Vengeance Is A Bow

8 months past

Nashville, TN

Jake

“You’re a fucking drag these days,” Dave said, shuffling the deck of cards in his hand as his eyes refused to meet yours. Of course he’d think you were a drag, you refused to go out with them to bars. You refused to go to the parties he and Danny held, hell you refused to do much of anything outside of working on music. You thought they understood, right, and perhaps for the first month of wallowing and self loathing they had. 

“Just because I’m dry doesn’t mean I’m a drag,” you bit out, annoyed as ever as you watched him deal out a round of Texas Hold ‘Em. “And don’t even say it’s because I won’t party with you. I’m fucking here tonight, aren’t I?”

“Didn’t dumb and dumber,” Dave nodded toward where Danny and Sam sat to your left and his right. “Bribe you to be here?”

“We fucking did,” Daniel confirmed, his cards in hand as he studied them. “Three blunts, two hundred dollars, and those vintage Ray Ban sunglasses I found.” You couldn’t help the smirk that played on your lips, the sunglasses in question tucked safely into your shirt pocket. 

“Damn,” Sam chuckled, pulling back a swig of the Highnoon in his hand. “Jake, face it. Dave meant you’re a drag because you’re so damn tightly wound these days.” 

“Samuel.” Your eyes cut to your youngest sibling before falling slowly on Daniel and then Dave. 

“I meant you’re a drag because you’ve sat there in silence all night except for saying two words, you need to get laid.” 

“I do not ne-,” you silenced yourself mid protest as Dave shot his hand up defiantly. 

“Yes, you do. What’s it been, like six or seven months or some shit?” 

“Eight,” Sam and Danny both said in unison, both their deal of the cards landing on the table as they threw in the towel. 

“Eight months and twelve days, if we want to be precise.” Sam echoed the words you’d probably grumbled once or twice, or ten times. 

“Look, I’m fine. I’m not tightly wound or uptight or what the fuck ever.” 

“Sure,” Dave nodded, lips pursing. You knew that look, one you’d seen often enough when you’d first met the younger man. One that told you he was scheming. “Let me hook you up. My girl has this fri-.”

“Fuck no,” you refused, lighting the end of the blunt you’d just pulled from where it had been tucked behind your ear. Maybe you’d quit drinking, but smoking was an entirely different story. You needed that to satiate your nerves, to keep your anxiety at bay. 

“Okay fine. None of her friends. Then let me hook you up with Dom’s neighbor. She’s bad, dude, I almost asked her out.” 

“You have a girlfriend,” Daniel reminded him, both of them sharing a look and chuckling. “You didn’t tell me you actually got to meet her.” You zoned out, barely listening as Dave filled Danny in on whoever he was talking about, only focusing again when Aaron finally made his presence known. 

“Forget them, Jake, but look. I do think it would do you some good to get yourself out there back into the world.”

“And what do you propose I do, oh wise one?” Your narrowed eyes landed on your manager and friend as you took a long, slow hit from the blunt pinched between your thumb and forefinger. “Join tinder?” 

“Well,” Aaron swiped the spliff you’d been hitting and raised it to his lips. “If you want, but..” he trailed off as he pulled a drag in, held it for a moment before sneaking in an extra breath and exhaling. “I know someone I think would be perfect for you.” 

“Of course you do.” You didn’t mean to sound so bitter, honest. It was just that everyone seemed to know someone who would be perfect for you. But none of them would be her, and that was something you’d need to deal with. You’d considered dating again, trying to move on. But every time you thought you’d shaken her from you, gotten her far enough from under your skin, something else would remind you of the biggest fumble of your life. 

“Have an open mind,” Aaron suggested, passing the blunt to Dave as he side eyed you. 

“Fine. An open mind. Who is it?”

“Well, it’s someone we have been working closely with at the office.” Fucking great. No one, absolutely no one, in that fucking office was your type. Nowhere near it. “Don’t give me that look,” Aaron reprimanded as you deadpanned at him. “She doesn’t work there, she’s doing work for the company. She’s fun, and cute. I don’t know, I think you two would get along. Plus, she mentioned she was single yesterday. Let me set you up on a bl-.”

“A blind date?! No, fuck that.” You knew what he was suggesting was a bad idea, no way could you go on a blind date. That seemed so vintage and old fashioned to you. You needed real information, photos, something so you had a better idea of who this person was before agreeing. 

“One date dude. If you don’t like her, you don’t have to see her again. But maybe it’ll encourage you to get out of this damn rut.” 

“I’m not in a rut.” 

“He’s in mourning,” Sam rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah well, it’s been eight months, that’s dead and buried. Time to get back out there.” You hated the way Aaron spoke about what the two of you had shared, but at the end of it all no one but the two of you had really known what was going on. Hell, even when she’d visited you in Oklahoma you’d flown to Iowa on a separate flight than your brothers. Sam and Danny had met her, sure, and Josh briefly but no one else had and part of what you liked had been the secrecy and the mystery about it. It was thrilling, risky even if you pretended it was some forbidden thing. Underneath the facade of some forbidden affair, you had really cared hadn’t you? Even when you showed it least, the sting of that loss was still very present for you. The last eight months had been spent working to overcome the dumb fuck insecurities that had dug your grave, in hopes of one day being better for whoever the future brought. But were you ready for that? 

“One date,” Aaron again, interrupting your thoughts as your mouth ran dry. You should say yes, just to get that first one out of the way. Maybe it would encourage you to try and meet someone else. Not that you were real eager to do that. 

“Aaron.”

“I’ll plan it and all. You just show up when and where I say okay? Just trust me on this.” You did trust him, which made this decision harder.  Because you didn’t want to trust anyone but yourself in the given situation. Even if you’d proved yourself to be the least trustworthy. 

“Fuck. I’m going to regret this,” you mumbled to yourself mostly, aiming your words at no one in particular. “Fine.” 

Two days later

Nashville, TN

Her

You were nervous, more than nervous, as you traced the condensation from your glass with the tip of your pointer finger. Aaron had given you exactly no information, aside from telling you that it was someone he worked closely with, when he had finally persuaded you to say yes to a blind date. You weren’t even sure why you had agreed, sitting here now with your legs crossed and the short length of your dress riding up with every move. You had to laugh to yourself, you felt ridiculous sitting at the bar of Oak Steakhouse waiting for some mystery man whose name you didn’t even know. Whose profession you were unaware of and whose intentions were still, as everything else, unknown. Really, the only thing Aaron had told you was where to be and when. He had even sited an “can you just trust me” when you had messaged him that afternoon saying how unsure you were about this blind date. So you tried, fulfilling his request of letting him know what color you were wearing so this mystery man could find you at the bar. 

“Excuse me,” a familiar voice came from behind, a large hand resting atop the bar near your elbow. “You wouldn’t happen to be meeting a blind date here would you?” 

You turned slowly, peering up through your lashes at a face you hadn’t seen in months. It couldn’t be him, right? Surely, he wasn’t the one you’d been set up with. Staring blankly, you ran through what you knew about Aaron and the company he worked for that had hired you. Q Prime, management company, Aaron Frank. You were leading your team in building their new website.  You could faintly remember an instance with the man now before you, phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to his manager Aaron. How the hell had, surely this wasn’t, he couldn’t be who Aaron had set you up with? Right?

Of course he fucking was. Jake stood there in a pair of black slacks, a sleek black button up tucked into them. Buttoned just high enough for the material to kiss the lowest point of his sternum, the sides of the soft fabric splayed open to reveal the cluster of coin like pendants lying there against his smooth chest. 

“Y/N?” Jake’s pupils dilated, making his caramel eyes darken significantly as the two of you shared a beat of eye contact before his eyes fell over your body. Drinking you in, warming you with the heat of his gaze as he admired the emerald green satin dress you’d worn. 

“Hello, Mr. Kiszka,” you breathed, forgetting momentarily the hurt he had caused you. The ache you’d felt for so long in every part of your being when you’d forced yourself to walk away. The anger you’d felt with each packed box and bag that you carried into the small house you’d rented in haste. 

“Bunny.” A statement made in whisper, a shaky breath as his fingertips crawled across the worn wood of the bar top until they brushed gently over yours. “I think I will die right here in this spot if you tell me you are here to meet another man.”

“Jacob,” you couldn’t help the way it laughed out of you, the ridiculous notion that he would die brought it on. “Did Aaron send you?”

“He did. I’m…did he tell you that you were meeting me?”

“No.” You shook your head, looking away from him finally. “He simply told me it was a friend. I hadn’t put two and two together that he was your manager.” 

“Oh. I won’t be mad if you’d like to leave then,” he sounded defeated, which you hated because that wasn’t the Jake you knew. Confident, cocky even. That was the man standing before you, at least outwardly that’s how he appeared. “But I’d love the chance to share dinner with you, if you’ll have me.”

If you'd have him. You knew simply that he meant dinner, if you’d have his presence before you willingly. But the statement took you back to your last time with him, the night the power had gone out and he’d made love to your body with his. Is this the last time I get to have you? 

“Okay,” you agreed with a nod, eyes washing over him before meeting his stare again. He offered his hand out to you as you uncrossed your legs and slid off the barstool, hesitating momentarily before placing your hand in his palm and allowing him to lead you to a table. And he did, leading you right to a chair and pulling it out for you, only rounding the table to his own chair once you’d sat and he’d pushed the chair in a bit for you. 

“You look…even more beautiful than I remember,” Jake rasped once he had settled into his own chair, relaxing back into it some. “That color on you…”

“How have you been?” You didn’t want niceties, compliments to stroke your ego. If so, you’d have told him how fucking gorgeous he looked. How god damn irresistible in those well fitting dress pants of his, with his chest showing just enough to satiate your desire to see what it looked like but to leave you still completely wanting more. This was the part you hated, how deliciously sexy the man was. Making it difficult to discern whether your willingness to share the table with him was simply due to the eye candy, or residual feelings? 

“Well,” his shoulders shrugged as a server approached, interrupting his thoughts as she introduced herself and offered to take a drink order. To his credit, he simply asked for water and you declined with a quick glance to your glass from the bar before she was gone again. “I’ve been okay, keeping busy.” And by busy did he mean balls deep in other women? Or four fingers into a bottle of scotch? The same intrusive thoughts you had every time he managed to cross your mind, which hadn’t been often but was still more than you cared to admit. You were questioning nearly as much before you could stop yourself. 

“Busy hm? How many women are you juggling these days?” It was a low blow, the look you both shared after confirming that. He was hurt by the accusation that wasn’t even as much as you declaring it a fact, and you were hurt by the idea that there probably were other women. 

“You know, that’s how I know you cared about me even when you refused to admit it. Mean little thing you are, bet that tongue tastes so sweet even covered in all that venom.” Oh, he sounded so sexy as he said it, the words drawling slow out of him. Just the bite of the raspiness penetrating you down to the very core. 

“Just like you to deflect from the actual question,” you answered, eyebrows jumping as you stared across the table at him.

“There are no women,” he answered in earnest, finger tips drumming lightly against the table in a slow fall. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. “And for you, Bunny? Are there men lining up at your door to take you out each night?” 

“No,” you snorted, raising your drink to your lips and sipping from it before continuing as you set the glass down gently. “There was a man for a few months but…” your eyes dropped from holding contact with him again, half ashamed that you’d even attempted a relationship after him knowing damn well you hadn’t moved on. 

“Oh,” Jake sighed softly, worrying his lips into a thin line before chewing the inside of his cheek. “A few months…” he trailed off, as if deep in thought as he furrowed his brow and raised his previously busy hand to his chin and stroked over it a time or two. “And was he found wanting?” 

“Jacob,” a warning? No. A statement. You knew he would ask, but were you ready to divulge the facts?

“Bunny,” he rasped in that sexy, husky voice of his. Pleading in a way as you locked eyes again, his wide and waiting. 

“A few months,” you confirmed nonchalantly, hoping to down play and skim past the entire thing. “He was great, honestly, and for the first few months I was quite hopeful…happy…” you shrugged then, busying yourself by taking another sip from your glass before clearing your throat, licking your lips anxiously. 

“And then?” He urged you on, leaning forward with his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm as if you were telling a great story. 

“And then I just wasn’t.” 

“That’s a cop out, what happened?” Fine, whatever. It was a cop out. Of course Jacob knew that. Of course he would demand to know what happened, want to know all the dirty little details you kept away to save face. 

“And then,” you blew out a slow and steadying breath, sure this would never get easier because you didn’t much like admitting to the fact you failed to move on from the man before you. “I woke up in his very expensive penthouse one night and realized that-.”

“That he wasn’t me? That he couldn’t fuck you the way I fucked you?” Little shit, cocky still. 

“Contrary to what you might believe, Jake, there are people who look for more than great sex.” 

“So you think I was great?” He smirked, pulling his cheeks in and pursing his lips out much to your dismay. You couldn’t help but huff and cross your arms defensively over your chest, mostly because he was great. That you couldn’t deny, and would be hard pressed to do so regardless. He didn’t need to know that. 

“If you just want me to stroke your ego, feel free to just say that so I can get drunk while doing it. Otherwise, drop the big dick swinging act and be real with me.” 

“Did I strike a nerve?”

“Do you want to see me walk away with your own eyes this time?”

Jake’s face softened then, a hurt in his eyes you’d not seen before. You never wanted to be the cause of such a painful look again, not where he was concerned. 

Fuck. 

“Continue. Penthouse. You realized what?” He put on a stoic face, putting distance between you again as he relaxed back into his seat. 

“I realized he was great, checked every box I had except…” you could see him itching to say ‘except he wasn’t me’ but to his credit, he kept his lips pressed together in a worried line. “I wasn’t excited to wake up next to him. I didn’t care to hear about finances and business modules, or why the Chiefs are the greatest football team. There was no part of me that wanted to host his Sunday football watch parties. Do you know what it’s like to be handed the All American Dream and be completely underwhelmed by it?” 

“I have no clue how that feels, no.” 

“I’m sure. My mother, my brothers, they all called me crazy because even after four months this man would’ve probably given me the world.” 

“But you aren’t interested in his world.” 

“Not in the least.”

“So then what, Bunny, are you interested in?” He studied you as you paused for a beat, relaxing the defensive way you held yourself protectively before finishing the last bit of liquid courage in your near empty glass. 

“La-you know it doesn’t matter. In the end, he just wasn’t for me, so I walked away.” You had stopped yourself from admitting to the late nights in random hotels, the direct flights to places you had no real want to go prior to him. Admitting to the addiction of the way your body shivered when the cold metal of that little barbel came into contact with places of your body you weren’t used to cold metal touching. 

“I know what that looks like,” his turn to be defensive. Protective. His broad shoulders dropping back to make him sit up taller. 

“Jake,” you sighed apologetically, looking down at your lap as you thought of how to continue. 

“Look. This place isn’t my vibe. It’s not even yours. Come home with me, I’ll cook us dinner. We can actually talk.” You shouldn’t be alone with him, knew how persuasive he could be, and yet. 

“Okay,” you breathed, much to his relief. He was quick to stand, waiting until you followed suit before hesitantly taking your hand and leading you out of the restaurant to his car. The drive to his house passed in near silence, familiar streets you’d driven hundreds of times passing by until he pulled into his driveway and ushered you out of the vehicle and into the house. 

Very little about the place had changed, a new throw over the back of his reading chair. A different runner along the hall floor between the living room and kitchen. 

“I haven’t had much time to clean up lately,” Jake said apologetically as you looked around, as if the place were a true mess or something. 

“Don’t be silly,” you shook your head as you settled against the counter, watching him stand awkwardly near the fridge. 

“Steak fit your fancy for the night?” He cocked an eyebrow up, turning his left side to you just slightly. 

“Whatever you’d like to cook,” you shrugged nonchalantly, both of you staring at one another for a beat before Jake moved to get items from the fridge. You watched him go about preparing dinner for the two of you in silence for several long minutes before he cleared his throat. 

“I meant it when I said there haven’t been any women,” he offered with his back to you, diligently working at cutting the ends off stalks of asparagus. “When I came home from Mexico, those final shows. And you were just…gone.” His shoulders jumped as he sighed heavily. “I knew I had really fucked up, not that I hadn’t known before. But, I-.”

“You aren’t used to women walking away from you?” He stilled as you watched the muscles in his shoulders tense and jump. “As you said, you can have anyone. Right?”

Jake spun on his heel, advancing toward you with the kitchen knife still in hand before he placed it on the island top and blocked you in with his hands on the counter on either side of you. 

“Yeah. That’s right. I wasn’t used to someone upholding boundaries like that.” He held eye contact, intense and deep for a beat before cutting his eyes down to the floor. “You wrecked me. Deservedly so…”

“That was eight months ago, Jake. I’m expected to believe you’ve not been with a single person since then?” You crossed your arms over your chest, effectively pushing him a step further from you as he dropped his hands from the counter. 

“No, I mean I wouldn’t believe me either. Given the things I’ve done. But why do you think Aaron set us up?”

“He said he had a friend who hadn’t been dating and was ready to meet someone!” Your voice rose a touch, the need to defend why you agreed to said date rising without subsequent reason. He wasn’t even questioning why you said yes, simply trying to argue his case. 

“Exactly. He was tired of me moping around. Not that I’d been moping. I’ve just stayed busy. But I guess I’ve become a “downer” or whatever. I think Sam’s exact words were “tightly wound”.” You giggled at the thought, the sound involuntarily bubbling up and out of you before your hand shot up and covered your mouth at the same time as his piercing gaze set back in on your face. “You laughing at me, bunny?”

You shook your head side to side in protest before dropping your hand. “Sorry. No. Not laughing.”

“Mm liar. As much as I love the sound of that giggle, I’m a bit offended here.”

“Well. He’s not exactly wrong, Jacob. And the idea you think you aren’t tightly wound is funny.” His stare hardened and narrowed momentarily. 

“Maybe I am tightly wound. But all the more reason for you to hear what I’m saying. I chose not to see anyone, because I knew there must’ve been something absolutely fucked up in my head if I was messing whatever we had up to stroke my own ego.” You heard the steak he’d put in the pan prior sizzle and pop, drawing your attention from his words to the stove behind him. 

“I think you’re on the verge of burning the steak…”

“Fuck the steak,” he remarked, spinning back to the stove and turning the burner off as he moved the cast iron skillet to a different burner. “Unless you’re starving, but if not…” Jake turned back to you once more, stepping close and cupping your face in his large palms. “I said I was sorry eight months ago, and I’m saying it now. I’m sorry for what I did, because it was wrong and immature. I’ve spent months dissecting why and just as long contemplating how to be better. And trying to be. But you’ll never, never know that I’ve changed if you don’t give me a chance to show you.” 

“That scares me, Jake. I gave you a chance the first time, and you hurt me.”

“And I’m sorry I did. I’m not making excuses for my behavior. I fucked up. I did you wrong. I know the idea of giving me another chance is scary. But I’m still asking you to forgive me and let me try again to be the man you deserve.” 

“I don’t know, Jake.” His thumbs caressed the high points of your cheeks before he leaned in and pressed a gentle, feather light, kiss against your lips. 

“Please?” Another press of his lips to yours, his left hand idling its way down and snaking around to the back of your neck. “Just one little chance.” Another soft kiss, his lips lingering against yours before he pulled his head back to provide you a bit more space. 

“Jacob.” You couldn’t even sound stern, the way you wanted to melt into him. Against him. Weak knees and all. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, savoring the way his kiss left you yearning for more. 

“Bunny,” he whispered, suddenly closer to you again as you let your eyes open slowly to his perfect face. “Baby I’ve missed you so bad,” he exhaled, kissing you slow and deep after. The hand he’d been cupping your jaw with moved around until his arm was hugging you to him, his large hand splayed out against your ass cheek as the two of you made out. Grasping at the front of his dress shirt, your finger and thumb absently worked the buttons open slowly, not that he had many buttoned as it were. 

Jake licked into your mouth slow and deliberate, rolling and flicking his tongue against yours as he squeezed and grasped your ass, his left hand finding its way to do the same. God, it felt good to kiss him again didn’t it? Moisture immediately collecting at your center as he pushed his knee between your legs and pressed you back against the island of his kitchen. 

“Jake,” you managed to pant after his mouth had abandoned yours to find new real estate to spoil on your neck. He hummed in response, sucking gently at the sensitive skin under your ear as he bunched the hem of your dress up in his hands. To your own surprise, you simply moaned in response as goosebumps raised over your skin. His touch was divine, heavenly in the most hellacious way. 

“Bunny,” he spoke against your heated skin, his lips leaving wet open mouthed kisses as he moved down to your collarbone. “Can I touch you baby?” His lips moved against the skin of your shoulder, the feeling of his fingertips playing now at the waistband of the underwear you’d worn. When had his hand moved there? When it had just been bunching the fabric of your dress up? 

He was too good at this, dammit. And to deny his touch might kill you, especially now after so long. 

“Please,” you managed, your abdominal muscles jumping and spasming as you felt the slow crawl of his fingers slide under the satin material. 

“Please,” he had the nerve to mock you even now as he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear and exhaled slowly. “So polite, Bunny.” Jake brushed his fingertips against your slit, slowly pushing his middle digit through your folds as your hips bucked toward him. Not that his touch was unexpected, moreso that it was so anticipated you’d grown eager before he’d even gotten there. “Honey, you’re soaked already.” 

You growled in response, his foot nudging your legs apart further as he lightly circled your clit. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, biting into your lower lip as Jake pulled back just enough to watch your face. 

“Feel good, Bunny?” He moved his work down to focus at your entrance, circling it before fucking his middle finger into your tight cunt. 

Would he know you hadn’t even allowed yourself the gratification of self pleasure since ending your brief relationship? Could he tell how sensitive you were, not just to touch in general but especially to his? 

“I’m still mad at you,” you gasped as he fucked his digit into you slow and deep, watching your face as he did. 

“And I am sincerely apologizing,” he groaned, adding a second finger and curling them both back toward himself as you clenched tightly around them. 

“Okay, okay,” you panted, hands grabbing at his neck and pulling his face in close to kiss him. Jake allowed your lips to brush against his briefly before pulling back again, fingers curled deep in you as he smirked. 

“Forgive me?”

“Yea-yeah,” you nodded eagerly, moving back in to kiss him once more when he again pulled away. 

“Take me back, Bunny?” Did he want you to spell it out for him, or sing it in his ear? Damn. 

“Jake,” you whined, tone bratty as your chest heaved. You needed more of him, but you weren’t willing to say it. Not even willing to confirm you’d take him back after saying you’d forgiven him. Not yet at least. Too stubborn to just admit you’d probably have taken him back the moment you realized he had been your blind date. 

“Take me back, Y/N.” He stilled, removing his fingers from your needy cunt and stepping back from you enough to lose all contact. 

“Jake,” you pouted, going so far as to stomp your foot lightly in an act of, what? Defiance? Maybe. Stubbornness, absolutely. Brattiness, good chance. 

“Y/N. I’m serious. Take me back,” was he begging? Well, yes. He was, and even though his tone still held that sexy rasp to it, there was a hint of pleading there too. “I’ll give you whatever you want, you can have all of me. I just…I need to hear you say you want me.” 

“I want you.” A whisper, softly settling into the space between your body and his before he advanced forward again. Jake’s hand cupped the back of your neck as his lips touched yours briefly before his free hand was pushing the strap of your dress off your shoulder to expose the skin there. His mouth made a quick, wet trail down your neck and to where the fabric had just been resting as his hands came down and around to cup your ass cheeks before he lifted you off the ground. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his hips and Jake turned to carry you from the kitchen. Making it as far as the stairs, he lingered at the bottom step as he sucked and marked your creamy skin before leaning forward enough to sit you down on one of the steps. 

“I need to be inside you, immediately,” he groaned, hands pawing at your panties as yours reached out and messed with his belt long enough for it to fall open. It took seconds for him to have your underwear off, his pants undone with the sides splayed open and his hand fisting his cock before he was pulling it out. 

