A/N: I own nothing Twilight, only the plot in which I place the characters in…and my own dreams of Jake in a little Tarzan outfit…*sigh*…
AH, AU, OC, mainly BPOV, if POVs change, they will be noted…rated M for adult/sexual situations, language, 18 and over highly recommended…you have been warned! This chapter is a bit longer than the previous ones; my Bella muse decided she needed to have her spark lit, so here she is. (Jake will be making is voice heard in the next chapter.)
The Claiming of Jacob Black
Ch. 3
Again, I couldn't seem to find my voice. I had never had problems speaking with members of the opposite sex; I had taken several presentation and speech classes in school and college that I could give an impromptu discourse on anything at any time. But for some unknown reason I couldn't make my mouth work. Perhaps it was a good thing I didn't say anything right away, I'm sure it would have come out freakishly obscene and inappropriate. I am sure it would have resulted in complete verbal vomit and I was humiliated enough as it was I didn't need to ad my two cents worth. But for some unknown reason at that very moment, my vocal chords decided to take a temporary leave of absence. Thank you god. That could have been really embarrassing.
As I felt his strong arms around me, I closed my eyes fleetingly and my voice suddenly decided to make a cameo appearance.
"Yea, I'm ready," I said into his neck, breathing him in as he started lifting me out. I couldn't really see his face; he was hidden by the halo of sun behind him. He stood slowly and pulled me up gently until I was face to face with him, my body flush with his and my arms still clutched tightly around his neck, my cheek pressed to his. I could feel his hard chest slide across mine as I slid ever so slowly down his front as he lowered me down to the bale he was standing on. He held me close to his body so I could get my balance back. I couldn't help the way my body was reacting to him. I felt my face flush with warmth, and I knew it wasn't from the heat of the day. He held me a bit longer than I think he meant to.
"You always fall for guys you just met?" he asked, a hint of something in his eyes …humor? Desire? Lust?
I needed to be alone…right?
Oh god, no, what did Esme and Carlisle tell him about me? What did he know? How much does he know? Did they tell Jake about my past with him? Did they tell him about the torment and rejection my heart had gone through? My mind was suddenly frozen with fear. Fear that I was going to be put into a situation where I was going to be rejected again. I couldn't handle that again. I wasn't going to be put there again, by anyone regardless of how good their intentions were.
"I…uh..." I stammered. Great, my vocal chords' cameo was short lived. I stood taller as I tried to regain my dignity and sense of . It wasn't like I tried to fall 10 feet to the ground to be buried under a ton of hay on purpose. I mean I was rather agile at times, today just seemed to not be one of those days.
"Jesus Jake, just plant a wet one on her already and let's get back to work, there will be plenty of time for you to get to know each other later." Carlisle was anxious to get the hay put up before it got too hot to work. He firmly believed that it was far more important to keep busy and get the job done first and save any socializing for lunch or during dinner conversation. It was how he was raised, and he wouldn't defect from it if he could help it. He disappeared back into the barn's shady interior and waited for Jake.
I sucked in a breath at Carlisle's comment and was suddenly so self-conscious that my face was flush with embarrassment and quickly dropped my arms from around his neck. Did he really want to kiss me? No. I refused to believe it. Not me. He didn't even know me. I didn't know him. But he was rather ruggedly handsome. So ok not that I would mind getting to know him, and maybe a small part of me wanted him to kiss me, and that very same small part wanted to trace every curve along his shoulders with my lips and fingers, ghosting and teasing across his jaw and down his muscular chest, along his powerful arms to grip his firm haunches and… No, no, I wasn't going to let myself get sucked into the same situation I was in years ago. The same situation I had been in… with him. I vowed I wouldn't, no I couldn't, go there again; my heart was locked away, and nobody was going to get in again for a very long time…if ever.
I will stay alone.
"Sure. As soon as she can stand on her own two feet," he called out over my shoulder, never taking his eyes from mine. His gaze was so intense I was almost scared to move. His eyes bore into mine; hot, possessive, dark, demanding, dominating and submissive. I felt like a prey animal caught under the massive powerful paws of a wolf. A wolf that was deciding whether or not to go in for the kill, or if he was just playing because he wasn't really hungry. I couldn't look away. And I tried to.
"Are you ok?" Jake asked, his eyes boring into mine. I opened my mouth to speak, and nothing. Nothing came out, tried as I could, nothing would make a sound come out of my mouth. So once again my voice decided to hi-tail it. I just managed to stare at him with a look of want on my face and hoped he didn't notice.
The handsome creature before me slid his hands from my arms to my waist, still holding onto me, and slightly pulled me closer to him. His eyes were an incredible dark shade of brown with gold flecks in them and as I looked into them I felt like I was falling into their depths, and I just knew there would be no way out. I had to momentarily wonder: can a person drown on dry land without water? I most certainly knew the answer at that point then and there was that it could indeed happen. I could swim in their essence and let it over take me forever…
"Bella? Hey, you sure you're ok?" he asked again, squeezing my waist gently and bringing me back to the present. I shook my head slightly to compose myself and attempted to clear my throat with a short cough.
