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One Moment of Doubt

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Warnings: dark elements, some sexiness in this.

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Jensen’s fingertips send ripples radiating through you. His warmth surrounds you, swathing you in a soft heat, slowly building as your own hands explore his body. You hook your thumbs in the top of his jeans as you cradle him between your legs, writhing as his tongue delves into your mouth.

His right hand comes up behind your head, steadying you as he trails down your cheek and chin. He kisses your neck as you moan. You flutter up his back, feeling his bare skin as his chest presses flush to you. His nails dig into your side as he nips along your throat.

His embrace is intoxication, so much so that you forget every doubt you had. You know that you’re ready, that he’s the one. You want him so bad.

He parts, panting as you feel along his stomach, the muscles tensing. You puff thinly up at him as he hovers just above you. You feel his excitement against you.

“You sure, honey?” He breathes.

You want to say yes, you’re about to say yes, but you can’t. Honey. Why did he have to call you that? Why do you have to think of… him? The epithet has Professor Rogers’ voice echoing in your head.

You drag your hand up and push against his chest, nearly sobbing, ��sorry, Jake, I… I need a moment,” you gasp out.

You feel his reluctance, a moment of hesitation, but he pushes off of you and sits up. He swings his legs down over the edge of your narrow bed. He rubs the hair across his chest, trailing up to scratch his jawline.

“I’m sorry,” you quiver, “I don’t… I… that was good, I’m just… nervous.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he drops his shoulders.

“Please, I just… I need to splash some water on my face, that’s all.”

“Sure,” he mutters.

You don’t blame him. You stand up and fix your bra, popping your tits back into the cups as you poke your arms through the straps. He huffs and a roiling guilt fills your veins.

You go to the sink in the corner, keeping your back to him as you crank on the faucet. You put your hands under the cold water and lean in. You hear a subtle buzz but ignore it as you close your eyes and throw the water across your face.

Another short vibration. Probably Inez or your mother. You turn off the tap and reach for the hand towel nearby. You sense movement as you turn around and Jake frowns as he pulls his gaze away from your phone, forgotten during your romp. It rests just against the bed frame and lights up.

Jake stands, not looking at you as he scoops his shirt off the floor.

“You know, I think I should go back to mine–”

“What? Aren’t you staying the night?”

He shakes his head and pulls on the tee, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. There’s no room.”

“Huh? But–”

“I’m not a fucking idiot,” he sneers. You’ve never heard him like that, “read up on your messages, maybe that guy can give you what you want.”

“What?” You rush over to him, “who— what guy?”

He rolls his eyes and nudges past you, snatching up your phone. He curls his lip as he reads the screen, ‘Thinking of you dresses as Mrs. Claus for Christmas. Have you been naughty or nice?’

You grimace and recoil, “who– I don’t know what that means, Jensen.”

“Sure,” he avoids your gaze as he turns the phone to you. You can tell he’s hurt, “I… I don’t wanna be your second choice. Give him a call, maybe he can get the chastity belt off–”

“Hey, Jen, that’s not–”

“Nice? No, neither is texting other guys.”

“I told you, I’m not–”

He turns the phone to him as the screen brightens. Another message. He swipes up, the lock already disabled by the short glimpse of your face in the lens. His cheek strains and he throws the phone away from him like fire.

“What the fuck!?” He explodes, startling you, “you have to be kidding me? Him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re fucking professor? That fucking creep?”

“Please, Jensen, no–”

“He sent you a special Christmas gift, enjoy,” he shoves you out of the way and stomps by you, “I can’t fucking believe I thought you were really into me–”

“Jen, I am. I don’t know what he said but–”

“Fuck off,” he grabs his jacket, his bag, and his boots, “I don’t want to hear it. I should’ve known. The way you lost that TA thing so fast, how he was always where you are– what am I to you? A fucking joke? A game?”

“Not at all, I swear, he’s crazy. He won’t leave me alone but I told him too. I don’t– he’s been following me and I’m so scared, Jen–”

“I don’t believe a word,” he pulls open the door, “I’m tired of your lies. Empty promises. I should’ve known…” he stops and looks back at you, eyes glistening as he fixes his glasses, “I could never get a girl like you.”

