In His Home Pt 15

Sorry for the long wait, im a piece of shit, i know lmao. I just took a break for the holidays and now im back, expect random postings once more 💕

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I sat shoulder to shoulder with Stelle while Hannah rambled on and on about how frustrated she was with the knots. Landon had the unfortunate responsibility of keeping an eye on us while we sat and braided bracelets for each other. His arm was thrown across the back of my chair, every line and ridge of him was filled with boredom though his eyes watched me deftly weave and tie off the strands.

There were a few new faces around here, Catherine was a skittish and quiet little mouse. Her back sat ramrod straight, and her fingers were pale and long like the rest of her. I wouldn't call her plain, that wasn't the right word at all, but she came across as something usual nonetheless.

Hannah was a loudmouth, boisterous, and crude person. You could hear her laugh and the popping of her gum a mile away no doubt. She was fit and wildly endowed, her breasts just looked like they hurt her back and her ass put mine to shame. Even now she screamed at a joke that wasn't even funny so loudly it almost irritated you but you found yourself laughing along anyway.

When I looked at her a form of jealousy settled on my tongue. She was Landon's woman, ex, whatever. His just the same, and she was nothing like me, not even the color of her nail beds matched mine. I wondered about her, what it is that drew him in that even now he laughed along with her.

Looked at her.

Wanted her.

It dampened my mood more than it should. More than I'd ever admit.

"I don't get how you're all enjoying this?" Erik groaned from the couch, put off by murdering that girl no doubt, we were all avoiding talking about it as well.

Poor girl, even if I didn't like her it felt weird to know she spent her last moments with us, scared out of her mind.

"Come try for yourself," Des held up her finished product for us to gawk at. It wasn't very good but I wouldn't tell her that.

"That's terrible." Stelle frowned and took stock of her own, "I did way better."

She groaned and pointed a finger, tapping it to Stelle's nose, "You're just jealous because I used all the pink thread."

"I think I'd be more put off if you didn't." Catherine whined, giving up on hers altogether. I took it gently from her and redid her knots until it was right again and handed it back. "Thank you." She giggled and went right back to work.

I tied off the blue and black string and set it aside, sifting through the box of thread to make another. Landon silently pulled red and green from under my nose and taped the ends down, starting one of his own. I let him be, I loved it when the boys did something normal with us.

"Opal?" Hannah breathed and I looked away from him, leaning forward to my new friend. Her beautiful, bouncy dirty blonde hair, brown cat eyes, and a smile that made you miss home. I loved it when she smiled, I would do anything to see it again.

Everything about her screamed Miss. Homegrown, the type where she leaves apple pie in the windowsill and drinks sweet tea in a rocking chair on her front porch.

"Yes?"

"Who do you think is the most attractive man out of the group?" Her eyes flashed and I knew she put me in a corner. Erik and Landon's ears perked and I groaned knowing my answer would reach Jamie's ears.

"Jamie." I pursed my lips and went back to work.

"Told you." Stelle cocked a brow and ruffled my hair, mimicking me, "Jamie, Jamie, Jamie."

I rolled my neck and set the bracelet aside, giving a long side eye until it clicked. Lips parted into 'o's and everyone deftly went back to work. "I think he's very cute, nice butt too."

Giggles flew about the table as everyone but Landon knew we were talking about him.

"What about him drew you in?" She pestered anyways, hair draped over one shoulder.

"Intelligence was the first thing I noticed, conversation wasn't bad, and he has an amazing body." I mused softly.

"Jamie and intelligence don't ever belong together in the same sentence." Eric sneered with a grin, "If you want someone intelligent you've got Brains right there foaming at the mouth."

Landon flipped him off and wrapped his completed bracelet around my wrist, securing it far too tightly and started on another. I gawked at the skill and was practically bouncing in my seat. "It's beautiful!"

He shrugged it off and crossed strong arms over his bare chest, it was nice seeing him without the stuffy dress shirt but man did I miss it too. "It's cultural, my mom showed me how a long time ago."

"What culture?"

"Irish." He said simply, drawing attention to his hair, "didn't get that color from nothing."

I kept my smile to myself and took to admiring the bracelet, he gave me something. I wasn't sure why it meant so much to me.

After we were done and everyone's arms were filled with the gifts we made each other, we cornered Eric and got two on him before he made his escape. Landon gladly accepted any bracelets given to him and wore them with pride. When it was my turn to wrap mine around his wrist nerves got the best of me and I quickly set it aside.

