His Reckless Claim
Author's Note:
Thank you, as always, to everyone for interacting with my work!
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This story came to life unexpectedly while I was cleaning my house, and these two amazing songs came on. It’s interesting how music can just unleash those writing juices!
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Summary:
The fallout from a devastating betrayal leaves Jey reeling, forcing Lena to step in, but when the silent, charged tension that has always existed between them finally snaps. A deep, consuming moment of intimacy takes over, proving that the solace they both desperately need might just be in each other's arms.
Warning; *DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER 18 * Smut ; cussing; intercourse ; head; slow burn but they get their I promise.
The feeling of impending doom hit you the minute Cody walked up to Jey and asked him to step outside. You could see the nervous tension etched on Cody’s face, a stark contrast to the confusion written all over Jey's. You watched them take a seat at the bar outside, isolated from the crowd and quiet enough for them to talk. Something deep in your stomach told you this wouldn’t end right.
“Hey, Jimmy…” you called, patting his shoulder to get his attention. You didn't need to say anything; the look on your face told him everything—that you could sense something was off. He followed your gaze, his eyes landing on Cody and Jey deep in conversation at the end of the bar. The same look of concern immediately etched his face as he watched the interaction unfold.
Sami and Roman walked up then, catching the same sight and instantly picking up on the shift in the energy. They didn't need the whole story, either. As their eyes tracked the two figures at the edge of the patio, you watched the same heavy confusion settle onto Roman’s brow and the familiar, worried furrow deepen between Sami's eyes. The tension that had started with you now tightened around the entire group.
It was a normal thing for all of you to always come out for drinks after a good show. It was always you, Trinity, and the boys. When you first started writing exclusively for the Bloodline, the guys accepted you like family, and on nights like tonight, it wasn't unusual for you to be the lookout and make sure the guys didn't do anything crazy.
Your attention still on Jey and Cody. You could make out the conversation (the gift of reading lips); Cody expressing something about the girl he was seeing and the sticky situation they were in. Jey, ever the supportive friend, pushing him to go after the woman he wanted. A consistent back and forth like a tennis match.
But then you saw it, the moment you were anticipating. You saw Cody as the words left his mouth, apology written on his face: “Uce, I am sleeping with your girl.” He said it not once, but twice, and at that moment the alarms in your head started to go off. You could do nothing but tap the guys, making sure to get their attention before it could get worse. “Guys…!” you yelled, your feet walking faster than your mind could keep up. “Guys, Jaida and Cody are fucking!” you screamed, running over to Jey, hoping to stop him before his fist connected with Cody’s face.
Jey didn't launch himself; he just stood there, frozen solid, the single word “What?” leaving his lips. The look of confusion was slowly melting away, replaced by something hard and unreadable—that small, crucial hesitation was the window you needed. Your hands found Jey’s wrist, right above the ball of tension tightening in his hand. The heat radiating off his body felt like a furnace against your skin. You pleaded with him, trying to get him to look at you, placing your hands on his face, but all you could see was a cold curtain of black covering the sweet eyes that normally dragged you in.
“Man... I am—"
In a flash, he pushed you out of the way, the impact causing you to land on the floor. Too late for you to stop it, his fist met Cody’s jaw. The impact was loud enough for the entire bar to hear, a sickening crack that silenced the whole room.
“You good, Lena?” Solo asked, coming up to help you off the floor. Roman, Jimmy, and Sami surrounded the conflict.
You reassure him with a nod, your eyes meeting Roman’s. “Get Cody out of here.”
Roman sprang to action immediately, grabbing Cody by the arm and rushing him out of the bar, trying to remove the flashpoint. Just as quickly, Jimmy and Solo were standing next to Jey, preventing him from following and making things worse. Jey roared, pushing violently against his brothers, desperate to find any way to get past them. You could feel the raw force in his shoulders. Sami made it harder still, coming up to join the wall, his face tight with urgency as they all worked together to keep Jey contained.
