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It had become a habit—accidentally.
Jackie had never meant for something like this to turn into a routine, and part of her felt ashamed of it, because she’d never imagined herself in a situation like this.
The habit had begun the morning after that late-night encounter in the stable with Shauna—early in the morning, to be exact. Jordan was still asleep when she woke up, sunlight spilling through the open window, flooding the room and interrupting her sleep. She cursed under her breath for not having closed it the night before; she was such a light sleeper that the smallest thing could wake her. So, with a sigh, she climbed out of bed to shut the window, hoping to get at least another hour of rest.
And that’s when she saw her.
Shauna.
She was sitting on the floor by the doorway of her room, cleaning her boots, already dressed in her work clothes.
Jackie lingered for a few moments, watching her. Her chest rose and fell a little faster, breath deepening as the sight before her sank in. And then Shauna looked up—her gaze lifting slowly towards Jackie’s window. Their eyes met, and Jackie’s breath quickened, her pulse thrumming beneath her skin as she held Shauna’s stare. She could feel it—the weight, the heat of it—even across the space between them.
Her mind was too awake now, too alive to crawl back into bed. So she knelt down, fingers moving almost on their own as she slid open the drawer and pulled out a lace bra and a short dress. When she looked back out the window, Shauna was still quietly watching her. Her eyes didn’t waver—and Jackie could feel them, steady and burning.
And that’s when she did it—something that would have horrified the old Jackie, the one she thought she knew so well. But maybe she was starting to realize that Shauna had always drawn out a side of her she’d spent years trying to hide.
She lifted her top and peeled it off slowly, the fabric gliding over her skin, over her head, until she stood bare above the waist. Her breasts fell softly as she reached up to fix her hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear, her eyes silently locked on Shauna’s.
And Shauna—oh, God, Shauna.
At first, she held herself still, unflinching. But after a few seconds, her lips parted softly, a quiet sigh escaping that filled Jackie with a rush of satisfaction.
Of course, Jackie bit her lower lip, trying to hide the smile threatening to form the moment she saw Shauna’s eyes drift downward—not just glance, but stay there, fixed on her bare chest, her breathing visibly uneven.
When Shauna’s gaze finally rose again, Jackie smiled at her—the very smile she’d been holding back for minutes.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she closed the window.
***
Breakfast passed in silence. Shauna came down about ten minutes after it had begun, looking as if she’d taken the time to shower first. When she started down the stairs, her cheeks were still faintly flushed from the heat of the water, and she carried that familiar scent with her, the one Jackie was quietly obsessed with—fresh lemon layered over something musky and woody, the fragrance she always wore.
Jackie recognized it instantly. She always did. Sometimes she caught it even when Shauna wasn’t anywhere nearby, and in those moments she knew her mind had slipped back into that quiet fixation—an intoxicating pull towards her, a need to seek her out in every possible way, until it felt as though she could sense her even when she wasn’t physically there.
Shauna’s gaze locked onto Jackie the moment she saw her, and Jackie couldn’t stop herself from automatically pressing her thighs together hard—like, really hard—at the mere sight. Her breath hitched, heat blooming across her cheeks, and she lowered her eyes at once, unable to hold the weight of Shauna’s attention without feeling her whole body respond.
“Shauna,” Mr. Taylor called out, drawing her attention immediately. “I need someone to carry a few bales of straw to the barn later. Think you could handle that?”
Shauna nodded casually, taking a quick sip of her water. “Sure.”
“I’ll do it, Mr. Taylor,” Jordan jumped in, speaking louder than he should have—enough to make Jackie frown as irritation flared up inside her because she couldn’t believe how childish he could be sometimes.
Not that it was shocking she was dating a loser. She’d spent all of high school dating Jeff—another loser.
Dating losers was starting to look like a Jackie Taylor pattern.
In truth, she didn’t usually think of Jordan as a loser—most days his personality was so chill and so… nonexistent that she didn’t think of him at all. Jackie preferred him like that; it made him easier to tolerate, easier to be around. She had no idea where this sudden need to compete with Shauna had come from, but Jackie physically cringed the moment he opened his mouth.
“You sure about that, son?”
