Chapter Sixteen
Jakob
Getting off work in the early hours of the morning sucks for multiple reasons, but the main one is because of the fear instilled in me over the years by a little blonde woman who has me jumped and thrown into a fucking fighting ring every few weeks.
It’s been weeks since the last time when I caught a haymaker to the jaw.
I got a text from her earlier saying she’s out of town, but that doesn’t mean her goons are.
Keeping my head on a swivel constantly sucks, and if it wasn’t for the hanging threat of killing Declan and the retribution that will be brought to my family’s front door if I refuse to cooperate, I’d go to the cops.
I don’t know if these threats are empty or not, but the way my stomach churns every time they’re hurled my way makes me think that they’re very much credible.
Sliding behind the wheel of my gray Chevrolet Silverado, I lock the doors and sag back against the leather seat.
I’m exhausted, and I’m annoyed that I can never truly relax because of the fear that they’re around every corner waiting for me.
The drive to my house from the bar takes seven minutes in the middle of the night when the rest of my small town is sleeping.
Pulling up to my house, I move almost mechanically as I go inside and kick off my shoes.
My clothes magically disappear as I move into my room until I’m naked and face planting into my mattress.
I’ll pick up my clothes when I wake up. Right now I’m too tired.
It doesn’t take long before sleep pulls me under and dreams of deep emerald eyes and soft, plump lips find me.
The next morning my head is pounding. My mouth feels like it’s filled with sandpaper, and I need a shower as soon as humanly possible.
I want to go back to sleep, but the way my phone buzzes against the hardwood floor has me groaning and smacking the ground to the side of my bed before my hand encases the offending device.
I don’t check the caller I.D. I just hit the accept button while bringing the phone to my ear.
“Hello?” I’m still half asleep and I can hear the gravel in my morning voice ricocheting down the line.
“You still asleep?” The sound of Declan’s voice has my dick coming to life. Fuck it. I flip onto my back and grip the base of my shaft in my palm, causing me to have to bite back my groan.
“Mmm, I was. What time is it?” I begin to stroke myself slowly.
“Just after nine. What are your plans today?” His voice sounds strained, which makes me wonder if he’s doing the same thing I am.
No, that’s impossible. I’m a fucking weirdo for jerking off to the sound of us having a casual conversation. There’s no way he’s also doing it. Still, I’m curious.
“What are you doing right now, Dec?” I decide to push, and when his breath catches, I realize maybe I’m not as crazy as I initially thought.
Declan oozes confidence and dominance. It practically seeps out of his pores.
However, after yesterday I know there’s at least a small part of him that likes being submissive too.
He thinks he has me figured out, but no part of me submits to anything in the bedroom.
I’m extremely laid back in everyday life, but behind closed doors I’m in charge, or I don’t want to play.
I won’t lie, the way he smarted back to me yesterday made my body light up, and not with the need to force submission, but that was a fluke, obviously.
“Answer me, Declan.” I growl out at him when he takes too long to answer.
“I’m fucking my hand, is that what you want to know, Jakob?” He huffs in annoyance, but he groans right after.
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I wanted to know.” I answer smugly as I tighten my grip on my own cock and continue to stroke up and down my shaft, using my thumb to swipe over the tip every few passes.
“Why’s that?” His voice slides through the line as smooth as silk.
“Because I am too.” Finally, I allow myself to release a low groan as I twist my hand slightly while I continue with my movements.
“What are you thinking about, Jake?”
“You, Dec. Always you.” I move my hand quicker, building up to a mind-numbing pace with just the right amount of pressure.
“What if I was there? What would you want me to do if I were at your house right now?” He pushes. His groans echoing down the line spurring me on.
“Fuck. I dreamt about you sucking my dick last night. I want you on your knees choking on my cock until I see fucking stars.” I can feel the heat in the base of my spine as I race closer to the finish line.
“You’re close. I can hear it in your voice.” He sounds just as strained as I do.
“So close. I’m almost there.” I’m desperate to finish, but something’s missing.
“Come for me, Chaos. Come down my fucking throat.” He groans out my name in the next second as the unmistakable sound of him coming sets me off. White hot pleasure consumes me as my release covers my hand and lower stomach.
Declan and I stay on the phone while we catch our breath.
“Holy shit.” Declan finally chokes out.
“Come over.” I blurt out before I have a chance to back out.
“Jake, I don’t want to pressure–”
“Get your ass over here in the next ten minutes or I’m locking my doors and going back to sleep.” I hang up and hop out of bed. He’s going to be here in five minutes, I’d guarantee it. I need to clean up the mess I just made and my clothes from last night before he comes crashing in here.
I quickly picked up my mess from last night, threw on a pair of basketball shorts, and promptly fell back asleep.
The perk of working like I do is that I can fall asleep anywhere at any time because a lot of times I have to power nap my way through the day.
I didn’t get home until four this morning, so even with Dec coming over, I really am exhausted.
I had to have only been asleep a few minutes when I felt my bed dip.
