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devilat-thedoor · 1 year ago

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Hands to Yourself Pt3

BABES🤍🤍

Here’s 3! hot and fresh for you. please don’t hate me for this Part🫢 Love you all💖💖

Part 2

Word Count: 11.9k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Unprotected Sex, Oral(m&f receiving), MFF threesome, Swearing, Jake being the absolute sweetest boy🥺

Your eyelids fluttered open before falling shut again. Jake was placing featherlight kisses across your shoulder from where he laid behind you. “Wake up, sweet girl.” He whispered against your skin.

Stirring softly, a smile pulled at your lips. “Hmmm. Too early.” You mumbled, feeling his hand slide up and down your side. His morning erection was pressing into your ass and you made sure to scoot back against him at just the right angle, eliciting a sharp hiss from him.

“You’re evil, you know that?” His voice still had a sleepy rasp to it and the sound sent butterflies through your stomach. “I didn’t get to feel you at all last night, love.” He let his hand wander from your hip, his fingers toying with the hem of your panties. “Can I?” Jake already knew the answer to the question before he asked it. He could feel the need radiating from you in the way you lazily rubbed your ass over his covered dick, quiet hums leaving your throat. His fingers dipped into the waistband, immediately finding your clit.

You turned your head to look at him, his chin resting on your arm as his fingers danced over your sensitive spot. “Kiss me, Jake.” You breathed out. He obliged, his lips connecting with yours in a heated passion. You moaned into his mouth and he took the opportunity to let his tongue glide in, wrestling with your own. “Need you, baby.” Reaching between your bodies, you palmed his dick, rubbing it through the fabric.

“Anything you want, pretty baby.” He pulled his hand from your panties and lifted your leg. “Pull them to the side.” He directed and you listened, removing your hand from him to carry out the command. You could feel him push his boxers down and stroke himself. “Take a breath for me, love.” He muttered against your skin.

You hadn’t even realized you’d been holding your breath in anticipation, but just as you filled your lungs with air, Jake knocked it right back out of you, burying himself in your silky warmth. “Oh Jake…” It came out as a sigh.

Jake snaked his arm under you, wrapping it across your chest, holding you flush against him. The other hand dropped your leg, and draped over your abdomen. You couldn’t move a muscle and he didn’t want you to. He drew his hips back slowly and pushed back into you. “So perfect.” He huffed in your ear, “Like you were made just for me.” His lips brushed your neck as he spoke.

He was so gentle with you, every languid thrust full of love. You didn’t fight him to go faster, you just let it be, feeling him rock into you. “Mmmm. Just for you, baby.” You gave a small arch to your back, allowing his cock to brush over the perfect spot inside of you and causing you to clench around him at the sensation. He repeated the movement a few more times, feeling you begin to tighten, before detaching from you. “Jake no-” You turned to look at him, as he moved to sit up against the headboard.

“Shhh, come here, love.” His hand reached for you and you climbed to straddle him, “I wanna see this beautiful face when you come undone.” Just as he tucked away the stray hair that fell from your bun, you sunk onto his length. You gripped the headboard for leverage and rolled your hips. “That’s it, baby. Nice and slow.” Jake grasped your hips, keeping you moving at a steady pace.

You dropped your arms to his shoulders, letting your forehead rest on his. “I fucking love you, Jake.” The two of you held eye contact as his fingers dug deeper in your flesh. You started to pick up speed, gliding up and down on his cock and it was pushing you both closer to the edge. “I’m so fucking close, baby.”

“I know, love. I can feel you.” His arms circled your waist, holding you tightly as he began bucking up into you. He timed every thrust with the drop of your hips and soon enough, you were unraveling. “That’s good, Y/N. So fucking good.” Your hands cupped his face, eyes still locked together, and you were plummeting into the abyss of your climax, Jake jumping in after you. He laced a hand into your locks, guiding your mouth onto his, greedily eating up every sound you made until he finally spilled into you. “I love you. God, do I fucking love you, baby.” He mumbled under his breath as your bodies stopped moving.

Taking a few moments to bask in the feeling of your afterglow, you rolled off of Jake, landing on your back with a soft thud to the mattress. You could feel his release beginning to leak out of you and made a move to get up, but Jake yanked you back down with pleading eyes, silently begging you to stay. “Jakey, I gotta go to the bathroom.” You dragged yourself from his hold, ignoring his pouty lip and watched as he dramatically buried his face in a pillow.

The cold tiles of the bathroom floor sent a shiver up your spine. You cranked the knobs on the shower, water spouting out of the high pressure head. Waiting for it to get hot, you proceeded to brush your teeth, thoughts from the night before on repeat in your mind. The image of Jake, so vulnerable in your arms, completely crumbling in Sage’s hand. She was right when she said it was intense. It was fun, but that look on her face as she was leaving the room… Something deep down was telling you that this thing with Sage, whatever it may be, was going to blow up in your face. And yet, you still found yourself wanting to do it all over again.

Stepping into the shower, you let the stream run over your body, washing away the thoughts in your head. “You didn’t even ask me if I wanted to join?” Your eyes snapped open to see Jake, standing in the opening of the frosted door, a look of faux hurt on his face.

“You’re such a baby.” You playfully rolled your eyes and made room for Jake to climb in. “No funny business, Jacob. I have to be out of here to pick the truck up by noon.” You poked him in his chest before turning to retrieve the shampoo from the shelf.

He took the bottle from you after you squeezed some into your hand, taking a glob for himself. “I thought it wasn’t gonna be done until tuesday?” He massaged the product into his scalp, mimicking your routine.

“That’s what I had assumed. Frank called yesterday and said they had it done early, didn’t really need much.” You gave a shrug, “Switch sides.” You and Jake moved around each other so that you were beneath the water again. Tilting your head to rinse the shampoo from your hair, you felt a pair of soapy hands land on your breasts. “Jake!” You couldn’t hide your smile as your head shot up, pushing his hands away.

He smirked at you, taking your hips to move you behind him so he could rinse his hair. “What else am I supposed to do when you put your tits in my face?” You watched as he scrubbed at his head, washing away the suds, the muscles in his arms flexing with each movement. “I can feel you staring at me, love.” He peeked an eye open.

You finished pulling some conditioner through your ends, and inched closer to him. “I can’t help it, you’re just so yummy.” You caught his lips in a kiss, giggling as you did so. Your fingers raked through Jake’s hair, aiding in removing the soap. His hands circled around your back and hauled your naked body flush against his. Your nails scratched at his scalp, drawing a groan of delight from his throat.

Jake’s cock twitched against your leg and he pulled back to look at you, “And you thought I was gonna be the one to cause trouble.” He gave your ass a firm smack, earning a yelp from you. “Wash up, you’re not gonna blame me for you being late.” He laughed, stepping aside so you could finish your shower.