Getting through to Jey when he was like this was not easy. If he wouldn't listen to his brothers pleading for him to calm down, or Sami, who always knew how to talk him down, how were you supposed to get him out of this bar before anyone found out what just happened?
You moved quickly toward Jimmy and Solo, ignoring the concern etched on their faces, ignoring their confusion about what you were about to do. “Lena!” Jimmy strained, his voice ragged as he fought to hold his brother back. You paid him no mind. Your hands plunged into Jey’s hair and, with all the strength you could muster, you firmly grabbed and pulled the curly pieces hanging out of his mullet. You did not let go. The firmness in your voice matched the strength in your hand.
“Joshua, look at me,” you commanded, using his real name.
In a snap, he blinked and looked down at your eyes, the dark cloud of rage finally slipping away. “I understand you’re upset, but at this moment, there are cameras pointed in your direction,” you said, maintaining that same steady, unshakeable energy. At your words, his rigid body started to relax, and his brothers were finally able to release their hold, stepping back slowly. Your hand didn't leave his hair until you knew he could walk out of this place without flying off the hinges.
You looked over at Sami. Your right hand reached into your back jeans pocket to pull out the little bit of cash you had left. “Hey Sami, ask the manager if we can leave through the back,” you said, handing him the money while pointing toward the manager—a man who, surprisingly, remained perfectly calm and in control behind the bar, smoothly directing the growing crowd away from your group.
Sami took the cash with a quick, appreciative nod. He didn't waste a second arguing; he knew the priority was speed and discretion. He was at the bar in three strides, leaning over the counter to speak low and urgently to the composed manager. Within seconds, the manager gave a slight inclination of his head and pointed toward a side door marked 'Staff Only.'
“You can let me go, Selena,” Jey said, anger still present, but a fragile calmness settling behind it.
“Not until I know you aren't about to do something stupid,” you countered, finally getting him to fully look at you, those brown puppy eyes staring back.
“I won’t.” He paused, his eyes finally acknowledging yours, a small spark of clarity igniting behind the fading rage. “I promise.” His voice was now level, stripped of emotion.
You glanced around the small space. “Jimmy, where is Trinity?” you asked, suddenly noticing her absence.
“She walked out with Roman, said they were able to get in a cab and get Cody to the hotel,” Jimmy responded quickly.
“You’re doing too much, Lena,” Jey said, a sense of his usual joking nature finally breaking through the tension.
“Fine,” you responded, the seriousness still clinging to your voice. “But I swear to God, Josh, if you do something dumb, I will kill you myself.”
You slowly let go of the back of his head, spun him around, and had Solo and Jimmy walk in front of you as you all made your way toward the ‘Staff Only’ door and the waiting car.
You pulled out of the alley. Halfway to the hotel, the reality of the situation finally landed on everyone: maybe Jey should not be in the same building as the two people who had just betrayed him. Luckily, you had an apartment in the city with space for him to stay until it was time to leave the next morning.
Jey just sat in the back seat, moping like a sad puppy, watching the city lights pass by as you and his brothers quickly decided what to do with him.
Once you pulled up at the back entrance of the hotel, Solo and Sami headed up immediately. Jimmy stayed behind as you made your way to the driver's side, trying desperately to hide the wince of pain in your ankle.
“Lena, you good?” Jimmy asked, his hand instantly on your arm as he helped you into the car.
“I am good, guys, I pulled something, but I'll be okay,” you said, forcing a small smile that did little to hide the tornado of emotions churning in your mind.
Jimmy knew you would handle this. He knew that when it came to the family, you would do anything to protect them, especially Jey.
“He will get past this, Jim,” meeting the deep concern in his eyes. You closed the door, put the car in drive, and sped off, the heavy silence of the night your only witness.
After a couple minutes, you pulled up to your New York apartment in the Bronx. You got Lenny the doorman to help you with Jey while Mikey took your car to the underground parking lot.
