(Babes its gonna be a little hot in here 🤗.)

Reader's pov

I love spending time Lester. Even just sitting on the tailgate of his truck and eating (Favorite type of sandwich) sandwiches. But I can't shake this strange feeling. As Lester talks about decomposition rates I glance around. Why do I feel like we're being watched? "Hey (y/n)? "Hm?" I hum taking a bite of my sandwich. "Why'd you ask me out today?" Lester asks softly, not making eye contact with me. A warm smile graced my face as I thought about his question. "Because I wanted to." Was all I had to say in response. "Really?" Lester asks in slight disbelief. Looking over at him I chuckle. "Hell yeah. You work almost every day. Whatever time I can spend with you just hanging out I'll take." Lester's face changed with my answer. It seemed to lighten and his breathing became slightly staggered. "Hey, (y/n)?" He asks again and I smile setting my sandwich back into the basket. "Yes Leste-?"

Callised hands cupped my face as soft lips made contact with my own. Lester kissed quick but with passion before letting go of my face. Pulling back I could tell he was waiting for a response. He didn't pull back far so I just leaned in and kissed him. You can definitely tell he hasn't kissed many women in his life. But like in a good way. That slight hesitation before he places one hand on my cheek and the other on the back of my neck. This little dude has moves. Then, to my pleasant surprise, he lifted me. Sitting me on his lap. "I'll squish yo-." I started while the kiss was broken but was cut off again. Lester, to shut me up, kissed my neck. "I've been wantin to do this." Damn his scruff feels nice on my skin. Subconsciously I started grinding my hips as Lester kissed down my neck. A whimper slipped from his mouth as his hands gripped my hips. Bitting my lip I smile like a dork. I always loved hearing men whimper and groan. And when I could feel Lester matching the motion of my hips, let's just say my heart beat ain't just in my chest right now.

"F-fuck~." Lester stutters holding back a moan. Damn I really am a switch bitch. Little by little I grind my hips more and more. "(Y/n)~." His whimpering was almost getting me drunk. "Wanna kiss me?" I smirk as he pills away from my neck. "Please, yes please." Lester was nodding and catching his breath. Well this is going rather quickly. "Good boy." I smile and cup his face. Watching a man melt in my hands is a beautiful sight. I kiss his lips softly and almost immediately Lester is trying to deepen the kiss. Pulling back I raise and eyebrow and smirk. "So needy already. I ain't even done nothin." Lester can only look up at me with pleading eyes. "Pl' please, kiss me. I'll be good." Submissiveness is so damn sexy on him. Aa I go to kiss him again that feeling of being watched creeps back up on me. It's like when you piss someone off and their eyes are burnin holes in the back of your head. Before I could give it more thought I felt Lester's hands move from my hips to the strings of my top. His slightly rough hands slowly pulled the strings undoing the knots. Instinctively I covered my chest with my hands. "Keep holding my face." Lester tells me as his hands reach my now crossed arms. "Please. I wanna see you. I wanna make you feel like you deserve." Lester begs. Blushing I start to move my arms.

I swear everytime I've shown someone my chest they get happier than me on day after Halloween candy sale day. Lester's eyes were so wide you could mistake them for saucers. "So what do you wanna do now?" I chuckle softly. Without saying anything Lester looks up at me with pleading eyes again. "Hm?" I tilt my head to the side and smile. Oh hold up! I just realized how fucking hard Lester's getting! It's really the scrawny little dudes, hu? As Lester's hands moved my chest that feeling of being watched happened again. What the hell? Turning my head I hear something that made mine and Lester's blood run cold.

~~~~~~

3rd person pov

(I recommend listening to El tango de Roxanne now)

"Time to go!" Bo's voiced echoed as he stormed up and yanked (y/n) off of Lester's lap. "Ah!" (Y/n) screamed as they was swung over the irritated man's shoulder. "And as for you. You better find a reason to stay out the house." Bo glared down to his brother. Lester was frozen with fear. When Bo noticed Lester's eyes dart to (y/n) he grew visibly more pissed. "You don't even look at them. You hear me." He leaned down, venom filling his voice. (Y/n) started kicking and struggling. "Bo! Put me down!" They writhed and wriggled as best they could to escape but to no avail. Silently Bo walked off back to the truck and threw (y/n) in. "We'll talk about this when we get home." Bo stated before slamming (y/n)'s door. "Bo! Bo! Let me out!" The young woman panicked. Hitting the windows as their jealous lover couldn't bring himself to look into their eyes. The pain he held in his heart was to intense for him to speak with them now. "Please." (Y/n) sighed as a tear fell down their cheek.

~~~

The door burst open with ,a now clothed, (y/n) and Bo's yelling soon following. "I don't want to talk to you!" "Don't you walk away from me! You were all over him!" The two voices echoed through the empty house. Hearing the arguing over head Vincent crept up from the basement. "And you were watching from the fucking bushes like a perv!" (Y/n) shouted. The sound of their heels stomping to the stairs were soon followed by Bo's own heavy steps. "(Y/n)! Don't walk away from me!" Bo called out. Vincent knowing that this would a problem best solved by (y/n) quietly snuck their way back into the basement.

~~~

Reader's pov

Running to my room I go to open the door but am stopped by two arms slamming next to my head. "You're killing me (y/n)!" Tears rolled from my cheeks. The fear, sadness, jealousy, and anger could all be heard in Bo's voice. By being with someone else I loved I had hurt Bo. "I don't know what you want from me Bo. I just can't talk to you right now." I pushed my door open and shut it before he could stop me. Blocking the door with dresser I slid down onto the floor. What am I supposed to do? Bo is currently banging on my bedroom door yelling for me to come out. Lester is still out and will most likely suffer from Bo's anger and jealousy. And poor Vincent is probably listening to all this happen. "(Y/n), please." Bo's voice turns shaky. "I saw his eyes look over your face, his hand on your hand, his lips on your skin. I couldn't stand it!" A loud thud came from the other side of my door causing me to flinch. "Please believe me when I say, I love you."