“Sir, yes sir.” You gave him an exaggerated salute and he just shook his head in return. You finished cleansing yourself and left Jake with a quick peck before exiting the bathroom, wrapped in a plush towel.

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It had been a hectic few weeks. With summer hitting fast and hard, the food truck was seeing some of its busiest days. A lot of your cooks were leaving for vacations, leaving you swamped in work. Days were long and they left you exhausted. Some nights you’d get home with enough time to eat dinner with Jake and maybe snuggle up for a movie. But other nights, you would get held up, cleaning the truck up after parking it in the rented garage, lucky if you even had the energy to shower before falling into bed. Jake knew you were burning yourself out. Your mood swings were out of control, sex drive was low. He was taking the brunt of your unwarranted attitude, but he never held it against you. Always made a point to be home, waiting with a cup of tea, or a glass of wine for the especially stressful days, when you’d come in the door in the evening. It was nearing the end of June and you just had one of the most nerve-racking days of work you’d ever experienced. You were short staffed, stretched too thin, customers were unusually mean and your exhaustion was really catching up to you, hitting you like a 10 ton truck. Opting to close up early, you made it back home by 3pm,

When you walked in the door, you were met by Jake. He was just about to leave for a meeting with the guys and their management. “You’re home early today. Everything okay?” He looked up at you as he fumbled with his keys, catching sight of your tired eyes and trembling lip. “Woah, hey. Love, what’s wrong?” You couldn’t answer him. An involuntary sob ripped from your throat as you collapsed, your knees buckling beneath you. Jake dropped everything in hands, reaching out to catch you and slid down to the floor, holding you against him. Your cries were loud, you could barely get a breath in between sobs. Jake smoothed his hand over your hair as you grasped at his shirt. “Y/N, hey. Baby, you’re freaking me out, can you look at me?” But when you looked up at him, his heart shattered at the sight. You hit a breaking point, completely in pieces. “Alright, I got you, sweet girl.” He held your head over his heart with one hand and fished his phone from his pocket with the other. Through your ragged breathing, you could hear the ringing on his phone as he put it up to his ear. You tried to stop crying, but with every shuddering breath, more tears followed. A voice came through the other end of the phone. “Josh, I’m not gonna make it.” His twin must’ve heard you through the line. “I don’t know, man… No, she’s not okay… Alright, thanks.” He hung up, dropping his phone to the floor beside him. “C’mon, love. Let’s get you off the floor.” He helped you up, wrapping his arm around you, and walked you to the couch. He laid you across the cushions, brushing his thumb across your cheek to wipe the tears. “I’ll be right back, okay?” You gave him a half-hearted nod and then he was gone.

Jake was back after a minute or so, you hadn’t realized that you stopped crying. You just laid there, curled into a ball, staring at the wall. He had the duvet from your bed, one of his old t-shirts and a pillow. He dropped the pillow and blanket, “Baby, can you stand up for me?” Your body did all the work so your aching brain didn’t have to. Once you were back on your feet, swaying slightly, Jake knelt down, he unlaced your sneakers, pulling them from your feet before unbuttoning your shorts and sliding them down your legs, waiting for you to step out of them. Once they were off, he straightened back up and pulled your dirty work tank top over your head and unclasped your bra, letting them both fall to the floor. You allowed him to pull the t-shirt over you, only helping him by sliding your arms through the sleeves.

“Jake, I’m so tired.” You spoke through a shaky breath, falling back onto the sofa. Jake moved the pillow to lay under your head and draped the duvet over your shivering body.

“I know, my love.” He sat on the floor beside the couch, lightly running his fingers through your hair and down your face, “Go to sleep, I’m right here.” He watched as your eyes fluttered shut. His heart ached, seeing you fall apart like this. It was one of the worst things he’s ever felt. He waited for your breathing to even out to be sure you were finally asleep before getting up to retrieve his phone from the front hallway floor.

Jake made quick work of cleaning the house up, taking care of the few dishes in the sink, washing the week’s laundry, and cooking a small dinner. He’d allowed you to sleep for a few hours but he knew you hadn’t eaten anything and didn’t want you to sleep through the night on an empty stomach. He sat on the edge of the couch, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “Wake up, beautiful girl.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple when you stirred.

You peeped one eye open, “What time is it?”

“Going on 6:30. I want you to eat something” He brushed the hair away from your face as you sat up. “I made you grilled cheese.”

His smile was so sweet, it melted your heart. “Did you really, Jake?” Your stomach grumbled at the sound of your favorite Jake-cooked meal. “With tomato soup?”

Jake chuckled at your question, “Of course. Stay here, I’ll get you a plate.”

You sat up, rubbing the heels of your palms into your burning eyes. You couldn’t remember the last time you had broken down like that. Part of you felt embarrassed that Jake had witnessed it, but even worse at how you’d been treating him the past few weeks. When he came back into the room, you were silent. Lost in your own head and staring into space.

He put the plate down on the coffee table and sat beside you, placing his hand on your knee. “Where is your mind at, love?” His touch was so gentle, coaxing you to look at him. But when you did, your eyes were shiny, tears threatening to spill over your lashes again. “Oh baby, no. My heart can’t handle seeing you cry again.”

It was too late, the first tear slid down your cheek. “Jake, I’m so sorry. I have been a nightmare to deal with.” You buried your face in your hands as your shoulders shook with silent sobs. “You’ve been so understanding and so supportive and I’ve just been a raging bitch. I’m sorry.” Your head hurt from crying, but you couldn’t stop. Jake’s hand wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “I don’t deserve this, Jake. I don’t.” You tried to push out of his hold, but he only tightened it. You gave up, melting into him. He smelled so Jake and it was the most comforting thing in the world.

He let you cry into his chest for as long as you needed to. When he heard your sniffles stop, his voice was soft as velvet, “Hey.” He waited for you to look at him before continuing. “You deserve every bit of love and support you get and then some.” He left a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t ever think, not for a second, that I don't absolutely and entirely love every single part of you. The good and the raging bitch.” You giggled at the last part and his heart warmed at the sound. “We all have our days, love. You had to put up with me after that god awful set at Coachella and I think you deserve an award for that alone. And we were only dating for a few months at that point.”

“Oh Lord.” You faked a cringe, wiping your cheeks with a laugh. “You’re right. My mental breakdown must’ve been a cake walk compared to that.”

Jake laughed quietly before his tone took on a serious note again, “You had me really scared earlier, Y/N. You need to give yourself a break.” He took a breath, “You’re overworking yourself and it’s taking a toll on your mental and physical health. Take a week off.” He was almost begging you and the look in his eyes was killing you. “Just a week, it’ll give you time to rest and by the time it’s over, you’ll have most of your staff back.”

