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LBaL!Curtis!!!

So wrapped up in the story that you don't notice the shadow until the step creaks. You look over, expecting Greg, but not so disappointed not to. Your brother never arrives with good news or a good mood.

You sit up as Curtis rests his foot on the edge of the top step. He's tall but not lanky. The bristle of his shaven head matches the stubble across his jaw and cheeks. His blue grey eyes are icy despite the temperature.

"Haven't seen Greg today," you close up the book, ready to flee inside for something cool to drink. And away from Curtis. He's never been mean but you know who he is.

"Sounds like a good day," he drawls as he steps onto the porch. At his full height, he gives you second thoughts of standing. "How are you doing? He's not causing you guff?"

You shake your head and run your thumb along the book cover. Your nerves spin as his gaze is bolder than the noon sun. You fidget.

He walks along the railing and turns to lean on it. He crosses his arms and tilts his head. It feels like an interrogation.

"You're quiet." He comments.

You shrug and look down guiltily. It's not just with him but you can't find the voice to say so.

"It's fine. I'm quiet too. I say what needs to be said."

He drops his arms and pushes off the wood. He turns and sits next to you on the bench swing, anchoring it as he plants his feet. He looks too big for it.

"I don't like rambling, so I'd like you to be honest."

You blink. Your heart leaps into your throat. What's going on? He usually goes away when your brother isn't around.

"Do I scare you?" He asks.

You stare at him. The heat makes time slow down and you drop your gaze to your lap. You trace the title of your book with your fingertip. Your temples are throbbing.

He reaches over and puts his hand around yours. His touch is searing. He wiggles the book free and looks it over. He flips it and reads the synopsis.

"Interesting," he holds it out. "Why are you afraid?"

You take the book and squeeze until it bends. You swing your feet, toes dragging on the porch.

"You're dangerous," you croak.

He's quiet as he measures your answer. You must spund awfully stupid. He sits back and stretches his arm across the back of the bench.

"Only if you ask nicely," he says.

You don't know what he means. His touch frightens you. He tickles your bare arm.

"Sit back."

You obey. Your head rests on his arm. He sighs.

"I can be dangerous. I'm glad you realize that," he swings the bench as you sit rigid next to him. "Which means you'll tell me the truth."

"The truth?" You murmur.

"Uh huh. You're going to tell me where your brother put my money."

"Money?" You look at him. "I don't know anything about any money."

"I'm sure, sweetheart." He exhales again. He stares put at the yellow sky. "You gonna make me ask again?"

"I swear--"

He catches your by your jaw and pushes you back into the bench. You sputter and he leans in, pressing his nose to your cheek.

"I'm not leaving here without what I'm owed. So tell me where the fucking money is." He snarls. "If he spent it, say so."

You squirm and he squeezes harder.

"Please, I really don't know," you eke out.

His hand slips to your throat. You squeal. His thumb pushes behind your jaw as he drags his lips up your cheek and hovers before your ear.

"He takes something of mine, I take something too."

He's so quick, you can't think. He stands and the swing hits the house. He wrenches you from the seat and hauls you off your feet. Your book slaps onto the floor as he hangs you over his shoulder. You can smell his leather vest and sweat.

“She’s inexperienced and soft,” Steve gritted, his eyes flashing at the wild card of their group. “She agreed to this arrangement because I told her we would be good to her and keep her safe—“

“You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep,” Robert smirked. 

“Oh, I’ll keep it.” Steve leaned forward, his eyes narrowing at Robert. “If I even get a hint that any of you hurt her or scared her, you’re done. Understood?”

The others nodded and murmured their agreement, everyone except Robert who just raised a brow at Steve in challenge. 

Steve stared back at him. “You’re not getting in this lineup until you agree, Pronge, and if you don’t wanna play nice, you don’t get to play at all, simple as that.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, understood, sir,” he sassed, waving a hand at Steve. “Just do your stupid little game thing and tell us the schedule.”

The room was silent for a long, tense beat, and then Steve stirred the folds of paper within the mug with his finger before pulling out the first one and opening it up. 

“Night two goes to Curtis.”

Curtis looked as pleased as he was willing to look in front of the others, subtly nodding at Steve in acknowledgement. 

Steve unfolded the second slip of paper and read the name aloud, “Next up is Lloyd.”  

“Lucky number three,” Lloyd purred. “Like the number of sweet little holes she has for me to ruin.” He grunted as Curtis slammed his elbow into his side. “Jesus, calm down, dick.”

“Jake’s fourth,” Steve read the next random pick, lips quirking at Jake’s big grin and quiet, “yay.”

“Guess we’re saving the best for last then, huh?” Robert jeered.

“If you say so,” Steve snorted, sinking back against his chair. “So, that’s the rotation. You fuck up, and you’re out. She’ll have two free days and nights to herself each week, and what she does with them or who she chooses to spend them with, if anyone, is up to her.”

“You think we can sweet talk her into some bonus time?” Lloyd’s grin was wolfish. “I can be really nice if that’s the case.”

Steve rolled his eyes, shrugging. “Like I said, how she spends her free time around her occupied nights with us is fair game and her decision.” 

“What about protection?” Curtis murmured. 

“She confirmed she’s on birth control, and if you’re clean and she’s okay with going without,” Steve shrugged. “Go for it.”

Lloyd’s wolfish grin returned. “Nothing like watching your load leak out of a well-fucked cunt.”

He quickly dodged away from Curtis’ elbow, sneering at the other man. 

Steve sighed, tapping his fingers on the table top, brows furrowing as he looked again to each man one by one. “She comes from a background of physical abuse by her father and brother, so I mean it with no violence or extreme rough play. We’ve been given a gift here, gentlemen, let’s cherish it.”

“Christ, you’re such a fucking sap,” Robert scoffed, rising from his chair. He stretched, cracking his neck and grinning at the dirty look Steve was shooting him. “If we’re done here, I’m gonna go stretch my legs.”

Steve waved him away, his eyes steely as he watched the other man’s retreat, then his gaze flickered to Curtis. “We need to keep an eye on him, I don’t trust him with her at all.”

Curtis nodded, “We’ll keep him in line.” He watched Steve for a beat, waiting for the others to vacate the room before his lips curled, just a little. “You’re already smitten with her, huh?”

Steve glared at him, then he thought of you and couldn’t suppress a smile as he glanced away, shrugging. “Can you blame me?”

“Not one bit,” Curtis chuckled, rising to his feet. “Enjoy your evening, number one,” he winked before sauntering from the room. 

You rifled through your duffle bag, grimacing at all of your plain, boring clothes and sleepwear. 

You didn’t really have anything sexy or even cute to wear for your first night with Steve, your first night…entertaining his team of big, scary mercenaries.

You still couldn’t believe that you agreed to his proposal, and so quickly, but also, there was a part of you–a part that grew a little bigger with each passing moment–that relished in the idea of being wanted, and by so many.

There was another part of you that was terrified of being alone, of being thrust out into the “real world” with no home, nowhere to go, and no one but yourself.

Besides, Steve promised you could withdraw your yes any time you wanted, that you were in control here, and you trusted him. You hardly knew him, but you knew he was trustworthy. It came off of him in waves, and you witnessed his earnestness each and every time your eyes met his.

Realizing that you were staring off into space with a dumb smile on your face as you thought of Steve, you blinked back to the present moment, scrambling to pull something worthy of your first night with him from your bag.

Sighing in defeat, you settled on the soft and cozy cream-colored pajama button up with little pink roses on it. At least it was kind of cute, and you had a pair of pink panties that would almost match. You could just leave a few buttons undone on the shirt to try to look a little sexy.

Even if you weren’t very sexy, at all.

“Oh god,” you whined to yourself, feeling your face warm. 

You were so out of your depth here.

Jolting as your phone alarm began to chime, warning you that you had a few minutes until your “date” with Steve was to begin, you scrambled to get dressed, hanging the damp towel from your recent shower on the bathroom door before darting toward the bed.

You reclined atop the neatly made surface, trying to find a position that was alluring and felt natural, but really, you just felt like a complete and total idiot.

So when Steve gently knocked on your door and peeked his head inside, smiling softly, it was to find you seated in the center of the bed, criss-cross applesauce, and frowning.

Steve’s smile dimmed as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He was dressed in red and blue flannel pajama pants and a white t-shirt, all those big muscles of his barely contained by either, and you instantly felt your body start to thrum with…something.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Steve asked as he moved closer. He sat on the edge of the bed, gently taking one of your trembling hands and caressing over your knuckles with his thumb. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, really, I mean it.”

“No, it’s not that,” you quavered, clearing your throat to try to suppress the way your voice shook. Peeking up at Steve from beneath your lashes, you admitted, “I just, kind of feel ridiculous. I’m not a seductress, Steve. I really don’t understand why you’re interested in me, why any of you are.”

Your eyes fell away from his and fixed on the way his big hand was so, so gently touching your own. Everything about him was big and lethal, and yet, he seemed like the softest teddy bear each time he interacted with you.

“Hey.” Steve waited until you were meeting his gaze again. “You’re beautiful.” When you started to shake your head, his voice grew a little more firm. “You are.” He cracked a smile when your eyes went big at his authoritative tone. “Sorry, it’s the former captain in me.”

