half-cocked & deadly

It seems like all the time that the sun has been in the sky, you’ve known the Codys. Your mother was an addict, leaving when you turned 17. Living with your dad was like living with a feral dog. Constant gnashing of teeth and words you’d both say to hurt the other. Needless to say you’ve been on your own since you turned 18. Smurf more of a mother to you than yours ever was. She knew how fond her boys were of you, keeping you around seemed like the least she could do. Despite not really liking Smurf, you accepted her offer to house you. Three hundred a month, just so she could use you on her books, you figured there were worse apartments for way more so you obliged. Deran was the first to offer to help you move in, being practically inseparable since the two of you met when you were just 8 and Deran 13. The other boys were well past their “friends with girls” phase when you came along, other than Pope, who really never had a “friends with anyone” phase at all. Needless to say, anything Deran did, you were right there with him. The first time you broke a bone Deran was right there, accidentally crashing into you while he was trying to teach you how to surf. The other boys laughed, except for Pope, who just sorta watched. So when Deran proposed the idea of owning his very own bar, you were quick to be his biggest supporter.

Setting down a brown cardboard box filled with your life, Deran spoke for the first time since opening the door. “Would you say I was crazy if I told you I was done with Smurf?” You almost started to roll your eyes before you realized he was serious. “Oh you’re serious?” You smiled, taking a box cutter to open and unpack your dishes. “Fuck off.” He sighed, sitting down on the couch with a groan. “Wait I didn’t mean it—I’m just surprised.” Closing the cabinet you walked over to him looking him in the face. “I wanna open a bar.” Deran muttered, brushing a stray hair behind his ear. “Let's do it.” You smiled back at him.

And the rest was history. You helped Deran and Craig remodel and set up, learned how to serve alcohol and make the food the bar would sell. Many bottles of titos were lost in the attempt to learn all the cool bartender tricks, but you learned enough so it could at least look like you knew what you were doing.

The two of you had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. You worked weekdays, while Deran covered weekends so you could study. Nursing school was hard, but it’s even harder to get through it when you had hardly any money of your own. Deran being the sweetheart he was offered to pay for it, but you simply shook your head, knowing that this was something you needed to do yourself. That's how you found yourself working at the bar in the first place, at least this way you were actually working for it. You were studying one Friday before your shift when Smurf called you. “Hey baby, can you pick up Lenaroo for me?” Her raspy voice echoed through the speaker. You almost sighed before closing your textbook, “Yeah of course, I’ll head over there now.” You said slipping on your sandals at the end of your bed. “Where am I dropping her off? Yours?” You asked, grabbing your keys. “Not today sweetheart I’ve got something to take care of with Baz. You can leave her with Pope.” You nodded and agreed before hanging up to head out the door.

This isn’t the first time you’ve picked Lena up from school, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. Not that you minded though, Lena was a good kid. You watched her a handful of times before, when the boys were on a job and Smurf was too drunk to pull herself from her expensive ass bed. You knew Lena felt like a burden, it wasn’t her fault her dad was a piece of shit. To be honest she was the one good thing that was consistent in your life except for Deran. “Hey kiddo hop in!” You smiled at the girl as she climbed up into your jeep. “Learn anything cool today?” She shook her head at your words, “Well that’s okay, ‘you hungry?” She nodded again. “How about we go get lunch at that place you like, hm? The one with the good mac n cheese?” Shockingly this time she spoke, “Can we?” You smiled and pulled out of the car line, “Duh silly, let’s go.”

Lena and you both ate, she decided on mac n cheese and chicken tenders. Can’t go wrong with that, but you chose a turkey wrap, something light since you knew you’d snack at work later.

Your knuckles met the wood of the door as you knocked on the door. Lena stood beside you with her backpack as the door suddenly swung open. “Hey Andrew.” You smiled, and you swore he almost did too. The truth was Pope softened when he was around you. He always sorta had. You were the only person who called him Andrew besides Smurf, he knew it meant more coming from you anyways. “Hey.” He almost whispered your name, turning towards Lena. “Come in.” he motioned awkwardly. “Oh uhm I can’t stay but I’ll see you tonight?” He shook his head, “Yeah maybe.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find Andrew attractive. Hell anyone with eyes would be, but you saw him like no one else did. Yes his curly hair and freckles were a plus, but you saw him for who he really was. He wasn’t a monster, not really, not when you watched him care for Lena time and time again. How he showed up for her when no one else did, how he took care of his brothers when they were in a bind. Hell he even helped his mother after he found out she was force feeding him anti-psychotics. He couldn’t be bad, no, not your Andrew.

