she does! Even though he'll tear it off her within five seconds," Lauren exclaimed before I'd processed the question. When I did, heat rushed south and pooled between my legs.

"Yes please," I squeaked out, and we all excitedly made our way over to the naughty section of the store. 

"So, off the record, is he as good in bed as he looks?" Melissa asked.

"No," I sighed. "He's even better. Oh and can I ask a favor? You can tell anyone you want I bought my dress here, but will you not show which one until after Friday. I want it to be a surprise for him."

"Of course, and we'll keep the details of the lingerie to ourselves too."

…

Tyler

"Could you please stop making out in public? Everyone is looking at us."

I pulled away from Jess with a smile after Jonathan's admonishment. We were at the airport with our friends and family, waiting to board our plane to Las Vegas.

"They're not looking because they're making out. They're looking and taking pictures because they're famous," Will laughed from his seat beside us in the waiting area outside of our gate. "Hell, I'm hoping that just being seen with this asshole will be enough to get me laid."

"Will! My brother is only fifteen, watch your mouth!" Jess scolded.

"Hey, I'm not the one with my tongue in someone else's mouth in front of him," he replied, making everyone laugh.

"I thought they'd be over us by now. This is crazy," I told them.

The media hadn't calmed down much, what with Jess getting her dress and the store telling the world, and then the news of our plans for the weekend wedding kept things rolling right along. I was a little concerned we'd be noticed when we got married. Which was in just a few hours, and I couldn't fucking wait.

"How long until we get there?" I asked Jess, brushing my lips against her ear and making her shiver.

"Eight hours, but with the time difference when we get there it'll only seem like five hours," she replied.

"Too long," I groaned then kissed her again, tuning out everything and everyone else.

"Um, guys. Sorry to interrupt, but our flight's been boarding for like fifteen minutes and they'll be closing the gate soon without us," Lauren said, pulling me from Jess.

"Fine, I can't wait to join the mile high club. Come on baby," I told Jess. as we got up and followed Lauren and Caleb. Her cheeks instantly turned red.

"Tyler!"

"Lauren and Caleb are the only ones in earshot, and they're probably thinking the same thing."

"Damn right," Caleb said without turning around.

"TMI!" Jess exclaimed.

I pulled out our boarding passes, and showed them to the flight attendant.

"Oh-my-gosh! It's you two! Are you on your way to get married?" she asked.

"Yeah. Tonight actually," I told her.

"Aw. Can I take your picture? You're too cute."

I looked at Jess and she gave a small nod and smile, so I wrapped my arm around her and we said cheese. And boy was I glad we'd been nice to the attendant.

"We've got a few extra seats in first class and would love to bump you up. There's more room and the bathrooms are more … comfortable," she said with a wink.

"Hell yes. That would be awesome."

"Thank you. That's so nice," Jess said, her face even redder.

We waited while she printed new boarding passes, then we went through and headed to coach to tell everyone where we'd be.

"There they are! I was afraid we were going to leave without you," my mom said.

"We made it, but guess what. They bumped us to first class, so you guys be good and we'll see you in a few hours," I told the group.

"Thank God. If I had to watch you two make out this whole flight I was going to throw up," Jonathan ranted from his seat between Nathan and Will's younger sister, Jules. I was a little surprised to see her, since Will's so protective of his younger, eighteen year old sister. And I knew from growing up with them that their family wasn't the wealthiest, so I hoped my parent's had bought her ticket too.  

"Jonathan, you and Nathan better behave back here," Jess warned the teenagers.

"Jules, you'll keep them in line, right?" I asked the pretty, innocent looking girl I'd known since she wore pigtails. I didn't envy the wrath of Will that'll come down on her future boyfriends. And from the looks the two younger boys were giving her, it seemed like they were already crushing on the slightly older woman.

"These two don't seem like trouble. Besides, I’m sure Will and Dylan are going to babysit all three of us," she said with an eye-roll. My two friends did both seem to be carefully watching the trio from their seats across the aisle.

"Come on, baby, let's go find our … seats," I told Jess, pulling her hand along to the front.

"Okay. Bye guys. Sorry to bail on you, but who can pass up first class, right?" Jess told them. They all waved us to go on.

We'd barely gotten our seatbelts on before the announcement came that we were ready for takeoff. Damn, I guess we had been stragglers.

I leaned over to kiss Jess while they went through all the safety procedures, then pulled away when they actually mentioned us. This was downright insane.

"…
Congratulations to them as they fly first class to their marriage destination. It's great to have you flying Delta, and we are pleased to offer you a complementary roundtrip flight to the location of your choosing for your honeymoon
." There were catcalls, applause and cheers, but I swear I heard groans from our group in the back.

"I feel like I'm in the twilight zone," Jess whispered with a smile.

"Me too. But I don’t want to leave it," I told her, then covered her mouth with mine as we taxied down the runway and took flight. When the seatbelt light dinged off I was hauling her up.

"Tyler, everyone will know," she whispered.

"Baby, the whole damn world knows what we've done, want to do, are going to do. The cat is out of the bag. So let's just say screw them all and do what we want, and what I want is to make you scream my name from thirty thousand feet in the air. Which is appropriate since that's how high I go every time I come inside you."  

"Um, well since you put it that way. Now I'm all hot and wet, lead the way."

We were only two rows away from the back restroom, so only a handful of people actually saw us. Regardless, nothing was going to keep me from taking her right here and right now.

I pulled her through the narrow bathroom, locked the door, and then I was on her. My hands went into her hair, hers went to my jeans, pulling my cock out in record breaking time.

"I am so glad you wore a dress. That'll make this a helluva lot easier," I told her breathlessly around our kiss.

"No panties will make it even easier for you."

"Oh fuck yes," I said before my hands had to go down and confirm her admission. When I touched her bare, wet pussy I groaned and swayed on my feet. Hiking up her dress, I grabbed her around her waist, lifted her onto the sink counter, and then thrust into her.

"Oh God," she moaned, and I pulled her mouth back down to mine to muffle her sounds. Turned out I could barely keep mine down. Every time I was with this woman it was even better, and this time was no exception. Only problem was, time was of the essence. While I plunged in and out of her I reached down and rubbed her clit, throwing her into her orgasm. That was all it took for me to let go.

"Fuck that was good, even if it was quick. Sorry baby but I had to get that one out of the way. This morning was too long ago."

"It was damn good, but I was ready to come before you touched me," she said with a smile, making me laugh.

"Alright, I'm going to head out first and then you can come out in a couple of minutes so it's not so fucking obvious," I told her, zipping up my jeans.  

"Okay. I love you," she said, climbing down from the counter and still breathing hard.

"I love you too, and the next time I take you, you might be my wife. No, never mind. I can't wait that long." 

She leaned up to kiss me then I slid out of the tight confines of the bathroom to head back to our seats.

I tried to ignore the looks and knowing grins of the four or five other passengers. When I sat down the flight attendant suddenly appeared.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Yeah, a rum and coke would be great actually."

"And for your fiancée?"

Definitely not anything alcoholic. "Do you have lemonade?"