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Author’s Note:

When It Rains is the story of Jocelyn Miller and her fucked-up family. After her sister’s disastrous wedding, Jocelyn finds solace in the arms of the one person she shouldn’t.

This is the third and final part of the story. It contains an older man/younger woman relationship, family drama, twists, turns, secrets, and surprises. Driven mainly by plot, there are erotic scenes throughout, however they do take some time to get to. I hope you enjoy the story!

**

THEN

**

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You don’t actually believe that, do you?”

Lawrence grinned and shrugged. “Look, I’m just saying, there are plenty of eyewitness accounts…”

Isaac rolled his eyes. “Yeah, and they can all be explained. Even in the sixties, they said it was probably just a sandhill crane.”

“You say that, man, but I fuckin’ can’t—uh, I mean, freakin’ can’t, sorry Mr. Miller—believe that someone would mistake a bird for a man with wings. And sandhill cranes aren’t even native to Virginia.”

“I mean, if it wandered out of its migration route, it could easily…” Isaac trailed off and shook his head. “Why am I debating this with you? How in the… how do you even know all this, man?”

“I’m telling you, Isaac. Sometimes, you just have to believe.”

“In the Mothman.”

“He’s real, dude.”

“Anyway,” Mom said, seemingly confused. “I take it you two have seen The Mothman Prophecies, so let’s take that off the list and pick a different movie.”

“Clearly,” Dad said, unimpressed.

“I’m not into horror anyway,” Chelsea said, settling into the middle seat on the couch beside Isaac. He put an arm around her shoulder instinctively as she nestled into him, a bowl of popcorn on her lap.

“Me neither,” I said. “What about something funny?”

“Oh, what about Airplane!?” Lawrence said.

“What’s Airplane!?” Chelsea asked.

Isaac and Lawrence groaned in unison. Even Dad raised his eyebrows.

“It’s got Leslie Nielsen in it,” I said. “It’s like a parody movie. You used to like Monty Python, right? You’ll probably like this.”

“Hmm,” Chelsea said.

“She’s right,” Isaac said, nudging her. “You’d like it. Let’s watch that.”

“Shove over a bit,” Lawrence said to me. “I’ll sit in the middle, you can have the armrest.”

Airplane! was the only saving grace in an otherwise-disastrous evening featuring Lawrence’s fourth attempt at trying to fake-seduce Chelsea. I had no idea what he thought would happen by sitting next to her on the couch during the movie; Isaac was on the other side of her, and my parents were in the room. What he thought he would accomplish, I couldn’t even begin to guess.

Movie night was Mom’s brainchild.

“Well, the bridal shower is Sunday so we can’t really do family dinner,” she explained the previous weekend. “So what about if everyone comes over for dinner on Saturday instead, and we can have a family movie night!”

“That’s a great idea, Mrs. Miller,” Lawrence said.

“Yeah,” Isaac agreed. “I’m down for that.”

“It’s a plan, then,” Mom said, beaming first at Chelsea and then at me.

I tried to smile back, but spending my Saturday night watching a movie with my family and Lawrence wasn’t even a runner up on my list of top 100 things that would be considered an okay time.

Despite that, I did enjoy the movie. I always did, every time I watched it. I didn’t enjoy watching Lawrence lean over and whisper things to Chelsea, even though it wasn’t like he was my actual boyfriend. It just picked at those old wounds: Chelsea, the hotter sister, giggling at the boys trying to compete for her attention while I sat squashed against the armrest.

I had to hand it to Lawrence: he did seem to be making some headway with Chelsea. At one point in the movie, he muttered something in her ear, and she snorted and slapped his thigh.

“You’re terrible,” she whispered.

“What’d he say?” Isaac asked, grinning.

Chelsea shook her head and Lawrence laughed.

“C’mon, tell me?” Isaac pleaded.

“It’s nothing,” Chelsea said. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Hmm,” Isaac said, his grin fading a bit.

“Ah, don’t worry.” Lawrence sat back a bit and threw his arm over my shoulder. “I’ll tell you later, Joss.”

“Looking forward to it,” I said, trying to sound less annoyed than I felt and failing miserably.

Chelsea glanced at me from where she sat, an eyebrow just barely arched. I smiled, or at least tried to smile, at her. It did no good: she knew I was annoyed. Unless I was imagining things, there was a small glint in her eye when she figured that out.

I reminded myself Lawrence wasn’t really my boyfriend, that we were there for a reason, before taking a breath and elbowing him lightly in the ribs. He turned his head, brows furrowed.

“Wha—”

I kissed him, forcing myself to linger for just a second longer than I wanted to, even though I wanted to linger for exactly zero seconds. When I pulled back, Lawrence had a mischievous smirk on his face.

