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She'd managed to send John a huge "Fuck You" by taking his ranch and Esther couldn't have been more proud. She sent his little Gucci clad ass running for the hills to lick his wounds and the thought brought a grin (nervous: retaliation? Probable) to her lips.
One particular night had her wandering into the depths of the ranch to find vast amounts of storage tucked away. Further inspection yielded her a manifest as well as a guide on how to navigate the various sections.
Esther made herself a perch on a crate and flipped through the booklet. John had been storing way more than he let on. Probably more contraband than Joseph would allow even a Herald.
One such section contained something suspiciously named 'Clothing: Miscellaneous.'. John was so anal about everything else, why would he have a random box full of 'seemingly' extra items? Everything else, from hats to socks, were labeled and had their own container.
She hopped off the crate to go be nosey.
The guide was far more helpful than she originally thought and had to give props to John for it. She had to give him even more when she found the trunk inconspicuously tucked away between a few other containers.
Esther felt like a pirate and the thought made her laugh to herself. She laughed even harder imagining how to open the trunk, whether like a human or to punch it open like Kratos. She settled for picking the lock and pushing it open, letting the heavy top fall back onto the crate behind it.
Inside were lengths of fabric, more than likely expensive as fuck. She'd leave them for now and probably go back to it later to make something nice.
Esther had to settle on the stone floor to save her knees.
Her breath caught in her throat as her fingers brushed against soft lace. She'd know the feeling of it anywhere. She pulled the rest of the fabric away and found the Holy Grail. The Arc of the Covenant.
She was 98% sure John raided the lingerie section of every single store known to man and she was glad the boy had money because holy fuck did she deserve some new shit after going without for so long. Hope County was drier than the Sonoran Desert when it came to the finer things in life. Plus, she was pretty sure Jacob would like the delicateness of the lace once he got over the 'kicking his brother out of his home' bit.
Esther's upper body might as well have been in the trunk with how far she had to dig through the copious amounts of lace and leather that were actually in there. And she doubted that as shallow as John was, he'd discriminate with sizes.
She was right and pulled lacey bralettes, panties, and even a garter belt and stockings in her size. John was into some interesting stuff considering the mix of men's and women's tags.
Esther shut and locked the trunk, marked it on the manifest for later excursions, and took her small horde up to her new room.
She spread everything over the silk sheets of John's bed and plucked her radio from her belt. Special channel for Jacob's special ass.
"Your brother has some interesting tastes and, let me tell ya, a nice ass mattress."
She didn't have to wait long before Jacob's response.
"You're one to talk."
He sounded exasperated. She could practically hear John's fuming and clenched asshole in the background.
"Give me back my home!"
John was right pissed and he deserved every bit of it.
"Thanks for the ling-gerie, Johnny!"
There was an indignant squawk on the other end of the line before Jacob was back on and speaking so low that she had to cradle the radio closer just to hear.
"You're a menace, you know that? They think I'm going soft because I haven't broken you yet and we can't have that, now can we?"
Esther shivered with anticipation, his voice was low and dangerous. Just how she liked it.
"Promises, promises."
He practically snarled into the receiver, someone else yelping and scurrying away on his end until it was just him.
"Get to the cabin, Kitten."
She was already half naked and cutting the shower on.
"And wear something nice."
She smiled and looked back to the bed.
"Yessir."
Her shower was quick and practical, but she took her time moisturizing her skin with John's expensive lotions and somehow found an unopened tube of mascara. She padded over to the bed to examine her options. Esther picked the dusky pink bralette with matching lace panties but had to run back down to the trunk to find stockings that vaguely matched. After almost tearing the stockings at her thighs, she was able to clip the garter to the tops and look herself over.
She threw on some cargos and the shirt Jacob gave her when he'd helped her flee John's bunker and shoved her feet into some boots before taking off down the steps into the kitchen.
The lace and nylon felt godly on her skin and made her grin and shiver in anticipation.
She found wine and shoved that under her arm and kept moving. There was barely anyone inside the ranch, everyone enjoying the twilight with little fires and BBQs.
Esther waved at those that spotted her and hopped into her truck to speed off towards the cabin.
Somehow, she always managed to beat Jacob there and had an inkling that he was using the cameras around his territory to see when she crossed into it to get moving.