Friday night was one of the busiest of the week, save for Saturday. This Friday however, was the biggest turn out the bar had ever seen. Countless shots poured, beers served, cups shattered on the concrete floor. You didn’t break one time, moving with rhythm like your body was made for this, your face not faltering even a single time. Pope had come in about an hour ago, sitting quietly and nursing the same, now warm beer he had gotten when he first sat down. “Hey sugar, you dress like that just for me?” Some guy, several shots deep slurred towards you. “Just a tank top and shorts pervert.” You rolled your eyes, pouring another shot for Adrian who was waiting for Deran to come out of the back. “Who you callin’ a pervert, slut?” He bit out, clearly wounded by your words. “Excuse the fuck out of me, what did you just say?” You turned to him, bottle of grey goose in hand. “You heard me bitch.” He reached towards you and before you could pull away he was tackled to the ground.

“Holy shit—“ Craig muttered out with a beer in his hand, arm slung around some girl. “What the fuck—Craig help him!” You screamed as you watched Pope get punched right in the nose, taking no time before absolutely beating the shit out of the guy who harassed you. “Andrew! Stop, you're gonna kill him!” You pulled on his bicep and he punched one last time before his eyes met your teary ones. “The fuck is going on?” Deran finally emerged as the man scrambled to get up and out of the door. “He was just leaving.” Pope said nonchalantly, wiping blood from his nose. Pulling your hands down your face you stormed past the saloon doors leading to the kitchen. Pope was quick to find you. “You alright?” He asked. You shook your head in awe, “What the fuck was that Andrew?” You almost screamed and all he could do was shrug. “He was gonna hurt you.” You lean your back against the freezer, “You can’t just do shit like that! You almost killed him!” You bit back at his unworried figure, “Yeah but I didn’t.” A tear fell past your lash line, trailing mascara down your cheek.

“I just—I don’t understand you Andy.” He winced at the name, but let you speak. “Why do you do this?” You looked at him for an answer, for anything really. He looked back at you with a bloody nose and eyes that looked like they belonged to a kicked puppy. “I love you.” Your name left his lips and you shook your head, no you didn’t hear that right. He called your name again, stepping closer, “I love you.” Your breath mixed with his at the close proximity the two of you stood in, “Say something, please.” He begged. “I love you too Andrew.” His lips met yours immediately after the words left your mouth. Andrew tasted of beer, blood, and something that was him entirely. Tapping your thigh, signaling to jump, you obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist. His mouth never left yours as he laid you down on the thin mattress that Deran kept to crash on. “This okay?” He asked settling between your thighs. “Yes Andy please.” You begged. Your shorts were on the floor in an instant, the thin cotton of your panties not far behind.

Pope ate you like a man starved, lapping happily into you. Your fingers found his curls as you pulled against his scalp. He rewarded you with a low hum, dipping his tongue into you. His fingers found your core as he lapped at your clit, buried knuckle deep as you cried in pleasure under him. “Fuck—Andrew!” You whined, as he licked well past your orgasm, starting to overstimulate you. Andrew’s eyes found yours as he braced your hips with his strong arm, continuing his pleasurable assault on your clit. Only after drawing another orgasm from you was he satisfied. “Too much?” He asked, licking your slick from his lips. Your mouth dropped at the sight, shaking your head. “Ah ah—gotta tell me baby.” He cooed, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Need you Andy..” Your hips bucking with frustration. “Greedy girl.” He tsked. Pulling your tank top off in a quick movement, flipping you onto your stomach. “Condom?” Pope asked, tracing your hip with his thumb, “Uhm the drawer.” You muttered, face down into the pillow. The zip! of his jeans felt like your favorite sound as your body shuttered with excitement. The gold wrapped looked like sin in his teeth as he rolled the rubber onto himself. “You sure you want this?” He asked, the weight of his cock resting on your ass. “Yes—yes I’m sure.” You said breathlessly, too much adrenaline coursing through your body to deliver anything more. “This isn’t just sex.” He admitted, “I know—please fuck me.” You whimpered.

The sun stung on top of your skin. The mid day heat was just setting in as a bead of sweat dripped from your brow. “Hey babes, I'm clocking out, I think there is one more player today and you then can head home.” You nodded at the woman, “Thank you Steph, I’ll close everything down when I’m done.” She offered a small smile as she gathered her things and left the club.

