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"And Lady Lily," you add cheerfully.

Darling's german shepherd perks her ears up at her name and you give her some chin scritches.

"Y'all thought about getting yourselves a pup?" Sy asks.

"I have," you admit, surprising Jonathan. "But my apartment complex doesn't allow for pets."

"Mine does," Jonathan offers.

"If that's your way of asking me to move in with you, you're likely to succeed," you laugh. Under the table you give Jonathan's thigh a light squeeze, silently telling him to save that topic for another time.

"Perhaps I should look into getting a pup at that adoption fair the company is sponsoring," Jonathan adds, keeping the topic of animals but dropping the idea of moving in together.

"The company sponsors those?" Darling's eyes widen. "I had no idea!"

"Me neither," Sy grumbles.

"Yes, I'm afraid our CFO has trouble getting the word out about charitable sponsorships the company has a hand in. I'm certain the vast majority of employees just delete those emails the events coordinator sends out."

"Maybe if they made it a get-together for employees with pets it would get more attention," Darling suggests.

"That's not a bad idea!" you enthusiastically beam. "It would be a great way to get more people there in general, give everyone a chance to experience a bit of life with a pet and make informed decisions."

"Do you think enough people at the office have pets?" Darling asks.

"Well we know Everett and Maestro smuggled in a cat. Pretty safe to assume one of them adopted it," Jonathan muses.

"And Ran's got a puppy," Sy adds.

"He does?" you gush.

"Yeah, he was asking advice on trainin'," Sy explains. "I hope he sticks with it 'cause an untrained corgi is a menace."

"And then we can bring in Lily," Darling promises. "That's three pets in just one department!"

"Wonder if we can talk Romanov into a Bring-Your-Pet-to-Work Day the Friday before," Sy ponders.

Jonathan chuckles. "I think she'd be amenable to it, but we'll need to get that discussion going soon."

"Sounds like we got a plan for Monday," Sy smiles.

"So you want me to move in with you?" you quietly ask as you and Jonathan settle onto the couch at your apartment.

I want you to marry me, he thinks.

"I would," he says. "I find I sleep better, wake up in a better mood, and even enjoy spending time in my home when you are there."

"I have to admit, I feel similarly. Though I'll admit I'm nervous about...it's not 'giving up my independence' but..."

"We work together and live together, when do you get time for you?"

"Yes! Thank you for understanding what I'm trying to say."

"Perhaps we should look into a bigger place? A two-bedroom so that you can have your own space?"

"That doesn't feel fair, though. You need your own space as well."

"I have a private office," he argues. "I have the ability to lock the door, close the blinds and be left alone. You don't have such a space."

"Even though it's at work?"

"To be fair, my love, I couldn't be such a workaholic if I didn't find peace in my work environment."

"I suppose."

"And I have my office tailored to my preferences. Should we get a second room, it will be tailored to yours."

"Can we afford it? Because you know I'm not letting you pay all of the rent yourself."

"You've more the mind for numbers," Jonathan hesitates.

"Hmm. I guess we'll have to do some apartment hunting so we can check out some rent rates."

"And pet policies?"

"And pet policies," you smile.

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Meeting with other families for play dates didn't help.

Regular date nights with Jake didn't help.

D&D isn't helping.

But you don't need to talk to a professional, right? It's probably just hormones and recognition of your Twins' growing up. That doesn't require a therapist or anything. It's just the sadness that hits every parent as their kids get older.

Right?

Jake holds you a little tighter that morning. He's been extra worried about you, noticing every smile you fake and times you've had to force your enthusiasm. But whenever he tries to get you to open up about it, you brush it off.

"It's just the back-to-school blues," you tell him. "I'm sure it'll get better when I'm more used to the Twins' going to school full time."

He promises himself that he'll keep trying, if only because it'll show you he's paying attention, he cares, he wants you to be happy. You're his Sunshine but you've been hiding behind the clouds, so he needs to step up. For you and the kids.

The day had been gruelling and long, with patrons coming and going in their flocks due to the beating sun. The small, family owned arcade you worked at along the shore was rustic and had that old timey feel, yet still managed to pull in the younger crowd. You loved it, loved the job, loved the area, your colleagues, but your boss was something else entirely.

