the automatic doors hissed open with a soft gust of cold air, and Tommy stepped inside hood pulled low, hands buried in the pockets of his worn gray jacket. the grocery store was nearly empty just how he liked it
7:10 AM
Tommy grabbed a handbasket instead of a cart he wasnât here for much. just eggs, bread, and maybe something for dinner. his walked quietly over the freshly mopped floor as he wandered through the aisles
his fingers ran along the tops of soup cans as he passed them. at the fridge section he grabbed eggs, and stared at the milk before walking away. he didnât even drink milk. just grabbed it sometimes out of routine.
the frozen foods aisle was colder than the rest of the store, and Tommy stood there longer than necessary. in his left hand a bag of spinach ravioli. in his right chicken tortellini.
he stared at both, he didnât even care much for either. but he couldnât decide which he would have for dinner he shifted his weight, still holding both brow furrowing
and then soft foot steps come up from behind him
you turned into the aisle, market basket in hand. with a few items. you glanced up, catching sight of him
Tommy didnât move. you offered a polite smile. the kind reserved for strangers
he gave a small nod in acknowledgment. but his eyes followed you as you stopped at the shelf beside him, scanning the rows of frozen meals. your fingers brushed past boxes of mac and cheese, frozen stir fry, dumplings. you could feel him still standing there
left hand tortellini, right ravioli.
he stared at both. heâd read the ingredient labels. twice. there was nothing new to discover.
his thumb tapped restlessly against the plastic packaging. and you were still there. reading something off the back of a frozen meal
Tommy exhaled slowly through his nose. thought about just tossing both bags back and walking away. but he didnât.
he wanted an opinion. and he hesitated, and hesitated again, before he mustered up the courage to ask
âHey.â it came out softer than he meant, a little too careful and hesitant
you looked up from your crouch position, blinking once before your gaze met his. then a small smile spread on your lips. polite. friendly.
he felt his stomach twist
âCan I uhâŠâ he lifted both bags slightly. âget your opinion?â
you straightened up slowly, as you moved a little closer, just enough to peer at the labels in his hands.
you stood beside him and tilted your head thoughtfully as you examined his options.
âHmmâ you hummed. your arm brushed lightly against his as you reached forward and tapped one of them. âIâd go with this one. Itâs my favorite.â
Tommy looked down at the bag you picked. then up at you
your were still smiling. still warm. like this wasnât a big deal at all. like you didnât notice how stiff he was standing, how long it had taken him to ask
he nodded once, âthanks.â
and just like that, you were already beginning to walk away. basket in hand, your head tilting slightly as you glanced down the next aisle
Tommy watched you go. and something tugged at him
âHey- waitâ he said, too quickly. he cleared his throat, softer this time âHold on.â
you paused, half-turning back toward him, brows raised slightly
he motioned to your basket. you werenât carrying much, but heâd noticed the slight shift in your shoulder earlier when you adjusted it. most people wouldnât have caught it. but Tommy did
âThat basket looks heavyâ he said, stepping toward you before his nerves could second guess him. âlet me helpâ
you blinked at him, smile returning not the polite one this time, but a little more open, a little more you
âYou donât have to.â
âI knowâ he said, already reaching. âstill.â
you handed it over. as soon as the handle settled into his grip, Tommy felt his pulse quicken not because of the weight, but because your fingers had brushed his briefly
âThank youâ you said, falling into step beside him
he nodded, focusing on keeping the pace casual. you walked together down the next aisle
âI usually only get what I can carryâ you said, glancing at him. âbut sometimes I forget how heavy frozen stuff gets.â
Tommy gave a small huff of amusement âHappens.â
you both walked side by side, the basket in Tommyâs hand swinging lightly between steps, your pace matching his without needing to think about it.
the conversation started small and casual
something about how the store always moved everything around just when youâd memorized it
Tommyâs lips curved up slightly. âSwear they do it on purpose. keeps people wandering.â
you laughed, the kind of laugh that just slipped into it naturally
he glanced sideways at you, catching the gentle curve of your mouth as you talked. your shoulder brushed his lightly as you reached up to adjust the strap of your bag.