Fuck. How was it possible that even the thick veins running the length of his dick were sexy? You were practically salivating seeing his hand wrapped tightly around the girth of it. Jake stroked his hand slowly from the base of his cock to the tip, his mouth hanging open slightly as he watched for your reaction to him. 

“Baby, please,” you said, rounding your eyes out as you glanced from his face to his cock a time or two. It took nothing more for him to situate himself between your legs before hooking an arm around your body and lifting your hips up as he nudged the head of his cock against your entrance. Out of eagerness, you rolled your hips down until he was seated just inside you. 

“Fuck,” he growled. 

“Oh!” You gasped at the same time, letting out a slow breath as he sank further into you. 

“You’re tighter than I remember,” he whined, bottoming out and holding himself there long enough to allow you time to adjust to the way you stretched around his length. 

“You’re bigger than I remember,” you replied, a nervous giggle leaving your lips as he backed out and thrust his hips forward quickly. And then back, forward again, hard and deep each time as he fell into a rhythm neither of you were used to with one another. 

“Shit. Fuck don’t do that,” he moaned when you clenched tightly around him as he hit a particularly deep and sensitive spot. “I’ll come right now, please.” Oh. Oh. Was he that close already? The pulsing of his cock against your walls said yes, simultaneously confirming what he’d proclaimed earlier and now. He hadn’t been with anyone in eight months, and he was about to come. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you panted as he grasped tightly at your hip. 

“Don’t be, just. Don’t want to do this without pleasing you.” Jake buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning out over the sensitive skin as he moved his hips in slow circles so he was creating friction against your clit. The deliciously warm sensation this caused started deep in your core and spread slowly out toward your toes, your fingers, even your lips felt tingly the further it spread. 

“Oh my god,” you moaned, eyes rolling back as the wave of pleasure finally peaked and broke loose inside you, taking with it your self control. All at once you were moaning his name, clawing at his back through the expensive fabric of his shirt and arching your back so far away from the stairs he had to hold you tightly to keep you both from ending up flat on the floor. Your body quaked against his, legs around his hips still as he backed so far out of you you nearly whimpered at the loss of contact before he slammed fully into you as he came in hot spurts. 

“My girl,” he managed against your neck. “My fucking girl.” He offered a few short strokes as he milked his own cock with your tight pussy, leaving every last bit of it inside you as he finally stilled with a huff. “God damn. Sorry. That was so quick.” 

“Don’t,” you hushed as he removed himself from you gingerly, standing in wobbly legs and helping you up from the step before leading you both to his couch. Your dress still hiked up over your hips, his softening cock laying soaked against his expensive slacks. At the couch, he fixed himself enough to not look like a complete wreck, helping you adjust the skirt of your dress there after before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. 

“Can I please hear you say it now?” You were sure he hadn’t caught on to the fact you’d stubbornly gotten around what he’d wanted to hear. But knowing now that he hadn’t made you grin just so. “Tell me you take me back.”

“I take you back, Jake. I take you back.” Jake smirked then, smacking his hand against the meat of your thigh. 

“I knew you would.” 

September 4, 2024

Nashville, TN

Jake

Two days since you’d put those flowers on her doorstep, not a single fucking word had been peeped. It was driving you mad, the idea that she was right in your backyard essentially and you couldn’t even talk to her. Your best bet was to text her, right? Because showing up at her door made you feel like you’d be invading her privacy, and you wanted to respect her and her needs. 

7:56p.m. Can we please find a time to talk when you aren’t busy? Nothing, no response. No fuck you, Jake. Not a single hint of acknowledgement. 

9:22p.m. I understand ignoring me, I deserve it. But please talk to me? And again, nothing. You felt so god damn inferior. Even more unwanted than you had before you’d made the oh so wise decision to fuck everything up. You’d have to take your brothers advice, back off and leave her be. Let her come to you and if she didn’t, well that’s how it was meant to be. 

Please god, let her come to you. 

September 8, 2024

Time was running out before you’d have to leave for the last few remaining shows of the year. Festivals and reschedules, and neither were you really looking forward to. You supposed a lot of that was due to the silent treatment you were receiving, the idea of having to go back out for more shows without a resolution to the conflict at hand didn’t sit well with you. Even more so now that you’d sat inside all day watching the onslaught of rain completely flood your yard out. You were going insane, surely, wondering what you could do to get a little face time with her. Even if all she did was tell you she hated you, you just needed her eyes on you again. Her touch even, but you knew that was an unlikely outcome. The longer the silence between you grew, the less hopeful you became. Which had made today so unbearable, watching it storm so heavily the later it got. Wondering if she was okay, if she needed anything. 

The heavier the storm grew, the darker the sky became and then the lightning started. 

Thunder, heavy winds. 

And then the power flickering in and out a time or two. And then completely. Sat in darkness, you tried to forget about the overwhelming guilt that plagued you day in and day out. Tried to pretend it was easily fixable, in a perfect world you could just march up to her door and tell her you wanted to be with her and she would accept that and you. Want to be with you also. 

Around hour two of the power being out, you finally grew a pair and made the choice to go check on her. The likelihood of her having flashlights was slim, and it had darkened significantly outside so you grabbed one from the garage and ran out into the heavy rain. By the time you reached her door you were soaked through, your hair clinging to your cheeks and forehead as your T-shirt clung tightly to your body. You knocked a few times lightly, not wanting to frighten her but still wanting to be heard. And then you waited, the rain pelting down on your head and body. Minutes passed before you reached up and knocked again, harder this time incase she just hadn’t heard you over the heavy rain and the thunder that sounded out every few minutes. You couldn’t help but to pout as you waited. 

September 8, 2024

8:36p.m.

Her

Admittedly, you had intentionally avoided Jake since the day of his FaceTime call. It hurt enough that he could be so mean as to want you to see that he could, and would, have anyone he pleased. The aftermath of his actions was that you got to deal with the way you had felt for him, and the way you now felt, all alone. Of course, that had been largely ignored by doing extra work or spending time with friends. Twice you’d even ventured online and looked at other places for rent but you couldn’t bring yourself to just walk away.

Which made it all the worse that you simultaneously couldn’t bring yourself to even answer his messages. Part of you knew it was because you were so hurt by his actions, and beyond being hurt you were just really upset that you’d had some preconceived notion in your head about the person he was. And it definitely wasn’t someone who would mess around with other people and force you into watching it. 

So sure, what Jake had done fucking sucked. But what kept you so focused on it and unable to hear him out was the fairytale fucking idea of what the two of you could be that you’d conjured up on a daydream. And that pissed you off, because you knew the two of you could have been so good together. 

His gesture of flowers at your door had left you perplexed. Do you thank him? Trash them in the most visible spot he would see? Ignore them all together and leave them sit where he’d placed them? In the end you couldn’t, carrying them inside and placing them on the kitchen island where you were forced to see them any time you were in the kitchen. Okay, admittedly they were gorgeous. A gesture you’d have normally swooned over. Now you just felt bitter. 

And then came the storm, literally, keeping you holed up at home all day. When the electricity had flickered out you assumed it wouldn’t be off for long. You were proved wrong as the house grew dark quickly, sending you scrambling by phone flashlight to pull out all of the candles you had around the house. It was easier to keep it all to one room, and since the coziest was the bedroom that was where you’d been. It looked like a sanctuary, a shrine almost where you could pray to the gods for whatever you pleased, your bedroom bathed in the warm glow of various sized candles. When you heard the first knock at your door you were convinced it was just the wind, your imagination even so you settled back against your pillows and continued to read. But the second series of rapping was louder, obvious that it was someone at the door so you couldn’t ignore it even though your gut told you it would be Jake standing there. 

Moving slowly through the living room so as not to bump into anything, you gave pause at the door with your hand hovering around the knob. What would you say to him if it was truly Jake? And did you want to see him, or would it be better to just ignore his knocking? Well, not in this damn rain. You’d feel bad really, he was probably getting soaked waiting on you. that decided it for you, despite your hurt feelings you didn’t want him to stand there in the pouring rain so you pulled the door open to reveal what you already knew would be waiting. Jake soaking wet, hair matted to his face and his clothes clinging to him with a giant flashlight in hand. 

“Hi,” he offered, holding the flashlight up as he peered around you into the vast dark of your home. “I, I wanted to check on you. Wasn’t sure if you had flashlights or anything and the power is gonna be out for a while it sounds like.” 

“I’m fine,” you lied, knowing you were anything but. Of course, physically you were, you were quite happy to weather out the storm with your book and your room lit up in the orange glow of each burning flame from the candles you’d lit. 

“Right. Well. I suppose I knew you would be. Just wanted to check anyway,” he shrugged, rain dripping down over his nose and lips. 

“I guess come in,” you sighed, moving aside as you welcomed him in. “You’re soaking wet.” 

“It’s pissing down out there,” Jake replied, stopping near the doorway to the kitchen. 

“Let me get you a towel, I don’t have anything that you’d be able to put on but there’s no use standing there soaking wet.” You retreated back through the bedroom and into the bathroom, pulling a giant bath towel from the linen closet before making your way back into the bedroom. You expected Jake to still be standing near the kitchen, waiting in the dark for you but to your surprise you found him in the middle of your bedroom. “Oh,” you gasped, jumping slightly when you noticed him. 

“I guess I didn’t think about you having candles,” he confessed, accepting the towel you offered him. “Just pictured you here alone in the dark.” He wiped his face dry before pulling his soaking wet T-shirt off, his body illuminated by the soft light of the flames. Fuck. Did he have to be so beautiful? 

“Well…” you trailed off with a shrug, diverting your gaze as he stripped his sweats and boxers off next, the clothing hitting the floor with a squelch thanks to how soaked he really had gotten while waiting at your door. You could hear him shuffle around a bit before venturing a glance toward him, noticing the towel slung low on his hips now as he still stood before you. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t so much a question as a statement, Jake’s eyes downcast as you studied him. “I suppose I can’t say I’m surprised, I do deserve it but I just…”

“Jake,” you cut him off, watching as he moved to sit on the edge of the mattress at the foot of the bed. You followed suit, moving the opposite way and resting back against the wall across from him. 

“Bunny.” His eyes met yours, a sadness in them that told you he truly did regret at least parts of what had happened. “I fucked up. And I’m really sorry. You didn’t deserve for me to treat you that way.” 

“Which part are you sorry about Jake? Calling me to show me what you were doing? Or doing it in general?”

“I didn’t sleep with her.” Was that supposed to make things better? It didn’t, and you weren’t sure anything would. 

“And? You still called me,” your tone was full of the hurt he’d caused, at least if he didn’t know already he’d be able to hear it now and see it in your eyes. “You made me watch you get head from some random girl and then said I told you so.”

“I shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Which part?” 

“All of it,” Jake combed a hand back through his hair, shaking his head after so locks of it fell around his face again. “I shouldn’t have just assumed you were off on some tropical trip with a guy because you didn’t want me. I shouldn’t have been looking to fill the hurt I felt from assuming that with someone else. I shouldn’t have called you just to show you that I could find someone else. It was wrong, all of it.” 

“No fucking shit it was wrong. That was so toxic of you.” 

“That’s not who I am, I promise.” He stood from the foot of the bed, taking the few steps to cross the room until he was directly in front of you. “Let me show you that.” He rested one hand on the wall by your head, the other coming up to caress your cheek but you flinched and shied away from his touch which just caused his frown to deepen. 

“Please don’t touch me,” you requested, causing him to back away and drop down to the edge of the bed again. 

“I’m sorry. I wish I could express how truly sorry I am. You didn’t deserve what I did, and I could try to justify it by saying we aren’t together. But that isn’t fair either, because the point isn’t that I did it is it? It’s that I was shitty enough to make you watch it.” 

“It was mean, Jake. Regardless of us not actually being together, I don’t want to be with someone who is willing to hurt me like that to satisfy their own insecurities.” 

“I wasn’t ins-,” your raised your eyebrows as he cut his own self off, his lips pressing together in a worried line before he nodded and began again. “That’s exactly what it was. I was insecure because I felt like you didn’t want me.” 

“That’s a dumb fucking reason to be so mean.” 

“Please just let me make it up to you,” he moved from the edge of the bed to the floor, crawling on his knees until he was in front of you. “Please. I’ll do anything.” 

“I don’t think there’s really anything you can do,” you hushed, looking down at him. Any other time, you’d be fawning all over him acting like this. A fool for the way he wanted to worship you, but after what he’d done. Well, you just couldn’t. 

“Just let me try. Let me try, please?” He leaned forward as he spoke, pressing his face against your body as he nudged his nose against your mound. “Bunny, please?” 

You were such a sucker for him, the way he begged. You would always give in to him, forgive him for being the shittiest version of himself if he wanted, wouldn’t you? That wasn’t fair, how he made you want to give him another chance. even when you knew he may not deserve it. 

“Jake.” 

“Please baby,” he begged, his hands coming up to hold your hips. “Please let me show you how sorry I am.” 

In a moment of weakness, you were putty in his hands and you were sure he knew. He slowly stood, his mouth pressing kisses up your torso as he did. His large hands moved your cami up enough for his lips to meet your skin, and then he moved on to your chest and shoulders, your neck and then jaw as he pressed his hips into yours. 

“Jake,” you whined, your hands gripping at the towel that sat covering his hips. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry lover,” Jake mumbled into your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist loosely. “Can you forgive me? Please?” His hands slid down to grasp at your ass, kneading into the supple skin before moving lower to hook around your thighs and lift you off the floor. 

“I don’t know,” you insisted, your legs wrapping around his hips as he turned and carried you back to your bed. He laid you down gently, watching as you pushed yourself back until you were resting against the pillows. You both settled into the silence, staring at one another as you were both illuminated only by candle light, the storm outside raging on as heavy as it had been when you answered the door for him. “What you did fucking sucks.” 

“I know, Bunny,” he agreed, letting the towel he’d fixed around his hips fall to the floor before crawling up onto the bed and over you. “I should have just explained how I was feeling to you. We should have talked about what was going on, how we were both feeling.” 

“But you didn’t.” You stared up at him blankly, watching him as he agreed with a nod. 

“I know I didn’t. I’m going to make that up to you, just let me make it up to you.” Jake laid next to you on his side, pushing his arm under your neck and using the other hand to grab your hip and pull you toward him until you were close enough that he could easily lean in and kiss you slowly. Kissing Jake was, just like every time before, a magical experience. The way his plush lips moved against yours with purpose and hunger, with a desire to be closer and say all the words he kept safe on his tongue. The way it made you feel had you wanting to forget all of the bad things that had happened, but still your mind wouldn’t let that happen. Not yet anyway. Jake brought his hand up to cup your face and as he did, he took the opportunity to break the kiss and speak against your mouth.  

“You’re so sexy little bunny. So smart,” a kiss pressed to the corner of your lips. “So funny and sweet,” one to your jaw. “So independent.” Fuck, he was laying it on thick as his mouth made a trail of wet kisses down your neck. “Meant what I said in Iowa. Falling so hard for you.” 

“Jake,” you meant it as a warning, if he continued to speak he’d ruin the moment. You felt him tuck his fingers into the elastic of the sleep shorts you wore, brushing his fingertips over you lightly before he pulled them down over your hips. It didn’t take him long to rid your body of the material, though he was mindful of your body language as he did. His hands were diligent in removing your top as he moved back up to be face to face with you, a knee wedging between your legs as you felt his heavy cock press against your thigh. 

God damn him and his ability to turn you into a mess for him. 

“I’ve missed you so,” he confessed, stealing a kiss as he found his way between your legs and you found yourself too eager to welcome him in. What happened next, you’d later regard, was perhaps a mistake. One you made willingly, of course, because the feeling of him worshiping you with his mouth and hands alike was too good to pass up. Being anointed in his attention had always come with a cost, a price so high that you’d found yourself in this predicament and here you were failing to hold strong to your will. It took less than a minute of making out before he was gently nudging at your entrance with the head of his cock, hard and leaking already. And you welcomed him, let him fill you right up as you gasped in response to the sting of the way he perfectly stretched you. His face baptized in the orange flicker of flame as he sank into you slowly, a whine shaking out of him. 

“Oh Jake,” you sighed, your voice mimicking his with the way it shook. “We can’t do this,” you insisted, making no further move to stop what was already happening. Quite the opposite, your legs hooked around his hips as he fucked into you slow and deep and you moaned his name with such intensity it was as if you were chanting a prayer. For him only, your pierced and brilliant landlord. Whatever he may be to you, past or in the future, in the present he was everything as his wet and warm lips found your neck and sucked generously in an effort to mark his territory. Claim his stake, name you as his even if for only the night. Absently, you moved your hands above your head to rest back on your pillow, Jake following their trail with one large hand. He held your wrists, his free hand going back to clutch the headboard as he stared down at you. 

“Is this the last time I get to have you?” He questioned, curiosity coating the winded way he spoke as he rocked into you. You wanted to tell him no, you’d happily be his if he asked and spend every day exactly like this. But you couldn’t. You deserved better than what he gave you, and you both knew it. Your mouth dropped open with a moan, the words refusing to leave your inner thoughts to confirm what he already knew. So, you didn’t. Actually, quite the opposite, you shocked yourself as your head shook side to side before you pressed your face against your inner arm and pinched your eyes shut. 

“Oh baby, just like that. Don’t stop, don’t stop,” you begged quietly, biting at your own arm to stifle another moan. 

“No, let me hear you,” Jake insisted, dragging in and out slower than he had been. Deeper, too, as he released his hold on your wrists and used that hand to turn your face toward him gently. “Let me see you. Pretty baby.” 

Oh, he was a lush. So drunk on desire as he looked at you with lidded eyes. He sat back on his heels, pulling you with him as he hooked a hand around your thigh and moved that leg to rest on his shoulder opposite. His movement forced you to twist onto your side as he moved in as close as he could, backing out of you slowly and then delivering a sharp thrust forward of his hips. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your fingers clutching at his forearm as your nails dug into his skin. 

“Like that, Bunny? Feel me right here?” His hand pressed to your lower abdomen firmly as he rocked deeper into you. 

“Yeah. Deeper,” your voice shook as you begged further. All those nights, weeks, without him had taken their toll. And now, stretched snuggly around him with your walls contracting and squeezing his length, you were coming undone at his hand. 

Again. Fuck. 

But it wasn’t just you falling apart, Jake finding anywhere he could to place his mouth. To nip or suck at your skin. He kept a steady pace as he fucked into you until you were nothing but a mess of noises as your body shivered and shook, your climax so strong it rendered your voice useless. Jakes head tipped back as he guided you through your orgasm, him riding the wave of pleasure along side you as he came with a loud groan. 

After, with the two of you tangled up, he delivered kiss after kiss gently to your lips as he whispered to you. “I know you deserve better than me. Know I’m not worthy of you.” 

“Jake, shhh,” you shushed him as you hid your face against his chest, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. His response was to hold you closer, his hand petting over the back of your head. “Can you blow the candles out?”

“Of course,” he slid from your bed and worked his way around the room, blowing out every last candle before feeling his way back to the bedside and laying down with you once again. 

September 29, 2024

Nashville, TN

Jake

The final few shows had gone so well, you could hardly wait to finally be back home. After that night with her, you’d agreed to give her space. The two of you would talk when you were home from touring, which was fair. You had considered going home between Canada and Mexico, but in an effort to stay true to your word you’d flown to Mexico early and taken yourself a few days to simply relax and enjoy the place. It was so hard not to text her, call even. Start a conversation. Anything to keep that contact and communication going, part of you still feared the night of the storm was your last night together. You’d done what you could to savor it, to hold onto the wild and wondrous thing you’d found in her. Just incase. 

Just. 

Incase. 

It was weird, the eerie feeling you got on the drive from the airport to your house. You’d been excited at first, yet the closer you got to reaching your destination, the worse the sinking feeling in your stomach got. You laughed through your anxiety, telling yourself how incredibly ridiculous you were being. Upon your arrival home, you forced yourself to take as much time as possible carrying your bags in. Unpacking. Starting a load of laundry before going through the mail that had piled up in your absence. Luckily, you’d had a friend stop by every other day to take the mail in so it wouldn’t over flow. A few bills, several ads and promotional materials and a small package. That caught your eye. 

Placing the other things onto the island in your kitchen, you picked it up to inspect it. No markings from the post office indicating it had been through the postal service. 

Not even a single stamp. Just your name written out in sharpie. 

You gave thought to wondering if it could be some weird package from a fan that had unfortunately found your address, but considering that hadn’t been an issue you moved to your next assumption. Hoping you were wrong, you ripped the mailer open and dumped the contents onto the counter top. 

An envelope. 

Two silver keys on a ring. 

Fuck. 

Opening the envelope you removed first, a check, and then a folded piece of print paper. Carefully, you took it up and unfolded it as your eyes scanned the writing on it. 

I’m sorry I didn’t say this to your face, truthfully I wasn’t even sure I was doing it until a few days ago. I can’t stay here, I’d keep letting you hurt me without consequence to your actions. But, you were right. I deserve better. But make no mistake, not better than you. Better than your choices. I’m including a check to cover the rest of my lease. Be well. 

Just like that. She was gone, just like that. Grabbing the keys, you hurried out your back door and across the lawn to the front door of the guest house. You fumbled with the keys, dropping them before you managed to finally get the door unlocked and pushed open. Of course, you knew what you’d find. But that didn’t stop the intense and sudden wave of aching and longing you felt in your heart when you stepped in to find it empty of any trace that she’d ever been there. Your feet carried you through the small space to the bedroom, finding it empty as well. The bathroom, empty. She’d done a spectacular job cleaning it, pristine as if it had never been lived in. 

But you knew, her ghost would haunt those walls just the same as they would your home. 

And it was all your fault. 

Resigning to the fact she was really gone, you locked the space up and went back to your house to lock yourself away with a bottle of bourbon. 

September 3, 2024

Nashville, TN

Jake

It’s funny the way things change in a moment, how something you didn’t know you wanted presents itself to you. It happens in an instant, life changing events. One minute you’re innocently playing around on an old acoustic, and the next she’s knocking on your door asking for help. And you’re the type to offer it willingly, walking directly into the spider web and helping to weave its intricate threads in every corner of your life. You blink and you’re in a hotel room, begging her to join you for just one more day and she’s insisting she can’t, but she does anyway and you confess your feelings in some half ass attempt after drunkenly fucking her. A breath exhaled and you’re standing at the airport saying goodbye before heading in opposite directions; you, on an international flight to Japan and her back home to Nashville. This had all started three months ago, and you found it funny how in three short months your life could change so drastically. You found it frustrating that you boarded your flight feeling like you weren’t good enough for her to throw caution to the wind and follow you 6,000 miles across the world. You found it sad that you were sat here now, slouched in the corner of your couch nursing the last half of a bottle of bourbon alone. But to dissect why, you would have to go back to the beginning of the end. 

August 9, 2024

Des Moines, IA

Her

“C’mere, just let me get a little taste,” Jake rasped, on his knees in the middle of the bed. His large hands circled your ankles and yanked you down the bed toward him. 

“Jake,” you gasped his name as he slid his hands up your thighs, pushing them as far apart as he felt you’d be comfortable with and holding them there. 

“Bunny,” he answered, his fingers idly working your panties down. You lifted up involuntarily, giving no real thoughts to his actions as you watched him. “Just a little bit,” he insisted, ridding your body of the garment and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. 

“Jake,” you whined again, blowing out a shaky breath of air as he pressed another kiss to the crease between your thigh and groin. 

“Yes?” His lips moved against your skin as he kissed inward further, moving one hand up to grab hold of one of yours. He guided it to the back of his head then, blinking up at you for a beat before closing his eyes pressing a wet kiss over your clit. 

“Ohhhh mmm,” you moaned, your fingers curling around locks of his hair. “J-Jake. I c-can’t. No more. No more,” you begged as his mouth continued to move over your sensitive nub. “Please.”

