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"are you ready?" jack calls from the living room. sierra puts on another necklace, making it a total of 6 that are bound to get tangled before they even make it to the club.

"hold on!" she yells, putting on one of the bracelets he got her for—a simple, dainty, golden rope twisted piece. sierra grabs her new red, fuzzy chanel bag that was also a valentine's day gift and throws her phone into it. three wads of cash already sit in the bag for tonight.

grabbing a pair of black heels with a strap across the toe; the top of the foot; and behind the ankle, as well as a pair of sneakers, sierra rushes out into the living room to meet jack. "babe, which shoes?" she asks, dropping them onto the floor and shoving one foot in the heels and the other in the green pair of nike dunks.

jack looks up from his phone and looks her up and down, a small smile on his face. "you are so fine, sierra," he says.

"thank you. which shoes?" she asks, kicking out her legs.

"the heels. you are so fine, it's pissing me off," he says, running a hand through his hair. sierra sticks her tongue out and puts the other heel on before hitting the dougie because she's unable to deal with the praise she's getting. "and i like that color on you." he comments, nodding at her reddish-pink hair.

"thank you, baby," she says, taking the sneakers back into her room. "okay, i'm ready now." she says, coming back out. jack stands up from the couch and brushes off his velvet pants before putting on his cartier frames that sierra bought him.

jack holds out his hand and sierra grabs it. he brings it up to his lips and gently kisses her knuckles making her face hot. he winks at her before leading them out of the house and to his car. "tell your friends to be ready when i get there. i don't have all day," he says, opening her door for her.

sierra only smiles at him as she hops into the passenger seat and texts her friends.

MAIN BITCHES:sierra, deja, jas

sierra: jack said be ready when he get there or y'all getting left 🥱🥱

jas: girl fuck him

sierra: watch your mouth ...

jas: i don't have to sweeten my delivery to make it work for jack... i mean, who is jack?deja "liked" this message

sierra: GTFO jist be ready 😭

deja: what we wearing tonight?

jas: are u serious?

sierra: wtf

sierra: we are not picking u up

deja: 😐 whats the dress code

jas: we're going to a stripclub. use your head

deja: fuck yall

"where jasmine live at?" he asks as he backs out of the parking spot. "here, just put it in." jack adds after a second, handing sierra his phone unlocked. to sierra, it feels like a test. she is guilty of going through his phone once or twice, and arguments ensued afterwards due to her finding some disturbances. jack never cheated, but looking through his DMs that one time had her questioning his faithfulness.

she takes his phone from him and types in jasmines address on the maps app. she ignores any other addresses that pop up when she starts typing in jasmines, and sets the phone in the cup holder, folding her hands in her lap. "you can play music," he says.

sierra goes to the bluetooth, and the name 'kelsey' sits at the very bottom. she remembers it from the last time she played her own music in his car. "who is that?" she asks.

jack glances down at the screen before looking at the road. "some chick," he says. sierra makes a face at his answer, but goes with it anyway. they come to a red light and jack messes with the screen and deletes kelseys name off of the list of phones. "better?" he asks, looking up at her.

sierra shrugs, but she's smiling. jack kisses her jaw and shakes his head, taking off down the road when the light turns green. 

they arrive at jasmines apartment complex a few minutes later. sierra texts her and the two of them wait in silence. jack grabs sierras hand and holds it over the middle console. she rolls her head to the left and looks up at him and puckers her lips. jack leans over and kisses her, letting go of her hand to place his hand on her cheek.

sierra slips her tongue in his mouth, momentarily forgetting where they were until knocking on the window of her door makes them jump and pull apart. "open the door!" jasmine yells on the other side, hugging her exposed midriff.

jack unlocks the doors, licking his lips and clearing his throat embarrassedly. "pardon the interruption, but a bitch was cold," jasmine says, putting her hand on sierras shoulder. "that's a cute purse, girl. you're welcome!" she adds, giving sierra an air kiss.

