Chapter 2
Jayce
A date. A real date. A date with a man.
The words kept filtering through my mind and nothing could deter them. It wasn’t ideal, that was for sure.
Who the fuck was I kidding? It was completely unacceptable.
I didn’t know how I’d missed this. She hadn’t been texting anyone new. When I pulled up her emails, I scrolled through them but didn’t find anything suspicious there. The only places she’d gone in the last week had been the coffee shop, the school, home, and the grocery store.
Don’t tell me she agreed to a date with one of the cashiers. She used self-checkout when she went, though. If someone random approached her, I couldn’t imagine that she’d say yes.
I didn’t follow her everywhere, otherwise I’d never get anything done. Her phone provided her location to me at all times and unless she went somewhere new or was there at a strange time, I trusted that she was okay.
Mistake, apparently. It had led to someone finding a way to ask her out.
Unacceptable.
Keeping my eye on the map on my phone, I pulled on a hoodie. I should’ve asked more questions. Where did she meet him? What was his name? What the fuck were his qualifications? He sure as fuck didn’t deserve her time.
I laughed as I slipped on my shoes. The fucking audacity of some man to think he could go after what was mine. If he touched her, he was going to regret it.
Maybe I should just stake my claim on her already, but it wasn’t time. She wasn’t ready for it, regardless of what she thought about dating. This guy she was about to see was a guppy, whereas I was a shark who had every intention of devouring her whole.
When I did take her, I didn’t want there to be a single remaining thought of my brother. When she looked at me, she wouldn’t see him, think of him, or even remember him. She would be completely consumed by me and once she was, nothing could save her. Not that she would want that.
This date, though… Maybe she needed to be punished for making such a terrible decision. For betraying me. She didn’t even tell me about it until today.
Oh, sweet, delicious Alana. Yeah, a bite was exactly what I needed.
The icon on the map began to move, so I grabbed my keys and headed into the garage. I climbed into my Bronco and waited for the door to rise. Within seconds, I was on the road, heading toward that little dolphin icon on my phone.
It was time to up the ante on this game. We’d been playing for twelve years, so it was about time.
*****
Fingers: gone. He’d brushed her shoulder with those disgusting things. Teeth: gone. He kept smiling at her. Tongue: you guessed it. He thought he was funny and charming. Every one of her laughs had been forced so far.
Look, I wasn’t a psychopath. I had my wits about me and I approached things rationally. Usually. Not when it came to Alana. Why? I didn’t really know. It had always been that way, ever since Jake brought her home and she smiled at me when she told me her name.
Jake and Alana sounded dumb. That was my first thought as a hormonal teenager. Jayce and Alana? That should be printed on a wedding invitation pronto.
Jaykob and Jayson- two twin brothers who were in love with the same girl, but nobody knew. I was never obvious about it. I dated and acted invested in my relationships, but I only ever had eyes for her. With her chestnut brown hair and round, piercing green eyes, how could I not? All those other girls were practice. When I fucked them, I saw her. When I gave them pleasure, it was so that I could learn how to make her scream one day.
Every scenario I could come up with to take her from Jake had flaws, so I’d never tried. If I got her to sleep with me, I’d be the enemy. Get her to fall in love with me and she’d feel torn. Even if she chose me, she’d feel guilty and probably wouldn’t stay with me. Break them up somehow and she’d still feel weird about dating Jake’s twin brother. None of it would fucking work the way I needed it to. Even death made this whole thing complicated. The fucker was gone, but she’d either see him in me or feel guilty, which would make no sense, but she’d still feel it. I wouldn’t accept either of those things.
Erase him from her mind. Make her think of no other man but me. That was the long-term goal.
For a while, I thought I’d go about it in a healthy way. As healthy as a man who’s been stalking a woman for twelve years could, at least. That idea had gradually been slipping away and now, staring at Alana with that blonde man at dinner, I chucked that shit in a trash bin and set it on fire.
Who gave a fuck about healthy? When we were happy soon, nothing else would matter- not how we got there or what happened along the way. Nothing but us.
I couldn’t go inside because she’d spot me. Even if she didn’t see me right away, I’d stand out in my casual attire. The place wasn’t upscale, per se, but a hoodie and Vans would be frowned upon.
From my truck, I had a great vantage point. I wanted to hear what they were talking about, but it was inconsequential anyway. This wasn’t going anywhere. It was clear in her demeanor. Either she wasn’t as ready as she hoped or Mr. Not So Discreet Combover wasn’t doing it for her. Both, most likely.
This man wouldn’t know what to do with her. He couldn’t satisfy her. She wasn’t a deviant, but she could be. Our conversation on the phone earlier had been all fun and games on the outside, but I gleaned some truth underneath it. When she’d played along and answered the questions, I couldn’t stop imagining her tied up for me. If she wanted a mask, I’d give her a fucking mask. She’d scream for me just like she said and I wouldn’t need to duct tape her mouth because I had more creative ways to silence her.
