D. Lima's Hell.

Jack Abbott prided himself on his attention to detail. Whether it was in his personal life or professional one, he always seemed to pick up on things others didn’t.

It was another day in the ED, alive with the usual hum of monitors and hurried footsteps. Jack analyzed a patient chart, scanning vitals and recent notes, when one of the residents, Trinity Santos, approached. She was a day-shift resident, so he hadn’t worked closely with her before, but he definitely remembered the dangerous procedure she had attempted during Pittfest to save a patient.

However, something about the way she moved over the past couple of hours caught his attention immediately.

He’d seen this before, not in Trinity, but in you: the subtle signs of anxiety, the careful masking of inner turmoil. The tightness around the jaw, the quick, clipped jokes. Were her long sleeves hiding scars, or just a habit? Or was it merely a coincidence?

“Dr. Abbott,” Trinity said, voice smooth but slightly clipped, one eyebrow quirked as she fumbled with her clipboard. “So, if I accidentally give Mr. Reid the wrong meds, should I just tell him it’s experimental… or should I pretend I know what I’m doing?”

Jack’s eyes softened, noticing the humour in her words but also the tension in her posture, the fidgeting fingers, the glance toward the floor as if seeking approval. He spoke carefully, in the professional tone he reserved for residents.

“Maybe pretend you know what you’re doing for now, but keep a close eye on his vitals. If anything seems off, come find me immediately. Take it slow so we don’t end up in a situation like this again.” He resumed his usual smile; it was his job to teach, after all.

Trinity nodded quickly, tucking the clipboard under her arm, offering a tight smile. “Got it, Dr. Abbott.”

As she rushed away, Jack watched her go, noting the slight slump in her shoulders despite the bravado in her joke. There was a familiarity in that moment he couldn’t ignore, so he made a mental note to bring this up to you later. He trusted your insight, knowing your perspective could help him handle the situation.

Jack called your name as he stepped inside the house, the quiet of the living room a stark contrast to the chaos of the hospital.

“You won’t believe the day I had,” he began, sinking into the couch beside you with a tired smile. “There’s this resident from the day shift… she reminded me of you.”

You raised an eyebrow, half-amused, snuggling closer against his side. “Oh? How so?”

“Subtle signs,” he explained, resting his hand over yours. “Long sleeves, quick jokes that mask what she’s really feeling, taking on more than she can handle. She’s careful, but tense. Watching her… you just came to mind. I don’t want to assume, but I can recognize it.”

You paused for a moment, letting your hand squeeze his. “Sounds like she needs someone to notice her,” you said softly, tracing small patterns over his knuckles. “Someone who can notice the cracks and help guide her through it.”

Jack nodded, leaning into you just slightly, resting his head against yours. “That’s what I was thinking. I can handle the medical side, but I wanted to make sure I wouldn't overstep and make it worse.”

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “You won’t overstep. Just be patient, let her know you’re there for anything. Listen more than you talk. A lot of the time, people who are struggling just want to be seen without feeling pressured.”

Jack exhaled slowly, a weight lifting from his shoulders as he absorbed your words. “You always know what to say,” he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “I hate assuming, but I’d rather be wrong than do nothing.”

“You care, and that shows,” you said softly. “You’ve learned to notice the little things because of what we’ve been through. That’s a gift, and it’s exactly what she needs from a mentor.”

Jack tightened his hold around you, a quiet gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you… for helping me figure out how to do this right.”

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair. “Always. That’s what we do for each other, isn’t it, partner?”

He chuckled, resting his forehead lightly against yours. “Yeah… yeah, it is.”

And in that quiet, the two of you sat together, the weight of the day and the worries of the hospital slowly fading, replaced by the calm certainty of being on the same team.

The next morning, Jack found a quiet moment at the nurse's station. Trinity was nearby, updating her charts, the hum of the ED around them fading into background noise. He kept his eyes on his computer screen, giving her space.

“Hey,” he began casually, as if commenting on the weather. “I noticed the way you handled Mr. Reid yesterday. You did well, even if it didn’t feel like it.”

Trinity’s shoulders tensed slightly, but she kept typing, her clipped humour still a shield. “Thanks, Dr. Abbott. I guess.”

Jack smiled faintly, his tone softening. “Look, you made a mistake, but you owned up to it, and everything was fine. I know that working here some days feels heavier than others. But I also know what it’s like to feel like you’re holding everything together while everything is falling apart.” He glanced at her briefly, then back at the screen. “You don’t have to say anything. Just… if you ever need someone to talk to, to bounce things off… I’m here.”

