If you love somebody better tell them while they’re here ’cause they just may run away from you.

If you love somebody better tell them while they’re here ’cause they just may run away from you. by pinklipstiiick featuring platform high heels

“Do I look okay?” I asked, nervous as hell as I looked up at Dean.

“You look beautiful….” He trailed off and my face flushed as he looked me up and down, his eyes a shade darker than usual and well, he was the sexiest man I'd ever seen. He groaned, “We’re never going to get to mom’s if you keep blushing like that.”

I gave him a grin and then walked to the oven to pick up the cake I’d made that was cooling on top. “Don’t say things like that if you’re not planning on following through," I replied, licking the frosting off of the side of the cake and slowly setting it in my mouth.

“You’re killing me…”

I smirked and handed him the cake before slipping into a pair of high heels and grabbing my purse, “Do you think she’ll like me?”

He grinned and leaned in to kiss me. We'd been even more coupley than ever since I told him I wanted to come with him to Canada. Still, I wasn't sure how good of an idea it was... but it felt right. All I wanted was him and a future for us. “She’ll love you," He said seriously.

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“Dean!” His mother smiled as she saw her son, her smile growing wider when she saw me standing next to him. “And you must be miss Jacquelyn.”

I nodded, “It’s nice to meet you.”

She beamed at me and then smacked Dean's chest, nearly making him  lose his balance and fall off the stoop to the door. “Ma!”

“You could have told me she was such a knockout!!!” She said, shaking her head. “My god you’re going to have to work hard to keep this one. Way out of your league.”

He shook his head and I bit my lip, keeping myself from laughing. I liked her. “I dunno about that," I smirked and then his mom saw the cake Dean was holding.

“Did you bake?” She asked him, her eyebrow raised.

“I'm a pastry chef," I piped up, grinning like I always did whenever I spoke about my job.

She stared at me for a second and then looked back at Dean, “Way the hell out of your league. You better be treating her damn good.”

“He is," I smiled.

Garrett walked up and slapped his brother on the back. “Are we going in the house or just standing outside awkwardly?” He asked, leaning in to his mom. “Hey ma, happy mothers day,” He said handing her a bouquet of balloons before turning to me. “Jac. You look lovely as usual.”

Dean smacked him as he gave me a quick look over, “Watch it.”

"Are you jealous of your little brother?" Garrett grinned and Dean smacked him again. "You must really like this one."

I reached for Dean's wrist and leaned my body into his, not able to hide the grin on my face, "Is that true? Do you really like me?"

His eyes flicked down my body, making me blush on the spot, "I do..."

Garrett groaned and brushed past us to go into the house, "Be careful with that cake... I've heard a lot about Jac's cooking and I'll be really pissed if you drop it."

"He's so sweet," I smirked and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Sweet... an idiot," He shrugged and his mom slapped him playfully. "What was that for?! He started it!"

"And you're my oldest. You should know better," She shook her head but grinned.  "Let me take that before you drop it. I can see how Jac might distract you," Reaching her hands out, she took the cake and headed into the house.

"Thanks for all the trust," He said from where we were still standing in the doorway.

"If you're good, I'll let you lick frosting off me later..." I whispered into his ear, grinning wide when he groaned. The nerves from earlier? They were almost gone.

“You’re going to kill me," He said under his breath, my eyes locked on my ass before he set his hand on my lower back to lead me into the kitchen.

“Did you grow up here?” I asked, grinning up at him and wondering what he was like as a kid. Cute I bet.

“I did.”

“His old room is just down the hall, why don’t you show her while Gare and I set up the table," His mom grinned at us while Gare groaned.

“What the hell ma? Why do I have to work and they get to tour?”

She smirked, “Because he brought a girl and you didn’t.” Dean shot his brother a cocky smirk, Gare literally growling as their mom handed him some plates. “And even if you had brought Miss Thea I already know for a fact she’s seen your bedroom," She gave Gare a look that shut him up as Dean and I chuckled, walking down the hall and looking at all the school pictures and family photos.

I stopped on one of the family…the whole family. I ran my fingers over the frame. “Is that your father?” she asked softly. I nodded. “I was probably 17 there, a year before he died.” Jac swallowed and ran her fingertip over my face in the picture, wondering if it were too soon to talk about his dad. Then again, our entire relationship had moved so fast and so far? We'd had zero regrets. There was something about Dean... this feeling I got that made me want to be with him always. “That would make Garrett what…13?” I asked and he nodded as I looked up at their dad, his arms wrapped around their mom protectively as he beamed down at his boys. “He’s very handsome," I said softly.

