In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it's in the middle of an argument or you just looked to damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.
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It wasnt often that Jacob allowed himself away from his work. the flow of making Joseph's vision a reality caused him to be more stressed than usual. however it would all be worth it in the end, when the world was reborn. On this night however, his doubt was larger than ever. He trusted his little brother- trusted him to help heal his extensive wounds- however, it was times when he could see the cracks that made him anxious. The cracks like those that had appeared after John and Faith's deaths.
he took his rifle; shouldered a small pack of supplies and slipped out of his compound. there was a wolf lure two miles away, and the clear night air helped clear his mind- to ease his doubts.
He was halfway to the lure when the first notes of someone singing reached his ears.Curiouswas his first thought, and began urging himself to find out who it was. Careful to move with the shadows and careful to make sure he wasnt making any unneeded noise in the underbrush. Though he needn't have worried about it, the roar from the small waterfall masked most of the noises underfoot; even if it didnt mask the clear tones of the voice.
it wasnt until he passed a final bush that Jacob finally saw them.it was the Deputy; little Rook sitting naked by the water's edge. her singing was even as she stared up at the stars, gorgeous in the moonlight.
Jacob's eyes strayed from her, down and around to find their clothes in a pile by a large rock. his eyes darkening as he noticed that her weapons- a bow, and a sniper rifle were lounging beside them.
that knowing smirk pulled at his lips as she abruptly stopped singing. his eyes snapped back, finding her stretched on the grass. his eyes wandered over her, taking in the sight and he was surprised to find his cock half hard by the sight. He stamped down the need that had arisen and allowed his anger to remain- his pain at his little brother's death.
kneeling down, Jacob began to crab walk forward, eyes locked on Rook. his brother's murderer... the object of his pain- his anger-his lust!He pushed away the though, moving slowly, legs aching as he inched closer. however he missed a small twig, stepping on one small end and cursing himself when it popped up into the air. Rook frowned, before turning her head to look at the source of noise.
For a moment, they simply stare at each other. Her eyes widening even as his narrow. there's a moment where they both stay frozen, gazes locked as the realization of what was happening caught up with them.
Her gaze moved to the weapons a split second before she rolled away from him, and to her feet. her intention- the guns- obvious.
Jacob sprang forward, his hand shooting out to make a grab at her. his rage beginning to cause a light sheen of red to mask his sight-John's murderer- His Sin!-
the hand wrapped around her wrist, jerking her back. It threw her off balance, weight to her back foot as she twisted to throw a punch that collided with his cheek.
He wasn't sure what happened after the adrenaline and anger fueled punch. the red haze became a raging inferno, covering his gaze and forcing his consiousness away. when Jacob finally returned, she was struggling beneath him. He was between her legs, his covered dick notched against the mound of her pussy- throbbing painfully against that heat. His torso leaning over her with his large hands wrapped around her neck.
Her face was turning blue her eyes bugging from her skull as she clawed at him- trying to scream but unable to make a sound. tears began to leak from her, and something entered them that caused him to pause- to release the death grip on her throat- Jacob couldn't kill Rook; not yet. Joseph still had plans for her.
He'd told her before that starvation caused the brain to eat the muscles. which was true. muscle deterioration, no matter the amount of exercise, was something that happened with starvation- but only after the body's stores of fat had been exhausted.
Rook had been on the chubby side- something he had noticed when they had tried to arrest Joseph. Now her soft curves had been replaced by hard muscle, and a part of him reveled in the sight of this trimmer survivalist. Loved the way those hard muscles felt under his hand and around his waist.
Jacob wasn't sure what made him speak, what brought the anger to the surface. his voice hissed, letting his pain become known. " John wasn't the favorite of our parents... he was a surprise- and a dark surprise at that. our mother's affair brought to life at the sight of the dark haired boy that looked so much like our neighbor. Our father became ruthless to him... Our mother cold and distant." That tender note was the only thing that betrayed him. His eyes falling to the word tattooed abover her left breast. his hand moved down over it- a tender touch, perhaps the only one she would recieve tonight.