Trinity paused, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. A flicker of relief crossed her face before she masked it with a joke. “You make it seem like you’re working in the wrong department,” she said lightly.

“I am definitely not,” Jack laughed, letting a smile cross his face. “But if I can’t help, there’s always therapy. Not that I’m recommending it… unless you’re into group sessions and awkward icebreakers.”

She chuckled, a sound that seemed almost foreign in its ease. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said softly.

Jack nodded, eyes back on the screen. “It’s just… my partner struggles sometimes with anxiety, which is perfectly fine; hell, I go to weekly sessions for my PTSD. But I know that it helps just having someone there.” He glanced over at her.

She gave a small, genuine smile, finally meeting his eyes for a fraction of a second before returning to her work. Something in that moment told Jack that she would reach out if she was ready. And that was all that really mattered for now.

A few days later, you stopped by the hospital, dropping off a coffee for Jack.

“Excuse me,” Trinity looked up, startled, clearly not expecting anyone.

“I’m just dropping off this coffee for Jack,” you said, setting one down.

Her expression softened. “You’re Jack’s partner, right?”

You nodded. “I am. I figured he could use another drink while I was running errands.”

You hesitated when you saw her name tag, then quickly recovered. “Actually, I brought two coffees, if you’d like one,” you added with a smile.

“Um… sure. Are you sure?” Trinity reached for the second cup, a little uncertain.

“Yes,” you said, chuckling lightly. “Jack doesn’t need all of that caffeine anyway.”

Her lips curved into a tentative smile as she accepted the cup and took a sip. “Thanks… I didn’t think someone would notice.”

You grinned, leaning slightly on the counter. “Jack notices everything. Seriously. It’s so hard to surprise that man.”

Trinity blinked, a small laugh escaping her, enjoying this new knowledge about her stern attending.

“Anyway,” you added softly, “I just wanted to make sure he didn’t run out of coffee while saving lives.” You offered a gentle smile. “Take care of yourself, okay?”

She nodded, managing a small laugh. “I’ll try. And… thanks.”

Coyote and Payback cheered, as Hangman won them yet another round of pool, which meant that the loser team had to pay for their drinks. You looked at the defeated faces of Rooster, Phoenix and Bob, shaking your head with a small smile.

You were working at the Hard Deck to help out Penny for the last 3 months. You loved the job and the people. When you met the aviators for the first time, you thought Hangman was an insufferable, cocky bastard, put on this Earth for one single purpose: to annoy you. Your opinion didn’t change, but you’ve grown to love that about him, although you would never admit it out loud.

You had a love-hate relationship with the man (at least from your side), where he got under your skin by giving you cutesy, sweet nicknames and flirting with you, and you insulted him in exchange. But you also noticed when he had a bad day, never forgetting to pass him a free drink, just like he always made sure any handsy guy got thrown out of the bar and never came back. After all, he was the only one that got to annoy the hell out of you.

Jake watched you from the distance, as you chatted with some people that were sitting at the bar. You were wearing a pretty blue sundress, and he’d definitely tease you later on about how you wore the dress for him. It would be so easy to just reach out and touch you underneath it, without anyone noticing. The neckline was much lower than anything you’ve ever worn before, and if that didn’t do things to him- his semi-hard cock a clear proof that it in fact, did.

The thought that you wore it for someone else didn’t even cross his mind. He didn’t want to think about the option of someone else getting their hands on you while you were wearing his favourite colour. Or ever, for that matter.

He would’ve never thought that the first woman he falls for will be so hard to charm. Every single woman he wanted he got. A few flirty remarks, a compliment here and there and they were putty in his hands. But not you. You had a fire in you, that contrasted his cocky personality. You could humble him so quickly with your witty responses, and as much as he thought disliking you would’ve been the natural flow of your relationship, his heart and dick didn’t seem to agree.

So every time he flirted with you and you shot him down, calling him out on his horrible personality in the process, he walked away from you with a hard-on. He’d never admit that to anyone though, in fears they’d call him out on his obvious masochistic tendencies. But for you, for you, he’d endure the constant teasing, if you only finally stopped playing so hard to get and admitted his words actually affected you.

You saw Hangman approaching the bar, a smirk on his handsome face. God, you wondered what it would be like to sit on it.

“Another round of beer for us, sweetheart, please. Put it on Rooster’s tab.” he said, grinning. Your heart skipped a beat any time he gave you that perfect smile, and you absolutely hated it. Especially when he noticed your reactions. You didn’t need to fuel his ego any further, and he didn’t need to know that he had that power over you. “That’s a very pretty dress you have on.”