“What was that for?”

“You know exactly what it was for,” I grumbled, then xnxx turned back to the TV.

He kept his arm around my shoulder for the rest of the movie, even when Chelsea leaned towards him to make another joke. He chuckled softly and muttered something back, but didn’t move away from me. It was the right decision. She looked mildly annoyed, and I knew we had finally struck a nerve.

The problem was Isaac. He finally seemed to realize that Lawrence wasn’t just being his usual charming self, and a troubled look clouded his face for the rest of the movie. My stomach rolled and curled, and by the time the movie ended, I felt truly sick.

“That was great!” Chelsea exclaimed when the credits started to roll.

“Yeah,” Isaac said lightly. “Hey, Lawrence, I was just thinking, Chelsea and I were wondering the other day if you were coming to our wedding?”

I pressed my lips together and Lawrence chuckled casually.

“Well, uh, not sure I’d been invited, dude.”

“Oh,” Isaac said, sounding surprised. “Sorry, I just assumed since you and Joss have been dating for a while now…”

“I, um, forgot,” I said quietly. “I didn’t think of asking.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to put any pressure on… we just need to, you know, finalize numbers. For the caterer,” he explained lamely.

“Well, hey, no pressure.” Lawrence smiled and jostled me a bit. “You want me to come, I’ll come, and if not, no hard feelings.”

“Yeah,” I said. “No, yeah, you should… you should come. If you want to.”

Chelsea grinned and clapped her hands together.

“That’s perfect,” she said. “The pictures will look a lot better if Jocelyn has a date.”

All I could do was hope there wouldn’t be a wedding for him to attend. When we were driving home, Lawrence called me out on it.

“You probably should’ve invited me earlier. That was super uncomfortable.”

“You were uncomfortable?” I shot back. “Jesus, I was half-sure you were just gonna mount Chelsea right there in front of everyone. Could have tried to be a little more subtle.”

“Subtle? There’s a month until the wedding and until tonight, there was no progress. None. ‘Subtle’ is out the window, Joss.”

“All you’re going to do is hurt Isaac,” I said. “Did you not see the look he was giving you?”

“Did you not see the look Chelsea was giving you?” he replied. “She’s finally starting to fall for it. I did a damn good job tonight.”

“This is crazy,” I muttered. “This is absolutely insane.”

“It’s your family, not mine.”

“No, I mean… whatever,” I grumbled.

We didn’t speak until we were nearly at my apartment.

“Why does she hate you so much?” Lawrence said suddenly.

“Excuse me?”

“Chelsea. Like, she’s got zero interest in me as a person. I’m not an idiot, I can tell. But now that she knows it pisses you off, she’s all over me. What in the hell kind of thing happened for you two to be—”

“That is none of your business,” I said sharply.

“I mean, it kind of is,” Lawrence said. “Seeing as I’m the one trying to seduce her and all.”

“You’re not supposed to be seducing her,” I sighed. “You’re supposed to be getting her to flirt back and be obvious enough about it that Isaac breaks up with her.”

Lawrence turned into the parking lot of my apartment, parked, and looked over at me with his eyebrows raised.

“Are you that naive?” he asked.

“Fuck you.”

“No, seriously, Jocelyn. You think that’s where this ends? With Isaac breaking up with her because she’s flirting?”

My mouth dropped open, but nothing came out.

“If I was really your boyfriend, and you were gonna marry me or something, would you leave me just for flirting with another girl?”

“That’s not the same,” I said weakly. “Are you serious, you’re going to try to…”

“No, not… no,” he said. “I just mean, it’s going to take a little more than a few inside jokes and gentle nudges. I don’t want to fuck her or anything. Maybe work out a situation where Isaac catches us making out or something.”

Shakily, I walked up to my apartment. I didn’t know why I hadn’t considered what, specifically, Lawrence would have to do, but he was right. Isaac wasn’t going to break up with Chelsea just because she was flirting. She had to do something to hurt him, to really hurt him enough to leave her.

I could only hope it would hurt him less in the long run than a lifetime with her would. The guilt rolled through me again and I found myself wishing I hadn’t rolled my eyes in disgust at Lawrence when he tried to sell me a bag of weed before I got out of the car. Instead, I cracked a beer and sat on the couch, trying to convince myself I was a good person.

The rest of the month passed far faster than I would have liked. The bridal shower was followed by the bachelorette, the final fittings, and the last-minute decoration deliveries, florist appointments, and catering issues. My involvement in the wedding party was a blessing: I didn’t have to spend as much time around Lawrence, watching him try everything he could to get Chelsea into a compromising position.