You stepped into the elevator, and the doors slid shut. The silence was heavy again. Jey immediately leaned his head against the cool metal wall, his eyes fixed downward, his features locked in a mask of profound sadness.
You leaned against the brass rail, trying to take the weight off your right foot. You were favoring your left leg severely, a slight, noticeable limp that you couldn't hide in the confined space.
Jey didn't look at you until the elevator passed the 20th floor. He slowly turned his head, eyes still clouded with residual anger. They landed instantly on your awkward posture. His gaze dropped to your ankle, which was now noticeably swelling above the shoe line.
“We should probably get that checked,” Jey finally said, his voice flat and edged with self-reproach, his jaw tight.
You looked down at your ankle, trying to move it around, to show him it was nothing a little ice and pain killers couldn't fix.
He pulled his head off the wall and looked at you. “You’re limping, Lena.”
“It's not your fault,” you whisper looking up at him as guilt covers his face. “I just wanted to make sure you were ok.”
Nothing else needed to be said; you saw the regret and sadness in his eyes, the unspoken worry for you and the anger he had about not being able to control the moment, the devastation of what the betrayal led to.
You finally made it up to the 35th floor. “Damn… you're living like this,” Jey said, his voice hushed in genuine awe, echoing through the space.
You laughed, walking into the all-white kitchen. The LED soft light shining on the white marble countertops. The appliances disappear into the walls finished in matte stainless steel, the same feeling flowing into the living room—an ocean of white and cream luxury. The custom built sectional couch—massive, deep, and upholstered in a texture so soft it felt like velvet. Accompanied with the floor to ceiling windows that washed the space in a silver glow, enveloping the house in a sense of intimacy.
“My parents gifted me this. Said they would rather I be comfortable when I get to come into the city than stay in those boring, uncomfortable hotel rooms,” you laughed, passing Jey a glass of water. “Honestly…I prefer being with you guys in the hotel room, it gets lonely here.”
Jey took the glass and walked over to one of the windows, the awe and joy once again gone from his face. He sipped in silence, taking in the endless view of the city. You walked over to the white sectional, settling down but watching his chest rise and fall with every quiet breath. You couldn't help but get lost in the way his muscles stretched his black shirt as he lifted the cup. You watched his perfect, plump lips take slow sips, the shine of his fanged grills catching the soft moonlight like a flash of danger.
“You know what's funny…” he finally said, air leaving his lungs as he chuckled at a thought he hadn't shared. “I could never understand what her problem was with you.” Another soft chuckle left his body as he made his way over to the couch, sitting next to you and laying his head back against the massive, soft cream upholstery.
You didn't move, holding your breath against the unexpected closeness.
Without thinking, you placed your hand in his hair, finding the familiar texture. A soft, low sound—a quiet sigh of relief—left his throat as you massaged small, absent-minded circles into his scalp. “I never understood why either…” you responded, still messaging his head.
Both of you drifted off into a calm silence, the only sounds the faint hum of the apartment and the distant, constant movement of the city outside the glass. The moonlight bathed both of you in a soft glow.
Running his hands over his face, you finally heard him ask, “Where do I go from here, Lena?” His eyes were fixed on the ceiling. You knew he wasn’t looking for an answer, just getting out the thoughts in his mind.
Your fingers finally left his hair and you grabbed one of the pillows adorning the couch, lifting your swollen leg onto it. The space between you two closed further as you laid your head down facing him. “You get up tomorrow,” you finally broke the silence, his eyes instantly meeting yours, igniting the same spark you felt earlier in the elevator. You swallowed, trying to hold down the nervousness that had suddenly come up. “You go to the show… and you do it again and again until the pain no longer exists.” You knew it was easier said than done, but he needed to know that while he felt the world had just crashed on him, it had not stopped from turning. In that moment, there was a sudden switch in his eyes, something you normally didn't see.