You turned around to hide your smile, reaching for his drinks. “Thank you.” You definitely didn’t pick it out on purpose, knowing it was his favourite colour or because he loved you in sundresses, something you found out from a passing comment he sure as hell made to make you flustered. You opened the beers, handing them to him. “There you go.”

His fingers touched yours, purposely, making your brain short-circuit. He grinned at your reaction, making you roll your eyes. “When is your shift finishing?”

“Uhm, aboout…” you looked at the time on your phone, “now.”

“Come sit with us, sweets.” He put a 20$ bill on the counter. “And get yourself something, it’s on me.” You scoffed at the nickname and the gesture, even though it made warmth spread in your chest. If you weren’t careful, you just might make a stupid decision very, very soon; like sleep with him.

“Isn’t Rooster paying for your drinks tonight?” you asked, confused.

He looked at you incredulously, putting a hand on his chest. “Now, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I let someone else pay for your drinks? My mama raised me better than that.”

You shook your head, acting exasperated, which was hard. You had to think about every sad dog movie in order not to smile at him. His southern accent wasn’t affecting you in any way whatsoever. It’s not like you were about to fall to your knees in front of him and beg him to let you suck his dick, because that’s how desperate you were.

“Okay, cowboy. Give me a minute and I’ll be there.” you said, as you finished wiping the counter. You gave Penny a heads up and made yourself a cocktail.

“God, finally.” Natasha sighed, as you plopped down on the seat between her and Hangman. And if you were to ask, he’d never admit that he paid Rooster 10$ and told him to sit his ass somewhere else, so he could be next to you. But Rooster just might, because he was a little shit and he loved teasing Jake about how gone on you he was. He even started a bet called ‘How many times will it take for Hangman to get insulted until he realizes Y/N’s just not into him’, which he was still winning.

“Missed me?” you asked, grinning.

“Always.”

“We were just listening to Hangman give tips to our Bobby on how to charm a girl.” Mickey filled you in, making you burst out with laughter. “Charm a girl? I don’t think you had to do too much of that, since they were opening their legs before you even finished saying hi.”

“Well, sex is one of the ways to make a girl fall for you. That is, if you’re as good as me.” he said, biting the toothpick between his lips, keeping eye contact with you. “Can’t help that I look good.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging Phoenix. “Do you think he has the capacity to talk about anything else?”

This only made Jake chuckle. He put his hand on your knee, making you tense under his touch. “When was the last timeyougot laid?”

You eyed him with a raised eyebrow. “What’s it to you?”

The answer was a long, long time ago. Maybe you wouldn't get unholy thoughts anytime he as much as looked you, if you had someone to satisfy your needs. God knew that your toys weren't doing it for you lately. And Jake's fingers were so much bigger, so much longer than yours. You just knew they'd feel heavenly inside you.

“You look a bit tense.” His hand started inching higher and higher, until you crossed your legs. “I know a few ways to make you de-stress.” he grinned, making you scoff.

“Keep dreaming, dickhead.” If you only knew just how many times he did. Every night. Imagining you under him, while he ruined you, making sure you’d never want any other man to fuck you again. He wanted you so bad he was about to combust.

“What’s got your panties in a twist, sweetheart?”

You leaned in close, your lips against his earlobe. You heard his breath hitch, smirking to yourself. Your hand rubbed circles on his thigh, too close to where he actually wanted you, as you used it to prop yourself up, leaning even closer to him and giving him a view down your cleavage. You uncrossed your legs, seemingly giving him permission to move his hand further up your thigh.

“Can’t get them twisted if I’m not wearing any, Hangman.” you whispered in a sultry tone, making sure that no one else could hear you.

You felt him squeeze your thigh, his nails digging into the soft skin, and you let out a whimper. His eyes found yours, challenging, waiting to see if you would take it any further.

“I have no idea how can one person be so egoistical.” You saw Phoenix roll her eyes, playfully punching Hangman’s shoulder over you, as you pulled away, Jake already missing your touch.

You hummed contemplatively. “I’m convinced he’s compensating for something with that attitude.”

“What?” Jake asked, his voice high-pitched, and you knew you struck a nerve. “You think I’m compensating?”

“I do, I really do.” You continued sipping your drink, not even looking at him. “I mean, come on. All that talk about how good you are at everything you do and how every woman leaves satisfied…” You looked into his eyes, innocently, like you weren’t teasing him on purpose. “None of them are crawling back to you, so, I think that speaks volumes.”

