Chapter XIV
Sherry
The entire ride home was silent .Even as the music blasted in the car Sherry could not bring herself to listen, the roads were generally empty – it was almost new years so naturally this would happen. Her mind was anything but empty, all she could think about was what Jake would say to her when she told him what they had proposed. Furthermore, she couldn't stop thinking about Jeff.
She felt like an utter fool. How stupid of her to truly believe that this man wouldn't do something like this. Sherry hissed a cursed in the car. She would slap him if she saw him in person anytime soon, he annoyed her more than anyone had in years and she knew that it would be a sad thing for him if he showed up in Jake's presence. Jake would surely beat him to a pulp if he found out.
Upon entering her home Sherry found it was empty. She showered, made dinner and played with her cats who had been watching her curiously, she was certain they felt her discomfort.
It was around 12 AM that Jake knocked at her door. Hastily Sherry ran to it and opened, leaping into his arms and letting him carry her inside as she kept her limbs wrapped around his cold frame.
"I missed you," she whispered when he sat down on the couch and kissed her lightly on the lips, "it's been a rough day."
"Damn right," he sighed heavily. She stared at Jakes hard face with curiosity. "What's wrong?" He asked her gently.
"You first, you seem to have something no your mind."
He nodded and kept his hands on her hips, his thumbs stroking her hip bones carefully, the skin there was soft and almost velvet like. "I spoke to my mom, about the doctors visit that she went to."
Sherry nodded with a tightening on her heart, it wasn't good.
"They told her she has … cancer."
Sherry's breath hitched, "I'm so sorry Jake."
He said nothing to her and simply swallowed, "She's handling it much better than I thought she would."
"I am so sorry." Sherry repeated, stroking his face gently. Jake pulled his cheek away and she stared with a bit of confusion before letting it go. "I'm going to call her tomorrow, I imagine she's asleep."
"She didn't want you to know so, you can't do that."
"Why wouldn't she want me to know?" Sherry asked, pulling back a bit and staring with confusion.
"She knows how sad you'd get about it."
"Okay."She replied simply and nodded.
Jakes eyes remained a bit distant and his hands were no longer stroking the skin at her hips. He seemed focus on something far away. It's not the right time to bring up the mission, it would be inappropriate.
"Do you want something to eat, I could make you something," Sherry climbed off of Jakes lap and headed to the kitchen, he told her he was not hungry and she stopped, turning around and sighing patiently, "is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"
"No." He replied honestly.
"Do you want to do anything?"
"No."
Sherry bit her lip and shuffled awkwardly in her boy shorts and t- shirt. She went to his side and sat there. "Do you want to lay down?"
"No."
She felt her patience cracking. "What can I do for you Jake?" She whispered. "I want to make you feel better. There has to be something that we can do for her at least-
"Sherry-
She continued despite the tone of his voice which she recognized well, "I mean… there just has to be something we can do Jake! Just because she has cancer it doesn't mean that it's a death sentence. We can find her the best doctor in the country or we can take her to another country. We can cover the medical costs, if you can't I can. But there has to be something we can do Jake… at least for you! What can I do for you?"
"You can't do anything!" He exclaimed at her, glaring at her so coldly that she felt glued to the couch. "Just stop talking for five minutes." He groaned and laid his head back on the couch, his mouth set grimly.
Jake
He knew he had fucked up the moment she stood from the couch quietly. He knew he shouldn't have spoken to her that way, yes he was pissed about the day. But that didn't give him the right to be so rude, no matter what it was not her fault and she was only trying to help.
Pinching the bridge of his nose Jake tried to hold back a groan of frustration as he remembered the look on his mothers face when she told him. It was like she was more worried about him then herself. He had controlled himself well in her presence, asking her direct questions about the doctors, what her treatment plan was, how severe the cancer was.
When she had explained to him that the diagnosis was not good at all and that it was terminal he had felt his heart sink for the final time. It felt as though the world itself was crunching around him. And then in usual Jake Muller fashion he nodded, accepted, and repressed his emotions.
Now he had unleashed them on Sherry who had gone away into her bedroom.
Opening his eyes he made his way to her room where he found her listening to music on her Ipod and reading a book quietly. Her nose was flaring and her chest was riding and falling quickly. Her face seemed a bit red and her fingers were tightly pressed to the book.
When he walked in she looked up. Her eyes softened a bit.
"Sorry," he said quietly and sheepishly, "that was uncalled for."
She nodded and patted the spot next to her. Jake – almost obediently went to her side and lay beside her with his eyes closed. Sherry 's hand found its way to his forehead and she gently stroked his face. Almost as if easing the tension away from his forehead and smoothing out the frown on his features. "I really didn't mean to stress you out more."
