The Greta Van Fleet Collection

Beg For It (Jake)

Author's Note: I trust bratty, subby Jakey needs no introduction. Thank you a million time over for all of your reads and support! I cherish you all! Please keep those comments and requests coming! Love & Light xoxo

"Hey." Sammy dips down at the knee, bending his long, slender legs to nudge your shoulder with his own. "Don't get upset. You know how he is."

He caught your fiery glare as it locked in on Jake and the random girl he was laughing with. Your fury only amplified when you watched him casually lean against the bar and turn his head to offer his ear when she moved in closer to be heard over the music. Everywhere you go, it seems, girls are melting to the damn floors for Jake. Worse, he laps it up like a kitten with a bowl of warm milk. The man is an attention whore to no end when it comes to women.

"Don't get upset?" you scoff, angrily snatching your, first and only, vodka tonic up. He waits while you drain the dredges and rattle the ice, before carrying on.

"I'm just saying, you know how he is, love. And you know how he feels about you. He's only flirting." Sam points in Josh's direction across the bar, where he is chatting up a pretty redhead who towers over him. He's never been afraid of a tall woman, it takes more than that to rattle the eldest Kiszka's confident cage. "See? Look at Josh. It's in the blood."

"You don't seem to be having much of a problem with it, and your girlfriend isn't even here!" you point out, immediately feeling even more sullen for snapping at him. After all, it certainly isn't Sam's fault, and he is always so kind to you.

"Who says?" he jokes. "I've been flirting my ass off with you all night! You really haven't noticed? Damn, that's an ego crusher."

He pulls a genuine laugh from you. "Shut up! You have not."

"I could start." He pulls his chair closer to you and waves his hand dismissively towards Jake's vicinity. "Fuck him. One question, love: Did it hurt?"

"What? When I fell from heaven?" you giggle, completely charmed with his sweet heart and goofy nature.

"Well," he throws his hands up. "There you have it! No wonder he's flirting with her, you're much too clever for us."

"I love you, Sammy." you smile once your laughter subsides.

He pecks a platonic kiss to your forehead. "I love you, too."

"Well isn't this a Hallmark moment?" Jake's voice appears out of nowhere, you hadn't heard his approach, he is unusually light on his feet. At times, unnervingly so. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and leans down to kiss your neck and whisper in your ear. "Quit trying to fuck my brother." he teases softly.

His warm breath and sultry tone send a cool shiver down your spine, but you attempt to shake him off anyway, "Get off."

He drops his register and breaks out Oliver Reed "I'd love to, darling. Is that an invitation?"

Forcefully, you shove him away and clench your teeth. "It's an invitation to fuck right off."

"I see." he raises his eyebrows and nods his understanding. "You're mad. I was only talking to her, baby."

"You're in for it now." Sam leans back in his chair, draining his IPA with a satisfied smirk.

"Whatever, Jake." you poke his chest hard enough to click his necklaces together. "Go talk to her some more. Hell, go fuck her in the bathroom for all I care. I'm leaving."

"If you're leaving, I'm coming with you." Jake announces, sounding haughty and smug as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"Better run and give her your number first." you jerk your jacket on and adjust the collar in a huff.