by Maren Lee
Joe stood and pushed his stool to the side. He moved in and hugged Lane tight, picking her up and spinning her in a circle breaking Jake's hand free from hers. Holy shit. He was just a strong as Jake. His arms were like tree trunks wrapped around her. Joe set her down and they both looked to Jake. He was clearly was not amused by his dad’s antics.
“It is so nice to meet you, Lane. We've heard all about you. What made you choose an ugly mug like this, huh?” He laughed as he embraced Jake in a back slap bro hug. Aww, they love each other.
“I ask myself the same question every day.” Lane said it without even thinking. Shit. Please let him know she was joking.
They all laughed. Whew!
“Step off my girl, Pops. I know you think you still have it going on, but Mom is in the same room. Not cool,” Jake teased.
“Oh please. Your mother knows the sun rises and sets with her in my eyes. But that doesn’t mean I can’t stress my son out a little bit.” Joe winked at Lane.
Sarah chimed in. “Oh you hush, Joe. Don’t mind him, Lane. He’s always giving Jake a hard time.”
Jake moved on and introduced her to Greg, Dani’s husband. He was very quiet. Tall, brown hair, glasses, somewhat muscular, but on the thin side. He towered over Dani by at least 8 inches. He sat down immediately after meeting her and got back to work on his laptop with a beer in his hand. We are going to be best friends, Greg. Lane thought about her laptop in Jake’s truck. It was definitely going to make an appearance this week. She wouldn’t stop working even if she was tied to the bed. Mmmmmm. Tied to the bed. God damnit, Lane. You’re meeting the family!
Her thoughts were interrupted by Jake as he turned to the young man in the kitchen playing on his iPhone. He looked to his dad, “Who’s this? Is that a man bun?!” Jake did not look impressed. Joe shook his head and put his hands up in mock surrender.
Katie ran over from the bar slapping Jake on his arm as she came by, “Be nice! Jake, this is my boyfriend, Shiloh.”
The young man lifted his head for a brief second to give Jake a quick nod. “Sup’ bro?” Then turned his eyes back down to his phone. Uh oh. Jake's brow creased.
“Sup’ bro? Did he really just say that? He doesn't know me. We're not bros.” Jake was looking to his dad for validation, Katie looked ready to crawl under the table. Oh for fuck’s sake. Lane moved in on the side of Jake, wrapping her arms around him.
“It's fine, he's young. Their social skills are not the same as us old folks.” Lane reached up to kiss his cheek. Jake relaxed.
“It's a good thing you're here. I wanted to snatch him up by the man bun and kick his ass out.”
Jake and Joe laughed. Shiloh didn't even look up from his phone to realize there was a conversation going on about him.
Jake wrapped his arms around Lane, “Come on, babe. I'll show you around.” He kissed her and looked up to his parents, “I'm going to give her a tour and get us settled in to my room before dinner.”
His mom looked at Joe then back at Jake, “Yeah, about that…”
Oh great, this didn't look like it was going to be good news.
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Sarah tilted her head to the side, indicating for Jake and Lane to follow her. The went into the formal dining room on the opposite side of the great room.
“Jake, I don’t want you to freak out, so just listen.” She clasped her hands in front of her as if she was bracing herself to deliver the worst news.
“We need Shiloh to sleep in your room-”
“What?! Absofuckinglutely not.” Jake interrupted. “Lane and I don’t need a third wheel, especially one with hair like that,” Jake gestured to the man bun using his index finger and a swirl motion, “and pants like those.” Skinny jeans. Lane didn’t hate them, but they weren’t really a thing in Montana. And she honestly hadn’t missed them. Wranglers were super tight in all the right places.
“Jake! Keep your voice down.” His mom loudly whispered, furrowing her brow at him. Total mom look. “Listen. I know you’re a grown man, and you do...well you do what you do. But Katie doesn’t. Your dad doesn’t want her to share a room with him.” Sarah rolled her eyes.