“Of course.” Jordan nodded, and his hand slid along Jackie’s thigh under the table, and Jackie could feel that Shauna somehow knew, even without seeing it, just from the subtle shift of Jordan’s arm beneath the table. “It’s light work. As the man of the house, and your future son-in-law, I’d like to help.”
Jackie’s father shrugged, glancing at Shauna. “What do you think, Shauna?”
Shauna barely seemed to be paying attention.
“Sure,” she said with a shrug. “If Jordan insists.”
Jackie forced down the piece of bacon, her throat tight, her eyes glued to the table. But the heat prickling at the back of her neck told her everything—Shauna was watching her. Not casually. Not accidentally. Watching every single movement.
“Daddy,” Jackie murmured, her voice soft, almost breathy as she lifted her gaze just enough to be heard, “could you pass me the cranberry juice, please?”
Her father barely had time to move a muscle.
Shauna’s hand was already there.
She reached out quietly, her movements slow and confident. She caught the carton, and when she set it down in front of Jackie, their gazes suddenly collided for a millisecond.
Like a silent, electric claim.
And Jackie’s breath stuttered in her chest.
“Thanks,” she whispered, the words trembling as a warm rush spread through her body, making her sit back, thighs pressing together under the table harder—if that was even possible.
Shauna said nothing.
Instead, she let a small grin curl at the corner of her mouth—lazy, casual and almost cocky.
For Jackie, it felt like being touched.
***
Shauna was working out behind the barn, near the well where Jackie had kissed her a few days earlier—their first kiss in years. She was mostly doing push-ups and crunches, not caring in the slightest how the dirt smeared across her sweatpants. Then she’d stop, take a quick one-minute break to drink some water, and start again. Jackie had been watching her for a while before she finally decided to walk over.
Jordan was busy with the chore her dad had given him—the one that had originally been assigned to Shauna—so Jackie had nothing else to do but watch Shauna work out.
That was the only reason.
It was a good excuse to tell herself… right?
“What’s up, princess?” Shauna said the moment she heard footsteps behind her.
“How do you know it’s me?”
“Who else keeps such close tabs on me?” Shauna smirked as she turned around to face Jackie. And Jackie’s throat instantly went dry when she saw sweat sliding down Shauna’s neck, catching the sunlight as it traced the lines of her collarbone. “Your boyfriend shouldn’t take his eyes off you, you know? He looks away for one second and you’re already looking for me. How adorable is that?”
Jackie swallowed hard, saying nothing.
She couldn’t lie to Shauna. It was useless.
Shauna saw right through her.
“He’s like, weirdly obsessed with competing with you now after what happened while chopping wood,” Jackie murmured, sitting down on a flat piece of rock beside the well.
“I noticed,” Shauna said, her voice low, amused. “Can’t blame him.”
“What’s that camera for, by the way?”
She meant the small, vintage-looking camera Shauna had left beside her shoes.
“I’ve had it since last year,” Shauna replied. “I like filming sometimes.”
Jackie raised her eyebrows. “Filming what?”
“Stuff.”
Alright.
Keep your secrets.
Without another word, Shauna crouched down and picked up the camera, her gaze laser-focused on every little thing she did as she brushed off the dirt and leaves clinging to it. She pressed a few buttons, hiding a half-smile as she lifted the camera and aimed it at Jackie.
“What are you doing?”
“Filming you,” Shauna said, stepping closer. “You know you’ve always loved the camera. Being the center of attention.”
Jackie couldn’t deny it. Just like she knew Shauna had always loved filming—filming her. She remembered all the memories Shauna kept on her old camera, the one she used back in high school. So no, none of this really surprised her. And yet, there was something in the way Shauna spoke that made it clear she wasn’t talking about the simple act of recording. It sounded like she meant something else. Something different.
Whatever that was.
“Get that out of my face,” Jackie protested. She wasn’t in the mood to put up with Shauna’s teasing right then. “You’re filming me way too close.”
“How can I not?” Shauna raised her eyebrows, a tiny and playful smirk forming on her lips. “Look at that pretty face of yours.”
She cupped Jackie’s face, her palms a little damp and rough—evidence of the hard work she put in at the ranch—framing Jackie’s flushed cheeks. Jackie couldn’t help averting her gaze for a moment, suddenly shy, suddenly small beneath the weight of it all, and Shauna answered by holding her more firmly, a grip that would have earned a complaint from Jackie if it had come from anyone other than Shauna.