Your giggle was nervous as some of the tension eased from your shoulders. “You were a captain?”

“In the army,” he confirmed, gently turning your hand over and stroking along your palm with his thumb. “I don’t want you to be a seductress,” he murmured. 

His touch trailed higher, until he was gripping your arm and tugging you against him without warning. His eyes twinkled at your quiet, “oof” as you fell against his chest, your hands unintentionally groping along his firm muscles as you scrambled for purchase.

“I just want you to be you. So stop putting so much pressure on yourself to be something or someone you’re not, and just be you, okay?”

A lump of emotion swelled in your throat, your eyes tingling with the onset of tears that you tried to blink back and keep at bay. “I think I’m so used to trying to be what others want me to be that I’m not really sure who I am.”

Steve’s face softened at your whispered confession, hand raising to gently touch your face. “Well maybe we can discover who you are together.”

“Okay,” you breathed, not resisting as Steve slowly reeled you closer. 

Your breath hitched as the space between you diminished little by little, and just before your lips touched Steve’s, your eyes met his and found so much warm desire awaiting you, that you eagerly closed the rest of the gap between you both and kissed him.

You weren’t sure where your sudden desperation came from. It was almost like a switch had been flipped. It was something about the way Steve looked at you, so soft and wanting, something about his kind words of encouragement, how he made you feel more than you ever thought you were.

It all made you so desperate for his attention, for his touch. So much so that as you frantically kissed him, quiet whines and mewls were falling from your lips, giving voice to your desperation.

“Hey, slow down, sweetheart,” Steve murmured. His smile was kind as he pulled away, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I wanna take my time enjoying you.”

Your chest was heaving as you watched Steve settle against the headboard before motioning you closer. Once you were within his reach, his hands settled on your hips and guided your body until you were straddling his lap and he was smoothing his warm palms up the length of your back. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your cheeks hot with embarrassment. “Was that bad? I don’t really have any experience, so if I’m a terrible kisser or–”

Steve pressed a finger to your lips, instantly silencing your babbling.

“It was amazing,” he promised, trading his finger for his thumb so he could trace along your kiss-swollen lower lip. “But we can take it slow, and if you want to stop, say the word. I want you to feel safe, okay?

You nodded, swallowing nervously as you asked, “If I want to stop, you won’t be mad?”

“No, not at all. You’re allowed to say no, to any of us, at any time. This is about making you feel good, too. In fact, that’s my priority tonight, making you feel good, because that’s what you deserve.”

The burn of oncoming tears was back in an instant, your voice wobbling as you spoke, 

“I’m not used to people being nice to me, let alone wanting to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes twinkled as he touched a finger beneath your chin and tipped your face up. “Well you better get used to it, because there’s nothing I want more than to take care of you.”

“Why?”

Caressing your cheek with his knuckles, Steve spoke softly, “I mentioned before that the lives we live, they’re brutal, full of darkness, full of violence and death.” Something about Steve’s gaze grew more intense as he continued to lightly trace along your skin. “You’re such a breath of fresh air, sweetheart, like a soothing balm. You have this sweet light, and we need more of that in our lives to chase away the darkness. I can only speak for myself of course, but,” his eyes met yours. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you for a long time. You give me hope and remind me of why I do what I do.”  

Your heart ached for Steve, for his whole team. You couldn’t imagine what it was like always living life on the run, never having a home or family to call your own, or any heartfelt connections really. Your whole existence revolving around violence, death, and eliminating bad guys.  

It sounded like such a harsh, unforgiving way to live.

Actually, it didn’t sound much like living at all.

Honestly, that was something you could relate to. In fact, you could relate to a lot when it came to Steve and the others. You didn’t have a happy home or any heartfelt connections either. You had experienced your own share of violence, too.

When you thought about it like that, when you realized how much you actually had in common with Steve and his team, you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you were meant to meet them.

To take care of them.

And for them to take care of you in return.

Something about that, about maybe, finally finding your place, brought you a kind of comfort that you hadn’t felt in a long time, if ever. 

“You deserve to feel good, too,” you whispered to Steve, leaning into his touch. You reached for him, your hands careful as they framed his face, and you really took a moment to drink him in up close and without rush.

His skin was flawless, his hair a blond so dark it almost looked brown. His beard was dark and neatly trimmed, emphasizing the perfect angle of his jaw. Steve’s lips were so plump and kissed with cherry that you felt a small stir of envy deep within you. But his eyes were the feature that always got you. Bright blue and always warm when fixed on you, even when the shadow of sadness shined deep within the depths of his gaze.

“You’re so beautiful,” you told him, your fingers gentle as they traced along his beard. Leaning in, you got a glimpse of that warmth in Steve’s gaze now mixing with something else, something that looked very much like a desperate kind of desire, and then your eyes were fluttering shut as your lips finally met his.

Steve hummed into the kiss, his hands holding you more firmly as he urged your body to sink against his. When his tongue teased along the crease of your mouth, you gasped, and he purred his amusement before cupping your cheek and sweeping his tongue into your mouth to really taste you.

You swear when Steve’s tongue touched yours, you felt actual electricity zip from the base of your spine and all the way up, wracking your body with a shudder that had your fingers curling into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. Moaning at the talent of his mouth, how good he tasted, and the way it made you squirm and ache for more, you twined your arms around Steve’s neck and kissed him back just as fervently. 

By the time Steve shifted you both and pressed you into the mattress beneath him, you were gasping for breath, your head swimming with a pleasant kind of fog.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging on your sleep shirt.

You nodded without hesitation, shivering as Steve patiently worked open the buttons along your front before parting the folds of your shirt and baring most of your body to his hungry gaze. 

“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart,” he praised, resting his big hand on your stomach and slowly moving it higher.

The rough drag of his palm along your bare skin had your pussy fluttering, and you pressed your thighs together as you felt a gush of slick seep into your panties. Your nipples felt rock hard already, and once Steve started to grope your breasts, the ache just intensified.

When his mouth joined the fray, you moaned loudly, your head falling back and your eyes slamming shut as Steve’s mouth closed around one of your nipples and sucked hard. You gasped as his tongue lapped at you, your fingers finding purchase in his hair as you arched your back in silent encouragement.

The fleeting graze of his teeth had you squeaking, and Steve huffed a laugh as he pressed up over you and pulled off his shirt.

It was like your mind instantly short-circuited at the sight of his bare torso, and for a second, you could do nothing more than stare at the landscape of perfection that was his mass of muscles and toned flesh. 

You wheezed a quiet, “Wow,” before your hands were reaching for him without your permission. 

Steve seemed amused by your careful exploration of him, the way the pads of your fingers trailed along his chest, teasing around one nipple before gliding down to travel the dips and divots of his stomach. When you saw the front of his pajama pants twitch the lower your touch went, you froze, your big eyes meeting his as a new kind of heat burned your cheeks. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart, we’re just getting to the good part,” Steve teased.

You giggled, feeling some of the tension between you ease slightly. When Steve shed his pajama pants next, leaving his body completely bare to you, you watched avidly as his hard jutted up against his firm stomach, feeling a pang of unease at the thought of all of that fitting inside of you.

Your trepidation must have been easy to read, because Steve was dipping close to kiss your forehead, murmuring, “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make sure you’re nice and ready for me. Remember, I want you to feel good.”

You nodded, and then shuddered as Steve began to kiss down the curve of your jaw. His lips trailed along the length of your throat next, making a quick stop to mouth along your breasts again before he was kissing a line down your belly. You felt the tension easing from your body, something new and anticipatory taking its place, as he tongued at the skin just above the band of your panties.

Steve surprised you by continuing his descent, and you felt his warm breath through the thin cotton of your underwear before he was gazing up the length of your body until your eyes met his. He licked over your cunt right through your panties, slowly dragging his tongue up and making your clit throb as you whined and writhed beneath him.

“M’gonna take these off too, okay?” Steve’s voice was huskier than before, smoky in a way that had something deep inside of you clenching and another gush of arousal oozing from your pussy as he gripped either side of your panties.

He waited for your nod of permission, grinning at your wide-eyed look and the way you held your breath as he removed your last article of clothing before tossing it aside. 

“Look at this pretty pussy,” Steve rumbled, his dark eyes fixed on your core as he planted a palm on either of your thighs and spread your legs open wide so he could get a better look.

The heat that had once only burned your cheeks now flooded through the rest of you, and you clawed at the bedding beneath you as need and vulnerability went to war within you.

When Steve drew his thumb up the cut of you, and you keened, your body arcing so harshly you nearly vaulted right off of the bed, he chuckled. 

“You’re such a sensitive little sweetheart, huh?” he murmured, teasing along your folds with his fingers and watching as more slick leaked from your weeping, clenching hole.

You moaned when his finger glanced off of your entrance before he was painting up your pussy with your own arousal then rubbing light circles around and around your clit. 

“Steve!” you gasped, clawing at the bedspread as you spread your legs wider and tilted your hips. “Please!”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Dipping low, Steve kissed up your folds, tugging back the hood of your clit before lapping at your sensitive little bundle. He shushed your whining as your hips began to rut, teasing your hole with a finger before slowly easing it inside of you.