“That’s because they know it’s a one-night stand. I’m glad they don’t want anything else from me, just how I like it.”

You had to bite your lip in order to stop yourself from grinning at how defensive he got. “Yeah, pretty sure that sounds like denial.”

Phoenix was laughing quietly beside you, along with Rooster, while the others tried to mask their grins. The ‘How long until Y/N and Jake fuck’ bet that Javy started in solidarity to his best friend was looking so much more promising. He already secured his spot as the best man on their wedding day with that move, according to Jake. He didn’t think Y/N would appreciate it as much.

Jake scoffed taking your hand in his. “Okay, come on.” He pulled you up from your seat and you grumbled about the drink he almost made you spill on yourself. Meanwhile, the guys were hollering and whistling.

“Yeaaah, baby.” you heard Javy’s voice, as Jake pulled you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You tried to stifle your laugh at how determined he looked. “Jake, come on. I didn’t mean to hurt your ego so badly. You don’t need to prove anything to me.”

Jake clicked his tongue, turning to look at you. He was taller than you, which you’ve noticed before, plenty of times. He was towering over you, the distance between you too small. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, having him so close, yet, you needed him so much closer. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Can’t have you thinking I’m a liar.”

You put your hand on his bicep, noticing how his muscles tensed slightly under your touch. “I don’t think you’re a liar.” You couldn’t help but grin, knowing you were pushing his buttons. “I’m sure you honestly think everything you’re saying is the truth, but-“

His body pushed you against the door, caging you there. Jake’s eyes became darker in an instant, the smirk disappearing from his face, and you weren’t sure if you should be terrified or turned on. “I’ll show you just how fucking honest I am, baby.”

Before you realized what was happening, his lips were on yours. They were soft, unlike the kiss. Passionate and searing, stealing the breath out of your lungs. You’ve never been kissed like that, making you feel so much desire for the man.

His hands trailed down your waist, pulling you flush against him. You let out a lewd moan when you felt the outline of his cock, straining in his jeans. Jake used this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you. The way his skilled tongue caressed yours made you dizzy, your panties already seeping with your wetness.

He pulled away from your lips, leaning his forehead against yours. He licked his lips, still tasting you on them. “Mhmm, you taste like strawberries.”

He trailed kisses from your neck, down to your chest, your hand tangling in his hair, pulling on the strands. “Wonder if your cunt tastes just as sweet, darlin’.”

His hands went to the straps of your dress, pulling them down your arms. He groaned, once your breasts were exposed. “Fuck, nipple piercings?” His large hands palmed your breasts. “That’s so hot.”

He started toying around with the little metal jewellery, your nipples hard against his fingers. Your knees started to buckle from how turned on you were, which he noticed immediately.

His hand wrapped around your waist, holding you upright. "I haven't even touched you yet and your legs are already giving out." he tsked, shaking his head amusedly. He helped you over to the bathroom sink, sitting you up on it.

He stood between your legs, as his hands went to the skirt of your dress, pulling it up. You heard him take in a sharp breath, and you bit your lip to hide your grin. “Do you always come to work without underwear?” he asked, seemingly in a daze, just looking at your exposed pussy. He trailed his fingers up your soft thighs, stopping just a few millimetres from where you desperately needed him.

“Jake.” you whined, moving your hips. He just chuckled teasingly. “What do you need, baby?”

You could’ve asked for anything and he’d give it to you without a second thought. You had him wrapped around your finger without even knowing it.

You clutched at his shirt, pulling him down to you. You leaned in, playing with his bottom lip, biting and pulling on it with your teeth, making him a complete mess. “Need you to fuck me, Lieutenant.” you whispered, whining into his mouth when he kissed you again.

Jake pulled the dress over your head, not wasting any time before attaching his mouth to your breasts, sucking on them. He kissed your neck, biting the soft skin, not believing that he really had you like this, naked and moaning underneath him.

“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” he said between kisses, one of his hands traveling between your legs, playing with your pussy. When he felt how wet you were, he groaned, inserting one finger inside your tight hole. “Jesus Christ. How can you be this tight?”