Lifting up, Jake had a drunken look about him. Heavy eyes, wet lips, the thickest hard on you’d seen him sport yet. 

“Baby why,” his hands rubbed down your thighs slowly and then up again, dragging his fingertips slowly along the goosebumped skin. “Don’t I make you feel good?” 

“Make me feel too good, that’s the problem,” you confessed, bringing your hands up to hide your face. “Not used to…” you trailed off, mumbling to yourself. 

“Not used to what now?” Jake removed your hands from your face, holding them in his as he waited expectantly. The corners of his mouth were curled up in a sinister smile. 

“Not used to so many orgasms all of the time,” you divulged, your cheeks flaming. And it wasn’t a lie, your ex had not been well versed in the art of making you orgasm. The last two days alone with Jake had been widely spent in bed, finding yourselves undressing one another very shortly after his show had ended. Where had he found the stamina? You could never be sure, his energy was unmatched and he’d kept you up all night. You’d managed to sleep on the short flight to Des Moines, a few hours of rest had done you both well. As evidenced by the fact he had held you as his willing hostage in the hotel bed since. 

“No?” You could hear the amusement in his voice as he lifted your hands to his lips and kissed your knuckles. “My girl a sensitive little bunny huh? Can’t handle what I’m giving her?” 

Your cheeks grew hotter, the blush creeping down your neck and chest. “Just not used to it,” you insisted stubbornly. 

“Then I’ll go slow,” Jake responded as he let go of your hands and moved to lay along side you. “Make you feel real good. Show you how much you can handle…” his lips met your neck then, sucking lightly as he traced patterns with his fingertips on your inner thigh. 

“Not sure I can handle much more…” 

“Oh, you can,” he insisted, trailing his way back down until he was laying between your legs again. “But, if you can’t. Just let me know.” Again, he grabbed your hand and guided it to rest at the back of his head, sending you a wink as he did. The remainder of your night was spent just the same, Jake ever so slowly encouraging orgasm after orgasm out of you, marveling at how sensitive you’d become to his touch. Praising you with each caress, only offering his heavy cock when he knew you were nearly spent. 

August 10, 2024

“You sure I can’t talk you into coming tonight?” Jake sat on the sofa in his hotel room, pushing his feet into his boots before zipping them as he watched you get comfortable sprawled across the bed. 

“No but thank you,” you smiled briefly, nuzzling your face into the pillows you were using. “I’m just gonna stay here and rest.” You could see his smirk through your lidded eyes, his gaze shifting down to his feet as he fixed the cuff of his jeans over his boots. 

“My girl’s tired, huh? Gotta build your stamina up,” he chuckled, standing then and crossing the room to the bed. “I’ll be back in a few hours? Ricochet is only a few blocks away if you feel like joining. If not, I can bring you some food back?”

“Food would be good, Mr. Kiszka,” you smiled up at him, turning to rest on your back so you could better see his face. Your reached an arm up, caressing his jaw with your palm before dragging your hand down over his chest slowly and hooking your fingers around where the shirt was held buttoned together. “Go enjoy yourself,” you insisted, tugging gently as he leaned over you. 

“Much rather enjoy myself here with you,” he brushed his plush lips over yours before kissing your neck and sucking gently. 

“Jacob,” you warned, hand tangled in the hair at the back of his head as you held him there. He nipped at the now sensitive skin before pulling away, pleased with the faint mark he’d left there. 

“Rest. I have big plans for you tonight,” he couldn’t help but smirk before turning on his heel and making his leave. 

August 11, 2024

1:02a.m.

“Bunnnny,” Jake whispered in your ear, his voice a song as he nudged the shell of your ear with his nose. “I’m back. I’m so fucking horny,” he sighed then, rutting his hips against your ass as his arm snaked around your waist and pulled you flush to his chest. You’d heard him come in, his drunken ramblings to himself and stumbling about had woken you. Much later than he’d said he’d be back, but even then who were you to be upset about him enjoying his off time? 

“I forgot your food,” he remembered, huffing out a sigh so you knew he was clearly disappointed in himself. 

“It’s okay,” you yawned, turning over in his arms until you were facing him. “Have a good night?”

“Fun. Better if you’d been out with me…missed you.” His hand idly rubbed circles over the small of your back, beneath his T-shirt that you’d thrown on after showering. “Thought about how badly I wanted to kiss you ‘bout a million times.” His confession was followed with his hand vacating your back and moving to grasp at the side of your neck just beneath your jaw as his lips met yours heatedly. He kissed you hungrily, his tongue pushing past your lips and rolling against your own as he whimpered into your mouth. At the same time, you threw your leg over his hip in an effort to get even closer than you already were. Your hands worked to undo his belt as the two of you made out, moving on to open the button on his jeans and then the zipper there after. Things turned heated quickly as you pushed the sides of his jeans open and slipped your hand into his briefs to palm at his cock, his mouth devouring every kiss you offered as if he’d been starved of affection for months. The more you made out and the more you stroked his thick cock, the harder he got and the noisier your making out became. 

“Need you,” he breathed when he broke away for air, groaning as you removed his dick from the confines of his jeans and briefs. 

“Have me,” you mumbled as his hand came down between your body and his, his fingers brushing over you lightly before hooking into the fabric of your panties and pushing it to the side. He fisted his shaft then, slowly stroking his length with your hand following the same path his took. You couldn’t help but to drop your gaze to watch you both jack him off, your pupils dilating as you watched him roll the pad of his thumb over the barbell he had pierced through the head. 

“Does it turn you on watching me touch myself the same way you touch me?” He sounded so sexy, panting in a way as your hand and his continued. 

“Yeah,” you nearly whispered as he gently nudged your hand away and pushed his cock through your folds, pulling a whine from you. 

“Good,” his lips smirked up slightly, the pillowy head of his cock nudging at your entrance until he pushed into you. His hand came to rest at your hip, pulling you further onto his length until he was buried to the hilt. The worn denim of his jeans rubbed against your inner thighs as he rutted his hips forward and back, falling into a slow, lazy pace though his breathing would have you believe otherwise. “Fucking divine,” he mumbled to himself, eyes rolling back. 

“Ba-Jake,” you moaned, his hand coming up to grasp your chin as he opened his eyes to you again. 

“Say it, call me baby.” Was he begging you? His tone definitely had a hint of pleading in it, an urgency to hear you call him a pet name just the same as he had begun doing you. 

You couldn’t. 

God, you wanted to so bad. But wouldn’t that cross a line? Neither of you had defined what was going on between you. What you were? 

Part of you didn’t care, so caught up in the moment that you’d tell him anything he wanted to hear. 

“Fuck, baby,” you whimpered, Jake immediately covering your mouth with his as he fucked into you quicker. Your hands grasped at his shirt, unbuttoning it with an urgency to have your hands on his soft skin wherever you could. 

“Love fucking you like this,” he said between kisses, releasing his hold on your chin and grabbing your hip roughly. You ran your hand up his chest and back down, around to his back where your nails dug in the deeper he pushed into you. You clenched tightly around him, your back arching and pushing your chest forward and against his. 

“Oh fuck,” you gasped into Jakes mouth, moving with him so each time he thrust forward you were pushing yourself further onto him. “I’m.”

“You gonna come? Soak my cock, go on. I got you.” He slid one arm under your neck, his hand cupping the back of your head as his other pressed into the small of your back and held you as your body quaked and shivered against his. “S’my girl. Show me how good I make you feel.” 

Jake’s strong arms held you as you rode out your orgasm, your body weakening with fatigue as you came down from the dizzying high of euphoria. Still, he clung to you as he slowed his pace and you clenched tightly around him, his cock throbbing against your fluttering walls. 

“Kiss me, Jake,” you begged, his lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. 

“Fuck,” he moaned against your mouth, warm puffs of air blanketing your lips the heavier his breathing became. “Right there. Cmon baby, fuck. Oh fuck.” His head tipped forward to rest against yours as he came, his eyes drunk with desire. Several long minutes passed as you both fought to catch your breath before Jake finally spoke again. “Damn. I am falling so hard for you,” he confessed softly, pulling back enough to study your expression. “Come to Japan with me.” 

August 12, 2024

2:27a.m.

Show day, as you’d found out twice now, consisted of a lot of waiting around. Between sound checks, band meetings or huddles, and Jake’s need to “get into the headspace” you’d spent a lot of time trying to stay out of the way while simultaneously waiting for show time. Hiding in the shadows on the side of the stage, you’d spent the entire duration of the show appreciating Jake’s artistry and performance. The man was talented, of course, and with his sentiment the night prior you’d found yourself admiring him with rose tinted glasses on for sure. You hadn’t been able to vocalize it to him, but you knew you were falling for him too. Whatever this had started out as, it felt like so much more now. Something much deeper than hooking up.  

And then there was his request of coming to Japan. 

And then Australia. 

Anything but return home without him. 

You wanted to, wished you could. But work and other obligations remained. You’d already rearranged your schedule to spend so much time with him, it would feel wrong to continue ditching your responsibilities or consuming so much of his time. Even if you really wanted to. 

Telling Jake no was a lot easier in theory, because after insisting that you couldn’t he had pouted and been in a pissy ass mood nearly every time the two of you had spoken. On stage he had been brilliant, smiling and cutting up with his brothers. Yet that had changed the second the two of you were alone in his hotel room again, even through showering together he’d remained ever silent apart from thanking you for washing his hair. And then he’d settled back against the headboard of the bed, acoustic in hand as he played a bluesy riff and watched you braid your hair back so it was off your face and neck. 

“Did you enjoy this trip to see me?” His voice rose over the sound of his acoustic, his eyes tracking your movements as you placed your toiletries back into your backpack and then crawled up onto the hotel bed. 

“Very much,” you confessed, settling back on your heels to watch him. “Thank you for flying me out, it’s been nice to see what you do when you aren’t being my landlord.” 

Jake’s lips curled into a smirk, his fingers absently moving over the fretboard as he regarded you in silence for a beat of time. 

“I can be so much more than your landlord. Come to Japan with me.” He said it as if it was a fact and a demand, no hint of a question laced in his words. 

“I can’t, Jacob.”

“Can’t, or don’t want to?” He sounded wounded, his fingers pressing against the strings of his guitar and muting the sound. 

“Can’t, you know I would if I could.” You walked your fingers up his thigh, tracing over the small bit of his hip that peaked out from the top of the sheet he had draped over himself. “It’s just work, and I have obligations with family…I can’t just push them off to run off across the world.” 

“So, I’m not important enough,” he said simply, going back to plucking at the strings of the guitar. His eyes focused down on his hands, glancing briefly between where your fingers slowly backed the sheet away from him and where his guitar was. 

“That isn’t fair, and quite frankly you know it isn’t true.”

“Do I?” He began playing a familiar tune, one you knew well but couldn’t place the name of. 

“I would hope so,” you pulled the sheet further away from covering him, exposing his upper thighs and unclothed dick to the cold air of the room. 

“I’m not sure I do,” he continued plucking at the strings, faltering only when your fingertips ghosted along his length causing his cock to twitch. 

“If I knew my team wouldn’t be short handed, I would be there Jake.” You skated your touch back up his length, watching as he hardened as a direct result. 

“Prove it then,” he suggested, switching back to the unknown riff he had started on as he moved down into a half lying position with his shoulders propped up on the pillows behind him. The guitar sat against his chest though he continued to pluck at it, his eyebrows jumped as you stared in disbelief. 

“How am I supposed to do that?” 

“Well,” he watched you slowly wrap your fingers around him and stroke lazily up and down his length. “Fuck yourself, while I figure this song out.” 

“Jake. What?” You knew the expression you wore was disbelief, and so did he. Carefully, he moved the guitar in his hands until the headstock was resting just under your chin. Nudging it up so you were staring directly at him, he smirked again. 

“Fuck yourself. On my dick. While I figure this song out. Show how badly you want me bunny.” He resumed his previous position with the guitar, resting it on his chest as he plucked and strummed with his eyes never leaving yours. For a beat you considered his request, then gave a nod and straddled his hips with your back to him. You continued to stroke his length as he hardened further, thankful you’d only thrown his T-shirt on without underwear after the shower. 

“Spit on it,” he rasped, amused that you were listening to his directions. 

“Jake.”

“Bunny.” The same riff he’d been tinkering with sounded out as he chuckled. “Spit on it.” And so you did, leaning forward and spitting on his dick before rubbing your saliva over the head of his cock. You watched your hand stroke his length a time or two, making sure to flick the pad of your thumb against the barbell at the head of his cock before lining your entrance up with his tip. You pushed him through your folds, back and forth back and forth until you felt yourself grow aroused, then sunk slowly down onto him. 

“I wanna see your face,” you whined, lifting up slowly before sinking back down until you were seated on his hips. 

“After,” Jake insisted, plucking out a slow riff as he bucked his hips up with a sharp movement. And so, knowing he wouldn’t give up his work with the guitar, you leaned forward and began fucking yourself on his cock. The longer you worked yourself into a frenzy, the less of his attention you had. With a frustrated huff, you reached between your legs and wrapped your hand around his shaft as you fucked just the tip of his cock. Each upward movement had your hand following it before stroking back down his length as you fucked yourself and jacked him off simultaneously. 

“Shit,” you whimpered, picking up pace as his playing grew sloppy. 

“Look at you, dedicated to the cause.” He taunted, plucking out a note that rang sharp. “Working for your rent? Or working to show me you want me?” 

“J-Jake,” you stammered, hearing him push his acoustic aside and grab onto your hips as he began guiding your movements. 

“Cmon, which one is it?” 

“Fuck,” you cried out, clenching around his cock tightly as you came unexpectedly. “Fuck. Please. Wanna kiss you.” Effortlessly, as if he hadn’t just played a two hour concert, he managed to roll you both until you were on your stomach and he was over you. One of his large hands grasped at your wrists, holding them together behind your back as he fucked into you quick and deep until he came with a loud groan. Only then did he lean over, your cheek pressed to the mattress as his lips met yours sloppily. 

“Tell me you want me, love.” 

“Want you,” you insisted as he pulled out of you, helping you adjust your position until you were both on your sides and spooning. 

“Then come with me.” 

Des Moines, IA

August 12, 2024

7:30a.m.

Jake

“You watching me sleep, you creep?” You smirked, your eyes still pressed shut. You could feel her watching you, her chin resting on the dip in your chest as she watched up at you through her lashes. 

“Yes,” she chuckled, kissing your chest closest to where her mouth was. “You’re just so peaceful looking when you’re sleeping.” Another kiss was pressed to your collarbone, your hands resting on her butt as she moved up until she was mostly parallel to how you were laying. “No trace of that hellion you turn into when you’re tormenting me.” Her face snuggled into the crook of your neck, her nose nudging at your jaw before she pressed another warm, wet kiss to the sensitive skin there. 

“Hey,” you warned playfully, your fingers kneading into the supple skin of her ass. “What time is it anyway?” 

“Mmm,” you felt her lift up, barely opening one eye so you could watch her as she checked her iPhone before shifting around until she was straddling you. “7:30 Mr. Kiszka.”

“And why did you wake me up so early?” You watched her from half opened eyes, smiling as she leaned over and kissed you tenderly. 

“Wanted to say goodbye in private before we go to the airport,” she answered after pulling away, her voice soft and sweet with just a tinge of sadness. 

“Wouldn’t have to say goodbye if you came with me…” it was a simple response, an idea you’d thrown around a few times before finally asking her. And she’d dodged the question or come up with a million reasons why she couldn’t each time. 

“You know I can’t.” She was kissing you again before you could respond, her tongue slipping into your mouth. After several long moments of making out, she pulled away with a sigh. “Some of us have normal jobs to return to.” 

“You could take some time off, I’m sure your rent could be a little late…” you grinned wickedly, one hand ghosting up her spine and grabbing the back of her neck. As you pulled her back down to you, lifting up just a bit to meet her, you chuckled over the annoyed look on her face. 

“Very funny, ass.”

“C’mon, you don’t wanna spend more time with me? I’ve been dying to join the mile high club…” 

“Jake,” she began. You cut her off before she could get too ahead of things, pressing your mouth to hers to silence the thoughts you knew were forming in her head. You’d be forced to say goodbye soon, a fact you neither liked or welcomed but had come to accept nonetheless. 

August 16, 2024

Osaka, Japan

You’d wandered the city of Osaka for two days, doing the touristy thing in your time off. Most of it had been spent with Sam at your side, joking around and pointing out things he saw off to the side or in shop windows. Still, despite being annoyed that she never did change her mind and her flight, you missed her. A single text letting you know she’d made it home safe and sound the evening of the twelfth had been the only communication too, a fact that drove you equally as crazy as it did annoy you. 

And still, desperate as it probably had seemed, you’d worked out the time difference to ensure you were awake when she would be. 

9:10p.m. This curious frame of human mould, where unrequited cravings play….

Walt Whitman had been a favorite of yours since high school, and you hoped maybe she would recognize it. If not, that would be okay too. You wanted to impress her, as if you hadn’t already. But if so, why was she so elusive when you were away? 

9:22p.m. Never pegged you for a Whitman guy

There she was, your sweet girl. Your smart girl. 

9:23p.m. He’s an old favorite, I’m more than just good looks and talent you know. Smart too. 

You were trying to be cheeky, remind her of all the reasons you were a good choice for her. But maybe it would come off as arrogant. 

9:30p.m. Your humility astounds me Jacob. 

Why did it take her so long to respond? Surely work wasn’t that important? No, you knew it was. She’d explained briefly the night she’d stayed with you that she was the head of an IT department for a large company in downtown Nashville. Likely, she was busy and you were just being an ass thinking otherwise. 

9:32p.m. I am very humble, I just know what I have to offer. 

9:50p.m. You should have come to Japan with me. 

You waited until after midnight local Japan time for her to respond, coming up empty and frustrated before giving in and going to bed. 

August 19, 2024

Tokyo, Japan

Two shows. Two full days hearing fuck all of anything from her. Absolute crickets, which you hated. The silence gave you too much time to consider you’d fallen and she hadn’t. 

Too much time to wonder if you were enough. 

Had been good enough. 

Was she looking for something more? 

So you reached out again, despite what you’d normally do. 

1:28a.m. On to Australia tomorrow, it’s not too late to meet me there ;)

You left it at that, hitting send before getting comfortable in your hotel bed. 

1:30a.m. Tempting, but I have to board a plane to Cabo on wednesday. 

Fucking Cabo? Why was she going to Cabo. The better question would be why did you care? You were aware she had things planned before even inviting her to Japan or Australia. 

1:31a.m. You could just exchange your ticket for Aus, it’ll be fun. 

1:32a.m. With the spiders and snakes? I’ll pass, how was Japan?

Okay. She had a point with the snakes, you’d seen how she’d reacted over a teeny tiny Gardner snake. 

1:35a.m. Lonely. Shows were good. Hot as fuck here. 

2:04a.m. Isn’t it like two in the morning there? You should get some sleep. 

Her not so subtle way of telling you she was done with the conversation? Or was she just busy? Out of anger, you chose to not respond. Give her a taste of her own medicine, if she didn’t want to speak to you so badly then you didn’t want to speak to her. 

August 20….21…22, 23, 24. 

Sydney, Australia

Okay, maybe your idea of not responding had led to this. This silence between the two of you though everything and everyone around you was so painfully loud. 

But not her. Leaving her on read had severed something, you assumed. You wanted to take the chance and reach out anyway, so you did the second you got off stage. 

11:14p.m. Haven’t heard from you in a few, hoping your trip to Cabo went smoothly… you wanted so badly to ask why she was in Cabo. Also, with who? For how long? The toxicity of acting upon requesting that info was too much, and she deserved better than your worst you knew. 

11:19p.m. Hey rockstar, still here actually. Just woke up. She was still there? Well of course, it was Saturday morning for her. 

11:20p.m. Good morning then bunny. Working on your tan today? And then, no response. So you showered and put on clean clothes, took the caravan back to the hotel with your brothers. In your room, you admired the expanse of the city and the ocean beyond for a while before climbing into bed. You left the balcony door open, watching the moonlight dance upon the rippling waves of the ocean at the horizon. And you tossed and turned with annoyance, checking your phone every couple of minutes and coming up empty handed each time waiting for a message to come through. 

August 25, 2024

It was morning time when, half asleep with your head buried beneath a pillow, you heard your phone vibrate against the wood of the night stand. Your arm shot out as your hand blindly searched for the device, pushing it off the table on accident instead. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled, leaning over the side of the bed and picking it up from the floor. Shifting to your back, you unlocked the phone as you squinted at it. 

10:07a.m. No tan for me, just sunscreen and red wine. Included was a photo of her, her body draped in a long silky dress in a lilac color. Her hair was loosely curled and a glass of red wine was held to her lips as she smirked around the rim of it. Before you could respond, a second photo came in of her on a boat. Wearing the same bikini you’d fucked her in, and yet some other guys arm was wrapped around her shoulders as they both smiled for the camera. You studied his face for several minutes, making sure it wasn’t her brother before you got irrationally mad. There was no way you could respond, because it didn’t matter who he was. And it didn’t matter why he had his arm around her. All you could see was the obvious truth, in your head, that she wasn’t interested. It all came to add up, the length between her responses. The way she refused to go to Japan or Australia with you. The fact she had taken nearly twelve hours to respond to a simple text. And then, the one that ate at you most, was that she’d never confirmed she too was falling for you. So you’d gone out on a limb, put yourself out there and left yourself vulnerable as you’d opened up about your feelings. 

For what?

To simply be sent a photo of her with another man? To not be good enough, even in all of your endeavors? 

Fuck all of that. You climbed from bed and dressed quickly in all black. You wouldn’t sit around and wait for her to want you. You wouldn’t wait around nor beg to be desired. You were desirable enough, damnit, and if she didn’t see that? Well baby, it was her loss. You stowed your phone away into the front pocket of your jeans, brushed your fingers back through your hair, and made sure you had your wallet and passport. 

Adventure awaited and as you took the elevator down to the lobby of your hotel, you fished your phone out one last time to switch it to do not disturb. 

Where Jake Kiszka was going, no one needed to be privy to the details. Not your band of brothers, not the touring crew. Sure as hell not some chic you were renting your guest house to. As you left the hotel, your phone on DND the way it would remain until you deemed it appropriate, you managed to miss the rest of what she had to say to you. Whether due to dodgy service on her end or yours you’d never know. 

10:28a.m. My cousin got married down here, so the first is the reception. Think I clean up pretty nice ;) I’m a little tipsy but oh well

10:29a.m. Just realized that second photo probably looks terrible. But that’s the cousin who got married. 

Your phone, as you vowed to yourself, stayed off and in your pocket as you walked around the city. You admired the architecture, the ocean, the culture and the food before deciding what you really wanted was a little thrill. Something risky, and at the perfect time a shop caught your eye that advertised rental cars and motorcycles. So, you spent much of the remaining daylight riding around on a motorcycle. Your need for speed had been fulfilled, sure, by the time you’d returned it. But you still ached for something more than the adrenaline a fast motorcycle could fulfill. 

Her presence? 

No. You refused to let yourself think about her, she obviously didn’t hold you in the same regard. 

A bar, you needed a bar and a drink. Finding the closest to your hotel was ideal, even better when you realized your hotel actually had a bar itself. So, you made your way in and found a stool as you ordered a drink. And then a second drink, and by the time you were ready for your third you’d noticed a cute little blonde thing hanging around the bar. You noticed she kept glancing your way, and maybe it was the fact you were feeling a little heart broken. Maybe it was the rockstar lifestyle you’d never fully leaned into. Hell, maybe it was simply because you wanted to prove you could have anyone else, you found yourself gesturing her over with a gentle nod of your head. 

“Hi,” she grinned as she approached, cocktail in hand as you gestured to the stool next to you so she’d have a seat. 

“Hey,” you answered, lifting the run of your glass to your lips and draining what was left of that second drink. You threw a hand up to get the bartenders attention, ordering another drink before spinning on your stool to face her. “What’s your name love?”