You thought over his request for a moment, searching for a compromise. You knew you needed the break, but it was hard to just drop everything. “I’ll have to finish this week out, I can’t let the inventory go to waste.” You chewed on your lip, anticipating an argument, but Jake just nodded. As understanding as he always is. “After I close up on Friday, I will take a week off. I promise.”

“Perfect. Now eat, please.” Jake leaned forward to grab your plate, sitting it on his lap. It wasn’t lost on you how easily he could settle your anxiety and it only made you love him more.

You plucked half of one of the sandwiches from the dish and dunked it into the small bowl of soup before taking a big bite. “Best grilled cheese ever.” You mumbled around the food as Jake picked up the other half of the sandwich and chomped down on it.

After housing two full sandwiches, you brushed your teeth and let Jake tuck you into bed early. “Are you gonna stay with me?” You whispered, eyes already heavy, as you reached for his hand.

His eyes crinkled in the corners as he smiled down at you. “Forever.” He turned the light off, crawling into bed beside you, still in his clothes from the day. “I love you, beautiful.” He kissed the top of your head, listening to your soft snores as you drifted into slumber.

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When Friday finally came, you were beyond grateful. You made sure everything was squared away and taken care of for you to have your week off. The day was going by smoothly and you welcomed it as the hours flew by. It was almost 4pm and the customers were dwindling down. “Toasted Turkey, no cheese, for James!” You called, leaning out the window of your truck with the bag. A man stepped up, offering a friendly ‘thanks’ and placing a few bills into the tip cup resting on the window ledge. “Thank you so much, have a great day!” You gave him your best customer service smile as he walked away. Just as you pulled your head back into the truck, you caught sight of the long, ashy brown hair out of your peripheral.

Sage stood in front of the window, her bright smile beaming. “Hey, Y/N.” She was wearing a skin tight, casual, olive green t-shirt dress and a pair of black, high top converse to match.

You leaned back out the frame, resting your hands on the ledge. “Sage! Hey, babe. What brings you here?” You gave a sweet smile.

“I told you I was going to come and try your food one of these days.” She twirled the stands of her ponytail between her fingers. “I was in the city today and figured I’d better come get a taste of that BLT that Dess was raving about.” She was so effortlessly pretty as she spoke.

“Okay, I can definitely whip that up for you, give me five minutes.” You moved around the truck, pulling ingredients to build the sandwich while your cook, Ally, waited on the next customer. You wrapped the food up neatly as you finished, heading back to the window. “Here you go, hun. It’s on the house.”

Sage stepped back up, “Oh, Y/N, no. I’m gonna pay.” She countered, digging into her wallet and pulling out a $10 bill. “Here.”

You shook your head, “Tell you what, leave it in the tip jar for my cook.”

“Okay, fair enough.” She gave you a smirk, pushing the money into the jar. “Thank you for this, I’ll be sure to give an honest review.” She winked at you before turning to leave with a wave, “I’ll see you around.”

Watching her hips sway as she sauntered down the sidewalk, you called out to her, prompting her to turn back to you. “Sage, wait!” Pulling your body back in the window, you turned to Ally, “Hey, cover me for a minute, I’ll be right back.” You stumbled out the door of the truck, jogging to meet Sage where she stopped. “Are you busy right now?”

She raised her eyebrow, “No, but you are.” She laughed, gesturing to the truck behind you. “Don’t you need to be in there?”

You glanced back at the truck, there were no new customers waiting in line. “No. Well yeah.” You scratched the back of your neck, “It’s been a slow day, I’m thinking about shutting down early, if you maybe wanted to stick around and hangout after?”

She thought about it for a moment, rolling the idea around her head before giving a slow nod. “Yeah, I’ll hangout. How long do you think you’ll be?”

“Uhh, give me like 20 minutes to close everything down and send Ally off. Do you have your car?” Sage shook her head and told you she took a Lyft into the city and was planning on getting one back home. “You can just ride back to the garage in the truck with me and we can go to my place from there?” Your tone was hopeful and you couldn’t hide it.

“Okay, yeah. Sounds good.” She grinned, “I’ll just sit out here and eat while I wait.”

“Cool. Okay.” You turned and walked back to the truck. You sped through your clean up, giving Ally her tips from the day and telling her to enjoy her week off. Using the hand towel hanging from your back pocket, you wiped the sweat off of your forehead and climbed out of the truck, looking for Sage. She sat on a bench a few feet from you, clicking away on her phone. “You ready?” You held your hand up, shielding the sun from your eyes as you looked at her.

She stood from the bench and walked towards you. “Yep! Odessa was not exaggerating about your cooking. That sandwich was amazing.” She gently shoved your shoulder and you felt your cheeks heat from the compliment. “You’re gonna have to recommend something for me to try next time.”

You ushered her into the front of the truck, guiding her to the passenger seat before climbing into your own seat. “It’s hard to recommend anything. I stare at that food all day, every day. It’s barely appetizing to me anymore.” You thought over it for a second before deciding on something to offer up. “The Smokey Mountain Mama.”

She shifted in her seat to face you, “I’m sorry. The what?”

Chuckling softly, you began driving down the street, “It’s the name of a sandwich on the menu!” You clarified, listing the ingredients to her. “It starts with a black garlic infused, toasted sourdough, then it gets a cherry smoked ham, a super smoky bacon jam and topped with smoked gouda and cheddar. Then we let it steam to bring all the flavors together.” You finished, glancing at her.

She hummed in thought. “Wow. That actually sounds great.” Settling back into the seat, she remained silent for a couple minutes. When she spoke, her voice was so quiet, you almost didn’t hear her. “I’ve been thinking about that night. About you and Jake and me. A lot.”

“Oh…” You weren’t sure what to say. “Like good thoughts… or regretful ones?”

You turned the truck into the garage then, shifting it into park. When she didn’t answer, you killed the engine, turning to face her completely. “Sage, if I made you uncomfortable in any way…”

Sage cut you off before you could finish. “No no no. It’s nothing like that.” She assured you. “After I left that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about how hot it all was. The dynamic and intimacy between you and Jake, I was craving that for myself. I wanted hi-” She stuttered over words as if she’d slipped up, “I wanted someone to look at me the way he looked at you.” She twiddled her fingers in her lap. “I chased that feeling and it led me straight into bed with a man I met at a bar.”

“Wait, You let a stranger take your virginity?” Your eyes searched her face. “Sage, are you okay after that?” You couldn’t hide your concern, remembering that she told you she’d never slept with a man before. But you were shocked when she brushed it off, as if she was unbothered.

“Yeah, no I'm fine.” She shook her head softly, “But I didn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. Couldn’t help but want it to be someone else.” She didn’t elaborate any further. When you stayed quiet she spoke up again, “I’m sorry if this is weird to talk about.”