When Shauna’s breath drifted closer, Jackie felt her lungs tighten, her breathing hitching as she inhaled that intoxicating scent that clung to Shauna’s skin. It never failed to make her feel embarrassingly desperate, like a feral cat in heat, and no amount of self-control could hide it.
It was honestly pathetic.
It was obvious.
She was certain Shauna could feel it radiating off her.
It was humiliating.
Shauna guided her chin upward with a gesture that was both gentle and effortlessly commanding, and a slow smile curved her lips the moment Jackie’s uncertain eyes met hers.
“Why do you do that every time I get close to you?”
“Do what?” Jackie exhaled, her breath suddenly uneven, trembling at the edges.
“Act like a virgin who’s never been touched in her entire life,” Shauna smirked, her voice low.
Jackie swallowed, clearing her throat subtly. For a moment, she could hardly believe she was the same girl who, just that morning, had flashed her tits at Shauna from her bedroom window.
“I’m just—”
“When did you lose your virginity?” Shauna cut in gently, her hands still cradling Jackie’s chin.
And Jackie knew she didn’t have to answer that.
Why should she?
Why was it any of Shauna’s business?
But even now, anger always came second. Desire—need—kept pushing its way to the front, becoming something primal. And Jackie didn’t know whether she hated it or loved it. She hated feeling this vulnerable beneath Shauna’s touch, but God, it felt so unbearably good that she couldn’t help but love it.
Adore it.
All she could do was want more. Need more. Crave more.
She lifted her gaze to Shauna’s, her eyes trembling. “Freshman year of college.”
“I’m assuming with your useless fiancé,” Shauna nodded. “Did it feel good?”
“No,” Jackie stepped back slightly, but Shauna was quick—her fingers wrapping around Jackie’s arm, pulling her right back into that closeness. “It never feels good. I don’t know—there’s something wrong with me when it comes to sex.”
Shauna’s smile deepened, slow and taunting. “Oh, is it?”
“I’m in therapy mostly because of that. I’m a mess, I’m—”
“Really? Because with me you didn’t have any trouble coming the other day. And you didn’t last even ten minutes,” Shauna’s mouth curved into a wicked smirk. “I’ve never seen anyone that fast. Seriously.”
Jackie swallowed hard. “If you’re trying to humiliate me, you—”
“Humiliate you?” Shauna let out a short, dry laugh, the sound low in her throat. “No. Don’t get it twisted. I love when you get like this for me.”
Her voice was a velvet murmur—rough around the edges, but warm enough to pull Jackie in like she couldn’t help herself. Shauna’s thumb grazed the corner of her mouth, slow and deliberate, the touch both comforting and maddeningly intimate.
“With your pretty eyes,” Shauna whispered, her eyes dropping to Jackie’s lips before lifting again, “and that sweet voice of yours. I often think about how I’ll make you sound when I fuck you,” a faint smile curled at her mouth. “The anticipation drives me insane.”
Jackie almost choked on her own breath. And then Shauna leaned in even closer as her thumb began to move slowly, gliding over the soft skin around Jackie’s lips, whose mouth parted just the slightest bit—an invitation she didn’t even realize she was giving.
But Shauna did.
And the moment Jackie’s mouth opened, Shauna slid her thumb inside without hesitation, her breath deepening as her eyes locked onto Jackie’s lips. The sight of Jackie’s mouth closing around her thumb made something hungry flicker across her face—something close to fascination, something dangerously close to awe. It was written all over her face and Jackie couldn't help but enjoy the reaction. It immediately made her feel more daring. Her lashes fluttered shut as she wrapped her lips more fully around the thick pad of Shauna’s thumb, her tongue brushing against the sensitive tip in a slow, trembling sweep. The taste of Shauna’s skin, warm and faintly salty from the ranch work, hit her all at once.
A small, involuntary moan escaped her throat, and this made Shauna inhale sharply, her other hand tightening around Jackie’s jaw. She watched, utterly entranced, as Jackie sucked gently on her thumb, her cheeks hollowing with delicate, needy pressure. And suddenly she replaced her thumb with two fingers, thrusting them past Jackie’s mouth with a desperation that made Jackie gasp. When her eyes opened, weak and submissive, Shauna’s movements became rougher—more raw—driven by their shared need until Jackie felt them graze her throat and almost choked on them.