“Amelia. Yours?” Her accent was thick, showing she was a native to the country you were in. 

“Jake,” you held your hand out and when she went to shake it, you turned hers and pressed a charming kiss to her knuckles. “Can I buy you a drink?” 

An hour passed where the two of you drank and joked around, talking about various things. If you were honest with yourself, you weren’t exactly interested in Amelia. And whatever she had droned on about, you couldn’t even remember. You’d let it go in one ear and out the other, nursing your drink as you drowned in your thoughts of her. 

God damn. You could not continue to do this, feel sorry for yourself. Think about her and wonder why you weren’t enough. That was so foolish, Jake Kiszka was more than enough. A handful. A mouthful. You could give her anything she pleased and if she didn’t see that, you’d show her what she was missing. Perhaps that’s how you found yourself kissing Amelia, and then sloppily making out with her. When she suggested going up to your room, which you remembered telling her about at least ten minutes into your conversation when you revealed you were in town for work, you were more than eager. Happily you had led her up to the large suite, making out in the elevator and then again outside the door to your room before fumbling around to get it unlocked. From there it moved quite quickly, her hands working expertly to undo your jeans before pushing you down onto the bed. This was not the same girl who ten minutes ago was giggling over her daiquiri. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she crooned, dropping to her knees before you. Well, fuck yeah. This was the kind of treatment you deserved and you couldn’t help but smirk as her hands rubbed up your inner thigh before she cupped at your clothed dick. “Can’t believe I’m in Jake Kiszka’s room, about to give him head.” Oh. You didn’t remember telling her your last name, the realization that she was likely a fan dawning on you all too late. 

Fuck it. 

First time for everything. And you could have anyone. 

“Well, go on then,” you suggested, pulling your phone out of your pants pocket just before she began pulling them down. The minute you were exposed she had her hands and mouth on you, licking and kissing, stroking and squeezing until you were rock hard and ready to beg her to please you. Before you could she was already taking you into her mouth, her hands grasping tightly at your hips as you leaned back on your elbows and bucked your hips so your cock slipped further into her mouth. Amelia hummed around your length, vocalizing her satisfaction as best she could as she bobbed quickly up and down. In a moment of weakness, fueled by the hurt you felt for thinking you weren’t good enough for the person you wanted, you chose to make it her problem too. 

Your phone was still in your hand, and you quickly and eagerly navigated directly to the FaceTime app and pressed on her contact from the last time the two of you had briefly FaceTimed. And then, as your dick twitched and throbbed against Amelia’s tongue, you waited for her to answer. 

“Hey rockstar,” she was on your screen and grinning wildly in seconds, reclined back in bed. “What’re you doing?” You couldn’t even respond, her face was enough to push you over the edge with the stimulation Amelia was treating you to. 

“Fuck. Told you,” you groaned as you began to come, hot spurts of your release filling the girls mouth. It was all thanks to her, you knew. You were so fucked for her even just seeing her smiling back at you while some other girl gave you terrible head had you falling apart at the seams. “I can have anyone,” you managed, flipping the camera so she could see what was happening. 

“I-,” her face fell as she took in what you were showing her, her eyes filling with so much hurt you knew it was a mistake immediately. “Oh.” She managed, her eyes pressing shut and…fuck, was she crying? “You are so messy, Jake. I wish I could say I'm surprised but I’m really not. I thought you were different than this though.” 

Were you even processing this? Her words were still sinking in well after she’d disconnected the call leaving you to stare at a blank screen as Amelia sat back on her heels, smiling proudly. 

“Damn, I must be better than I thought,” she gloated as you stared in disbelief at your phone. 

“Amelia,” you began, regret sinking in as you pulled your jeans up and buttoned them quickly. “I think you should go.” She gave you a bit of lip for kicking her out so quickly, and you were pretty sure you’d see talk of this online but you couldn’t care. She needed to be gone, and you needed to figure out how to make this better. How to wrong your rights. 

11:02p.m. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. 

11:03p.m. No shit you fucked up. What’s worse, the fact I’m not surprised? Or the fact you’re messy enough to call me so I can witness it with my own eyes? Fuck, an immediate response meant she was really pissed off, and you couldn’t even blame her for that. Before you were able to piece together a response, your phone was lighting up again with a new message. 

11:05p.m. Did I mean that little to you? Or was that bullshit about falling for me just part of your sick game? You couldn’t stomach the thought she believed you were just playing a game with her. 

11:06p.m. No. No. Please, can I call you? Can we talk about this?

11:10p.m. There’s nothing to talk about, sucks to suck doesn’t it? Fucking cunt. Damn, did you deserve to be called names? Well, yes but also no. And you knew you had hurt her, seen it right there in her eyes so you couldn’t even blame her for her words. 

11:11p.m. Please? Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. No response wasn’t much of a surprise, but you hoped giving her a little time to cool off would change the fact she didn’t want to speak to you. 

August 25

12:07p.m. May I call you? 

August 26

8:43a.m. Please can we talk?

August 27,28,29,30

She hadn’t responded, hadn’t even acknowledged receiving them because she’d turned her read receipts off. But your messages went through and showed as IMessages every time so you knew she hadn’t blocked you. You were hopeful that when you got home she’d give you the time of day to at least have a conversation. You needed, no. You wanted to apologize to her face. And to explain why you’d done what you had, even though you knew it was a weak excuse. 

September 2, 2024

Nashville, TN 

Sunday had been a day full of travel, twenty hours on a plane left you plenty of time to decide what to say. How to fix things. You’d gotten home so late that it was all you could do to drag yourself to bed, hoping for a few hours before forcing yourself up to fix your sleeping schedule. In your jet lagged state you’d driven to nearly every local grocery store you knew of in search flowers nice enough to serve as an ice breaker. Only the best would do, the prettiest and the ones you knew would last the longest. And somehow, after three hours of driving around and eventually finding a place that let you purchase small bouquets of different flowers and greenery with the intent to design your own arrangement, you’d found yourself alone in your kitchen arranging and rearranging many different types of blooms into a Crystal vase you’d purchased. 

But it was Monday, and you knew she’d be at work until late. Worrying about the heat and its effect on the flowers, you’d waited until almost dark before carrying them to her front door and placing them on the welcome mat she’d arranged in front of it. 

Maybe that would do. Maybe it would be the gesture she needed to want to talk to you. Or at least listen to you talk. 

But 8 turned into 9, and when you’d heard her pull into the driveway you couldn’t help yourself from watching in stoical silence from the kitchen window. She stepped over them at first, walking straight into the place once she’d gotten the door unlocked. However, she did return for them a few minutes later. But you were forced to leave it there, because she made no move to reach out or respond to any of your messages. You had to face the fact, maybe you’d fucked up too much. Her words ringing in your head as poured yourself a glass of whiskey. You are so messy, Jake. 

Well, you fucking were and you weren’t proud of it either. To say the least, you felt like absolute shit for the choices you made and you just needed the opportunity to make it right. If she would let you. 

𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹…

July 19, 2024

Nashville, TN

Jake

Busy today? Your message went unanswered, but considering her car had been gone when you got up you assumed she was at work. You were at the studio when she inevitably got home that night, and you could only assume she had been well tucked in for hours when you drug your sorry ass home. 

July 20

No communication normally wouldn’t bother you, you yourself had been the type to make people wait when it came to reaching back out. And maybe she was busy, her life didn’t stop simply because the two of you had fucked a few times. Neither should yours. 

July 21…22…23 

You felt a bit like a teenage boy, pining after a girl that didn’t know you existed. This one, however, was fully aware of your existence. You’d filled her with it twice at last you’d both been together. 

Look at you now. 

Being ghosted by your own fucking tenant. 

Being played for a fool, and it isn’t like you would claim you had feelings for the girl. But perhaps you’d begun to fall for her. 

Perhaps you had been all along. 

July 24

Dinner tonight? My place? Maybe reaching out and offering a normal evening was better than anything, right? The middle of the week, people rarely went out on a Wednesday right? Unless she was suddenly some devout Christian, buying her time on good deeds and Wednesday evening services, you figured the promise of you providing food would coax her out of hiding. 

Sounds fantastic, I leave work at 5. What works for you time wise? Ah yes, there she was. Your heart pounding in your chest as you took your time in very slowly typing out your response. Why show how eager you were so quickly?

7? Just come on in when you’re ready, back door will be unlocked. You left it at that, going to work on ensuring you had all of the necessary ingredients to the dish you had in mind. 

5:30 came and you hadn’t heard her car pull up. 

6, still not home. 

6:37 and your phone was buzzing with an incoming text. 

Held up at work, I’m so sorry. I don’t know when I’m leaving here. Raincheck? 

Was she blowing you off?

You played it off cool, letting her know a raincheck was fine. The disappointment though. Well that, that was something you hadn’t entirely expected to experience. You were used to your solitude, so you knew it wasn’t about being alone. And the food you’d eat regardless, a little bit of leftovers wouldn’t worry you much. 

So, what then? Why were you so disappointed? 

You could find anyone, anywhere, to get your dick wet. 

It’s not like you hadn’t done that before. 

Something here, now, had you in a chokehold. 

God damn. 

August 5, 2024 

Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada 

The day after a show was usually spent traveling, rushing to the next city for the next performance. You’d insisted on a hotel room for the night though, a flight late in the evening so you could rest. The plush hotel bed had sufficed in easing your tired muscles, but done nothing for the pit of hell your mind had been in. 

Her. 

Her. 

Her. 

Fuck. She was all you could think about, and you hated every minute of it simply due to the fact you weren’t looking to get caught up in anything or anyone. 

And here you were, about to do the dumbest thing you could imagine yet. 

Ever been to Niagara Falls? Had a show here last night, lost about $200 at the casino the night before. 

You waited impatiently, smoked a blunt and drank half a bottle of wine in bed before she got back with you. What was with this chic and either answering too quickly, or never at all? 

Never been to Niagara, never even been to a casino. Sounds like you'll want next months rent early then huh? ;)

Right, she had jokes. Your eyes rolled as you bit into your lower lip, fingers moving rapidly against the phone screen as you crafted your response. 

Next venue is inside a casino also. Interested in seeing what I do for a living? 

Did you just invite her to a show? 

No. Jake Kiszka wouldn’t do that shit. 

Depends on the when and where of it?

Yeah, you had. And she’d answered too quickly, so you’d barely had time to let it sink in what you’d done. 

You just couldn’t help yourself. 

Oklahoma. Let me fly you out? 

..

…

When?

You studied her response for a beat of time before sending your response back, taking a large gulp of red wine straight from the bottle before you did. 

Show is Thursday. I can have you on a flight tonight. Tomorrow. What works? 

You sounded desperate, you were sure. But in some ways, you were. Because despite the fact you swore you didn’t want shit with anyone, a nice little friends with benefits situation was the best option in your mind, to think of fucking anyone else was a painful subject to entertain. 

You knew they wouldn’t live up to your expectations. 

And you knew, though you’d not admit it here now or ever, that you enjoyed what it felt like to be with her. You were addicted to her touch, her kiss, her. 

Could do a long weekend, but need a few days to work it out. 

Hmm, what needed worked out? You supposed her job, right? Normal jobs did sometimes hold people up. Schedules and all. 

Wednesday night? Thursday morning? There’s a flight leaving BNA for D/FW at midnight, another at 6a.m. 

A beat too long passed without her reply. You drained the wine bottle in the meantime. 

Thursday morning works great :) 

And just like that, you knew you were in a world of trouble. 

Inviting a girl to a show. Your tenant, at that. Paying for a round trip flight, suddenly looking forward to this little game the two of you were playing. 

Fucked. Every bit of it was fucked. 

Thackerville, Oklahoma

August 8, 2024

Her

Flying into the Dallas/Ft. Worth airport first class had been an experience. Most of which started at BNA. First, your flight had been delayed by a few hours. Worried that you’d arrive too late in the day to actually see Jake, your cuticles had suffered the brunt of your anxiousness until you were finally boarding the plane. Then take off was delayed an additional hour. And by the time you’d landed, three hours behind schedule, it was already close to noon. 

A sixty mile drive in the back of a too hot Uber later, and you were being escorted into a back door of a venue as you shuffled by a row of yellow semi trucks, presumably full of the bands equipment. 

“Jake is sound checking currently, but you can wait here for him,” the brunette female who had met you outside instructed as she guided you into a dressing room. 

“Thanks,” you replied, dropping your back pack to the floor closest to the small sofa the room held. When you were alone, the door pulled shut all but an inch, you busied yourself with the book you’d been reading on the flight. There was the distinct smell of incense mingling with remnants of weed in the room, and you nestled into the corner of the sofa as you willed your eyes to study the words before you. 

“What a sight for sore eyes,” his raspy voice came some time later, startling you from the story you’d gotten lost in. Pushing the book shut, you stood as you discarded it to the arm of the couch. 

“Hello, rockstar,” you mused as he leaned against the doorway, arms folding over his chest as the denim fabric of his button up stretched and tightened over his biceps. 

“How was your flight?” His brows perked as he pushed off the doorway and sauntered toward you, giving you time to let your eyes touch every part of him. Black jeans, boots. Dark denim button up fastened only with the single most middle button, splayed open at the collar to reveal his tanned chest and a small bit of his stomach visible beneath where it held together. 

Casual. He looked painfully casual, something you’d not witnessed at any point in living on his property. 

“Fine once we actually were in the air,” you gave a shrug as he stopped before you, large hands cupping both sides of your face as he took the liberty to lean in and kiss you slow and deep; his tongue curling against yours, lapping eagerly into your mouth for a few long moments before parting. 

Shit, how you had missed him. 

“Let me show you around.” Taking your hand, Jake led you out of his dressing room and down the hall as he pointed to each room and explained their purposes. Other dressing rooms, a massage room, their tour managers office for the day. Laundry, catering, combined green room. Practice room if they wanted to mess around on instruments outside of sound check. And then he walked you around the sound booth, explaining how the computers control the light show and part of the sound set up. Then to the stage, past his personal guitar tech, Jonny, and stopping near his guitar case. 

“These are my girls,” he gestured toward the ten or so guitars lined up inside the large road case, his fingertips lingering on what looked to be the oldest. “My beloved.” 

“Do you need a minute alone with her?” Jake’s eyes cut to you, narrowing slightly as you smirked. 

“No. I don’t.” His lips pressed into a thin line then, regarding you in silence for a beat. 

“Such a ladies man,” you jabbed, running your finger along the same path along the old guitar as his fingers had. 

“Did I say you could touch that?” It was his turn to smirk as you blinked up at him, worrying your lips together before responding. 

“Did you fly me all the way out here to be a hard ass, or what?”

Jake scoffed, tipping his chin up and gesturing toward the stage before leading you up the stairs at the side of it. 

“This will be my view in a few hours,” his voice carried over his shoulder as he led you to the middle of the stage. “Thousands of women will fill this room out. Seats. Pit.” He circled where you stopped, looking out in awe at the expansiveness of the room and wondering just how many people could fit in it. “Some have been camping for the last three days we’re told.” 

“So humble, Jacob.” You couldn’t help but smirk again, feigning disinterest though admittedly you were mesmerized by it all. 

“Here,” he took your hand and led you back toward his amps, and then around them to stand just behind where they were stacked. As he did, his tech approached and deposited a handful of guitar picks as well as a few different brass slides. 

“Take off, Jonny,” Jake demanded, correcting himself almost instantly by continuing in a much kinder tone. “Take a break, you’ve been at it all day.” You watched the man excuse himself, giving Jake a peculiar look before flitting his eyes between the two of you. Silence ate up the space around you until Jonny’s footsteps could no longer be heard. 

“6,500.”

“What?” 

“Max capacity. 6,500. Not our biggest crowd, but sold out nonetheless.” He stood behind you, hands resting against your hips as he brought his mouth close to your ear. “All those women. Screaming for me.” 

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm,” he breathed out, the warmth of the air he exhaled tickling your ear. “I could have any of them if I pleased,” he reminded you, hands bunching up the fabric of the sundress you wore. Slowly, inch by inch of fabric raised up as you felt your legs becoming more and more exposed. 

“And then, why am I here?” His hands released the material of your dress, ghosting over your arms before circling your wrists. Guiding your hands up to rest against the large amp in front of you, his chest pressed against your back as his hands returned to their previous task. 

“Take it in,” he answered quietly, his calloused fingers making their way under your dress to toy with the silky material of your underwear. “All those seats. All those…screaming women.” He tugged the material down over your ass, further still yet until he was guiding you to step out of them. 

“All 6,500 of them,” you retorted as he kicked your legs apart. 

“I could,” he began and you could feel him tug at the tail of his belt, the metal clanging against itself. “Have any,” he added, one hand gesturing out in front of you and waving to all the seats. “Of them.”

“And yet, you flew me here…” 

“Don’t think,” his belt fell open and the faint sound of his jeans unzipping could be heard before he was pressing against you again, mouth at your ear. “You’re anything special. I chose you to be here, it could easily not be you.” 

You scoffed in response, the feeling of his fingertips grasping at your hip and pulling your ass back as he guided you to bend over the amp. 

“It could easily,” his voice was strained as he pulled his cock from his jeans and smacked it against your ass. “Be anyone else…” he pushed the tip through your folds, his length following slowly as you felt arousal quickly pool at your center. 

“Yeah?” You pushed your ass out more for him, the pillowy, lush head of his cock catching against your clit and pulling a whine from somewhere deep within you as the cold metal of the barbell sent a shock through you. 

You’d be hard pressed to tell him, but you’d missed being with him since that night in his pool. Work had certainly overtaken your life and eaten up your free time. 

“Then why not someone else? One of your fans perhaps?” The breath was stolen from your lungs as he nudged against your entrance, his hands grasping your ass cheeks and pushing them apart so he could better watch himself as he pushed slowly into your needy cunt. 

“Too easy, I much prefer the chase,” he lied, grabbing onto your hips tightly as he pushed into you until the base of his cock was nestled happily against you. 

“I think they’d all play hard to get if you asked nicely, Mr. Kiszka.” Your voice rose an octave as he backed out and stroked into you slow and deep once more. 

“You need to stop or it’ll be one of them and not you next,” his warning came on a whimper, his cock throbbing against the walls of your tight cunt as he backed out some and pushed back in with a sharp thrust of his hips. 

“I doubt-,” you were cut off with his hand cupping your chin, squeezing your cheeks gingerly as he pulled your head back so you were looking up at him through your lashes. 

“You better watch your smart ass mouth,” he warned further. Your throat jumped as you swallowed hard, giving a slight nod as he continued to fuck into you in long, deep strokes. “Now apologize for being so mouthy.” 

“Sorry, sir,” you ventured, clenching around him as he pushed deeper in than before. His response was a groan, a slow breath being let out as he removed his throbbing cock from your wet cunt and smacked it against your ass again. Without seeing his face, you could still tell by the way his breaths shook out of him that he was a lot closer than he wanted you to know. 

“Now be a good girl so I can spoil this pussy, I’ve missed her so,” he teased his cock against you, walking his hand around your thigh and between your legs until he made contact with your swollen clit. After a moment of rubbing tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, he fisted his cock once more and pressed the tip against your entrance. 

“Jacob,” you sighed, eager to feel him again. To be filled by him again. As he nudged forward, you felt his cock throb again before his warm release was coating you. 

“Damn,” he choked out on a strangled groan. “Fuck,” he fucked into you, still hard as he grabbed for your hips and pulled you back onto him, his sticky release coating your walls. “Need to hear you. Louder,” Jake grunted, backing out slowly before thrusting forward as he again pulled you back onto him. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the empty room, your head tipping back as you moaned his name louder than before. Thrust after thrust he brought you closer and closer to climax, warmth spreading over your body as you clenched tightly around his cock. 

“Oh god. Oh, fuck Jake right there. Just like that,” you whimpered after a particularly hard, deep stroke in from him. 

“S’that how you like me? Right here, deep in your pussy? All snug and warm, throbbing just for you?” He barely moved inside you, offering short quick strokes deep within you. 

“Y-yeah,” you whined, your fingers curled around the top of the amp and clutching it tightly. True to his word, you felt his cock pulse with desire as he picked up his pace. “Please Jake, harder. Faster.” 

“Filthy little bunny. Like it when I fuck her hard and fast?” With each thrust forward he pulled you back hard onto him, grasping so tightly around your hips you were sure there’d be bruises in the exact shape of his fingertips. Over and over until you cried out his name louder than previous times, waves of euphoria crashing over you as your body shivered and sparked with desire, coating his length with your slick. 

“Ooh baby. Tight little fuck, my girl is so filthy letting me fuck her here in the same room I’m about to perform in,” Jake groaned, holding tight to you as he slowed his pace and backed out so he was just fucking you with the head of his cock. 

“Put it back, please put it back,” you whined, pushing back onto his length. 

“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” He obliged just the same, fucking into you deep and slow until his second climax hit, continuing to fuck you back onto him as your walls clenched tightly around him, milking his cock until he was groaning from overstimulation. His body convulsed forward then, laying over you as he panted in your ear. “What the fuck,” he whimpered, shivering as he let out a shaky breath against the shell of your ear. Stilling, he laid against your back until his breathing had calmed and his dick softened, slipping out of you as it did.  Jake stuffed himself back into his pants before spinning you around to face him, kneeling down and helping you step back into your panties before pulling them up over you. After, standing before you, he fixed the skirt of your dress as if nothing had happened and then went to work buckling his belt up. 

“Jake?” 

“Hm?” His eyes cut up to you, hands blindly working himself back together. You had so many thoughts running through your head, even more questions for him. 

Why you? If he was so hell bent on having any of them and you being nothing special, he wouldn’t have taken the time to fly you to Oklahoma, of all places. Right? So then, why the game? 

“I think I need to change,” you offered, which wasn’t entirely a lie but it hadn’t been what you were initially going to say. Truth be told, you’d walk around all night with him leaking slowly out of you if he asked. Jakes eyes trailed down your body slowly, his lips curling into his signature smirk before he gave a nod and tipped his head toward the side of the stage. 

“There’s a shower in my dressing room if you wanna use that. Or we can go up to my room,” he looked hopeful as he waited. You should make him wait longer, but the desire to be alone with him outweighed the need to tease him. 

“I could take my bag up if we go to your room…” your words trailed off as he grabbed your hand and swiftly pulled you away from his amps and toward the stairs.  A quick pit stop at his dressing room to grab your bag and a twelve floor elevator ride later and he was leading you down a stretch of hallway that had only a few numbered doors. 

“So, I would’ve gotten you your own room but…I figured if you stay with me I can make sure there are no snakes or anything. You know, wouldn’t want you to be scared tonight.” He stopped before a door with the number 367 on it, pulling a keycard from his pocket and swiping it quickly before pushing the door open. 

“You’re so funny, Jake,” you rolled your eyes at him, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back as he ushered you into the luxurious hotel room. 

“Was it my humor that got you here?” 

“Well, yes, actually,” you confirmed, tossing your book bag to the sofa lined along the wall to the left of the king size bed. “What other reason would I have to visit the great state of Oklahoma?” 

“Mm, the pipe I lay.” His suggestion came so casual you knew he was simply making a statement. Knew he was well aware of his own talents, in and out of the bedroom. There was no use arguing it, being baptized in his efforts to please you had brought you here. Nothing else could compare to him. 

Did you even want anyone to? 

No. 

“No, I think it was your humor,” you lied as he approached where you stood, checking the room out until your eyes landed back on him. 

“Quit lying,” he suggested, snaking his arms around your waist until his hands were resting on your ass cheeks. As he pulled you in flush against him, you tilted your head back to look up at him. “I missed you. Kind of felt like you were blowing me off after that pool incident…”

“Not intentional,” you soothed, your cheeks flaming at his admission as you tiptoed up to press your lips to his gently. “I’d have much rather been spending the time with you.” 

“Yeah?” Why did he sound unsure when he asked that, insecure even? Needy for you to admit you’d missed him also?