You reached across the front seat and took her hand in yours. “No, not at all.” You brushed your thumb over her knuckles, feeling slightly guilty, but unsure of why. “Hey, let’s just get back to my place, crack open a bottle of Jake’s whiskey and we can really unpack what happened.” Sage nodded, following you as you hopped out of the truck and locked it up. You closed the garage door, locking it behind you and got into your own car, parked in the side alleyway.

The drive home was short and mostly silent between the two of you. The only noise coming from the music that flowed through your car speakers. When you pulled up in front of your house, you noticed another car aside from Jake’s. “Shit…” You mumbled the curse under your breath.

Sage looked at you as he unbuckled her seatbelt. “What?” She opened the door, stepping out.

You followed her out before answering, “Sammy’s here.” You slammed the car door shut, turning towards the house. “I was not prepared to face this apology today.” You said it to yourself, but Sage heard it.

“Apology for what?” She fell into step beside you as you walked up the path. You quickly briefed her on your actions at the bar the night you had met her, finishing right as you made it to the front door. “One brother isn’t enough?” She laughed as though she was joking, but there was a hint of something in her tone. Disgust, almost?

You drew your brows together, before shaking the feeling in your chest away. Stop trying to find issues that don’t exist. “Okay, just drop it, now.” You twisted the knob, pushing the door open. After kicking your shoes off in the front hall, you stalked towards the kitchen to find Jake and his brother sitting on the stools at the island, having what seemed like a heated debate.

Jake had his mouth open, getting ready to counter whatever Sam had said. His eyes flashed to you and his face softened instantly. “Hi, my love.” Sam turned around then, his face flushed a bright pink shade.

You crossed the kitchen to Jake, snaking your arms around his neck to leave a kiss on his perfectly soft lips. His palm flattened against your lower back, just above your ass as you pulled back from his mouth. He raised his eyebrows at you, flicking his gaze to Sam then back at you. You gave a pout and an eye roll like a toddler, finally turning to face his baby brother. “Sammy…” You trailed off, unsure of how to even begin to apologize. “Listen, you know how I get when I mix my liquors.” He’d been avoiding eye contact up until that moment, allowing his eyes to meet yours. “It’s no excuse for what I did, but I can’t take it back and I’m sorry.” Your puppy dog eyes were pleading for his forgiveness and he couldn’t deny you of it.

His lips twitched at the corners as he tried to keep a straight face, “We don’t have to talk about it. Let’s forget it happened and move on.” He stood up to wrap you in a famous Sammy bear hug, Leaning down to whisper in your ear while looking at Jake, “I always knew you wanted me more than my brother.” He couldn’t stop the cackle that ripped from his mouth as Jake told him to shut up, smacking him in the arm.

You scoffed, echoing Sam’s laughter while you pushed him away from you. “God, Sammy, you’re so right. Take me right here, right now!” You slapped your palms on the island countertop, unable to stop your incessant giggles from the joke. Sam gripped his sides, throwing his head back, laughing harder.

“Alright, you two, Enough of whatever this is.” Jake interrupted, trying to stifle his own chuckle. He stood from his stool to pull you back against him, his hand flat across your tummy, and pointed his finger at Sam in a faux warning.

You had forgotten that Sage came in with you until you heard her clear her throat from the kitchen doorway, alerting everyone of her presence. When all eyes snapped to her, she gave an awkward wave. “Oh.” You looked up at Jake and back to her, “Sage came to hangout for a bit, we had a plan to break into your whiskey cabinet.”

“Why does it have to be the whiskey?” Jake spoke into your hair. “Please don’t touch-”

You whipped around in his hold cutting him off, “I know which bottles are off limits, Jacob.” You poked the tip of his nose before turning to face Sam. “You’d better say bye before you leave.” Sam only offered his two middle fingers in return and you put your hand over your chest as though you’d been shot, while you walked out of the room.

Sage followed you into the spare bedroom that Jake had turned into his office and makeshift study. You went straight for the liquor cabinet that sat beneath the window to the left. Grabbing two of the crystal glasses from the top of it and a bottle from inside, you turned around to Sage. “Let’s go into my room, I wanna change out of these clothes.” When you entered your room, you stopped at Jake’s dresser, setting the two glasses down to fill them. Handing one off to Sage, you picked your own up, “Cheers.” You both clinked the glasses together, swallowing the liquid down.

“No way people enjoy drinking that” She cringed, looking at you with a sour expression. “That tastes like poison.”

“Naaah. This is one of Jake’s favorites. He’s always got at least three bottles in there.” You smiled, filling the glasses for a second time. “I used to hate it, but the taste grew on me and now it’s one I always reach for. Besides, it gets you drunk fast.” You raised your eyebrows at her before tipping your next shot back.

She took a deep breath before following suit and taking her own shot. You could tell she had to fight to swallow it the second time, but she finally got it down. “I guess it’s not that bad.” She tried to cover her grimace with a smile.

You placed the glass back on the dresser before pulling your shirt off. Sage had her eyes on you as you slid your denim shorts off and began rummaging through Jake’s t-shirt drawer. Your hands finally landed on the shirt you wanted, ripping it from the bottom of the stack. It was your favorite and Jake always tried to hide it from you. An acid washed, black tee with hemmed sleeves and a red Levi’s logo in the center. You yanked the shirt over your head, the length of it landing just above the backs of your thighs. Looking down at yourself, you sighed with content and grabbed the bottle of alcohol from the dresser. “This is my vacation, I’m not putting pants on.” You shrugged, moving to sit on the bed and patting the space beside you for Sage to join.

“Hey, I don’t blame you.” She held her hands up.

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You and Sage had continued to drink, the both of you feeling quite the buzz as the contents of the bottle dwindled. It had been almost two hours of you guys just laying across the bed, taking shots and sharing stories. Jake popped his head in the room once to see what you were up to before heading back to his brother. You’d fallen into a comfortable silence for a few minutes when Sage looked to your nightstand and saw the picture of Jake you had framed beneath the lamp. “Oh wow.” She flipped onto her stomach to get a better look at the photo. “This is Jake?”

You rolled over, your body landing right against hers. “Yeah, who else would it be?” Looking at the picture, you couldn’t help your grin. It was from one of his shows. He was on stage, mid strum with his head thrown back, fingers caressing the frets of his guitar with bright lights shining behind him. “He just oozes sex appeal when he’s performing. The confidence he has on stage is one of the sexiest things about him. This was the show where I realized I was in love with him.”

“You’re right, he really does ooze sex appeal.” Sage turned her head to you, “You get to fall into bed with that man every night. Imagine how jealous everyone else must be.”

You rolled onto your back, staring up at the ceiling with a heavy sigh. “I’ve been neglecting him.” The confession came out before you could stop it. Whiskey always makes your word vomit worse. “I’ve been completely overworking myself these past few weeks. I haven’t made any time for him. I come home and I’m too tired to do anything.” You dragged a hand through your knotted hair, “I lost my sex drive and I mean, it’s not like he’s upset or angry about it, but I know it’s been a huge change from how things usually are.” You sat up abruptly, looking down at Sage. “I couldn’t even fathom the thought of sex for almost three weeks, but when I walked into the kitchen today and saw him sitting there, I wanted to jump him. Like, I literally wanted to fuck him right then and there. I didn’t care if you and Sammy were watching. Is that weird?”