Jake rolled his eyes, “Jesus Christ, Mom. Number one: I’m thirty-seven years old. Number two: This isn’t 1950. People sleep in the same beds now. And this can’t be shocking to you, but people have premarital sex, too. You already know all about that, don’t you? That’s how you made me!”
Lane slapped his bicep, “Jake, don’t be an ass to your mother. She birthed you and she didn’t have to!” Sarah looked pleased seeing Lane put him in his place. Jake’s shoulders slumped. She could tell that Jake knew he was going to lose now. He groaned. Uh oh.
“Why didn’t you ever build another guest room onto this giant house? That giant foyer is fucking pointless.”
“Jake.” His mother said, disapprovingly.
“Can’t he sleep on the couch?” Shiloh was clearly ruining all their plans. Lane was starting to get pissed too.
“Jake, can you please just share a room with him for the weekend? Lane can be in Katie’s room with her. We weren’t expecting him, so when he showed up with her, we had to come up with a last minute solution.”
Jake crossed his arms and grit his teeth, “Fine. But I want it noted that I’m agreeing under protest and only because you’re my mother and I love you.” Sarah smiled at him as she pulled him in for a hug.
“Oh, and, man bun is NOT sleeping in the bed with me. He can sleep his bony ass on the floor.”
“Thank you, Jakey. We have an air mattress for him.” His mom leaned up and kissed his cheek.
Lane reached over and squeezed his hand as his mom walked back to the kitchen. “That was sweet, Jakey,” she teased. “Don’t worry. We’ll be fine. We might have to get creative or handle business ourselves, but it’ll work.” She snuggled up into him and kissed his neck.
“Oh, babe. You are the sweetest fuckin’ thing in the world for being so flexible, but this isn’t happening. I only agreed to appease my mom. You will be in my bed. Man bun can sleep in Katie's room or in the hallway for all I care.”
“Jake, I don’t want to piss your mom and dad off,” she whispered angrily while scowling at him.
“You won't. Trust me. Katie isn’t fooling me. You don’t just bring some random guy home for Thanksgiving if you aren’t fucking them. She’s probably just as irritated as I am. I can’t believe my parents still think that girl is a virgin.”
“Do you know she’s not?” Lane challenged.
“Do I have hard evidence? No. My gut instincts tell me she’s not innocent here. But who fuckin’ cares if she is or not. Her virtue is not my concern and it shouldn’t be my parents’ concern either. Katie!” Jake yelled across the great room.
“Jake! Stop.” Lane glared.
“I’m handling this, babe.” Jake waved his hand for Katie to come over and join them.
“I want no part in this. I’m going to go try some of that Chex Mix on the counter.” Lane smiled at Katie in passing.
“What’s up, bro?” Katie was just as chipper as ever.
“‘What’s up,’ sis? Your new boy toy is fucking up my Thanksgiving plans. That’s what’s up. I don’t want to share a room with him.”
“Ohhhh, yeah, I didn’t think you would. That’s fine. We can just swap rooms at night. I’ll come to your room-”
“Ehhh-, wrong. You will not be fucking in my bed with your boyfriend...or girlfriend. Whatever that is. You two can sleep in the twin beds in your room.”
“He is a man, Jake. All. Man. I can guarantee you that. Don’t be rude, Jake.”
“Gross. I don’t want to hear these things! Now you can either fess up to mom and dad that you aren’t some innocent little virgin, or you guys better be good at keeping this facade going and not get caught sneaking around. I don’t give a fuck if mom and dad catch me and Lane. What’s it gonna be?”
Katie looked over to their mom and dad who were engaged in conversation with Lane, “I d
on’t want to break Dad’s heart. He would be so upset with me.”
“Oh my God, Katie. Smash the fucking patriarchy already or something. This is so stupid. It doesn’t matter what Dad or big brother thinks about all this. You do you, Katie.” Fuck. Jake realized he was totally starting to sound like Lane. He laughed at himself. I guess I am a God damned feminist.
