A/N: Hey! I know I've been gone forever - I've started a new job and things have been hectic.
I know it's been even longer since I visited this story - it's just not a story you can write if you aren't feeling it.
Anyway I hope you enjoy :)
Jay's list of fantasies – Chapter Fifteen
Erin POV
"I'm gonna be sick." My smirk grows, eyes rolling back at Jay's groan.
"Don't be so dramatic."
"My eyes. They burn."
"Shut up." I can't contain my laugh as Jay slips on a stool next to me.
"Is this how people feel when it's us?"
"Maybe." I raise an eyebrow, dropping my eyes slowly down his body.
"Ugh." He drops his head onto the bar.
"But, probably not." I shrug, reaching for my beer and taking a swig.
"Want to elaborate?" His head briefly pops up.
"Not particularly, but given you're being such a baby I guess I will." I sigh before signaling for a whiskey, sliding my almost full beer to Jay.
"Hey." He pouts, before his lips close around the tip of the bottle, just where my lips were resting.
"When people catch us in a compromising position… I mean… we're not… old?" My sentence ends meekly, a smirk hiding behind my glass.
"Uh huh." He turns to me, knees bumping, his sexy smirk in place.
"And well… hot. Oh so hot."
"Oh. That you most certainly are." I'm giggling as Jay's lips touch mine briefly.
"Anyway, I don't know the delicate way to put it Jay. But we're young… Trudy and Mouch just… aren't. So yes seeing them having sex back there was… not the dinner and show I had in mind."
"We were gonna do it back there." Jay grumbles sullenly.
"We still can babe, they won't be there all night."
"I'm not having sex there now." I roll my eyes at him again, before laughing at the hypocrisy we're engaging in.
"There are other ideas."
"Uh oh." He sends me an alarmed glance.
"What?"
"I don't like that glint in your eyes."
"What?"
"Nothing good ever comes of it." he shakes his head fiercely.
"Now, that's just untrue. Unless you don't like the sex that comes after it." I tilt my head, finger tracing the top of my glass.
"It's also the look you get before a fight…"
"We have sex after we fight. Not seeing a problem." My shoulders raise into a quick shrug as I chug back my whiskey, savoring the burn.
"Do you always have a comeback for everything?"
"Yes. Are you just realizing that?" I raise an eyebrow in question.
"Oh god. What have I gotten myself into?" He teases with a smirk, thumb tracing my engagement ring.
"Ya love me and my evil ways."
"More than I thought possible." His tone drops, sincerity dripping in his tone.
"Shut up."
"What?"
"Don't turn this all mushy." I drag my hand from his, punching his shoulder playfully.
"Should I reserve that for the wedding day?" He chuckles into his hand, his brilliant smile lighting up his eyes as they twinkle over at me.
"Save it for the engagement party."
"You're so generous." He quips back in sarcasm.
"I know. How'd you get so lucky?" I scrunch my nose up in laughter as he pulls me in for a hard kiss.
I turn to order another drink when the idea cements in my mind.
"Oi Otis!" I call out, ushering him over.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
"I'm here to collect that favour." I wink at him, knowing it will take him a minute to recall.
"Wait. But you owe me one…" He trails off, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Yeah, that's what I said." I shrug at him.
"Right, well I don't need one." He shrugs at me before beginning to turn away.
"I'm here to close Molly's for you. Take the night off."
"It'll be late."
"I'm a big girl." I watch him as he flicks his eyes between Jay and myself.
"I have to do inventory."
"You're in luck. I have a househusband." I tilt my head toward Jay, watching him roll his eyes out of the corner of my eyes.
Otis opens and closes his mouths a few times struggling against my hard stare, finally he looks at Jay with his stare pleading for assistance.
"Thought you'd learn by now. Don't look at me. I can't save you from her."
"He's weak against my charm." Jay elbows me, my giggles increasing.
Otis sighs heavily before shaking his head and dropping his keys on the bar in defeat, casting a look around the few remaining patrons in Molly's.
I smirk in triumph as he grabs his coat and heads for the door.
"You know we're not actually doing the inventory right?" I call out with an innocent smile as he pause and turns.
"Yep, the thought had crossed my mind. Just make sure to lock up." He shakes his head at us.
"You're a lucky man, all I can say." Is his final comment before he leaves, I smirk over at Jay, resting my chin on his shoulder.
"You're certainly gonna get lucky." I whisper into his ear before placing a kiss on his neck.
"Drive safe!" I roll my eyes at Jay, dropping my head back, staring at the ceiling impatiently.
"Hurry up, lock the damn door."
"I had to make sure she got into a cab safely."
"I'm sure she was looking for you to get into her safely." I grumble, feeling the burn of jealousy more than the alcohol I've been pouring down my throat all night.
"Are you jealous?"
"Huh. Me? No way." His smirk is infectious as he closes the distance between us, his eyebrow raised and having me lick my lips in anticipation.
