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After another hour of Brandon slamming back shots, he pulls me down onto the couch and promptly falls asleep with his arm slung over my body, keeping me against him. I’m ready to go home. I don't like him, and I’d already put up with more than enough of watching Kendra flirt with Jake all night.

I wait until I hear his snores, and then I roll out from under his arm as carefully as I can, striking a ninja pose and laughing at myself when I make it off the couch unnoticed. I walk to the bathroom just in case any of them wake up and ask where I am going, but they sleep through it all. I go and sleep next to Kendra on the floor after that.

When I wake up, I look over and come face to face with a wide-awake Jake. His arm stretched out under Kendra’s head, his fingers brushing the hair from my face. I swallow, trying to snap myself out of it, but I can’t stop looking at him. His messy hair, the relaxed curve of his lips as he smiles at me, and the rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

“Hey,”

Jake whispers softly, his eyes flicking down to Kendra quickly before looking at me again, his voice a little rough from sleep, “You okay?”

How can I explain that I am a mess? That I want him, but I don’t because he tried to play me, and my friend likes him. I nod as Kendra stirs awake. Jake gives her a more subdued smile than the one he gave me before telling her he’s going to take a piss.

“Oh my god, Elle, last night was incredible, wasn't it?”

She's way too excited for someone who just woke up.

“Yeah, it was something,”

I joke, my stomach sinking.

“I can’t believe how much fun we had!”

Kendra props herself up on one elbow and looks at Brandon sleeping before continuing in a quieter voice, “And Jake? He was just… he’s amazing, right?”

she sighs happily.

“He’s something,”

I force a smile, nodding absently as I feel my phone buzz twice beside me. I reach over, surprised to see Jake's name pop up on the screen, and I snatch my phone and roll away from Kendra so she doesn't see it.

I'm not going to pretend to be ok with this anymore

I want to switch

My heart stops as I read the message. I stare at the screen, my mind racing. Before I can overthink it, I quickly type back:

I'm not a homie hopper Jake.

No one would think you were. We met first and we gave our friends their chance

Now it's our turn

What do we do?

I wait for him to respond but before he can, I hear the bathroom door creak open, and look up to see him stepping out, grinning.

He keeps his distance from Kendra, sneaking dimpled smiles my way for the rest of the morning while we clean up and get ready to head out and pick up his daughter.

When he mentions Tolmie State Park and the bay, I’m all in. It sounds like exactly what I need right now. No expectations, just a chill day. If Kendra doesn't want to switch, I’ll enjoy a day at the beach and ask to be taken back to Tacoma. No harm, no foul.

“I need to talk to you about something," I say after grabbing Kendra and taking her to the bathroom, seizing the opportunity to talk to her when the guys go out for a smoke. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I’ve never been one to shy away from confrontation, but it's not something I necessarily enjoy.

"What’s up?" She asks as she fixes her makeup, last night's mascara slightly smeared under her eyes.

"I think,”

I hesitate, my fingers nervously tugging at the sleeve of my shirt, “I'm... Look, I want to switch. I don't like Brandon." There. Let her be angry or whatever.

"Oh, really? That’s funny because Jake likes me. He could barely keep his hands off me last night." She smirks, her reaction not surprising me.

My stomach tightens, and I take a deep breath, my hands clenching at my sides. She doesn't know that it was Jake’s idea. Her reaction might irritate me but at least I already know the outcome, so I try not to smile back at her.

She acts like he wasn't knuckle-deep in my pussy two nights ago, and I know for a fact they didn't hook up last night because I slept beside them. I can't blame her for wanting him if even I do, too.

"All’s fair in love and war, Elle. If you really want him, you can try, but just so you know, from where I'm standing, I don't see him switching." She leaves the bathroom before I can respond, and I take a second to gather my thoughts before the door opens again and Jake comes in.

He quickly shuts the door behind him. His eyes meet mine as I hear the lock click. For a second, there’s a heavy silence before his eyes drop to my lips, and my stomach tightens as he smirks.

“Did you tell her?”

He asks, his voice low, while he slowly approaches me.

“I did,”

I whisper, the words barely out before his hands land on me, and he’s pulling me toward him.

His hands cup my face, and before I even have a chance to react, his lips are on mine. Fast, urgent, like he can’t wait another second. There’s no easing into it, no softness. His kiss is hungry, desperate.

“I've been thinking about you and your tight pussy for two days,”

he growls between kisses. “I told Brandon the plan. He’s down to switch. He could tell you weren't into him.”

“She doesn't think I stand a chance,”

I say as I back away just enough to grin up at him.