" He was a hard person to love- a harder person to not feel pity for, and a bastard if he realized that pity. But he was my brother! He was the little brother I couldn't protect from the people I shouldnt have needed to protect him from!" He was yelling into her face, trying to gauge her reaction. Jacob grit his teeth, still pressed tight against her. " and, like the icing on a cake, I can't seem to get rid of this damn hard on that i get every time I see you. Even after everything- "
" I wanted to save him." her voice was little more than a whisper. the sadness palpable in it. " I tried. i told him what he wanted to hear- told him that He was able to choose as well. That Joseph wasn't your parents... he didn't want to listen or didnt believe me."
Jacob stared down at her, hand clenching against her chest. However she didn't stop, the words tumbling from her lips. Leaning forward to listen to her. " God, i tried- i tried to stop him- i couldnt let him run away- if i did, then he'd just kill-abduct again. I tgought we could stuff him in Dutch's bunker until everything blew over... help him..."
her eyes focused on him, on how close his face was to hers and he saw how much truth was in what she was saying.
" I'm sorry, Jacob." another whisper that suddenly pulled at his heartstrings. " I'm sorry I couldn't save him. I'm sorry I couldn't save Faith." Their gaze was hot and completely stuck on each other. He could see her need, expected it though the words caught him off guard. " Let me save you, Jacob."
The tension was palpable now, his anger abating to be replaced with a sudden infuriating need to let himself go. To let himself be taken back and get the help he needed. to leave Joseph and his crazed notions behind, and followher.
his gaze moved from her eyes down to the pale lips. it was slow, a gradual thing as Jacob closed the distance to press their lips together in an almost chaste kiss. his eyes closing as he reveled in it. Rook didn't move for a moment, too shocked for action; then gave herself to the kiss. what had started chastely quickly became heated. His unaddressed second statement still hanging in the cool night air around them, and in the hard throb against her cunt. his hands slipped down, exploring her body; marks from his hunter's arrows. the thin and dark tattoo of Wrath above her breast; and the others that crisscrossed her body.
Her hands explored him as well, slipping over his burns on his arms and down to slide under his shirt. Rook mapped his muscles, before moving slowly down. her hands reached his belt, unbuckling it before moving to the button and zipper. Once undone, Rook pushed down his pants; pausing long enough to grab the hard plans of his ass before continuing to slip them down far enough to free his cock.
Jacob had moved his lips, kissing her along the jaw, then down the line of her throat to her shoulder. it was here that his cock had popped free, pressing against her heat and suddenly everything was much more urgent. without bothering to wait, Jacob buried himself to the hilt inside her. His groan mingled with her gasp, a sound lost only a moment before another thrust that was met by her own buck.
God, she was fire. her heat wrapped perfectly around him, clenching with each subtle move he made. " holy shit-" Jacob whispered to her, closing his eyes as he began to make deeper thrusts.
his arms surrounded her, snaking up to grip her shoulders as he began to mercilessly pound into her. she was crying out- moaning wordlessly to whatever listened in the dark. Jacob bit her neck, sucking out a hickey.
Jacob pulled out, rolling her over and ignore how dirty they both were becoming. Rook automatically raising her ass to meet his probing cock. His big hands gripping her just above her hips, pinning her to the ground and fucking her hard.
" Come for me, Pet~" he growled, pounding her relentlessly. a chorus of loud moans, whimpers and " oh gods~" were falling from her lips. that was until the fire had built to a raging inferno, burning every inch of her body before she screamed her release; core clamping down on him.
Jacob was more than pleased, his movements slowing a moment before he was buried inside her and filled her with his cum. He cried out as well, stopping and letting the post orgasmic glow to fade.
Jacob pulled himself slowly free a few minutes later, letting her catch her breath on the ground.
Shame filled his mind, his eyes darkening as he fixed himself. without waiting to see if she'd enjoyed it- by the sound of her scream when she'd cum, Jacob was sure that she had.- he headed back the way he'd come.
As he reached the treeline, Rook called after him. " my private frequency is 13 if you want to do this again."
Jacob paused a moment, gritting his teeth and charging into the woods. His mind was going a million miles a minutes, wondering if he would take her up on that. He doubted it, however there was always the chance.
For now, he was intent on escaping from the sight of his shame, and getting as far away from her as possible. It was a taste of heaven and god, he wanted so much more- So much more than she'd given. So much more that he deserved to obtain from her.
Perhaps Jacob would contact Joseph, beg for forgiveness for his moment of weakness- the moment of lust with the object of his desire.
perhaps... perhaps...