he didnât move away. if anything, he leaned into the space between you just a little more. not enough to touch, but just enough to stay close
as you approached the end of the aisle, just before the signs for checkout came into view, you slowed
âActuallyâ you said, glancing toward the back corner of the store, âI need to grab one last thing before I check out.â
Tommy looked at you. you looked back, a little unsure if maybe this was where you both went your separate ways
but he didnât hesitate. he just nodded once, quietly, and said âIâll come with you.â
like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
you smiled again, slow and sweet like you were glad he said it. like you were hoping he would.
together, you turned down the next aisle
Tommy followed you without question, trailing just a step behind as you turned into a corner of the store he rarely ventured into. he expected maybe paper towels.
but instead you wandered into the flower section.
he blinked as the soft colors filled his vision rows of delicate petals in white buckets, chilled and fresh. bouquets wrapped in crinkling plastic, shelves lined with everything from roses to delicate carnations.
you stepped forward, slowing your pace, eyes scanning the flowers. the space smelled different here clean, sweet, fresh
he watched, unsure of what to say
you brought a finger to your lips playfully, eyes narrowed âHmm.â
you crouched slightly beside a row of tulips, carefully running your fingers along the stems, lifting a few gently to your nose. he watched the way you moved
he didnât even realize he was holding his breath.
you touched each bouquet like it was something delicate, something worth noticing. Tommy couldnât remember the last time he slowed down enough to notice flowers. heâd passed them, sure. but heâd never watched someone choose them like this.
and then you found them a bouquet of soft pink tulips, your fingers cradled them
you looked over at him, bouquet in hand
âwe can check out now.â you said with a small smile warm and satisfied
Tommy didnât smile immediately. he just looked at you, really looked at you
then softly, shy almost, he smiled back. âokayâ he said
and when he adjusted the basket in his hand and walked beside you toward the checkout lanes, the pink tulips seemed to glow a little brighter under the cold lights.
at checkout, you moved up first, gently setting the pink tulips on the conveyor belt like they were the most important thing in your basket. Tommy stood beside you, wordlessly helping unload the rest he remembered each item, each little thing youâd reached for
once your basket was empty, he placed his own items behind yours, adding the divider between them
you smiled at him barely, as the cashier began scanning.
Tommy stood back slightly, letting you handle it, his hands loosely by his side. but his eyes stayed on you.
he watched the way you handed over your card, the way you thanked the cashier softly, the way your fingers fixed the edge of the tulip wrapping without thinking.
he didnât realize how long heâd been watching until the cashier started ringing up his items and you stepped to the side, done
he expected that to be it. youâd walk away now, maybe offer a quick goodbye, maybe not.
but when he looked up again you were still there.
standing off to the side, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, arms crossed loosely. your eyes werenât on him directly, focused instead on your receipt, then the tulips, then the tile floor.
you were swaying slightly, just enough to show your nerves. your fingers fidgeted at the edge of the receipt, folding and unfolding it
waiting for him.
he turned back to the cashier to finish paying, trying not to let the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth give too much away. his hands moved automatically, card, receipt, bag. but his eyes flicked to you again, like they couldnât help it
you glanced up right then, catching him. and smiled.
the automatic doors opened and the two of you stepped out into the crisp morning air.
neither of you spoke right away.
you stopped just past the doors, the bags hanging at your sides, your tulips swaying gently in your grasp. Tommy stood beside you not quite close enough to touch, but closer than he normally would be to anyone
he could feel the warmth of your presence.
you looked up at him for a second, then looked away again, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the bouquet wrap. the breeze blew lightly at your hair. you shifted your weight a nervous habit he recognized
Tommy cleared his throat softly
he hadnât felt this kind of nervous in years not the battle kind, not the mission kind but the kind that made his palms feel weird and his heartbeat loud in his ears.
you looked at him again, sensing it
and when you smiled small and encouraging, it gave him just enough of a push
âI never got your name.â he exhaled slowly.
your expression softened, âItâs ___â you said gently.
he repeated it, just under his breath like he wanted to make sure it felt right in his mouth. like heâd say it again later when you werenât there just to remember how it sounded.
you tilted your head. âAnd you?â
Tommy hesitated for a second. not because he didnât want to tell you, just because it felt like giving you his name meant something.