The gentle invasion punched all the air from your lungs, and your body went rigid as something inside of you coiled tight and kept on pulling taut. Once Steve’s finger started to move, pressing and dragging along the smooth, hot walls of your cunt, you groaned your delight. 

Reaching down to grip his hair, you held his face to your cunt, crying out when he gave your clit a harsh suck before flicking his tongue back and forth until every single thought in your mind evaporated from existence. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, let go for me,” Steve husked against your cunt before diving back in. A second finger joined the first, and he fucked your pussy harder now, stretching you open and drawing more seep from your drippy hole as he worked you over until you were mindlessly begging to come.

And you did.

Despite the exquisite build up, your orgasm still took you by surprise, the force of it drawing all of your muscles taut for a beat before your body was trembling with pleasure and you were breathlessly keening Steve’s name. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned as he watched you writhe in delight, his fingers still gently working inside you until your pussy finally stopped fluttering and clenching.

As you sank back against the bed, gasping and looking dazed, Steve rose up from between your legs, stretching his big body over yours and dropping his weight against you. His lips found yours and he kissed you with the kind of passion that had your eyes glossy once he pulled away. 

Steve smiled down at you as he lined himself up with your entrance, taking advantage of your boneless, blissed out state to push into you for the very first time, and sliding into you with ease until he was bottoming out and groaning against your lips. 

“Fuck, I knew you’d feel good, but you feel even better than I imagined,” Steve hummed, stealing another kiss from your lips before planting his muscled forearm above your head and touching your warm cheek with his free hand. “You still with me, sweetheart?”

You blinked a few times before your sluggish brain was able to process Steve’s words, your mind as overwhelmed as your body to be so full for the very first time ever. You nodded, reaching up to grip Steve’s shoulders and tugging him flush against you, enjoying the way his massive body blanketed your own and made you feel safe.

“You okay?” he murmured. 

“Yeah,” your voice was faint and wispy as you leaned into Steve’s touch. “I’m good. Really good.”

He smiled. “Happy to hear it.” At last, he gave a gentle rock of his hips, and you gasped, holding him tighter as he asked. “How’s that feel?”

“Good, but not enough,” you answered honestly.

Laughing, Steve shifted, settling more heavily between your legs. His eyes met yours, avid, as he withdrew until just the tip of his cock breached your hole before driving in hard and deep.

“Ohhh my god,” you breathed, your eyes rolling back in your head as Steve started to really fuck you. 

“You’re so tight,” he grunted, settling into a hard, steady pace that had your body jolting and writhing beneath him with every push and pull of his cock. “Fuck, you feel so good. I knew you would.”

You could only moan in response–in ecstasy–as Steve’s pace increased. Soon he was fucking you into the mattress, the headboard thumping against the wall with every surge of his hips, your pussy squelching loudly as your body clung to him and weeped with joy in a creamy deluge.

It was the quiet, primal groans that Steve was panting against the crook of your neck, seeing him so undone and because of you, that had that coil inside of you twining hard and fast. When his hand snuck between your bodies so his fingers could play with your clit, you saw stars, pleasure streaking up your spine and rushing through the rest of you as your orgasm crested.

Steve hissed as your pussy clamped around him, squeezing his cock so hard he could barely move as your body twisted in rapture beneath him. Moaning your name, he drove into you without rhythm now, desperately seeking his own release as his hips snapped against yours. 

“M’close, sweetheart,” he panted against your ear. “Can I cum inside you?”

“Yes,” you whispered, curling your legs around Steve’s hips and keeping him close–inside of you–as he groaned his relief and rode you hard until he was cumming with a quiet snarl.

“Fucccck,” he grunted, shoving into you so deep you squealed. Gripping your shoulders hard to keep your body in place, Steve gave a few more deep, forceful thrusts, his forehead pressed to your shoulder as he lost himself to his pleasure and pumped you full of his cream while he was at it.

Feeling warm and so deeply, deeply sated, you laid beneath Steve feeling like you were in a waking dream. The soft pants of his warm breath against your shoulder had your eyes fluttering, your tired brain and body so close to dozing off entirely, until you felt the soft press of Steve’s lips against your skin.

A second later, his head lifted and he looked at you in concern, his eyes flickering all over your face like he was taking visual inventory of you and your current state. Which he probably was. 

You gave him a sleepy smile, pulling him closer and tipping your face up until you could touch his lips with your own. This kiss was much softer and slower than all the kisses that came before. It was languid and reverent as your mouths worked against each other until you needed to catch your breath all over again.

“Let me clean you up,” Steve hummed, smoothing a hand over your head before carefully pulling out of you and extracting himself from bed. 

You enjoyed both the view as he padded to your connected bathroom naked, and the feel of his cum seeping out of you in the aftermath of your coupling. A moment later, you were blinking up at him like a sleepy kitten once he returned with a washcloth to clean you up and a glass of cold water for you to drink.

For a split second, you worried that Steve would leave now that you had had sex–and your duty, so to speak, was complete–but the fleeting thought was soon replaced by a quiet sense of joy when he slid into bed beside you and gathered you against him.

His smile was soft as you shimmied as close as possible, hugging his chest and nuzzling against his warm skin. 

“Thank you, for making my first time so perfect,” you murmured, your words a little slurred as you struggled to keep your eyes open. 

“Thank you for letting me be your first,” Steve returned.

Your own lips curled when you felt him press a kiss to the crown of the head, and you couldn’t help but reach for his hand, pressing your palms together and getting a glimpse of your joined hands resting against Steve’s stomach before your eyes blinked closed and stayed that way.

As you drifted off to sleep, happy as a clam, Steve slowly inched closer and closer to joining you in the Land of ZzzZzZzz. The peaceful soundtrack of your slow, steady breaths lulled him as he held you just a little bit tighter, his own eyes fluttering shut as he finally succumbed to sleep, feeling content–truly content–for the first time in years.

Crying in the safe house 😭I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please do take a moment to screech with me, I love it so much!! ❤️

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“Sorry!” you squeaked, slapping your hands over your eyes to give your brain a moment to reboot. And your heart a moment to return to its normal rhythm. 

“Don’t be, I’m not,” Steve teased, sending you a wink once you were done hiding and trying not to outright stare at him. “Were you waiting around for me?”

“Yes, actually,” your gaze turned shy now as you fiddled with your fingers, feeling Steve’s eyes on you as he patiently waited for you to broach whatever topic was on your mind. “You know how Jake set aside that money for me?”

“Yeah, you need to access it?”

You nodded, peeking over at Steve. “I’d really like to get some new clothes and essentials. With how quickly everything happened, and just, the craziness of that night, I didn’t do a very good job at packing, and there’s just stuff I need, and want.”

“Hey,” Steve moved across the kitchen, until he was looming over you. His hands felt so big and warm as they cupped your upper arms and gave you a gentle squeeze. “It’s your money, and you don’t need to justify using it. I’ll make sure Jensen sets you up so you have direct access to everything. "I'm sorry I didn’t think of that until now.”

“No, it’s okay! You all have been so generous.” You hesitated, biting your lower lip as your next ask teetered on the tip of your tongue. 

“Go on,” Steve encouraged with a soft smile. “I like when you ask for what you want, when you put yourself first.”

Your belly fluttered before you asked, “Do you think maybe you could take me into town to go shopping for everything I need?”

“Of course. We’ll go today–”

“Well, we don’t have to! I’m sure you’re very busy and–” your words turned into a startled squeak as Steve pressed close and kissed you quiet. 

“I’m never too busy for you,” he murmured, stealing another kiss before pulling away with a grin. “Plus, I think it will be fun–watching you try on a bunch of clothes.” 

Your face warmed as he winked at you, but before you could respond, Lloyd appeared in the doorway, as if summoned by the talk of fashion. 

“Did someone say shopping spree? Count me in,” he declared, dropping his hands to his hips and giving a thrust. 

Steve rolled his eyes as you giggled, and Lloyd shot his superior a glare. 

“You know I have an eye for fashion,” he sniffed. Lloyd’s annoyed gaze shifted to you, and softened. “Come on, pumpkin, you want me to tag along, right? I’m the only one in this house who actually likes to shop. And we’ll get you all dolled up real fast.”

You peeked over at Steve to see if he truly looked put out at the idea of Lloyd joining in on your outing, but he just seemed amused as he met your gaze and gave a small nod. If anything, he liked that you were getting on so well with the team.

“Okay,” you smiled at Lloyd. “It will be fun.”

“You bet your sweet ass it will be fun.”

You were still buzzing from your outing earlier with Steve and Lloyd, your smile so big as you glanced at yourself in the mirror and gave a little spin. Your cute new dress flared out around your thighs, and you laughed, feeling pretty–and much more like yourself than you had in a long time. 

You’d been under your father’s thumb for so long, in every possible way, even when it came to what you wore, that you forgot how freeing–and soothing–it could be to just… be yourself, wear what made you happy and comfortable. 

It seemed such a small, meaningless thing, but you felt so happy in a way you hadn’t in years. 

So you had a little bounce in your step as you made your way to Jake’s bedroom. You were excited to spend some time with him, because out of all of the mercenaries, he seemed the most normal.

Down to earth, sweet, funny. 

Truly, Jake was just the icing on the cake of your already great day. 

You knocked on his door, and barely a second later, it swung open to reveal Jake grinning big and warm, and wearing a t-shirt that looked like a tuxedo. 