Shauna didn't stop.
She pushed them in again, her mouth hanging open and her eyes as dark as night. Jackie closed her eyes and received them eagerly, a sound somewhere between a moan and a gag escaping her lips—and Shauna seemed to love it.
She pulled her fingers away suddenly with a muffled groan, sending a shiver through every inch of Jackie’s body at the abrupt loss.
“Did you like that?” Shauna murmured, her voice low and rough.
Jackie could only nod, unable to find her words. It felt as if her whole body had turned to liquid and was burning all at once. She had never felt anything reach so deeply inside her—so deep into the darkest, most forbidden corners of her core—the way she could feel Shauna.
Shauna let out a small, crooked smile. “Yeah, I bet you did,” she breathed, leaning in closer, her warm breath grazing Jackie’s ear. “My perfect little slut.”
Jackie closed her eyes at this, hers almost glassing over with a desperation that felt humiliating, and she couldn’t stop the pathetic little whimper that escaped her throat before Shauna could pull away.
***
She was sitting in the doorway of her room, a book open on her knee and a cold beer dripping condensation in her hand.
Shauna.
Jackie had been watching her for a while now, perched on Jordan’s lap a few meters away, while Shauna seemed intent on pretending they didn’t exist. At one point, she stood, closed her book, and disappeared inside for a few minutes. When she returned, she carried another beer in her hands.
“Summer nights are so romantic,” Jordan murmured, his voice tickling the side of Jackie’s neck. “I could stay out here for hours.”
Jackie said nothing. Her eyes tracked Shauna as she rose again, pulling out her phone and waiting—almost impatiently—for someone to pick up. Seconds later, her face softened, fully absorbed in an animated conversation with whoever was on the other end.
Jackie swallowed hard.
“I wonder who she’s talking to.”
“Huh?” Jordan asked.
“Shauna,” Jackie muttered, lifting her shoulders in a small shrug and lowering her gaze. “I wonder who she talks to that much.”
Jordan’s eyes lingered on Shauna for a beat, then he huffed out a dry laugh. “Probably one of those girls she brings around.”
The comment irritated Jackie instantly.
“That’s not funny.”
“Who cares?” Jordan frowned with a smirk. “I’ll tell you what really matters here.”
He pressed his mouth to her neck, fingers tightening around her waist to pull her closer, his kisses soft at first but rough in a way that made her skin crawl. Soon both his hands were on her chest, and Jackie couldn’t help twisting in his lap, trying subtly to escape his touch.
“Babe, don’t squeeze my boobs so hard,” she protested softly. “They’re not stress balls.”
Jordan smiled against her skin, his kisses turning wetter, lazier. “But you take my stress away.”
“I’m serious, Jordan, stop—”
“Oh, come on, babe—”
“I said stop!”
Jordan let out a frustrated growl and stood up so abruptly he nearly sent Jackie crashing to the ground.
“Fine!” he snapped, openly irritated now. “It’s always the same with you! Weren’t you the one who wanted more romantic moments?”
“Forgive me for not thinking you groping me in public is romantic,” Jackie shot back, frowning as she adjusted her dress where he had been desperately trying to push it up. “And don’t you ever raise your voice at me again. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Whatever, Jackie,” he muttered, shaking his head as he opened the front door. “It’s always the same. I’m tired of it—tired of you always being like this.”
He disappeared inside, the door slamming shut behind him, and Jackie stayed where she was, her body sinking back into the seat as a tight knot formed in her throat. For a few long seconds she just sat there, breathing shallowly, letting the sting of the moment settle beneath her skin.
Eventually, her eyes drifted back—quietly, almost helplessly—to Shauna.
Shauna, who was still on the phone.
Shauna, who had her back turned to them all.
Shauna, completely oblivious to anything that wasn’t that stupid phone call.
The warm summer air buzzed around Jackie, but all she could hear was the soft hum of Shauna’s voice, carried just faintly enough to torment her. She knew she was being ridiculous. The person on the other end of the call could’ve been anyone except one of those girls. It could’ve been her mom, a friend—anyone.
So why couldn’t Jackie get the idea out of her head that it was some girl?
Why did that thought make her feel so miserable?
