Trapped Together (Complete)

~ Chapter 7 - 12:06pm~

Jake got up, stormed away from the table, and shook his head. What had he been thinking when he did that? The truth was nothing. Or well, he was. He was thinking about the look he saw on Rachel's face, how she thought she was odd, and fuck if he didn't want to change it. He wanted to convince her that she wasn't odd, that she was beautiful, and that any man would be lucky to have her. So, he kissed her.

However, the fucked up part of his mind was also speaking up and he was using all of that as an excuse. He kissed her, in part, because he wanted to. There was no denying that, just like he couldn't deny that even a simple kiss, like what they shared, got his blood going. And damn it all to hell, he wanted more. But when it came to that woman, he knew better, he always wanted more.

He stormed to the living room and ran his hands through his hair as he stared outside. Right now, after something like that, he would love to be outside, taking in deep gulps of air that were needed, but he couldn't. Nature was his soothing balm, and more often than naught, he was outside. But since he couldn't do that, he was stuck staring out a window, hoping that it helped him. But he wasn't a fool, he knew it wouldn't.

"Jake?" He clenched his teeth, taking another deep breath before he turned around and looked at her. Her eyes were wide and clearly confused and he hated himself even more for doing that. He didn't want to hurt her, he really didn't, but he was in the wrong for even kissing her.

"Yeah?" He could see the question in her eyes, but she never voiced it. In fact, she let it go and he wasn't sure if that pissed me off even more or naught.

"Um, did you want me to put your food away? I can always hit it up quickly enough over a fire."

"Yeah, that would be great Rachel, thank you." He watched her walk away and then looked up at the ceiling, needing other thoughts in his head. Like Jay's voice clearly stating how wrong it was that Jake even though his sister was gorgeous! Yeah, that did it, it dosed any other thoughts he had and cooled him way down. He ran his fingers through his hair before sitting on the couch, resting his arms on his legs. He had to stop this attraction to her, but he wasn't sure he could. Them being here, alone, it wasn't going to be good.

He paused as he thought about that for another moment, letting the thought tumble around his head. Why would it be so bad? Could they do anything in secret? The answer to that really was no. Jay knew Jake too well, and he knew his sister too well. Anything in secret was an equation for trouble, it really was. Because Jay would pick up on the shift between them, he would catch them either eyeing each other or giving off secret smiles, so yeah, the secret was a no-go. And because he wanted her, he would want to show her off, and he couldn't do that.

God damn, when did annoyance become wanting? When did frustration become desire? When did agitation become longing? He knew, even way back when, that his feelings had shifted, which is why he had no problem having sex with her. But he wanted more, a lot more. Although, at that point, he wasn't sure what she wanted. The vibes didn't feel like she wanted a relationship. He didn't take advantage of her that night, she wanted him, after all, the game they were playing could have been stopped and she made the first move. Of course, that was all beside the point. Nothing could have happened anyways.

He leaned his head back on the couch. And here he was, back in that same position. He wanted her, longed for her, they were both single, and because of some promise he had with Jay ages ago, he couldn't have the one woman he wanted. Funny, he never explained that to her. So all the times he was a dick, he couldn't even begin to formulate a reason to her because she wouldn't grasp it. Jake wasn't a good man, not in the regard to women. He fucked with more women than he ever should have because he wasn't one to do relationships, and Jay knew this.

"Are you ever going to stop thinking because you're making way to much smoke and it's clogging up the cabin?" Jake turned his head on the couch to look at the woman who sat down on the other end, a smile on her face. She wanted to let things go, he could do that, and he needed to do that.

"Maybe, but I doubt it will be now. Maybe I like making all this smoke?"

"Oh God, please don't. Then we won't be able to breathe and we'll have to go out in that snow and I'm just not ready for that." Jake laughed at her comment and then shifted on the couch to face her, resting his arm along the back of the couch. "Oh, you look serious, what's up?" Did he tell her? Did he ask about Tim? About her past? He had tons of questions and they had a lot of time, but maybe she wouldn't be so open for fear of him being a dick again?

"I don't know if it's serious, exactly, but I want to talk." He watched as she held up her hand and shook her head.

"If it's about the kiss, I don't want to talk about it because there is nothing to say." He was shocked by that. Nothing to say? There was a lot to stay actually, a lot to explain. "Things happen. The mood shifted to allow it and the emotions just got swept up with the tide, no big deal. So, let's just forget it, okay?" Jake wanted to object, to state it was more, a lot more. But then he'd be opening a can of worms he wasn't sure he could close so in the end he just nodded.

"Right, you're right. Forgotten already." He saw the quick flash in her eyes and he wasn't sure it would be forgotten. But like anything else, it had to be. "So, I can see from the firewood, and the food, that you were planning on staying for a while," her eyes darted to his and he smiled, "so what you have told Jay?"

"Jay doesn't like a mopey sister; he hates dealing with me like that." She sighed and then shifted to match his own position. "To be honest, I would have guessed that he would have sent you to come to get me rather than him come himself. I would have told you no, and it would have been okay. However, it's my parents that are the problem. They might have let me stay a couple of days, which I even doubt before they would have told Jay to get me." Jake nodded at that.

"And because he wouldn't, I would have been called?"

"Yup! It's not so much Jay hates dealing with me, but Jay has always been a protective brother, which can be great! But at times like these, he doesn't know what to say to make me feel better, to get me to smile, and he hates that." She paused and he tilted his head slightly. "Maybe that's not true."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked. Now he was curious because her voice had changed to one of wonder as her thoughts came.

"Maybe he didn't send you because he didn't want to handle it. You can admit that for whatever reason, you and I rub against each other. We don't always fight, but always feel; we laugh, joke, annoy, or pick on each other. Maybe he knew that, with you around, I won't be all mopey and actually smile." Jake just blinked at that. It wasn't a bad thought, but Jake didn't like it because that meant that Jay would know that the feelings they had weren't just annoyance.

"It's quite possible. I mean, I hate seeing you sad as well. It does something to me." She glanced at him, her brows wrinkled in confusion and he wished those words back into his mouth. Why the fuck did they come out? He wasn't sure, maybe his filter wasn't on like he usually had it on. And if so, he needed to check that shit right away.

"What would it do to you?" she questioned and had every right to, and he was left with nothing but the truth because a lie would be too flat and she would pick up on that.

"It feels like a stomach punch when you don't smile and those eyes are that dull grey. I don't like seeing it. So I try to be the goof or whatever I can to bring some life back into those eyes. You have the most unique eyes; they remind me of the clouds. And my favorite time is when you get mad and want to rage because your eyes get darker, like storm clouds right before a good rain. I half expect to see lightning flash from your eyes when that happens." She just stared at him and he realized, a little too late, that that fucking filter wasn't in place again and he just shared something that was rather huge to him.

And before he could stop her, she pushed against the end of the couch, cupped his cheeks, and pressed her lips against his in one hell of a kiss. He quickly forgot everything as his arms wrapped around her waist while his tongue found hers. God damn, he felt this straight to his dick and to fight that from getting hard. She quickly shifted to climb more on his lap, but a quick ding from her cell phone, a notification of a text, dosed both of their flames and she pulled back, her eyes wide.