“Your shirt is so cute!” you giggled. 

“Thanks!” Jake’s grin widened as he glanced down at himself. “It’s kind of the only way I could get dressed up for you, so much of my stuff is just tac gear or novelty shirts, so…”

“I love it,” you assured him. 

“And you! Wow, you look…wow,” Jake stuttered, his eyes taking their time inching over you as you stood before him, nervously wringing your hands.

“Thank you,” you whispered, biting back a stupid smile as your eyes flickered down to your feet. 

“So, um, come in!” Jake encouraged you as he stepped back and waved you inside his room eagerly. Once you were inside and glancing around curiously, he closed the door behind you both before stepping up beside you, his gaze following to where yours was fixed.

Jake’s room as a whole was tidy, with everything in its place, but it was the small two-seater table across the room that had your eyes lighting up. 

It had been set like at a fancy restaurant; there were lit candles in the center of it, lending ambiance to the room. You weren’t sure what was in the takeout food containers set between the plates and glasses, but whatever it was smelled heavenly and had your stomach growling loud enough to make you cringe in embarrassment. 

“It’s okay,” Jake chuckled, shifting his weight beside you. “I’m starving too. You wanna eat now?”

You glanced over at him, your eyes soft as you nodded, because Jake looked just as nervous–and slightly awkward–as you. As he went to step away, you reached for him, your fingers touching his wrist, and then finding his hand so you could give it a squeeze. 

“Thank you for doing this, Jake, it’s so sweet.”

He blushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, shrugging those big, round shoulders of his as he gave you a small smile. “It’s no big deal.”

“To me, it is. You’ve made me feel special.”

“You are special,” Jake returned, his brows furrowed a little, like he thought this truth was the most obvious thing in the world. 

Belly swooping, you followed Jake over to the dinner setup, giggling as he acted the gentleman and pushed in your chair for you before darting over to take his own seat across from you. 

“I hope you like Thai food? There’s this awesome restaurant a few towns over, so that’s what I got for tonight.”

You nodded eagerly, your tummy rumbling again and making Jake laugh. He was quick to serve the food, until both your plates were full and you both dove into your meals, 

chatting in between bites and learning more about each other. 

Jake told you about his sister and nieces that he missed so much, and how he always used to attend all of their soccer games. In return, you told him about your mother, and how helping her in her garden had always been your favorite way to spend time together. 

“I’m sorry you had to leave it behind,” Jake frowned, pushing his now empty plate away. “I bet that was really hard.”

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, mustering a smile and shrug so you didn’t totally kill the fun vibe that had been brewing between you. 

“Hey, I bet one day, you’ll have a new garden–your own garden–and it will be amazing!” Jake smiled, his eyes bright in a way that made you believe that he really did wish that for you. 

“Yeah, I bet you’re right,” you smiled back at him. 

You took a moment to just really take him in. His fluffy hair and bright blue eyes, his handsome features and ridiculously built body. Jake really was so handsome, but it was the kindness in his eyes that kept drawing you gaze again and again. 

It was so strange, that you had spent so much of your life despised for merely existing, and now, you were becoming surrounded by people who seemed to genuinely care for you, who looked at you like you mattered, like they wanted what was best for you. 

It was Jake’s resulting smile that made you realize you were smiling at him like a dope, and you gave an embarrassed, nervous giggle as you plucked your napkin from your lap and set it down beside your finished meal. 

“You know uh…” Jake hesitated, rubbing his hands along his thighs as he sat back in his seat. He was blushing again–rosier than before–as he continued, “We don’t have to, yanno, if you don’t want to.”

“Oh.” You blinked, straightening in your seat as your fingers fell to twist the hem of your dress. “Do you… not want to?”

“No!!” Jake said it so loudly, you both winced. “Sorry. I uh want to. Like, wow do I want to,” he emphasized, making you giggle. “But also, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything."

Feeling yourself melt at his thoughtfulness, you reached across the table, setting your hand on top of his as you met his gaze and gave him a warm smile. 

“How about we just see where the night takes us? No pressure for either of us.”

“Okay! I’d really like that.”

The two of you moved over to the small loveseat against the far wall, chatting some more. Jake told you how he had joined the team, how he felt like he was making a difference even if most people didn’t know about it, but that he also really missed his family. 

And something about how sad he looked as he muttered that confession had you leaning over and kissing his cheek. 

Jake stilled, turning to look at you with wide eyes, and you found yourself smiling as your gaze flickered to his parted lips, the plumpness of which drew you in closer and closer.

You heard Jake’s breath hitch a second before your lips met his, and then your eyes closed and your pussy fluttered at the guttural groan that rose up at the back of Jake’s throat.  

Something about how careful Jake was with touching you–his hands hesitant to frame your face–and then his thumbs gently gliding back and forth along your cheeks, it made you feel so special, so desirable and wanted. 

It had you clambering into his lap until you were straddling him, and you both pulled away from each other’s mouths long enough to exchange wide-eyed wanting looks before you were sinking into another round of sweet, frantic kisses. 

When you started to rock in his lap, seeking friction, Jake moaned, pulling back and panting as he met your floaty gaze and asked, “You wanna move over to the bed?”

He grinned as you nodded enthusiastically, the two of you nearly tripping over each other in your rush to relocate. You both fell atop the bed together, giggling and breathing heavy as Jake leaned up over you and took a moment to just look at you. 

“God, you’re so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers reaching out to caress along your face. “And so soft. And smell so good.” He ducked lower, tucking his face against the side of your neck and breathing in deep before exhaling a “Hnnngh,” against your skin and making you laugh. 

You continued to giggle as Jake snuffled along your neck, your fingers sinking into his hair, gently stroking the blonde locks as you told him, “You’re very sweet.”

Jake pressed a kiss against the top of your chest before pulling away, his gaze meeting yours–both eager and tentative–as he asked, “Can we take this off?” he tugged at your dress. 

“Of course,” you nodded, the two of you quickly working together to rid you of your new dress. 

“Oh god, boobs,” Jake breathed as his gaze fell to your chest, which was encased by one of your pretty new bras.

He reached for your chest without thinking–his gaze going glassy–and just a beat before he touched you, he remembered himself. Pulling up short, he gave you a sheepish grin as he asked if he could touch you. 

Feeling all fluttery that he was seeking consent, you nodded again, shyness creeping up on you as things got steamier. 

You gasped as Jake groped your tits, his hands so big against your softness, the weight of him settling over you now too as he shifted closer. 

His thumbs caught in the edge of lace cupping you, and he tugged it lower, until your nipples popped free and he could pluck at them, making you gasp and arch up into his touch. 

“This okay?” Jake asked, his voice deeper than before, huskier, as his lust-darkened gaze flickered up to yours.

“Y-yeah,” you trembled, licking your dry lips as you told him, “You can take it off if you want, my bra.”

“Hell yeah I want,” Jake nodded, his hands already moving to slip off the pretty, lacy piece. “Fucccck me, you’re so hot,” he groaned once you were bare save for your cute panties. 

His touch was firmer now as he cupped both your breasts and squeezed until you were gasping and writhing beneath him. When he dropped his head to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, you moaned, spreading your legs and rutting up against Jake’s hips, desperately seeking friction. 

Groaning, he pulled away from your tit with a wet pop before showing the other just as much attention. 

“Jake, please,” you begged, your body nearly vibrating with need now as you pawed at him. 

“Wait, I… there’s something I wanna do first, before we, yanno,” he confessed. 

Pressing your thighs together, you tried not to pout as you asked, “What?”

He blushed so hard, he resembled a tomato, as he asked, “Can I please uh fuck your tits? I just… I’ve always wanted to do that, but always felt weird asking, but you… you make me feel brave.”

“How are you being this sweet right now?” you marveled before reaching for the back of Jake’s neck and yanking him in for a very ardent kiss. “And yes, you can do that,” you whispered, too shy to say it out loud, but your pussy was leaking a small river at the idea of fulfilling one of Jake’s naughty fantasies. 

“You’re the best,” Jake grinned, nearly falling off the bed in his excitement to undress. 

You giggled, reaching out to help steady him, and then your eyes were going wide as dinner plates once Jake was completely naked and you realized just how built he was.  You swore every single one of his muscles was either bulging or defined, his body looking like that of a Greek god as he hovered over you. 

“Wow,” you breathed, reaching out to trail your fingers down Jake’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful, Jake.”

“I am?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, meeting his gaze and giving him a soft smile. “Really, really, really beautiful. Like a work of art.” 

He puffed out his chest, looking very pleased–and genuinely surprised–by your admiration. “Thanks.”

Your fingers kept trailing lower, and you bit your bottom lip as you caressed along the head of his cock, your fingers coming away sticky and covered in his pre-cum. You met Jake’s gaze as you sucked your fingers into your mouth, making a delighted sound at the briny taste of his cream.

“Ohhhh fuck,” Jake grunted, his cock twitching as he dropped a hand to grip himself. “You keep doing stuff like that, and I’m not gonna last long at all.”

“Well then you better hurry up and get to the good stuff, huh?” you grinned at him. 

In the back of your mind, you were surprised at yourself–at how playful you were being, how teasing–but something about Jake made you feel confident. Maybe it was the way he had this genuine air of awe for you–to be with you–but it made you feel sexy. 