Sage sat up too, the both of you facing each other. “Is it weird that seeing your boyfriend makes you horny? Girl, no. He’s hot.”

Your eyes dropped to the loose threads on your shirt. “I don’t think it was just him though.” The words came out in a whisper. You reached over, pinching the bottom hem of Sage’s dress between your fingers, “This color looks really good on you.” When you eventually looked back up at her, her eyes were on your mouth. Before you could process anything, her lips were on yours, her tongue pushing into your mouth. Your eyes fluttered as she pushed you to lay on your back, crawling over you. She held her weight with one hand, while the other slid up your bare thigh. Sage pulled away to drop her lips to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your jaw. “Wait. Sage, I can’t. Not without Jake.” Your hands grabbed her shoulders, pushing her away. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this without him here. It doesn’t feel right.”

She sat back on her heels, her cheeks flushed and lips slightly puffy. “Can you get him to come in here?” Her voice sounded desperate and she tried to cover it up, “I mean, if you want to…”

“Okay.” The word squeaked out. “Hand me my phone.” She reached over and grabbed the device from Jake’s nightstand, placing it in your hand. “Can you kiss my neck again, like you were just doing?”

Sage gave you a confused look, but obliged, hovering over you again. When her lips connected with your skin, you snapped a photo, making sure to wear an expression of pure bliss as you clicked the shutter. Sage looked up at you with a devilish grin. “I see what you’re doing. You want an even better picture for him?” She gave you no time to answer before yanking her dress up and over her head, leaving her in just her bra, skimpy panties and socks.

You smirked at her as your eyes raked over her frame, sitting up to pull Jake’s shirt off and you took it a step further, removing your bra as well. You laid back down and grabbed Sage’s hand, placing it over your right breast. Your hand found the back of her neck, guiding her lips onto yours. You snapped another picture and Sage sat up again. Typing a quick message to Jake, you sent the two photos through a text.

You 8:12pm: 2 New Photos

You 8:13pm: I think it’s time to send Sammy home��

It only took a few minutes for you to hear the shuffling of feet, the front door opening and closing and then Jake’s footsteps tromping through the house.

He appeared in the doorway to find you and Sage, kneeling on the bed side by side. “What kind of stunt are you trying to pull?” He moved towards the bed, stopping in front of you. “Sending me pictures like that, doing those things while my little brother is right down the hall.” His hand came up to cup your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple, causing it to stiffen to a peak.

You reached for him, pulling him closer to you by the waistband of his jeans and popping the button on them. “How else was I supposed to get your attention, lover?” You feigned innocence as you looked up at him.

He brought his hand up to your chin and pushed his thumb into your mouth. “You could’ve just asked for it.” His thumb slid deeper and you were growing wetter by the second. “But you just couldn’t resist being a fucking brat.” He ripped his finger from your mouth, giving your cheek a light slap. You could feel Sage shift beside you and Jake caught sight of it out of his peripheral vision. He reached out to brush his thumb over her bottom lip, the same one that was just in your mouth. “I haven’t forgotten about this mouth.” You took the opportunity to unzip his pants and pull his erection out. “But you could use a few lessons.” Sage’s eye went wide at his condescending tone. He simply smirked and dropped his hand, his gaze falling upon you once again as you worked your hand over him. “You want to show her, Y/N? You know just how I like my cock sucked, don’t you pretty baby?”

You chewed on your lip, nodding quickly. “Can I, Jakey?” Leaning forward, you let your tongue roll over the hot flesh of his tip, lapping up the precum that accumulated. “Take your pants off, baby. Don’t wanna ruin them.”

Jake gave you his warmest smile, removing all of his clothing. When he stood straight, he gathered your hair into a ponytail, knotting it around his fist. “Pay attention, Sage.” He spat the command at her before bringing his attention back to you, “Open, love.” He hooked his thumb between your teeth, yanking your jaw wide. Your eyes held onto his as he guided himself into your mouth, just the tip at first, pulling out a little then pushing in further. It felt like forever before he finally tapped the back of your throat, a sharp exhale leaving his lungs. You let your lips close around him, a satisfied hum vibrated from you and he shuddered at the feeling. Slowly, Jake started fucking into your mouth. Your tongue danced along the underside of his cock, brushing over his most prominent vein. Jake’s head dropped back, his breathing becoming heavier.

Suddenly Sage had her hand on your thigh, her fingers trailed upwards. Your eyes fell shut at the featherlight touch. A moan bubbled up, muffled by Jake’s dick in your mouth, when she let her hand roam over your covered core. Jake’s head snapped up at the sound. His eyes landed on her hand, caressing you over your panties, and he twitched on your tongue. He pulled out of your mouth and released his hold on your hair. You opened your eyes, seeing Jake’s lust filled expression and followed his gaze to where Sage was teasing you. Turning to look at her, you found her eyes already on you. You leaned forward, capturing her lips with your own. The kiss grew heated fast, and soon, you had her on her back, leaving wet kisses down her throat and over the swell of her breasts. You cupped her over her bra and continued down her toned body. She was writhing under you by the time you made it to her hips, the tip of your tongue darting out to flick over her hip bone, resting right above the hem of her thong. “Can I take these off?” You looked at her through your lashes, fingers hooked into her panties. Sage gave a quick nod, licking her lips. You wasted no time in pulling them from her legs, dropping them to bed.

Jake’s eyes were burning into your skin behind you. You pulled your hair to one side, looking back at him with a devious smirk, before turning back to Sage. You kept your ass in the air as you rested on your knees and gave it a small shake for him. Kissing the inside of Sage’s thigh, you pulled a finger through her folds, putting a bit of pressure on her clit. She practically purred at the feeling and you finally allowed your mouth to take her. You flattened your tongue, licking a slow, broad stripe over the wetness. Jake brought his hands to your ass, massaging over the plush skin for a moment. Then he was pulling your own panties down, letting them bunch at your bended knees. Just as your mouth closed around Sage’s clit, Jake pushed a finger into you without warning, drawing a low groan from you that reverberated against Sage. Her fingers laced through your hair, pulling softly.

Mimicking Jake’s movements, you pushed your middle finger into Sage, causing her back to arch off the bed with a pitched moan. “Oh my god…” You could feel her grinding into your mouth, begging for more, “Fuck. Please don’t stop.” Her plea made you smile against her, adding another finger and pushing back into her.