“Yeah, I…kind of missed you also.” You pecked his lips again, hoping to not make a big deal out of it all. When he deepened the kiss, one hand moving up to cradle the back of your head and hold you close, you felt yourself melt into his embrace. Slowly, melodically, his lips moved against yours until the kisses you were sharing became open mouthed, his teeth gnashing against yours with each hungry movement of his mouth. Jake backed you toward the bed until the back of your legs were touching the mattress, breaking the kiss then only to watch you sit down onto the edge of the bed and then, once you’d kicked your sandals off, move up onto it until you were laying back against the pillows. He took a moment, regarding you in silence before unbuttoning the lone button that had been fastened on his shirt. Shrugging it off, he kneed up onto the bed and crawled over you. 

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he smirked, leaning in and connecting his mouth to the skin just below your ear. He sucked gently before nipping at the skin, his hips pressing down against yours. 

“I missed you,” you confirmed what you’d previously said, adjusting your knees so they were bent which allowed him more room to press against you. “Surprised to hear you missed me though…”

Jake pulled back abruptly, his lips kiss swollen and red. “Why?”

“Well, you know. All those women screaming your name…” you trailed off as his left hand moved the skirt of your dress up over your hips though his eyes never left yours. 

“All those women,” he repeated, tucking his index and middle finger into the waistband of your underwear and gently tugging them down. 

“You could have any of them.” 

“Don’t want any of them,” he mumbled, moving down to place light kisses along your hips and lower abdomen as he continued tugging your underwear down until you lifted up enough for him to pull them over your ass. “No one compares.”

“No one compares to what?” You watched down at him as he backed away on his knees enough to free your legs from your underwear. 

“You,” he groaned, pushing your legs apart again wrapping one arm around your thigh and then repeating with the other. 

“But you said you could ha-,” he cut you off by diving forward and snaking his tongue out, pulling it through your slit and twirling it around your clit slowly. “Any,” you gasped, hands shooting down to grasp at his hair. “Any of them.” 

“Want you,” he insisted, face buried between your legs as he began to lap and lick at your entrance. 

“Jake I. Shower. And you-,” he fucked his tongue into you then, adjusting his arms so your legs were on his shoulders. 

“I don’t give a fuck,” he insisted, lifting his head briefly to look up at you. His eyes were hooded and lust heavy, mouth glistening already. “Love the way I taste dripping out of you.” 

There wasn’t a chance to protest there after, Jake resuming his previous position of having his head buried between your legs as his mouth made sweet love to your sensitive cunt, lapping and slurping as he fucked his tongue into you rapidly. 

“Fuck, Jake,” you panted, your walls fluttering as your back arched. Your fingers grasped tightly at his hair, tangling in it as he pulled you closer and closer to your second orgasm. Just as you were right on the edge of plummeting head first into euphoria, tugging his hair as your legs shook violently, he pulled away. Straightening up, Jake sat back on his heels as he watched you pant and writhe. “Nooo. Come back, please Jake.” 

He smirked down at you, pulling the back of his hand across his mouth before working to undo his belt. 

“You begging me little bunny?” 

“Please,” you whined, your hands grabbing for him futilely. He watched you with that damn smirk on his face, undoing his jeans slowly. 

“Please,” he mocked, his voice monotone as he worked his jeans down and then moved from the bed to rid his body of them completely. His boxers followed, pooling on the floor at his feet as he stepped out of them. Reaching out, his hand circled your ankle as he yanked you down the bed toward him before kneeing back up and crawling to where you now laid. “Turn over,” he instructed, his voice calm and showing little emotion. Compared to the way his words shook earlier when he had you bent over his amp, he had significantly calmed himself and gained control. Too much control. Following his order, you rolled onto your stomach, his large hands circling your waist and pulling your hips up until your ass was in the air while your chest was still flush with the mattress. Leaning against your back, he pressed his mouth to your ear and exhaled slowly before speaking. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you can’t sit down at my show tonight. And when you do, you’ll remember me. Right here,” his hand made contact with your heat, petting his fingers against you slowly and pulling a shudder from you that shivered up your spine. “You’ll remember me right where I belong, hm? Cause it’s mine.” 

𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹…

July 13, 2024

London, England

Jake

I’m playing my dream venue tomorrow  in London, and all I can think about is what it would feel like to be….you pressed the delete button quickly until the message you were typing disappeared. 

Let’s try again. 

Deep breath. 

London is only 63° today and I’m betting Nashville was hot as fu…you backspaced again until that message disappeared as well. It had been nearly a month since you’d spent any real time with her, the days leading up to the European leg of tour spent rehearsing and packing. Setlist ideas bouncing around, late night practices turning into early morning treks home. And writing and recording between all of that. 

Despite thinking she created some elaborate rouse of a rogue snake in her place, animal control had actually located the fucking thing bright and early the Monday after she’d spent the weekend with you. You barely lived down how fucking red your cheeks burned realizing she hadn’t just wanted to get you alone, hers mirroring yours when the thing was barely eight inches long. A mere baby Gardner snake, completely harmless to her or anyone for that matter. 

Still, you were her landlord. The simple idea that anything more than that was at play seemed ridiculous, despite the few nights you’d spent together. Despite the things she had allowed you to do to her. You were her landlord. 

And here you were, struggling to form a coherent thought into text message. One more time. 

What are you doing and why isn’t it laying in bed next to me? Damn, no. That may be too much. Plus the time difference. 10p.m. currently for you was only 4p.m. for her. She’d think it odd you were in bed, wouldn’t she? 

Rockstar shit or whatever…you attached a picture from your hotel bed, blunt between your fingers as tendrils of smoke wafted up and a glass of red sat snug in the same hand. Beyond that, your lower torso and legs were visible and slightly out of focus. Black boxer briefs the only thing keeping the photo from being close to the first one you’d sent, the photo that maybe had started all of this. You hit send before you could second guess yourself, again.

You’re ridiculous. It flashed up so quickly you wondered if she had been waiting on you to reach out, or had she simply been on her phone coincidentally when your message came through? Pressing the notification, you watched your phone flash brighter as the message opened. 

A picture. 

Her toes, freshly painted deep red, perched at the edge of the inground pool in your backyard. The very pool you’d told her she could use at her leisure upon moving in. 

More. 

You needed to see more. 

You’re hot. 

You hoped that would encourage her to show more of herself, but her simple response of heart reacting to your message was the last you heard from her. 

Damn. 

July 18, 2024

Nashville, TN

Your flight had arrived late at BNA, a delayed layover in fucking New York of all places had you finally pulling into your driveway at 3:02a.m. You crashed immediately, only dragging yourself out of bed well after 2p.m. because you’d found it impossible to fall back to sleep for the third time. With a tired yawn, you moved around your house until you found yourself standing at the counter in your kitchen. Alone there, you watched out the window, noticing her floating in the middle of the pool. As you contemplated whether you should join her, you began rolling a blunt. A relaxing evening smoking and soaking in the pool with your sexy ass tenant floating around? Sounded like the perfect welcome home. You busied yourself rolling as quickly as possible before ascending the stairs and making way to your bedroom and pulling on a pair of swim trunks quickly. You’d barely made it back down to the kitchen, blunt tucked behind your ear and a towel in your hand, when you noticed her stand from her floating position and step up onto the lowest of the concrete steps that led down into the water. One by one she took the few steps up, her wet body glistening in the afternoon sun. Bikini. She looked as tempting as ever in a red bik-now who the fuck was that. Your attention was diverted to a tall male stepping out of her place, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. 

Now who the fuck. 

Hell no. 

You had never seen a male so much as even stop to pick her up, let alone stay at her place. 

Not that you were watching. 

You had absolutely no right to be angry, and yet you were. It took watching her hug the guy and him then disappearing around the side of the house for you to realize you’d stood there clenching your jaw the entire time. You could hear his car start up and then drive off as you moved toward your back door, pulling it open to see her walking back down the steps into the clear water of the pool. You walked quietly to one of the few lounge chairs that sat poolside, dropping down onto the edge of one as you pulled the blunt from behind your ear. 

“I wasn’t aware,” you began, clearly startling her as she gasped and clutched at her chest. She spun to face where you sat, cocking her head to the side as she waited for you to continue. “That you had a partner,” you continued on, placing the blunt between your lips after and lighting the end of it. You puffed on it a few times before inhaling deeply, holding the hit there in your lungs for several long seconds before blowing it out and coughing quietly. 

“What?” Her eyebrow raised in confusion as you stood and walked to the side of the pool, following the steps down into the water and walking slowly toward her as you took another hit. 

“The guy,” you offered casually, your head nodding to the side in a gesture to indicate the guy you’d watch leave. You stepped closer, hitting the blunt and repeating the routine of holding it in, sneaking in just a little more air, and then exhaling. 

“My brother?” Brother? Well, now you felt dumb as fuck. Firstly, for mistaking him as anything more. Secondly, for not even knowing she had a brother. And lastly, for being so angry over the potential possibility that she did have a partner to begin with. And now here you were, reeling from the adrenaline coursing through your veins that anger had brought on, your cheeks flaming crimson between your embarrassment and the summer heat. 

Play it cool, Jake. 

“My bad,” you rasped nonchalantly, though you felt anything but. Another step closer and you were standing before her, close enough to smell the sunscreen she had rubbed into her skin. All coconut and banana boat and whatever else was covering her delicate body, it was intoxicating. “So, you have a brother?” 

“Yeah, I do,” she shrugged, furrowing her brows as she studied you. 

“Oh, sorry,” you offered the blunt out to her, watching her stare at it for a moment. 

“Hands are wet,” she shrugged, watching further as you reached out and held it close enough for her to place her lips around it. As she did, the corners of her mouth curled up into a smirk and she took a long, slow hit. 

Okay. 

You moved forward causing her to take a step back as she exhaled. And then forward you moved again, and so she backed up as you did. And again, again until she was standing directly in front of the pool jet. 

“Were you mad, thinking he was my boyfriend?”

“No.” Fuck. You answered way too quickly. Your voice too high for someone who didn’t care. 

“Right,” she snorted, which only annoyed you more than you already felt over jumping to the conclusion you had. 

“I wasn’t,” you insisted, closing the very thin gap between your body and hers, you quickly stowed the blunt between your lips before wrapping your arms around her and moving the two of you closer to the side of the pool. 

You felt her body tense, a gasp of air being let out as the stream of water being pushed out into the pool from the jet hit her back, giving you an idea. With your hands on her hips, you turned her away from you and pressed your chest to her back. “Miss me while I was gone?” 

“Barely noticed.” The smartass really thought she was funny. 

“Sure,” you chuckled, moving the two of you closer to the wall as one hand found the material of her bikini bottoms and pulled it to the side as you spread her legs apart. 

“Jake,” your name shook out of her as the cold, pressurized water hit her sensitive clit. 

“S’wrong, Bunny?” 

“Nothing.” 

Right. You held her leg as you moved the two of you another step closer, the blunt snuggly between your lips at the corner of your mouth. 

“I’ll ask again, did you miss me?” You turned your face into hers just enough to whisper against her ear, mindful that the blunt wouldn’t touch her. You could feel her body trembling against yours, the vibration of her chest as she sucked in a shaky breath. 

“Yes,” she moaned, her head nodding eagerly before dropping back against your shoulder. 

“Does that feel good?” You whispered, holding her body against yours as it quaked more and more until she moaned out so loud you were sure your neighbors could hear. You stood there holding her against you as the orgasm washed over her in waves. First, gasping and breathing heavily, followed by whining and moaning as she writhed against you. And then going nearly limp in your hold as you let go of her leg, fixed her bottoms, and moved the both of you away from the jet. 

Her.

Breathe in. 

Breathe out. 

Slow. 

Calm down. 

Holy shit. There was no way he just made you climax simply by-well, he had you knew that. Even without actually touching you, you were a mess for him. 

Mentally, you were talking yourself through the end of your orgasm as Jake held you close to his body. Pushing the two of you back toward the middle of the pool, one arm curled around you until you felt stable enough to stand on your own again and turn toward him. You watched him smirk as he took in your expression. 

“So, my brother,” you offered, floating away from him a few feet. “He stayed with me for a few days while his place was being fumigated.” Why had you felt the need to explain the situation? Jake being jealous was amusing to you, the evidence of it still residing on his face as his cheeks still burned deep red and his smirk faltered the moment you mentioned your brother. 

“That was nice of you to let him,” he shrugged, moving back toward the pool steps and getting out long enough to dry his hands off and relight the end of his blunt before walking back down into the pool. Your eyes tracked his movements as he walked back down into the water. On the bottom step, he dropped down to sit and leaned back against the step above the one he was on. Wading toward him, you watched as he took a long, deep hit from the spliff before exhaling even slower. 

“I suppose,” you shrugged and as you got even closer to him, you opted to sit on the step next to him and mirror the way he was reclined back. “You sure did sound jealous though.” 

“Not jealous,” Jake rasped, left arm moving down from the step and his hand circling the back of your neck. With his right hand he brought the blunt to his lips again and took another hit before pulling you into him and covering your mouth with his. His velveteen tongue licked into your mouth, smoke rolling in from his as well. When he pulled away, you inhaled deeply before exhaling. The rush from the hit and his kiss went straight to your head, having a dizzying effect as you moved from the step to straddling his lap. 

“It’s okay to admit, Mr. Kiszka,” you snickered, arms circling his neck loosely as he looked up at you through his lashes. Your fingertips scratched at the nape of his neck, pulling him to allow his eyes to fall shut briefly before he was watching up at you again. 

“I’m not jealous,” he bit out through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing at you. 

“Aw, admit it, you were.” You leaned in as he offered the blunt to you, taking a quick hit before kissing him in the same manner as he had you previously, grinding down against his lap simultaneously. His free hand gripped at your waist, neither stilling you or guiding you further; simply holding you as you moved against him. “Tell me you were jealous,” you whispered against his lips. 

“No.” His grasp tightened on your waist, hips bucking up to meet you as you moved slowly against him. “Angry,” he relented when you stilled. 

“Angry, why?” You were so confused, this man was like a speeding bullet, ricocheting around from one emotion to the next. What on earth did he have to be angry about? 

“Angry… because this is my pussy,” he growled, grasping at the fabric over your hip and fisting it. 

“Says who?” Your words whispered out as you ghosted your lips over his, your hands moving to mess with the waist band of his swim trunks. 

“Says me,” Jake sighed, head turning away to deny you of the ability to kiss him but only so he could bring the blunt to his mouth and take a long, slow hit off it. “Says,” he exhaled, blowing the smoke away from you before turning his head back. “The way you were grinding against me a minute ago. Says the way you desperately want me to fuck you right now.” 

“Ah yes, because I threw myself at you huh? As if you didn’t come out here with that very thing on your mind,” you smirked, sliding a hand beneath the material of his swim trunks and wrapping your fingers around his thick length. You stroked his cock, feeling it harden beneath your touch as the two of you stared at one another. 

“I like you better when you’re acting like you need my help rather than being a mouthy little thing,” he mused, the corners of his mouth fighting against the smile he was trying to conceal. You flicked your thumb over the head of his cock where the end of the barbell rested, watching him slowly begin to smirk despite himself.

“That’s okay, I like you better when you aren’t angry.” You watched your hands then, one still stroking his length as the other worked to pull the waistband of his trunks down. You felt him lift slightly, making it easier for you to maneuver the material down his hips and over his ass enough to free his cock. 

“Yeah well.” 

“Yeah well, let’s fix that anger,” you moved the material of your bikini bottom to the side as you guiding the head of his cock toward your entrance. 

“How you gonna do that?” He inquired, pulling in a sharp breath as you sunk down onto his cock until you were seated against his lap, letting him fill and stretch you. 

“By giving you what’s yours,” your lips found his then as you began riding him slowly, kissing him hungrily as you lifted almost entirely off of him before sinking back down again. Your pace quickened with each downward motion, both of your hands snaking around his neck as your fingers tangled in his hair. 

“I-,” Jake started when you broke away from the kiss for air, quickening your pace as you had. He let out a surprised gasp, dropping the blunt onto the concrete outside of the pool before grasping both of your hips as a strangled groan escaped past his lips. “Fu-fuck baby,” he whined as he filled you with his hot release, his hands guiding your hips so you wouldn’t stop. “Keep going, keep fucking going.”

Fuck.

How were you supposed to stop after that? 

Each time you lifted, separating your body from him until just his tip sat at your entrance, he’d pull you back down and thrust his hips up in sharp quick movements. 

“Jake,” you moaned, your head tilted back just the same as his was resting back on the concrete outside of the pool. “You feel so good, yes….ooh, bitch, fuck.” 

“Whose. Pussy. Is. This?” Jake let out between heavy, huffing breaths of air. Each word was emphasized with a thrust up, his fingertips kneading deeply into your flesh. 

“Yours,” you gasped, breathless and clenching around his length as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside you. 

“Yeah it fucking is,” he encouraged, his hips snapping up in harsh, quick motions. “Say it again. Say it, ‘this pussy is yours, sir’.” 

Damn. 

The needy but demanding tone to his voice made you desperate to please him, bringing your head up and studying his features momentarily. His pupils were blown wide as he watched you study him, his mouth agape as he waited expectantly. 

You wanted so badly to be a brat and test him, but his calloused fingertips rough and pressing firm into your hips drove you to please him. 

“This pussy,” you whined, his pace quickening further upon hearing your tone. “Is yours.”

“Who,” he demanded.

“You. Sir. It’s yours sir.” 

“That’s my girl,” he thrust up again, burying himself to the hilt as he guided your hips so you were grinding against him; your orgasm building quickly before crashing over you in waves. 

“Oh,” you gasped, eyes rolling back as pleasure took over. Jake raised a hand from your hip, pushing part of your bikini top to the side with two fingers and connecting his mouth to your nipple at the same time. He nipped the pebbled skin, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth against it and ultimately heightened the pleasure you were experiencing. “Jacob, fuck baby. Oh my god, yes.” 

“You fuck me so good,” he mumbled, his breaths heavy and labored as he again quickened his pace. His second climax hit out of nowhere, his cock throbbing against your walls as he emptied into your spent cunt for a second time. The come down from your orgasm and his was different than before, his strong arms wrapping around you and holding you snuggly against his chest as you made out with one another for several slow minutes.  𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹…

June 14, 2024

Nashville, TN

You could’ve guessed that after making him incredibly late for some type of important meeting that you wouldn’t see him again, not right away. As it were, you had too much work to get done to lend time worrying about if you and Jake would continue what had been started. Not that you weren’t eager to do so, simply you knew focusing on work was important and he likely felt the same. If he wanted to come to you, he would. 

Right?

Presumably. 

Really, it had only been a few days and Jake could be heard coming and going only once or twice when you were home. The wail of his guitar melodically dancing on the air and taking up space in every silent corner of your home the rest of the time. So he was busy, and you enjoyed playing hard to get anyway. Going to him this time wouldn’t be an option. 

Wouldn’t have been an option. 

In fact, you were set to see him come to you up until you arrived home from work after a particularly long day. Hitting the gym after had been a great idea, up until you rolled in covered in sweat and desperately needing a shower. The shower itself had soothed your aching muscles, relaxing you enough that you hoped to get to bed early and catch up on some much needed rest. Maybe do some reading. Enjoy the evening, one of the first Fridays in a while where you didn’t have plans. You were lost in your thoughts, daydreaming about ordering a pizza before getting lost in a book for the night as you rummaged through a drawer of clothing. Skimpy sleep shorts, check. Matching cami, check. You tossed both to your bed before untying your robe and shimmying out of it. You took care to hang the delicate fabric over the back of your sitting chair, dressing quickly before retreating back to the bathroom. You gave your hair a quick tousle with a towel, drying it as best you could before tying it up atop your head into a messy bun. Still lost in thought over where to order food from, you moved back to your bedroom-giving little attention to your immediate surroundings. You stopped near the dresser, grabbing your book before padding over to the bed. Next to it, you stood as you absently took your phone up in your free hand and scrolled quickly through your notifications. It wasn’t until you felt a cool, smooth sensation glide over your foot that your attention was taken from your phone. Glancing at the floor, you noticed what initially appeared to be a piece of…ribbon? That couldn’t be, so you bent to inspect further just as the ribbon slithered further up to your ankle and around it. Was that, fuck, a snake? Maybe a baby snake, something that stays small or just was too young to be terribly big. Regardless, your immediate reaction was fear. Screaming out, you shook your foot aggressively as the small snake slithered and wiggled around, landing on the floor and moving under your bed. 

Nope. 

Fuck that. 

A mouse you could handle, anything furry. But spiders, snakes, and other insects? Immediate fear boiled up inside you and you knew that if the slimy sucker wasn’t caught and removed tonight, you’d never sleep again. You fled from your bedroom with your phone still in hand, running straight out into the living room and then out the front door. Still daylight, though the sun had slowly begun to lower in the sky casting shadows throughout the yard, you glanced around as you came to a halt in front of Jacob’s back door. 

So you were going to him, but not crawling back for more of what he had started a few days prior. No, this time you simply needed him to remove the snake that had somehow gotten into your home. You knocked rapidly several times, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for him to answer. When the door pulled open, Jacob standing there in a pair of black sweat pants and a T-shirt with the neck cut and stretched to fit more relaxed, you’d calmed down just the tiniest bit. 

“Bunny,” he rasped, his eyes studying your bedroom attire for several long minutes before settling on your stare. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Jacob’s eyebrow perked up as he spoke, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip as he allowed himself to take in what you were wearing once again. 

“There’s…a snake,” you trailed off, your eyes traveling the same path his were as you took in the sight of him dressed so casually. The snake, right. Back to…the snake. “In my room, there’s a snake. I need you to catch it and get rid of it for me. Please.” 

“A snake?” His brows furrowed before he chuckled a time or two. “Right, okay. Let’s go see about this “snake” in your room.” He used air quotes and all, the fucker was incredibly self assured, without a doubt, and you suddenly felt rather annoyed that he seemed to think it a ploy you had concocted to get him into your room. 

“I’m serious,” you insisted, taking a step back as he stepped out of the house and pulled the door shut. “It,” you shuddered as you spoke. “Ran across my foot.” 

“Sweetheart, if it ran, it isn’t a snake.” Jake chuckled despite the obvious distraught look you wore, beginning his way toward your front door with you now following him. Once inside, he didn’t bother to stop, striding straight through and into your room. 

“It slithered, whatever. I think it went under the bed.” 

“You know, if you wanted me to come finish what we started all you had to do was text me,” Jacob spoke as he got down on his hands and knees-presumably for show since it was clear he didn’t believe you at all. He bent further, peering under your bed before pulling his cell phone out and illuminating the flashlight to see better. “Just as I thought, no snake.” He straightened then, looking up at you from where he sat on his knees. Reaching out, he ghosted a hand against your outter thigh, smiling deviously. “Miss me that bad you’re making up scenarios to get me alone now?”

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, scoffing at him though his feather light touch sent a trail of goosebumps down your legs. “I’m being serious, Mr. Kiszka.” You punctuated his name so as to get your point across, his eyes darkening then as his hand dropped from you and he stood up. 

“There was really a snake in here?” 

“Yes,” you urged, eyes widening to get the point across. “I had been in the shower, and I got dressed after and it slithered across my fucking foot. I watched it go under the bed before I ran to your door to have you remove it.” 

“Okay, well, I’m not sure how it would’ve gotten in here or where it could be now because it isn’t under the bed.”

“Great,” you muttered, unlocking your phone and searching for nearby hotels. 

“What’re you doing?”

“Finding a hotel, I’m not sleeping in here until that thing is gone!” 

“A hotel?” You blinked up from your phone to nod at him, noticing the distressed look in his eyes. 

“Yeah? I can’t sleep here knowing that thing may be lurking around here.”