Jake Jensen had taken over for his father a few years ago, now the sole owner of the little amusement hall like his father and his father before him. A shared passion that passed down the generations and kept the small business alive. You loved how excited Jake got when a new machine or game dropped, how animated he became as he spoke about the ins and outs of different mechanics or genres.

He was gorgeous and kind and had that geeky boyish charm that you craved. The problem was, he was also completely oblivious to the way he made you feel. To the way your thighs clenched when he got too close or the way saliva pooled in your mouth when he'd lift the edge of his tee to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing his sculptured vee that dipped down beneath his jeans.

You wanted him, more than anything and you had dropped hint after hint in an attempt to get what you wanted, but Jake remained unphased or maybe unbothered. You hoped it was just his blissful unawareness of women and not that he just wasn't interested in you, but you didn't know how much longer you could hold out before you gave up.

"Busy today huh boss?" You purred with a smirk, leaning over his desk whilst pushing your boobs together in an attempt to get his attention.

"Yeah, busier than usual." He muttered over his computer, not even glancing up from the screen as usual.

You internally huffed in annoyance, wondering just how much more obvious you needed to be.

"You want me to fill up the coin pushers tonight?" You offered, biting down on your lip as you looked over the object of your desires.

"Please that would really help." He agreed as his fingers worked over the keyboard and his brows furrowed at the screen.

"No problem." You sighed, turning on your heel and shaking your head at your own stupidity.

"Hey." He called from behind you, as you reached the door and your whole body stilled, heart hammering as you dared a glance over your shoulder to see Jake looking back at you with a smile on his gorgeous plush lips.

"Yeah?" You replied, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Did you know the first pusher was invented in 1964 in the UK?" Jake grinned, clearly enthusiastic about yet another lesser known fact.

"No that's interesting." You swallowed, stamping down the lump in your throat. God he was impossible.

"Yeah I thought so too." Jake chuckled before turning back to his computer.

The answer looked clearer now than ever before, you just weren't his type, he wasn't interested or maybe you hadn't been nearly bold enough.

You decided there and then, one more push and you'd never say anything again, you'd take the rejection and your dignity and push down the feelings for him that had been festering for months.

"Cool well...I'll get on that...." You smiled, "But if you need me to help take a load off anywhere else, or just, take a load, let me know."

With that you walked out of the office door, hearing a scrape of a chair and a muttered voice behind you.

"I will." Jake answered before his brows raised and he looked up at the empty doorway with a lump in his throat, quickly shoving himself from his chair. "Wait what?"

You approached the first of many coin pushers, tapping your left hand down on the glass as you looked down, in an attempt to assess what it needed, despite your mind reeling at the devastation of Jake not wanting you.

Your right hand slipped into your back pocket to collect your master keys when you felt a hand on your wrist stilling you and a body slowly push up against your back.

"Please," Jake rasped against your ear with a shaky voice, "Tell me I took that how you meant it."

You pressed your ass back against him, feeling him already hard against you as a low strangled growl escaped his throat.

"It feels like you did." You breathed as your own heart sped up and arousal pooled in your panties.

"Thank fuck." Jake groaned, desperately grabbing the waistband of your trousers and yanking them down along with your underwear.

You barely had time to register what was happening before his cock was buried in your cunt, hands pressed flat against the top of the machine and his nose buried in the crook of your neck while your pussy pulsed around him with need.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He groaned, slipping his cock from you to thrust back in to the hilt.

Your hips snapped against the harsh glass corners of the pusher, hands now pressed flat next to Jake's to keep yourself on your toes, but you didn't care, because he was finally inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, like he was always supposed to carve out his space inside you.

"I've been dropping enough hints." You moaned.

"You have?" Jake squeaked in surprise.

"Uh huh." You nodded feebly, voice raspy and broken while he pummeled himself inside you, "Almost daily for the last couple months."

"Shit I'm such a dumbass." Jake groaned, slipping his hands from the glass and sliding them under your t shirt, taking hold of your hips, "Been jerking off at home to the thought of you when I could of been having you this whole time."

"Exactly." You smirked.

