Game Over - Jacky Vincent

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Christmas was now in three days, and I had cleared the kitchen out completely so I could make cookies. Literally, all the bowls and baskets around were put away and the entire room was stripped bare. That is, until I made it my own with baking supplies. Baking soda, sugar, sprinkles, powder, chocolate chips, anything and everything imaginable, was strewn about.

"Almost done, Master Chef?" I turned and saw Jacky leaning on the doorframe with a smirk.

"Nope. Not even close. Ronnie decides to have a giant Christmas party tonight, and we don't even have any cookies made!" I exclaimed, exasperated with my adoptive father. Jacky laughed and shook his head at my irritation. I returned my focus back to the chocolate chip cookies I was now making. Well, until Jacky came up behind me and hugged me.

"Jacky," I said sternly. He leaned his head down to my shoulder and asked, "what?"

"I have to make these cookies. Get off," I said, trying to wiggle my way out of his grasp. He brought his hands up to my waist and held me to him. I quickly placed my palms over his and tried to pry him off me. I heard a sigh escape his mouth as I pushed him away. Once he finally was off me, I went to check on the cookies in the oven.

Right when I turned back around, Jacky crashed his lips on mine and pushed me against the side of the refrigerator. His hands held my arms pressed against the cool surface so I couldn't move. Instead of fighting this time, I kissed him back. Our lips moved in unison until his tongue begged for entrance.

A shiver went down my spine at the request, and I tried pulling away from the needy guitar player. This didn't work. He kissed me again, this time less urgent and more passionate. I melted into his touch and basically needed his hold to support me. Jacky put his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him.

Suddenly a loud slam of the front door caused us to quickly separate and move away from each other. Derek and Chase then walked in the kitchen and Derek immediately ran to the cookies.

"What the fuck, Logan?!" I swiveled my head around and gave him a confused look. "You burnt the cookies!"

The heat rose to my cheeks when I realized why I hadn't been paying attention to the oven. Chase raised an eyebrow and looked from Jacky to me while Derek inspected the other cookies I made. Chase continued giving us questioning looks but eventually dropped them as she tried one of the gingerbread cookies. Derek had already eaten about seven.

"No more cookies for anyone!" I yelled. "I spent hours making these for the party. Now you guys have to wait. And if I see anyone eating anymore, I will personally break your legs."

Just as I said this, Derek took a handful of the unburnt chocolate chip cookies and ran up the stairs.