He stalks off and you run after him, forgetting about your lack of shirt. You grab onto his arm as he gets to the front door and he shrugs you off. You try again and he elbows you away.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me,” he points in your face, “go get that pervert to do it. If he can even get it up.”

You wince and pull back. You clasp your hands together, your heart sinking. You want to tell him everything, make him hear the truth, but you don’t know if it’s worth it. The things he’s saying, the way he’s acting…that he would take Rogers’ word over yours.

“I never lied to you,” you croak, “so go. If you don’t want to listen, fucking go.”

You spin and storm away, clutching your chest with one hand as you flick away tears. You sniffle and stumble back into your room. The front door slams and you nearly keel over.

How could everything have flipped so fast? You go to the bed and retrieve your phone from where it landed. You turn the screen up and nearly scream. There on the screen is a photo of Professor Rogers, naked, with only a corner of a bedsheet covering his pelvis.

You blocked his number. How could he–

If Jensen had looked closer he would see that there was no conversation, that the contact was unknown. Those details fade to the edges of the messages and the photo. You almost can’t blame Jake for buying Professor Rogers’ lies; it seems to be his specialt

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That's My Girl--Jake Seresin (An Arrangement Series)

a/n: I realize I never stated what the name of the flower shop is called so that will be told here!

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After Reynolds picked you up from work one Friday night, Jake called you and asked if you’d like to meet him at The Hard Deck. Excited to see more of him in his friend group you said yes and Reynolds had no problem driving you there after you changed out of your work clothes at home.

Reynolds chatted with Rhea while you raced upstairs to change and when you looked at yourself in the mirror, you really wanted to make yourself look nice. You still had leaves in your hair from an arrangement you were working on. After cleaning out the leftover leaves, you used that expensive dry shampoo Jake supplied you, washed your face and did your makeup the way Inez showed you.

You found the perfect outfit; a babydoll type black top, high-waisted light washed jeans and a black belt. Then you found a cute pair of wedges with a black floral design that wrapped around your foot and your outfit was set. Until you saw the leaf earrings winking at you on one of your dressers where your perfume is and you placed them in your ears.

“Perfect,” you smile at yourself and admire the earrings for a moment longer before descending the stairs.

“All set?” Reynolds asks.

“Yup. Do you think Jake would mind if I invited Serena and Dom?”

“Not at all. Do we need to pick them up?” He sounds almost hopeful.

“No, they live together so they’ll come together. But,” you touch his forearm, “I’m sure Jake will bring me home so you can drink with us if you’d like. Dom loves tequila sunrises.”

He smiles at that nugget of information and then you’re both out the door. On the way there, Serena texted they’ll meet you in a little over an hour and as you walked up the sandy walkway and through the double doors, you became nervous. There’s a lot of Navy in this bar and you stood on your tiptoes to look for your Navy guy.

“y/n!” Penny calls from the bar.

Thankful to see a familiar face, you weave through some bodies and give her a hug over the counter.

“Looks like you’re looking for someone,” she says.

“I am. Have you seen Jake around?” your eyes scan around her as if he’ll magically appear just by you saying his name.

“Him and the squad are back the billiards and darts,” Penny nods to her right. “Can I get you anything? I’ll make sure to put it on Hangman’s tab.”

You laugh nervously because you know he wouldn’t want you to pay for your drinks at all.

“Sure. I’ll just have a hard seltzer right now, with a straw please.”

She pops open the can and sticks a straw in it for you and you make your way towards the game area. Jake and Coyote are at the dartboard and Coyote has his hand over Jake’s eyes while Jake tosses his darts. He makes three bullseyes in a row.

“Is there anything you can’t do?” you ask and he whips his head around so fast while Coyote collects the darts. You feel flattered when his eyes glitter over you, a bright smile on his face.

“Well, don’t you look mighty pretty,” he approaches you and places his hands on your waist. His eyes move to the drink in your hand. “You put that on my tab, right?”