“Well you aren’t staying in a hotel, you can sleep with me. I mean, at mine. In mine. In my house.” Your eyes went back to him, studying his now nervous demeanor. “I’ll see if my brother can come help me find the thing tomorrow. But I’m exhausted tonight, you can sleep at mine and I’ll take care of it tomorrow.” His words were more straightforward with the second half of his statement, so you gave a nod and followed him out of the small guest house and through the backyard straight into his place. The main house was decorated entirely different from the guest house you rented, which had all been painted a cool grey color with splashes of white and black. This, however, was a collection of bright white walls and furniture that appeared to be a deep Navy tone. Jake led you through the downstairs without saying much, climbing the stairs slowly as he glanced over his shoulder a time or two to ensure you were still following him. 

“So, I’ve been slowly remodeling…” he mentioned as you reached the top of the stairs and he began down the hall. “The guest room is kind of demolished currently.” Great. 

“Okay…well I can sleep on a c-.”

“You can sleep in the bed with me, it’s a king so there’s plenty of room.” You thought about protesting, but considering what had already transpired between the two of you, you thought better of it. You agreed with a nod and then followed Jake as he headed down the hall further and into a large bedroom. 

“If you need the restroom, the master is right through there,” he gestured towards a door on the far side of the room before his arms flailed toward the bed. “And then, of course, the piece de resistance.” He put on a faux French accent as he spoke, causing you to giggle as your eyes danced around the room. He had pretty good taste in decor, admittedly, definitely matched the broody, moody rockstar life. Moving forward further into the room, you crawled up onto the bed and laid back against the pillows as you smiled at him. Reaching out, you deposited your phone to the nightstand closest to you before getting comfortable. 

“Oh, this is comfortable,” you sighed, watching Jake through hooded eyes as he kneed up onto the bed and crawled over you. He studied your face for a beat before leaning in like he was about to kiss you, ghosting his lips over yours while his fingers toyed with the hem of your shorts. 

“Do you always sleep in this?”  He tugged at the silky material, his nose nudging against yours. 

“Yes, usually,” You nodded, parting your lips just a touch. You were hoping he would kiss you, make the first move. Instead, he simply let out a soft ‘hm’ and moved so he was laying next to you. With your head turned in his direction, you watched as he tucked his arms up behind his head and sighed. 

“Do you always sleep in this?” You gave his T-shirt a gentle tug before moving your hand away and picking at your cuticles absently. 

“I usually sleep naked, actually.” He smirked then, his eyes not moving from the ceiling. 

“Well, don’t let me stop you then,” you were challenging him. He seemed so confident at your house the day he had kissed you, in control and dominant. The man before you now was too relaxed for your liking. 

“Wouldn’t wanna make my guest uncomfortable,” the rasp of his voice was deep as he cut his eyes from the ceiling to you, waiting for your next move as the two of you stared at one another. 

“Uncomfortable,” you snorted. “I’ve already seen it, it’s not going to make me uncomfortable.” 

Without word he was stripped naked in seconds, relaxing back against his pillows once more with his arms propped behind his head. Like an otherworldly god. You willed your eyes not to follow the form of his body lower, keeping your sights on his face and the serene look he wore. 

“Much better,” he sighed happily, causing you to roll your eyes to yourself. Rather than stroke his ego, in an effort to keep your eyes to yourself, you turned away from him and onto your side as you reached for your phone on the nightstand. It only took a few minutes of scrolling through work emails before you heard him huff from behind you, the mattress dipping as he shifted over to his side. 

“You know, you don’t have to lay on the edge of the bed,” you felt his arm curl around you as he spoke, pulling you back against him. Taking the opportunity, you stuck your ass out, rubbing against him as you moved to get comfortable again. Your phone lay abandoned on the bed where you’d been laying. 

“You tease,” he sighed, his hand gripping your hip and holding you still though he rolled his hips to grind against you. 

“Who, me?” 

“Yes,” he growled quietly, shifting away from you just enough to pull you onto your back alongside him. “You don't know what you’re doing to me.” 

“Oh, I don’t?” You looked at him, your hands resting on your stomach for lack of anything better to do with them. 

“No,” Jake insisted, bringing his hand up and cupping your jaw as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. This kiss was nothing like what you’d shared nights prior, his lips moving slow and sensual against yours. The longer this went on, the deeper the kissing grew, your right hand coming up and circling Jake’s wrist as you held onto him. With each passing moment, Jake licked further and further into your mouth. Sharing breaths, sucking on your tongue, his hand dropping from your jaw to your neck and then ghosting its way down your torso. At your hip, he stilled his hand and grasped firmly, his fingers kneading into your skin. Growing nervous, though his mouth on yours distracted you quite a bit, you rested a hand over your center and against your thighs. 

Fuck. Maybe you were in over your head. 

Panic began to set in, your lips sloppily moving against his as his fingertips skated down your thigh and under the short hem of your sleep shorts. Pressing your hand down firmly against where it rested, you felt Jake break the kiss from being so deep. Offering you warm, wet pecks as his fingers tried to move further under your bottoms. 

“Move your hand,” he rasped, his nose nudging yours as you bit at your lip. “Just wanna touch you a little.” Obediently, you followed his instruction and slid your hand up to rest on your stomach as he moved his fingers further under the satiny material of your shorts. His touch danced over your skin, pushing through your folds as his wet lips found home against the heated skin of your neck. “Spread your legs for me, love,” he mumbled. Again, you obediently did as he said while turning your head into him when he raised enough to capture your lips again. Slowly, delicately, his calloused fingers found your clit and rolled around it as the two of you began to make out again. Chills trilled along your thighs and stomach, his touch lighting you aflame and pulling a heat to your cheeks as you moaned into his mouth. You could feel him pressed against your hip, hard and rutting his hips in the search for friction as he began teasing your entrance before fucking his middle finger into you. 

“Fuck, bunny. Tight little thing aren’t you,” he groaned, fucking his finger in and out slowly to get you used to the sensation before adding a second. 

“God, Jake,” you whimpered, clenching around his fingers as he curled them back. His mouth covered yours again, sloppily kissing you as he fucked his fingers into you slow and deep. You snaked your arms around his neck, your fingers weaving themselves through his long hair as he pulled you closer and closer to release with his skilled fingers. You tugged gently at his hair, causing him to bite into your lip as he moaned. 

“You know what that does to me,” he whined as he released your lip, removing his fingers from you long enough to push your shorts down over your thighs. You kicked them off as he began a trail of wet kisses down your neck, his fingers toying with your clit until he’d moved far enough down that he could rest between your thighs. 

“Jake…put em back. Your fingers, please,” you begged, desperate to feel the way you had when he’d been fucking them into you. 

“Beg me,” he smirked, watching your desperate cunt glisten with arousal as he continued to tease and toy with you. 

“Beg? Fuck you, Mr. Kiszka,” it was your turn to smirk then, pushing up on your elbows enough to see his face. His brown eyes cut up to you, an eyebrow raised curiously as he considered your words. 

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that, and let you know now I don’t care for little brats,” he growled, dropping his eyes to stare at your soaked heat once more. “Now you can beg me, and I can work you through this. Or we can go to sleep, and you can suffer.” His voice was gentle then, dripping in the sweetest nectar as he willed you to fall into line and fulfill his wishes. 

Fuck. Him. 

You begged for no man, regardless of stature. 

Jake placed a languid kiss against your clit, waiting for your response as his eyes flitted back up to you. 

“Use your words,” he urged. 

Fuck it. The orgasm better be worth it. 

“Please? Please, Jake.” You begged softly, pressing your eyes shut in humiliation. You couldn’t believe he had you begging him. 

“Please, Jake,” he mocked you, teasing his fingers against your entrance as he did. “Such a sweet little Bunny, huh? Begging her landlord to make her cum.” 

“Please,” you growled back at him. 

“Relax,” he chuckled. “I’m just fucking around with you.” He cut his own words off as he fucked his fingers into you and pressed his mouth over your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth as he sucked gingerly at the swollen nub. “Mmm hnnnngg,” he groaned in spite of himself, his fingers working themselves into a quick pace of fucking in and out of you. 

“Oh, damn, Jake,” you whined, already he had your walls fluttering as you clenched around his fingers again. His tongue was everywhere, tracing circles around your clit and licking and lapping at you noisily until you were so overstimulated you were pushing yourself up the bed away from him. 

“Stop running,” he giggled, resting his arm across your hips in an effort to still you. 

“I c-can’t take anymore. Please Jake. Make, make me cum please, please, please,” you choked out. 

You really were begging him. 

Curling his fingers, he pressed into a spot you were sure no one had reached before, his lips suctioning around your clit as you cried out, inhaling sharply in the wake of the heat of pleasure overcoming you. Jake worked you effortlessly through your orgasm, your back arching as your body trembling before finally collapsing back onto the bed as you gasped for air. When your eyes finally landed on Jake again, sitting back on his knees with his face glistening and coated in your slick, he grinned ruefully before pulling the back of his hand over his mouth. 

June 15, 2024

Nashville, TN

Sleeping had come so easily to you the night before, Jake curled around you from behind. After seeing the fucked out look on your face, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion, he’d insisted nothing more happened and you’d fallen into a dreamless slumber so sound that even the 6AM alarm on your phone didn’t immediately wake you up. After some grumbling from Jake to “turn that fucking thing off” you had managed a few extra hours of rest before he’d accompanied you back to your place to retrieve clothing for the day; you were too worried the rogue snake would literally pop out at you to go alone. He had successfully found someone to come out and locate the snake and remove it, with the downside being that they couldn’t come until early Monday morning. It was no use claiming you’d get a hotel room, Jake had happily insisted you just stay with him until then and had fed you so fat with a delicious breakfast that it made it hard to leave to take care of the errands you had pushed to the side until the weekend. You’d never be able to refuse staying if he kept that up. You managed to force yourself to leave his house before noon, Jake sliding his spare house key into your hand before you’d made it out the door. A gentle “I have band stuff to do” accompanying it before he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips and let you go on your way. 

You spent as much time away from the house as you possibly could, bounding into book stores and clothing shops just to browse as you wasted time in an effort to not be at his place alone. Only when it had grown late, the summer sun blisteringly close to the horizon as it pinked your cheeks and shoulders beneath the sundress you wore did you decide it was A) time to retreat indoors to the dark cool interior of Jakes home and B) time to find food as you’d not eaten since he’d insisted on making you breakfast. So back home you drove, stopping at a Vegan place to pick up a quick green chile burrito and eating it as you finished the drive. You’d considered getting Jake something, but was he even home? And then, what food did he even like? 

He wasn’t home when you arrived. 

You spent most of the evening into the night alone, reading and catching up on social media. Around ten you made your way up to his bedroom, going to the bathroom first to brush your teeth. 

You heard the door slam, your mouth full of toothpaste. 

Heavy footfall up the stairs. 

Frustrated sighs. 

And then Jake passing into his bedroom, removing his Chelsea boots close to the closet before dropping down onto the end of the bed. 

Spitting and rinsing, you made quick work of gathering your toiletries back up into their rightful bag before quietly padding into the bedroom. You stopped just before where he sat, dressed differently than he had been when you’d left that morning. A black suit and either a black vest or button up underneath it. Black reading glasses tucked into the pocket of his jacket. 

“Hi,” you offered shyly, watching as he shrugged his jacket off and laid it to the side where he sat. 

Oh. It was a vest he wore, buttoned only once and revealing his chest and soft stomach. 

“Hello,” he finally offered, voice raspy and low. He had definitely been drinking. 

“How was your day?” You stepped further into the space he occupied. 

“Spent it recording, fucked up the bridge on my best guitar,” his eyes traveled up from your legs to your face slowly, taking you all in. 

“Can you fix it?” 

He reached out then, hands resting on your outter thighs as he pulled you in closer so you were standing between his legs. 

“Yeah, just gotta go to Gibson tomorrow and grab a new one.” 

“That’s good, right?” 

“She’s just old so I worry about her,” he nodded then, his large palms sliding up your thighs and under your dress. You could tell he was frustrated still at the damage done to his guitar.  “How was your day? You look a little sunburnt.” 

He wasn’t wrong, your cheeks stung a little from the way the sun had reddened them. The tip of your nose, too. 

“It was alright, yeah. Did a lot of walking and window shopping.” Jake hummed in response, his thumbs hooking into the the fabric of your underwear on both of your hips as he began to pull them down slowly. 

“Your nose is burnt,” he added quietly, moving the fabric of your underwear down far enough that he could let it go and they’d fall to the floor. When he did, the lacy fabric pooling at your ankles, you stepped out of them as he gripped your leg at the knee and bent it up toward him. 

“I can tell,” you replied just as quietly, kneeing up onto the bed with one leg and then the other as he guided you. Straddling his lap now, Jake leaned up and kissed the tip of your nose gently before resting back onto his elbows. 

“Did you have dinner?” He bucked his hips up slightly, just enough to press himself against you and grind lightly before returning back to his previous position. 

“Y-yeah,” your voice faltered, causing you to clear your throat as you nodded. “Yes. I stopped at Graze.”

“Suppose it’s silly of me to assume you hadn’t, it’s after ten.” Again, he pressed up into you causing the breath to hitch in your throat. 

“Did you eat?” You were trying to distract yourself, desperate to grind down against him and feel the rich material of his slacks. Desperate to feel the length of his cock, undoubtedly hardening beneath the very same material. 

“A burger,” he offered, one hand coming to rest against your hip and holding you tightly as he bucked back up into you. He allowed himself to grind a little, but held you still so you couldn’t chase the sensation of him. Dammit. You could feel yourself growing aroused, your center pooling with desire as you fought in vain against the grasp he had on you. 

“Th-that it?” 

“Yeah, figured I’d get my fill of sustenance when I got home.” This man. You wriggled your hips, intent to create friction where he had decided to stop offering it but Jake had other plans, sitting up some as both of his hands now grasped at your hips. “Looks like you’re still hungry too, hm pretty baby?” 

“Jake,” you whined, your hands messing with the button on his slacks until it popped open. 

“Are you not?” Was this a game to him? Jesus you felt dizzy with how much you needed him to stop teasing you. 

“Yes,” you hushed, your delicate fingers working the zipper of his pants open next. 

“Take what you like then,” he smirked, inhaling sharply through his nose when you dipped your hand into his briefs and pulled his cock out. It was hard alright, that damn barbell gleaming in the light and taunting you. You needed to feel him. “What’re you gonna do?” He was curious now, releasing his grip on you and leaning back onto his elbows once more. You intended to tease him, make him feel the same way he had been making you feel. Your hands slid up onto his stomach, pushing under the material of his vest as you slowly began to grind back and forth against his length. But teasing him turned into pleasing you when the barbell he had pierced through the ridge of his head caught against your clit, the cold metal sending a chill up your spine as you gasped loudly. Back and forth you moved, working yourself into a frenzy as his breathing slowly became labored. 

“J-Jake, god.” 

“Never been called that before,” he mused, moving one hand out and resting it against your thigh as he held his weight on the opposite arm. “You okay baby? Sound like you’re…on edge.” He bucked his hips up slightly as you moved against him, his hand fisting at his length and guiding himself to nudge against your entrance.

“Jake,” again you whined his name out, pushing back against him as the thick head of his cock pushed into you. 

“What can I help you with, Bunny?” His voice shook slightly as the sensation of your tight cunt squeezed his cock the further in he pressed, but you weren’t about to call attention to that least he decide to torture you for it. 

“Fuck. Just do what you’re doing,” you insisted, fucking yourself onto him with quick, sharp thrusts of your hips. The feeling of his thick, hard length stretching you drove you crazy, wild with a pulsing desire for more as you fucked yourself and he laid back simply enjoying it. 

“Mm just like this, Bunny? Just lay here and watch you make a mess all over my cock?”

This motherfucker. Well, yes that’s what you wanted him to do actually. 

“Ooh, fuck me,” he let out, his voice low enough that you weren’t sure if he had been speaking to you or to himself. “Look at you, fucking me so good.” 

“Fuck. You,” you whined, ready to call him Mr. Kiszka again but before you could, you felt yourself crumbling into the dark abyss of pleasure. Your body quaked as you gasped for air, gasped his name, begged for more with your head dropped back as you came hard on his cock. His hands shot out to hold your hips, pulling himself up into more of a sitting position as you fucked yourself through it and his arms slid around you as he pressed your chest to his. 

“That’s it. I got you,” he groaned, his lips finding yours after in a heated kiss. You could feel his cock pulsing against your walls, shaky breaths being taken in as he let you ride the wave of pleasure until you’d calmed enough to open your eyes to him again. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, thrusting his hips up until he was buried to the hilt. He held himself there for a moment before pulling out completely, fisting his cock again and holding it like that for a moment as he laid back. Releasing himself, his hard cock springing back against his stomach, he smirked deviously. 

Fuck. You felt like you were in for it now. Whatever he was thinking, you weren’t sure you were ready for it. 

“Look at this mess you made,” he gestured toward himself, coated in your slick, and his slacks which were just as much a mess. “Gonna clean it up for me?” Of course you would. Eagerly, you moved back and off his lap and dipped down, running your tongue against his stomach and then down further to his cock. You lapped at the length of his shaft before doing the same to the head, wrapping your lips tightly around him and sinking down as far as you could take him in. You felt him place his large palm against the back of your head, holding you there without actually doing so as he bucked his hips up and slipped further into your throat. You fell into a pace as you bobbed up and down, every second time you’d come down he’d buck his hips up so the head of his cock would slip further into your throat until he’d fucked himself so far down that you felt your throat constrict around him and cause you to gag. 

“So, so close Bunny…baby…fuck me. Fuck. Please.” Who was begging now. You kept up the pace, your hand fisting at him and trailing your mouth with each movement until you felt his warm release spurt into your mouth. Greedily, you swallowed every last drop, continuing to bob up and down and milk his heavy cock for all it was worth until he moaned so low and loud you thought maybe something was wrong. Letting his length slip from your mouth, you straightened and looked at him, finding him laid back with his eyes closed, face covered in a thin sheen of sweat with the most beautiful, serene look about him. 

“Holy shit,” he chuckled, making grabby hands at you until you joined him on the bed. “That was fucking unreal.” 

May 12, 2024

North Charleston, SC

Jake

Fuck it, you thought, sprawled out on top of the king size bed of your hotel room. The fabric beneath you wasn’t as soft as you preferred, faux satin that felt itchy and a little stiff if you had to say. Your phone in one hand, dick in the other as your thumb hovered between tabs in your browsers private option. Porn hub. You porn. You couldn’t decide which would be tonight’s entertainment, considering they’d both stopped providing you with any real entertainment months ago. 

Months past when, to your own demise, you’d rented part of your home out to the sexiest female you’d laid eyes on in…well…a while. Your thoughts had been plagued with the image of her that it had conjured up, dressed as she was the first day you’d met when she’d come to view your guest house. Even then, dressed casually with her long hair flowing down her back, you’d managed to develop some semblance of a crush on her. Without second thought you abandoned the debauchery, sliding your apps up and closed until only Instagram remained. 

Casual. You had tried to be so casually informal with her, so cool about the way you felt that she wouldn’t catch on. You were pretty damn sure that had worked, considering the only time she really reached out to you at all was when she’d needed help changing a bulb in the light fixture of the ceiling fan. But you’d still managed to accidentally find her Instagram. Now, you weren’t about to admit to using her photos to get your rocks off. You’d never done that before. But you’d definitely committed to memory the way she looked in a lot of them, and absolutely used that as material for your daydreams and fantasies. 

Quickly, you navigated to the familiar page, one you hadn’t followed but had still taken a peek at a time or two. Two new photos met you from her most recent trip to what appeared to be Florida. Bikini. Bikini. Fuck, you’d never seen her that scantily clad. Your dick twitched in your hand, a harsh reminder that you were alone in this damn hotel room and hadn’t gotten laid since before you’d even met her. Like every other time you found yourself in this predicament, alone and with the overwhelming urge for release, you teased your fingertips along your shaft and around the head of your cock. Your right hand clutched your phone tightly, though you’d swiped out of Instagram quickly after moving your attention to how needy you felt. 

What if you…no, you couldn’t. Send her a nude? Would she even want that? You took a moment to consider it, teasing your fingertips around your cock again, your thumb flicking the barbell you’d had pierced through the ridge of the head. A shiver trilled up your spine, you were still a little sensitive from that decision. And then you were palming yourself again, holding your phone with the camera app open as you framed the photo just right, watching your own hand through the phone cup your length and stroke it eagerly. Again, your thumb hovered over the screen before making the quick decision to enable the Live Photo function. And then you took a series of three photos, your left hand busy squeezing and stroking your dick as you muttered out a husky ‘fuck’. The piercing definitely gave things a new feeling. Between that, the excitement you felt watching yourself through a camera, and the excitement the idea of sending her a dick pic elicited, you were already throbbing and near release. 

Three seconds, the amount of time it took you to open a new message thread and type her name in until her contact came up. Five more seconds, enough time to pick out one of the Live Photos and send it without thought to the consequence and then you dropped your phone to your chest, your left hand picking up speed with how vigorously it jacked you off until you spilled over your hand with a loud groan. The come down was different than the build up, because now you were left with the realization you’d just cold cocked-essentially- your tenant. Oops. 

Y/N emphasized a photo…the time stamp next to the notification read two minutes ago. 

So she had seen it. 

Oh well, the thought of her seeing your dick in all its glory turned you on. 

Hell, it had just gotten you off. 

Distractedly, you cleaned yourself up as your mind wandered to what her reaction to it may have been. Did she like what she saw? And did she find herself thinking of you, her landlord, as much as you thought of her? Once you were sufficiently cleaned up and settled back into the pillows, you chose to simply break the proverbial ice on that by messaging her to say it was, simply, the wrong number that you’d messaged. When her only response was to ask if you wanted her to pretend she had never seen the photo, you grew distraught. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have done that. 

Only if you didn’t like what you saw ;) you eventually texted back, your cockiness-pun intended-dancing with your sense of humility. Best to play it confident than apologize profusely. And again, her only response was to heart react to your message. 

What the fuck did that mean? 

June 10, 2024

Nashville, TN

Her

He was a ten, by all accounts. Every inch of him perfect from what you had seen. 

The way he carried himself. 

The way he dressed. 

The smirk he wore more times than not when speaking to you.

Other things. 

Every muscle in your body tense while in his proximity. You shouldn’t be having these feelings about your landlord. And yet, you couldn’t help it. From the day you’d met him when you’d viewed the in-law suite unit that he had chosen to rent out, you’d had these thoughts. You barely knew the man, learning over time that he was a musician. A good one if the mournful wails of the guitar that seeped out of his home and into yours on occasion was any indication. Your interactions, sadly, had been few and far between. He was off on business for work most times, and when he wasn’t you’d found yourself almost too shy to approach him without need. Until he had “accidentally” sent you a nude photo, you weren’t fully convinced it had been much of an accident. You’d been haunted with the imagine of him stroking himself since. And the way he had groaned out the word fuck? The mere thought got you hot and bothered. 

He had always been approachable, but you felt silly doing so casually. Even moreso now, when all you could think about was the fact you knew your landlord had a dick piercing. And dammit if you hadn’t been daydreaming about that piercing far too many times to act as if you didn’t want to know how it felt. Somehow, since returning home from what you figured was some type of tour, you had only seen Jacob in passing a handful of times. Thinking maybe he was avoiding you, you’d done your best to simply be elusive. But when the heavy thud of his front door slamming echoed out and permeated the otherwise silence of your home, you wondered what he was up to. 

Without giving it much consideration, and with the knowledge that the overhead light in the ceiling fan had gone out the day prior, you retreated from the space you’d called home for the last six months. Walking on bare feet, you took the stone path from your front door to his back door as quick as possible. The heat of a Nashville summer prickling and pinking your skin instantly. Thankful that you had the mind to be hanging around the house in short athletic shorts and a tank top, you wiped the beads of sweat from your forehead that had already accumulated and then knocked firmly against Jacob’s door. It only took a few moments for him to answer, pulling the door open gently as he greeted you. 

