**warning: contains implied abuse themes and domestic violence***
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A/N: Lemon ahead! I understand how this looks.. Please understand this lemon has absolutely nothing to do with sex and violence! I swear! LOL I am labeling all of these pages with that so no one can say they weren't warned!
Festival in the Devil's Lair
Jake walks from the dark forest, slipping on his shorts as a light drizzle starts. He isn't surprised to see the kitchen light on at this hour. Billy is up making coffee in preparation for the drive. The back door squeaks as Jake enters. "Hey, Dad," he says as he walks to the kitchen counter to grab the keys to the truck.
Billy lifts the stout brew to his lips. He sucks air in around his teeth before answering, "'Morning, Jake."
"I'm gonna take the truck to the center to hook up the camper and trailer, for the golf cart. It's starting to rain so I wanna go ahead and do it before I shower," Jake says. "Would you mind making an extra pot of coffee, stronger, and something to eat?"
"Sure son."
"Thanks," Jake says as he runs from the house and into the Taj to get the truck.
Thirty minutes later Jake is leaving a river in his wake as he enters the bathroom. "It's really coming down," he says before closing the door. He turns the water all the way hot before stripping from his saturated shorts. They land with a wet plop as they fly from Jake's foot before he steps into the tub. Jake makes quick work of his bathing ritual and turns off the shower.
He steps from the tub, giving himself a brisk rub down with the towel hanging from the hook. The white terry cloth wraps easily around his waist where he secures it. Jake wrings the excess water from his shorts before throwing them over the shower curtain rod. His fingers comb through his hair a few times after he brushes his teeth. A quick mental rundown of the toiletries needed and Jake rushes into his room to pack.
Jake grabs the army duffel from the bottom of his closet and shakes it open before throwing it on the bed. Black basketball shorts and a white tank top replace the terry cloth towel. He slips his big feet into a pair of black and white Nikes without socks, and tosses the bathroom items into his bag. A hanger spins around the rod as a pair of jeans, roughly pulled from the closet, sets the object in motion. The white button down shirt he wore to Bella's wedding is carefully picked up before Jake brings it to his nose for a deep breath. With a low growl, Jake shoves the shirt into his bag along with a few pairs of cut-offs, a pair of socks, and a pair of boxers - just in case.
He grabs his duffel and Billy's, along with the cooler and thermoses, and makes a run for it. Jake tosses the duffels in the camper and stashes the cooler in the cab of the truck before taking a running leap onto the porch. Billy quirks a brow and his lips twitch at the concentrated look on Jake's face. "It's raining," Jake says as he scoops Billy up bridal style and hauls him to the truck. A quick storing of Billy's wheel chair in the camper, and Jake makes his way out of La Push, Washington and headed towards Fort Hall, Idaho.
Billy hands Jake a few bacon and egg sandwiches and one of the four thermoses of coffee. Jake flips the radio on, turning the rock station down low, while Billy cracks his window and packs his pipe. Their drive is silent and uneventful. Neither says a word other than to comment on a classic car or if they need a pit stop. The fifteen hour drive takes Jake twelve, thanks to the desolate hours of the night between one a.m. and four-thirty a.m. He backs the camper into slot number seventy of the INDIAN SPRINGS Resort & RV campground at one o'clock in the afternoon.
Jake hops out of the cab and closes the door. He vaults himself over the bed of the truck and lands in a graceful leap on the other side to retrieve Billy's chair. Billy opens his door with a laugh as Jake unfolds the seat. "What?" he asks with a shrug as he maneuvers Billy into his throne.
Billy removes himself out of Jake's path as he sets up camp. Too tired to make the effort, Jake hauls the golf cart from the trailer and places it in its own graveled parking spot. "I'm fucking tired, man," he says in response to his father's uncontrollable chuckle. Jake unhitches the trailer and the truck from the camper, connects their power and septic system up, and tosses the keys to his dad. "I'm gonna sleep for awhile," Jake says walking to the camper door.
Billy catches the keys as he says, "Sounds good. They're supposed to be cooking all night. Come see the festival when you get up." Jake cocks his head to the side as he accepts the neon yellow wrist band Billy hands him. "Wear it when you come," Billy says and offers no other explanation.
"Sure, sure," Jake says as he climbs into the camper and closes the door behind him. He kicks off his shoes, places the yellow band on the tiny table, and grabs a pillow from one of Billy's duffels. The cramped toddler bed holds half of his length and his ankles stick out past the door jamb as he stretches outs. Slow music carries from the festival grounds lulling him to sleep. Images of an abstract Bella beckon him to follow her and he does.
Jake growls into his pillow as the annoying, automated, cracked-out, pac-man voice repeatedly tells him he has a text message he isn't answering. Fucking Quil, he was going to have to start tying his shorts to his damn leg again. He eased the ringtone from his phone Friday morning. The sneaky fucker must have doubled back and did this shit while he was running the border with Leah last night. Quil had an ass beating coming he promises as he retrieves the unread messages.