âTommyâ he said finally. âJust⊠Tommy.â
you smiled again. âI like thatâ you said simply.
and he well, he didnât know what to do with that. didnât know what to say, the small smile he couldnât quite hold back growing on his face
you shifted your grip on the tulips, smile still lingering on your lips âThanks againâ you said softly, eyes moving up to meet his one last time.
Tommy opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the words got stuck. so he just gave a small nod
you turned first. he didnât stop you. he let you go.
your steps were slow at first, walking between parked cars, the tulips bounced lightly in your arms
Tommy stood there, bags in hand, still.
you were almost halfway to your car when you looked back over your shoulder just once.
a quick glance, like you werenât even sure if he was still watching
but he was
you caught him standing there, still in the same spot, and you smiled again this time smaller, a little more distant and lifted your hand in a small goodbye wave
Tommy blinked, heart quickening like heâd been caught off guard. he didnât wave back.. just stood there
you turned again and kept walking
and when you finally slipped out of sight behind the rows of cars, his grip tightened around the handles of his grocery bags, and he let out a quiet sigh that trembled slightly on the way out
warmth crawled up the back of his neck, he could feel it in his ears
he finally turned, heading toward his own car, Tommy took a few steps toward his car
before he glanced back once.
you were almost at your car now, digging for your keys, the tulips tucked under your arm like something you cared about. and Tommy smiled just barely the kind that grows across your face when youâre not even sure why youâre smiling.
he turned forward again and kept walking
but five steps later, he looked back again
You were opening your car door, sliding your bags into the passenger seat. you hadnât noticed him this time. but he noticed you still
the small smile never left his lips it deepened just slightly. it felt⊠strange but good
âShit.â he muttered under his breath rough and low
not frustrated, not because he regretted anything
but because now you were stuck in his head. and you were definitely going to stay there
the way you smiled, the way his name sounded when you said it, the way youâd waited for him outside, swaying nervously like maybe youâd hoped he wouldnât walk away
Tommy swallowed hard, eyes now on the empty spot where youâd been
he turned the rest of the way toward his car, but he already knew you werenât someone he was about to forget. part of him was hoping heâd run into you again, somewhere, some place.. he just wanted to see you again.
âmy friend the electrical engineer,â
i say,
or of someone else:
âmy friend the Canadian,â
âmy friend in Denver.â
and i am down south,
states and miles away.
âhow did you meet?â
they ask, puzzled by
how far-flung my friendships.
âthe internet,â i say,
a little proud, a little defensive
because the next words
are inevitable.
they always ask with a mix of
amusement and horror. always.
âhave you met in person? no?
how can you be sure
itâs not an old pervert
in his motherâs basement, a
serial killer on the prowl?â
how can we be sure of anyone?
the man who married a pastorâs
daughter, then shot his pregnant wife
in the back of the headâthey thought
they knew him.
but these anonymous souls:
theyâre my friends.
we talk of books and ideas, family and
differences in where we live and
why we do what we do, and
trade stupid jokes like candy,
sweet and inclusive and joyful.
my friends.
my soul friends, who i meet
on the internet.
friendships are not born
of handshakes.
theyâre born of shared things and
shared interests and
sometimes just because youâre human
and iâm human, and that
praise God
is enough.
even over the internet, that
is enough.
Summary: A drunken confession to your best friend leads to more than you expected.
Pairing: Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x F!Reader
W/C: 3.3K
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Semi public sex (fingering), spitting kink, alcohol use, voyeurism and dirty talk (Jake has a smart mouth). Some themes are untagged. No descriptions are given to the reader but there is mention of public hair.