And it made you want to make him feel good, too. Really good. 

So you didn’t even cringe or shy away at all as you cupped your breasts and held them together in offering. 

“Ohhh my god, it’s happening,” Jake whispered, his gaze glossing over and his lips parted and he moved to straddle your torso. 

His gasp when he pressed his hard, warm cock between the softness of your tits was so wrecked already that it had you gushing into your panties, squirming beneath him as you stared up and watched–mesmeraized–as Jake began to gently rut against your chest. 

“Oh my god,” he groaned as you pressed your curves around him more firmly, increasing the pressure around his cock, until his head was dropping back in ecstasy, and he lost himself to his pleasure. 

When his tempo increased, his rhythm starting to falter, you found yourself sticking out your tongue, trying your best to catch the flushed, leaking crown of Jake’s cock on his next thrust. 

At the first feel of your tongue lapping at his head, Jake’s eyes shot open, his head darting up, his gaze big and shocked and so turned on as you did it again, then again. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, curling over you and gripping the headboard as he stilled. 

“You can,” you told him, “I don’t mind, I want you to.”

“Wanna cum inside you,” Jake whispered, staring down at you in awe. “And I wanna make you cum, too.”

“So do it.” 

Laughing at your cheeky grin, Jake scrambled away from you, then on top of you properly, not even asking–not that you minded–as he yanked off your underwear and carelessly tossed them behind him. 

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed once his fingers dragged along your slit and found you soaked and messy for him. “God, you’re so wet.”

“Well, you put on quite the show, Jakey,” you grinned shyly at him. 

“Yeah?” he looked very chuffed that you found all of this–found him–as sexy as he found you. 

“Mmmhmm, now please, I’m so worked up,” you whined, spreading your legs wider. “I think I’ll cum without any real effort at all.”

“Thank god two point oh, because I’m ready to blow,” Jake laughed, sinking down between your thighs and lining himself up. 

You both moaned as he drove into you slowly. The sharp gasp was spilling past your lips before you even realized it, because Jake was so thick. Like, yes, you had seen he had a very impressive cock, but to feel it inside of you, stretching your inner walls to their limits... 

It had your head falling back on a ragged, “Oh my god!” as Jake finally bottomed out with a primal grunt and a sharp rut for good measure. 

“You feel incredible,” he panted, dropping his forehead to yours. 

You fluttered wildly at his praise, making him moan and rock against you in response.  

“Oh god, I’m really not gonna last, please don’t judge me,” Jake laughed nervously, but he looked a little panicked as his chest heaved and he tried to remain very very still. 

Concentrating less on how desperate you were to cum, and more on Jake–on his momentary insecurity–you opened your eyes and met his gaze without wavering. Cradling his cheek with your palm, you gave him a soft smile. 

“Jake, I never would. You’ve been amazing, in so many ways,” you assured him. “And I’m pretty sure I’ll be right there with you, so, let’s just… do this thing.” 

Snickering, Jake dropped the rest of his weight on top of you, making you murmur in approval as he curled one of his arms over the top of your head and began to fuck you. 

You moaned on his very first thrust, arching up against him as you begged him to go, “Harder, faster, please!”

“Fuck,” Jake groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he started to pound into you. 

You keened as he hit a spot that had your body lighting up in a brand new way, making a choked squeal of a sound as you cried, “Right there, oh my god, please don’t stop!” 

Hnnnghing against your sweaty neck, Jake doubled down, fucking you like you wanted and having enough functioning brain cells left to dig his free hand between your bodies so he could rub your clit to hopefully push you to the edge before he himself fell over it. 

You gasped at the added stimulation, your eyes slamming shut as you felt that delightful build up start deep in your core. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted, your hips rocking and rising to meet the thrust of Jake’s cock, your words dying away into unintelligible gasps and cries as you got closer and closer to your climax. 

“Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, Jesus Christ,” Jake’s string of curses and nonsense, along with the way he was relentlessly plowing into you now, rocking the whole bed as he desperately sought his own orgasm–found so much pleasure in your very willing body–it tipped you right over that glorious ledge. 

You came with a sharp, ragged cry, each and every muscle in your body locking up tight as your pussy went wild–fluttering and clenching so hard it sent Jake rocketing over the edge right after you. 

You were still riding the wave of your pleasure as you felt Jake cum inside you, his spend a thick, warm gush that made you moan and flutter all over again as you squirmed beneath him. 

“Fuccccck,” Jake groaned against your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to have you whimpering and clenching around him until he was babbling as you milked his cock of every last drop of cum. 

The two of you clung to each other tightly, both breathing hard–like you had just run a marathon together–as Jake sank against you, feeling just as boneless as you yourself felt. 

There was a long, pleasant stretch of silence as the two of you took your time coming down from your highs. You were nearly dozing with your lips tilted into an almost smile as Jake nuzzled against your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin like he was wordlessly thanking you for making him feel so good. 

“I have one more surprise for you,” he eventually murmured, his head popping up as he looked as mussed and wrecked as you were sure you yourself looked right about now. 

“You do?” you smiled like a dope. “I hope it’s close by so we don’t have to move because I don’t think my legs will work after that.”

Laughing, Jake shook his head, pouting a little as he broke the bad news that, “We have to walk just a little, but not far, I promise. And I’ll shoulder your weight so you barely need to walk at all.”

“My hero,” you giggled tiredly, groaning as Jake finally pulled away from you before helping you out of bed. 

You didn’t even feel self-conscious to be naked and leaking his cum, still feeling nothing but giddy and satisfied as you curled close to Jake’s side and allowed him to lead you just a few feet away to the closed bathroom door. 

And when he opened it, he stole your breath away yet again, because awaiting you in the small space was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the sink counter, and a bath tub rim decorated with candles and rose petals, setting the mood for what you knew would be a relaxing, luxurious bath. 

“Oh my god, Jake! You’re so sweet! I can’t believe you did this for me!” 

His smile was shy as he led you over to sit on the edge of the tub before kneeling beside it and cranking on the water. You watched as he doctored the steamy rush with a bubble bath that smelled incredible, and once the tub was perfect for soaking, Jake took your hand and helped you settle in.   

“Join me?” you asked hopefully. 

“Actually,” Jake looked the shyest you had seen yet. “If it’s okay, I’d really like to bathe you.”

You blinked at him, your shyness creeping up again at that, but you couldn’t help the small smile that curled your lips as you sank back against the porcelain with a quiet, “Okay.” 

“Yeah?” Jake perked up, looking more hopeful and less shy as you met his gaze. 

“Yeah.” 

Smiling, he settled on his knees, reaching for a colorful loofah and pouring some body wash onto it. “I know I’m not as suave or experienced as the others,” he confessed. “But I just… I want you to feel appreciated. And beautiful, because you are.”

Feeling your belly flutter, you caught Jake’s free hand, twining your fingers together as you replied, “I feel both of those things, Jake, thanks to you.”

And it was the truth. 

You felt beautiful, appreciated, and so very, very cared for as Jake gently began to wash you, looking so focused and intent as he drew the loofah over your skin, and lulled you into a state of utter, boneless bliss.

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“Sorry!” you squeaked, slapping your hands over your eyes to give your brain a moment to reboot. And your heart a moment to return to its normal rhythm. 

“Don’t be, I’m not,” Steve teased, sending you a wink once you were done hiding and trying not to outright stare at him. “Were you waiting around for me?”

“Yes, actually,” your gaze turned shy now as you fiddled with your fingers, feeling Steve’s eyes on you as he patiently waited for you to broach whatever topic was on your mind. “You know how Jake set aside that money for me?”

“Yeah, you need to access it?”

You nodded, peeking over at Steve. “I’d really like to get some new clothes and essentials. With how quickly everything happened, and just, the craziness of that night, I didn’t do a very good job at packing, and there’s just stuff I need, and want.”

“Hey,” Steve moved across the kitchen, until he was looming over you. His hands felt so big and warm as they cupped your upper arms and gave you a gentle squeeze. “It’s your money, and you don’t need to justify using it. I’ll make sure Jensen sets you up so you have direct access to everything. "I'm sorry I didn’t think of that until now.”

“No, it’s okay! You all have been so generous.” You hesitated, biting your lower lip as your next ask teetered on the tip of your tongue. 

“Go on,” Steve encouraged with a soft smile. “I like when you ask for what you want, when you put yourself first.”

Your belly fluttered before you asked, “Do you think maybe you could take me into town to go shopping for everything I need?”

“Of course. We’ll go today–”

“Well, we don’t have to! I’m sure you’re very busy and–” your words turned into a startled squeak as Steve pressed close and kissed you quiet. 

“I’m never too busy for you,” he murmured, stealing another kiss before pulling away with a grin. “Plus, I think it will be fun–watching you try on a bunch of clothes.” 

Your face warmed as he winked at you, but before you could respond, Lloyd appeared in the doorway, as if summoned by the talk of fashion. 

“Did someone say shopping spree? Count me in,” he declared, dropping his hands to his hips and giving a thrust. 

Steve rolled his eyes as you giggled, and Lloyd shot his superior a glare. 

