The Love You Give

Feelings

Jacob opened a compartment under the glove box and it glowed a vibrant red. "Put your hand inside." He instructed as Ezra reached in and pulled out an ice-cold water bottle. "You have a fridge in your truck." Jacob nodded proudly before he went off showing all the nifty tricks and features of Della Rose. They were on the road ten minutes later headed to the creek just as Pierre suspected. Jacob informed her that he didn't know who all would be in attendance tonight since school was back in session. "During the summers, Saturday night at the creek is packed. But ever since school started a week ago, people are doing their own thing and fine with just seeing one another at school." Ezra understood. "I'll be fine even if it's just you and me." He smiled at her before turning his eyes back on the backroads.

"How come I don't have a nickname yet?" Ezra looked at him confused. She was sitting in the middle seat right beside him and as their thighs brushed up against one another she tried to think coherently. "You have a nickname for Jackson. It's meant to annoy him, but you even have a nickname for Jace. When do I get mine?" She chuckled to herself. "I don't know. Jackson's kind of just came out of nowhere and you're right I do like to stick it to Jace however I can. I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what comes to mind." Jacob chuckled before resting his hand on her thigh. "I'm a patient man." He said to her before continuing the drive.

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Jackson widened his strokes of blue as he worked on the mural on 23rd street. He and his friends had been working on this piece for the last three weekends and were finally ready to complete it. "Yo, my boy Jack is in the zone." Xavier announced taking a hit of the blunt from Jonesy. "He really is," Jonesy said as he stood back and admired the mural. "Shut up you two!" Jackson said not letting anything distract him. He was in the zone thanks to his new muse. The colors seemed brighter as the picture came to life in front of him. Jackson shook the black spray paint can and signed his moniker before handing it to Jonesy to sign and then Xavier. The mural was in honor of Breonna Taylor and had started gaining media coverage last week as it neared completion. Now that it was done, the boys just hoped it raised awareness of the injustice in the system.

"I mean it man. You haven't been this focused in forever," Xavier said handing him the blunt. "You got a new strain you smoking that you haven't told us about?" Jackson inhaled and then coughed while laughing. "No, idiot." Jonesy shook his head. "Look at that piece, bro. You have to admit something is different cause you haven't tagged like this in a minute. You got a muse for sure." Jackson took another hit and smiled. "You can say that." Jonesy looked at his friend with a wide smile. "Who is she?" Xavier coughed as he inhaled. "Wait? You got a girl, Jackie?" Jackson laughed and shook his head causing his shoulder length blond locks to sway around him. "She's not my girl. Yet." He smirked as he began packing up the spray paint. "Bro, don't leave us hanging. Who is she?" Jonesy asked interested.

"It can't be any of the stuck-up bitches at Clarkson, so she must go to Downey." Xavier tried to deduce. "She doesn't go to Downey and she starts Clarkson on Monday." Jackson informed taking a seat in between them. "She's new...wait how did you meet her?" Jonesy wanted more details and his friend was slow with the information. "She lives with me. She lives with my family. My parents are fostering and she's the foster." Xavier scrunched up his face. "Dude, you like your sister?" Jackson rolled his eyes. "She's not my sister. She's a gorgeous girl that sets my skin on fire." Jonesy laughed. "Better get that checked out if you start itching too." Xavier cackled. "Shut up, idiots! You'll meet her eventually and you'll see. She looks at the world like it's the first time she's ever done so. She's so damn innocent, bro." Jonesy smiled knowingly at his friend. "And you just want to corrupt that sweet innocent angel, don't ya?" Xavier chuckled. "You have no idea how badly I do." Jackson smiled mischievously.

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"Shit, that feels so good..." Jace leaned his head back against the wall as he grasped the back of the head going to town on his throbbing erection. His grip guided the movements, signifying how deep and how fast he wanted it. "That's it, baby. Just like that. Fuck. You love sucking Daddy's dick, don't you?" Jace could hear grunting from beneath him as he bit down on his bottom lip. His hips thrust forward to meet the warm mouth that enveloped him. "Yea, you fucking love it, don't you, Princess. Fuck, Ezra, baby I want-" Suddenly the mouth abruptly removed from his shaft. "What?!"