“Hey, y/n, what’s up?” Jake rasped, his eyes falling over you as they scanned down your body and then back up, meeting your stare with a hooded gaze. 

“Hi, um…the main light in the ceiling fan went out, again.” You stressed the again, remembering how a month into moving in it had gone out and you’d resorted to asking him for help changing it. Not that you couldn’t yourself, the ceilings were high, sure, but a ladder would solve that issue. It was simply that the sight of his muscular arms flexing and unflexing as he changed the bulb was too tempting to pass up. “Could you possibly help me change it?” 

Okay, maybe you were playing into his obvious desire to be the hero, something you had caught onto pretty quickly. He either liked you enough to refuse telling you no. Or. He enjoyed being the hero and saving the day. Either way, looking up at him as innocently as possible, you were hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell you no this time either. 

“Didn’t I show you how to do that before?” His lips pursed out though the corners of his mouth curled up in almost a smirk as he interrogated you, one hand still on the door handle. 

“Well, yes but…the ladder is so tall and I’m so short and you know…I get scared of heights.” Lies. All lies. You gave him your best doe eyes as you continued. “Please, Mr. Kiszka?” 

“Lead the way,” he relented, gesturing a hand toward your place as he stepped out into the heat and pulled his door shut. Following behind you, you could feel his eyes on you the entire way as you led him into your place. 

“I have an extra bulb under the sink, I think.” You spoke as you made your way over to the sink and bent over to rummage around in the cabinet below it. Jake watched you silently, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt sleeves and rolling them up as he did. 

“Let me grab the ladder,” he insisted, disappearing out your front door for only a moment before he was hauling a ladder in and opening it up directly under the light fixture. Approaching, you held the bulb out to him as you batted your long lashes. 

“Oh ho, no,” Jacob chuckled, his hand raising as he pushed the bulb back toward you. “You’ll do it this time so I know that you can do it.” He smirked after, the little shit had caught you red handed feigning incapability just to watch him do it. 

“But…the heights, Mr. Kiszka.” You flashed him doe eyes again, pouting your lips the slightest bit. 

“Mr. Kiszka is my father,” he corrected, nodding his head toward the ladder after. “You can call me sir if you want to play this game.” 

Oh. 

“Sir,” you all but whispered, stepping toward the ladder as he flashed you a devious grin. “But it’s so hi-.”

“I’ll walk you through it,” he interrupted, eyebrows jumping as he studied you. As if he were daring you to tell him no. You couldn’t, wouldn’t even if you could. How did he already know that? “Up the ladder, Bunny.” 

So up the ladder you climbed, acutely aware that the hem of your shorts barely skimmed the tops of your thighs. Below you, Jake held the legs of the ladder still as he watched you climb to the top in order to reach. 

“Okay, now just reach up into the sconce and unscrew the blown bulb,” Jake spoke slow and clear as if he were instructing a child, an edge to his voice that sounded like he was doing his best to hold back a bit of laughter. 

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, rolling your eyes as you reached up and removed the bad light bulb. Glancing down as you handed the bad bulb over, you caught his eyes lingering on your ass before flicking up to you. Jacob’s cheeks warmed to a delicious shade of pink, his stare however remaining just as cool and collected as it always had. 

“Good girl,” he praised, his fingertips brushing yours as he took the bulb from you. “Now just repeat that but backwards. You want it to feel real tight, that’s how you know it’s in properly.” 

Clearing your throat, you stretched back up to the light fixture and put the bulb in, turning it until it wouldn’t any longer before glancing back down at him. Again, you caught his gaze lingering on your ass before cutting up to you. 

“That wasn’t as hard as it looks, was it?” His voice was quieter as he spoke, watching as you climbed down off of the ladder, your ass rubbing against his front as you stepped down off the last step. Well, the job hadn’t been hard sure. But, he definitely was. Now all you could think about was how hard he had been in that photo.

“I dunno, felt…pretty hard to me,” you commented, your back to him still as his hands fell to your hips and held you in place. 

“Are you implying something, bunny?” His words came on a raspy tone, low and smoky as his lips sat against your right ear. 

“No, sir,” you conceded, Jake bringing his left hand up to capture a rogue lock of hair and tuck it back behind your ear. His fingers danced along the skin of your neck after, down and against your collar bone as he sighed quietly. 

“You learn quick,” he praised, sliding his palm flat against your skin and up enough to wrap around your throat. “I know you liked that photo I sent…” He gave a gentle squeeze, eliciting a soft whimper from you before allowing his hand to fall away and back to your hip. With a quick motion, Jake spun you to face him as his eyes found yours. 

“Sir,” again, you whispered as you stared up at him. The way his cheeks and neck flushed crimson, the heat of the blush creeping over his chest, drove you mad. Without warning, his lips crashed against yours hungrily. Your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, his hands grasping at the tops of the back of your thighs and kneading into the muscle just below your ass cheeks. His tongue darted out and licked at your lips, begging for entrance as you allowed your lips to part. His velveteen tongue rolled against yours sloppily, wet and warm and offering you exactly what you wanted from him. More. You eagerly kissed him with fervor, welcoming the way his large hands grasped and gripped at you until he was lifting you up and off your feet. Instinctively, your legs came up and wrapped around his hips as he walked you both blindly toward the French doors that led to your bedroom. 

“Fuck, you taste like this is a bad decision,” Jake sighed against your mouth, one hand feeling around for the handle on one of the doors. You felt your back press against it, your lips reconnecting with his as he pushed the door open and carried you through it to your bed. He deposited you hastily to the bed top, kneeing up onto it and leaning over you. 

“Don’t like bad decisions?” Your question was followed by a subtle biting of your lower lip, your eyelids hooded and lust heavy as you gazed up at him. 

“They’re my favorite, actually,” he conceded quietly, connecting his lips to yours again as he lowered his weight over you and pressed his hips into yours. You could feel his thick hardon pressing against your thigh, your legs wrapping around his hips again as the two of you made out noisily. Moaning into one another’s mouths, one of Jake's hands gripping tightly at your ass as he pressed himself against you. Your hands playing at the buttons on his shirt, opening them up slowly as his mouth found its way in a wet trail of kisses over your jaw and onto your neck. He sucked gently just beneath your ear, spoiling your favorite spot. How had he known? 

“Oh god,” you whimpered, finally getting his shirt unbuttoned and sliding your hands beneath the fabric against his heated skin. The tanned skin stretched over his abdomen and chest was soft and supple, chill bumps raising in the wake of the skin on skin contact and trilling after your light touch. You could feel his hard ab muscles under the soft skin, flexing and rolling as he moved against you. Jake bit at the tender skin on your neck, soothing the hurt with his tongue after as he sucked gently. Instinctively, one of your hands moved around and tangled in his long locks, tugging firmly as he nipped at the same spot again. 

“Do that again,” he demanded against your throat when you gave his hair another firm tug, rolling his hips down to meet yours and grinding himself against you. In addition to his demand, he nipped at your neck again and tugged gently at the skin between his teeth. So at his request, you gave his hair a good tug as you bucked your hips up into his. Jake groaned, kissing a trail back up to your jaw and then to your lips. He sucked your lower lip in between his,releasing it with an audible ‘pop’. “Do you know how long I’ve wondered what these lips felt like?”

You could’ve guessed, considering he had now all but admitted that photo wasn’t meant for another number. But how could you tell him you’d been thinking about how his lips would feel since the very moment you first laid eyes on him? Easy, kiss him again. You pressed your mouth to his greedily, your lips moving in time with his as he moved one hand to your waist and slid it slowly underneath your tank top. His large hand palmed at your breast, the pad of his thumb ghosting over your nipple as the two of you made out. You could feel yourself growing increasingly aroused, Jakes thigh settled between your legs and pressing against you. You swiveled your hips, grinding against him for friction. Relief. Your entire body aflame for him and his for you. Your hands found their way from his hair and his chest, toying with the buckle of his belt with the intent to open it. To unfashion his jeans and touch him. Have him. 

“Eager Bunny,” he cooed into your mouth, gnashing his teeth against yours after in another kiss that was all tongue. His hands eagerly worked your tank top up, stopping just below your breasts as he pulled back to study your face in question. Do you want this? It felt like he was trying to convey, and dear good did you. 

“Keep going,” you urged him, your words cutting off as he covered your mouth with his again. You could feel him smiling into the kiss, your hands succeeding in opening his belt buckle, nimble fingers moving to open the button and zipper as quickly as you could. 

More. More. More. 

You were just splaying the sides of his jeans open, the buckle of his belt gliding against your stomach as you maneuvered it around, when his phone rang out-interrupting the moment. 

“Fuck,” he whined, pulling away and sitting up on his knees as he dug his phone from his pocket. “My fucking manager, I’m sorry.” He apologized as he answered the phone, standing simultaneously from the bed. 

“Aaron, yeah. No, I remember. Meeting. Three p.m.,” he rolled his eyes, giving you an apologetic look just before his face fell. “No, I just lost track of time. I’ll fucking be there soon, I’m always late any-,” he was cut off again, and a quick glance to your alarm clock would tell you you knew why. Meeting at three. Current time: 3:45. He wasn’t just late. He was very late, and depending on how far he needed to travel…damn, this was your fault. After a few mumbled words, Jake hung up and pocketed his phone. 

“I have to go,” he groaned, closing his jeans up and fixing the belt back together. Moving to working the buttons of his shirt closed, he fastened two-maybe three-before tucking half the hem into his jeans. “I’m sorry,” he offered, approaching where you now sat on the edge of your bed and leaning in. Gently, much slower than before, he kissed your lips-nudging his nose against yours after. “Text me later. Love to make sure that…light…works for you.” He offered a smirk after before leaving with a quickness, a sense of urgency in his footfall as you listened to him leave your place. 

Now what? Would you see him again, like this? Would he even want to? 

A brush of his knuckles here, a caress of his fingertips against your cheek there. His hand idling up your arm lightly. He was torturing you. Every touch offered met with your eagerness and longing for more. For longer. 

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. 

He made you feel so fucking foolish without even trying to do so, leaving you consistently satisfied with his touch and starved for more simultaneously. Each request for you to pour a drink or bring in a new bottle of bourbon, light a cigar or whatever he pleased of you in the moment had been offered on a softened tongue. In a tone so gentle you caught Vance side eyeing him with a smirk on his face more than once. Mostly, Jake had doted over you silently. His hands praised you without really touching you while his eyes touched everything in the room but you. This dance of longing you had been doing with his teasing as your partner had driven you mad, absolutely anxious with the need to have him alone. Or to run screaming away from him. Or to simply finish the conversation Sam had interrupted, wishing you could hear the apology you felt had been coming when the tall brunette had entered the building. Perhaps Sam had been a saving grace, maybe Jake wouldn’t have apologized at all and you’d have been left in a sorrier state than prior. The unknown of the matter at hand had your mind spiraling into what-ifs. 

“Bambi,” Jacob snapped his fingers in front of your face, causing you to flinch slightly as the ring he wore glinted in the light. 

“Y-yes, sir? Sorry.” How long had he been talking, saying your name? You hoped not long, wanting to appear attentive to his needs at least even when you clearly had zoned out and gotten lost in your thoughts. 

“The ice bucket, it needs refilled. If you could do so, quickly, I’d so appreciate that.” With a nod, your cheeks flushing deep red as you climbed to your feet, you hurried from the room after snatching the bucket. You scrambled through the club on wobbly, sore legs, before presenting the bucket to Sam as he finished off preparing a martini for someone. 

“Hey Bambi…he sent you for ice?” His eyes flitted to the bucket and back to your face, indicating that he was a little surprised over the fact. 

“Yeah,” you hushed, wanting to shrug but instead just staring blankly at him. You had to admit, it was odd. Generally, once you were in the poker room you didn’t see the rest of the club until the end of your shift. 

“Making up for his wrongs while still committing them,” Sam chuckled as he pulled the bucket toward his side of the bar and began scooping ice into it. 

“What’s that mean?” You drummed your fingers along the bar top, an eyebrow raised at the taller and younger Kiszka as you waited for his response. 

“It doesn’t mean anything, Bambi. Here,” he pushed the ice bucket back over to you with a tight smile. Lingering, you studied his face for a bit longer before taking the bucket and returning back to the poker room 

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“Y/n,” you heard Jake call out to you as you walked past the bar, turning to see him standing behind the bar leaning against the counter top. Where was Sam? 

“Yeah?” You asked cautiously, one hand holding the handle to your bag as it sat over your shoulder. 

“Vance left a tip for you,” he pressed his fingertips against an envelope on the bar top and pushed it across the expanse of the counter toward you. 

“A tip? For what?” You were curious, knowing it were Jake that had put you in that room and he had been the one you’d been beside all evening. Vance tipping you made little sense, all things considered. 

“Well…” his voice trailed off as he brought his hand up, stroking his fingers over his chin and pursing his lips. “He wants to ensure that you are just as present tomorrow, in the poker room…as attentive as you’ve been.” Attentive? Surely not to Vance, right? Considering the last two shifts had been spent at Jacobs side. Grabbing the envelope, you pulled it to you and used two fingers to open the top of it. Inside sat at least seven one hundred dollar bills. You felt your face flush, taking the time to shove the envelope into your bag before returning your attention back to Jake. 

“Odd of him to simply assume a tip would dictate whether or not I was in the poker room tomorrow, when you’re in control of that…” 

“You’re right, I am in control of that.” He was so matter of fact, so sure of himself suddenly where as two days ago he had been a mess. This was the Jake you’d fallen for. While, yes, his softer side endeared you when you were alone it had always been his dominant nature that drew you to the man. 

“Does that mean you’ll be expecting me in the poker room again tomorrow then?” Please say no. Your legs were tired and sore from kneeling on your knees all night, your resolve weakening the longer he kept you there. 

“That’s exactly where you’ll be, little deer,” he couldn’t help the smirk that curled the corners of his mouth. Couldn’t help the flame in his eyes as he stood before you, amused that he would once again be dictating exactly how your night would go. And with who, because of course. 

“Am I being punished for something, or do you just enjoy having me on my knees?” Your arms crossed over your chest, your shoulders sore from being in relatively the same position for hours. 

“You still got that handprint on your ass?” Jake’s words bit back at you, revealing the source of your true punishment. 

“Yeah, you wanna see it?” You could hear Jake huff, disguising it with a low chuckle. 

“You’ll be in the poker room until it’s gone.” He simply shrugged then, offering a grin as he came around the bar and stopped in front of you. “And you’ll do it with a smile, isn’t that right Bambi?” 

“Yes. Sir.,” you gritted out, your fist tightening into a ball at your side. 

“Good girl,” Jake rasped, grabbing your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “Now go rest these pretty little bones of yours.” He moved in closer, his lips so close you could almost taste the bourbon in his breath. “And Bambi?”

“Huh?” You squeaked, your lips pouting out the longer he stood there refusing to touch your mouth with his. Just a little touch, that’s all you wanted. 

“Don’t think about how good it would feel to kiss me…” his words trailed off, a huff of air puffing out of him as his lips ghosted over yours. All too quickly, he had pulled away and began down the hall toward his office. 

Fuck. Well now you were thinking about how it would’ve felt to kiss him, his plush wet lips warming yours on contact. The way they’d move against yours, parting just enough to let his velveteen tongue lick across your lips. If one thing were for sure, you’d be going home alone and incredibly unsatisfied. With a huff, you continued out of the club and to your car to make the trek home. 

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By the time you crawled into bed, it was after 3am. A hot shower had loosened your tense muscles and eased the pain in your lower back from sitting still on your knees most of the night, but it had done nothing for the ache you felt deep in the core of your entire being. The emptiness you felt as you laid alone turned the dim room even darker, and you thought at first it was simply due to spending so many nights prior with Josh. But why had it been his twin swimming through the sea of thoughts you’d plunged into? There was no denying your body could easily be found aflame for Jake, the proximity he had kept to you throughout the night making your desire for him palpable, obvious, tangible. Easing your troubled thoughts took some doing, though, and the more you tried to relax the harder it got to forget the way his breath had felt so close to your lips again. And the easier it got to imagine the way he felt over you, his chest pressed to yours as his mouth traveled the planes of your shoulders and chest. The man plagued your every thought, burning filament rooted so deeply in your being he could likely turn you into a marionette doll with the simple twist of his wrist. It was as your hand slid its way down your body, slow and gentle with the intent to satisfy or sedate the ache you felt when your phone rang. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled, jumping at the loud wail of the guitar on the song you’d set as your notification tone. With a huff, you threw the blanket from over you and reached out for your phone. It took all of a few seconds for your hand to land over the glowing device, bringing it up to stare at the screen closely. 

Sir Kiszka scrolled across the screen, his display photo being nothing more than a photo of him sitting with his hand on his thigh that you’d cropped to show just that. New necklace you had joked when you did it, rolling your eyes now at the sentiment. Jacob’s chokehold was suffocating at times. 

“Hello?” You huffed into the phone once you’d accepted the call and hit the ‘speaker’ option. 

“Why are you awake, Bambi?” The smokiness to his voice called to you, quieting the annoyance you’d bitten out upon greeting. 

“Because you called…” a lie, though a small one. Maybe if he believed he’d woken you up, he’d be quicker with the reveal of his reason for calling. 

“I don’t think that’s quite the truth,” he chuckled darkly, inhaling after as he took a hit off of what you suspected was a cigar. “Why’re you awake, Bambi?” His voice was lower as he repeated his question, seducing you further into complacency. 

“Can’t quiet my mind,” you relented, turning to your side and curling your knees up. 

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? The way my lips feel against yours, warm and wet. They fit like a glove, don’t they Bambi?” 

A whimper fell from your lips as you listened, always with rapt attention for the man and the words he spoke. 

“Jacob…”

“It’s sir, remember? I’m nothing more than your boss, little deer.” His tone fell somewhere between amused and hurt, betrayal his least favorite emotion to show and yet you’d seen it written all over his face upon realization that you’d spent time with his twin. 

“Jacob,” you urged, wondering if he’d forgiven you for saying such harsh things to him. He couldn’t blame you, for the things you had said in done as a means of coping through the pain he had caused. Could he? 

Would he? 

“Tell me what’s on your mind, doe.” 

“I know Green didn’t leave me that tip.” Where had that even come from? Green and the money he had “left” you had been the furthest from your mind before Jacobs call came through, your mind and body intent on release as you recalled the way his hands and mouth had worked you over on your last night together. 

“Statement or accusation, then?” Another sharp, long inhale on whatever he was smoking. You could hear him exhale before the distinct sound of ice clinking together as he sucked a drink of whiskey from a glass. 

“Both?”

“And, if I left it for you?”

“Why?” You furrowed your brows, shifting back to your back and staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom. 

“You’ve been a good girl, Bambi. No hesitation to behave in the poker room, I know you hate it.” The smugness in his voice drove you insane, another glimpse of that man who scared the hell out of you and excited you coming through. 

“Then why punish me while rewarding me?” The question huffed out of you, bratty and annoyed. 

“The punishment brings just as much pleasure as the reward, does it not? Ah yeah, I forgot you seem to enjoy it more than the reward.” Jacob’s words were clipped, likely the image of Josh’s hand print splayed out on your very ass cheek conjuring up the attitude that seeped through into his thick rasp. 

“You’ve punished me plenty of times for various reasons that make no sense, without tipping me for my time Jacob.”

“Fine,” he sighed heavily, his glass clinking as he laid it to rest on the table. “I didn’t know how else to say I was s-.”

“Bribing me into forgiveness doesn’t work, and you know that.” 

“Sorry it was such a long night.” He finished after you did, his words growing quieter as you both sat eating up the silence over the line. 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah…”

“Sorry.” 

Silence. This wasn’t going how you had imagined when you answered his call. Somewhere in the haziness of your mind you had envisioned him smooth talking his way into your bed, or coaxing your hand between your thighs. 

“You never really answered my question, not really. Why are you awake?”

“I told you, I couldn’t quiet my mind. Why are you calling your employees at three in the morning?” 

“Because you’re more than an employee, Bambi. And you know that. I couldn’t sleep, you were on my mind. Took a chance that maybe you were experiencing the same.” 

“Well, no, I couldn’t sleep so I suppose you’re right Jacob.” 

“And your mind, Bambi? Is it loud with all the thoughts of me?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, but he had shown his hand when he admitted you were on his mind. You thought better of doing the same, as if maybe keeping him guessing for longer would change the way you felt now. He should have to work for forgiveness, right? 

And yet you knew, you’d already begun to soften. 

“Yeah,” you relented, the word whining out of you. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Jacob begged, exhaling slowly. It was like you were there with him, the visceral reaction your body had to the sound of him blowing out puffs of smoke. You’d swear you could see them before your eyes even then. 

“You were different tonight.” 

“Different how?”

“Just, like you were when I first started at Sémillante, Jake. You commanded respect, intimidated a little.”

“Was I mean?”

“No…”

“Scary, then?”

“Scary isn’t the appropriate word,” you sighed then, scrubbing a hand down your face. 

“Do you like to be intimidated by me, Bambi?” Amusement laced his words, like he enjoyed the thought. 

“I like when you are you, Jacob. When you are in control, commanding, confident…”

“You prefer that over romantic and sweet?”

“You’ve shown you can be those things together. I prefer them over the lost little boy you’ve been acting like.” 

“So if you like when I’m in control, does that mean you like to listen to me?” 

“No,” you were quick to disagree, realizing only after how silly you sounded rushing the word out. 

“Don’t lie,” he all but giggled. “You preen under my very praise little girl, tell the truth.”

“I do not,” you should’ve been stomping your feet with how bratty you sounded suddenly. 

“Liars get punished Bambi baby, do you wanna try again?” 

“No. I said what I said.” As if that were final, the proverbial arms crossing over the chest attitude continued. Jacob chuckled darkly again, breathing into the phone but giving a soft sigh. 

“Okay. You can have your punishment now or you can have it tomorrow before your shift.” 

“Oh whatever, how on earth could you ever punish me over the phone?”

“Quit talking and listen,” he demanded then, his voice harder than it had been. A serious and sinister tone to his demand. 

“Yes sir,” you squeaked softly. 

“Have I told you how very much I enjoy hearing you whimper and whine?” He gave you room to respond but in your silence, he only laughed darkly again. “You may answer, little deer.” 

“No, you haven’t.” 

“I quite like it, ah yeah, the way your voice shakes out of you when you’re whimpering my name. The way you whine for me to stop but give you more.” He sipped from his glass again, ice clinking and clanking before continuing. “The way you get so winded as you take me.” 

Involuntarily, you did the very thing he spoke of. A whimper falling from your lips as you listened to him. 

“Atta girl. You see, you perform under my praise so well don’t you?” 

“Yes sir,” fuck. You knew this game. You knew exactly what he was doing. And so did he. 

“I’d reward you for being so good, you know. Worship your body with my mouth and hands.” Another whimper, gasping out of you without warning. “Would you like that, Bambi?”

Of. Course. You. Would. 

“Yessir.” There was no sense in lying to him when you both knew where the truth fell. 

“Pretend your hand is mine babe, touch yourself for me and let me know how good it feels.” 

“Jacob.”

“What’s wrong, Bambi? Don’t wanna admit you still touch yourself to the thought of me?” 

“I-,” you began, hearing another long drag being pulled in from whatever he were smoking. 

“You…are gonna touch yourself and tell me how good it feels.” You could hear him grin, your right hand ghosting down the center of your torso and your fingertips pushing their way under the lace fabric of your panties. You pushed your middle finger through your folds, locating your clit with ease and stroking over it. “Use your words sweetheart.”

Instead of speaking, you let out a gentle breath as you moved your finger lower to tease your entrance, a whine falling from your lips as you did. 

“Words, Bambi.” 

“I hate this,” you said breathlessly, whining again. “It feels so good but I miss your hands, your mouth.” You were wailing now, your words pouring out of you without hesitancy. No filter could have kept those words from being said. 

“Let me fix this,” Jake pled, his breathing heavier than it had been. “Let me come over.”