“Must run in the family," He teased, wrapping his arms around me the same way, squeezing me into his body.

He walked with me to the room at the end of the hall and pushed the door open, my eyes taking in every inch of the room slowly to get to know my man a little better. Football trophies on a desk at the other side, pictures of bands he was into back in high school, then there were a couple of sports illustrated bikini posters. I stopped in front of one and smirked, not able to point out the facts. “So you’ve always had a thing for curvy brunettes?” I asked, biting down on my lip.

He chuckled, “If you take any pictures like that I’d be happy to replace these ones.”

"Do you want pictures of me in a bikini baby?" I grinned and turned my body around to face his, setting my hands on his hard chest. The chemistry between us was indescribable. We could barely last a minute without touching each other... and I hadn't been like that with anyone else in my entire life. When I said that I was falling for him? That was such an understatement.

He lowered his head to kiss my cheek, moving his lips lower to my neck, nipping at my skin as my teeth sunk into my bottom lip and he left me feeling his lips all over me. The effect he had on me? Insane. "Is that a trick question?" He breathed against my skin and I kicked the door closed with my foot.

"I look better naked," I whispered and he groaned.

"I know..." He trailed off, running a hand down to my thigh and pushing my dress up a few inches with his palm. "Fuck if that's not the understatement of the year."

I pulled my head back and tilted his head up with my index finger, leaning my body into his and kissing him hard. I saw stars every time I kissed him... Cheesy, I know, but my heart raced and sometimes I felt like I couldn't even breathe anymore. "How long do we have until someone comes looking for us?" I asked in a low and quiet tone, setting my hand on top of his and guiding it between my thighs.

I walked backwards until my body was wedged between Dean's and a wall, his eyes widening as his fingers found my pussy. "You're not wearing anything under your dress," He said, his words more of a statement than a question.

"I'm not," I shook my head slowly and bit my lip again.

He let out a noise that sounded like something between a growl and a moan and took one hand to press my hips roughly against the wall before tilting my head up with his fingers and looking into my desire clouded eyes. “Listen very carefully," He started, his voice low and barely controlled. 

“Mmmm…” I breathed out, my eyes wide in anticipation and my body aching.

“I'm going to make you come," He said seriously and I died a little right there. “But you have to be silent and we have to be fast," He added in a stern voice but let his lips curl into a smirk as his fingers brushed my pussy lightly. “Can you do that?”

I whimpered and nodded, so hard up for him.

“Say it Jac.”

“Yes. Yes please…..” I swallowed and he grinned, slipping his fingers inside of me and pumping them in slow purposeful strokes. “Oh god….” I let my head fall back and my chest heaved as I breathed.

“Do you know how you make me feel?” He asked as his lips hit my neck. “How watching you fall apart gets me off just like I was inside of you?”

I whimpered again as he nipped at my neck, driving me so fucking crazy. “Dean……” I whispered and then bit down on my lip hard as I tightened against his fingers. That’s when he moved his  thumb to my clit, pressing slow circles against it. “Yes….yes….” I whispered, feeling like it was killing me not to scream out. He was so incredibly good with his hands.

“That’s it baby….just like that….” He said softly, smirking down at my as I arched my hips into his hand again and again, so so close with a silent gasp escaping me as I came, my eyes going glassy as I fell apart in his arms. Wow.

“Where have you been all my life?!” I breathed out as I came down and he pulled his hand out from under my skirt, bringing his fingers to his mouth as he  licked them clean. It was the hottest thing on earth when he did that.

“Ugh….”

Then there was a knock on his door, a rush clouding my judgement and turning me on so damn much. “Gare has warned me that its dangerous to leave you two alone and I'm beginning to agree with him!!!!” His mother called out through the door. “That’s the problem with pretty girls," I heard her saying as she walked off and I bit down on my lip and chuckled.

"Am I a bad influence on you?" I gave his shirt a tug to pull him against me, looking into his eyes with my wide eyed and innocent look.

"Probably," He grinned and lowered his head to kiss me, pressing his hips against mine so I could feel his erection. I moaned and slipped my tongue into his mouth, tasting myself on his lips. He broke the kiss much too soon and set his forehead against mine, "I don't know what I'm going to do with you..."

"You can start with fixing my dress and taking me back out to the kitchen for dinner," I grinned as I joked, knowing fully well what he meant. We were obsessed with each other... Not that I had any problems with that, but still.

He smirked and pulled back, my eyes dropping down to his erection as he adjusted my dress so I was completely covered again. His body drove me so crazy... everything about him did. "Ready?"