“You know I have an eye for fashion,” he sniffed. Lloyd’s annoyed gaze shifted to you, and softened. “Come on, pumpkin, you want me to tag along, right? I’m the only one in this house who actually likes to shop. And we’ll get you all dolled up real fast.”

You peeked over at Steve to see if he truly looked put out at the idea of Lloyd joining in on your outing, but he just seemed amused as he met your gaze and gave a small nod. If anything, he liked that you were getting on so well with the team.

“Okay,” you smiled at Lloyd. “It will be fun.”

“You bet your sweet ass it will be fun.”

You were still buzzing from your outing earlier with Steve and Lloyd, your smile so big as you glanced at yourself in the mirror and gave a little spin. Your cute new dress flared out around your thighs, and you laughed, feeling pretty–and much more like yourself than you had in a long time. 

You’d been under your father’s thumb for so long, in every possible way, even when it came to what you wore, that you forgot how freeing–and soothing–it could be to just… be yourself, wear what made you happy and comfortable. 

It seemed such a small, meaningless thing, but you felt so happy in a way you hadn’t in years. 

So you had a little bounce in your step as you made your way to Jake’s bedroom. You were excited to spend some time with him, because out of all of the mercenaries, he seemed the most normal.

Down to earth, sweet, funny. 

Truly, Jake was just the icing on the cake of your already great day. 

You knocked on his door, and barely a second later, it swung open to reveal Jake grinning big and warm, and wearing a t-shirt that looked like a tuxedo. 

“Your shirt is so cute!” you giggled. 

“Thanks!” Jake’s grin widened as he glanced down at himself. “It’s kind of the only way I could get dressed up for you, so much of my stuff is just tac gear or novelty shirts, so…”

“I love it,” you assured him. 

“And you! Wow, you look…wow,” Jake stuttered, his eyes taking their time inching over you as you stood before him, nervously wringing your hands.

“Thank you,” you whispered, biting back a stupid smile as your eyes flickered down to your feet. 

“So, um, come in!” Jake encouraged you as he stepped back and waved you inside his room eagerly. Once you were inside and glancing around curiously, he closed the door behind you both before stepping up beside you, his gaze following to where yours was fixed.

Jake’s room as a whole was tidy, with everything in its place, but it was the small two-seater table across the room that had your eyes lighting up. 

It had been set like at a fancy restaurant; there were lit candles in the center of it, lending ambiance to the room. You weren’t sure what was in the takeout food containers set between the plates and glasses, but whatever it was smelled heavenly and had your stomach growling loud enough to make you cringe in embarrassment. 

“It’s okay,” Jake chuckled, shifting his weight beside you. “I’m starving too. You wanna eat now?”

You glanced over at him, your eyes soft as you nodded, because Jake looked just as nervous–and slightly awkward–as you. As he went to step away, you reached for him, your fingers touching his wrist, and then finding his hand so you could give it a squeeze. 

“Thank you for doing this, Jake, it’s so sweet.”

He blushed from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, shrugging those big, round shoulders of his as he gave you a small smile. “It’s no big deal.”

“To me, it is. You’ve made me feel special.”

“You are special,” Jake returned, his brows furrowed a little, like he thought this truth was the most obvious thing in the world. 

Belly swooping, you followed Jake over to the dinner setup, giggling as he acted the gentleman and pushed in your chair for you before darting over to take his own seat across from you. 

“I hope you like Thai food? There’s this awesome restaurant a few towns over, so that’s what I got for tonight.”

You nodded eagerly, your tummy rumbling again and making Jake laugh. He was quick to serve the food, until both your plates were full and you both dove into your meals, 

chatting in between bites and learning more about each other. 

Jake told you about his sister and nieces that he missed so much, and how he always used to attend all of their soccer games. In return, you told him about your mother, and how helping her in her garden had always been your favorite way to spend time together. 

“I’m sorry you had to leave it behind,” Jake frowned, pushing his now empty plate away. “I bet that was really hard.”

You swallowed against the lump in your throat, mustering a smile and shrug so you didn’t totally kill the fun vibe that had been brewing between you. 

“Hey, I bet one day, you’ll have a new garden–your own garden–and it will be amazing!” Jake smiled, his eyes bright in a way that made you believe that he really did wish that for you. 

“Yeah, I bet you’re right,” you smiled back at him. 

You took a moment to just really take him in. His fluffy hair and bright blue eyes, his handsome features and ridiculously built body. Jake really was so handsome, but it was the kindness in his eyes that kept drawing you gaze again and again. 

It was so strange, that you had spent so much of your life despised for merely existing, and now, you were becoming surrounded by people who seemed to genuinely care for you, who looked at you like you mattered, like they wanted what was best for you. 

It was Jake’s resulting smile that made you realize you were smiling at him like a dope, and you gave an embarrassed, nervous giggle as you plucked your napkin from your lap and set it down beside your finished meal. 

“You know uh…” Jake hesitated, rubbing his hands along his thighs as he sat back in his seat. He was blushing again–rosier than before–as he continued, “We don’t have to, yanno, if you don’t want to.”

“Oh.” You blinked, straightening in your seat as your fingers fell to twist the hem of your dress. “Do you… not want to?”

“No!!” Jake said it so loudly, you both winced. “Sorry. I uh want to. Like, wow do I want to,” he emphasized, making you giggle. “But also, I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything."

Feeling yourself melt at his thoughtfulness, you reached across the table, setting your hand on top of his as you met his gaze and gave him a warm smile. 

“How about we just see where the night takes us? No pressure for either of us.”

“Okay! I’d really like that.”

The two of you moved over to the small loveseat against the far wall, chatting some more. Jake told you how he had joined the team, how he felt like he was making a difference even if most people didn’t know about it, but that he also really missed his family. 

And something about how sad he looked as he muttered that confession had you leaning over and kissing his cheek. 

Jake stilled, turning to look at you with wide eyes, and you found yourself smiling as your gaze flickered to his parted lips, the plumpness of which drew you in closer and closer.

You heard Jake’s breath hitch a second before your lips met his, and then your eyes closed and your pussy fluttered at the guttural groan that rose up at the back of Jake’s throat.  

Something about how careful Jake was with touching you–his hands hesitant to frame your face–and then his thumbs gently gliding back and forth along your cheeks, it made you feel so special, so desirable and wanted. 

It had you clambering into his lap until you were straddling him, and you both pulled away from each other’s mouths long enough to exchange wide-eyed wanting looks before you were sinking into another round of sweet, frantic kisses. 

When you started to rock in his lap, seeking friction, Jake moaned, pulling back and panting as he met your floaty gaze and asked, “You wanna move over to the bed?”

He grinned as you nodded enthusiastically, the two of you nearly tripping over each other in your rush to relocate. You both fell atop the bed together, giggling and breathing heavy as Jake leaned up over you and took a moment to just look at you. 

“God, you’re so pretty,” he murmured, his fingers reaching out to caress along your face. “And so soft. And smell so good.” He ducked lower, tucking his face against the side of your neck and breathing in deep before exhaling a “Hnnngh,” against your skin and making you laugh. 

You continued to giggle as Jake snuffled along your neck, your fingers sinking into his hair, gently stroking the blonde locks as you told him, “You’re very sweet.”

Jake pressed a kiss against the top of your chest before pulling away, his gaze meeting yours–both eager and tentative–as he asked, “Can we take this off?” he tugged at your dress. 

“Of course,” you nodded, the two of you quickly working together to rid you of your new dress. 

“Oh god, boobs,” Jake breathed as his gaze fell to your chest, which was encased by one of your pretty new bras.

He reached for your chest without thinking–his gaze going glassy–and just a beat before he touched you, he remembered himself. Pulling up short, he gave you a sheepish grin as he asked if he could touch you. 

Feeling all fluttery that he was seeking consent, you nodded again, shyness creeping up on you as things got steamier. 

You gasped as Jake groped your tits, his hands so big against your softness, the weight of him settling over you now too as he shifted closer. 

His thumbs caught in the edge of lace cupping you, and he tugged it lower, until your nipples popped free and he could pluck at them, making you gasp and arch up into his touch. 

“This okay?” Jake asked, his voice deeper than before, huskier, as his lust-darkened gaze flickered up to yours.

“Y-yeah,” you trembled, licking your dry lips as you told him, “You can take it off if you want, my bra.”

“Hell yeah I want,” Jake nodded, his hands already moving to slip off the pretty, lacy piece. “Fucccck me, you’re so hot,” he groaned once you were bare save for your cute panties. 

His touch was firmer now as he cupped both your breasts and squeezed until you were gasping and writhing beneath him. When he dropped his head to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, you moaned, spreading your legs and rutting up against Jake’s hips, desperately seeking friction. 

Groaning, he pulled away from your tit with a wet pop before showing the other just as much attention. 

“Jake, please,” you begged, your body nearly vibrating with need now as you pawed at him. 

“Wait, I… there’s something I wanna do first, before we, yanno,” he confessed. 

Pressing your thighs together, you tried not to pout as you asked, “What?”

He blushed so hard, he resembled a tomato, as he asked, “Can I please uh fuck your tits? I just… I’ve always wanted to do that, but always felt weird asking, but you… you make me feel brave.”