Fuck. Only Alana could get my cock hard while I was supposed to be watching her on this date. I was in public, for fuck’s sake, and I was considering rubbing one out. I had to focus on what was going on inside, though.
Even though I wanted to remove that man’s appendages, I wasn’t gonna do that. Like I said, this wasn’t going anywhere. He’d never see her again, which meant he’d be lucky enough to live another day. I wasn’t a murderer anyway.
Well… Yeah, it wasn’t really important right now. The point was that I didn’t go around killing people all willy nilly. They had to earn that shit.
I watched as she stood and headed toward the back. Bathroom, probably. When my phone buzzed, I grinned.
Alana: Question.
Jayce: Answer.
Alana: Don’t be annoying.
How does someone politely end a date before they’ve finished their meal?
Hypothetically.
Jayce: Just leave.
Alana: Seriously.
Jayce: Ok. Tell him he’s ugly.
Ask if his dick is as unpleasant as his personality.
Accidentally pepper spray him.
I waited for her to respond, but she returned to the table looking annoyed. It made me chuckle as I lit a cigarette. She’d gotten herself into this and since there was nothing for me to save her from, I’d just watch it all unravel. Maybe she’d learn not to make plans without getting my advice first.
Alana waved her hand through the air as she chattered. It looked like she was speaking quickly. Her eyes moved to her wine glass just before she bumped it. Accidentally . It spilled all over her, turning her white top red. After jumping to her feet, she said a few more things to the guy, then darted out of the restaurant.
Clever little fox. It wasn’t smooth by any means, but she wasn’t exactly a graceful person. You wouldn’t catch her in heels because she’d fall on her face. The last time she wore a dress, the wind whipped it around and showed everyone her ass in a lacy red thong and she vowed to never betray pants again.
When my phone rang, I almost didn’t answer it just to make her work for it, but I decided to bite.
“Hey, Alana. How’s your date?”
“You’re a douche. I asked you for one thing.”
“Aw. Are you mad at me?”
“Extremely.”
“Yet, you’re calling me, so I assume you made it out alive and you don’t hate me as much as you think you do.”
There was an angry huff followed by the sound of her car door closing. The ignition started and she stayed silent for another moment before she groaned.
“It was a horrible idea.”
“I could’ve told you that,” I pointed out as I maneuvered onto the street.
“Why didn’t you?” She sounded offended, which was laughable.
“You didn’t ask me, did you?”
“Sometimes, these things need to be forced on me.”
Yeah, they most certainly do. All in due time, baby.
“I’ll be at your place in twenty.”
“Really?” Her voice pitched upward, making me smile.
“Wine in hand and listening ear in place. And no, I don’t care that you work tomorrow. Put on a movie for those assbutts and read a book.”
“You are a terrible influence.”
“And you’re the one who’s gonna listen to me.”
She grumbled nonsensically before she ended the call. Such a brat. I needed her smart mouth in front of me so that I could put it to good use.
That gave me an idea.
I pulled into the opposite side of her apartment community and parked beside a quiet building. There were no windows on this side and it was up against a fence that separated it from another complex.
She’d pissed me off today with this whole date stunt, plus seeing her with another man made me feel possessive as fuck.
I grabbed one of the wine bottles and uncorked it. Holding it between my knees, I pulled my cock out. It was easy to get myself in the right headspace when I thought about giving her a part of me. I wanted her to go to sleep full of my cum. Maybe one day I’d train her so that she couldn’t sleep unless she swallowed it.
It had been so long since she’d been with someone. Almost a year now. This would mark her as mine. I was officially claiming her, even though she didn’t know it yet. The moment this touched her lips, I would be the last man she ever had.
Just that thought made my cock throb. I stroked it slowly, pausing at the top to drag my thumb through my precum. I circled the rim of the bottle with it before I grabbed my shaft again. I increased my speed and as more fluid seeped down my length, the sound of it filled my truck.
I imagined it was her mouth on me, those pretty green eyes staring up at me and shining with tears. Her lips were swollen as she sucked needily on my cock, desperate to please me. I would make her feel dirty, like she was just a hole to fuck. She’d be so eager for my praise and eventually, I’d give it to her. When I built her back up after I tore her down, she’d be grateful and she’d fall in love with me more every time. She wouldn’t be able to help herself. I wouldn’t give her a choice anyway.
When I thought about her swallowing my cum, I pumped my hand to the tip, then positioned the bottle so that all of it shot inside. I quickly tucked myself away before I recorked it and tipped it upside down, then righted it. I did that a few times and swirled it around until I was sure that it dispersed. My thumb nail pressed into the top of the cork before I set it back on the seat and drove to Alana’s building. It would be easier now that I’d gotten that out of my system.