Chapter 14

*Jake*

I am sitting at the dinner table with Roland, Laura, and Payton not because I want to be, I need to be. I did some digging this afternoon and found out that the cop who I saw with Payton today is Dean McDonald. He grew up here in San Diego and graduated from the same school as Payton during the same year. I was curious to know if there was anything more to it than that. Hey, I had to check out his background to protect her, right?

Sunday morning Roland had a “family meeting” at which time he explained to Payton and Laura about the security detail and why. He left out the most gruesome details, of which I was thankful for. They knew they were being protected but not by what extent or by whom.

I can’t wait any longer. “So, Payton,” I begin. “Did you have a good day?”

Payton’s face flies up to mine registering shock that I spoke directly to her. “It was fine.” She mumbles with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Hm,” I responded. “Do anything interesting for lunch?” I questioned. By now, Roland and Laura are paying attention to our tilted conversation. Probably as shocked as Payton is that I am speaking so much.

“Not really,” Payton says, shooting me daggers. Interesting.

“Oh, someone mentioned they saw you talking with a police officer.” I say, watching her eyes closely. “Just wanted to make sure everything was fine. You know, no jaywalking tickets or anything like that.”

Before she can answer, her mother joins in. “Payton, is everything okay?”

Payton glares at me before turning to her mother with a smile plastered on her face. “No mom, it was just an old friend.”

“Anyone I would know?” Her mother asks.

“Dean.”

“Dean? Your Dean?” Her mother perks up instantly. Your Dean? What the hell does that mean?

Payton rolls her eyes, while avoiding mine. “He is not MY Dean, mom. We haven’t seen each other in years.”

“Well, are you going to see him again? Is he still so handsome? Oh, I bet he fills out that uniform something fierce!” Laura is downright babbling now.

“Actually we are having dinner tomorrow night,” Payton tells her mother. We’ll see about that I think, my anger rising.

“You two were such a cute couple. I couldn’t believe it when you went off to college and left him behind.” Laura says with a pout.

“Mom, it wasn’t like that and you know it. We decided together, we were too young and wanted to pursue different things.” She glances at me. “But who knows?” She did not say that last part on purpose did she? Because if she is trying to get my attention, no need. She has it and I’m going to let her know.

Roland huffs. “I don’t like it.” He looks at Payton. “You be careful, there are a lot of crooked cops out there. Even for the honest ones, it's a dangerous world.” For once I agree with my father.

*Payton*

I’m reclined on my bed, e-reader on but unable to focus on the words in front of me. I am thinking back over my high school years. Seeing Dean today has made me nostalgic. We were good together. He was my first and only for so many things. Thinking back on it now, I guess he was the reason I wasn’t really ever attracted to anyone after, well, until Jake. Damn. Why did he keep interfering with my memories? They were as different as night and day, physically and personality.

Just then, the door to the connecting bathroom burst open and Jake is standing there in just a pair of low slung jeans. I know he did that on purpose. Damn, that guy is cut. I slowly drag my eyes up his muscular torso, expecting to see that smirk on his face indicating that he saw me ogling him but instead, what I see has me sitting up straight and taking in a deep breath. He is pissed. I can see, no feel, the anger radiating off him.

Trying to act like he doesn’t matter I simply arch an eyebrow and ask, “Something I can do for you Jake?” I regret my choice of words as soon as I see the look of feral lust in his eyes.

With a growl he was on me instantly. Gripping my ankles, he pulls me down the bed and flat onto my back. I manage a weak shrek before his mouth claims mine. It is no gentle kiss. It isn’t even lustful. It’s punishing, almost to the point of painful.

Jake’s teeth clash with mine, he bites my lip until I can taste the blood. And damn did I like it. He is laying on top of me with an impressive erection at my side. I can feel the heat from it and shift to place it where I ache for it to be.

Jake gave me one good thrust to my core before bringing me back to reality when I heard, “Bitch.”

Pushing with all my might I’m able to get him half off of me as I move to slap his face. He is faster however and captures my hand. Placing it with the other above my head. With his lower half still covering mine, I’m only able to buck my torso enough to see the desire increase in his deep blue eyes.

“How dare you call me that” I hissed. .

“Stop acting like one!”

“What the heck does that mean?” I ask. “What did I do?”.

“Oh, so Saturday night was nothing to you? You don’t remember coming on my fingers, then acting like I don’t exist?” He is glaring at me with cold eyes now. “I’ve seen it before from your type. A few spritzers and you’re honey as hell. Slumming it looks pretty good through those beer glasses does it?” I’m surprised he is still so close to me because the look of disgust in his eyes makes it seem like he would rather be anywhere else.

Well he is not the only one disgusted and pissed off. I’ve given up trying to get free as it just rubs our important parts together even more. “How dare you, Jacob” I purposely say knowing how he hates the name. “You know nothing about me. And you were the one who dropped me at the door to my room Saturday night after only doing half the job. I guess your beer glasses came off when you got home.” I spit back at him.

Jake tips his head back and lets out a big belly laugh. Oh my god, is he on drugs? Losing his mind? Why is he laughing?

“My beer glasses work fine, especially when I leave them at home. I was on the job and I don’t partake of distractions on the job.” He pauses. “Or at least I never did before.”

“Oh, so now I’m a distraction?” I ask. “Well that’s fine, just stay away from me!”

“No can do sis. You’re stuck with me.” And there, the smirk is back. Suddenly something he said earlier hits me.

“No, no, no” I chant as I shake my head. “You are not my security. You were there that night spying on me?”

“Protecting you.” He responds, then goes one cut deeper. “Making sure you didn’t get into any trouble.”

The S.O.B.! I really wished I could shoot daggers out of my eyes as I spit out my next words. “The only trouble I seem to get into is you. And who is going to protect me from that?”

Jake’s expression changes completely and he has the nerve to start to unbutton my top. “I protected you from me.” I looked at him in confusion. “Why do you think I left you at your door?” He asks as he moves down to button number three. “You had been drinking. You weren’t in your right frame of mind.” The fourth and final button is between his fingers. “When you beg for my cock, you will be drunk on desire only”

I am speechless as he stares into my eyes while spreading my top wide. I am so wet right now from hearing him say those things that I am sure he can feel it through my thin sleep shorts. But I am angry at myself for feeling this way.

I purposely snort before I say, “beg for your,,,it will never happen.”

With a flick of his fingers, the front closure of my bra comes open and I course my need for convenience. Jake palms my breast in his big hand, then gives it a hard pinch. I hiss and try to pull away from him but then he is licking the same nipple and the pain is instantly forgotten.

“See sis, I’ll always take your pain away and protect you.” He says before moving over to the other breast. God he is good with his mouth. He slowly lets go of my hands, knowing that I am enjoying this too much to fight it.

He is now leaning over me, not on top but elevated enough to get easy access to my breasts. Holding himself up with one arm he began to bring his hand under my shorts. He hisses when his fingers come in contact with my bare pussy. I never could sleep with underwear on. Guess that is one thing we have in common.

“Well, what do we have here?” His voice has gone husky. “Aren’t you a naughty girl teasing your brother this way?” The smirk is back along with an arched eyebrow. I know it should bother me when he does the whole brother, sister thing but it really doesn’t. Actually, it is a bit of a turn on.

He runs his fingers through my wet folds and looks me deep in the eye when he asks, “who is this for Pay? Who made you drip with need, me or Dean?” When I refuse to answer he takes his hand away and I whimper from the loss.

Nipping at one of my nipples he mumbles, “say it Pay. Say me and I’ll give you what you want.”