He lifts himself a little, his head touching the ceiling of the car.
“Fuck, sweetie,” he groans. “It’s so tight and wet. You’re killing me.”
I reach down and grab his waist. My thumbs feel hard muscle. The rest of my hands hold and feel the hard thrusts.
“Go, Jake, please…”
I’m crying for him. Desperate to feel him finish inside.
This risk is insane and it keeps lingering in the back of my mind.
If we get caught… if we get caught… if… we…
Jake hisses and slides a hand to the back of my neck. He pulls me up and comes down on me. Our lips meet in a single kiss. We hold the kiss and I feel him start to come.
His beautiful dick throbbing and exploding inside me. I keep rocking at him, loving how my body gives way for him, how I clench at him each time he pulses, how my deepest and naughtiest urges are to have him like this.
He fucks me through his climax and then starts to slow. He lowers me back to the backseat of the car. The tips of our noses touch, our lips flutter for a few seconds.
“Oh, fuck,” Jake whispers. “Fuck…”
“Fuck,” I whisper back.
I try to kiss him and he pulls back a little.
That’s when my cell starts to go off.
I instantly panic.
What if I butt dialed someone… Jake fucking me… did I yell his name…
Jake pulls out of me and my inner thighs tingle. My sex quivers for a few seconds and I can’t breathe. I reach for my pocket and see who’s calling.
It’s Hunter.
The phone stops ringing.
Jake is on his knees, his dick bouncing and glistening.
I open my mouth to say something… something good. Something sexy. Something that makes this all okay.
My phone starts ringing again.
“Fuck,” I say.
“Who is it?” he asks.
“Hunter. Second time.”
Jake’s face drops.
He hurries and opens the car door and gets out. He puts a hand out for me to take and pulls me from the car. I don’t even have my panties and pants up yet. I drop my phone to the backseat and hurry to grab my clothes and pull them up. I turn, figuring if anyone is going to see anything, let them see my ass.
I get dressed and the phone stops ringing again.
I turn and look at Jake. “Hey…”
“No,” he says. “Thanks for the ride.”
“I could say the same to you,” I grin.
Jake doesn’t smile back. He just swallows hard.
He’s hurting…
My phone rings for a third time.
“You better get that call,” Jake says. “It’s your boyfriend calling. Tell him I said hey.”
Jake walks away.
I’m completely torn right now.
Either answer the phone and appease Hunter so he’ll leave me alone. Or chase down Jake and tell him… what?
What would I say to Jake? That I like this arrangement we have. That I like him. That I want him. That I…
Fuck. That I’m falling for him.
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11.
(Jake)
I go to my old apartment. It’s really the only place I have in life to just get the fuck away from things. I should have never left the place to begin with, but Rebecca asked me to do her a favor to announce her marriage. And I was supposed to crash in the mansion, make things look good, and then have my money and take the fuck off. Of course… Jade played a part in me staying there. Wanting to be there. Wanting to be near her.
What am I supposed to do right now?
The closer I get to Jade, the more it hurts. I’m not just getting used to her body, I’m seriously addicted to it. Fuck, I had no intention of fucking her in the back of my car. I just needed a ride. My plan was to be silent, be an asshole, and disappear. But she wanted me to fuck her and I did.
Her body and smell lingering all over mine.
I can take a shower, but I don’t want to.
I want to smell like Jade. I want to be… with Jade…
I sit on the couch and run a hand through my hair.
Things aren’t supposed to get serious at all. It’s just sex. Really good and wild sex. Just me touching her innocent body and showing her what it feels like to be fucked. To be touched. What it feels like to come really hard.
All the other feelings? They’re supposed to be dead.
How can anything happen between us?
Her father, my mother…
The apartment smells dusty and musty.
I walk to the bedroom and the sheets are still messy. I can’t remember the last woman I fucked in the room. The rest of the bedroom is clean. I don’t like to live in a mess. I mean, everything around is always a fucking mess. At least this I can control.
I sit on the edge of the bed.
There has to be some whiskey or beer in the place.
I start to scour - from under the bed to the fridge to every damn cabinet I can check. There’s nothing. My apartment is actually dry.
That’s a damn tragedy.
I grab my keys and my phone. I’m set to either leave, call Jade, or both.
If I call her, I don’t know what to say. We need to get something worked out for real now. Either do it or don’t. If we don’t, then we don’t. I move back here and stay away. When Thomas and Rebecca need me to show face as their son, I’ll do it. For the sake of Jade. Because if Thomas gets what he wants, Jade gets a decent life.
And Hunter. A decent guy.
I don’t like to lose, ever. But if I let Jade go and push her into something better, I’m not really losing, am I?
Then again, if we decide to keep this fling going, it has to be a fling. No emotions. No hugging. No jumping into each other’s arms. No kissing and making out. There has to be some kind of rules in place.
My phone starts to ring.
It’s my mother.
“Hey Rebecca,” I say, gritting my teeth.
“Why don’t you call me Mom?” her voices asks with a little slur.
I sigh. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
“You sound drunk.”
“I’m at the pool, Jake. Enjoying a beautiful day. Thinking about you.”