"what you mean? you picked it out?" sierra asks, looking between her friend and jack with an amused smile on her face. sierra looks at jack for confirmation and he nods. "good job then, jas. it makes sense 'cause lowkey i knew there was no way a man could've picked this out on his own. good shit, girl." sierra says, dapping jasmine up.

"hey! you liked those shoes right?"

"correct."

"i picked those out solo, thank you very much," jack says matter of factly, slightly offended. sierra leans across the console and kisses jack on the cheek.

"and you did good, baby," she says.

ten minutes later, deja is piling into the backseat, complaining about her outfit compared to her friends. "fuck y'all because why couldn't you tell me we were wearing pants? i'm out here in this little ass dress, looking fine and stupid," she huffs. sierra wears a black bodysuit, cut high on the sides, with baggy jeans, and jasmine wears a forrest green legging/crop top set.

"girl, you look good!" sierra compliments, swiveling around in her seat. deja rolls her eyes and sighs dramatically. "you can go back and change—jack, turn around." sierra says, gently tapping him on the arm.

"sier—it's fine, jack, for real," deja interrupts, coming to terms with her outfit after pulling out her phone and taking pictures of her sitting down.

jack lets out a breath of relief and drives in silence as he listens to their conversation.

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sierra leans over the railing and throws a stack of bills down below her, onto the dancers. watching them flutter to the floor just makes her want to throw more money, but they haven't even been here that long.

jack comes up behind sierra and wraps his arm around her waist. she immediately jumps, ready to push whoever is on her, off, but relaxes once she realizes that it's him. jack kisses he exposed shoulder and then rests his chin on his shoulder. the two of them look down at the dancers and jack tosses money down below.

the song chances to 'back that azz up' and sierra gasps, pushing jack off of her and running back into the section to find her friends. jasmine and deja are already standing up and getting themselves ready for the song when sierra arrives. she barely has time to unbutton her jeans to make ass throwing easier, and seconds later she's bent over holding onto the table and throwing her ass in a circle.

sierra dances until the chorus is over, and then she stands upright to hype up jasmine, slapping her ass with money in her hands. deja joins sierra and the three of them scream, enjoying themselves in their own world.

jasmine falls onto the couch behind her, out of breath and slightly sweaty from the workout she just did. "i need a shot," jasmine declares, fanning herself in the sweaty club. luckily a bottle girl walks by them, and they order three shots of 1942.

the song changes to something less hype than the previous song, and deja starts dancing and sierra holds onto the hem of her dress so nothing that doesn't need to be exposed is out. "girl, you better work!" sierra yells at deja, lightly tapping her on the ass.

deja stands up and screams shyly, toppling onto jasmine on the couch. sierra joins them, throwing an arm across the both of them. "i really love y'all," she says, resting her head on dejas shoulder.

"i love y'all too," jasmine says, reaching over deja and tapping sierra. her friendship with jasmine has been since high school, and they met deja their first year at college, and have been inseparable since. there aren't two people she'd love to be around more.

the waitress comes back and sets their shots down in front of them. "thanks, pretty," sierra says, smiling politely at the girl.

the waitress says you're welcome before walking away. the three girls grab their shots and down them, making faces all at the same time. "shit," deja says, shaking her head.

sierra takes a deep breath and sets her shot glass down and looks around the section for jack. she looks each way before finding him standing in the corner with babyface ray, urban, and a few other guys. she considers going over there, but thinks better of it and stays seated. jack catches her gaze and sends a wink, followed by a smirk, her way.

she bites her lip shyly and stands up, holding her hands out to her friends. "come with me to get a drink," sierra says. the two girls get up and all of them walk down rhe stairs and into the crowded area of the club. they all hold hands so they don't lose each other in the masses, and make it to the bar without any issue.

sierra leans her back against the counter and rests her arms on top. deja orders for them; knowing their signature drinks off the tøp of her head. from this angle, sierra can see up into their section fairly well, but she can't see jack the way she wants to.

they get their drinks and make their way back up the stairs. urban and another one of their friends from PG are walking down as they make their way up, and urban stops deja by gently touching her arm. "you look nice, deja," he says, looking up at her two stairs above.