WAKE UP! -Q
Fucking asshole! -J
=D -Q
You guys make it? -E
Yeah. 1pm. Going to ck out the festival.. later -J
Kool. Peace. -E
Jake tosses the device onto the tiny nightstand and rolls to his back to stretch his cramped muscles. He undresses and puts on the well worn, stone washed jeans and the button down shirt. His eyes close as he smells the faintest trace of Bella on the material. The black and white puka shell necklace he received from Rebecca, draws his attention as he clasps the jewelry around his neck. A quick brush through his shaggy mop and no shoes, they can kiss his ass, later and he makes his way to the party.
The music gets louder as Jake nears the festivities. He flashes the neon band at the older gentleman sitting behind a fold-out table and takes a red Solo cup of homemade beer at the man's exaggerated nod. Jake holds up the red plastic cup in a salute before taking a sip of the tangy hops. His teeth grit against the taste, deciding it's not bad. Billy's booming laughter directs Jake to the horseshoe pit as he moseys his way through the crowd.
Billy cuts his laughter short as he catches sight of Jake. "Here's my boy now," Billy says as he slaps Jake on the back and makes the introductions. Jake shakes their hands and salutes them with a rise of his cup. He catches the tightening of Billy's crow feet around his eyes and shrugs before emptying the plastic glass. "Get me a refill, will ya," Billy says around the cigar in his mouth.
"Sure, sure," Jake says and takes Billy's offered empty Solo. Jake locates a strategically placed trash receptacle to toss the used cups in and treads the path carved for him by the mob. He flashes his band at the old timer again before grabbing two cups and heading to his dad. Billy accepts the offered beverage and matches his son's sip with his own. "I'ma take off. You good?" he asks Billy and takes another swallow.
"Yeah."
Jake nods his head and says with a smirk, "Yell, loud, if you need me." He taps his cup to his dad's and disappears into the assemblage of people.
Jake follows the sound of the drum beat to a pavilion by the volleyball court. He is hypnotized by traditional choreographed dance as the young women step to the music. A honeysuckle scent prickles his nose as he rifles through the masses for its origin. His feet lead him to the source of the provocative fragrance, pushing her way through the marginal crevices between the crowd. The sea parts as he clears a path for the unsuspecting girl.
She stops outside of the circle to tuck her phone into her shoulder bag. Her heart sputters and she gasps in surprise as Jake slides into her peripheral. He flashes her a cheesy grin and offers his hand before introducing himself. "I'm Jake," he says.
She scans him from head to toe before accepting his greeting. "Hi Jake. You don't have any shoes," she says, gripping his hand and looking him in the eye.
Jake laughs and looks down at his feet. "Is it a prerequisite?" he asks, wiggling his toes against the dry grass.
She gives him a frown and shrugs her shoulders before saying, "No. It's just very stereotypical Indian of you, is all."
Jake chokes on his beer as the laugh bubbles out of him. "Well," he pauses with a suspicious scan of the area. "We are at an Indian gathering," he stage whispers, earning a laugh from her.
"You never told me your name," he says as he follows her through the masses.
She gives him the once over and says, "Anna."
"Nice to meet you, Anna," he says, taking another sip of his drink. "This is my first powwow. Wanna show me around?" Jake asks, eyeing the girl from over the rim of his cup.
Anna clicks her tongue before narrowing her eyes. "A tourist, huh?" The rhetorical question goes unanswered as she waves him on and says, "Sure, but it's gonna cost you a beer."
Jake quirks a brow and glances between her yellow bracelet and her a few times. She rolls her eyes and huffs. "I don't look 21. I'll meet you on the other side," she says before weaving through cover as he heads towards a different beer booth.
The woman with a backwards hat and braids hanging over each shoulder sits behind the booth. "Hiya handsome," she says as Jake approaches the table.
"Hi," he says with a smile and grabs two beers from her stand. Jake takes a sip of her Ale and cringes at the stout taste. He rolls with the waves of people as he puts distance between him and the brewer. His stealthy tourist guide sneaks up to his right to grab the blue plastic cup from his hand.
She takes a sip, swallowing with a satisfied sigh. "That'll put hair on your chest," she says, taking a rather large gulp.
Jake laughs and throws his arm around the small girl's shoulders. "Gettin' handsy Jake," she smirks.
"Not yet," he says with a sly grin. He looks down at the girl to wiggle his eyebrows before taking a sip of the strong liquor.
She leans into his side to wrap her slender arm around his waist. "Promises, promises," she says with a heavy sigh.