“I sent Brandon to pick up Caylee for me,”

he says as his eyes flicker to the wall beside me. He moves us, pushing me up against it, and smiles wickedly before kissing me again. “He’s taking Kendra.”

I take the hint for what it is and pull him closer by his shirt. I slip my hands beneath it, tracing his abs with my fingertips, kissing from his mouth to his neck. I bite, suck, and lick my way to his chest, to the little tattoo peeking out through his unbuttoned polo.

I think about the way he made me cum so hard I saw stars, about how he surprised me by making me squirt when I didn't know I could, and I want to make him feel the same way. So, I drop to my knees and look up at him through my lashes.

“Fuck,”

he groans, low and guttural. He places both hands on the wall and leans against it as I unbutton his jeans, “Keep your eyes on me, Elle.”

I look down long enough to free him and stare back up at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah,”

he laughs, “and you're gonna take it all,”

he smirks and nods his head to continue.

The confidence I felt moments ago is gone. I’ve only been with four guys before, and I’ve never seen a dick this big. He jerks a little as I grab him, my fingers almost reaching around him. I pump him once, twice, before looking up again. I stick my tongue out and lick him from base to tip before taking him in my mouth.

“Shit,”

he hisses when I close my mouth around him and suck. “Use your teeth a little, just a little.”

I smirk as I lean forward and take him into the back of my throat and bite down gently at the base of his dick. Yeah, no gag reflex is coming in clutch right now. I’d do a happy dance if I could breathe.

“Fuck, did you just,”

he stutters as he looks down at me in awe. “Do it again.”

he thrusts, and I meet him, tears gathering in my eyes as I gag for the first time in my life.

“I'm gonna fuck your face, tap my thighs if it's too much,”

he says softly, his voice thick. He runs his thumb gently across my cheek before unleashing himself on me.

My eyes burn as drool drips down my chin, but he doesn’t stop. He grabs my head, holding me still, and takes what he wants. His dick slams into the back of my throat, with each thrust more punishing than the last. My pussy clenches around nothing as he groans above me.

“Eyes,”

he snaps, and I look up at him, unaware I had even closed them. I’m not usually this turned on by sucking dick, but I can feel my panties getting wetter, and I whimper. Jake must hear me because, without warning, he pulls out. A string of drool connecting my mouth to his dick makes me giggle as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. He grabs me by my shoulders, lifting me and spinning me around before grabbing my throat and I’m hauled back against his chest.

“Tell me if you don't want this,”

he whispers into my ear before placing a soft kiss just below it, slipping his hand between my thighs and rubbing me through my clothes. I press myself harder against him in response.

Within seconds, he has my chest pressed against the vanity as he lifts my arms and places my palms against the mirror. He rips down my leggings and panties in one go before slapping my ass once and lining himself up with my pussy.

“Fuck,”

he grunts, “you’re so wet.”

The tip of his dick slides against my clit, making my legs shake.

He presses in and my back bows as he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, using it as an anchor as he slams into me. He doesn't give me time to adjust, his second thrust has me moaning and closing my eyes until he slaps my ass, telling me to open them.

Using his free hand to grab my hip, he hauls me against him with each thrust, slamming into me and hitting my g-spot with each stroke.

“Look at you taking me so well.”

I watch him pull back and drop his head to his chest as he watches his dick disappear inside me, “You’re doing such a good job.”

He buries himself in me, bottoming out with each powerful thrust as he fucks me harder. I bite my lip, crying out as he bends his knees, his dick sliding so deep I try to pull away, but he pulls me up against him by my throat, stopping me.

“I could live and die in this pussy,”

he groans, his features softening as he tilts his head back, completely lost in his own pleasure.

My body is on fire, watching him in the mirror as my orgasm builds, muscles tightening around him like a vice, which only makes him go feral.

“I knew you'd be a good girl,”

he pants, his hand moves from my hip, reaching around me until he's playing with my clit.

“Fuck, you're gripping me so damn tight. I'm gonna cum,”

his growls and his words have me spiraling. I shatter around him. He moves, using both hands to drive my hips back into him, and he fucks me through my orgasm.

Four pumps later, he trembles as he spills inside me. His chest drops onto my back, pressing me into the vanity, making it difficult to breathe. We stay there, chests heaving, before he stands up and slides his softening dick out of me and tucks himself away.

He pulls me up with gentle hands and moves my hair off my neck before placing soft kisses along my shoulder and smirks at me in the mirror.

“I want my cum dripping out of that pussy all day,”

He buttons his jeans and winks. His dimple is on full display as he walks out of the bathroom with a smile.

I follow him out of the bathroom after taking a moment to fix myself, just as Brandon and Kendra come walking through the front door with Caylee.