Working at the country club had its perks for sure. Despite having to swallow your pride for old rich assholes that ordered you around, most of the time it was pretty chill. Leaving with a few hundreds in tips more times than you could count. Being a ball girl wasn’t hard work by any means, at least how you worked it. The men at the club basically paid you to flirt with them. Picking up tennis balls and smiling sweetly, all while the tan from their wedding bands sat in.

This is your second summer working for the country club, and would prove to be the best one so far. “Hey sweetheart, we're ready for our game.” An older man muttered, snapping you out of your disassociation. “Right—yes sorry, follow me.” You smiled, taking a second to look at him more clearly. Grey curls tucked underneath his tennis hat, racket in hand. The dry-fit shirt that framed his arms deliciously, and the freckles that seemingly trailed his whole body from what you could tell. “Mr. Abbot and Mr. Robinavitch, you can follow me to court 3.” Your white skirt hugged your legs as you led them past the gate. The tanktop you were wearing, suddenly feeling too tight. As they unpacked their bags, you popped open a fresh tube of tennis balls, taking a second to smell the rubber. “Is this your first game here?” You asked the men as you drew their names on the board, marking their court. “No, we've played here a few times.” Jack grinned, “Let’s see if I beat your ass again brother.” He barked confidently. “Not a chance in hell am I letting that happen again, Dana still won’t let me live down the last time.” Robby smirked. You couldn’t help but take mental note of the absence of jewelry on Jack’s left hand as he wrapped his racket. “Ready when you are boys.” You smiled and bounced a ball, “Who’s game?” You asked as Robby nodded his head to Jack, “All yours player.” Blush crept up your face as Jack caught the ball, stepping back on the heels of your new balances to get out of the way.

As the game went on, you couldn’t help but smile every time Jack scored. You’ve never let yourself get this close to your job, but this time you can’t help it. “That’s game boys!” You clapped your hands, walking towards Jack. Your french tips barely wrapped around his thick wrist as you held his hand up in victory. “Mr. Abbot wins again.” You smile as you watch his face turn pink. “Thanks sweetheart.” Robby claps and bows, “Good game brother, good game.” He muttered as he wiped his sweat with a small towel. Dropping your hand from his wrist, Jack’s fingers brushed yours and your spine tingled. “You can call me Jack.” You nodded, making yourself smaller as you wiped the board. Robby and Jack packed their bags up behind you, while you cleaned up the court. “Thanks for having us.” Robby's mouth turned up in a scrunched kind of smile as he headed out of the court. “Thank you for today, best game I’ve had in a while.” Jack ducked his head down to you a little as he slipped a few fifties into your palm. “Thank you Jack.” You kept your cool, pocketing the cash and waving them goodbye.

Closing that night was quiet—no, silent. You could still feel his fingers on your skin from earlier as heat bloomed inside of you. Cleaning the beverage carts, and finally wiping down the bar, you locked up and drove home.

The next weekend was pure chaos, the fourth of July is a rich person’s favorite holiday it seemed. More people flooded in and out of the club than you could count. You were cleaning up a court, picking up tennis balls, as the walkie-talkie on your waistband beeped. Your name echoed from the speaker, “Can you come to the front doll, you have someone here askin’ for ya.” Steph’s voice rang from the device. Confused, you replied, “Yeah let me finish up here, I’ll be right down.” picking up the final few balls you closed the gate and headed to the front. Who was asking for me? God I hope it isn’t Mr. Russo I’ve told him a thousand times I’m not interested—Oh.

“Jack.” You smiled, breathing out an almost sigh of relief. “Hope I’m not bugging you.” He replied. “No! I mean—no, not at all.” Nice save. He smirked, “Well I’m here to play a game if you’re free.” With a nod you showed him to an empty cage. “All alone today, player?” Jack nodded as you popped open a tube of tennis balls. “Yeah—hoping you’d play a round with me.” Jack grinned as you tossed him a ball. “Oh? And what do I get if I do?” Cocking your head, you held up a racket. “What do you want, honey?” Jack watched as you pressed a manicured finger to your lips pretending to think. “If I win, you have to buy me a coach bag.” You smiled, “It’s yours.” He replied.

A few games later and to your surprise, you won. “Pay up Abbot.” You teased, packing up your racket. “Come on, we’ll go get your bag.” He murmured as he packed up. “What? We’re actually going to coach?” you seemed surprised. “It’s what you wanted, isn't it?” you nodded, “Then what’re you standing there for? C’mon.”