Jake pulled his fingers from you and pulled your panties off the rest of the way. He placed his hands on your back, pushing on your hips until they were almost flat against the mattress, your legs spread as far as they could go. Then he was plunging inside of you. The sudden fullness of him, causing you to rip your mouth from Sage. “Christ, Jake.” It came out in a pant.

He smoothed his hand over your spine, “Don’t stop, Y/N. She asked nicely.” He pulled out and drove back into you again, knocking the wind from your lungs as he spoke through gritted teeth. “I want you to make her cum, while I make you cum, my sweet girl.”

You answered with a shuddered moan as he continued to fuck into you and dropped back to Sage’s core. Your fingers curled inside her, working over her fleshy sensitive spot. She felt every moan that spilled from your mouth as you sucked her swollen bud between your lips. She was clenching around your fingers, her hands becoming more desperate as they scratched your scalp, searching for anything to keep her tethered to the planet. You kept working her over, your tongue unrelenting. Jake knew by the sounds she was making that you almost had her there and he picked up his pace. His hips snapped into you harder, his skin slapping with yours, the noise echoing through the bedroom. “I’m gonna- Oh- I-” Sage’s words were choked as her orgasm crashed around her in waves. “Fuck, Y/N.” You pulled your mouth from her, fucking her with your fingers as she rode though the climax, panting through her whimpers.

You made a show of looking back at Jake as you pulled your fingers from her dripping cunt, bringing them to your mouth to lick her release from them. His pupils exploded and he pulled out of you, quickly flipping you on to your back and reentering your soaked core with just his tip. “You wanna cum now, love?” His voice was laced with the sweetest sin as he spoke, “I know you want it.” His hand cupped your cheek. You gave a lazy nod and his grip went to your throat as he leaned over your naked body. “Beg for it.”

And you did, “Do it, Jakey. Please fuck me, baby.” You rolled your hips into him, pleading for more. His hand tightened on your throat, signaling that you needed to do better than that. You put on the most desperate, whiny voice you could muster and looked straight into his big, brown eyes. “Make me feel good, baby. Fill me up the way only you can, pleeeease.” You drew your brows together, offering him a lost puppy look and his resolve crumbled. Releasing your throat, his hands grabbed at your legs, pulling you to the very edge of the bed and effectively filling you up completely with the new proximity. “Oh fuck, Jake. That’s so good, baby.” You felt like you couldn’t breath, the effects he had on you were mind boggling. Jake picked up his pace, forcing you closer to pure bliss. Sage crawled over you then, her warm mouth falling over your right breast.

Jake’s hands went to your hips, lifting them slightly to drive into you at a new angle and your moans grew louder. “That’s it, my love. Almost there.” His voice was almost choked, “Doing so well, baby.” His thumbs gently caressed the skin over your hip bones.

Sage let her hand trail down over your tummy and to your pussy, her fingers circling your clit. Her lips brushed your ear as she whispered, “I bet he feels so good, filling you up like that.” You felt the tip of her tongue flick over your lobe and your eyes disappeared into the back of your head. Jake could feel your walls fluttering around him, but Sage beat him to his final command. “Be a good girl and let go on his perfect cock, Y/N.”

The words didn’t sound quite right leaving her mouth, but the combination of Jake’s pointed thrusts and her fingers moving over you, it threw you into the depths. You couldn’t form a coherent thought as the sensation rippled through you. Your chest heaved, mouth wide open with every shaky breath that escaped you. You were close to overstimulation and Jake knew. He grabbed Sage’s wrist, pulling her hand away from your body. “Stop, it’s gonna start hurting her.” She didn’t say anything, just stared up at him. He slowed his pace to a near stop, aiding you in your comedown. When your breathing finally evened out, he pulled his stiff length out of you and sat on the bed beside you, taking your hand in his.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, bringing your hand up to press his lips to your knuckles. A smile twitched at the corners of your mouth. “Baby, you still need to-”

He cut you off, shushing you, “I’m okay, love.” And you knew he was, but you wanted him to cum, he deserved it.

You looked to Sage where she sat, eyes on Jake’s throbbing cock. “Jake, let Sage finish you off.” You could see the way he was fighting with the idea before he eventually nodded, giving in to your sweet gaze.

“Okay.” He leaned over, opening his nightstand and fishing out a condom. A box you only got into when you were on your period. He ripped the packet open and sat back, sliding the rubber over his dick. You glanced at Sage, a hint of disappointment evident on her face as she watched him. When she noticed you looking at her, her cheeks burned a bright red and she looked down, attempting to hide her face. Jake picked up on the odd shift in the air. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He brushed your hair from your face as you laid beside him.

Sage caught your eyes once more before you looked up at Jake and gave a soft nod, “If Sage is okay with it.” You and Jake turned your gazes to her in unison, waiting for her cue. There was a nagging in your subconscious, screaming at you to stop this, a feeling of uncertainty that told you this was a mistake. But your curiosity got the better of you and you kept your mouth shut, staring at Sage.

She shuffled across the bed to Jake, pushing his shoulders until he laid flat on the mattress. You watched in silence as she threw one leg over his waist, straddling him. Jake slid one hand over the sheets, weaving it with yours and rested the other on her thigh. He let out a soft exhale as Sage sunk onto him with ease and began moving without hesitation. Your face contorted in confusion. Jake was in no way small. His girth alone would be enough to leave a sting for someone as inexperienced with men as she claimed to be, but coupled with the length of him… She didn’t show an ounce of discomfort on her face as she rode him. Her hands came to his chest, searching for leverage as she alternated between rolling her hips and bouncing on him. Your eyes stayed glued to where their bodies met until you felt Jake squeeze your hand, a low grunt coming from his throat. His eyes were screwed shut, breath hitched. You rolled closer to him and brushed your lips over his jaw, “Breath, baby.” His eyes snapped open as he drew a sharp breath into his lungs. “Good boy. You’re close, aren’t you.” He fought to keep his eyes open as he gave you a weak nod.

Your attention was ripped away from Jake when Sage started to moan. If you knew any better, you’d think she was exaggerating every sound that fell from her mouth. “OH GOD. YES, JAKE!” Her head was thrown all the way back, almost as though she wanted to put on a show for him. But Jake wasn’t buying into it, trying to stifle a laugh. Your hold on his hand tightened, trying to keep yourself from giggling at her ridiculous theatrics.

Jake shuddered, mumbling through his grunts, “I’m gonna cum, Y/N.” He told you before looking up at Sage. When her eyes met his, she leaned down, attempting to capture his lips in a kiss. Realizing what she was doing, he turned his head just as her lips reached him, and pulled you to his mouth, allowing you to gulp up all of the sounds he made. Sage’s lips awkwardly brushed the hollow point of his cheek and she sat back up, a blush falling over her features. Jake’s lips left your mouth and he pressed his forehead to yours, face contorting as he came. He was panting as he spilled into the condom. Your hand rubbed over his tensing stomach, soothing him. When you finally looked away from Jake, Sage had already rolled off of him and was laying in a heap on the opposite side of his body. You reached down and pulled the full condom from his softening length, tossing it to the trash can beside his nightstand. When you laid back down, a silence fell upon the room. Nobody dared to disturb the peace as the three of you stretched horizontally over the bed. Your eyelids were heavy and you snuggled closer to Jake, unsure of how much time had passed as you fell asleep.