And he tried. brazzers Oh, did he try. He tried hard enough that Isaac called him out on it after dinner two weeks before the wedding, pointing out he was paying more attention to Chelsea than he was to me.

“Ah, Joss doesn’t mind,” Lawrence said lightly. “She knows I’m trying to make a good impression.”

“Is that what you’re trying to do?” Dad said coldly.

Even Lawrence couldn’t manage to find a witty comeback, instead laughing awkwardly before raising his hands in surrender.

“Didn’t realize I was being out of line,” he said to Isaac. “Sorry. We cool?”

Isaac nodded graciously. “Yeah, man. Of course.”

“This isn’t going to work,” I told Lawrence as he drove me home that night. “We’re out of time.”

“We’re not out of time,” he said. “I just have to rethink my strategy a bit here.”

Unfortunately for me, the rethinking of said strategy involved a lot more PDA between me and Lawrence. Instead of Isaac catching Lawrence and Chelsea making out, his strategy was to have Chelsea catch me and him making out. It worked, a little: when we were at my parents’ a few days later to finish putting together the slideshow of Isaac and Chelsea’s relationship, Chelsea rounded the corner into the kitchen to see Lawrence pinning me against the wall, his hand under my shirt but a respectable distance away from my breasts.

“Oh!” she said, and Lawrence pulled back.

“Shit,” he said, grinning.

The redness on my face wasn’t fake. I was definitely embarrassed as I adjusted my shirt, unable to meet Chelsea’s eyes.

“Well, if you’re done, Mom wanted your opinion on a couple of pictures,” she said uncomfortably.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“I think she might like me,” Lawrence stage-whispered to Chelsea, who snorted.

“You’re terrible,” she told him.

He winked. “That’s not what your sister said.”

I almost gagged, but managed to keep a straight face and walk back to the dining room with swollen lips and an unpleasant taste in my mouth. Whether it was from kissing Lawrence or from the guilt I was feeling, I didn’t know.

Still, nothing happened. Chelsea never so much as teased Lawrence, even when no one was looking. Two days before the wedding, I called Mateo.

“I think we can safely say we failed,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said sullenly. “Well. Thanks for trying.”

“He’s going to be okay,” I said unconvincingly. “Like, maybe… maybe it’ll be okay.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

I sighed. “I need your opinion. Do I break up with Lawrence now or after the wedding?”

“What?”

“Like, he doesn’t really have to come to the wedding. We could ‘have a fight’ and break up—”

“No,” Mateo said, then paused. “No, he should still go to the wedding.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“Just keeps the attention off us,” he said.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm. Besides, it can be kind of a thank-you. Free meal, open bar, Lawrence’ll have a great time. Break up with him next week or something.”

I shrugged. “Okay. Makes sense to me.”

“Cool.”

“I’m really sorry, Mateo. I wish… well. I’m sorry it didn’t work.”

“Thanks, Joss. I’m sorry, too.”

When I hung up, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling miserably for a long time.

**

NOW

**

“You’re fucking my dad.”

“It’s not like that. Just let me explain—”

“Explain?” He laughed, shaking his head. “You and your friggin’ sister are the same. ‘Let me explain, Isaac, let me justify to you why I’m doing this horrible thing because for some reason, I think that’ll excuse it’.”

“It’s not like that!” My voice was high-pitched, panicked, hardly sounding like my own. “It’s not, I swear.”

“How the hell can you possibly explain this? You are fucking my dad. You knew how weird shit was between me and him and, what, you thought ‘hey, Isaac’s my ex-boyfriend, I should fuck his dad’?”

“No, that’s not—”

“Not what? Not exactly what you did?”

The panic in my chest was starting to be replaced by anger. “If you’re going to ask me questions, could you maybe give me the chance to fucking answer them instead of cutting me off?”

“Oh, excuse me,” Isaac said sarcastically. “Go ahead, tell me why you think it’s okay to hook up with your ex-boyfriend’s father. I’m super interested in hearing that.”

“You’re being kind of a prick for someone who fucked my sister when he said he wouldn’t.”

“That’s not the same. I wanted to marry your sister.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I want to marry your dad. How the fuck would you know?”

Isaac laughed again, the sound dry and biting. “You know why I don’t believe that shit? ‘Cause I know what you did, Jocelyn. I know what you and Lawrence did.”

It was like entering a building after getting caught in the rain. Not that warm moment of relief, but the moment that you realize just how cold you really were. Goosebumps rose on my arms and a chill spread through me, shivering across my skin, almost as painful as having plunged into cold water in the first place. I gaped at Isaac, unable to deny anything, knowing that any sikiş izle explanation I had wouldn’t be enough.