Katie pursed her lips together and shook her head. Jake realized he wasn’t going to convince her otherwise right now. “Okay, fine. Then you better be smart about it. Sneak in, sneak out.” Jake nodded looking for her confirmation.
“Duh, Jake. I know that.” Katie rolled her eyes, “We’ll be smart about it.”
Jake put his hands up in defense, “I’m not saying you won't, I’m just telling you that the whole ‘virgin princess golden child’ act will come to a screeching halt if you aren’t careful.”
“You’re such a shit, Jake.” Katie glared.
“But you love me anyway.” He put his arm over her shoulder as they walked back to the kitchen.
This was going to blow up in her face and he knew it. Katie was book smart, not street smart. She’d never brought a boyfriend home before and she decided to do it on a long weekend without any prior notice or mention of even having a boyfriend. Rookie mistake. Jake loved his sister dearly, but the jig would be up sooner or later.
Chapter 14
Jake’s family had been friendly and accepting. Well, most of them anyway. Dani seemed to have a chip on her shoulder that Lane couldn’t figure out, but her husband seemed nice enough. Mia and Ally were adorable little girls. Mia had spent the greater part of the evening sitting on Jake's lap reading books. He told the girls stories and joined them in playing with their dollies. It was evident Jake adored his nieces.
After the girls went to sleep, they all sat down to watch Planes, Trains and Automobiles. Joe said it was the only Thanksgiving movie he liked and Christmas movies were off of the table until tomorrow night. Lane loved witnessing their family dynamic. She didn’t have a normal childhood where everyone sat down at dinner together and argued over which rendition of True Grit was the best (it was John Wayne, obviously). Katie preferred the Matt Damon Version, disagreeing with the majority. Shiloh had no idea who John Wayne was. Lane laughed. Oh man, that kid is never gonna make it.
She felt happy being a part of this wonderful holiday week with his family, but a pang of sadness hit her when she remembered she wasn’t a permanent member. Yeah, she was his knocked up girlfriend, but that didn’t mean the relationship was permanent. Lane’s own father had passed away when she was a baby. Her mother died when she was in law school. She had no siblings. No odd aunts or uncles. She was just alone. She suddenly worried that she was getting a taste of something she loved that could very easily be taken away. Lane shifted uncomfortably in her seat on the couch next to Jake. He must have sensed her change of mood because he wrapped his arm around her shoulders tightly and leaned in closer.
Jake whispered, “Head upstairs to the bathroom. I’ll be right behind you.”
“Jake, we just started the movie. Everyone will see.”
“Shhhh. Nobody is going to say shit. They’re all three or four glasses of wine or shots of whiskey deep. Just go. I won't make it obvious. I'll tell them you don't feel good and I'll come check on you.” He discretely kissed her neck softly, giving her a taste of what was to come. Her melancholy disappeared instantaneously.
God that felt good.
Fuck it. Lane got up and headed upstairs to the Taj Mahal of bathrooms and waited for Jake. And waited.
What the fuck is taking him so long? When Jake finally opened the door, he had the biggest smile on his face. He was practically giddy.
“What took you so long?” she demanded to know.
“Sorry, my mom was pestering me about deep frying the turkey tomorrow,” he just kept smiling as he walked toward her. Why is he so happy?
“Well don’t you look as if you hit the lotto or something?” Lane looked up at him and smiled.
“I did hit the lotto when I landed you, Red.”
“Seriously, stop with the sweet. I’m pregnant and hormonal and you’re gonna make me cry when all I really want right now is an orgasm.”
“I’ll give you everything you want, baby,” Jake promised. Lane’s pussy flexed as he approached her, backing her up against the counter. These days he could just yawn ten feet away from her in the same room and she wanted to take her panties off. If she wasn't pregnant and horny as fuck, she might have had a chance at resisting him and not fucking him in his parents’ house. But right now? Not a chance.