“Okay,” you agreed, your middle finger finding purchase rolling in tight circles against your clit again. 

“Don’t finish. Don’t…just don’t do anything, gimme five.” And then the line went dead, Jacob likely already rushing about to find his way to you. 

Minutes passed and true to his word, Jacob was at your door in five. Possibly six if you really wanted to be technical, but as he rang the door bell you contemplated making him wait. Perhaps for all night. But you couldn’t, texting him to let him know your spare key was hidden away in the underside of the solar lamp you kept to the left of your door. He was walking through your bedroom door moments later, pulling his black blazer off and tossing it to the side as he did. It landed in a heap near your closet door, his boots following shortly behind. And you simply laid there, strewn out across your bed in the silken cami you often wore to sleep in, underwear soaked from his previous teasing. Stood before you, the pair of you watched one another for a beat before he crawled onto the bed and over you. 

“Tell me what you want,” he requested, his voice smoky and low as he ran a finger down the length of your neck and over your shoulder. 

“You know what I want,” you relented, too hypnotized by his caramel eyes to form appropriate thoughts as your hands idly reached up and toyed with the collar on either side of his black button up. 

“You want me to ease the ache between these pretty legs of yours baby? Make up for all my wrongs with my mouth alone?” His eyebrows perked as he spoke, eyes dancing between yours as he pressed his hips down against your own. 

“Jacob.” 

“Y/n? You had so much to say over the phone, cat got your tongue now?” 

“No, I just-it just…” before you could finish he had abandoned the task at hand, leaning in and kissing you so deeply you felt his very essence at the core of your being. Right where he belonged, rooted and flowing through every piece of your DNA. Your arms snaked up around his neck, keeping him close as he licked into your mouth. Jacob pressed a hand against your hip, curling it around and grasping onto you tightly as his mouth and body both moved against your own. The electric shiver of his touch alone had you sparking and coming alive, your cheeks swimming in the crimson blush that crept down your neck and over your chest. Jakes plush lips traveled from your mouth to your neck, wet open mouthed kisses pressing against your skin ever few inches as he sucked and nipped. Involuntarily, as your body tended to always react to his touch in the neediest of manners, you bucked your hips up against his. 

“Tell me what to do, Bambi,” he spoke against your skin, his teeth nipping at the muscle at the junction of your neck and shoulder shortly after. Sucking gingerly, he soothed his tongue over the spot before moving on. “Tell me you still want me.” Begging, pleadingly his tone had softened with his last request. 

“Jacob.” He pulled back then, eyes studying yours as his hand came up to caress your cheek. The cold metal of the ring he wore sent a shiver through you on contact, a stark difference to the heat of his palm. Slowly, his palm ghost down your jaw and neck, pressing flat to your sternum and moving slowly down the valley between your breasts, the silky material of your cami cloaking his touch from your skin. God, how you ached for his hands to be everywhere, anywhere. “Please just touch me?” 

With a barely noticeable nod, Jacob obliged your request as he stopped at the hem of the cami. Grasping the delicate fabric in his finger tips, he gently pushed it up over your breasts before miming his previous actions with his palm now pressed to your bare skin. His eyes danced between staring into yours and studying your lips as his hand moved lower, lower, lower until his fingers hit around the waistband of your panties and then dipped beneath the lace material. Your stomach flexed and jumped at his touch, leaving you aflame for him. 

“Is this where you want me?” He rasped, his fingertips inching closer and closer until they were petting lightly over your slit. 

“Please,” whispered out of you, your head nodding eagerly. With that, Jake pushed his middle digit through your folds slowly until he connected with your clit. Circling against it slowly, his tongue parted his lips and lapped against them as he watched you react to his touch. 

“You’re getting all worked up, Bambi,” he noted, eyes lingering over your neck and chest before flitting back up to your face. You could feel your skin flush and heat, the crimson red creeping over the expanse of your cheeks and onto your neck. 

“Jacob…sir,” you gulped, a shaky breath escaping between your parted lips as he watched your reaction. 

“Just Jake tonight?” His eyes softened at his request and you couldn’t help but nod eagerly. Whatever he wanted you would give him in that moment, realizing that even the feeling of him being in your proximity far succeeded the way you felt with Josh. You’d be fooling yourself and everyone around you to pretend that Jacob didn’t still light you aflame, to pretend you didn’t still love him deeply  whatever that looked like in the future, you weren’t sure. But with him there in your room, the spice of his cologne filling your senses, you knew you were fucked for him in every way possible. 

“Jake,” you repeated softly, your eyelids fluttering as he worked you over with his fingers. He gave a moment to watch you come undone under his touch before making quick work of pulling your panties down over your hips and thighs, eventually pulling the material off of you completely and discarding it to the side. 

“I’ve missed your taste,” he sighed, moving until he could lean in with ease and press a kiss to your mound. With his lips against your skin, you raked your fingers back through his hair until you reached the crown of his head. Grasping tightly, you tugged firmly until he blinked up at you. 

“This isn’t about you, tonight,” you warned, realizing that while he acted like he was the one in control it had been you all along. Through his lashes, his warm eyes shone brightly at your realization as he gave a gentle nod, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. Jacobs hands found purchase on your thighs, his arms having snaked around them and pulled them open until he was satisfied with the space he had made for himself. With a shaky breath in, he gave a final glance up to you watching down at him before connecting his mouth with your waiting cunt. His warm, velvety tongue pulled slowly from your entrance to your clit, circling the sensitive nub slow and deliberate as you let out a gasp followed by a moan. 

“Did you miss me, baby? Miss my mouths work?” He questioned, his lips moving against you with each word. 

“Jacob,” you warned again, rolling your hips in search of his touch. Taking the hint, he chuckled darkly before beginning his sacred ritual of giving you head. His tongue flicked and circled your clit until your legs trembled before traveling down to tease at your entrance. Lapping against and around you, he allowed you time to settle just enough before focusing on your clit again. 

“Jake. Fuck, Jake,” you whined, his fingers digging into the supple skin of your thighs. “Please, please, please,” you begged. “More.” 

Again, he worked you into a frenzy until your legs trembled against his face before pulling away. “You’re so wet baby, you want me to make you cum, Bambi?” 

“Please,” panted out of you as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking generously as he flicked his tongue back and forth. At the same time, he brought two fingers to your entrance, teasing them around you before pushing them into you slowly. Curling his fingers, he applied gentle pressure as you felt yourself grow more aroused. The wet, squelching sounds mixed with him lapping and slurping, groaning against your pussy as he again worked you into a frenzy of moans. 

“Jake please, baby. Baby please,” you begged, aware that was exactly what he wanted to hear. “Feels so good, don’t stop please.” Stopping wasn’t in his plans, as he sucked and nipped at the over sensitive bundle he had been spoiling, his fingers pumping in and out of you vigorously until your toes curled, his name leaving your lips in a mantra type chant as you squeezed your legs against his head and rode at the intensity of the orgasm, your slick covering his hand and mouth and dripping down his chin. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, sitting up on his knees and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips and chin glistened in the light, a smirk playing on his pretty lips as he leaned over you. Jacob studied you for a moment, his eyes piercing into yours before they fell shut as he leaned in and kissed you passionately. With the taste of your arousal on his tongue, you allowed him to lick into your mouth and explore the depths there within for several minutes before he pulled away. Back up on his knees, Jake sat back on his heels and began working his belt open. You watched for a beat, your eyes flitting up to catch his stare as the clanging of the metal of his buckle filled the room. 

“Can we,” you began, reaching out and covering his hand with yours. “Not tonight.”

Jake’s hands stopped as he held eye contact for a moment, nodding slowly as he did. “Not forgiven me yet, Bambi?” 

“I don’t know,” you conceded, one shoulder shrugging. As you dropped your hand from over his, your fingertips grazed over his hard length confined behind his zipper. Thick and pulsing with desire for you. 

“Can I make you cum again then?” He perked an eyebrow in question, leaving his belt to hang open as he waited for your answer. Jake licked his lips slow and deliberate as you agreed with a gentle nod. Your permission was all he needed, quickly finding himself lying between your legs with his face buried between your thighs, devouring you in ways he had never. Again, he brought you to orgasm as you cried out for him, your hand buried within his hair and tugging gingerly. And then, once you had caught your breath and calmed, he laid alongside you. He made slow, gentle work of bringing you to a final orgasm with his hand alone, kissing you slow and deep as his fingers curled inside of you with his thumb pressed against your clit. 

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Jakes POV 

Three. Three times you had brought her to orgasm, the final time being the sweetest for you. Moaning into your mouth as your tongue rolled against hers, her arousal dripping into your palm as she came. Her body had been covered in chill bumps after, nipples peaked and pebbled and still she had refused your pleasure. And you understood, willing to give her time as long as she was letting you in somehow. The kisses you had shared were more precious than pirates treasure, more desired than the very orgasms you had coaxed out of her. There you still felt the love she had given to you, hidden beneath her desire to remain hardened and appear unaffected. Yet you’d seen it there, in the sleepy gaze of her hooded eyes just before you made your leave. That all encompassing way her stare caught you, as if you hung the moon yourself and were responsible for the way it shone each night. She simply needed time. The one thing you had but hated giving, because why couldn’t you have exactly what you wanted, when you wanted it? But she had caught on to the fact she was in charge, it was her forgiveness you craved and were willing to work for. And she knew it. 

And now, you knew she knew. 

So you’d left hard and untouched, aching behind the expensive fabric of your slacks as you shifted uncomfortably in the driver's seat of your vehicle the entire way home. All you could imagine was the way her pretty lips would feel kissing along your shaft, the way she would softly moan as you used her mouth and praised her for being so good for you. You couldn’t get home fast enough. Once you had, you’d immediately found yourself in front of the mirror in your bedroom, belt and pants undone and splayed open with your dick in hand. 

“Fuck, y/n,” you whimpered as you stroked yourself, rounding your palm over the tip of your cock as you watched yourself in the mirror. You weren’t seeing you though, simply imagining her there and the way it would feel to have her finally touching you again. On her knees before you, her wide eyes innocently watching up at you as she pleasured you. It was all you could see as you watched your hand stroke your cock quicker, squeezing more firmly, panting her name out. 

“Cmon. Cmon baby, right there just like that, that’s my girl.” You imagined saying to her, gritting it out to yourself as your dick pulsed in your palm until you were spilling over your hand and moaning her name, staring down at yourself as you came rather than watching in the mirror. Fuck. How many times would you end your day this way? Imagining her there with you. Being reminded of how she was all you wanted, and how you had blown that for Tiffany. 

You were a damn fool. 

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Her POV 

“I told you, another fucking shot Sam.” You heard Jake's voice before you saw him as you rounded the hall into the main area of the club. The night had not gone as he had planned. 

It had started with Vance Green showing up with a gentleman who, according to all of your coworkers, was better looking than Jake himself. Sam happily obliged in accommodating the new addition to the usual group of men who occupied the poker room. What happened after, though, simply would be good for no one. 

Jacob had again requested your presence in the room, and despite growing tired of doing nothing but obeying all night, you readily knelt at his side like a fucking dog waiting for a bone. You hadn’t stopped thinking about him since he had left your house the night prior. Since you had refused to reciprocate any of the pleasure he was showering you with. 

Vance had joked that he should share your services, that it wasn’t fair the owner got to indulge in such an obedient little deer night after night. It had been in jest, but Jacob hadn’t taken it as such. Instead grumbling about how he wasn’t indulging in anything, and that he wasn’t someone who liked to share. 

Vance’s new acquaintance joked that he was being selfish with your services. The other men agreed, laughing as they did so. You’d made the mistake of snickering quietly, not because you wanted to be next to anyone else. Simply because Jacob was acting a little bratty and possessive over you. You didn’t think he would notice, and yet he seemed so in tune with your every move and sound that he had. Glaring down at you, his nose wrinkling as he snarled slightly before demanding you be at the very beck and call of the new guy in the room. That seemed to be the turn in the evening, as you’d watched Jacob from across the table there after. 

Whiskey after whiskey had been drained, his throat bobbing with each chug and his eyes growing ever more glassy than they had been. Vance’s new friend, whose name you never caught, doted upon you all evening. The drunker Jake got, the more this guy seemed to pay attention to only you. Praising you, tucking hundreds into the straps of your top and caressing your face. 

“Your talents would be better served in one of the bedrooms of my vacation home in Greece.” He had found at least seven different opportunities and ways to say the same thing. You were flattered, of course. Your coworkers were right in saying he was incredibly good looking, but he couldn’t ever hold a candle to Jake. Not in your eyes. And sure he was wealthy, he’d managed to tip you over fifteen hundred dollars for doing barely a thing. It didn’t take long for Jake to storm out of the poker room when Mister I have a vacation home in Greece made you giggle. You were only being polite, honest. If he had known your mind had been on him all night perhaps things might have gone differently. But they hadn’t, and he had disappeared before the end of your shift even arrived. When you’d finally left the poker room to clock out, you’d taken your time in changing and removing your makeup. Lingering as long as you could in hopes that Jake would appear and beg for your forgiveness. You knew if he had, you’d have granted it right then. You’d already done so, hadn’t you? Even if you enjoyed pretending you didn’t. 

“Man, I don’t know what happened in that room but you have had enough,” Sam refused, busying himself with wiping down bottles to ensure they weren’t dusty or covered in obvious finger prints. 

“I’ll get it myself if you don’t serve it,” Jake seethed, his hands pressed firmly to the top of the bar as if he were about to push himself off of his stool to stand. 

“Step foot behind my bar, and we will have an issue,” the taller Kiszka chuckled darkly, his voice carrying an annoyance you’d not heard him adopt with his older brother before. 

“Jake,” you offered, making your presence known as you stepped up beside him. His head turned, eyes traveling up you slowly until they reached yours. 

“Whiskey, whiskey,” he sighed drunkenly, turning his body slightly to better look at you. He rested his elbow on the bar, his chin in his hand as his fingertips drummed along his skin. “I could get drunk off lookin’ atchu alone,” he slurred, one side of his mouth curling into a smirk. “You like that don’t ya? How irresistible men find you, Bambi.” 

“No, not really.”

“Right. Is your new friend waiting for you?” His inquiry came on a bitter tongue, narrowing eyes that revealed even if he had been several drinks deep, he wasn’t as drunk as you’d imagined. He could hold his own when it came to drinking, that much you knew. 

“I don’t have a new friend, Jake,” you sighed tiredly. “And I don’t want a new friend. I’m tired of this game.” 

“Tired of everything aren’t you little girl? Tired of me. Tired of the poker room. What else can I add to the list?” 

“Jake,” Sam warned, placing a bottle of Tequila on the shelf behind the bar. 

“It’s fine, Sam,” you insisted, reaching out and taking Jake’s free hand into yours. “And no, Jake. I’m simply tired of this game we are playing with one another. I’m tired of pretending I’m not completely fucked for you when no matter what I do I find myself right back in this place, standing in front of you begging you to love me properly.” 

“I tried,” he rasped. “I fucked up. And I can’t even try again unless you forgive me. And you won’t.” 

“I won’t?”

“You haven’t.” 

“So ask me again. Ask me to forgive you again.” 

“You just want me to grovel,” Jake shrugged. 

“No, I want to hear you say you want me to forgive you so you can take me home, Jacob. I want to hear you tell me you fucked up and that it won’t happen again. That you’re more than my boss and that you’re just as tired of this fucking game as I am. That’s what I want.” 

The pair of you stared at one another for a beat before you gave his hand a gentle tug, hoping he would take the hint. To your pleasant surprise he did, standing from the stool and silently leading you down the hall and to his office. 

“Put the bag down,” he instructed firmly once the two of you were inside his office, all traces of him being drunk suddenly stowed away as his cool, calm and collected exterior slid out to play. He pushed the door shut as you did as you were told, placing the bag you carried to and from work down next to his desk. 

“This doesn’t look like…home.” Your tone was dripping with amusement and sarcasm, wondering why he had brought you back here at all. 

“I won’t grovel. I won’t beg,” he began, walking slowly toward you as he spoke. “I won’t ask again after this for your forgiveness, because if you don’t give it to me tonight you won’t ever give it to me.”

“Okay,” you encouraged, dropping down onto the edge of his desk and watching up at him. 

“Okay. Do you forgive me, Bambi?” He stopped just before you, his hands coming to rest atop the desk on either side of you. As he leant in some, the tip of his nose nudging against yours, he exhaled slowly. A combination of whiskey and tequila danced on his tongue. 

“Do you want me to forgive you?”

“I want you to forgive me, yes. And I want you to want to forgive me.” 

“Why do you want me to forgive you?” His, even you were annoyed with yourself, internally screaming to just tell him you forgave him already. 

“Because I fucked up. And I know that, and I won’t let it happen again. Because, Bambi, I am so deeply in love with you that night after night I try to escape the way I feel and I can’t. It always leads back to you and I, I need you to forgive me so I can spend the rest of my life showing you how much I actually love you.” He spoke slow and gentle, determination in his unwavering voice as his lips ghosted over yours with each word. 

“Okay,” you whispered. 

“Okay?”

“I forgive yo-,” Jake gave you no time to finish, his lips pressing hastily to yours as his hands moved in and pulled you up and against him. He pulled you away from his desk after that, backing toward the couch as your hands fumbled around for his belt. You had ached for him since he had left your house the night before, wishing you’d not been so stubborn in seeing only your pleasure played out. Breaking away from the kiss, you managed to get his belt buckle undone before dropping to your knees in front of him. “Bambi, you don’t have to-.”

“Shh. I want to. Need to taste you. Missed you so much,” you rushed out, opening the button on his pants and then rolling the zipper down slowly. Once the sides of his slacks were splayed open, you pulled the waistband of his boxers down enough to free his length, half hard as it were. Jake took over pushing his pants and boxers down as you palmed at his length, stroking your hand over it as he hardened further beneath your touch. 

“Missed the way your touch feels, y/n,” he secreted, stepping out of his shoes and the articles of clothing at the same time before pushing them away with his foot. 

“Yeah? Wanna show me?” You wrapped your hand around his shaft then, leaning in and pressing sloppy wet kisses to the tip of his cock, running your tongue against the frenulum as you looked up at him through your lashes.  

“Fuck,” he groaned, mouth dropping open as he watched you wrap your lips around the head and feed his length into your mouth. “Hold on,” he pulled away from you, leaving you pouting up at him. With a chuckle, he offered you his hand and helped you stand. “Don’t pout at me like that baby, I promise you’ll get your fill.” With that, he led you to the leather sofa and guided you to sit. 

“The sofa?” You questioned, remembering all of the times he had had you in that very place, alight for him and only him. 

“Just for your comfort,” he insisted, bringing his foot up to rest on the arm of the couch. “Now, C’mere and put those pretty little lips back on me.” His hand found its way to the back of your head as you happily took hold of his cock and wrapped your lips back around it. You began bobbing up and down slowly, watching through your lashes as his eyes took in your every move, every expression. Jake’s plush lips were hung open, his eyebrows furrowed together as began breathing heavier with each slow, deliberate pull in of his length. Taking him all in was a feat in and of itself, his thick length pulsing against your flattened tongue as the pillowy tip of his leaking cock nudged at the back of your throat with each forward thrust of his hips. 

“Oooh baby,” he sighed, the tone of his voice sounding soft and dreamy. “Oh my little deer, my sweet dream come true. Taking all of me in huh? Who knew such a sweet mouth could do such filthy things.” 

With a whine, you took him in as far as you could, gagging around him. That was all the encouragement he needed, grasping at your head with both hands as he began fucking into your mouth with sharp, rapid thrusts of his hips. Your hands came up to rest against his forearms, fingers curling around them as he used your mouth for his own pleasure, his head dropping back and his eyelids fluttering shut. 

“Fuck. Fuck baby. Fuck. Oh god, that’s it, that’s my girl. Letting me fuck this pretty mouth of yours. Cmon. Cmon, cmon, please, please, please,” he chanted quietly, pulsing and throbbing in your mouth until he groaned loudly, his head still hanging back. His hot release spilled down your throat as you did your best to swallow every last bit, only letting go of his arms when you gagged violently, your throat constricting around him as his thrusts slowed and then stilled. You let his length slip out of your mouth, your eyes pooling with tears from gagging so forcefully as you stared up at him. 

“Can I take you home and bury myself in you for the rest of the night?” 

With a nod, you wiped underneath your eyes-thankful that you’d done a bang up job of removing all of your makeup for once because otherwise the proof would be smeared down your face at this point. “I’ll drive though. You’ve been drinking.” 

“Okay,” he agreed, redressing just as quickly as he had undressed. It wasn’t long before he’d picked his keys up from his desk and your bag from the floor, leading you out the back exit to his jeep where it was parked. It took even less time once the two of you had gotten in, you behind the steering wheel, for him to decide he couldn’t wait the amount of time it would take to get to either your home or his. Instead, convincing you into the back seat where he diligently stripped you of every article of clothing, insisting he needed to see your body fully so he could best worship what was again his. 

You had no choice but to oblige, really. As if you wouldn’t, he had been right all along when he’d insisted you preened under his praise. This was no different, perched on his lap with your legs straddling him and your alabaster skin glowing in the light of the moon leaking in through the windows. Sweet words of encouragement beautifully rasped in his silken tone as his cock stretched and filling you completely. 

“Oh, Jacob,” you whined, rocking your hips backward and forward, backward and forward. One strong hand cupping the back of your neck as the other grabbed and kneaded at your ass, his mouth making a point of touching every part of you it could reach in the given position. “Fuck me harder,” you moaned, your hands grasping onto his shoulders. 

“Need to move positions for that lover,” he insisted, holding you still as he glanced around. “Here,” he guided you off of him and onto the seat of the jeep. Facing the door, you put one knee up on the seat as your opposite foot rested on the floorboard. Ass up and for the taking. Jake mirrored your position behind you, his large hands grabbing your hips and pulling you back to him as he nudged back into your entrance. One, two, three slow, deep strokes he gave you as he watched his cock disappear deep inside you each time. 

“Fuck, Bambi…missed this pretty pussy, tight little thing isn’t it?” You whined at his words, hearing him spit onto his cock before pushing harshly into you to the hilt. One hand snaked up from your hip to your neck, and then around to your throat as he fell into a fast pace of long stroke short stroke, sharp thrusts of his hips as the tip of his dick nudged your cervix. 

“Oh fuck, Jake,” you moaned, feeling his hand gently squeeze around your throat and then release. “More. Harder. Fuck, please,” you begged him, the delicious sting of him stretching you and using you for his pleasure pushing you closer to yours. 

“Fuck, please,” he mocked you, his hand finding its way from your throat up to your hair, gathering it all in his palm and grasping tightly before twisting his wrist until he had a tight grip on what was in his hand. With sharp thrust after sharp thrust, he pounded into your needy cunt as you cried out for him, for more, for release. With each moan or whine he would mock you further, giving you the shortest moment of reprieve as he slowed long enough to spit on your ass, the hand grasping at your hip sliding back until his finger tips ran through the saliva he’d spit on you, running his thumb slowly around your asshole before fucking it into you. 

“Oh my god,” you gasped, your head hanging. 

“Oh my god!” He mocked you again, tugging your head up and back so he could better see your face. “Cum for me pretty girl. Cum on my cock and tell me you’re mine.” 

“Yours,” you choked out as he fucked into you as deep as he could, your walls fluttering and clenching around his thick cock. “Yours, yours, yours,” you were cumming by the end of it, your eyes rolled back as you cried out for him. He followed behind shortly there after, grunting out your name as he spilled into your cunt and then continued to fuck it back into you as it began to spill out. 

“My god,” he moaned. “All mine, Bambi. Say it again.”

“All yours, Jake. All yours.” 

“Tell me you still love me.” 

“I love you, Jake. Fuck I love you so much.” He collapsed on your back then, panting in your ear as he placed sweet kisses where ever his mouth could land. 

“I love you, Bambi.” 

fin.