“Yeah, imagine that,” Isaac continued. “I come over here to talk to my dad after finding out my ex set up this whole elaborate charade to make me leave my fiancée, only to find out she’s also hooking up with him. Crazy, right? How’d you manage the timing on that so well? Was he in on it?”

Derek picked that moment to barrel in through the back door, freezing as he caught sight of me standing across from his son.

“Oh no,” he muttered.

“And you,” Isaac said, turning to him. “What the fuck, Dad?”

“Now, just wait a sec—”

“No, you don’t get to… no. You… that’s my ex-girlfriend.”

“You don’t get to claim her,” Derek said. “She has a name.”

“I’m not claiming anyone, I’m just saying it’s weird as shit for my dad to—”

“Weird? You hooked up with her and her sister!”

“That’s different!” Isaac shouted.

“How?” Derek said. “How’s that different?”

“I loved her!”

“And I love her. It’s not like this is a one-time thing, it’s—”

“Oh, so it’s been going on for a while,” Isaac said. “How long?”

“That’s not—”

“How fucking long, Dad?”

“It’s not important right now.”

“How long?”

“Since the wedding,” I said.

Both of them looked at me, shaking and helpless in the entrance to the kitchen. Isaac was the first to break the silence.

“Was he in on it, then?” he asked.

Derek frowned. “In on what?”

“No,” I whispered. “And neither was I.”

“Bullshit. You’re so full of shit,” he spat back. “He told me what happened, Jocelyn.”

“What happened?” Derek asked.

“What was this, phase two of it?” Isaac continued. “It wasn’t enough to end things with me and Chelsea, no, you had to go and just really make sure I understood how pissed you were. You couldn’t just tell me? You couldn’t say it?”

“It’s not what you think,” I said.

“Are you actually accusing her of being cheated on just to fuck with you?” Derek asked.

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Isaac spat. “And I shouldn’t have put it past you, either. After all this, I thought you had changed, and then you go and start fucking my ex-girlfriend—”

“Stop calling her that!” Derek snapped. “She is a person. She’s not defined by who she is to you. Get that through your thick fucking skull. Her name is Jocelyn and she is not yours.”

Isaac didn’t even acknowledge that he had spoken.

“I can’t believe I started thinking you were different, Dad. What kind of creep fucks a girl twenty years younger than him and—”

“Watch what you’re saying,” Derek growled.

“—thinks it’s okay in the first place? What is this, some kind of sick-ass mid-life crisis? You couldn’t just buy a—”

Derek’s face was turning red, the tension in the room caught behind a brittle dam that was seconds away from bursting.

“Isaac, back off.”

“—Ferrari or something. I’m older than her! I’m fucking older than your goddamn girlfriend! It’s not enough that you left Mom and ruined our family—”

“I didn’t leave your mother!” Derek roared.

Isaac stopped, his mouth still open as Derek took a step forward. I shrank back, hardly able to recognize the people standing in the room with me. Isaac was almost grotesquely emotional; Derek’s eyes were pools of hurt and frustration, his cheeks red and his eyebrows furrowed.

He caught sight of me huddling in the hallway and his face softened, just a bit. Clearing his throat, he lowered his voice, but the anger was still soaked into every word.

“She left me, okay? Do you feel better now, huh? Do you want all the fucking details of it, too? All the shit that she and I agreed not to tell you or your sister because neither of us wanted you to think badly of the other one?”

Isaac sputtered for a moment. “No, I—”

“Too fucking bad.” Derek’s voice was tight, barely restrained. “There wasn’t some secret affair or some goddamn conspiracy. It was the stupidest reason, okay? She had no sex drive. None. After Samantha was born, something happened. We went to doctors, tried to figure it out for years, they said that’s just the way she was. And I stayed because I loved her anyway, very much, and I would’ve stayed with her no matter what but she got it into her head that I wasn’t happy. She felt like she was holding me back.

“She asked for a divorce for years, Isaac. Years. So long, you wouldn’t have even been old enough to remember it if I’d said yes the first time. And I didn’t, obviously. I said no, every single goddamn time, unless she could give me a reason that wasn’t… that. When she finally said she was miserable because she felt so guilty about it all, we went to counselling, and when we got through that and they said the best thing we could do for each other was get divorced, we did.”

Isaac was silent, staring daggers across the kitchen at his dad.

“That was it,” he continued. “We wanted you and your sister to have parents who loved you, no matter what, and we agreed it was best to keep that shit between us. Ange wanted to go back on that when you started acting like a stuck-up brat but I’d rather have you think I was a dick than be mad at her. So get over it, okay? Grow up and get the fuck over it. Not everything is a big goddamn conspiracy to hurt you.”

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