Jesse’s Story by Rosa Mink
Chapter 1
Jesse
The sound of a struggle hits my ears as I head over towards the park to find Julie and Serena. I don’t like them being out late when they’re at events like today. There are too many assholes that try to cause problems. Idiots like Serena’s fucking biological mother that say disgusting shit that means nothing.
So my sister’s gay. She’s still my sister. The one that I love. That I grew up with. That cried when their baby was born. The same as my sister Jackie who isn’t gay.
I love my sister and her wife. Five years ago, I offered to be their sperm donor after they told us they were thinking of having one. Serena was the one that was going to carry it, but I figured that Julie would like a bit of her in their baby as well. It’s not like I had a girl to argue it and while Serenity might technically be mine biologically, she’s theirs.
I’m good with being her godfather. Hell, I’m godfather to basically all of Jackie’s kids so it’s nothing new. Although there is just a little bit more of a pull towards Andra, Jackie and Ethan’s oldest, and then Serenity. Andra’s middle name is Jessie after me, which at fifteen, almost sixteen, when she was born was pretty fucking cool.
My family is my life. I’d do anything to protect them, make them happy. So, who the person any of them love is doesn’t mean shit to me. Yeah, I’m six-foot-five, two-hundred and fifty pounds of muscles, but if any of my brothers came out as gay, I’d love them the fucking same.
Since Julie introduced all of us to Serena almost eleven years ago, admitting she was gay, I’ve seen a lot of fucked up shit in relation to it. Guys on the crews that before would look her in the eyes, respected her gave her shit. Not that she let that crap fly. Oh no, she could handle unwanted dick pics being sent to her, but talk bad about her wife and hell, you see more of our dad in Julie than even in me.
It was always Jackie that teased me about being mini-dad but it’s true. I respect the hell out of him, seen how he treats our mom, and I would never disrespect a woman, any woman, just because she doesn’t like dicks.
Shit, I’ve even tried to be as respectful as possible to the women that hit on me. That have tried to rub on me, convince me to take them to bed. There’s only been one time in my entire life that I can say I wasn’t respectful, but that bitch didn’t deserve it.
Just remembering that day puts me in a pissy mood, and it grows when I see two assholes with their hands on some little girl. She’s screaming but one has a hand on her mouth. Making it muffled, not drawing any other attention with the music coming from the park a couple blocks away from us.
“Get the fuck off her,” I shout, shocking the two as I stalk towards them faster than I normally go. Being a big guy, height and muscles, makes me intimidating as hell already. Add in the scowl on my face, and my quick movements, the two run for it. My fists want to head after them, take them down for touching someone smaller, weaker than them, but the muffled cry from the girl stops me dead.
I move slower as I close the last bit of space between us and crouch down, not wanting her scared of me as well. “It’s okay sweetheart, you’re safe now.”
Her head pops up, bright blue eyes hitting mine and my body responds in ways it never has. She’s not as young as I thought with as little as she is. Likely nineteen to twenty at the most, but definitely not a little girl. The trembling of her shoulders draws my attention to the rest of her, seeing the ripped shirt that’s barely keeping her nipples covered. The pride banner on it sends me straight into hell.
My jaw tightens with dismay and irritation with myself for thinking for even a second with my body instead of my eyes. The last thing she’d need even if she weren’t gay was to have some huge lug hitting on her with what those two asses were trying to do.
I finish looking her over to see how injured she might be, and the scrapes on her knees seems to be about it. I hold out my hand to her, then pull her into my chest when she takes it, a shudder running through her.
“I promise, you’re safe now,” I tell her when I quickly stand with her in my arms. “I won’t hurt you, sweetheart. Let me get you somewhere safe and we’ll get you cleaned up. We can call the police and report it there.”
My stupid body reacts again when she buries her face against my chest, her hand holding onto my shirt. She’s tiny curled up against me like this and it’s pure hell every step back to the office.
She fits against me like she was made for me. I want to hold onto her and never let her go. Shit, I could carry her around like this all day, every day with one arm and not feel the strain. But I won’t be able to do that and the knowledge of it actually makes me fucking hurt.
I move into Julie’s office after getting off the elevator and sit her down onto my sister’s desk. My hands hold her steady when I step back, seeing her lean a bit. The tears that’d been falling are now gone thank god, and her eyes dart around the space in a bit of fright.
“Where are we?” she asks not doing anything to cover herself and I grimace as it hits me straight in the balls.
Thankfully, she doesn’t notice it and I move to the closet where I know Julie keeps extra clothes. We’re joint CEOs for our family construction company. I handle the business stuff and she handles the projects, which means she’s both in the office and on work sites constantly.
If something comes up that needs her, she’ll change here before heading over to one of the sites. Apparently, Serena was tired of her good work clothes being ruined or ripped because Julie wasn’t paying attention to where she was standing.
I think it’s more that one of the spots where we were building was right next to a gay bar and they were treated to the sight of my sister’s thankfully bra covered chest. Julie snagged her top on the scaffolding when she was heading out one night.
Serena’s just as possessive over Julie as Julie is over her. She's cuter when she's huffing over it than Julie is in my opinion. Probably in Julie's as well because she can't keep her hands off her wife.
Then again, neither can Dad or Ethan. Jennie and Troy aren't around as much as the others, but they're pretty bad about it too.