A/N: This only took me three months to write but here we are. I am once again incapable of writing straight smut so sorry about that. Thank you N, @mayhem24-7forever and @wildbornsiren for looking this over and @colewrites for my beautiful banner!
Masterlist ⥠Top Gun Masterlist
The outside of the bar is dark with an unremarkable facade, but as soon as you pass through the front door youâre greeted by warm air and the low crackle of an old jukebox. Itâs crowded, buzzing with a kind of relaxed energy that puts you at ease despite your nerves. You fiddle with the hem of your shirt, searching for Jake and coming up empty. Uncertain of what to do, you shift your weight from foot to foot until the door behind you opens again. A boisterous group of men push inside, bringing in a blast of crisp fall air with them.
With no other choice but to move, you step further into the room, head for the bar and slide into an empty seat. This isnât your normal scene, the decor is dated and the air hazy, but the dim lighting and dark corners are perfect for what Jake has planned. Your skin warms at the thought. Too much whiskey and a late night at the Hard Deck had you spill your guts to him.
As always, Jake was there to listen. Youâd been friends since childhood and even when he joined the Navy and the years stretched on, your friendship remained. Of course, you nursed a crush on him when you were younger. How could you not? He was handsome and charismatic. Even though those feelings waned as you grew into adulthood, every once in a while Jake would look at you a certain way or flash a particular smile and it would all come rushing back.
âThis seat taken?â
You look up, some of the anxiety leaving your body when you meet a familiar pair of green eyes. Jake always looks handsome but doubly so tonight with a light stubble covering his chin and his golden hair tousled into loose waves. The sweater he wears is a pale green, clinging to his chest and the curve of his biceps. All the moisture in your mouth seems to evaporate and you donât even realize youâre staring until he clears his throat, drawing your eyes back up to his face.
âW-wide open,â you stutter.
He smirks, dragging the chair close enough to yours that when he sits, your thighs touch. âCan I buy you a drink? You look a little lonely,â he says, laying an arm over the back of your seat.
Even though heâs not quite touching you, his nearness sends a wave of heat through your whole body. You look away, gathering the words you want to say but when you look back, heâs even closer and they slip away.
âJakeâŠâ Youâre supposed to pretend like youâre strangers, it was part of the fantasy, but now you just feel silly.
âThatâs not my name, sweetheart,â he tells you with an arched brow. âNow come on, donât be rude. You look like a white wine kind of girl.â
âSure,â you conceded, letting him flag down the bartender for your drink and ordering himself a beer. Alcohol will help settle your nerves, something Jake is well aware of. You offer him a thankful smile and he winks at you.
âSo, whatâs a girl like you doing in a bar like this?â He questions. Itâs a terrible line but Jake makes it work.
âI was meeting my friend but I think he bailed on me.â
âHis loss. My lucky day,â Jake replies just as the bartender sets down your drinks.
He clinks his against yours and takes a long swig. You stare at his throat, watching his Adamâs apple bob as he drinks, and nearly getting lost in the way his muscles and tendons move. Something so mundane shouldnât be so erotic but the sight has you crossing your legs and warmth rushing under your skin.
âDrink up,â Jake reminds you, tapping the bar.
You gulp down nearly half the glass in a fit of anxiety, meeting Jakeâs amused grin over the rim.
âDo I make you nervous, sweetheart?â He asks, leaning into your space.
âYes,â you answer automatically.
Normally he puts you at ease but thereâs something in the air tonight, a strange charge that excites and terrifies you all at once.
âWeâll have to fix that,â he tells you. âMaybe something a little stronger than wine?â
âYeah,â you agree, touching your neck and glancing at the stocked bar. âWhiskey?â You suggest.
âMy kind of girl,â he praises, raising two fingers to grab the bartender's attention. âFour shots of Jameson.â
You reach for the first glass, needing it to settle your anxiety and give you the burst of courage to take what you want tonight.