"Oh, but I think you might be." Our bodies touch, caressing each other softly as our noses brush together.
"Maybe a little."
"Maybe more than a little. I thought you were gonna scratch her eyes out."
"No."
"Uh huh."
"I wanted to punch her, in her perky little face." Jay's laugh is loud, his hands gripping my hips and holding me firmly against his hard body.
"Right. My mistake."
"It really is." I breathe out, lips trailing down his neck, teeth nipping at his sensitive skin.
His hands slide around to cup my ass, lifting me up into his arms. Our lips meet in a heated kiss, fingers messing up his hair and scraping along his scalp feeling the tremors rumble through his body.
I gasp out in pain as he rams my back into the edge of the bar, his tongue taking the chance to slip in and battle with mine.
Jay's not shy to grind against me, getting himself worked up for the main event.
Buttons pop open as our hands roam, seeking out the areas of our bodies that unlock the lust within.
I'm panting as his mouth moves to my neck, working on leaving his mark.
My center is throbbing as I clench my thighs the best I can, craving a release.
A release I know will only come from Jay's skilled hands or his manhood, and not my wiggling around in his arms unnecessarily.
"You're gonna leave a bruise if you squeeze my sides any damn tighter. Skip leg day once in a while would ya." Jay's teeth graze my collarbone, his tone mocking but still sexy.
"Paybacks a bitch." I groan out, as I tug on his hair.
Jay's movements are so sudden I start to fall backwards when he moves away from the bar, his strong hand righting me as he moves it up to tangle in my hair.
I'm groaning in need as he moves us across the room, and around behind the bar.
He sets me on the lower side of the bar, murmuring his relief.
"Was starting to wonder about the logistics of this." I giggle at him, before re attaching our lips briefly.
"If you'd just wear a skirt more often it would make my life so much easier."
"Says the man who reluctantly agrees to sex in exciting places." I gasp as he rips my shirt open, hands undoing my jeans next.
I lift my hips enough for him to work my jeans down, pulling my boots off with them and letting the fall unwanted to the floor.
He pushes my shoulders until my upper back rests against the higher side of the bar, I raise my eyebrow as his hands wrap around the tequila.
"You know what I've never done?" My heart quickens in anticipation, my wetness growing.
"What?" My voice is high with need; his smirk is all the answer I need.
My eyes watch as he licks up my toned stomach before pouring the salt, I reach for a lime when he's pouring his shot.
I giggle before placing the lime in my mouth and enjoying the face Jay makes when the shot burns down his throat.
I clench when his warm tongue laps up the salt, eyes connected as his lips close the distance between us.
I sigh as he takes the lime from my mouth with minimal touching.
"God I love you." I whisper as I sit up, moving to pull Jay's shirt off.
"I love you too." He whispers, hands unbuckling his belt.
Whimpers escape my lips as his fingers sweep aside my panties and test how ready I am.
"Please." I beg, as I push down his jeans and boxers.
My hand wraps around his length, pumping a few times, enjoying the way Jay loses himself in my embrace.
I scoot to the end of the bench, guiding his manhood to my waiting core. I sigh as he pushes in, never growing tired of the feeling when our bodies join.
Jay's lips brush against mine, before resting his forehead on mine, fingers gripping my hips as he pumps into me.
Our moans fill the quiet bar as our sweaty bodies slide against each other, my hands running along his back and my words encouraging him to drive deeper, to seek a faster pace.
My eyes are wide in pleasure, as his thumb brushes my clit sending me shuddering over the edge into my orgasm.
Jay's last few pumps are deeper, slower, before I feel him too release, shuddering along side me.
When our bodies come down from their high, our noses brush together as our eyes meet lovingly.
I smile before joining our lips in a slow and soft kiss.
"Thank you." I whisper between sweet kisses.
"For what? For that? Because anytime." He winks at me, before nuzzling our noses.
"No… for being everything I could want in a man. You're more than I ever allowed myself to dream about…" I blink away some happy tears, Jay's hand on my cheek.
"I love that I can be sarcastic, tough or vulnerable with you. That I can want to make love, or just cuddle – and you're there. Either way, always."
"I just want to spend time with you. Be with you. You know I love you Erin. I'll take what you give, for as long as you give it."
"Well I've given you my heart, and you can always have it." I drop my forehead to his.
"You can always have mine, you always have."
"Oh, Jay." I kiss him softly, before pulling him into a hug.
"Now, who's getting all mushy?" He nudges me with sarcasm, causing a laugh to spring through the tears.
"Damn you. You're rubbing off on me."
"Well I can be."
"Get to it then." His smirk worries me for a moment before his hands attack my sides; uncontrollable laughs spring from my lungs.
"Stop." I cry out through giggles, tears streaming down my cheeks as I twist in his arms, trying to escape the tickles.
But, never wanting to escape his arms.
I've finally found where I belong.
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