"Don't we have time to take care of this?" I reached out my hand to cup him through his jeans, licking my lips suggestively.

"Jac..." He groaned but pressed himself into my touch. "Don't tempt me."

"You're tempting me instead..." I ran my thumb along his length, wanting so desperately bad to guide him inside of me. But then someone knocked on the door instead.

"Dinners ready," Garrett said, then laughed. "Are you two dressed? I'm hungry and don't want to wait."

"Shut up," Dean said back to his brother, keeping his eyes on me and grinning. "We'll be right there."

I moved my hands and slid them up to his chest, leaning my body closer to kiss him again, "Thank you for bringing me to meet your mom..."

“You’re pressing your hips into me pretty damn hard baby," He said through his teeth as I smirked, playing innocent.

“Oops.”

He shook his head, already knowing me better than that, “Tease.”

I bit my lip as he grabbed my hand, “I don’t think you can call me a tease when I was more than willing to-“

“Finally!” Gare said, glaring at us.

“Oh hush Gare, I can’t even remember the last time Dean brought home a girl," Their mom said turning and beaming at us.

“It was Kiley,” Garrett said simply and his mother made a face that made me hold back a laugh.

“Not a fan of her either I see." She grinned at me, “I like you already.”

Dean groaned, “Ma!”

She shook her head, “First she dumps you, then she uses you every time she sees fit.” He opened his mouth in surprise but his mom held up her hand, “I know more than you think I do Dean, I'm a smart woman.”

I held back a laugh again and she set her hands on her hips, “Now she’s convinced you to quit your job and move across the country! I can only hope Jac can talk you out of it.”

“Actually Jac’s going with me," He said seriously, wrapping an arm around me and beaming at me.

Garrett stopped eating and looked back at us, “Whoa.” Even their mom looked taken aback. I guess it was a little strange, having someone move countries for you after dating only a month... but if so, why'd it feel like the right decision?

After what seemed like an hour of silence, his mother shook her head. “Well I have to admit baby, I like you a little less now,” She told me, winking to let me know that she was only semi-joking.

I gave her a guilty face, not even sure of what to say anymore. Honestly though? I was glad they knew since I hadn't even told my family yet. “I'm sorry," I ran a hand through my hair and his mom shook her head.

“Not your fault. My son can be very convincing.”

"That he can," I tilted my head towards Dean and smiled, unsure of what to say... unsure of myself a little. I wasn't having any doubts, but I didn't want his mom to hate me.

He reached for my hand as everyone took their seats at the table, the mood shifted and strained. "It helped me get you, didn't it?" He grinned and pressed a kiss against my forehead.

"That had to do with how persistent you were," I smirked back at him, thinking back to when we first met and how awful it went. Years had passed since then and now we were happily together. It was crazy how things turned out, but I felt lucky.

He lifted an eyebrow, "Really? That's it?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. He was so sexy, it was hard not to be attracted to him. Garrett groaned again but their mom was smiling, sometimes it was hard to remember that other people were in the room when I was around Dean. I saw only him... as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. "So when are you two moving?" Garrett cut in and we all looked at him.

"A month, give or take," Dean answered as his mom stood up and walked over to the fridge.

"Can I get anyone something to drink?"

"I brought a twelve pack," Garrett grinned and she shook her head.

"I'll have one too," Dean looked at his mom then over at me, "Baby?"

"I have wine, unless you want to drink like a man," She grinned.

I nodded at her, "Wine would be perfect."

"Have you given your notice yet?" Garrett asked me, leaning into the table. I felt on the spot because I hadn't even told a soul yet that I was leaving. "And what about your apartment? Dean got lucky since he has me.. but don't you have a lease?"

"My lease is up in two months," I said and smiled. "And no... I haven't given my notice yet. We still have time."

“I did," He said simply and I looked back at him, curious and confused.

“You what?”

“I gave work my two weeks notice," He replied and both his mom and Gare looked at him with wide eyes.

“Really?” I asked, just as wide eyed as his family, wondering why he hadn't told me.

“Yesterday.” There was a few minutes of silence and then his mother shook her head.

“Oh," I said simply, all of this feeling much more real... and so soon. Much sooner than I'd realized.

“Fuck,” Garrett shook his head and looked down into his food, looking genuinely sad to see his brother go.

“Gare….” Their mom warned but in a sadder tone than earlier.

“What mom it fucking sucks,” He shook his head and I could have sworn I heard Dean swallowing his guilt thickly.

“It’s not like I wont visit, or fly you guys out there…” He trailed off.