“How are you being this sweet right now?” you marveled before reaching for the back of Jake’s neck and yanking him in for a very ardent kiss. “And yes, you can do that,” you whispered, too shy to say it out loud, but your pussy was leaking a small river at the idea of fulfilling one of Jake’s naughty fantasies. 

“You’re the best,” Jake grinned, nearly falling off the bed in his excitement to undress. 

You giggled, reaching out to help steady him, and then your eyes were going wide as dinner plates once Jake was completely naked and you realized just how built he was.  You swore every single one of his muscles was either bulging or defined, his body looking like that of a Greek god as he hovered over you. 

“Wow,” you breathed, reaching out to trail your fingers down Jake’s stomach. “You’re so beautiful, Jake.”

“I am?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, meeting his gaze and giving him a soft smile. “Really, really, really beautiful. Like a work of art.” 

He puffed out his chest, looking very pleased–and genuinely surprised–by your admiration. “Thanks.”

Your fingers kept trailing lower, and you bit your bottom lip as you caressed along the head of his cock, your fingers coming away sticky and covered in his pre-cum. You met Jake’s gaze as you sucked your fingers into your mouth, making a delighted sound at the briny taste of his cream.

“Ohhhh fuck,” Jake grunted, his cock twitching as he dropped a hand to grip himself. “You keep doing stuff like that, and I’m not gonna last long at all.”

“Well then you better hurry up and get to the good stuff, huh?” you grinned at him. 

In the back of your mind, you were surprised at yourself–at how playful you were being, how teasing–but something about Jake made you feel confident. Maybe it was the way he had this genuine air of awe for you–to be with you–but it made you feel sexy. 

And it made you want to make him feel good, too. Really good. 

So you didn’t even cringe or shy away at all as you cupped your breasts and held them together in offering. 

“Ohhh my god, it’s happening,” Jake whispered, his gaze glossing over and his lips parted and he moved to straddle your torso. 

His gasp when he pressed his hard, warm cock between the softness of your tits was so wrecked already that it had you gushing into your panties, squirming beneath him as you stared up and watched–mesmeraized–as Jake began to gently rut against your chest. 

“Oh my god,” he groaned as you pressed your curves around him more firmly, increasing the pressure around his cock, until his head was dropping back in ecstasy, and he lost himself to his pleasure. 

When his tempo increased, his rhythm starting to falter, you found yourself sticking out your tongue, trying your best to catch the flushed, leaking crown of Jake’s cock on his next thrust. 

At the first feel of your tongue lapping at his head, Jake’s eyes shot open, his head darting up, his gaze big and shocked and so turned on as you did it again, then again. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted, curling over you and gripping the headboard as he stilled. 

“You can,” you told him, “I don’t mind, I want you to.”

“Wanna cum inside you,” Jake whispered, staring down at you in awe. “And I wanna make you cum, too.”

“So do it.” 

Laughing at your cheeky grin, Jake scrambled away from you, then on top of you properly, not even asking–not that you minded–as he yanked off your underwear and carelessly tossed them behind him. 

“Oh, thank god,” he breathed once his fingers dragged along your slit and found you soaked and messy for him. “God, you’re so wet.”

“Well, you put on quite the show, Jakey,” you grinned shyly at him. 

“Yeah?” he looked very chuffed that you found all of this–found him–as sexy as he found you. 

“Mmmhmm, now please, I’m so worked up,” you whined, spreading your legs wider. “I think I’ll cum without any real effort at all.”

“Thank god two point oh, because I’m ready to blow,” Jake laughed, sinking down between your thighs and lining himself up. 

You both moaned as he drove into you slowly. The sharp gasp was spilling past your lips before you even realized it, because Jake was so thick. Like, yes, you had seen he had a very impressive cock, but to feel it inside of you, stretching your inner walls to their limits... 

It had your head falling back on a ragged, “Oh my god!” as Jake finally bottomed out with a primal grunt and a sharp rut for good measure. 

“You feel incredible,” he panted, dropping his forehead to yours. 

You fluttered wildly at his praise, making him moan and rock against you in response.  

“Oh god, I’m really not gonna last, please don’t judge me,” Jake laughed nervously, but he looked a little panicked as his chest heaved and he tried to remain very very still. 

Concentrating less on how desperate you were to cum, and more on Jake–on his momentary insecurity–you opened your eyes and met his gaze without wavering. Cradling his cheek with your palm, you gave him a soft smile. 

“Jake, I never would. You’ve been amazing, in so many ways,” you assured him. “And I’m pretty sure I’ll be right there with you, so, let’s just… do this thing.” 

Snickering, Jake dropped the rest of his weight on top of you, making you murmur in approval as he curled one of his arms over the top of your head and began to fuck you. 

You moaned on his very first thrust, arching up against him as you begged him to go, “Harder, faster, please!”

“Fuck,” Jake groaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he started to pound into you. 

You keened as he hit a spot that had your body lighting up in a brand new way, making a choked squeal of a sound as you cried, “Right there, oh my god, please don’t stop!” 

Hnnnghing against your sweaty neck, Jake doubled down, fucking you like you wanted and having enough functioning brain cells left to dig his free hand between your bodies so he could rub your clit to hopefully push you to the edge before he himself fell over it. 

You gasped at the added stimulation, your eyes slamming shut as you felt that delightful build up start deep in your core. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted, your hips rocking and rising to meet the thrust of Jake’s cock, your words dying away into unintelligible gasps and cries as you got closer and closer to your climax. 

“Oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck, Jesus Christ,” Jake’s string of curses and nonsense, along with the way he was relentlessly plowing into you now, rocking the whole bed as he desperately sought his own orgasm–found so much pleasure in your very willing body–it tipped you right over that glorious ledge. 

You came with a sharp, ragged cry, each and every muscle in your body locking up tight as your pussy went wild–fluttering and clenching so hard it sent Jake rocketing over the edge right after you. 

You were still riding the wave of your pleasure as you felt Jake cum inside you, his spend a thick, warm gush that made you moan and flutter all over again as you squirmed beneath him. 

“Fuccccck,” Jake groaned against your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your skin, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to have you whimpering and clenching around him until he was babbling as you milked his cock of every last drop of cum. 

The two of you clung to each other tightly, both breathing hard–like you had just run a marathon together–as Jake sank against you, feeling just as boneless as you yourself felt. 

There was a long, pleasant stretch of silence as the two of you took your time coming down from your highs. You were nearly dozing with your lips tilted into an almost smile as Jake nuzzled against your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin like he was wordlessly thanking you for making him feel so good. 

“I have one more surprise for you,” he eventually murmured, his head popping up as he looked as mussed and wrecked as you were sure you yourself looked right about now. 

“You do?” you smiled like a dope. “I hope it’s close by so we don’t have to move because I don’t think my legs will work after that.”

Laughing, Jake shook his head, pouting a little as he broke the bad news that, “We have to walk just a little, but not far, I promise. And I’ll shoulder your weight so you barely need to walk at all.”

“My hero,” you giggled tiredly, groaning as Jake finally pulled away from you before helping you out of bed. 

You didn’t even feel self-conscious to be naked and leaking his cum, still feeling nothing but giddy and satisfied as you curled close to Jake’s side and allowed him to lead you just a few feet away to the closed bathroom door. 

And when he opened it, he stole your breath away yet again, because awaiting you in the small space was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the sink counter, and a bath tub rim decorated with candles and rose petals, setting the mood for what you knew would be a relaxing, luxurious bath. 

“Oh my god, Jake! You’re so sweet! I can’t believe you did this for me!” 

His smile was shy as he led you over to sit on the edge of the tub before kneeling beside it and cranking on the water. You watched as he doctored the steamy rush with a bubble bath that smelled incredible, and once the tub was perfect for soaking, Jake took your hand and helped you settle in.   

“Join me?” you asked hopefully. 

“Actually,” Jake looked the shyest you had seen yet. “If it’s okay, I’d really like to bathe you.”

You blinked at him, your shyness creeping up again at that, but you couldn’t help the small smile that curled your lips as you sank back against the porcelain with a quiet, “Okay.” 

“Yeah?” Jake perked up, looking more hopeful and less shy as you met his gaze. 

“Yeah.” 

Smiling, he settled on his knees, reaching for a colorful loofah and pouring some body wash onto it. “I know I’m not as suave or experienced as the others,” he confessed. “But I just… I want you to feel appreciated. And beautiful, because you are.”

Feeling your belly flutter, you caught Jake’s free hand, twining your fingers together as you replied, “I feel both of those things, Jake, thanks to you.”

And it was the truth. 

You felt beautiful, appreciated, and so very, very cared for as Jake gently began to wash you, looking so focused and intent as he drew the loofah over your skin, and lulled you into a state of utter, boneless bliss.

AHHHH! Jakey! The sinful sweetheart sunshine boi we all deserve!!!! I so hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please take a moment to let me know your thoughts! Also, maybe buckle up for what’s coming up next ::nervous laughter:: 

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You have a small sign, tied to the wagon handle with your prices. Cheap compared to the high-end shops. Your little flower shop on wheels isn't much but you get by and do what you love. The flowers always bring you joy; they remind you of someone gone.

You smile at the passerbys, greet those who admire your inventory. It's modest compared to a real shop but you put all your energy into your flowers. You pay for a plot down at the local community garden and spend the time you're not standing outside the brick front, tending to the rows there.