His hands made their way down to your ankle. His large hands felt so gentle as they massaged your ankle, helping alleviate some of the throbbing pain. “You have experience in that department,” he responded, mindlessly massaging your ankle.
“Oh my god, please don't mention my weakest point in life.” Humor laced your words, and for the first time in the night, Jey laughed—a hearty, full laugh that came from his gut and echoed through the apartment, finally rippling through you.
When you guys were finally able to stop the laughter, you once again found the comfort in silence that always seemed to happen so effortlessly, like snow covering the ground.
You were the first to break the silence. “It’s gonna be hard, Jey, but you will get past this one day at a time.” You placed your hand on his bicep, a gesture meant to be purely comforting. Your breath caught in your throat as a sudden electricity sparked through you, hot and unexpected. You wondered if he felt it too as you watched his breathing pattern change, his chest rising a little faster.
His hands went back to massaging your ankle, slowly making their way up your calf. You felt the heat of his gaze even as you looked away.
“He was an idiot to fumble you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
You instantly pulled your hand from his bicep, the directness of the comment and the heat of his touch overwhelming you. “Can you get the blankets on that side?” you pointed to the two cream-colored throw blankets laying on the other side of the sectional, desperate for some degree of separation between you and him. There was something about Jey tonight—the way that the black shirt stretched over the muscles in his back, and perfectly outlined his chest, doing little to cover the intricate tribal art that ran up and down both sides. You could see the one on his back as his shirt lifted a little as he reached for the covers.
You connected your phone to the in-house sound system, hoping to clear the thoughts running through your mind. The smooth sounds of piano keys and steady beats enclosed both of you in a calming cocoon. He fanned the cover over the both of you, gently taking your injured leg and placing it on his lap once more.
He continued massaging your ankle, the rhythm soothing as he made his way up to your calf, and the throbbing pain slowly subsided. “Does your ankle feel better?” his voice vibrated through you, sending a rush of sensation. You nodded, reassuring him that you were fine, that the pain would go away after you got some rest, but he continued to massage.
His hands, however, continued to creep further up your leg, pushing the blanket aside as they moved past your knee and toward your thigh. The alarm bells in your mind began to scream.
“What are you doing, Jey?” You stopped his hands, holding them firmly in place, looking him directly in the eyes, trying to find an answer to the sudden boldness. “You can’t use me to forget her.” Your voice lost its normal confidence, replaced by a firm, fearful demand.
“It’s not like that, Lena,” he said, the warmth of his hand radiating on your knee.
“Really, Jey? You can’t think I’m that stupid.” You scoffed, moving your leg off his lap. You stood and started to walk toward your room, but you were stopped by the grip of his hands closing around your wrist.
“You’re not a rebound, Lena,” he breathed out. The tension between you built, and you could feel him stand up behind you, still holding your wrist. “I have wanted to do this since you walked into the locker room.”
You could feel his breath in your hair as he got closer, his strong arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling your body back against his chest. “I have wanted to know how your body would feel,” his fingers tracing the length of your arm, leaving goosebumps in their tracks. “How you would sound saying my name.”
He whispered the last words in your ear as he pulled your curls away from your neck, planting a simple, soft kiss, waiting for the small, involuntary moan to leave your mouth before planting another one, and then another one.
“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it too,” he said between kisses. Your mind started short-circuiting. You wanted to run, knowing that this might not end the best way, but the heat pooling between your legs told another story.
You grabbed at the hands around your waist, trying to release yourself from his grip, looking at the twinkle of the city outside the window, trying to calm the desire to finally give in—that tension you couldn't ignore. Hell, the tension everyone saw.
You started losing the willpower to run as he turned you around to face him, his hands cupping the sides of your face, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“You can stop respecting a relationship that was doomed from the start,” he said, his voice low. His thumb ran slowly over your parted lips. You closed your eyes, hoping to calm the fire running through your body.