“Let’s not talk about such depressing things! Tell me about yourself Jac, besides being gorgeous and winning my sons heart I mean,” She winked and I could feel myself blushing, thankful for the change of subject.

I slipped my hand back into Dean's, wanting him to know that I had no regrets, that I was still planning on leaving with him. Smiling at his mom, I told her the basics, "I'm from Tennessee. I moved out here for college, that's where I met Thea," I shot Gare a smirk.

"Tennessee? Don't your folks beg you to come back all the time?" She asked with wide eyes, making me feel guilty since I hadn't spoken to my father in a while and a much longer time for my mom.

"My mom left when I was younger," I said and Dean gave my hand an encouraging squeeze since he knew how I rarely ever spoke about her. She left, what more was there to say? "My Gran raised both my sister and I. My dad was on tour most of my life, still is."

"On tour?" Her eyebrow shot up, "Have I heard of him?"

"Doughtry Duchannes?" I asked in a voice a little higher than normal. To the normal person, it was nothing more than a silly name... but if you liked country? He was a legend.

"That's your dad?" Dean asked and I nodded, realizing that I'd never told him. I guess we hadn't really told each other much about ourselves, always getting distracted by the strong physical attraction. Of course there was more to our relationship than that, but still. "I didn't even know you liked country music."

"Grew up on it. Do you like it?" I asked.

“Have you never ridden in our car?” Garrett asked. “Only country music.”

“We usually take his bike,” I smirked slowly, the thought alone kind of a turn on.

Dean shrugged, “My dad liked country. Your dad’s talented,” He added and this time his tone had changed, the usual confidence it held now faltering.

“Do you sing too Jac?” His mother asked, smiling sweetly.

“Do you?” Dean added, sounding genuinely curious.

“I can…” I trailed off, my face flushing red while I prayed that they wouldn't put me on the spot and ask me to sing. I mean, I wasn't terrible but I wasn't great either.

“I bet you have a beautiful voice," His mother said, probably noticing my discomfort and changing the subject as Dean kept staring at me.

“We should go to a karaoke night," He smirked, squeezing my hand and watching me widen my eyes.

“Oh I don’t sing in public," I said quickly, shaking my head. Bad memories of my dad making my sister and I dress up in adorable frilly dresses to perform for his friends popped up in my head. We sang old songs from Patsy Cline and Loretta Lynn while they'd drink and sing along.

He cupped my face and ran the pad of his thumb over my cheek, “Why not?”

Before I had the chance to answer his mother was bringing in my cake on plates and I was thankful for the distraction. “Oh my god,” Gare said with a mouthful of cake as I bit into mine slowly, knowing that my face was still a little pink. “Move in with me instead. This is the best cake I’ve ever had.”

“I'm flattered but Thea threatened to kill me if I ever made a move on you," I smirked and Gare gave me a lopsided grin, the two of them having a history one could only pretend to understand.

“She did?” He asked while everyone else in the room had to be biting their tongues. I told Thea enough times what a catch Gare was and that if she kept treating him like a plaything? She was going to lose him. I already had the feeling that she had broken his heart not more than once.

“Of course she did," I said, winking at Gare who looked pretty pleased with himself.

“Just to be clear, I'm also against you putting moves on my brother," Dean agreed, smirking at me and setting his hand on my thigh, making me remember that I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress.

I tilted my head towards his with a knowing look on my face, uncrossing and then recrossing my legs to tease him. "Good thing you're my type instead," I said seriously and smiled.

Their mother laughed as she watched us, her mind probably already thinking of the possibility of grand babies. "How long have you two been together?" She asked, looking at me then raising her eyebrow at her son, "Dean only told me about you last week."

I laughed and shook my head, "It's fairly new still..."

"Two months," Gare cut in and their moms eyes widened. Dean just shot his brother a glare while I blushed, knowing how bad it sounded that we were already planning to move in together, all the way in Canada.

"Mrs. McGarritty," I tried in a soft voice but she smiled back at me warmly and shook her head.

"You can call me Rennee sweetie," She cut in.

"Rennee," I started, feeling my skin blush deeper. "I know how that might sound, but your son is an amazing man."

"Tell her the story about the first time you two met," Garrett snorted while everyone looked at him. "They couldn't stand each other."

Rennee laughed, "Yes please, do tell."

I bit my lip as Dean gave my thigh a reassuring squeeze, "Jac was just getting out of a relationship and it was bad timing on both of our ends."

"Bad timing meaning Kiley was back in town that week?"