“Yes, Penny knew to,” you nod. “But seriously, are you bad at anything?”

“We’re still trying to figure that one out,” Rooster says behind you. “We wanna find what makes him a sore loser.”

“Never will Rooster, I’m too damn good.”

You can see in his eyes that this is Hangman talking, he’s got a certain err of confidence that’s slightly borderline on cocky.

“Not very humble, are you?” you tease and that makes Rooster snort into his beer.

When Jake looks at you, that mirth is replaced by the tender softness you’re used to and you know this is Jake. The real him.

“Sorry, Sugar. The Navy needs the best and drills it into us, hard not to brag. Especially in front of you,” he pokes your nose.

“Can I play?” you point to the dartboard behind him.

“Need me to show you how?” Jake flirts.

“You toss a dart at a bard, pretty simple,” you shrug. You move out of his arms to take the darts from Coyote.

“Please beat him, he needs to be knocked down a peg or two,” Coyote encourages.

“There is a certain finesse to it, Sugar,” Jake picks up three other darts and he smirks at you. “I’d be happy to show you.”

“I’ll ask for help if I need it,” you pat his chest and move to the scuffed green tape on the floor signifying where to stand. “Ladies first?”

Coyote moves out of the way and Jake does a slight bow, his right arm extended towards the dart board as if presenting it to you.

“But of course.”

You take turns trailing each other in points but in the end, you get a bullseye and it wins you the game. Rooster and Coyote cheer behind you then run off to find the others.

“Good job, Sugar,” Jake congratulates as you sip on your drink through your straw.

“Thank you,” you smile sweetly.

“Did you really beat him?” Phoenix asks impressed.

“Yeah.” You say and Jake comes up behind you, his fingers tickling your sides making you laugh. “I did.”

Phoenix glances between you two then she cocks her head to the side.

“You didn’t let her win, did you?”

“Oh no,” Rooster groans, “You did, didn’t you?”

When Jake doesn’t respond you turn your head to look up at him. He’s drinking his beer slowly and avoiding your eyes.

“Did you let me win?” you ask softly. He still avoids your gaze, shifting uncomfortably against you and you pout. “I want a rematch.”

“Sugar–”

You spin out of his arms and place a hand on your hip.

“I mean it, don’t hold back.”

“All right,” he relented, “we’ll do a rematch.”

He lets you go first and you do pretty well but then his three bullseyes in a row easily overpowers you. You turn grumpy and Jake grabs your hand.

“You told me not to hold back.”

“I know, I’m still grumpy because you let me win. Let’s go again.”

You move away from him again, he sighs as you gather the darts and take your position. You suck down the rest of your drink. You end up getting a few bullseyes yourself which impresses Jake. When it’s his turn you watch his stance and the clear focus in his eyes as he aims.

It’s down to the final points and you plant your feet, square your shoulders and take a deep breath. You relax your arm and toss them quickly in a row, each one landing smack dab in the center. There’s silence behind you and when you turn around they’re all staring at you but Jake is smirking.

“What just happened?” Rooster asks dumbfounded.

“She hustled me, that’s what,” Jake grins. He saunters to you, pulls you against him by your hips and kisses you. You smile into his kiss wrapping your own arms around his shoulders and he lifts you off the ground. “Were you on a team or something?”

“No,” you murmur on his lips. “I just don’t think and hope for the best. I’m lucky.”

“Very lucky.”

You continue to kiss until you feel your phone and wrist vibrate from a text. Breaking the kiss, you glance at your watch reading a text from Serena that she and Dom have arrived.

“Serena and Dom are here,” you tell him and he sets you back down on your feet. “I’ll be right back.” You lean up and give him a quick kiss.

“Drinks are on me, Sugar,” he calls after you.

You find Serena at the bar looking great as she always does and give her a hug.

“Where’s Dom?”

“He got distracted by Reynolds outside,” Serena smirks.

The two of you order your drinks then she links her pinky with yours and you lead her towards the back where Jake and his friends are. They’ve gone back to their pool game and you notice the flirtatious look of interest between Serena and Rooster. Jake’s eyes were on you and he sent a wink your way before breaking the balls.