“This is my sister’s office,” I tell the girl, turning back her way with a lightweight sweatshirt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Julie wear it, so she won’t miss it. Not that she’d complain about me giving or loaning it to this girl. She’d likely give her a lot more than just her sweatshirt if she were here. “We work together but I knew she had extra clothes and a first aid kit in here.”
“What’s this for?” she asks, holding onto the shirt and I motion to hers while doing my best to keep my eyes on her face. It dips and a bright pink settles into her cheeks before she quickly pulls it on, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It’s okay, I’m nothing like those assholes. My name’s Jesse, you can trust me,” I assure her, lifting the length of her beautiful blonde ponytail out from the back of the top, before sitting down in Julie’s chair and open the bottom desk drawer. The little kit is right on top, and I open it, taking out some wipes to clean her knees.
“Julie keeps this in here for her little girl. She’s four and always getting cuts and scrapes. Julie’s a huge momma bear and bandages every single one of them. Serenity loves all things glittery and girly, so that’s what we’ve got,” I add holding up the boxes of bandages. “So, puppies or unicorns?”
A grin settles onto the girl’s lips, and it hits me right in chest. Fuck, she’s beautiful and if she weren’t gay, I’d be claiming her as mine right now.
“Unicorns I guess,” she answers with a glance at her knees, making her smile fall. “I’m Maddison but everyone calls me Maddie.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask as I gently clean her bloody knees, thankful the scrapes aren’t as bad as I thought.
“I…it was…I don’t…” Her face colors, tears hitting her eyes again, and I stop my cleaning, lifting her chin so I can see her. She pulls back at the touch, and I breathe deeply, trying to not be offended by it.
“I know you don’t know me, Maddie, but I promise you’re safe with me. I’m nothing like those two assholes. I don’t put my hands on girls or think they need to be shown anything to turn them back,” I add, making her eyes widen in surprise. “I was headed over to the park to meet up with my sister Julie and her wife Serena. There’s nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about, you should be able to celebrate who you are without being scared something like this might happen.”
“Her wife?” Maddie says, those beautiful eyes still wide and I nod towards the photo next to her with a smile. “Oh…is that her daughter?”
“Yeah, that’s Serenity. Julie wanted her named after Serena and picked it out,” I tell her as I finish cleaning her knees. “Serena thought it was crazy, but she gave in because she’s even crazier in love with Julie. Serenity’s my goddaughter. I try to meet up with them at events to make sure no one upsets them. It’s been worse since Serena’s mom upset her a couple years ago. She threw Serena out when she was fifteen because she refused not to be gay.”
“You love her just as much as your sister Julie,” Maddie states, stopping me as I’m about to put the last bandage onto her knee.
“She’s my sister too. No one should feel bad for loving who they love. I do my best to make sure everyone knows that but especially when it comes to my family.” With the bandages on her knees, she looks even more fucking adorable, and I want to hold her in my arms again. “Let me call the police so you can report this. Those little fuckers shouldn’t get away with trying to pull some stupid shit like this. It’s more than just sexual assault, it’s a hate…”
“I’m not…” Maddie states and I lift my hand to rest on her back stopping her words.
“Maddie, you don’t have to hide anything with me. If there’s anywhere that’s safe for you, it’s with me.”
“I’m not…” Maddie lifts her hand onto my mouth when I start to open it, slamming me with lust that is so wrong. “I’m not gay, not a lesbian. I’m not even bisexual.”
My brow lifts as she ticks them off with a half grin at me.
“My sister Kayla is. She came out to me when she was fourteen and I’ve taken her to those events ever since to support her. Our parents are shit. She told them last year and they just ignore it. Any time she tries to say something about it, they change the subject,” she adds, her hand still on my mouth and it’s now salivating. I want to open it and taste her, all of her. “They won’t let her be who she wants to be so I’ve been saving up to get us somewhere new to live because I completely agree, she should be able to love who she wants to love. If that’s a girl then I’m all for it for her. I, however, do like guys. Just not disgusting perverts.”
Her hand doesn’t drop when she’s finished and I lift my brow at her again, putting a new hint of pink into her cheeks. She jerks it down and I miss having her skin on mine. She’s the first girl I’ve let freely touch me other than my sisters in years and I want her touch on me all the time now.
“What happened? Do you know them or did they just…?”
“Never saw them before, but yeah, they were saying things about a girl should want a dick not a pussy,” she says and hearing the words from her lips is not good for my control with as badly as I want her. “I know I should report it, but I really need to get back to find Kayla. We got separated and I was looking for her when they started following me. I left the park on the far side; thought I’d circle around and go back in on the other when they grabbed me and drug me into the alley.”
“What’s your sister’s number?” I ask ready to text security to have them track it to find her. Maddie’s face tightens and I rub her thighs, loving and hating the shorts she’s wearing all at once. Her skin is silky smooth letting me feel up her thighs until those offending shorts stop me.
“She doesn’t have her phone on her. Our dad’s a drunk and he broke it a couple nights ago when she got a text from a girl she’d been flirting with. We’d agreed that it was better for us to continue saving up for a place of our own and then get her a new phone.”
“Okay, text me her picture and I’ll send it to my sisters. They’ll keep an eye out for her until we can get there and find her,” I state, getting the photo and Maddie’s number with ease. I shoot it off to Julie and Serena, then sent it to security to locate Kayla.
There’d be a new phone for both of them and a new place to stay tonight. I wasn’t leaving either of them with parents that sound like total shit.
No, my girl was going to be somewhere safe where she was taken care of—by me.