You moaned once he started moving his fingers in and out of you, earning an approving hum from Jake. “You can get louder for me, baby, can’t you?” he asked, inserting a second finger, before he continued fingering you at a slow pace, curling his fingers in with every stroke, which only heightened your pleasure. “Want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“You and your fucking ego.” you said through gritted teeth. Jake sped up his pace, your pussy making a squelching sound every time. You moaned at how erotic this whole situation was. You were over here, making a mess all over the bathroom sink, while your friends sat outside, listening to you being ruined by Jake’s fingers. If he could do this to you with only his fingers…oh boy. “What was it you said about my ego?”

“Just shut up.” Jake chuckled, kissing your forehead softly. You could’ve melted right then and there.

“So good for me, sweetheart.” You could feel yourself getting close to your orgasm, your moans becoming louder as your walls tightened around his fingers. His thumb went to your clit, rubbing slow eights on it. “Come for me, baby.”

You threw your head against the wall, letting out a breathy moan. “God, Jake.”

“That’s it, baby.” he cooed, his pace not relenting as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm.

Screw him for making you feel so fucking good that you threw all your inhibitions away and screw him for looking so goddamn delicious.

He licked his fingers clean, while still keeping eye contact with you, moaning at how sweet you tasted. “I love how you taste.” He couldn’t wait for the next time he could have you like this, spread open for him, while he devoured your pussy.

You were already looking fucked out, and he barely even started. Your hair was a mess, your make up smudged, your lips red, and your legs quivering. You were dreading to think about what you were going to look like once he was done with you.

He looked through his pockets, cursing. The one time he needs a condom, he doesn’t have one on him. Just as he was calculating how long it will take to get back from the closest pharmacy, your voice cut through his thoughts. “I’m clean and on the pill.”

He looked at you, shocked and turned on by the thoughts of filling you up. Making you his in every way possible.

“Want daddy to stuff you full of my cum?” you moaned, your back arching a you tried to rub your thighs together for some friction. You were usually exhausted after an orgasm. How did this man make you so insatiable you felt like you could fuck him for hours and not get tired. “Knew you were a little freak, Y/L/N.”

You whined, trying to reach your hand for him, pouting when he stepped away from your touch. “Daddy should fuck me before I decide to find someone else to do the job.”

Jake chuckled darkly, a finger trailing down your cheek. The softness of his touch was a nice contrast to the situation you two were currently in, and it made your heart soar a little. Screw him for making you like him so much. “Trust me. Sweetheart. You’re not gonna think about anyone else fucking you but me after this.”

You reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head as he leaned down to connect your lips. He would never get tired of kissing you. Your fingers ran down his muscled back, your nails scratching his skin slightly. You never thought you would hear this cocky, macho man whine just from your touch, but it made butterflies form in your stomach nevertheless.

Your hands tangled in his hair, trailing down his neck, to his chest, as you pushed him away from you. Jake opened his eyes, finding you looking at him, your lips swollen and red, looking as beautiful as ever. He knew he had to fuck you before he came in his pants like a teenager, which you’d definitely tease him about relentlessly.

Jake pulled down his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free. He was big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. You never thought you would ever look at someone’s dick and think ‘wow, it’s so pretty’, but…you also weren’t about to lie and say you didn’t want to lick him like a lollipop. No wonder this man was so egoistical, if he looked like that naked.

You looked at him in awe, your mouth salivating at the thought of having him inside your mouth. Jake saw you stare and smirked. “Still think I’m compensating?”

You cleared your throat, trying to at least fake some kind of composure. “Well, you haven’t really done anything with it yet, so-“ He closed the distance between the two of you, pushing his cock inside you without any warning, rendering you speechless.

“Finish that sentence, sweetheart.” he said through gritted teeth, a smirk evident on his face. The cocky bastard. You weren’t sure if you wanted to slap him or kiss him.

“Jake.” you moaned loudly, throwing your head back against the wall.

Jake connected your lips again, sucking on your bottom lip. “That’s right, baby. Say my name.”

You were moaning, as Jake kept pushing his cock into you until he bottomed out.

“Such a pretty pussy.” His eyes were trained on the spot where you were connected, mesmerized by the way your pussy swallowed him.  Once you gave him the go ahead, he started thrusting in and out of you languidly. You threw your leg over his hip, pulling him closer to you. The way you were looking at him while he was ruining you with his cock had him twitching inside your tight cunt.

Your eyes closed, unable to keep looking at him. The feelings swirling around inside your chest were too intense.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby.” Jake plead with you. You whined, ready to tell him no, but something about his voice and his touch on your body made you compliant and submissive. You opened your eyes, seeing his radiant smile. “Good girl. That’s it.”

You whined pathetically at the praise, trying to meet his trust, which only intensified everything.