I wasn't sure if he noticed, I hoped he didn't.

We gathered to watch a scary movie and bundled under many blankets, the volume was cranked up to where I couldn't even hear my own thoughts and I was glad for it. I hated missing Jamie, he left everyday to run 'errands' and I was stuck with two of his miserable friends until he came home.

I stole a look at Landon and decided today wasn't one I could complain about.

Stelle nudged my knees so softly that I almost didn't noticed and I craned my neck slightly to hear her better.

"Sit in his lap."

My eyes flew open, "what?"

"He's into you, I heard him say so, sit in his lap."

"I cant." Was all I could muster as I tried wiping the blush from my cheeks at the prospect. I looked to him again and this time he noticed, cocking his head, and my gaze flitted away.

"Just do it, worst case scenario he says no." She shooed me and I couldn't get ahold of myself.

My eyes were glued to the TV though I absorbed nothing, all I could feel now was his heat. His breath. Even his hair seemed far too close.

"Fuck it." She mouthed.

I chewed on my lip and closed my eyes.

Worst thing he could say was no.

I leaned back, resting my shoulders on his knees. His hands wound in my hair and tugged softly. I could feel myself shaking as I got up and slid into his lap. He groaned against my skin and my pussy seemed to flutter in response.

Now that I was here, I had no idea what to do, so I just sat and let him shift beneath me until he was comfortable. Erik cast a sideways glance and knelt on the ground, speaking into Des' ear.

She looked towards me and nodded with raised brows, leaning back to say something to him.

"What do you think they're saying?" Landon's cold, calm voice drifted into my ear as his hands kneaded my thighs.

"I don't know." I whispered back, trying to keep my legs closed despite his quiet attempts for them to open.

"I'd wager they're talking about your little crush on me." He laughed against my neck, sending shivers and embarrassment over my spine. "Or they're talking about my wild obsession with you."

My lashes fluttered and the world seemed to slow.

"I wasn't quiet about how good I think your hair smells." He continued, just as calm as before. "Or how I fuck myself to the thought of your breasts and thighs. The sound of your voice excites me, how I follow you all day and night just to keep you interested in me."

The movie got quiet and so did he, leaning back against the couch as I straddled his legs lost in whatever dream he was making me want. His fingers trailed the crescents of my ass, and I swore I could hear his smile.

Once the screams began he was back in my ear, "I asked you what you think they were talking about." He nipped me, "now tell me."

I sucked in a deep breath and parted my lips, nails digging into his legs. Did I want to admit I liked him, even just a little? What would everyone else think? Was that even allowed? He confused me, and I wasn't sure if I liked it. "I-"

The lights flicked on blinding all of us temporarily. I squinted and wasn't sure whether to be happy I didn't have to embarrass myself or petulant that I didn't get a chance to push it off my chest. Landon pouted and fell back against the couch as I got up to greet Jamie.

His eyes were narrowed but as it became clear nothing happened the grey clouds faded away. "Here." He says, handing me a few bags as he hauled a bigger box over his shoulder.

"They're finally doing your room!" Stelle exclaimed coming over to help me carry the bags inside the metal box. Roman dropped his boxes carefully while Jamie just threw everything on the bed, I set my bags aside and thanked them gratefully even going as far as to smile at Roman.

He pinched up his face and left the room quickly, with Stelle over a shoulder.

"What goes where?" I asked Jamie when the door closed.

He tilted his head with a question but decided against asking, "I'll do it." He murmured instead.

"Okay."

The room was filled with plastic layers and tools as Jamie carved out a space for the bathroom that Roman coincidentally forgot to add when he built it. I rolled my eyes and focused on trying to relax, but alas the wet slapping of Roman's thighs on Stelle's ass kept me awake.

I was forced to sleep on the ground in her room and listen to her and Roman fuck like rabbits all night long while Jamie toiled away in ours. A frown pulled down my lips as I thought of it, heard the exact words I recalled from memory.

"Yes, Roman, just like that."

"Fuck, I'm going to cum."

Bleh.

I recoiled and tried to trauma block it from my mind but it was a stubborn memory. One I fear I would never forget.

I clapped my palms over my ears as the noises got louder and louder and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Dirty slut." Roman cooed loving it anyways, "your fucking pussy is begging for me still."

