Chapter 8 Jake
JAKE
I’m a fuck-up.
I’m an ex-con and a fuck-up. And last night, I really fucked up.
Piper’s face has been stuck in my mind. Those eyes…pleading with me for an answer. An answer I didn’t give.
What’s wrong with you? All you had to do was tell her you loved her.
And I couldn’t even do that.
Hearing that Dad might know about us just had me frozen. I was absolutely sure we were being careful. Just thinking about him finding out had me panicked.
I’ve been on the end of his anger before. I can handle it. But what I can’t handle is all this affecting her.
I spent all last night driving around, staying away from the house. I knew if I went home, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her.
Wouldn’t be able to stop myself from rushing into her room and doing something that would get us both into even more trouble.
I’ll talk to her today. Make up for last night. She’ll listen to me. I know she will. But as I pull up to the house, I see her car is gone. So is Wendy’s.
The only one home is Dad. And he’s the last person I want to see right now. But I need to get inside. I need a shower. I need sleep.
I hear him in his study and try to sneak up the stairs to my room, but it’s no use. He comes barging out like a bull out of the gate.
“Where have you been?” he asks as if he’s accusing me of something. “Out all night?”
“Last time I checked, I’m a grown man. I don’t need your permission to go somewhere.”
“Last time I checked, I’m your father. And you still need to listen to me.”
I scoff. “So what? You want to give me a bedtime again?”
He’s being super hostile. Could what Piper said be true? Does he actually know about us?
He strides right up to me and gets in my face. My prison instincts immediately kick in, causing my fists to clench.
“You went to jail, Jake. And I took you back. If I want, I can toss you out on your ass just as quick.”
“Do you have something you want to say to me, Dad?”
I can see his eyes processing. Maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe he’s just suspicious.
He stares at me for a long moment. Then his phone rings. He shakes his head at me.
“You just keep yourself in line. You hear me? You owe me.”
And then he’s gone, back to his office with his cell pressed to his ear.
I storm up to my room and nearly take the door off its hinges as I burst inside. Stripping off my clothes, I climb into the shower and crank the water as hot as it can go. The heat almost takes my mind off what just happened.
Why is he acting like I’m some common criminal? Like I broke into a store or sold drugs or something? I was literally defending my biological mother, his ex-wife.
I never should have gone to jail in the first place.
I don’t owe him shit. If anything, he owes me. But he’ll never acknowledge it because then he’d have to acknowledge that I handled something that was his job.
As I’m getting out of the shower, I hear the front door. My heart leaps, but when I look outside, I see Dad climbing into his Porsche. He pulls off, heading for the office, I guess.
That leaves me alone, with nothing to distract me.
I phone Gus and ask him if I can come in. It’s my day off, but after the flooding catastrophe, he’s happy to have me.
We spend most of the day getting the shop in order, moving fans, doing our best to dry the place out. A flood in a woodshop is one of the worst things that can happen.
But even as I lug around boards and equipment, I can’t keep my mind off her. I call, but it goes straight to voicemail.
My stomach drops. I walked away from her, and now I’m desperate. I need to feel her, kiss her, ravage her until she’s lying senseless beneath me.
But like me last night, she’s vanished.
“Thanks a lot, Jake!” Gus calls as we wrap things up later. It’s past dinner time, so I stop at Chuckie’s and grab a burger.
I’m wracked with guilt. The way I handled things with Piper…it was awful.
I have to make things up to her. And I would, if only she would answer her goddamn phone.
When I pull up to the house, I see Piper’s car. Her bedroom light is on too.
Before you could count to three, I’m inside and striding down the hall to her room.
She nearly jumps out of her shorts as I barge through the door. “Jesus Christ, Jake! You scared me!”
“What the hell is this?” I snap. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“What?” she asks, playing innocent. But I can see in her eyes that she knows what I’m getting at.
“Is this some kind of payback? Ignoring me because I didn’t answer you last night?”
My muscles harden. My eyes scour her body, barely clad in tiny bed shorts and a lace top.
My step-sister…my angel…
“Jake, if you don’t want this, just tell me—”
“Don’t want—?”
Gripped by primal urges, I leap onto her, and with one hard pull, tear her top straight down the middle. Her perfect breasts spill out, and I grab them with both hands. She yelps. I’m being rough with her, but I can’t help it.
The need is overwhelming.
I kiss her nipples, taking each between my lips and sucking as I peel her shorts off and toss them into the corner. Then I bury my face between her thighs.
“Jake!” she exclaims as I extend my tongue, dragging it up her sweet little slit.
My whole body prickles with intensity as I go down on her, taking her clit between my lips and flicking it gently, causing her to limbs to shake.
We’ve had so little time alone together, that this is the first time I’ve performed oral on her. And as much as I know she’s been wanting it, so have I.
My lips twist into a smile as her pussy soaks my lips. She’s dripping with arousal, and my cock swells, bulging against the hard metal fly of my pants.
I tug it free and wet my fingers with her juices, then begin stroking my hard shaft. She moans, and I have to let go so I don’t come.
My tongue keeps working, though. Her thighs are shaking as I apply more pressure. She reaches down and runs her fingers through my hair like I always do to her. “I’m close…don’t stop…”
Never. Even if ten men came in right now, they wouldn’t be able to haul me off her.
My nostrils flare, coating my lungs with her scent. Her head tilts back, and she lets out a high-pitched mewl as her thighs snap together like clamps, grasping ahold of my head as her climax hits her.
Piper’s body writhes as she comes, her hips rolling and bucking, her whole body taut like a fishing line pulled tight. I smile into her pussy, lapping away as her juices spill over my lips and run down my chin.
My balls are aching, and my cock is desperate to be inside her.
Once she slumps back, I don’t even give her a chance to take a breath. I just slide into her juicy little cunt and start pounding her.
I’ve never given it to her like this. Not once.
I fuck her like I want to hurt her. But I know I won’t. I know she can take it, and I know she wants it. I drive so deep I can feel her cervix with every thrust, and she throws her little arms around me and hangs on for dear life.
Her mouth hangs open, mouthing my name, but no sound comes out. Her perfect tits bounce with every thrust, and her wide eyes sparkle as she stares up at me. God, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen—and will ever see.
And she’s mine.
I’m breathing heavily. Her body shudders, and I realize she’s about to go off again. “I’m gonna come.”
“Do it on me,” she says.
But it’s too late. My balls burst, and I unload my seed into her hot, slick hole. My cock flexes, and her body reacts too. She comes hard, wrapping her legs around my waist as I pin her to the mattress.
My head is spinning as I come back down to Earth. But instead of sliding into my arms like she always does when we finish, Piper wriggles out from underneath me and stomps her foot on the floor.
“What the fuck, Jake!?”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“You came in me!”
“Yeah, so? I always come in you.”
Piper sighs like I’m the biggest idiot alive. “Yeah, that was before when…”
I sit up, still breathing heavily. “Before when…?”
She shakes her head. “Never mind.”
“No, not never mind. What—?”
The front door slams, and I hear Dad and Wendy’s footsteps. Piper practically dives into her closet and pulls on some pajamas. I’m in the middle of getting my pants up when I hear Dad call out—
“Get downstairs, you guys! We’re having a family meeting!”
I glance over at Piper as she slides into a T-shirt. “Family meeting? This is not good,” she whispers.
“Yeah…” I reply softly as I grab my shirt. “Not good.”