You awoke in the middle of the night, a shiver ghosting over your body. The room was dark and you realized someone must have shut the light off. Assuming Sage had left, hitting the lights as she went, you sat up to look for Jake in the bed. There was a shred of moonlight seeping through the curtains, illuminating the room just enough for you to see him, still on his back beside you, but Sage was there as well. Her leg tangled over his and arm draped over his torso, holding him to her. Rubbing your knuckles into your eyes, you almost felt ill at the sight. You slid off of the bed, grabbing a pair of panties from your dresser, before quietly exiting the room.

After using the bathroom, you walked past your bedroom and straight into the living room. You yanked the throw blanket from the back of the sofa, wrapping it around your body and fell into the cushions. Fifteen minutes had gone by as you tried to shut your mind off to fall back asleep. Just as your eyes began to close in the darkness, you felt the couch dip at your feet. You shot up into a sitting position to find Jake, crawling in to lay behind you. “You okay, love?” He pulled you back down to settle into him.

You let his scent invade your nostrils as you slotted between his legs and rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. “Mhmm. Bed just felt too crowded.” You were already falling back into your slumber.

He pulled the blanket up over the both of you and rubbed his hands up and down your back and over your hair until he fell asleep beneath you, bathed in your warmth.

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The morning came and the sunshine was glaring through the windows, assaulting your eyelids. You felt Jake under you still, his chest rising softly as he slept. Peeking your eyes open, you stole a glance at him. His face was so relaxed, so peaceful. You made a move to get up gently, trying not to wake him. Once you stood, you placed the blanket back over Jake and looked at the clock on the wall. 10:23am. You raked your hand through your matted hair and went to the kitchen to start the coffee pot before going to your room to find a shirt. Expecting Sage to be asleep in the bed, you were surprised to see that she was gone. Must’ve left early. Maybe she had to work? Shrugging to yourself, you sifted through the clothes littering the floor in search of Jake’s shirt that you wore last night. When you couldn’t find it, you pulled on a tank top from your dresser and covered your legs with a pair of sweatpants.

You gathered the sheets and comforter from the bed, carrying them to the washer and tossing them in. Once you had the cycle started, you went back to the kitchen to fix yourself a cup of coffee. You took a few welcoming sips, thinking back on the night before. Some of the things Sage did and said, not quite settling well with you.

The floor creaked and you looked up from your mug to see Jake walking towards you, his hair a mess. “Good morning, handsome.” You greeted him with a kind smile. “Did you sleep okay?” Pulling another cup from the cabinet behind you, you filled it and offered it to him.

He took the cup from your hand, speaking through a yawn, “A little stiff from the couch, but yeah, not bad.” He took a healthy gulp from his mug and rubbed his hand over his face. “Is she still here?” He nodded towards the general direction of your bedroom as he looked at you.

“No.” You shook your head with a shrug, “I don’t know when she left, but she was quiet about it. Gone before I got up.”

Jake returned your shrug before exiting the kitchen with his coffee. “I’m gonna have a shower.”

After a few more minutes to yourself, you left the kitchen as well. Jake had walked into the bedroom after finishing his shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. You were pulling fresh sheets over the mattress, “Babe, can you get that corner? It keeps coming back up.” He dropped the towel and pulled on a pair of clean boxers then came to help you. Once the fitted sheet was in place, you pointed to the flat one by his feet, “Okay, grab that one.”

He picked it up, shaking it out to unfold it and tossed a side towards you. “Hey, Josh asked about us maybe hosting a cookout tomorrow.” Tucking his side in, he continued, “We could finally get the pool opened up, fire up the grill… What do you think?”

You pondered the idea for a few seconds, remembering you had the week off and didn’t need to be up Monday morning. “Yeah, let’s do it.” You began picking the pillows up and placing them in their respective spots. “We’re gonna have to make a grocery run today to get food. And we’ll have to grab chlorine while we’re out to shock the pool if we want it ready by tomorrow.”

Jake came towards you, the clean duvet in his hands and a devious grin playing on his lips, “You’re the best, you know.” Before you could respond, he wrapped the big blanket around you, trapping you inside of it, and wrestled you onto the bed.

“Jacob!” You gasped through your giggles, “I just made this bed, you ass!” It took all you had to wriggle out of his hold, but once you did, you pinned him on the bed by his shoulders. “Do you want a piece of me?” Your attempt at a threat fell short.

“I don’t want a piece… I want the whole damn thing.” Jake’s fingers dug into the ticklish spots on your ribs and you collapsed on him in a fit of laughter. Your laugh was one of his favorite sounds, he never wanted it to end. He had to force himself to stop tickling you before you wound up peeing yourself. “Alright, stop wasting time and get dressed.” He playfully rolled his eyes, tossing you to the side, onto the bed.

Slapping his arm, you climbed off of the bed, “Yeah, I’m the one wasting time…” You went to the closet to get dressed while Jake watched you from the bed with a smirk.

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Jake insisted on getting the pool supplies first, so you stopped at Home Depot. The chlorine and other chemicals needed were in your cart when you found the large selection of inflatable pool floats. “Baby, wait! I need to get this!” You pulled a box from one of the shelves, holding it out to Jake. “It’s a hot dog floatie!”

He took the box from your hand, looking closer at the picture on the front of it. “Love, we have a ton of pool floats already…”

“But we don’t have a hot dog.” You said it matter-of-factly. “And I’m paying for it anyway.”

He shook his head with a chuckle, “Y/N, I’m not worried about the money.” He placed the box into the cart, unable to tell you no. “I’m worried about the seventeen other floats we have taking up storage.” He turned to continue walking towards the checkout lanes, not noticing that you weren’t following him. Jake carried on for a few more feet until he realized that he didn’t hear your footsteps behind him. When he whipped around to find you, you were running at him, hauling two more boxes in your arms. “Baby, what is this now?”

You held the first box up to him, a giant grin on your face. “Look! This one floats in the water and has little cupholders and the middle is a cooler! You put ice in it!” He didn’t get a chance to argue as you dropped it into the cart and held the next on up. “And this one, it’s like a giant bed that floats on water.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, “Figured we could blow it up after everyone leaves tomorrow night?”

“You’re trouble.” Jake pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to stop his smile. “Alright, put it in the cart. Let’s get out of here.” You responded by tossing the box in the cart and pecking his cheek before following him to the checkout line.