“Jey,” your voice was a mere whisper of a plea. “We can’t.” You finally found the strength to pull away from the intoxication of his hands on your body.
Both of you stood there, inches apart, breathing hard. The silence that followed was heavy and absolute, broken only by the distant hum of the city and the sound of your own ragged breaths.
“Yea, I can admit I have the same feelings,” You finally broke the silence, the tension still crackling. You were glad that the moon was the only source of light, illuminating the fire burning between you.
At your words, Jey instinctively came closer, but you moved back, needing the space. “But we can’t do it like this, Jey.” Firmness laced your stance and your words, hoping to convey a message your mind was hating you for.
Why couldn’t you just give in? It would just be one night, one moment of passion that would help erase the memories. Why couldn’t you just let him take you, allow him to trace every inch of your body, providing you with pleasure you hadn’t felt in years? You could give in and finally make a reality all those nights you brought yourself to ecstasy thinking of him.
You opened your mouth, ready to deliver one final, desperate protest, but he didn't wait. He used the strong grip on your cheek, tilting your head back slightly and crashing his lips against yours—a sudden, demanding force that finally ripped through the tension. His hand left the window frame to join the other one on your face, pulling you in closer, ensuring there was no escape as he deepened the kiss. The potent taste of honey whiskey was already on your lips.
Without breaking the kiss, his hands moved down, settling first on your shoulders before sliding to your thighs. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, and with no effort, he lifted you clean off the floor. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, clinging to him. The heat pooling between your legs instantly dampened your panties.
You felt the soft velvet of the sectional couch pressing against your back as he lowered you onto it. He followed you down, his weight settling between your parted legs, effectively pinning you as the kiss continued, deep and consuming.
His hands broke from your face, moving to follow the curves of your body. They landed at the end of your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head and tossing it somewhere onto the floor. His lips landed back on your neck, leaving a trail of soft, burning kisses. A soft moan escaped your throat as his hands moved lower, landing on the soft curve of your chest. The combination of his hands and his mouth sending raw currents of fire rushing straight through you so intensely that you couldn't help but arch your chest, desperately chasing the pleasure Jey was blessing your body with.
He lifted himself off you, the cool air rushing in, momentarily filling the space his body left. This gave you the perfect, breathtaking view of the intricate tribal art that adorned his chest and the way his muscles flexed as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Your hands landed on his bare chest, your nails tracing the firm lines of his torso, following the same intricate paths of the palm trees tattooed on his side until you reached his belt line. You fumbled to unbuckle his pants, your desire making your movements clumsy. Your hands continued their path downwards. You gasp when you finally reach what you were looking for, surprised at not just his girth but his length.
Your hand moved up and down his length. You adjusted your position on the couch, admiring the pretty pink tip, glistening with beads of precum. Without a second thought, you traced a stripe with your tongue, looking up just in time to watch Jey’s head fall back, a look of instant, profound satisfaction printed on his face. Bobbing your head, pride swelled in your chest as Jey breathed out an unfiltered torrent of adoration and invective. You watched him fall completely under your spell, held fast as both your mouth and hand sent relentless currents of exquisite pleasure. 'So fucking beautiful,' he breathed out, starting to wrap your curls around his arms.
“‘Think you can take a little more’ he framed it as a question, yet there was a possessive intent behind every word.” He pulls you off just enough to sit down, giving you a better angle, little by little pushing your head, allowing you to adjust to his impressive width, establishing a rhythm, pushing you up a little only to bring you down. Your nose hitting his thigh with every thrust. The corners of your eyes began to fill with tears and your mouth watered. “Good girl” he managed before you swallowed him down completely, your throat contracting tightly around him.
You could feel him getting closer, but did get the chance to help him get there. He pulls you off and instantly claims your lips in a passionate kiss.
“‘Wouldn’t be fair if I come before you,’ a devious smile stretching his lips behind those words.”
