The Debt 8 (Club Alpha)

The
Debt 8 (Club Alpha)

By Kelly Favor

© 2014 All Rights Reserved

“Did you hear me?” Jake Novak asked, as
he stood in front of Raven, his eyes shining with warmth.
 
“I said you’re amazing,
Raven
.”

She couldn’t breathe—she could
hardly stand to meet his loving gaze.

This was everything she’d ever
wanted.
 
This moment, and Jake Novak
telling her he thought she was amazing, looking at her with adoration, having
proven himself to be the trustworthy, incredible man that she’d hoped he might
be.

And yet she’d just betrayed him.
 
She’d uploaded a video of him playing
his most confessional, personal song, to YouTube, where millions upon millions
of people would have access to it.
 
She’d done that without asking Jake, because she knew he would’ve told
her no.

And now it was hitting her just how badly
she’d messed up.

“I—I need to fix something,” she
told him, getting on her cell phone and pulling up her YouTube account.
 
She’d only just put the video up, so if
she could pull it down now, almost nobody would have a chance to even watch it.

Of course, she’d also emailed it to those
bloggers…

Jake was watching her closely.
 
“What do you need to fix?”

She put her hands up to her forehead and
closed her eyes.
 
“I did something
stupid.
 
I did something really,
really bad.”

“Okay.
 
Calm down,” Jake said, lowering his
voice.
 
“I’m sure whatever it is
can’t be that bad.”

“No, you’re going to be really mad at me,
Jake.”

“Raven, you need to stop and take a
breath.”

She stopped and looked up at him, her
heart pounding fiercely in her chest.
 
“I’m scared.”
 
Her eyes were
already filling with tears, as she imagined the anger Jake would unleash on her
in a moment, when she told him the truth.

Why had she been so impulsive, so
thoughtless?
 
Did she feel the need
to sabotage everything good that happened to her?

“Just tell me what’s going on,” Jake
said.
 
“I can’t help you if you
don’t tell me what’s up.”

Raven took a deep breath and let it out,
and the air whistled past her constricted throat.
 
“I did something really, really stupid.
 
I made a big mistake.”

“Okay, I hear you loud and clear, baby.
 
Now just tell me already what you did.”

She looked up at him again.
 
“I posted a video of you playing Too Far
From Home on YouTube.”

Jake blinked.
 
“What video?”

“I took video of you playing during your
recording sessions,” she said, going to the camera application on her phone and
showing Jake the various clips.
 
“I
wanted to have memories of it, just little video clips to look back on.”

Jake’s eyes scanned what she was showing
him.
 
“And you uploaded one of those
clips to YouTube?”

She nodded.
 
“I knew you wouldn’t want me to, but I
just thought it was wrong to not even give your beautiful songs a chance.”

Jake folded his arms and sighed.
 
“Take it down.
 
Now.”

“Well, I was just about to—“

“Do it, Raven,” he growled.
 
“It can’t have been up long.
 
If you pull the video now, only a
handful of people will have even seen it.
 
You obviously didn’t use my account, so how many people even know the
thing exists?”

“I didn’t just upload it to YouTube.
 
I also sent the video to a bunch of
bloggers and media personalities,” she admitted.
 
“I knew it wouldn’t get noticed for a
long time otherwise.”

Jake stared at her blankly.
 
“You sent that video out wide?
 
Without even mentioning it to me?”

She started to cry then, her shoulders
shaking, her eyes welling up.
 
The
look of total hatred on his face was tearing her apart inside.
 
“I’m…I’m so…I don’t know why I did it.
 
I wanted to help.
 
I think your song’s beautiful and I
wanted people to see you play it.”
 
Most of her words were unintelligible
through her tears and sobs.

But then, shockingly, Jake’s arms were
around her and he was kissing her cheek.
 
“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered into her ear.
 
“Don’t cry, babe.”

“You hate me,” she wailed.

“I do not hate you,” he laughed.
 
“I might need to revoke your phone
privileges, though.”

Raven couldn’t laugh with him.
 
“Here.”
 
She tried to give him her cell.
 
“Take it, Jake.
 
I’m serious—I can’t be trusted.”

Jake held up his hands.
 
“I’m not taking your phone, Raven.”

“But you just said—“

“I was making a joke,” he told her
softly.
 
“I don’t really plan on
taking your phone away from you or micromanaging everything you do.”

Raven wiped at her eyes, staring up at
Jake with wonder.
 
“But I thought
you’d be so angry with me.
 
I mean
,
you wanted to put all those songs away, close the book on
your music career.
 
And then I went
and just put that video online without even mentioning it to you.”

Jake just chuckled.
 
“You’re kind of nuts, that’s true.
 
But I love that about you.”

“So you’re not mad?”

He shook his head.
 
“Not even a little bit.”

Raven couldn’t believe it.
 
She was stunned and overwhelmed with
love for Jake.
 
More than that,
she’d gained a tremendous amount of respect for his ability to forgive, to
understand, to be compassionate.

“I want to make it up to you,” she told
him, sniffling.

“You don’t have to make it up to me,” he
said.
 