“You’re thinking about me?” I ask.
Yeah, she’s definitely drunk.
“What happened?” she asks. “You got into a fight, Jake? Got arrested?”
“Nothing big. Three guys taking me on.”
“What did you do to provoke it?”
“What makes you think I started it?”
“Did you?”
“I didn’t take the first swing,” I say.
“But you did or said something…”
“What do you want right now?”
“Where are you?”
“If you want to know the truth, I’m in my apartment. Where I belong.”
There’s silence for a few seconds. Then, “I wanted it to all work out, Jake. Thomas is supposed to take care of us.”
“Supposed to?”
“Nothing.”
I grit my teeth again. “Tell me what that means. What’s he not doing?”
“I thought he was going to have a plan for you,” she says. “The trust fund was a good idea, but it hasn’t worked. I thought there would be more.”
“What do you want? Me to be sent away? So I stay out of the limelight?”
“You need to be… you need something…”
I need Jade… but she’s my fucking stepsister.
“You need a glass of water,” I say. “Quit fucking drinking.”
“Don’t talk like that. I didn’t raise you…”
“That’s right. You didn’t raise me. You spent all your time getting lost, didn’t you? And now you’ve finally cashed it all in. You have money from your old career and money from your new husband. Congrats, Rebecca, you’ve done amazing.”
“Is that how you real
ly feel?”
“Is there any other way to feel?” I ask.
“This could work out for you,” Rebecca says. “If you just make nice with Thomas. And Hunter even. You like to fix cars and motorcycles, right Jake?”
I nod. “Yeah, that’s right. You know everything about me.”
“They can help you. You can have your own shop and stuff. I’m sure Thomas would love that. You could be settled. And have your own thing. Right?”
“So I’m not a liability. And so he and Hunter could destroy Jade’s life?”
I cringe, regretting what I just said. I shouldn’t have said a thing about Jade. She has nothing to do with this. Nothing at all. But she’s on my fucking mind. I can’t get her off my fucking mind.
“You like Jade, don’t you?” Rebecca asks.
“What?”
“Jade. I can tell. You care about her. That means a lot. She’s not like you.”
“Not like me?”
“She’s shy. Sheltered. It’s nice she has a big brother to look after her.”
I cringe again.
Big brother? Seriously?
“Yeah, right,” I say.
What a terrible conversation.
“Just… just try,” Rebecca says. Her voice cracks and slurs.
“I’m fine where I am,” I say.
“But you can’t get into fights. It looks so bad. It can’t happen.”
I laugh. “He’s right there, isn’t he?”
“Who?”
“Thomas,” I say. “He’s standing right there. I bet my life on it.”
“Jake…”
“He told you to call me. To talk to me.”
“I’m your mother.”
“Keep telling yourself that. Hey, did Thomas tell you that he and Hunter threatened me. Because I called Jade for a ride?”
“I just got done telling you… you…”
I can almost hear Thomas standing there. The change in Rebecca’s tone. Almost like she’s afraid.
“What?” I ask.
“You put her life in danger with that call,” Rebecca says. “You can never do that again.”
“Okay then,” I say. “Tell Thomas I said hello. And go enjoy another drink. Just do me a favor… don’t drive drunk this time and almost kill yourself. And someone else.”
I end the call.
The apartment is silent but nothing feels silent. It’s like the place is screaming.
I turn my phone off and go into the bedroom. I hit the bed and shut my eyes.
I sleep and sleep hard.
My dreams are plagued by Jade. I can’t stop wondering how things are going to be. Either I destroy her and her life or I stand there and watch her get forced into a life with Hunter. She’ll be his little puppet. Never live out her dreams and actually be happy. She’ll just stand there, always looking beautiful. She won’t even feel anything when he touches her. Not like the way she feels when I touch her.
When I open my eyes I expect it to be an hour later. It’s goddamn ten at night. I’ve slept through the entire day. I get up from the bed and feel refreshed. I turn my phone on and there’s one text from Jade.
Can we talk?
Then there’s a voicemail. Jade again.
“Hey Jake, it’s… me. I, uh, sent you a text. I want to talk, please. I just want to… I don’t know. Okay? I just don’t know anything. I don’t want to talk about this on a voicemail. I shouldn’t have even left this message. Shit.”
The voicemail ends when a second voice enters the scene. Jade had been whispering. Calling me when she was with Hunter.
I shake my head.
I’m hungry.
I’m pissed off.
I’m really thirsty.
Yeah, I know the last thing I need to do it go out. But I don’t give a fuck anymore. If I’m going to ruin it all, then I’m going to do it in fashion. I’ll wreck Thomas’ image, Rebecca’s fantasy, and Jade…
Maybe she’s better off being taken care of and unhappy than having anything to do with the mess that’s my life.
When I get to a local bar, I go right for a corner and order a beer and a cheeseburger. I have no intentions of anything happening tonight. I’m going to eat, have a couple drinks, and then go back to my apartment. On the way home, I’m going to stop at a store and get some more to drink. Part of me thinks about stopping by Zeke’s, but that’ll be a late night. Noise and women everywhere.