Jace's eyes shot open as he looked down in front of him to see a cute shoulder length haired blond with milky skin wiping her mouth. Her hazel eyes reflected that she was absolutely infuriated. "Charlotte..." Jace said apprehensively, realizing his blunder. "What's wrong?" She looked at him incredulously. "WHAT'S WRONG?! You called out someone else's name! A guy's name at that! Is there something you need to tell me?" Jace furrowed his brows, feigning confusion. "What? No, I didn't." Charlotte crossed her slender arms against her small chest. "Yes, you fucking did!" She blurted out. "I'm giving you the best head of your life and you're thinking about some other guy?! Do I mean anything to you, Jace?!"

Jace sighed as he rubbed his hand over his face. "Charlotte, calm down. It was a slip up. I didn't mean to. Besides, you know we're just fucking. We're not in a relationship." He was getting tired of how many times he had to stress this. Both of his brothers told him she was getting too attached, but he wouldn't listen. They had been hooking up like they had for almost a year and he knew what it looked like on the outside, but they were not together. Charlotte St. Germain just honestly gave the best blow jobs in all of the Northeast.

"I like you Jace. I just want more of you." Jace looked at her pouty lips and sighed. "I know," Jace said, pressing his lips against hers as he kissed Charlotte softly. "And I'm about to give you more of me..." Charlotte sighed inwardly. "Jace, that's not what I mean," she started. "Oh, so you don't want me to fuck the shit out of you, is that it?" Jace smirked against her lips. Charlotte pulled back and eyed the mischievous smirk on Jace's lips that always set her body ablaze. "God, yes," she breathed out. Jace grinned. "Hands and knees. On the bed. Now."

Charlotte assumed the position as Jace rolled on the condom. He stared at her slender figure from behind and immediately imagined dark skin with curves in all the right places. He grabbed a thin waist as a moan slipped out and in his mind it was Ezra that was begging for him to be inside of her. He wanted to take things slow, but he knew that would only be preserved for the real Ezra Cole. In the meantime, he had a raging erection with images of her licking her lips on his brain. He plunged into a warm cavern and grunted loudly. His hips moved on their own accord as Charlotte screamed in pleasure. Jace was no longer there. His mind was with a dark-skinned beauty with dreadlocks and lips that seemed sinfully sweet. He imagined her begging for him. Crying out his name. He'd even settle on her calling him Jason if it meant he could be buried deep inside of her.

"You like that, baby," Jace plunged deeper causing Charlotte to scream out. "Take this dick! You can do it, Princess. Take all of it." Images of Ezra flashed around in his brain and he felt an impending orgasm build. "I'm coming, Daddy!" Charlotte screamed as Jace released into the condom and she convulsed around him. Jace pulled out of her to go flush the condom down the toilet before returning to the room to get dressed. "Stay a little bit longer. We can watch something." Jace shook his head. "The last time we did that I ended up sleeping over." Charlotte shrugged. "What was so bad about that?" Jace gave her a look and she dropped it. "See you around, Char." The growing pout on her face was irritating him. "You make me feel like some type of whore, Jace."

"You feel how you feel." She scoffed at him before getting up to get her robe. "Look, Charlotte, clearly you want something I can't give you and if this arrangement is making it difficult for you to see that then we should just stop." Her eyes widened hysterically. "No! I'm sorry, Jace. I didn't mean it!" He shook his head already seeing that this had lasted longer than it should've. "No, we should've ended things for good over break. We can just be friends from here on out, Char." She stomped her foot like a petulant child and Jace wanted to laugh. "This is because of her isn't it." Jace furrowed his eyebrows. "Princess. Whoever the fuck that is!" He sighed loudly. "This isn't because of anyone. I'm ending this." He put his shoes on and stood to leave. "You're never going to find someone that will care about you the way I do." Charlotte whispered out. Jace didn't care to respond or turn around. He left her standing there teary eyed and forlorn.