"Uh, yea, yea, I'm…I'm good. Thanks for, um, helping me. I got it." I started to step back from him and could feel my feet slip on the loose hay. Jake's grip tightened on my hips as I almost fell back into the hole he had just pulled me out of. His statement about me falling for him, and Carlisle's about Jake kissing me had me a bit unraveled.
Keeping a hold of my hand he turned, watching his footing, and he helped me climb back down to the ground, not letting go of my hand until I had both of my feet solidly underneath me. I was relieved to finally be on the ground. I could still feel the touch of his hand as it had gripped mine firmly, gently and I found I had actually cried internally at the release. I hadn't wanted him to let go. And that scared me.
"I think you better pull bales from the ground for a while. I will knock some down for you to get started. Just use the long hay hook to pull them down so you don't have to climb up there any time soon. After lunch I will pull the stack down for you," Jake said with a grin and turning around, started to pull bales down from the stack that we had just been standing on.
I stood there, not knowing what to say. Every single one of the feelings that I had experienced in the last few moments left my mind spinning. And someone who knew me very well noticed it. Esme was standing beside me and had a very smug look on her face as if to say "See? I told you he'd be good for you." I glared back at her. I so did not need this, not now. I'd had too much heartache in my previous love life and I had no desire to revisit it any time soon.
I should stay alone.
When he felt he had pulled enough bales down, Jake climbed up the elevator much the same way Carlisle had earlier and I found myself watching his backside very closely as it disappeared into the shadowy interior of the bar. It was so tight and delicious looking in his jeans it made me want to put my hands on it, to feel it as his muscles flexed and relaxed as I… I had to stop my thoughts from going any further, I could still feel the heat on my face and I knew it wasn't from the sun.
I got back to work pulling the downed bales over so they were within reach close to the elevator so Esme could load them. We worked in a steady rhythm until it was time to take a break.
We brought the coolers out and passed around water and beers, and moved so that we were sitting in the shade just inside the barn. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. Taking a deep drink of water, feeling the cool liquid slide down my dry throat as it washed away the morning's grit and chaff, I felt like I could relax for a few moments. I listened to Carlisle and Esme discuss how the rest of the day was to go. We'd finish with the east barn and move the elevator down to start the cow barn if it didn't get too hot before noon. Once those were done, we were going to start the feeder barn; it was the largest of the barns and would actually take a few days to put up all the hay. It would hold nearly 2300 tons of hay, and that was when we'd need the extra help. The Cullens had a lot of cattle to feed and Carlisle made every effort to ensure he wouldn't run out of hay before the next season. With draughts being a constant issue for a dryland farmer, they weren't taking any chances on being caught short. Carlisle and Jake would be going back out into the fields to finish bringing in the hay when we were done with this barn. Esme and I would work on dinner when we got back to the farm house. Cooking was something we both enjoyed doing. And I found I had learned a lot from her.
I opened my eyes just slightly and peered around me. I have always been in awe with the beauty of the ranch. It was so peaceful, secluded, and I would not have minded spending the rest of my life living here. The trees surrounding the farm were mostly in the canyons, leaving the upper valley portion bare for but a few scrub oaks and an occasional pine tree dotting the landscape broken by the faint line of fencing that bordered the property. That was something else I was going to be doing; riding fence to check for weakness along the perimeter. It was an excuse to spend the day in the saddle roaming the beautiful countryside; of course if we found fence that needed to be mended we would stop to repair it.
To the south I could see the glint of light from the sun off the barn far off in the distance. It was the only sign of human existence around. That would be Seth's farm, I thought as I briefly wondered how he was doing. I hadn't really thought about him in the last few weeks, but that didn't mean I didn't care about him. I still liked him very much, as a friend.
I could feel the soreness in my arms and smiled inwardly. I was going to have some great upper body strength when the summer was over. Combined with the horseback riding and bucking bales, my body was going to be lean and tough when I was ready to leave. I had always been thin, but with the added muscle I was going to look hot. I leaned forward and stretched my arms behind my head and rubbed the back of my neck to the top of my shoulder. It was getting warmer and I had hay chaff in places I didn't want to think about. I was getting itchy and couldn't wait to get back to the house to take a long hot shower; it would have to wait until we were done for the day.