Maybe that’s what I need.
I look around the bar and see someone already looking at me. She smiles and stands up. She walks her drink to me and is right there, touching my shoulder.
“I’m going to be honest,” she says. “Are you Jake Ziggen?”
“Depends on who’s asking.”
“I heard you got into a fight… three guys…”
“If that’s what you want to believe.”
“I heard you were fucking some guy’s girlfriend in the bathroom.”
“That’s a lie,” I say.
“Oh.”
“Why?”
“Just curious. Stories are flying all around campus.”
“Campus,” I say and nod.
Campus.
I’m supposed to be going to classes. Have been playing hooky for too long now. I don’t want to go near campus though. I’ll end up seeing Jade way too much. Not like we don’t share a fucking house and hallway, right?
“Look, what do you want?” I ask.
“The girl you were with… she’s a friend.”
“Yeah? She tell you I fucked her?”
“Just with your fingers,” the woman says.
“Yeah. That’s what happened. She didn’t have a boyfriend either. Just some asshole that couldn’t make a move like me.”
The woman smiles. She sits next to me. “My name’s Gabby. I’m not afraid of making moves, Jake. Just so you know.”
I stare at her. Nice tan skin. Dark hair. Dark eyes. A top purposely bought a size too small.
Everything about her screams fun.
For one night. Chase away the taste and sting of Jade.
I shake my head. There’s no chasing away Jade.
“Not going to happen,” I say, muttering words I never thought possible. “I’m just grabbing a bite and leaving.”
“Good,” Gabby says. She puts her hand on my leg. “I plan on leaving with you. And I always get what I want.”
She smiles again.
Her eyes are on fire.
Her hand creeping to the inside of my leg and up.
I should slap her hand away, but why? Because of Jade? Jade’s my fucking stepsister. It can’t happen. And right now, she’s probably eating some fancy meal with Hunter. Talking about business and life.
“Be careful what you wish for,” I tell Gabby. “Everything you think you know about me is true. I’ll destroy you, sweetie. And I’ll never call you. I’ll never acknowledge you again unless I want to fuck you again. If you’re good enough.”
“Then I guess I have a lot of work to do tonight.”
I nod.
Good luck. Good fucking luck.
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12.
(Jade)
I don’t exactly know what the hell I’m eating. I was afraid to touch the plate because it looked so pretty. A small piece of meat with some greens on it. A beautiful design made with some kind of dark red sauce that’s a little sweet. The wine is like five hundred dollars a bottle (and that’s cheap) and it doesn’t taste very good.
I force down one glass with dinner and leave it at that.
Hunter sits across from me, smiling the entire time. He’s taken his tie off, some kind of signal that it’s a casual night.
But nothing is casual.
I’m in a dress that’s hugging me too tight. My hair feels all pinned up like I’m going to prom. This is what it’s like to date Hunter. Everything had a look and feel to it. I didn’t ask for any of this, but my father set it up.
Hunter wanted to take me out since we hadn’t seen m
uch of each other since coming back from New York. My father made some calls and this is where I am now. Men walking around in full tux’s, wearing white gloves, there to clean up every crumb that falls off a piece of bread. Women in all black, catering to every need of every guest in the restaurant. The lighting is low, the music all classical, the place feeling so weird.
I just want a burger. Some fries. A cold beer.
Is that so wrong?
Not that this food isn’t very delicious, it’s just not for me.
I bide my time until Hunter reaches across the table and grabs my hands.
“Hey,” he says. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just… tired.”
Hunter frowns. “I’m so sorry you have a bad night of sleep. If I knew…”
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not though,” Hunter says. “That scum piece of shit called you for a ride. From jail.”
“Hunter, it’s fine. He needed help. Jake’s helped me before. I was just returning the favor.”
“Returning the favor,” Hunter nods. “That has a bad tone to it, Jade. I wouldn’t even refer to him if I were you. Last thing we need is rumors of anything. That’s the big concern.”
“Rumors of what?” I ask.
“Come on, Jade. The middle of the night. You and Jake in a car together. Driving. All you need is someone to get a picture of it and it’s the wrong message. Really bad stuff.”
“Oh,” I whisper. “That’s just… silly…”
So silly that it’s true. I drove Jake home… and then he drove me home… fucking me… so hard. So fast. So deep.
“Enough about that,” Hunter says. “Best to leave the trash at the curb. I hope soon enough he’s gone. Let’s talk about you and me.”
“Okay.”
“I can’t stop thinking about our car ride. In New York.”
Hunter grins. His eyes go wide. He’s a really handsome guy, he really is. It’s hard to look at Hunter and not want him. But I just don’t. Any other woman would be happy to have him.
Of course Hunter is talking about when I fell asleep, dreamed of Jake, and woke up to find myself kissing Hunter’s neck.
“I know things are so crazy for you,” Hunter says. “I’ve been respectful and calm. Your father is so persistent about us together. I know he can be overbearing and hard to deal with. I promise you that I’m not forcing myself to be here. And I can’t stop thinking about you… kissing me. It’s driving me wild, Jade. We’ve been, I don’t know, dating for a while, right?”
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