"It's fine, it wasn't your fault."
She kissed his temple and just lay beside him quietly.
The Next Morning
The next morning Sherry and Jake went back to normal, she could see that he was still not okay but she didn't bring it up, she knew him well enough to know that he was not someone to go into detail about his emotions with coaxing, he had to do it on his own. She respected that and played like everything was fine.
Jake took her out to the small café and bought her lunch, she ate happily and conversed about everything and anything, and while he seemed mildly distracted he made an effort to indulge her.
"So how was work?" He asked her as they ate. The restaurant was amazingly empty, there was someone reading a book and drinking coffee by a window and then there was Jake and Sherry.
"It was … eventful." She murmured gently, ever so gently said, "I didn't get the job."
He raised a brow at this and frowned. "Why didn't you tell me last night?"
"Is that a serious question?" She retorted with a smirk. "It wouldn't have been appropriate on any level Jake."
He shrugged, "Well I'm sorry you didn't get it."
"Well I could get it if I really wanted to."
"What do you mean?"
"It depends on someone else…"
Jake became truly interested now and drank his black coffee with a raised eyebrow, "what does that mean?"
"They asked me," Sherry paused to drink her water, "if you could tag along with me in the mission. They said that that was the only way I could get it." Her heart beat sped up and she adverted her gaze from his face. "I mean… I get if you don't want to come with everything that's going on with your mom. I totally get it."
"I don't know about this," he murmured and licked his lips, "I have to think about it."
"I understand," she smiled softly at him, "and if you don't want to go don't say yes on my count."
Jake didn't reply to this.
That Night
The day came and went. In the evening Sherry sat with Jake on the couch and kept thinking about Ms. Muller. Her son was obviously distracted by thoughts of her but so was Sherry. Sherry had grown to care for the woman although she never saw her often. It was strange to her to think that Jake was here with her instead of over there with his mother. But it seemed that his mother was more comfortable with it this way too as Jake had explained.
"My mom doesn't like to be coddled. She's accepted her sickness." He had told her when she asked about how his mom was holding up. It seemed that the idea of her being accepting of her fate bothered Jake more than anything else. Sherry said nothing about this and just held him throughout the evening.
Jake eventually took leave of Sherry, explaining that he had to go check up on a few things at his apartment, which he was never at anymore. Sherry nodded her head at him sweetly and kissed him on the cheek before he left.
The truth of the matter was that Jake wanted to be out. He didn't feel like being locked up at home with nothing but his thoughts, it was then that he realized that even Sherry couldn't comfort him in this situation – and that scared him. He didn't want to start finding her 'not good enough' or something like this. He liked that she was there for him always, and he liked that he could always count on her to cheer him up, but in this she was powerless, and that made him feel even more incapable.
"Hey!" He heard someone calling to him, Jake turned around in the chilly evening to see three men coming up towards him. Instantly his fists tightened, it didn't take a genius to figure out where this was going.
"What?" Jake Muller called back with annoyance.
"We've seen you around." One of the men called back. They were now almost face to face, one wore a horribly thick orange jacket, another wore a New York Yankees one, and the third, the questest and the thinnest, wore a simple black coat.
"Okay." Jake Muller answered as they stepped in front of him.
"You've got that cute little blonde on your arm all the time, that your friend or what?" The one with the Orange Jacket seemed to be doing most of the talking and he was also the one who was shifting from foot to foot the most. He was the one Jake would attack first if he made a move. The guy was clearly the most drunk.
"That's none of your business." Jakes tone was warning now and for a moment he swore he heard the man chuckle. "Somethin' funny?"
"No, no, nothin' at all. But we got to ask – what's it like… you know, in bed with her? She all petite and skinny, we imagined, the boys and I – that she's fucking unbelievable in bed. She's got that little frame."
"I'm going to stop you now," Jake growled under his breath, but he was certain the men heard him, "if you ever come near me again, or come near her – ever, I will make sure your life is a living hell. I will ensure that you never – ever walk again."
"There's three of us here," the skinny one spoke now with a nasally tone, "we can beat you to a pulp kid, can't you count? Don't make threats-
"It's not a threat," Jake promised. "It's just a fact."
"Oh really?" The one with the orange coat spoke up now, lifting his face to the light of the lamp post, Jake could see he had strange blue eyes and a black beard.
Jake waited no longer. His fist connected with the skinny ones temple. As he dropped Muller's foot came into contact with the bearded mans chin. It was a familiar comforting feeling.