Jack’s truck was nice. Brand new Ford F150 with the whole package. More money than you’d ever made. Chrome black wrapped the truck, with a veteran tag. “You served?” Trying to make conversation, to keep your thoughts from echoing too loud. “Yeah ‘ts how I lost my leg.” Jack’s knuckles went white as he glanced over at you, thighs pressing together. “So how would your wife feel about you buying me a bag, hm?” you questioned. “Well I’d have to have one for her to feel some typa way, wouldn’t I sweetheart.” You almost couldn’t hide your smile. The low hum of the truck filled the cab, radio lost to the heat that hung in the air.

“That the one you want, kid?” Jack asked, smirk plastered on his face. “Yeah—Is it too much?” You put the bag on your shoulder, looking at yourself in the mirror. “Nah, why don’t you get the wallet too.” Your face went red. “Jack..this is too much.” he dismissed your words with a wave of his hand. Heading to the checkout, the sales associate rung you up. “What’s the occasion?” You looked towards Jack at her words, “Oh—uhm just ‘cause.” He smiled, handing his card over. “Well I think you did pretty good dad.” She smiled and your face went pale. Your words coming out of your mouth before you could stop. “Yeah thank you daddy.” smiling innocently as the cashier handed over your bag. Jack’s jaw was clenched as his hand trailed to your lower back, ushering you out of the store and back to his truck. “What the hell was that huh?” He asked as he pulled out of the parking spot. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You played coy. “Yeah real cute.” He shook his head. “What?” He shook his head with a small laugh, “Gonna get me in trouble baby.” Testing your limits you lean over the arm rest, “I like trouble.” Pressing a kiss to his cheek. All of Jack’s resolve crumbled. Pulling off onto a side road, Jack parked in the gravel. Hidden out of sight from passersby your heart pounded hard in your chest. “Still talking big?”. To Jack’s surprise you nodded your head, unclipping your seatbelt and settling into his lap. “Show me Jack.” You begged, breath hot on his neck, lips ghosting just above the skin. “You don’t know what you’re asking from me, kid.” He tried, only growing harder under you. “Please—daddy?” You whined, kissing just below his ear. That did him in.

A mess of teeth and tongues, your tanktop pulled up and over your head. “Jack..” He groaned at your neediness. “Tryin’ baby—fuck you’re killing me.” He growled. Your back hit the steering wheel as you fumbled with Jack’s belt. “Easy, slow down, we have time.” He laughed. “Need you Jack.” You responded, shaking your head. Finally pulling his cock from the confines of his khakis. Swiftly pulling your panties to the side and sinking down onto him with a hiss. “Oh fuck!” You moaned as you took him inch by inch. “S-So big oh my god.” Jack groaned at your words, whispering a ‘fuck’ under his breath. Pressing his forehead to your chest as he twitched inside you. “Don’t move.” He said lowly. “Trying not to cum like a teenager right now baby—please don’t move.” You smiled, pulling off him just enough, before sinking back down again. Jack’s hands gripped your hips, and he gave you a warning look. “Sweetheart..” He tried. You didn’t listen though, not when you had him begging like this. Sinking down one more time before Jack took matters in his own hands. “Backseat, now.” He ordered, and you obeyed. Whining as he pulled you off of him, crawling into the back seat. Following suit, Jack pinned you against the leather of his bench seat. “I asked you so nicely, you didn’t wanna listen though, huh?” He smirked. pushing your skirt up around your hips, pulling your legs over his shoulders. Licking a stripe against the wet cotton fabric you writhed under him. “Gonna get what I give you or nothing at all. Got it?” Jack asked, hot breath fanning over your core. Nodding quickly, Jack shook his head. “Ah-ah, words pretty girl.” You could die happy right now. “Jack please.” Humming in a satisfied tone, Jack pressed his tongue flat against you. Pulling the cotton to the side, dipping into you. “Oh god!” You screamed as he lapped at your core mercilessly, quickly drawing an orgasm from you. With your legs still over his shoulders, chest heaving from your climax, Jack sunk into you. Legs shaking with a delicious stretch, as his tip brushed your cervix. “So good for me babygirl.” He smiled, kissing up your neck. Drilling into you like it was the last thing he would ever do. “Close—Jack-Fuck!” you cried in pleasure as his hand found your clit. “Can feel you squeezing me doll.” Jack whispered, “It’s okay let go f’me, yeah?” Almost like you were waiting for his permission, you came when he finally said you could. Saying his name like a prayer. Hell maybe this was stupid, some dumb mistake you made. A line that was never meant to be crossed, but you were sure of one thing—and his name was Jack Abbot.