He pulled out of you suddenly, not giving you a second to complain, as he man-handled your body with ease. He turned you around, your front against the cold vanity, as he entered you again. He started fucking you, immediately finding that spot that made you see stars.

“Oh fuck. Right there.” You let out something between a scream and a loud moan, your knuckles turning white with how hard you gripped the sink.

His hand wrapped around your throat, pulling you up against his chest and squeezing gently. "Watch yourself as I fuck you." His eyes found yours in the mirror, making a shiver run down your spine.

From this position, everything felt so much better. The hand that was on your waist moved to your ass, palming at the soft flesh. You felt his warm hand disappear, before you felt a stinging sensation as he slapped your ass. Your walls tightened around him, the combination of his hand on your throat and the slight pain making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He turned your head to the side so that he could kiss you, as you opened your mouth to let his tongue slide in. He could feel you were getting closer and closer to your orgasm, the little sounds you were letting out making him feral.

The only thing you could hear were the sounds of skin slapping against skin, as he fucked you relentlessly, your moans, and the wet, squelching sounds your pussy made. The whole bathroom was also stinking of sex, and you were sorry for whoever was going to have to come in after the two of you.

You felt his hand sneak down your belly, between your legs, as he started rubbing your clit. “Cum on my cock, baby.”

The encouragement, along with the wet kisses he was leaving on your neck made the band snap, making you cream all over his cock.

“Atta girl. So good for me.” You felt tears prickling your eyes, your emotions on overdrive. Jake groaned, fucking you through your orgasm, which triggered his own. You felt his warm, sticky cum fill you up, as you fluttered around him. His hand trailed down from your neck to your chest, palming your breast, as he held you impossibly close to him.

As you both came down from your highs, you turned your head to the side as you leaned it on his shoulder, catching his eye.

“So?” he asked, chest heaving with deep breaths. “Still think I’m compensating?”

“I never thought you were compensating.” you said, brushing away the blonde hair from his sweaty forehead, the action making his heart clench with affection. He leaned his forehead on yours, waiting for you to catch your breath, as you played with the strands of his hair, before settling on the back of his neck. “I just wanted you to finally finish this game we’ve been playing since we’ve met.”

Jake looked at you, brows furrowing, before a smirk overtook. “You little…” he bit into your neck, making you yelp.

Slowly, he started pulling out, his cum spilling out of you. He tutted, turning you around, before collecting it with his fingers and pushing it back inside you. You whined, overstimulated. Good thing you were on the pill, otherwise he would’ve definitely made it his mission to knock you up. A shiver ran through him as he imagined you pregnant with his child, all round and pretty. He shook his head, willing the thoughts to disappear before he’d actually do something stupid, like get down on one knee and propose.

He's been close to doing it a few times. Like when he drunkenly asked you to have sex with him and you told him you would rather celibate than ever sleep with him, then called him every name in the English dictionary, rage written all over your face, while he just kept grinning at you like a lovesick idiot… he was already hell bent on picking out a nice diamond ring for you. Rooster had to physically stop him from doing it. He thought it was the alcohol, but no. You just had that effect on him.

Your nails scratched down his muscular abdomen, just taking in how good he looked like this, when he caught your wrist. "Careful. If you continue that I might have to take you for another round." His voice was breathy and you grinned, knowingyoudid this to him.

"I always wanted to ride a cowboy." you remarked. He groaned at the thought. You would look so good riding him. Like a dream come true.

"Then how about you come back to my place?" he asked, grinning at you. You shook your head pulling him in for a last kiss, before you put your dress back on and tried to make yourself look like you didn’t just get fucked in a bathroom. You realized it was in vain, since your legs were shaking like a new-born fawn’s, and you had to leave ASAP anyway, because you had his cum running down your thighs.

You sighed, turning back to find him watching you. “Well, what are you waiting for, cowboy?” Jake grinned, picking you up in his strong arms, as he carried you out of the bar.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure you all owe me money.” Javy said, as he saw Jake leave with you. Bob was still looking a little traumatised from the whole ordeal and he didn’t blame him. From how much they heard, it felt like they were inside there with the two of you. He hoped he would never have to listen to his best friend having sex. Penny was giving them all a murderous glare, surely thinking about banning them from the bar. But what mattered was that Jake finally got the girl. He could pay for Bob’s therapy with the money he won.

Phoenix grumbled. “Shut up, you weren’t convinced she really wanted him until now. You only made the bet because he was looking like a kicked puppy when he found out about Rooster’s bet.”