"thank you," she says shyly, looking him up and down before continuing up the stairs, sierra and jasmine following behind her.

"don't tell me you're feeling urban, girl," jasmine says with raised eyebrows. sierra nods her head in agreement and the three of them lean against the railing.

"he's sweet," deja says with a shrug. sierra waves her off and takes a sip of her drink. she doesn't have anything against urban—he's nice and kind of cute—but she doesn't want him to date her friends. somehow, she managed to keep them separate for two years. why it's all changing now doesn't make sense.

jack excuses himself from his group of friends to make his way over to sierra. she notices him walking over and smiles at him from behind her drink. it's dark, but her smile seems to brighten the room.

he stops in front of her, putting one hand on her side. "hmm?" she asks, looking up at him. her arms rest on the railing, her drink dangling loosely from her hand.

"i aint seen you all night," jack says. her friends share a look over sierras head and retreat away quietly, leaving jack and sierra alone. sierrra downs the rest of her drink and pulls jack closer to her by the front of his jacket.

draping her arms around around his neck, she smiles up at him and kisses his lips. why they've been all over each other today, they don't know. it's not even the alcohol talking, because jack is sober and sierra hasn't even had that much tonight.

jack puts his hands on her ass and gently presses her into the railing, deepening their kiss. sierra sighs against him, putting one hand on the back of his neck as he moves his lips down to her jaw. jack kisses all over her neck, pressing his crotch into her middle. "let's go," he mumbles in her ear, sliding one hand up her side while the other stays firmly on her ass.

sierra only kisses him back in response. "come on," he says lowly, pulling away.

"not yet," sierra says, kissing his lips again. they haven't been here that long and she has a few more songs left in her. jack groans and she gently pats his cheek. "come dance." she says.

"i dont dance, sierra," he says, but shes leading him over to the couch. jack sits down and sierra takes a seat on his lap. she sets her glass down on the table and starts slowly grinding on him, mostly messing around since the song playing is not a slow grind song.

sierra puts her hands on jacks knees as she slows her movements. jack holds onto her waist, sliding his fingers over the exposed skin on her hips. the song changes to big ole freak and jack gently slaps the side of her ass as she lifts herself up and starts twerking on him.

she sits back down on him and starts grinding on him. sierra twists around and puts her and on his chest, looking him in the eyes. jack is thankful that it's dark in the club because he knows his face is red.

sierra stops her movements and leans back, connecting their lips and putting a hand in his hair. jack slides an around around her waist, placing his hand on her stomach and pressing her impossibly closer. his other hand rests on her inner thigh, and when he starts moving it higher, sierra pulls away. "let's go," jack says with pleading eyes.

her eyes flick down from his eyes to his lips, and back up. she strokes the side of his face gently before placing a kiss on his lips. "okay," she says. she slides off of him and jack gets up to go say goodbye to his friends and sierra goes to find deja and jasmine.

her friends are in a group of people, deja and jasmine squished between urban and some randoms. "hey, si," jas says with raised eyebrows. sierra rolls her eyes but smirks at jasmine. "are y'all leaving?" jasmine asks.

"yeah—yall good, you need a ride?" sierra asks. deja is too busy laughing into urbans neck to acknowledge sierra.

jasmine nods. "we're good. go give me a nephew."

"absolutely not, but i'll pretend," sierra and jasmine shake each other up and sierra taps deja on her leg and waves as she starts walking away.

jack parts from ray and his crew and holds his hand out for sierra when she approaches him. jack leads them down the stairs and pulls her through the masses and out of the club. the cold night air makes sierra shiver and she pulls her hand out of jacks to hug herself.

turning around to see why she let go of him, jack slides his jacket off and hands it to her. "here, baby," he says. sierra thanks him and pulls the jacket on, and jack grabs her hand again and leads her to the car.