"Unh-uh," Jake chastises, plucking the shot glass from your lips and downing it before you can stop him. You frown, confused but then he grasps your jaw and tips your head back.
When you realize what he intends, your eyes widen and you suck in a sharp breath. He stares at you, his green eyes dark with desire and you nod every so slowly, steeling yourself when he leans over your face and presses his lips to yours. Slowly, you open your mouth and he follows suit, a warm rush of whiskey flooding your mouth. You gulp it down, feeling the burning warmth spread across your chest.
You expect Jake to pull back but instead he tilts your head back even further, kissing you breathless. You grasp at the hand holding your jaw to steady yourself. His tongue is warm and insistent against yours and by the time he pulls back, your vision is hazy and your panties cling damply to your body.
"Took that like a champ," he tells you with a wink. "How about another one?"
You nod, dazed. This time his fingers press into your cheeks until you open your mouth. Jake takes another shot and urges your head even farther back until youâre peering up at him. His mouth hovers close to yours but instead of kissing you he simply parts his lips and lets the liquor fall into your waiting mouth, watching you with those clever eyes as you swallow it all down. He releases your jaw and soothes his thumb over your cheek, pleased.
The bar swims in your vision as he guides you to sit up fully, although it has nothing to do with the alcohol in your system and everything to do with the man in front of you. He stares you down with a hungry look but you don't miss the subtle lift of his brow, his way of checking in on you covertly.
âPeachy keen,â you whisper the agreed upon phrase.
His lips turn up into a Cheshire grin that has your body buzzing. âYouâd let me do anything I wanted right now, wouldnât you sweetheart?â He asks, dragging his lips over your cheek. His stubble tickles and the rush of warm air over the shell of your ear has you whimpering and clutching at his sweater.
âPlease,â you beg, eyes fluttering as he kisses the sensitive skin of your neck.
âTell me what you want.â
The alcohol swirls through your system, warming you from the inside out and giving you the bold words you need to make your fantasy happen. âI want you to take me⊠here in the bar.â
âHow can I say no when you ask me so sweetly?â He questions, drawing back.
You watch him take the two remaining shots quickly and drop a bundle of cash on the bar. He stands and pulls you to your feet, linking your fingers together. You follow him through the crowd. All the anxiety that plagued you before is gone, what remains is a sweet sort of anticipation that makes your body sing. Jake doesnât stop until youâre at the back of the bar, tucked into a dark corner where both of you are enveloped by shadows and partially hidden from view. He wastes no time in turning you to face out towards the crowd, molding his chest to your back.
âYou still want this?â He asks.
Thereâs no pet name or flirty tone when he speaks this time and the hand that squeezes your hips is light and comforting. This is the real Jake, your longtime friend checking in on you. The care and concern behind his question makes your heart swell and you relax back into his hold.
âIâm sure,â you promise him, laying your hand over his. âAre you?â
âYeah,â he replies, something different in his voice that you werenât expecting. âIâve wanted this for a long time.â
âJakeâŠâ Surprised by his admission, you start to turn in his arms but he stops you.
âDonât,â he requests quietly. âTonightâs about you. I shouldnâtâŠâ He trails off and sighs.
âIt can be about you too,â you promise him, squeezing his hand.
You hear him swallow and take a deep breath. Jakeâs never been good with emotions or difficult feelings, leaning on charm and quick wit to sidestep hard conversations. The fact heâs even admitted this much surprises you. Maybe itâs the alcohol or the fact he doesnât have to face you while speaking that has him confessing the truth. Either way, youâre grateful.
âWe can talk after if you want,â you suggest, turning your head to catch his eye. The uncertain look on his face is so uncharacteristic that you have to push down the urge to reach for him. There have been precious few times youâve seen him like this and know better than to try to make him talk more.
âYeah,â he agrees with a nod, looking away from you.
You turn back around and stare straight ahead. A beat of silence passes before Jake speaks again. When he does his voice is low and confident.
