All In:Playing the Fool(43)

It still pissed me off that my dad didn't approve. Not only frowned on  it, but was actually willing to fire the man for dating me.

"You can talk to his parents about Jules and Dylan too, you know for  your article. Dylan's been in their family for like fourteen years, way  before they got married."

"Ohh that's a good idea. Thanks, Joe."

"Lacy just graduated with a degree in journalism from Kinston," Joe told  Chad and the women. "She's writing an article about Dylan Daughtry,  heir to the brewing empire, and his wife, who is her boyfriend's sister.  Dylan's family just built Safe Haven, the new center for teenage  runaways for her."

"Was that them at the pool?" one of the girls asked.

"Yeah, the tall guy, and dark haired girl."

"Wow he's hot … and really rich too?" she said.

"So you said you two are attorneys," the girl asked, and I could almost hear the dollar signs in her voice, making my eyes roll.

"Yeah, I work in family law and Joe specializes in criminal defense," Chad told her.

Thank God we finally got back to his house. I headed straight for the  guest bedroom to shower and get ready. I dried my hair, leaving it down,  and put on a white, flowing, knee length skirt with embroidered flowers  and a pink tank top to match, deciding on white high heels. I didn't  want to dress up, but I didn't want to wear jeans either for a first  impression.

I wandered through the house and found Joe mixing drinks in the kitchen  in nothing but relaxed fit jeans riding low on his sculpted hips. He  whistled when he looked up and saw me, and I felt the same about seeing  him. These girls would be putty in his very capable hands.

"Nice," he said.

"Too much? Okay for meeting parents?"

"Yeah, you look great," he said, eyeing my legs then moving up to my  breasts. His eyes darkened with arousal while I stood there. "How much  time have you got?"         

     



 

I looked at the clock on the stove. "Fifteen minutes, maybe. Why?"

He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him, grinding his hips into mine so I could feel his hard cock.

"Oh," I said in understanding. "But what about your guests?" I asked, my heart racing.

Joe spun me around until I was facing the kitchen counter and he was  standing behind me. His hands went up my skirt, finding my panties and  jerking them down to my ankles.

"Spread your legs," he said, his lips against my ear. I did as he asked,  bracing my hands on the counter. With one hand cupping my breast  through my top, his other hand went between my legs, fingers penetrating  me from behind until he could tell I was more than ready.

I heard his zipper go down and then his cock was pushing into me. While  thrusting hard and fast, Joe's hand came around and found my clit,  getting me off in record time.

"Jesus," Chad said behind us. "Now I know what was taking so long. I'll  try and stall," he said. But instead of leaving he went down to the  floor between me and the counter. I cried out when his tongue snaked out  and flicked frantically over and over on my magical spot before Joe's  hand slapped over my mouth. These two were going to be the death of me.  Wiped out, I don't know when things ended, but I finally regained my  senses slumped against the countertop.

Chad was back on his feet, grabbing a couple of drink glasses and walking off with a smile.

Joe's breath was still heavy against my ear, his cock still pulsing inside me. He finally pulled out and then slapped my ass.

"Okay, now you can go meet his parents."

"Thanks, so glad I've got your permission," I teased.

I heard his pants zip then he pulled my panties back up.

"Have fun with your guests," I told him.

"I'm already regretting bringing them back here. Maybe fucking one or both will change my mind … but nah, probably not."

"You better use condoms!" I warned.

"Don't worry baby, you know you're the only one I go bareback with," he said with a cocky, satisfied grin.

When the doorbell rang I ran to the bathroom to freshen up while Joe  answered the door. Finally ready to go, I found Will in the living room,  talking with Joe, Chad and their new 'friends'."

"Hey," I said to Will.

"Hey, gorgeous," he replied with a smile, checking out my outfit.

"Have her back by eleven, and no funny business mister," Joe joked when we headed to the door.

"Yes, dad," I yelled back.

"You look really nice," Will said as he held his passenger door for me.