By the time he showed up, she was lounging on her bed in the lingerie and on her second glass of wine. She could hear his bare feet quickly carry him to her room and stop in the doorway.
Esther turned with a saucy smile, "Hey there, Handsome."
Jacob pinched the bridge of his nose and frowned before stomping over to her and throwing a blanket over her body.
"Jacob, what gives?!"
He was acting cagey and was the exact opposite of how she needed him to be.
"John followed."
She visibly bristled and made to get up and do something John would more than likely regret.
"Stop."
Jacob pressed her back to the bed with a hand on her chest and Esther fell back in a huff, looking up at him with wide eyes.
He let himself get distracted by the contrast of the lace on her dark skin and traced the patterns over her breast.
Esther licked her lips and arched her back to press further up into his palm.
His rough hands on her skin was addicting as they slowly descended to play with the ribbons keeping the stockings up.
Jacob sucked his teeth, a habit he picked up from her.
"John has the worst timing,"
Esther, not giving a shit whether John had timing or not, pulled Jacob down to her so she could lick into his mouth properly.
It was getting good, Jacob's fingers teasing at her through her panties when the distinct sound of the screen door hitting the wall had both of them startling apart.
"Where is she?!"
Esther gave up trying to coax Jacob back down with kisses and groaned.
"If you get rid of him, I'll suck your dick under your desk."
He looked back at her and smirked (smirked!).
"You don't seem too bothered by that. Sweeten up the deal for me, Kitten."
He played with the nylon at her ankle.
"I'll call you," She grimaced. "Daddy. Once!"
He grinned, his eyes crinkling up around the corners. She wanted to kiss him again but kept her hands to herself.
"Deal."
Jacob ambled to his feet and met John in the hallway, shutting the door behind him.
The younger Seed stopped short and his stormy expression gave way to something far more amused than it should be.
"Oh, don't tell me she's gotten you this exposed, Jacob. All," He glanced down at his bare feet. "vulnerable."
Jacob rolled his eyes, "Go away." As irritating as it was, he'd somehow built up a tolerance to his brother's teasing and general bullshit.
"I'll do no such thing!" John's eyes were narrowed.
"I want my fucking ranch back! You hear that you little slut!" John raised his voice in the direction of the bedroom.
Jacob couldn't even reprimand John before the bedroom door flew open and Esther was charging at him with a 'Say that to my face, motherfucker!'.
Jacob caught her around the waist as soon as she planted her foot in John's chest and pulled her back before she could do any real damage bar sending the other man to his knees.
"You'll regret that. I'll carve every sin in you until you're hollow." John snarled.
Jacob was still holding Esther close to his side, her legs slightly bent and clear off the ground.
"Try me, bitch."
Both watched John's attention shift and his brain short-circuit as he stared at her legs far longer than what would constitute as spacing out or an accident. Especially for an environment so violently charged.
Esther leaned closer to Jacob with a 'psst'. She knew she had his attention by the tip of his head in her direction.
She cupped her hand around her mouth to stage whisper, "I think your brother sucks toes."
Jacob almost dropped her but held fast despite the urge to drop his head into his hands and wheeze.
"I do not!"
"Mmmm, I think you do."
Turned out John blushed from his hairline down past the open buttons of his shirt. As cliche as it was, a fleeting thought had her wondering how far the blush went.
John made to protest again, but Esther interrupted him.
"I don't like you,"
He looked startled but barked out a laugh.
"I don't like you either, Starstuff."
Esther nodded, "Good."
She stretched her legs out and wrapped her arm around Jacob's shoulders for balance as he let her down.
Once down, she stood between the brothers with her hands on her hips. Both found her very distracting.
"With that settled," She rested a foot against his chest, lightly this time.
"I doubt Jacob is down with sharing and we both know he doesn't play well with others, so you'll have to just keep this in your little spank bank, Johnny boy."
She put enough pressure on his chest for him to sit back on his haunches before sauntering back into the bedroom.
Both watched her go, hips swinging.
"Fuck."
Jacob looked down at his brother still on the floor and grinned.
"Yeah, can't have her though."
John narrowed his eyes at that and matched Jacob's grin.
"We'll see."