When Shauna finally hung up, she set her phone down on the chair and stepped back inside, disappearing for only a few seconds before reemerging—and that was the first time all night she actually looked at Jackie.
“Could you bring me another beer from your fridge?” she asked, walking towards her. “I’m out in mine.”
Jackie swallowed hard, the small motion burning all the way down, and nodded without daring to hold Shauna’s gaze for too long.
“Sure,” she managed, though her voice barely came out.
She stood up slowly and disappeared inside. The cool dimness of the kitchen wrapped around her as soon as she walked in, a stark contrast to the warm, humid night outside. She opened the fridge, the blast of cold air hitting her face and making her shiver. She took the bottle and held it a little too tightly, and then turned and walked back towards the door—towards Shauna.
Shauna drank her beer in silence, each quiet swallow catching the faint glow of the porch light as she tilted the bottle back. Jackie sat beside her, hands folded in her lap. She refused to go back to her room with Jordan.
The night hummed softly around them—crickets, warm air, the distant rustle of trees—yet the silence felt louder than any of it.
Then, out of nowhere, Shauna spoke.
“I need to go grab a few things I left in the barn,” she said, her voice low. She tipped her chin down, eyes flicking towards Jackie with an unreadable glint. “Come with me.”
It wasn’t framed as a question. It wasn’t gentle. It landed like a command, like something she expected Jackie to obey without hesitation.
Jackie frowned. “Since when are you scared of the dark?”
Shauna raised a brow at her, wearing a dry, almost amused smirk. She finished the last of her beer in one smooth swallow and set the empty bottle down with a soft clink.
“Don’t be so smart,” she muttered. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Jackie swallowed hard and followed her quietly, her steps soft as they moved away from the house and into the deeper shadows of the property. Shauna walked ahead as they reached the barn, its old wooden beams creaking gently as she pushed the door open. Inside, the air was cooler, smelling of hay, horses, and something faintly sweet. The horses shifted in their stalls as the two passed by. Shauna headed toward the very back—past the tack room, past the storage shelves—towards a door Jackie had never seen open before.
Shauna pulled it open without hesitation. Jackie lingered a step behind her, peering in.
It was darker in there, quieter, almost like a hidden pocket carved into the barn. And in the middle of it, tossed casually on top of a thick layer of straw, was something like a makeshift mat—or maybe an old padded blanket, worn but wide, flattened by use.
“A foal fainted earlier today,” Shauna explained, pointing to the mat. “I told your father to take him to the vet tomorrow. I put this mat down so he could rest for a bit once he woke up. I forgot to bring it back.”
Jackie stayed quiet for a few seconds, her eyes lingering on the makeshift mat and the surrounding straw.
Finally, she spoke softly.“Is the foal okay?”
Shauna shrugged lightly, her expression calm but casual. “He’ll be fine,” she said. “It’s normal in this heat. These little ones can get weak sometimes.”
Suddenly, Shauna moved closer, the sudden closeness making Jackie’s pulse spike. Shauna reached out, her fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from Jackie’s face with a touch so soft, so intimate, that Jackie’s knees went weak and trembled under her. She could feel the warmth radiating from Shauna, a heat that seeped into her skin, making her breath catch.
“Do I make you nervous?” Shauna asked, her voice low and velvety, the words barely a whisper.
Jackie’s throat tightened, her words barely leaving her lips. “Yes…” she admitted, so fragile and unsteady that it felt like it could break her.
Shauna’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile, her gaze fixed on Jackie with an intensity that made her stomach twist.
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Yes… please,” Jackie breathed, her voice trembling in tandem with her racing heart.
Shauna leaned even closer, letting her lips brush just beside Jackie’s ear. “I want to kiss you too,” she murmured, her breath warm and heavy, sending shivers down Jackie’s spine. Then her tone dropped lower, rich and dark with a teasing edge. “But… I want to kiss you somewhere else even more.”
Jackie felt a wave of heat pool between her legs, her chest rising and falling too fast, and she couldn’t stop the tiny whimper that escaped.
“Has anyone ever licked your cunt?”
The question caught Jackie completely off guard, and her eyes automatically closed—blinded by desire.
She could only nod.
Of course—Jordan did it from time to time. Not that often, but every now and then he would.