"Thanks, Joe and Chad thought so too. Joe fucked me while Chad licked me  five minutes ago in the kitchen," I told him. Why? I wasn't sure. Did I  want him to be jealous? Yes, but I still wanted him to share me. God,  I'm so confused.

"Wow, with those girl there and everything?" Will laughed. "Can't say I blame them, though."

He took my admission in stride, and I tried not to dwell further on what that meant.

Will's parents lived just out of the city, in a busy, cookie-cutter  neighborhood. Their street was almost like being on a sitcom production  set. Kids were riding bikes, parents were walking dogs, washing their  cars, or mowing their lawns. I grew up in a big house on several acres  of land with no close neighbors and a tall fence. All our extended  neighbors kept to their rich selves, and we hired people to do all the  outdoor work.

"Seems like a nice, friendly neighborhood. Is this where you and Jules grew up?" I asked.

"Yep, pretty much your standard middle class suburbia. Dylan used to  live a street over before his parents built their mansion out in the  country. Our friends Tyler and Caleb's families lived next door to each  other about three blocks down. Caleb's dad still does."

"So you all played together a lot growing up?" I asked.

"Yeah, pretty much all the time."

"Do you think it'd be okay to ask your parents about Jules and Dylan?  You know for my story, just about when they were younger and he was  hanging out with you?"

He snorted as he pulled into a driveway where Dylan's expensive silver  Porsche was already parked. "You won't have to ask, you'll probably have  to beg them to stop talking about them."

We got out of his truck, and after Will grabbed my hand we walked up to  the front of the house. He pushed the door open without knocking,  heading for where a man I assumed was his dad sat in the living room  watching TV with Dylan.

"Who do we have here?" he asked.

"Hey, Dad, this is Lacy."

"No, I meant is that really you, our long lost son?"

"I've been busy," Will told him.

"I can see that. Hey, Lacy, nice to meet you," his dad said, standing up  to shake my hand. I could see the resemblance to Will in the similar  dimples, but the older man had brown eyes instead of green, and his hair  was lighter.         

     



 

"You too, Mr. Reavis."

"Call me Ben," he said.

A small lady with shoulder length dark hair and glasses came running in  excitedly. "Lacy, right? It's so nice to meet you. I'm Sandy."

"Hi, nice to meet you too, and thanks for having me over," I told his mom when she hugged me.

"Well of course. I hope you like homemade pizza."

"I'm sure I will, but I've never actually had homemade before. My mom  hates to cook, and none of my dad's other wives cooked either."

"Oh, well, that's such a shame. Make yourselves comfortable. We've got about fifteen minutes left on the first pizza."

Will led me by the hand over to the couch, taking a seat next to Dylan.

"So, Lacy are you still in school?" his dad asked.

"No, sir. I just graduated a few weeks ago from Kinston with a journalism degree."

"Oh, good for you, that's a great school. I guess you're job hunting now?"

"Yes. I'm working for my dad's firm as Joe's assistant for now while I apply at a few places."

"I bet your new criminal record makes the job search a little more  difficult, eh?" Dylan asked. I wanted to slap him. He was obviously  getting back at Will for telling Julie the Jess lap dance story, and  taking me down with him.

"Dylan!" Will warned.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Have you not told your parents you got arrested and have  been spending your free time doing community service?" Dylan asked  innocently.

"I'm gonna kick your ass," Will threatened Dylan right as his mom came back in the living room with Jules.

"Will, you got arrested?" his mom asked in shock.

"No, I got cited, just a ticket. It's not that big of a deal. A little  more community service and Joe can get it dismissed and removed from our  records."

"Lacy got cited too?" his mom asked, and I felt my cheeks warm. "Well, whatever for?"

Jules laughed out loud then covered her mouth.

"Indecent exposure," Will admitted, his cheeks a little pinker than normal.

"What?" his dad asked in surprise.

"They were steaming up the windows in his truck and got caught by a  cop," Dylan explained while laughing. I held my breath for their wrath,  telling us how embarrassed we should be, and it was inappropriate, all  the things my dad had said to me.