"Did you think about me too?" He moaned, dragging his nose along the exposed skin of your neck, inhaling you as he finally took you.

You only groaned in response, even more aroused at the idea of him stroking his cock to the thought of you.

"Tell me?" He pleaded, again, pressing a single kiss to your neck.

"I did." You gasped.

"Oh fuck." He grunted, forehead dropping down onto your shoulder, "Not gonna be a dumbass from now on."

"Please." You begged, unsure whether it was in response to what he'd said or the fact your stomach was tightening and your body was pulsing as an orgasm built.

"Gonna keep you so full." He groaned as his hips continued slamming against your ass, "Take you out back between shifts."

"God." You groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Your head dropped back, landing against his shoulder and Jake took the opportunity to start placing rushed kisses to your neck, jaw and cheek.

"Yeah you like that idea?" He murmured against your cheek, "You wanna be mine?"

"It's all I want." You breathed.

"Well you're mine now kitten." He promised, hands tightening on your hips, "All mine."

"Yes Jake." You cried as your body began to shake in preparation for release, blood pumped to your ears and your eyes closed, ready to be taken by the bliss.

"You're so fucking perfect." Jake grunted, "Feels so good."

"Don't stop." You begged in a whisper.

"I won't. Fuck." He rasped, "Gonna make you feel so good."

His cock continued slamming into you, the sounds of skin slapping skin and hushed moans filled the empty arcade as the smell of musk and sex surrounded you both.

"Please. So close." You panted, fingers twitching against the glass, desperate for something to hold on too.

"Let go kitten, cum for me." Jake grunted, hips speeding up in excitement at your upcoming orgasm.

"Fuck." You practically yelled when you finally came. Your pussy gushed around his cock, eyes glazing and body flooding with heat.

"That's it. Shit." Jake groaned shakily as his own orgasm began to take route, "Gripping me so hard, fuck, gonna bust."

He quickly pulled out with a groan, spilling warm cum all over your ass as the pussy clenched around nothing but cold air.

Your torso collapsed over the glass, chest heaving as you panted, trying to catch your breath with a smile on your face.

"Holy shit." Jake panted, dropping his forehead between your shoulders, wet half hard cock sticking against your ass, "That was amazing."

"Yeah." You smiled.

"You mean it?" He asked shyly, sliding his palms up and down along your sides, "Are you mine now?"

"Yeah I am." You grinned.

"Thank fuck." He grunted and you let out a giggle.

Jake pressed a kiss to your back before pulling himself up behind you. You pressed your palms to the glass, pushing your body up as Jake's hands circled your waist, pulling you close to him with his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh hey, we need more prizes in here." You said, looking through the glass as your hands clasped over his arms.

"So we do." Jake smirked.

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You started mentally reciting all of the flowers in your mother’s garden out back of the manor. She was long gone and buried for almost a decade now, but you felt her around you anytime you were outside carefully tending to her greenery, trying your best to keep her memory alive in some small way. 

You were just thinking of the white roses that had a whole corner of the garden all their own when you heard low, gruff voices outside of your bedroom door. 

It was never a good sign when your father and or brother came for you after an act of violence. 

It meant that they weren’t quite done wreaking havoc yet, and they seemed to take a perverse sort of joy in prolonging their adrenaline rush—their felt sense of power and superiority—by hurting you. 

Your father always was so very disappointed that you hadn’t been a boy, that you ruined his desire for a brood of sons to mold just like him. 

“You’re too fucking soft and weak, worthless,” he hissed at you on more than one occasion. 

And your brother barely hit his pre-teens before he was spouting the same kind of awful commentary at you, his face just as dark and disgusted as your father’s at your mere existence. 

So you tried your best to be scarce and invisible, never wanting to draw their attention, let alone their ire. 

Especially on nights like tonight. 

But as your doorknob jiggled, it seemed like it was time to be seen, at least for a little while. 

You felt the dread coil in your stomach as you dropped your hands from your ears, pressing your sweaty palms against the wall behind you to try to stop the way you were shaking. 

Or maybe to brace yourself for what was to come in some small way. 

It wasn’t the expected click of a key turning in the padlock on the other side of your bedroom door that you heard next, but the sound of a solitary gunshot that had you jolting and gasping in fear. 