The gurgle of Jake's stomach breaks them from their laughter as she pulls him towards the food vendors. She points out the stands with the best meats and the ones to avoid. They travel from table to table eating skewered meats and joking like best friends. Jake stops by another beer stand for refills as Anna disappears into the crowd. He meets her further down the pathway giggling like school girls.
Anna drags them to a clearing to secure an abandoned fire pit. She sits down on a log and pats the seat beside her. "Try this," she says as she dumps half a small vial of clear liquid into his beer cup. Jake quirks his brow as she squeezes two drops of the liquid into her own. "You're bigger," she says, catching his silent question.
Jake's vision starts to dance after a few minutes of nursing his brew. He looks at the giggling lass beside him. The girl's complexion fades from caramel to glowing alabaster and back again as the drug takes hold of him. Her face morphs from rounded to oblong as he tries to remember he's with Anna. Bella is off fucking her brand new husband.
Jake shakes off the image and drains the contents of his cup. "What the fuck is this shit?" he grumbles, not really sure if he spoke aloud.
The giggling pixie beside him is no help as she can't control her laughter. Jake slides off the log and stretches his full length. He rests his head against the bark and closes his eyes. Images swirl behind his eyelids, and he lets them carry him away. Her laughter fades into the crackling of the fire. Hallucinogenic pictures morph into different insects as he mentally rattles off the name of the sounds.
Jake jumps when Anna straddles his lap. His rough hands glide up the exposed skin of her legs as she rubs her hands along his chest. Her weight shifts as she leans forward to kiss along the column of his neck. He grips her hips in his firm grasp as he pushes his growing excitement into her heated crotch. She groans into his neck as she rocks herself against his trapped length.
Anna kisses along his jaw before taking his lips with hers. Jake allows her to coax his lips into a sweet slow dance. Her tongue peeks out to lick at his lips. He grips a fistful of her hair and plunges his tongue into her mouth. She moans around his growl as he takes possession of her offering.
Jake flips their position and grinds himself into her core. She sighs and tilts her head to the left as he kisses down her jaw to her neck. Anna grinds herself into his hard tool, making little purring noises in her throat. "Wanna go somewhere?" he grunts, pushing himself harder into her. His lips close around her Adam's apple, tugging at the soft flesh eliciting a moan from her.
"Yes," she hisses between clenched teeth.
Jake cradles Anna to his chest as she wraps her legs tight around his waist. He runs them east into a cluster of trees. Anna sucks on his neck while unbuttoning his shirt. His footing stutters when her tongue circles his right nipple before she sucks the beaded flesh into her mouth. She grunts into his chest as he slams her into his hands against the tree.
Jake captures her lips to swallow her excited moans as he unceremoniously tugs at the fly of his jeans. His nimble fingers rip her panties from her body as he rubs himself along her slick slit. He growls as he skewers her on his meat pole, sliding deep into her warmth. She wiggles on the impalement, tightening her inner muscles tugging a moan from him. Anna breaks the kiss and asks, "Protection?"
"I'm clean," he grunts, experimenting with slow shallow strokes. Anna loops her arms around his neck and closes her eyes. Jake rests his forehead against her shoulder as he grips her soft bottom in his massive hands. He grits his teeth and shoves more of his length into her on his upward stroke. The sounds coming from her throat break Jake's control as he grips her hips and picks up the pace of his thrusts.
Anna's pleading and begging unleashes the animal inside of Jake as he buries himself to the root with each pistoning pump of his hips. Her scent shifts to a more familiar fragrance as he opens his eyes to look at the girl below him. The caramel skin morphs to alabaster as Anna becomes Bella. They lock gazes as he watches her bite her lip with each thrust into her supple body. Jake closes his eyes and cries out Bella's name as he empties himself into her depths.
They take a few moments to regain their breath before Jake pulls from her body and sets her onto her feet. He tucks himself back into his pants and zips his fly before he notices it's Anna in front of him and not Bella. Jake runs his hands roughly over his face at her glare. She says nothing as she smooths her skirt down. "Anna -."
She cuts off his explanation with a wave of her hand. "Don't bother. Not like we are together or anything," she says with a nonchalant tone.
"Still, I'm sorry," he says.
She shrugs her shoulders and walks out of the trees. Jake doesn't say anything as he follows her. His confusion makes him wary of proceeding. They walk to her RV site before either acknowledges the other. "This is me," she says with a hitch of her thumb over her shoulder. "Thanks for walking me here."
Jake grabs her hand before she turns her back on him. "Anna, I really am sorry, for back there," Jake says halting his apology, unsure of how to correct this major fuck up.
She holds her fingertips over his mouth and says, "Jake, seriously, I'm okay. She isn't your girlfriend is she?" she asks.
"No," Jake says with a nervous laugh. "Just a friend."
"You'd like to fuck," she finishes his statement with a smirk,
Jake nods and laughs. "Yeah something like that," he says.
"Well, see ya around Jake," Anna says before slipping into her camper.