Stelle moaned and dug her nails into his thigh, "one more time Daddy, make Princess come one more time."

"I want to fuck your ass." He growled low and sensual, digging his cock into her. "Take your toy out."

Metal bounced across the foot of my bed and I had had enough. "Im out!" I yelled, getting to my feet and banging on the door, "Jamie save me! Help, help, help!"

Their laughter followed me as Roman pushed me out the door and called for his friend to come keep an eye on me. Jamie rounded the corner with a frown and made a vague gesture. "Why?"

"Make daddy come." I grit, "Princess wants your cock." I sneered.

He tilted his head back and laughed, rubbing tears from the corners of his eyes as he turned back to the room and went back to laying concrete in the middle of the night. I rubbed exhaustion from my eyes and dropped onto the couch, nodding off even as I swore I wasn't.

Jamie had me in a chokehold when I woke, my chin rested on his bicep as his damp hair tickled my stomach and arms and his hand cradled my head. I unwound my legs from his and fought tooth and nail to get him to release me, rushing to the bathroom quickly before everyone else woke up and ruined these quiet moments where I could get fucked without their eyes watching, analyzing, every little thing.

He was up and buttoning his jeans by the time I got back to the couch and took little to no convincing to push them off again. I moaned softly against his throat as he stretched me and took all that I had to offer. God, I loved the feeling of him.

But it was over too quickly.

He came and simply pulled out, not even running a hand through my hair before he disappeared all day again. The asshole. I groaned my disappointment and yanked my panties up as high as they'd go. I felt like a cheap whore, that just wouldn't do.

"I can tell you had bangs before, you want me to cut them again?" Hannah chewed loudly on gum and propped a hand on her hip.

"Are you allowed to do that?" I asked excitedly.

"No, but no one is going to punish me for it." She shrugged, lifting a pair of craft scissors and cut away the long hair from my eyes. She was so good at it I was sure she was some kind of stylist before all this, I refrained from asking because I didn't know her well enough, she might cry. Sometimes they cried.

"Thank you." I pulled on the fringe.

"Don't mention it."

My chair was turned to face Tawny and she took a moment to assess me, "Are we going clubby with it, or Christmas at the in-laws?"

Stelle piped in, sticking her head through the doorframe, "I want bold, color, glitter, edgy."

I narrowed my eyes at that and pointed a finger, "you better do the same then."

"Of course." She shrugged and disappeared once more.

"Alright," Tawny sighed, sifting through palettes until she landed on one she 'could work with.' I closed my eyes and hoped for the best.

Once I was done and everyone shared compliments I wasn't sure I was feeling yet, Stelle waltzed into the room with a Cheshire smile.

"Whatever you have throw it away." I fussed. The bralette came into view first, a lacy light blue with white flowers embroidered all over. Then the panties. See through, with flower openings right above the butt. A nice pretty little white ribbon to tie the sides together, and matching blue heels. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Hold her." She ordered and Tawny cried.

"I just did her makeup."

"We can do this the easy way, or the Jamie way." Stelle foamed at the mouth for a chance to get me naked. We all knew it.

"Please, let's just think this through."

"Already did." She set the shoes aside, "you're wearing it."

I squeezed my eyes shut, "I will never forgive you for this."

"Jamie?" She whispered, taunting me, threatening my very livelihood. "Oh, Jamie?"

"Fine." I snatched it out of her hand and stomped to the closet, "but you owe me."

"A soul for a soul." She agreed.

"Exactly."

By the time I got the unseemly contraption on, every one else was at least changed and were either working on their hair or makeup. The room was loud with music and chattering, I sat on the edge of the bath and crossed my legs and arms, hoping to shield some of my dignity.

Stelle looked amazing in a gold set, it was a bodice laced up the sides that flared over her hips. Black heels strapped up her calves and she had pulled back her hair, leaving two strands to dangle by her brows.

Desire chose a gaudy red corset, with black imprints racing along the sides. Her breasts were barely covered, pushed up beyond comprehension and spilling over the top. She wore a garter and stockings, sticking to simple black heels as well. Hannah chose a skin tight teddy, heavenly white with hellish red heels. She puckered her lips and dabbled red wine for color, choosing to leave her hair down and wild, scrunched for effect.