âSpread your legs,â he directs, tapping your right foot to urge you to widen your stance. Heâs a warm, solid presence behind you and his cologne invades your senses when you take a deep, steadying breath. âThatâs good,â Jake croons, squeezing your hip.
When his other hand slips below the waistband of your jeans, your eyes slide closed. The light touch of his fingers through the soft curls of your mound dredges a moan from your lips. He seems content to pet you for a few moments before his fingers eventually delve between your lips with unhurried confidence that makes your skin tingle. You rock your hips into his hand and squeeze his arm.
âGreedy,â he chastises. âYou let just anyone do this to you, sweetheart?â
âNo.â You pant, words catching when he finds your clit and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. Sparks skitter along your nerves, a rush of pleasure warming your belly. The way his calloused skin catches on your delicate flesh nearly makes your knees buckle. âBet you do this all the time though,â you shoot back, determined to stay in character and make him work for it.
âNo. It takes a special kind of girl to get me here. Shameless and needy. To let me fuck her in public.â Jake tells you. His breath is hot across your cheek and you can feel the press of his erection against your lower back. âDirty girl.â
âIâm not,â you start to protest but itâs cut off when he slides two fingers inside without even a hint of resistance.
âThis greedy cunt is telling me a different story,â Jake whispers, pumping them in and out of you. âItâs begging for more than two fingers. Think sheâll need three to be satisfied.â
You have no response to his smart mouth, just a breathy, pained moan that you fight to keep in your throat as he strokes you leisurely. Every few seconds he teases his thumb against your clit but itâs never the right kind of pressure. You try to follow his touch but a strong arm across your middle pins you to his body and gives him all the control.
âPlease, please, please,â you chant, throwing your head back when he pushes a third finger inside.
You feel full to the brim and your cunt aches, sucking hungrily on his fingers. The hand across your stomach moves north and he cups your breast, squeezing one and then the other, making your arch and squirm. Jake pulls roughly at the front of your shirt until your bra is exposed and he wastes no time reaching in and cupping your naked breast. He rolls your nipple between his fingers at the same time his other thumb returns to your clit. Thereâs nothing teasing about the mercilessly way he works over your tender bundle of nerves or fucks you with his figners.
The orgasm that heâs teased you with rises sharply, emanating from your aching cunt and up your chest. Your hips lift and fall of their own accord, your body shameless in its quest for pleasure. Jakeâs calloused fingers move from your chest up to your throat. They rest lightly over the delicate flesh as he keeps working you over and presses kisses to the side of your neck.
âThatâs it,â he encourages. âRide my fingers.â
Youâre mindless at this point, headless to the sounds you make or the way your body chases every drop of satisfaction it can wring out from Jake. When you finally come down for your orgasm your eyes flutter open, and the world is hazy and muted. The landscape of the bar is blurred, out of focus until you blink away the tears in your eyes. Jakeâs still got his fingers buried inside you, his thumb slowly rubbing your oversensitive clit and sending little shocks of painful pleasure through your nerves.
Your eyes finally focus and your whole body freezes when you meet a pair of warm brown eyes. A man is sitting at the closest table staring right at you. Heâs wearing a ridiculous Hawaiian print shirt and drinking from a glass of amber liquid. His thick mustache nearly obscures his top lip from view. Thereâs a hunger in his gaze that has you pressing back into Jake uncertainly.
âEasy,â Jake whispers, kissing your neck. âHeâs a friend. I know you wanted someone to watch.â
You relax at Jake's reassurance. He withdraws his fingers only to plunge them in again. A soft gasp escapes your lips and itâs a fight to keep your eyes from closing. You just came but, God, youâre pretty sure you might be able to go again with the way Jake is working you over and the knowledge that someoneâs watching.
âIf you want him to go, tell me.â
âNo,â you moan, lifting your hips and arching your back as you stare at the man.
You never expected Jake to deliver on this part of your fantasy, assuming heâd just fuck you in an alcove of the bar and call it a night. Knowing he went this far to give you what you want makes your heart so full it almost overrides the other feelings heâs giving you. You watch Jake's friend reach below the table, tugging at his jeans. Even with the hazy lighting, you can see just how turned on he is by the show youâre putting on.