Why would they need a gun to get through the lock?

Unless…

Unless it wasn’t your father or brother on the other side of your bedroom door. 

Your heart hammered faster than before, and you swallowed against the dryness in your throat as your door slowly swung open and two large figures filled the doorway. 

They were far too large and broad to be your father and brother, and they were dressed in tactical gear and held automatic rifles. 

Your eyes were wide with shock and fear as they met the surveying ice blue gaze of the bigger of the two. He was tall and lean, the firm curves of his muscles obvious beneath his black military sweater. His hair was dark and shorn close to his head, matching the dark beard that shadowed his pale skin. 

His intent gaze slowly dipped from your face, a tic popping in his jaw as you trembled harder at the intense, calculating look in his eyes. 

But it was the delighted voice of his counterpart as he finally caught sight of you that had you startling and barely suppressing a whimper as he sauntered around the other man and moved closer to you.

“My, oh my, looky what we found,” he purred as he leered at you. 

He wasn’t as tall as the other man, but he was just as impressively built. Fair and handsome despite the dark mustache adorning his upper lip, with brown hair that was shaved at the sides and pushed back from his face. His dark blue eyes had a mischievous sort of sparkle as he touched his tongue to his teeth and kept on talking. 

“Who are you, doll face? You their mistress? Nightly entertainment?”

“Why would they lock her in here if she was either of those?” the other man asked as he shifted closer to get a better look at you. “Who are you?”

The firm, authoritative snap of his voice had something inside of you fluttering then clenching, and you didn’t even hesitate to answer. 

You gave them your name, the sound of it a shaky whisper falling from your lips as they shared a look of surprise. 

“A daughter never came up in any of our intel,” The first one, the scarier of the two, murmured. 

The other shrugged, “Guess it’s our lucky day, Everett, what do you want me to tell ya?” 

Impish eyes refocused on you as the second man crouched before you, his eyes dipping from your frightened face to your chest before snapping back up. 

“I'm Lloyd, and boy is it a pleasure to meet you," his grin was wolfish and had you hugging yourself tighter. "Here’s the deal, pumpkin, your old man and shithead brother are kaput,” he drew his finger along the width of his neck, a universal gesture that you knew meant death and had your breath catching in terror. 

“A-are you going to kill me, too?” You quavered. 

He faux pouted at you before grinning, leaning in to purr, “Not if you make it worth our while, sweetness.”

“Hansen,” the other man snapped. 

Before he could get much further than that, another man, even bigger than these two, confidently strode into the room. 

He was so tall he towered over the others, his shoulders insanely broad and his waist almost absurdly narrow in comparison. His hair was dark blonde and swept back from his breathtakingly beautiful face, which was covered by a full, thick beard. 

“What’s taking so long?” He snapped. And then he pulled up short beside the other two men, his eyes landing on you and lingering. “I see.”

“Seems daddy dearly departed had a secret knockout of a daughter,” Lloyd grinned in delight as he rose to his feet. “Can we keep her?”

The one called Everett leaned closer to the new arrival, who seemed to be the one in charge. “We found her locked in here, like a prisoner.”

Something intense shadowed the leader’s bright blue gaze as he moved closer and crouched in front of you. He just watched you for a moment, his eyes flickering down the length of your body, lingering on your thin sleep dress and bare legs before meeting your wide gaze. 

“Why did they keep you locked in here?” he asked.

“Because they hated me,” you answered honestly. “My father wanted another son, not a daughter, and he thought I was a waste and a disappointment.”

There was a long beat of tense silence as he watched you, his eyes once again surveying you, but in a different way this time. 

In a way that made you suddenly realize and self-conscious of how your shoulders were hunched forward and you were hugging yourself like your own touch could somehow keep you safe and unharmed.

Which you knew well by now that it definitely couldn’t.

“Did they hurt you?” his voice was gentler this time.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you thought back to all the times your father lashed you with his belt, or your brother pinched your skin until you cried and begged him to stop hurting you. 

You thought of the many mornings you avoided your own reflection in the mirror because you didn’t want to see the reminders of their hatred marring your skin. 

You swallowed back your tears, nodding as you whispered, “Yes, all the time."