“Yeah? Who?” Shauna groaned against her cheek. “That thing you call your boyfriend?”
Jackie’s mouth parted submissively, almost instinctively, reaching for Shauna’s lips. Shauna kept her completely under control, letting her inch closer but never fully surrendering, pinning Jackie’s wrists against the wall.
“I want to eat you out right now. Would you like that?”
Jackie’s head jerked slightly as she nodded desperately, her whole body trembling with need. “Yes,” her lips parted, letting out soft, pleading whimpers that came in ragged bursts. “Please… please…” she begged, her voice barely more than a whisper, thick with want.
Next thing she knew, Shauna had her sitting on the mat, the rough straw brushing against her legs, and now Shauna was lying back, hands gripping Jackie’s hips firmly and guiding her silently.
“Come here,” she murmured, her voice low as she helped Jackie settle herself. “I want you to ride my face.”
Jackie shivered, feeling Shauna’s hands linger on her hips, feeling the heat radiating from her.
“And you better give me a show,” Shauna smirked. “Make it messy. Just how I like it.”
Jackie thought she was going to explode from desire as she nodded, slowly lowered herself. Shauna’s hands guided her gently but firmly, holding her in place, helping her settle both thighs around her face as she hurried to pull down Jackie’s lace panties and get rid of them.
Jackie’s knees shook against the mat as soon as her aching cunt made contact with Shauna’s hungry mouth—her tongue immediately licking softly, a quiet groan of pleasure and relief leaving her throat—as if she’d been starving for it all this time. Jackie’s breathing grew ragged as she began to move, rocking slowly at first as Shauna’s hungry mouth sent sparks shooting through her.
“That’s it,” Shauna murmured—almost growled—her voice muffled yet full of praise, sending waves of pleasure straight into Jackie’s wet folds. “There you go. Good girl.”
Jackie could only lean forward, a broken cry escaping her mouth as she let herself follow the rhythm, feeling Shauna’s hands tighten slightly on her hips, urging her on, keeping her entirely under her control as her fingers kept digging into Jackie’s skin with a hunger that could set the entire barn on fire.
And Jackie?
Jackie was on cloud nine.
Flushed cheeks, dry throat as she cried out to the darkness of the barn, trembling legs, her bangs slightly wet—she couldn’t tell if from the humidity or if she was starting to sweat.
She couldn’t think.
Her breaths came faster, her moans soft and high-pitched—wet and pathetic, mingling with the sounds of the barn, the creak of the floorboards, and the night around them. She started rocking her hips back and forth faster—harder—her eyes watering at the overwhelming pleasure, desperate to feel more. And of course, Shauna’s low, approving groans only made her go faster, pushing her further into the moment as she was completely losing herself, a series of broken pleas leaving her throat and a warm pool of heat forming in her lower belly.
Her vision blurred as she came hard, the intensity so overwhelming she nearly lost her balance if Shauna hadn’t grabbed her tightly, keeping her from toppling over. And still, even when Jackie tried to pull back for a second, the aftershocks of her orgasm leaving her weak and trembling, Shauna growled, wrapping her arms firmly around her thighs—keeping her exactly where she was.
“Stay still.”
“God—fuck,” Jackie whimpered, her eyes glossy and wet. “It’s too much, it’s—”
Shauna responded by licking harder, refusing to let Jackie go—like a wild animal finally tasting its prey for the first time, consuming her with feral hunger.
Jackie’s body shivered under her, coming for a second time a few minutes later.
It was the most incredible feeling she had ever experienced.
She couldn’t imagine anything ever comparing.
Shauna licked the insides of her thighs thoroughly, leaving nothing behind, every touch rough and soft at the same time.
Only when she finally pulled back did she let Jackie go—and even then, it was with a reluctant grip.
***
Jordan was sitting in the corner of the bed, arms crossed, his posture slightly tense while he pretended to watch a movie on the TV when Jackie walked in—doing her best to keep her legs from trembling as she sat down on the bed. The moment he saw her, regret washed over his face instantly.
“Babe,” he murmured, his voice soft and calm, reaching out to take Jackie’s hand. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean any of it, didn’t mean to do any of that. I was being a jerk.”