Heâs not close enough to hear but he doesnât need to be, his dark eyes watching your lips part with every moan. Jake tugs on your bra until it slips low enough to expose your whole chest to the manâs view. You keep your eyes open as long as you can, locked with the stranger as Jake roughly squeezes each breast and tweaks your nipples. The fingers buried in your cunt are working overtime to bring you to another earth-shattering orgasm. When it comes over you again, your eyes close and you slump forward, legs weak.
The man is still watching when you look up, passing a shaky hand over his mouth before downing his drink. Jake presses a kiss to the back of your neck and withdraws his fingers. You hear him suck them clean behind you and heat spreads across your face.
âGood girl,â Jake whispers, surprising you by sliding his hand back inside your underwear and sweeping through your messy folds. âI want another taste,â he explains, noisily cleaning them again.
There isnât much for you to do but try to catch your breath and let him hold you up as his friend watches. Carefully, Jake buttons your pants and pulls your bra and shirt back into place. A hand smoothes over the crown of your head, fixing any flyaways. You know heâll make sure youâre presentable before you leave but that doesnât fix how dirty and debauched you feel inside. Itâs the feeling youâve been after all this time. You press your legs together and you touch your throat, taking in a breath.
âWas that what you wanted?â Jake asks.
You donât think you can speak so you just nod.
âI enjoyed myself too,â he tells you.
âWhat about your friend?â You question.
âHeâs just here to watch, I donât like to share,â Jake assures you.
You look back at the other man in time to see him nod at Jake and stand before disappearing into the bar. You wait a beat before turning around fully to face Jake. The expression on his face is hard to read but relaxes when you stand up on your tiptoes to brush a kiss over the corner of his mouth. You rest a hand on his arm and smile.
âThank you for this Jake. I donât even know how to say thank you.â
âLet me take you home tonight.â
âJust for tonight?â You question, toying with a loose thread of his sweater. Itâs hard to hold his gaze, youâre afraid of giving away too much.
"I want you every night if youâre willing to give it to me, darlin," he admits, tucking his finger under your chin and lifting your face to his.
âYou want something more with me? Something real?â You ask. Jake looks away, the tendons under his cheek flexing. âItâs okay,â you promise, touching his jaw as a small part of you deflates. âI know you donât do this stuff. Emotions and relationships.â
âYouâre not most women,â he clarifies, looking at you intently. âYouâre⊠you.â
Itâs as much of a confession as youâll ever get from him. Your instinct is to kiss him and promise you feel the same but you know thatâll be hard for him. Instead, you take a step back and grin at him.
âJacob Seresin, are you trying to ask me to go steady?â You tease.
He huffs and looks away, raking a hand through his thick hair. âMaybe.â
âWell, I accept,â you tell him, your confidence blooming at the way his green eyes cut back to you hopefully.
The smile that falls over his face is beautiful and you reach out, hooking two fingers into his belt buckle to tug him forward. âBut first you need to take me home and finish the job.â
âI think I finished the job,â he tells you archly.
Slyly, you drop your hand to cup his obvious erection. He grunts, golden eyelashes fluttering as you squeeze his cock. âNot quite,â you argue. âWe can discuss the hard part in the morning.â
âThe hard part?â He questions, thrusting his hips forward.
You roll your eyes at the innuendo. âEmotions. The fact you might be in love with me.â
âIf you can talk tomorrow, I didnât do my job right."
"JakeâŠ"
"We can talk in the morning," he agrees, looking serious.
âGood,â you reply, tilting your head up and stepping closer. Jake seems to understand what you want, cupping your jaw and kissing you sweetly.
âLetâs get you home before the alcohol wears off and you change your mind,â Jake says, nipping at your lips and linking your fingers together.
âThink youâre stuck with me now, Seresin.â
âGood. Weâve already established that I don't like to share.â he says, pulling you tightly to him and kissing you roughly.
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