You walked through the grocery store, running through the list of items that you needed for the cookout. You had everything from burgers, beef and veggie, hot dogs, buns, corn on the cob. “Babe, should I make a fruit salad?” You asked Jake as you wandered through the produce section. When he didn’t answer you, you turned to look at him. He was strolling behind you, distracted by something on his phone, his brows furrowed in contempt. “Helloooo… Earth to Jake???” You waved your hand in front of his face, prompting him to look at you.

“Huh? Yeah.” Jake looked up at you, locking his phone and stuffing it into his back pocket. “I’m sorry, love. What was the question?” Now you had his attention.

“Uhhhh… Should I make a fruit salad?” You gave him a confused expression, “What was that about? Everything okay?”

He took the cart from you, pushing it past the display of bananas. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” He didn’t offer anything else, but you could tell something was off.

Grabbing his arm to stop him, you pressed a bit more, “Jake…” He turned to face you. “What is it?” You stared at him, waiting for a response, but it never came. You could tell he was fighting with himself on whether to tell you what it was or not and your anxiety was growing by the second. “Jacob, what the hell is going on?” Your voice came out louder than you intended, catching the eyes of other people in the store.

Jake rubbed his hand down his face with a sigh, “I just got this weird message from a random Instagram account. That’s all.”

“Okay, what was the message?” You raised your eyebrows and he knew you weren’t going to let it go. He pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and handing it to you. The screen was opened to the message he was referring to. When you looked down at the screen, you were met with a picture of yourself, stepping out of the passenger side of Sam’s car. It almost looked like the kind of picture a paparazzi would take. Your hair was a mess in the picture and you were wearing a sweatshirt that didn’t belong to you or Jake. From an outside perspective, the photo looked pretty suggestive, but you remembered that day exactly. After looking over the picture, your eyes scanned down the screen to read the message that accompanied it. ‘I thought brothers were supposed to share their toys, not their whores.’ You could feel your hands beginning to shake as your breathing picked up. “Jake, what the fuck is this?” You shoved his phone back into his hands. “Who sent you that?”

He put his phone away and held your shoulders in his hands, trying to sooth you. “Baby, let’s just finish the shopping and we’ll talk in the car, I don’t wanna make a scene.” He knew you were seconds away from either blowing up or breaking down and he didn’t want it to happen in the middle of the produce section. When you didn’t say anything, he brought his hand up to push your hair behind your ear, but you ducked away from him.

You stared past him, unable to look at him, “Can I have your keys, I wanna wait in the car.” Your lip trembled as he fished the keys out of his pocket and placed them in your open palm. “Thank you.” You turned away, heading for the large doors of the store. When you got into the car, you sunk back into the seat, the tears slowly rolling down your face. You were terrified of what Jake was going to accuse you of after seeing that photo. But your mind went back to the day that it was taken.

It was a Sunday morning. The day before Sammy’s birthday a few months ago. Danny and Odessa had planned an entire party for him at their place that Saturday. You had shown up early, upon Odessa’s request, to make some food and help her decorate. You wore a baby blue, satin bodycon dress with silver chains for straps. The party kicked off with Sam showing up around 7pm, Jake and Josh arrived shortly after. The house was full of friends and family. A lot of familiar and unfamiliar faces and everyone was drunk by 11pm. You stayed tucked under Jake’s arm for the majority of the party, breaking away a few times to play a couple rounds of beer pong with the birthday boy, or to sing karaoke with Josh and Dess. It was close to 2am when things started to wind down. Josh was trashed and Jake told you that he wanted to get him home. You had offered to go with them, not wanting to drive your own car since you’d been drinking, but Odessa begged you to stay. She wanted to have a ‘sleepover like teenagers’ and you couldn’t say no to her pleading eyes. Jake left you with a kiss to your lips before carrying a drunk Josh out of the house. Sammy was too drunk to go anywhere. You had wound up taking care of him while Danny escorted the last remaining guests from his home. After you had Sam finally asleep on the couch, you pulled a throw blanket over him and went to find Odessa, but Danny had found you first, telling you that she was already in bed, passed out. He offered you a sympathetic shrug, before going to bed himself. You had tried to call Jake to come back and get you, but got no answer. Assuming he must’ve been asleep himself, you gave up and curled into the corner of the sofa at Sam’s feet, pulling a bit of the blanket over yourself. When the morning came, your body ached from the position that you’d slept in and you wanted nothing more than to get home and rest in your own bed. You quietly moved throughout Danny’s living room, gathering your things and stepped outside. But when you got to your car, you noticed your back tire was flat. You pulled your phone out to call Jake, but quickly put it back into your bag. He’d told you months ago that you need to get a new spare tire, that anything could happen and you mocked him, never putting the time in to actually get one. You silently cursed yourself for not listening to him and stalked back towards the house, letting yourself in. You jostled Sam from his slumber. “Sammy, wake up…”

He rolled over with a groan. “What do you want?”

“My tire is flat, I don’t have a spare.” You shook him again as his eyes started to fall shut. “Can you take me to get a new one?” When he sat up, he rubbed his hands over his eyes. He finally got up and grabbed his keys. He took you to get the new tire, then stopped at his home to grab a few tools to help you change it. While at his house, you had asked for a shirt to wear so you didn’t ruin your dress from the dirty tires. He gave you one of his old sweatshirts from the back of his closet and then you were on your way. You got back to Danny’s, put your new tire on, threw the old one in the trunk and thanked Sam for his help before leaving to go home.

The picture was taken when you and Sam had arrived back at Danny’s. You were getting out of his car, wearing his sweatshirt. You knew how it looked and with the text that came with it through Jake’s messages, you weren’t sure what he must have been thinking. You wiped your eyes and looked out the window to see Jake, walking towards the car, arms loaded with grocery bags. He placed the bag in the trunks and climbed into the driver’s seat, turning to face you almost instantly. “Why are you crying, love?” His hand came up to brush a tear from your chin.

You grabbed his hand, holding it in yours. “Jake, I know how that picture looks…” You sniffled through your tears. “I swear I would NEVER cheat on you, especially with your brother.”

He squeezed your hand as he spoke, “Y/N, I don’t think you cheated on me, but I would like an explanation as to what was going on there.” His voice was calm, “Just tell me what the situation was. Why were you in his car, wearing his clothes?” You explained the whole story to Jake, apologizing for not telling him about the flat tire and apologizing even more for not having a spare like he told you. When you finished, Jake pulled you across the center console, wrapping his arms around you. “Baby, It’s okay, I believe you. I trust you.” When he pulled away from the embrace, he wore a troubled expression. “Why would somebody make a fake account to send me that?” He scratched at the back of his neck, “Who took the picture?” He asked, looking at you. The picture had to have come from somewhere. Someone.

That was one thing you hadn’t thought about…

Where did the picture come from? Somebody was watching you as if they were waiting for a chance to gain some kind of blackmail… But who? Why?

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