His hands followed the shape of your legs, tracing them until they reached under your skirt, which he then hiked up to gain access to the red boyshorts, now glistening and heavy with your desire.
“Already wet for me, baby,” he murmured, his warm breath on your bare skin sending shivers down your spine as he discarded your underwear with the same casual ease he had your shirt.
He guided you over to his lap, helping you straddle him, then helping you slowly lower yourself over him. The pressure instantly sent you into another space—a searing pain that slowly dissolved into all-consuming pleasure as you began to adjust to his length and girth. His hands immediately took control, guiding your hips down until you finally bottomed out.
“Give me a minute,” you whispered out, catching your breath, preparing to completely surrender to his every demand.
“You move when you’re ready, baby girl,” he grunted, already adjusting to you perched atop him.
You began to adjust to the pressure, the searing sensation slowly fading into all-consuming pleasure. You started slow, rocking your hips forward tentatively at first, then speeding up as his hands gripped your hips, guiding you slightly faster and allowing the pressure to build.
“I don’t know what’s more beautiful,” you heard him say, his voice thick even through the pleasure-filled haze you were in. “The view of the city from here, or you coming undone.”
He met your forward motion with a powerful thrust that stole your breath and shattered your rhythm, hitting a spot you never knew existed. Your body tightened, building like a sonic boom with every reciprocal plunge.
Your pleasure reverberated through the living room, his shallow, heavy breaths accompanied by the sweet release of your moans and the occasional whisper of his name. Jey looked up, admiring how your lips parted every time you spoke his name in a fit of ecstasy, your eyes completely blown, your chest rising and falling like an irresistible invitation.
He didn’t hold back, plunging one of your breasts into his mouth, paying close attention to how the resulting swirl around your nipple was met with the arch of your back, silently begging for more, needing more.
“Jey,” you gasped, completely under his spell.
In one swift movement, your back met the soft material of the couch. Jey angled you—to speed up, to get deeper. You were completely gone now; you couldn't even hear him coaching you through your imminent orgasm. Hooking his hand under your thigh, trying to get deeper still, your back severely arching as he continued to hammer that perfect spot, over and over again.
“Look at me, Lena,” you heard him demand. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze, and offered a reassuring “good girl” when your eyes finally locked. His eyes were no longer innocent, but commanding and dominant. You were close; you could feel the pressure building with every stroke, every word, every intimate gesture.
“You wanna come, baby girl?” Jey’s voice broke through the haze, his face finally becoming clear at the question.
You couldn't talk, your brain struggling to keep pace with your breathing and his command. You nodded, trying to get the words out but failing.
“Words, baby.” He thrust deep, every muscle in your body tightening, ready to release but waiting only for his command.
Another deep, definitive thrust, and you were able to gasp out, “Yes.”
A smile plastered itself on Jey’s face as he whispered in your ear to come. Your back arched violently as every muscle in your body snapped, pleasure crashing through you like waves against the shore.
“This is mine,” he growled, his thrusts suddenly becoming unsteady as he edged closer to his own release. He buried his face in your neck, releasing with a soft, guttural growl as you felt both your juices spill onto the couch.
You don't know how long you lay there, your heavy breaths filling the silence, him still warm inside you. You stared at the ceiling, finally feeling your body begin to return to normal. Jey shifted to stand.
“Bathroom?” he asked. You stretched your arm out, pointing weakly toward the door closest to the hallway. The heavy steps of his feet followed your direction.
You didn't realize you had dozed off until you felt a warm, wet rag gently cleaning you. You felt Jey lie back on the couch, pulling the blankets over the both of you.
He wrapped you in his arms, placing soft kisses down your face to your neck. The soft rise and fall of your chest and your gentle snores were his only clue that you were asleep. Pulling a lost strand of hair behind your ear, he looked out the window once more, admiring the busy city outside, completely oblivious to the way the deep exhaustion in your form had anchored and healed him