You sell a half-dozen of yellow tulips to a woman in a pretty green dress. She says they're her mother's favourite in a grim tone. You tell her they are a beacon of cheerfulness. She thanks you and struts off in her kitten heels.

Your work is so dirty, you can't dress like that. You have your denim overalls with the patches on one leg and a bright tee shirt underneath; just for a pop of colour. You try to match your favourite bloom of the day.

The day passes in the hot glare of the August sun, burning out its last blaze before the tides of Virgo sweep in. You sweat and find yourself trying to hide beneath the shade of the umbrella. It's not big enough for you and the flowers.

You dig around behind the wagon in your small knapsack. You sip cautiously from your water bottle. Too much and you'll have a full bladder; not enough and you'll get a headache.

The traffic picks up after midday. You're almost out of tulips. You chatter with a woman about the white and pink tulips. They bloom later but they're worth the wait. You trade her a bouquet for the price on the sign.

A heavy creak cracks your smile. You turn as your wagon rolls out toward the street. Huh? You put the brake on like you always do!

Two cackling men give it one last push and it bounces over the curb. before you can stop it, it flips over and the barrels spill onto the street. Several bunches fly into the lanes and are crushed by tires as vehicles honk at the disturbance.

"Huh? What are you--"

The men scoff and spit on the pavement. "Oops," one shrugs as the other chortles. "It was in the way--"

Suddenly, both men are staggering towards the wall. Another has them by the back their scruffs, shoving their faces into the brickwork. His thumbs dig into the sides of their necks as they yawl.

"Hey, dude, what the hell?"

"Fuck off me!"

"Clean your mouth up before I do," the vengeful stranger snarls. "And apologise."

"They're just fucking flowers--"

The man pulls them back and rams them back into the wall. Not too hard but hard enough. You gasp as you watch in shock.

"Please, sir, it's okay--"

"It's not," he grits through his teeth and tears them off the wall. He turns them to face you. "Go on."

The one man rubs his forehead as the other snarls. With a yank, they both jerk. The one on the left coughs.

"Sorry, miss... we shouldn't--"

"Yeah, sorry," the other echoes as they stare at their feet.

The growling strange snorts and shoves them away from him. "Scram."

The pranksters run into each other before they manage to spin around and run past the other man. He stands with a stony grimace drawn across his lips. His grey eyes are like ice on a late winter morning.

"Best you can hope for from cowards," he shakes his head.

"Thank you. You didn't have to... do that. Really." You eke out. "I don't... I don't want anyone to get hurt."

He tilts his head. You don't think he liked that. You turn and step off the curb. Before you can do it yourself, the man hauls the wagon back to its wheels. You sift through the ruin and salvage what stems aren't bent. There's not much.

As you turn a barrel up, he does the same. You look across at him. He's sweating in the sun. His denim vest has a patch on the right with a shop name; Everett's. On the other side, in cursive embroidery; Curtis. He looks like a Curtis.

His large hands sort through a bunch of carnations. They work delicately despite his size. His fingers are thick, his arms too, exposed to the biting sun without a care. A salty musk radiates from him.

"Thanks, you can put the good ones in here." You push a barrel toward him.

He nods and keeps on.

"It's going to take a while. You don't have to--"

"I know I don't have to," he intones deeply. The rest is left unsaid; but he is.

"Thank you, again."

He grunts. You look down at his thick thumb as he pets the fuschia petal. He's gentle, almost reverent.

You smile and look down at your handful. Bad things happen but they can bring out the best in people.

💐

You double, no triple, maybe quadruple check the map on your phone. You know you're in the right place. The sign is clear enough. Wooden and painted. The letters are carved precisely and stand in a bold red over the oak backing.

You don't doubt your navigation, just yourself. You're nervous. As much as you talk with strangers every day, your nerves are all tangled up. This is different. It's the decent thing to do. Just like he did the decent thing.

You cross the street and tuck your phone away. You shift the vase between both hands and approach the shop. You pause at the end of the open parking lot. You can hear the work being done inside, you can smell the oil. Above it all, the buzz of a local station plays on crackling speakers.

You cross the tarmac and peek in through the garage door. You recognise the man even if all you can see is the back of his shaved head. He sits on a rolling stool, his arms bulging as he fiddles with something unseen. You watch him as he sighs and tosses the rag on the cart next to him.

"Um, excuse me. Curtis." You say.

He sits up straight. His height is even more daunting as he suddenly goes from waist level to above you. He turns to face you, as stoic as the day before. He looks you up and down. You didn't get much out of him before. Not before he stomped off.

"I... I wanted to thank you. For yesterday," You say.

He stares.

"I really appreciated you helping me out so I wanted to bring you this." You hold up the little vase you found, shaped like a vintage truck. The bed holds a cluster of blue and white hydrangea. 

His eyes pinpoint on the flowers then slowly rise back to your face. "You didn't..." he begins. "How did you get here?"

"It was on your vest. Your name too." You look around and go the wooden table against the wall, wrenches hung above it. "It fits perfect here."

He sighs.

"You came all the way down here." It's not a question.

"Mhmm," you turn to him. He makes you want to evaporate. Or maybe it's just the humid air of the garage. You notice the sweat stained across the chest of his grey tank top and the sweat trickling down his temples.

"I... I didn't mean to bother you. I just thought I'd say thanks." You back up and head back for the door. "You have a good day, Curtis."

He grumbles. You smile one last time and spin on your heels. Well, it wasn't an entire disaster but you feel better for doing it.

💐

You check the brake on your wagon and stay close to it. You're more wary since those two men decided to trash half your stock. You don't have as much to display now. It makes it harder to sell. People think they're getting the leftovers.

You wave a wicker fan to cool yourself in the summer heat. You smile and get nothing but a cold shoulder in return. You're restless. You pace around the wagon.

The snap of a metal door jars you. You glance across the street. There's a matte gray truck on the other side. You don't recognise it. Most of the cars that park around here are the same every day.

You check your sales book. You haven't sold much. You almost wonder if you'd be better off spending the day in the garden.

Your name draws you back to the world rushing around you. It's him. Curtis.

He has something wrapped in burlap under one arm and stool in his other hand. You arch your brows curiously. He says your name. Your eyes widen.

"Oh, hi, uh..."

He puts the stool down next to the wagon. "Long days out in the sun."

You look at the wooden seat. It looks hand-crafted. "Oh, thanks, Curtis... but... hey, how'd you know my name?"

His eyes flit down. Yours wander all over him. He's in a white tee with a small vee in the collar, the snaps open. His jeans are a grey black and are pulled down over the top of his scuffed up work boots. There's the hint of a tattoo visible through the cotton across his chest.

He slips two fingers into the front pocket of his jeans. He slides out a small card, warped with moisture. "Dropped this."

It's one of your handwritten business cards. You smile at it. "Oh yeah... thought I lost a few."

He nods. He tucks it away and presses his hand over his pocket as if he fears he might lose it. He twitches, as if remembering something.

He hums. It's gritty. He moves the burlap-wrapped shape from under his arm. He uncovers it slowly. He shows you the sign; the letters are curled in the shape of your name and there are little sunflowers and lilies carved into a frame around the edge.

"Did you... make that?" You ask.

He nods and holds it out.

"It's... so pretty but..."

He pushes it toward you. "It's yours."

You take it and smile at it. He turns and sniffs. He marches to the other end of the wagon and grabs a man's wrist as he holds a cone of sunflowers. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

"Huh? I'm gonna pay--"

"So pay," Curtis holds out his other palm.

The man drops the bouquet and Curtis catches it. As the man wriggles free, he turns and flees. The mechanic growls and puts the sunflowers back on the wagon.

"You should sit," he says.

You turn over the sign. There's metal on the back, curved to fit exactly over the side of the wagon. You slide it on.

"I'm okay," you assure him. "But uh... do you think you can do me a little favour?"

You pinch your fingers, gesturing around your words. He watches your fingers. He nods again.

"Can you keep watch? I really need to use the restroom."

"Sure. It's what I'm here for." He crosses his arms. "To keep watch."

He turns and eyes a man passing by. He's like a big guard dog. 

"Thanks," you chime. "Be right back."

You hurry across the street to the cafe on the other side. You can always smell the cinnamon wafting over and they let you store your wagon there at the end of the day so you could use the toilet. Not it won't be such a hassle.

You go in and say hi to Connie behind the counter. You go to the bathroom and sigh in relief. As you come out, you slow down. It really is nice of Curtis to come out and make you a sign and everything. You never really expected to see him again.

You go to the counter and order the special of the day. 'Strawberry Lemonade.' You walk out with a cup full of the brightest pink you've ever seen.

You cross the road and find Curtis staring at a woman gabbing over the carnations. It's Sandy. You say hi and she buys her usual bunch of white and pink.

"Here," you turn to Curtis as she goes. "I got you this."

He looks at the cup. He doesn't move.

"Strawberry lemonade." You announce.

His chest rises and falls. He takes the cup. His grey-blue eyes cling to you as he tastes it. His cheeks pinch.

He clears his throat, "it's good."

He's lying. You know he is. But you appreciate him humouring you.

"Well," you say as you turn and watch the pedestrians. "Whenever you get bored of me, you're welcome to go."