As Jake fought, easily, and without difficulty he felt the old exhilaration pumping through him. He hadn't felt like this in ages. His arms moved fluidly, and what he lacked in grace he made up for in effectiveness.
At the end of it he got off easily. They hadn't landed one hit even though they all tried. The men all lay on the ground, even Jake sat against a brick wall to rest as the three jerkoff's groaned and turned on the floor. Begging him to leave them alone even though he had no more motivation to beat them to a pulp, they were too easy.
Jake stood without a word and walked to a bar. It was noisy with the excitement of people and he ordered a beer. Instantly his eyes found a pretty brunette with strange blue eyes. Her eyes found his and she let out a little grin. Her legs found their way to him and soon they were making idle conversation.
It was clear to her that Jake was in the mood to get drunk beyond understanding, she bought him a few beers, laughed and spoke about his friend Sherry, and exchanged numbers – promising to text him later on in the night.
Upon arriving back to Sherry's apartment he found that she was not asleep .He heard her shuffling around her apartment g and when he knocked, she came to the door without even asking who it was.
"Sherry you should ask whose at the door," he told her quietly and kissed her on the jaw gently. Her eyes, wide and innocent, looked away sheepishly.
"Sorry," she let him in and he followed her to the kitchen where he found her making brownies. "What made you come back?"
"Nothing much, I went home, laid down for a bit and decided I would rather be here."
Sherry grinned at this and went to the kitchen. Jake sat on the couch with a bit of a guilty look on his face. He had lied to her, and it didn't feel right. It wasn't right, he knew this.
When Sherry came back to the living room he felt himself harden at the sight of her. She still wore the little black boy shorts and the oversized T-shirt. She looked absolutely adorable, and so strangely sexy. So when she sat at his side, and not straddling him as she had before – he felt himself grow harder at the idea of not touching her, but of having her beside him in such a cute fashion.
"You looked nice," he told her softly and touched her short hair gently. She smirked.
"Jake, I look like crap, but thanks."
"You don't…" She took his hands and smiled.
Jake kissed her softly, softer than he had in a very long time. She could tell this wasn't one of those sex crazed displays of affection he gave her, this was just a kissed. His tongue stole at her lips gently, causing her to moan almost inhumanely as he demanded more eagerly the entrance to her mouth, naturally, like always, she succumbed to his demands, and allowed him to turn his body onto her and grab her around the waist and lift her almost off the couch towards him as he hovered over her.
As Sherry stroked his hands she suddenly felt something wet and lumpy. She looked down, thinking it was the gloves he wore that had irritated his skin but realized that there were open cuts on his hands.
He didn't notice her staring but felt her stiffen as he ravaged her neck. When he looked to her he found her frowning at his hands and pulling away from him.
"Jake-
"Sherry-
"You lied to me." She knew it instantly, she wasn't a fool and he knew it. He was shoved off of her and she stood from the couch.
"Sherry it's no big deal-
"It's no big deal that you got into a fight or no big deal that you lied to me?" She asked with a crack in her voice. "And don't deny that you got into a fight because I recognize the signs of a fight when I see them, didn't you think I would or did you think I was stupid enough-
"I didn't say that-
"to not realize that that's what had happened to you. Are you kidding Jake?" She asked. The betrayal of Jeff stung deeply and she found it amazing that Jake was capable of lying to her. Sure white lies were something that didn't matter, but this?
"It's not a big deal period." He stated firmly, standing and holding his ground.
"Well Jake, you told me you went home, that's what you said, but you never went home did you?"
He said nothing to her.
"And then I see that you were in some fist fight with someone and you didn't bother to tell me. The point here is that you lied – Jake. That is not okay, at all!" She rolled her eyes, disappointed, "I have no words for you right now."
"Sherry," he sighed, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"Whatever," She shrugged and attempted to turn but he wrapped his arms around her petite waist and held her gently, smirking as she tried to remain angry at him and failing miserably.
"I'm truly sorry," He said gently and turned her around. She nodded at him with a frown and then leaned up to kiss him. Like pudding Jake melted in her grasp. Sherry grinned against his lips and pushed him towards the bedroom easily.
Jake's hands instantly found her underwear and he pushed them down her thighs eagerly, roughly. Sherry gasped with excitement when she felt his hands run between her thighs until he met her heat. Her legs trembled and she stretched up against him, craning for his lips as he watched her darkly and she silently begged for him to kiss her.
But he didn't, he just watched her as she groaned against his body and stretched up against him like a cat.
"Jake, don't tease me," she begged gently.