“I beat Jake at darts, do you want to play?” you ask Serena.

“Sure. Who’s the guy in the Hawaiian shirt?”

“That’s Rooster,” you line up for your shot, squinting one eye shut.

“He’s hot.”

“I’ll introduce you when they’re done with pool. Don’t want to interrupt their game,” you say and throw a dart. You line up for the next shot.

“Do you think his little rooster lives up to his name?”

“Serena!” you exclaim and you throw your dart but it smacks a guy in the back of the head a little ways away. “Oh no!”

“Ow! What the–”

You rush over to him already apologizing profusely as he rubs his head and turns around. He smiles at you then picks up the dart.

“Are you okay? I wasn’t aiming for you, I swear!” you fluster out, your voice just shy of panicking. Because of course you would be the one to hit someone with a dart.

“I would hope not, unless we’re in the hunger games or something,” he smiles. “Good thing these aren’t real darts, right?”

“Yeah, I would have felt even worse. This is why I’ll never go axe throwing.”

“You hit people in the head a lot?”

“No, I’d be worried it would fly back and decapitate me,” you shake your head and take the dart back. “I’m sorry again.”

“No blood no foul,” he shrugs then points a finger at you that’s not holding onto his beer bottle, “don’t you work at that flower shop? Rose Window? I’m John B Stokes…my grandpa Roger worked with your Grandpa John?”

The name rings a faint little bell and you’re staring at him trying to place his face.

“We used to play in the circle of their subdivision in the summer?”

“Oh yeah!” you smack your palm against your forehead at finally recognizing him. “We’d sneak freeze pops and draw treasure maps on the driveway. Wow, it’s been a long time, huh?”

“It has. My mom told me you took over the shop after he died, I was sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you, it was very rough the first few years.”

“And how’s Betty?”

“She’s…getting by,” you nod. You don’t want to go into details about her health right now. “I’ll tell her I ran into you. What have you been up to?”

“I own a surf shop along the beach with my buddy, JJ.”

“You always did like to surf, even in my grandparent’s pool.”

“Remember when we climbed that tree….”

“Woah, who’s that over by y/n?” Bradley asks while Jake is lining up for his shot.

“Who?”

“The guy and her hot friend.”

“Serena and Dom, I told ya’ll they were coming,” Jake responds and sinks the red solid in the corner pocket.

“And you said Dom was gay?”

“Yes,” Jake responds patiently as he lines up again.

“Well, the way this dude’s looking at her says otherwise.”

That catches Jake’s attention and he looks over in your direction from his angle along the pool table. He sees Serena next to you and a guy that is definitely not Dom talking to you. He’s got a hat on backwards and is dressed like a surfer, his tanned face clearly signifies that.

You’re both smiling and laughing with Serena nodding along and piping in now and again. Jake stands up immediately to get a better look. The guy isn’t standing too close to you but he has conflicting feelings because the two of you are still figuring things out together. He trusts you, he really does, but he’s seen how men look at you when you’re out in public.

Hell, he saw how they all looked at you when you walked into the bar now. And he knows how charming you are–you don’t realize when you are being charming and it draws them in. Like flies to honey and you’re the sweetest bit o’honey there is. You probably don’t even realize the guy is flirting with you, you’re just that nice.

What really stirs the green monster of jealousy inside him is the way the guy is looking at you because it’s the way Jake looks at you. And that just won’t do.

He has four shots left before he wins and he makes a decision to go intervene if you’re still being bothered. He sinks them in record time, winning the game. He picks up his beer bottle and takes a swig.

“We should have called you Hammerhead,” Bradley grumbles, rolling his cue stick on the table. Jake scowls at him. “You know, cause it’s a shark and pool sharks is when–”

“Yeah, I get it Bradshaw,” Jake snaps.

“Cool, you two done?” Bob asks reaching for Jake’s cue stick.

“Have at it, Bobby,” Jake hands it off a little too roughly. He wants to intervene but he can’t really read the situation properly.

“What’s got him upset now?” Bob scowls rubbing at his chest. “I thought y/n being around didn’t make you such a dick.”