Jackie couldn’t help but lower her gaze, feeling her hands stiff and cold within Jordan’s—warm, trembling. Her lack of response seemed to distress him, and he reacted immediately, moving closer, his free hand rising at once to cup Jackie’s cheeks. He lifted her face to look at him.
“I mean it, babe,” he whispered, his voice gentle. “I don’t know what got into my head to talk to you like that. Please, forgive me.”
Jackie swallowed hard, as if it took effort. She could taste pain and guilt in her own mouth—softly poisoning her. It was as though the feeling had turned into an animal slowly prowling through her insides, tainting every corner it touched. Claiming her.
“Jordan,” she murmured with a trembling voice, “it’s okay—”
“No, it’s not,” he hurried to say, shaking his head. “You know I love you so much, right? I love you with all my heart, and I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”
Jackie closed her eyes for a moment, and a lone tear spilled from her right eye. Jordan wiped it away immediately.
“Don’t cry, Jackie. It’s not your fault I acted like a jerk.”
“I love you too,” she sobbed, loud and broken. “I do.”
And she was telling the truth—at least, she thought she was. She wasn’t sure if she was also trying to convince herself, but… she had to love him, didn’t she? There was no way she could have spent all those years with someone she didn’t love. Being on the verge of marrying someone she didn’t love. Even despite how much Jordan annoyed her sometimes, Jackie had to love him. If she could feel some kind of affection for him in her heart, she had no choice but to tell herself again and again that this was what being in love meant. Despite everything else.
Despite Shauna.
No—even with Shauna in the middle of it all, Jackie loved her fiancé. She had to love him.
Jordan smiled, nodding. “I know,” he said, pulling her into him and kissing her deeply. “It’s okay. I know you do.”
Jackie cleared her throat, stifling a sob as she nodded faintly against Jordan’s lips, repeating the same thing to herself over and over again in her head.
She kept doing it until the moment she finally managed to fall asleep.
***
She didn’t see Shauna the next morning—not even at breakfast. Her mother explained that Shauna had driven into town and had probably eaten there, that she wasn’t alone. And of course, that last part caught Jackie’s attention immediately—in the worst possible way. She wanted to ask her mother every detail about the person Shauna was with, to pry until there was nothing left unsaid, but she had no choice but to swallow her own anguish and remain silent as each bite of breakfast landed in her fragile stomach like a bomb.
She took a shower, letting the water run hot over her skin, as if it could wash away all of the tightness in her chest, the stress and the guilt and everything that was eating her from inside out. After that, she spent the rest of the morning curled up with Jordan on the couch, the television droning on in the background, its noise barely registering, until she heard the sound of Shauna’s car pulling into the driveway—an unmistakable signal that she was back.
And even though Jackie was dying to rush to the window and peer outside, to search desperately for Shauna with her eyes—and, above all, to see whether she was still accompanied—she didn’t do it. She couldn’t do it like that, sprawled in Jordan’s arms. It would have felt too filthy.
She was already carrying more guilt than she could bear. She couldn’t do something like that right in front of Jordan. She would hate herself forever if she were capable of it.
But when she went down to the kitchen a while later, her senses blurred the moment she saw the girl standing right in front of her while Shauna was making coffee. She was dark-haired, taller than Jackie, with a line of tiny piercings climbing her ear and lipstick painted in a loud, vivid red.
And she smiled at Jackie, greeting her politely.
And of course, Shauna smiled too when she saw her—a smile that was anything but a smile.
Jackie knew it in her bones, and she couldn’t stand to remain there for even one more second. The image alone made her feel sick.
She turned around and hurried back up the stairs, searching for the refuge of her bedroom. Away from everything.
Away from Shauna.
***
The girl left hours later, when dusk was beginning to fall. Jackie watched her go from the window, eyes fixed on both of them as Shauna started the car and pulled out—driving the girl back home, then returning half an hour later, when night had fully settled in.
Jackie kept staring as Shauna stepped out of the car, and—as if Shauna knew perfectly well that Jackie would be watching her—no, spying on her, tracking every single movement—she lifted her head and locked her dark eyes onto Jackie. But Jackie didn’t look away. Not even for a second.
Without knowing what came over her, she hurried to call Jordan over, her gaze still glued to Shauna. The moment Jordan appeared, Jackie quickly guided him to sit in front of the window, carefully positioning him with his back to Shauna so he wouldn’t see her outside. She leaned down and kissed him hard, her eyes closing for a few brief seconds before opening again to confirm that, just as she’d wanted, Shauna was watching. Watching her. Watching them.