"What's the fun in that?" He asked her and threw her down to the bed gently. Jake eagerly stripped her shirt off, then his shirt off, then his boots, then the pants and climbed onto her. He couldn't control himself. She was just so tempting, he found it impossible to not grind his hardness down against her. She cried out beneath him and gripped his arms tightly as he did it again and again, trying to remove both her tension and his but only making it worse.
"Please, please." She whispered softly and kissed his jaw, "take this off," she demanded and with ease hitched her legs up and tightened her toes around his briefs, pulling them down his body easily until they reached his ankles. He was poised to take now. She grunted as he pulled her up with him towards the headboard. She sighed with content when his mouth crashed onto hers again and then mewled when his hard manhood plunged into her.
"Fuck," he hissed against her ear, "You're fucking suffocating me," he growled at her and bit her ear lobe gently as she tightened and pulsed around him. Her hands went to his muscular backside and she strained to pull him closer.
"You're driving me insane," she cried out as he sucked at her neck. "God, you're –d-d-riving me crazy-
"Do you like this?" He asked her, knowing she did. His hand found its way to her clit and gently he touched her there, chuckling darkly when she trembled.
"Yes." She bit her lip as he pulled her hair and exposed her neck. He could see her harsh swallowing and he rocked harder against her, feeling the tightening of his loins against her.
"Say my name," he murmured against her chin, kissing her there as she stared dazedly up at the ceiling.
"Jake," she moaned loudly and tightened her thighs around his sides, meeting his thrusts eagerly. He panted harshly and took her left nipple into his mouth. Biting down on it gently and grunting as he picked up speed and she touched him feverishly. She was going to drive him insane. She was tightening in the most pleasurable of ways and her hands sought his face, bringing it up to her mouth where she demanded entrance to his lips.
He gave it to her and touched her tongue to his, dirtily kissing her, open mouthed and in a battle of the tongues. He was approaching the end and he sped up his thrusts she grunted with pleasure and need as he pounding mercilessly in and out of her.
"Yes… yes, fuck! I'm close."
"Harder, please Jake." She was demanding and she flipped onto him and moved herself up and down his shaft like an expert. Her little hips went up and then fell strongly, she tightened around up as his hands went to her hips.
"God! Yes Sherry!" He cried out as his hips rose to meet her.
"Mhm!
He cried out as his hips rose one last time and he bucked wildly against her. She bit her lip as he held her steadily on him and glared right into her eyes. She looked so damn innocent on him, completely at a loss for what to do, clearly not having reached her own peak.
Jake rotated her onto her back and his hands went to her center again, her eyes rolled back into her head. "You feel amazing Sherry… you're so wet." His fingers ran down her slick slit and up again, the woman writhed against him, "You want this don't you baby?"
She didn't respond, when she didn't he spanked her softly on clit. Sherry gasped with the odd pleasure that rang through her.
"Answer me."
"Yes, yes Jake. I want this. I want you." She answered with fervor, bucking up to meet his torturing fingers but his other hand stilled her hips.
"You're so wet." He whispered huskily against her ear. Sherry gasped when she felt his finger dip into her, and then another. "Tell me how much you want this."
"I need this," she corrected with a needy groan. Her eyes filled with tears of pleasure, "Jake," she begged, "make me cum." She knew he wanted to hear it.
He grinned evilly and placed a hand on her throat, firm and controlling. She grunted with pleasure as his hands went to her center and he rubbed her in the most amazing and teasing of ways, making her needy and hungry with desire. His thumb was circling around her and would plunge into her at the most unexpected times.
He pulled up suddenly and like an expert let his hand slap gently against her clit, over and over.
"Cum baby," He moaned against her mouth, his tongue stealing into her mouth whenever she'd open it to gasp. Their tongues touched and he sucked on hers gently, "Let go," he commanded her, letting his hands slap faster until finally Sherry gasped and stiffened against him.
He watched her with a veil of desire as she moaned up at him, he removed his hold of her throat and kissed her softly, her trembling felt so good underneath him, and her small hands touched his broad chest daintily.
He pulled her to his side as she shivered naked against him. Her eyes were hooded and she was still short of breath.
"Where did you learn that?" She gasped softly.
He shrugged and kissed her temple gently, chuckling.
"I love you Jake," she said in the late hours as she was getting ready to go to sleep, but she fell asleep to quickly to remember if he had responded.
It was as she was on the precipice of sleep that she remembered dazedly whispering, "Poor Brownies."
Woo! I enjoyed writing this chapter, I was pacing myself with when I would decide that Jakes mother would have this revelation but finally I thought it was the appropriate time :)
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Also for any of you who like Phantom of The Opera (which is basically the best play in the entire world) I am writing a story for it - the first chapter is already up, so check it out :)