“It’s fine.
 
Whatever people think about that song or
whatever they say about it, why should I care?
 
My career is over and I’m okay with it.”

“Still…” she said, eyeing him with
steadily growing lust.
 
She’d never
felt such devotion and attraction to another person.
 

Jake was standing in front of her in long
shorts and a tight t-shirt that showed off almost every definition of his sculpted
chest, shoulders and stomach.
 
Standing in front of her, he looked sexier than he’d ever
looked—including on screen.
 
The quizzical half-smile on his face only added to her desire.

“We should be celebrating together,” Jake
said.
 
“Not crying over YouTube.”

“I’m not crying anymore.”

“Good.
 
So let’s move on.
 
You hungry?”

She nodded her head, staring at his
crotch.
 
“I’m hungry and I want to
put something in my mouth,” she said pursing her lips.

Jake caught on to her mood and the grin
faded, and it was replaced by his own hunger, as his eyes focused onto
her.
 
“I can arrange something if
you’re in an all-you-can-eat sort of mood.”

“I am,” she admitted, sliding onto her
knees in front of him.
 

“Pull down my fucking shorts,” he
commanded her.

She did so, sliding them down over his
muscular, thick thighs and letting them drop to his ankles.
 
Beneath his shorts he was nude, his
pulsating cock was released now, and it throbbed in front of her, completely
hard and engorged.

“It looks so good,” she whispered, and
she meant it.
 
His dick was big, and
getting bigger, if such a thing was even possible.
 
The shaft was thick and the head was
bulging towards her.
 
Raven wanted
to slide it into her mouth and hear Jake moan with pleasure.

“Wait,” Jake told her, stopping her from
sucking on it.
 
He grabbed her hand
and placed it around his shaft.
 
“I
want you to stroke it,” he said, his jaw tensing, his eyelids heavy with
excitement.

Raven did as she was told, gently taking
him in her hand.
 
He was warm, his
skin hot to her touch, and a she slowly slid her hand up and down the length of
his shaft,
he
thrust himself toward her.
 

“I want it in my mouth,” she pouted.
 
His cock was so close to her face and
she really did want to suck it.
 
She
loved having him inside her
mouth,
so intimate,
knowing she was driving him crazy with desire.

“You’ll put it in your mouth when I tell
you it’s time,” he said.
 
He was
already enjoying her ministrations, and she began stroking him faster.

“Jake, you’re so big,” she smiled.

“Spit on my cock,” he told her.

She looked up at him uncertainly.
 
“Spit on it?”

“Yes.”
 
He stared down at her, and his tone
wasn’t playful.

Raven did as she was told, getting closer
to his erect penis, spitting onto it.
 
Her saliva hung off the edge of his hard-on, dripping down to his
balls.
 
“Now what?”

“Keep doing what you were doing,” he
replied huskily.

Raven started stroking again and
instantly understood why he’d wanted her to spit on him.
 
It was making her hand slide over him so
much more easily now.
 
Of course,
the same thing would’ve happened if he’d just let her start giving him a
blowjob.

As her hand cupped his massive erection,
Raven’s own juices were starting to flow, making her wet between her legs.
 
She was imagining Jake throwing her
down, pulling off her clothes and fucking her on the floor.
 
She was so ready that even as big as
Jake was, he’d slide right into her like a hand fitting into a cozy glove.

But that was all just fantasy, because
right now, she was still stroking him, faster and faster.
 

“Stop,” he said.

“What?” she took her hand away as if
she’d just touched a hot stove.

“I want you to get undressed,” he said,
taking a step back.

“You want me to—“

“Take your clothes off,” he growled.
 
“Right now.
 
No more
questions,
just do as I say.”

Raven didn’t hesitate.
 
She trusted him utterly.
 
So she quickly disrobed, pulling off her
shirt, then the rest of her clothes, leaving them in a scattered heap on the
floor.
 

She stood in front of Jake, completely
nude.
 
“What should I do now?”

“I said, no more questions,” Jake
replied.
 
His eyes scanned her body
up and down.
 
“Get on the couch.”

Raven glanced furtively at him, trying to
register what he was thinking from his facial expression.
 
Was he mad at her for putting his music
online?
 
Deep down, did he want to
punish her for it?

Is that what this was all about?

She didn’t know and she couldn’t hesitate
much longer.
 
Instead, she did as
Jake commanded, sliding onto the couch in a sitting position, all too aware of
how naked she was and how Jake was watching her every movement.

“Don’t sit.
 
I want you to lie down on your back with
your legs spread open.”

She swallowed, her heart pounding in her
chest.
 
“Okay.”

“Then do it.”

She did it.
 
Lying back so that her head was
supported by one of the throw pillows, she opened her legs.
 
The sun streaming through the window was
capturing everything, showing every freckle, every scar,
every
flaw.
 
This wasn’t exactly the most
flattering lighting she could imagine for such a spectacle.

But this was what Jake wanted her to
do.
 
She owed it to him to honor his
request, even though it made her uneasy and self-conscious.
 
She didn’t think her body and skin was
nearly perfect enough to look good in this circumstance.