“What’s gotten into you?” Jordan laughed into the kiss, and Jackie had to fight the urge to tell him to shut up and just play along. “You’re never like this, you—”
“Jordan,” she said, pulling back just enough to look him straight in the eyes, her tone serious, “do you wanna fuck me or not?”
He blinked, clearly caught off guard. Jackie couldn’t blame him—she was never like this with him.
“I—I mean, yeah, of course,” he stammered, quickly leaning in to kiss her again. “Of course I do.”
“Good.”
She rushed to pull off her top, her eyes locked on Shauna as she let it fall to the floor, baring her chest. She moved closer, straddling Jordan more deliberately, making sure there was no way what she was doing couldn’t be seen clearly through the window. She wanted Shauna to see everything. To not miss a single second.
She didn’t know what she was becoming, what kind of game they were playing. And it wasn’t the idea of the game itself that satisfied her—it was the sickly sweet taste of revenge. A kind of revenge she knew, deep down, came from the pain of realizing that Shauna could be with someone else. Someone who wasn’t her. And by what right did she get to feel that way?
She—the one who was about to get married. The one who had left—no, who had begged Shauna to eat her cunt yesterday in the barn.
By what right did she feel this way?
It made her feel like the most selfish person alive, and yet she couldn’t stop.
She truly couldn’t.
She kissed Jordan again, her lips clumsy against his, while her eyes stayed open and fixed on Shauna as she quickly reached down and unzipped Jordan’s pants.
She began to move slowly, rocking her hips back and forth, her eyes never leaving Shauna for a single second. Shauna didn’t move—it was almost as if she didn’t even blink. She stayed perfectly still until the very last moment, until Jackie opened her mouth and faked one final, strangled moan, making it as bitter as possible for Shauna.
You see?
You see everything I do because of you?
She let her head fall against Jordan’s shoulder, dragging out her “orgasm” for as long as she could, stretching it to its limits, while Jordan’s low sounds blended with the heavy, silent noise Jackie could feel rising from Shauna’s stare.
And only when Shauna finally turned and went back into her room did Jackie pull away.
But she didn’t feel victorious.
She felt like the biggest loser in the world.
***
Less than an hour had passed since she’d taken a shower and slipped beneath the sheets when her phone rang with a sudden notification. When she checked it, she realized it was from Shauna.
Her throat tightened immediately.
The message simply read:
file attached
She opened it in a rush, only to find it was a video. She clicked on it, the screen going dark before lighting up with the dim glow of a bedside lamp. Little by little, the image came into focus—and then Jackie’s blood ran cold, a shiver tearing through her body as she realized what Shauna had sent her.
That she had sunk this low.
That she wanted to hurt her like this.
Not when it had been her who had started that whole frantic game in the first place.
In the video, the girl—the same one Shauna had brought to the ranch earlier—was on her knees, her hands gripping Shauna’s strong thighs as her lips opened and closed around a purple cock positioned between Shauna’s legs. Shauna sat on the edge of the bed, her hands moving slowly over the girl’s head, fingers tangling in her hair as she gently rocked her hips forward, watching the girl’s cheeks hollow and stretch with each movement of her head—sucking and licking, moaning softly against the plastic while she purred at the way Shauna held her there, softy murmuring things like good girl and that’s it.
Jackie gritted her teeth as she watched the whole thing. Her stomach lurched violently, nails digging into her palms. She forced herself to keep watching, to absorb the image fully—not because she wanted to, but because she needed to remember, needed to let the mix of pain and anger settle into a furious, boiling resolve.
But she was far from giving up.
No. Not like this.
She wasn’t going to let Shauna win. Get away with it.
She threw the phone away and immediately stood up, reaching for the door. She didn’t even care that she wasn’t properly dressed, that she was wearing nothing but the short, pink satin dress she usually wore to bed.
She didn’t care about anything else in that moment.
“Babe, where are you going?” Jordan hurried to ask, his gaze fixed on hers as soon as he walked into the room.
“Go to bed. I’ll be back.”
And she closed the door, hurrying downstairs and heading outside for Shauna’s room.
The night was far from over.