Cath went with a baby doll, plain, and beautiful just like her. It was a very light green, so much so that I could barely make out the color, and her makeup matched.

Tawny was bold and dark, black stilettos with metal spikes on the back, a purple and black bustier so tight I wasn't sure how she breathed, with a skull themed skirt that bobbed around her hips. She was littered in tattoos like Stelle, covered from head to toe. Her piercings were different now as well, instead of the plastic Jamaican themed balls, they were pure metal, and shined in the light.

"We look badass." Des flicked hair off her shoulder as Tawny curled hers up into tight coils with hairspray and pins.

"Hell yeah." Stelle shook her ass and we all clapped for her, I left the room quietly and slipped under their bed, fishing around for a bag I had snuck away from Tate under his nose.

I brought it back to the bath and showed off the bottle of tequila I had lifted and Hannah all but fell to her knees, "You're a goddess."

Stelle pressed the rim to her lips, took a healthy swig and passed it off. Des sucked down more than I thought she would and Cath quietly rejected it, only to be peer pressured into taking a sip anyway. Hannah had no such qualms and drank at least five shots, whereas I chugged more than my fair share.

Again and again it was passed around in utter silence and secret until it dripped empty and I threw it back in the bag. Making a note to toss it away upstairs so it looks like one of the other men did it. Hannah passed out gum, and I sucked on the flavor to reduce the stench of alcohol on my lips.

"Everyone good?" She nodded and I gave a half hearted thumbs up. "You all feel beautiful?" I raised my other thumb with a pained face. "Perfect, let's get to it."

Hannah flung the door open and the boys dropped utterly silent, I watched from the shadows as she basked in their silence and paced slowly from one end of the couch to the other. "In commemoration of Stelle's birthday, she has asked us to dress up and put on the best night she's ever had in her life. Anything she says goes" -a pointed look to Roman- "and anything she wants she gets." Another to Landon, master of the word 'no'. "I may now introduce, the birthday girl!"

Stelle put her all into her walk, her hips moved softly from side to side like a lion's, all predator and no prey in her gaze. I bit my knuckles and watched Jamie but he never looked at her, head craned to the side as if waiting for something better. I looked down then back at him, would he think I looked stupid?

Or worse. Hideous.

What if they all did?

My confidence plummeted at the thought.

They went one by one, taken in by the spotlight and hollers and whistles. My fingertips curled around my biceps as I tore myself apart mentally.

I sucked in weary air, what if Jamie doesn't like it?

Tawny relaxed and rolled her shoulders, "My turn."

I watched her go, kept close eye on the way she swayed, the angle of her heels, all of it I watched and now it was my turn. "And last, but not least, Opal."

Looking forward, I put one foot in front of the other, shoulders back and head tall as I entered the room. Jamie made a noise of satisfaction and that brought a grin to my lips as I passed, falling into step with Tawny at the back of the room. I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with any of the boys, it was too embarrassing, but Landon snaked into my view, giving me a wink before turning back to his conversation.

I felt the burn of my cheeks and took a deep breath.

Didn't stop my lips from wobbling with a smile, however.

"You can cheer now." Stelle scoffed and Harley stood, whooping and hollering while everyone else simply clapped. "Thanks."

We stood there for a moment, I was unsure why, and threw a confused glance to Tawny. She shrugged and faced forward and so I did too. And we waited.

Roman looked down the line and dug around his pocket, producing little rips of paper and handed the crumpled bits to Stelle's open hand. She read through the contents with a face and threw the handful over her shoulder, leaving but one which she handed back.

His eyes scanned the paper and he waltzed back to his seat with a little smirk, obviously satisfied with whatever choice they just made. "Then dance." He murmured, throwing his arms over the back of the couch.

My brows raised with trepidation. We hadn't practiced anything and I wasn't particularly good at anything except grinding. Softly, I hid my frown and hoped I wasn't included in this event.

Without another word Stelle jumped down into the pit, swaying her body and swirling long, lithe hands in the air. Cath needed help getting down and it was then I realized I was in fact included. I cried to myself and stepped down into the pit, just doing what felt right.

Bending at the waist, flicking my hair upwards, I produced a coy little smile in Jamie's direction. He sat up and I went with what I knew first, following the other girl's lead. With my height it was near impossible to disappear into the crowd like Cath had, I noticed her pressing against Hannah's back with a sheepish smile as the group concealed her in the middle almost immediately.