Something in the man’s gaze flashed hot and furious, but somehow, some way, you just knew that his ire wasn’t directed at you, but at what you had endured at the hands of those who were supposed to love you. 

“What’s your name?” You told him and he nodded before introducing himself. “I’m Steve.” He paused and watched you for a long beat, seemingly getting lost in your big, scared gaze before continuing, “You’re going to come with us for now, and you’re going to behave, do you understand?”

Your throat jumped on a nervous swallow as you glanced behind him, to the first two men who had found you, and another two who had joined the rest. 

One was lean and pale with long, dark stringy hair and a pinched look about him. The other was another big, muscly soldier with spiky blonde hair and glasses, his lips curling into a friendly smile as your gaze met his and he gave a little wave of acknowledgement. 

Your eyes flickered back to the leader, Steve, and you couldn’t help but ask, “Are you going to kill me?”

“No.”

“A-are…are you going to hurt me?”

Something in his gaze softened as he watched you. “No, we don’t hurt innocents, especially women and children. We just take out the bad guys.”

And if you knew anything, it was that your father and brother had definitely been that.

Slowly, Steve held out his big, rough hand to you, and you stared at it for a moment before placing your own trembling hand in his. 

You heard something in his breathing shift for a split second, not quite a hitch in his breath but close to, as he realized how much smaller your hand was than his. 

You shivered as his thumb brushed over your knuckles, and then he was gently pulling you to a stand along with him. 

“Get dressed and pack a bag of essentials. You have ten minutes, understand?”

You nodded shakily, hugging yourself as you realized you were barely dressed and under the gaze of so many big, scary men. 

“Curtis, you stay with her," Steve ordered. "The rest of you, let’s finish securing the property before departure.”

“Why can’t I stay with her?” Lloyd huffed, looking put out as he glared at Steve. 

Steve’s eyes narrowed as they landed on him. “Because I know you wouldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“So? We all know how it’s gonna play out with our new toy anyway—“ he grunted as Steve fisted the front of his shirt and yanked him close, until they were nose to nose. 

“It’s gonna play out how I say it’s gonna play out. Now get your ass downstairs and finish securing the site.”

Sneering, Lloyd gave Steve a sarcastic, sloppy salute before shoving past him, then Curtis and following the others into the hallway and out of sight. 

Sparing you a final, lingering look, Steve glanced at Curtis, reaffirming, “Ten minutes,” before he was turning on his heel and striding from the room. 

You stared after him, your lashes fluttering as you blinked and struggled to process everything that had happened in such a short amount of time. 

Both your father and brother were dead. And now you were being taken by their murderers and–

“Hey.”

The deep rumble of Curtis’ voice had you jumping and your eyes snapping to him. 

“Get dressed and pack a bag.”

You nodded, darting toward your dresser and rifling through it until you were pulling out a pair of black leggings, a white T-shirt, and an oversized sweater to go over top of it. You hesitated before pulling out a bra and a pair of socks, your cheeks burning as you felt Curtis’ gaze on you. 

Unwavering. 

“Can you…can you please turn around so I can get changed?” You trembled as you held your clothes to your chest. 

Curtis’ eyes sparkled at you, seeming darker than before, his lips quirking just a hair as he murmured, “Afraid not. I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I let you out of my sight, now would I?”

When you just stared at him like a deer in headlights, he moved closer, until he was looming over you and your head was tilting back to meet his gaze. 

Curtis’ eyes slowly fell from your face and lower, until you swore you could feel his gaze and your body was wracking with a shiver that ran from your head to your toes. 

“Get. Dressed,” he murmured, his eyes snapping back to yours and shining with satisfaction as you nodded jerkily before turning to drop your clothes on the foot of your bed so you could change. 

You only hesitated briefly before tugging on your leggings beneath your sleep dress to try to preserve some sense of modesty. Then you were pulling your sleep dress up and over your head, keeping your bare back to Curtis and hyper-aware of his hot gaze burning into you the entire time. 

When his rough voice reached your ears a second later, you couldn’t help the way you paused in tugging on your bra, your stomach swooping and all of your hair rising to attention as he purred:

“Good girl.”

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