“Some dude’s talking to his Sugar Pie,” Phoenix appears next to Rooster.

“Uh oh,” Bob sighs, racking the balls back up.

Serena glances at Jake and gives him a look, her eyebrows raised and glances to the guy you’re talking to.

That’s his cue.

“Excuse me,” Jake makes his way towards you.

When he’s close enough, he rests his hand on your hip, pressing into you.

“Hi Serena,” he greets then curves his head so he can see your face. “He Sugar.”

A testing glance to the guy who is also sizing him up.

“Jake! This is John B, we grew up and played together. Our grandparents were neighbors,” you explain excitedly.

“Really? That’s nice,” he cocks his head back in a normal position and makes a show of lifting his hand on your hip to John B. “I’m Jake.”

John B takes his hand and it’s a firm grip, both of them squeezing as hard as they can. Jake’s impressed, but only a little.

“I heard,” John B nods to his service khakis. “Air Force?”

“Naval aviator,” Jake stiffens.

“Damn, that’s badass, man,” John B says.

“What do you do?”

“I own a surf shop just down the beach. I rent out paddle boats if you’d like to try them sometime,” John B is speaking to you.

“Those aren’t really safe,” Jake shakes his head.

“I’ve always wanted to try those! Serena, let’s do it sometime,” you say.

“Sugar, I don’t think–”

“And you and Rooster can come, it’ll be a fun double date,” you’re literally bouncing in excitement. Your eyes are wide as you look up at him.

‘Double date’ puffs Jake’s chest up a little, he gives a subtle nod to John B.

“Sure, anything you want Sugar.”

“Come by anytime,” John B says unfazed. “I gotta get back with my friends but it was good to see you again, y/n. And nice meeting you, Serena.”

“You too,” Serena smiles.

“Jake,” John B nods, then he touches your shoulder before heading back to his corner.

“Did you win at pool?” you ask just as Jake starts leading you back to the others.

“Of course I did. I think we should introduce Serena and Rooster, don’t you think?”

“Ugh, please! I’m foaming at the mouth,” Serena follows and downs the rest of her drink.

Once you’re all back with the squad, Bradley stands up from his stool when he sees Serena approaching.

“Serena, this is Roos–”

“Bradley,” he interrupts, clearing his throat. “You can call me Bradley.”

“What if I want to call you Rooster?” Serena smiles.

“That works, call me whatever you want, honey,” he flirts. “Can I get you another one?”

“Please,” Serena grins and leads the way to the bar. Bradley places his hand on the small of her back and they disappear in the crowd.

“Well, guess we’re chopped liver,” you giggle and hop up onto the stool next to Phoenix.

“What’s the story with you and John B?” Jake asks, Phoenix winces but he ignores her.

“What story?” you straighten his collar. He removes your hand so he can lace your fingers together.

“Did you two have a summer romance at one point or something?”

“No? Why would you think that?”

“He was flirting with you, sweetheart.”

“No, he wasn’t,” you shake your head. But when you glance over Jake’s shoulder you lock eyes with John B and you frown. “Was he?”

“With his eyes, yes, he was,” Jake nods.

“His eyes?” Phoenix snorts.

“Do you mind? We’re having a conversation here, Phoenix,” he snips.

“Hey, you two came by me but I’ll leave. Don’t let your jealousy take over, it’s not a good look, Bagman,” she pats his shoulder as she sidles past him.

“Wait a minute, you’re jealous that I was talking with him?” you ask and he sighs, his eyes downcast. “Jake?” You place a finger under his chin, lifting it gently.

“Maybe a little. He was looking at you the way I do, I didn’t like it,” he admits. Never in a million years would he think he’d admit to being jealous but you’re altering his code.

“You wanna know something?” you remove your hand from his and slip your arms around his neck and pull him closer so he’s between your legs.

“What?”

“I don’t look at anyone else the way I look at you,” you whisper. “Do you know how many women stare at you when we’re together?”

“No, I don’t see anyone but you, darlin’,” he grins.

He’s surprised when you initiate the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair.

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