-

stumbling into jacks house, sierra steps out of her heels and pads down the hallway into the kitchen. she pulls open his fridge, in search of water. sierra finds a water bottle and closes the fridge, only to bump into jack. he grabs her and pulls her against his chest, kissing her neck and pushing his jacket off of her shoulders to kiss the exposed skin.

sierra takes a drink of water and pats his leg gently, to let him know that she's with him. setting the bottle down on the counter and turning around in his arms, she drapes her arms over his shoulders, just like the night he drove her home from coles event. she would have never thought that they'd be here, let alone anything that has transpired between them in the last month would have happened.

"hmm?" sierra asks when she realizes jack is staring at her with a look in his eyes that she's unable to decode. it's gentle with a fierce look of tenderness, something intense. she's sure she'd seen it from him before.

instead of answering, jack just kisses her. he pushes her arms down and pulls his jacket off of her shoulders. he sets it on the counter and hugs her tightly, catching sierra off guard. she pulls back from him to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed. "what's up?" she asks.

the problem is, is that there's no problem. it's nothing going on inside his head that he hasn't been through before. whats "up" has been going on since the day he met her; it didn't stop when she broke up with him, and he's afraid that it never will. jack knows what he wants, what he feels, and knows that he can't tell sierra.

"nothing. come on," he says.

they go upstairs, and everything is slow and gentle. it doesn't bother sierra, but it does make her wonder why he's being so gentle with her if it's not a special occasion. she expected him to be rougher, like usual, but she doesn't mind being tended to and taken care of.

with every touch, jack hopes it conveys what he won't say. he takes her whimpers and moans as her receiving what he hasn't explicitly said.

sierra cries out his name and pushes his head further into her middle. "i know, baby," he mumbles between her legs. she moans when he simultaneously uses his tongue and fingers, pressing her legs against his head. "cmon, sierra. come for me, princess." jack encourages.

as if on command, sierra releases all of his face and fingers, her legs shaking as she chants his name. her chest heaves up and down, and sweat beads on her forehead, causing her lace to lift. jack kisses her inner thighs and sierra whines, weakly scooting away from him. "please stop," she whimpers.

"you're okay, baby."

"no, i'm not," she replies. jack laughs and removed himself from between her legs and hovers over her to kiss her. "please." she whispers, tangling her fingers in his hair.

jack pulls away from her and rolls over to grab a condom out of the drawer. he finds one and quickly takes off the rest of his clothes, putting on the rubber afterwards. he wastes no time and slowly pushes into sierra, her mouth forming an 'o' shape. "fuck," she mumbles, looking down where they're connected.

he fully pushes into her and sierras eyes flutter closed. "eyes on me, baby," he grunts, pulling out and pushing back in slowly. sierra tries to keep her eyes open, but with every slow thrust, they keep closing.

jack grabs her leg and puts it on his hip and drops his gaze downward, watching himself enter sierra. he gets that feeling in his chest, the one everyone can identify. it's almost overwhelming, and maybe it's because he knows he can't say anything about it to her, at least not yet. what they have going is a good thing, and he can't mess it up now.

"shit, sierra," he pants, speeding up his thrusts a little. she moans and grabs onto his chain and pulls his face down to kiss him. she wraps one arm around his lower back and gently scratches his back.

"jack," she moans against his lips and clenches around him. his hips stutter and he grips onto her hip tightly. "baby, i-" she gasps when he starts going at a quicker pace, his thrusts jerky rather than calculated because he's close as well.

"what, princess? tell me," he pants. sierra's jaw drops open but no sound comes out. she only digs her short nails into his skin, indenting half moons into his flesh.

jack rocks into her a few more times before she comes undone, crying out his name and arching her back off of the bed. jack releases into the condom with a groan and falls on top of her, not pulling out. sierra stares up at the ceiling and holds onto jack.

she could've sworn she heard him say something, but her brain is too foggy to process.

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