I tried to wake up, really I did, but when Declan pressed his broad chest into my back and wrapped his arm around me, I couldn’t help but let sleep pull me back under.
A little while later I’m in that half awake, half asleep state when I feel his fingers in my hair.
My face is under some part of him, and my arm is wrapped around another.
Prying my eyes open slowly, I notice my head is on his thigh and my arm is wrapped around his leg.
Looking up, I see him concentrating on something on his phone.
His brow furrows, and he furiously types out a response while only using one hand.
The one in my hair never stops the rhythmic movements.
Deciding I’m tired of not having his attention, I press my lips into his sweatpants covered thigh. His fingers stop moving in my hair and I can feel the muscles in his leg lock up. I glance up at him again, and this time he’s smiling down at me.
“Hey, sleeping beauty. You awake this time?” He asks playfully.
“Probably. I’m sorry, last night kicked my ass.” I yawn while he removes his hand completely from my head. “You didn’t have to stay, you know. It wasn’t fair of me to summon you here just to crash before you even walked into the door.”
“It’s no big deal. I don’t have anything going on today besides emails and some calls to field.”
I eye his dick tenting his pants, and in my half awake state with my inhibitions lowered, I let my fingers trace up his length. His hand grasps my wrist abruptly.
“Not unless you’re sure, Chaos.”
His gravelly voice does nothing but spur me on.
I snake my hand down the front of his sweats and wrap my hand around his rock hard shaft.
His skin is so soft and my firm grip causes him to groan.
I’ve never done this to someone else, obviously, but I’m assuming it can’t be too different from what I do to myself.
He hands me a bottle of lube and I nod in acknowledgment.
I pull his sweats down slightly, freeing his cock. Dammit, he’s big. I squirt some lube into my hand and grip his shaft again. He moans loudly as I focus on his head before using my thumb to swipe at his tip. I set a rhythm that has his eyes rolling in the back of his head.
“Dammit, Chaos. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
His body turns rigid as he groans out his climax. His release coats my hand, but my hand doesn’t stop moving until he pushes it away.
“Too much.” He pants out and runs his fingers through my hair.
I hop up quickly to wash my hands and get a washcloth. After making sure he’s all cleaned up and his clothes are back in place, I lay back in the position I was in when I woke up.
“Fuck, that was so good, Jakob.” He runs his hand through my short locks.
I kiss his covered thigh and nod in acknowledgment while snuggling back into him and closing my eyes.
“Oh no, absolutely not.” He shakes his leg, causing my makeshift pillow to rattle under me.
“No!” I half groan, half yell. He’s such a prick.
“Wake up, Jakob Emmett. You said you were awake this time.” He tries for stern and no nonsense, but that just causes my dick to thicken even more and press into his leg.
“I said I was probably awake. That’s not an enthusiastic yes, which means it’s a no.
Did you not listen when your Da taught you about consent?
” I cling to his leg like a petulant child.
I am not a morning person no matter what time my ‘morning’ starts.
He knows this, but still he shakes me off like I’m a nuisance.
“You are a brat when you wake up. God, I forgot how infuriating you are.”
“Then let me sleep!” I exclaim while rolling off of him and shoving my head under my actual pillow.
“Fine, then I’m going to make waffles by myself.”
“Make me some.” I call after him but am well aware that it’s coming out muffled.
“No, if you want some you have to get up and help.” I hear him singsong by the door.
I don’t even look, I just launch my pillow and hope it hits him.
His laughter rings through the hallway. “Gotta be quicker than that.” He yells back at me as I jump up from bed and run after him. I’ll show him ‘quicker than that’.
As soon as I cut the corner into the kitchen, he holds up my waffle maker like he’s going to throw it at me. He eyes me with that no nonsense glare he uses to get his way at work.
“Cut it out or I won’t make any breakfast.” He lifts his eyebrow at me, trying to decide if I’m going to be cool or not.
I hold my hands up in a placating manner. “Okay, okay. I’m cool. You don’t have to threaten me like that. It was rude and uncalled for.” Sauntering into the kitchen, I grab two bottles of water out of the fridge and toss one to Dec in a peace offering.
He catches it with ease and turns his back to me to get the waffle maker ready.
That’s when I make my move. Using the tips of my toes, I quickly press them into the back of his knee, causing his leg to try and collapse from under him.
It doesn’t hurt, it just scares the hell out of you.
He catches himself on the counter before straightening up and glaring over his shoulder at me.
“Seriously? Are you twelve?” He tries to look pissed, but he can’t hide the twitch of his lips from me.
I shrug innocently, “Next time let me wake up on my own time.”
He grumbles something about there not being a next time, but I know he’s full of shit.
There’s going to be a next time, and when there is, he’ll be in my bed all night.
This may be new, and we may have decided to move slowly, but him being in my bed at night is now non-negotiable.
I slept so peacefully this morning with him.
Like someone else had my back while I was asleep so I could actually rest for once.
A man could easily become addicted to that.