Jake pressed his body against hers as he pulled her in for a knee weakening kiss. His mouth moved over hers possessively, slowly spreading her lips and making her body ache. She moaned as his hands slid to her hips and his thumbs worked the elastic of her leggings and panties, pushing them down her thighs. He grabbed the roundness of her ass and picked her up, placing her on the edge of the countertop. Jake pulled her boots off and slid her bottoms off the rest of the way leaving her bare assed on the cold granite counter top with her lace topped black thigh highs on.
“Jesus, baby. These are the sexiest socks I have ever seen.” He ran his hand from her knee to her inner thigh.
“They’re nice with boots. They keep me warm.” Lane placed her palms flat on the counter behind her and leaned back.
“You should wear boots more often.” Jake put both of his hands on her thighs and rubbed back and forth, “I've been wanting you all fucking day. I keep thinking about the way you had your mouth on me earlier and my pants get tight. I need to be inside of you.” Jake unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his length out he stroked it as he looked into her eyes. Lane licked her lips.
“You want this big dick inside you?” He held it out for her to look at as he stroked.
Oh fuck yeah she did. Lane bit her lip and swallowed hard, “Please.”
Jake was on her, moving her ankles up onto his shoulders leaving her glistening pussy peeking out between her thighs. She leaned back on the counter, keeping her upper body propped up on her elbows. He grabbed his shaft and placed the tip of his cock at her opening. He pushed inside of her slowly. Lane could feel every long, thick inch of him inside of her. The angle made every bundle of nerves inside of her react. Lane let out a gasp and deep moan of pleasure and he pulled back out and thrust back in. Holy fuck.
“Yesssss,” Jake hissed out. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he whispered. “So wet. You’re so ready for me.”
Jake started moving in and out of her, faster, harder. “I’m always ready for you, Jake,” she whispered out.
“Oh yeah, this pussy is such a slut for my dick. So god damn greedy.”
God, his dirty mouth.
“Fuck! Jake!” Shit. She was loud, but she couldn't help it.
Jake pulled out quickly, brought her legs down and pulled her off the counter. He quickly flipped her around so that she was facing the mirror. Jake’s powerful body was behind her. He bent her over the counter and entered her again from behind. Lane moaned again.
“Shhhhhh, baby. You need to be quiet. Mmmmm. So good. I’m gonna have to make you be quiet, aren’t I?” he whispered, seductively. Lane nodded. Oh my god, yes. Make me be quiet.
Jake covered her mouth with his right hand to quiet her. He smiled and thrust deeper, pulling her head and neck back into his chest while he fucked her. Lane moaned into his hand and he pushed harder on her mouth with his hand.
“Shhhhh, baby,” he whispered. “We can’t let everyone know we’re in here fucking raw. I don’t want everyone in this house to know I’m going to coat this tight pussy with my come.”
Lane was dripping. She looked at the two of them in the mirror. Her breasts bounced as he continued to push in and out of her. She leaned over the counter a bit more, tipping her ass up to change the angle. The sound of their coupling was erotic. Wet slapping noises. Heavy breaths. Soft moans through Jake’s fingers. He moved his left hand down to
her wetness. He swirled his first two fingers around her clit, gathering moisture, and then moved her hand around to her backside, pressing her two fingers into her tight ass.
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Lane was on sensation overload, her core tightened as he slammed into her pussy and fingered her back entrance. Everything unraveled at the same time. They made eye contact in the mirror and the passion she saw in Jake’s eyes sent her so far over the edge she didn’t think she’d ever hit the bottom. She came hard, her body tingling and flexing from top to bottom. Jake was relentless. He continued to fuck her hard and deep as his balls drew up. He thrust hard one last time as he came deep inside her. Lane cried out as he sent another orgasm through her, her sounds of pleasure muffled by his hand. He pressed his hand even tighter against her mouth. He continued to move the fingers on his other hand in and out slowly until he stopped pulsing inside of her. He slowly withdrew his fingers and leaned into her back, his cock still buried deep inside of her. Fucking amazing.