My eyes widened at Gare's words as I tilted my head in Dean's direction. He was still looking at his brother, if looks could kill? Garrett would be in trouble. Plus the mere mention of that woman's name... I hated her. I hated this hold she had on my boyfriend, their never ending history. “Was she?” I asked, raising my  eyebrow at him.

"Awkward….” Rennee said under her breath, voicing my thoughts exactly. “Gare why don’t you help me with the dishes?”

Garrett shook his head, “I have to do everything.” He pouted but then he looked back at Dean who was glaring, it was enough to make him get up and follow after his mom, leaving the two of us alone.

“Jac…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. “What does it matter? It was a long time ago.”

“You bugged me for years about that date. How I talked about my ex the whole time," I pointed out.

“Well you did!” He exclaimed seriously.

I narrowed my eyes, “Was she waiting at home for you after? Is that why you couldn’t wait to get away?”

He shook his head, “I would have just called and canceled with you if that was the case.” I widened my eyes at him. “Back then Jac!!! God! Yes, she was in town, yeah I saw her the next day, but who cares?”

“Okay," I said turning back to my wine glass and taking a sip slowly. The thing was I knew I had no reason to be jealous. It was in the past and I was awful that night, I wouldn't have blamed him if he dropped me off at home then went straight to his ex's place.

“Baby..” He grabbed my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine. “You knew about Kiley’s relationship with me, it’s not like this is news to you. And hey you went running back to your ex after that date too….”

“That’s different," I retorted, but really, was it?

He rose a brow at me, “How is that different?” Meh. I just shrugged as my mouth formed into a pout. He reached for me, pulling my body into his before kissing me, soft and sweet. “I'm just saying it doesn’t matter. You’re the one I'm with now. You’re the one I want to be with. And you’re the one who I want to start a life with. I never felt the things for Kiley that I feel for you. She was just…..convenient. You? You’re my dream girl. Seriously.”

I took in his words, smiling as I studied his handsome face. I knew he meant it... the future he wanted with me? I knew that he wanted that also. "Your dream girl, huh?" I worked my way onto his lap, straddling his hard body while not taking my eyes off his.

"Yes," He nodded and ran his eyes up and down my body. His eyes pooled with lust and I felt his gaze on my body, hot and making me get goosebumps. "We should leave..."

I let a small laugh escape me, my hand tangling in his hair and guiding his face back up to mine. I leaned my head down and kissed him, my nipples straining against the fabric of my dress as he deepened the kiss. It seemed like an eternity passed when really, it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. I broke the kiss but left my lips lingering against his, "We should."

He grasped my hips to help me stand, smoothing my dress out as he ran his hands back down to my thighs. I bit my lip and watched him, the things I felt for him crazy... it'd gone way past a crush. I was falling for him, I think I loved him. No, I knew I did. "Let's go tell me mom something came up," He grinned.

"Already?" I asked and dropped my eyes down to his crotch, sure enough, something had popped up. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into me as soon as he stood up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, "You're my dream guy."

"Yeah?" He grinned while I nodded my head.

"Yes..." I trailed off, glancing at his lips and smiling. "I, I think that -"

"Everything okay between you two?" Gare walked back out and Dean groaned.

“Do you have like an annoy Dean radar?!”

Garrett smirked, “I’ve been honing it all my life.”

“Let me guess. It’s time for you two to go home and make up?” Their mom asked, a smirk on her pretty face as she looked at us.

I felt myself blush as Dean smirked. “It was good to see you ma,” He pressed his lips against her cheek and she grinned.

“You too baby. And it was wonderful to meet the girl who finally has my boy head over heels.”

My chest tightened a little at her words, my cheeks even more flush as his mother hugged me. I smiled at her one last time then walked over to Dean, my hand fitting in perfectly as we left the house, a dozen of thoughts racing through my head... all of them leading back to how I felt about Dean. The big L word. “I love your family," I broke the silence and glanced at him.

“I hope to meet yours soon.”

I nodded, “You will.”

He pulled me into him as we got to the bike, his lips on mine, “You know your nipples are hard right now.”

I pulled my head back to nod slowly, using a soft voice to reply back, “You know your dick is hard right now?” I couldn't help but grin as he groaned.

“Why didn’t I take our car?” He mumbled, the 15 minute ride home was going to be torture for both of us. If he had his truck? It'd be a whole different story.

“Oh well.” I smirked, “I guess I’ll have to save road head for next time.”

He turned back to me and groaned again, “You little tease….”

I smirked as he shook his head, climbing onto the bike behind him. “I have 15 more minutes to tease you before we get home," I whispered, my hands wrapping around his waist and then rubbing him through his jeans. “Better hurry….”