I let my mind drift back to Jake's arms around me as I snuck peaks at him from behind my sunglasses. His arms had felt nice when they were holding me. Strong, gentle, possessive. He was definitely well built, his broad shoulders tapering to a well-defined… I needed to get my mind off of him. Thinking about him left me unsettled, a feeling of longing in the pit of my stomach, and I found myself being intrigued by him. I hadn't had those kinds of feelings for someone in a very long, long time. I wanted to touch him, caress him, run my tongue over the hard firm ridges of his stomach tasting his skin, reaching lower until I reached the waistband of his tight jeans, only to slowly unbutton them as I nibbled around his hips, pulling them down just far enough for my lips to continue their journey to the firmness that waited to be enveloped in my mouth and explored by my tongue. My hands playing across his solid abs, reaching out to grasp him gently and ease him out of the confines of the cotton and denim that encased him. His smell would be so musky, male and intoxicating like a drug, an addiction I couldn't resist. The feel of his smooth skin rub against my cheek, across my lips as I open my mouth and the tip of my moist tongue reaching out to flick that first sweet drop of…
"…then I think we should be done. Bella? Bella? Are you alright?" I was jolted out of my thoughts by Esme's worried tone. I looked in her general direction, my eyes still trained on Jake, but hidden behind my dark shades.
"Huh? Oh, uh yea, I'm fine. I was just thinking about what we need to finish doing today. I was thinking of making a pie for desert if that's ok," I lied. I was a bit flushed by my inner musings. I don't know what exactly made me think of Jake like that. I shook my head slightly and glanced around. I hoped that no one noticed how red my face was, and if they did that they would think it was just from being out in the heat. And wow, was I getting overheated.
Esme nodded her agreement. To get my mind off of seducing Jake, I really did start thinking of what we could make for dinner and what kind of pie I was going to make. I already had the extra cookies I had baked for Carlisle and figured I would have to make more anyway. I got up and walked to the cooler taking out a plastic container, then went back to sit down with the cookies in my lap.
"Does anyone have any preference? I can make peach, cherry, or blueberry cobbler. And Carlisle, I made you those cookies you're so fond of." I turned to look at Carlisle, smiling holding up the container full of his weakness. Carlisle looked up at me and gave me a shy smile while holding out his hand. I handed them to Jake who looked at me for a brief moment; a silent question floating in his eyes asking permission to try one. It tickled me to see that he was so polite. I could easily like him…
"Go ahead, take some." I wondered if Jake would like them. I was suddenly worried that he wouldn't like them and bit my lip as my self-esteem warred for dominance over my sense of self-worth. I had found a recipe that was easy, used few ingredients and was very quick to make. I knew I was a good cook, but everyone has different tastes and I found I was more than nervous at what Jake would think. Normally it wouldn't matter to me what anyone thought, if they didn't like what I made, they didn't have to eat it. I thought about the ingredients for the pies and peeked at Jake; I already knew Esme didn't care what I made. I also knew what Esme had for pie fillings, but I guess I was mostly curious to know what kind Jake liked. I was already well aware that Carlisle would eat anything that was set before him.
I watched as Jake took a cookie and hand the container to Carlisle who snatched it out of Jake's hand as if it were the most precious thing on earth. Carlisle had a murderous scowl on his face directed at Jake that I knew was for nothing but show. He would share the shirt off his back and give all his worldly possessions away to help another; just don't stand between the man and his favorite cookies.
I watched as Jake bit into the cookie, his eyes closed as if he were savoring the most delectable of edibles. His tongue slowly came from his beautiful lips and the tip reached for a crumb perched on the edge of his lip. I stared in rapture at his tongue, and licked my own lips, suddenly wanting to be that cookie crumb. I felt a warm shiver crawl over my body as I imagined that tongue dancing over my skin. Gliding and tasting, leaving a wet trail in its wake. Felling my nipples harden, I brought my arms across my chest to ease the aching feeling my thoughts provoked. Yet I would gladly go back for more. To have his fingers ghosting along my fevered flesh, feeling, touching, caressing, stroking, every surface he could. I could sense and feel my panties getting wetter the more I thought about him; as I thought about what I wanted him to do to me, how I wanted him to touch me, and how I wanted to touch him. I so badly wanted to touch him. I wanted to make him feel what I was feeling. Jake swallowed his mouthful and took a long drink of his beer. Oh how I longed to be that bottle, pressed against his lips. My panties were now damp and I was starting to get uncomfortable. I needed his touch. I wanted his touch. It had been too long.
Did I really want to stay alone?
Jake got up to grab his cooler from the shade and sat it on the ground in front of him, reaching inside for something. That action brought me out of my thoughts. I was unexpectedly glad I still had on my sunglasses, so he couldn't see me staring at him. He fumbled around inside the cooler before pulling out something carefully wrapped in foil. He handled it rather gingerly and I couldn't help but have a small sense of wonder as to what it could hold.
Jake turned towards me with a shy smile on his face and reached out with the foil covered container. I took it with a tilt of my head indicating my curiosity and his smile widened as I took it from his strong hands.
"Try this. I made it this morning before I got here." He gazed at me in challenge, so see if I would take his offering as he had mine.
I pulled my sunglasses off and carefully opened the foil, not sure what I was going to find. I could smell something sweet with cinnamon. Inside of the plastic bowl were several perfectly made cinnamon rolls, complete with glazed icing. I looked up at him with a curious grin. How did he know cinnamon rolls were a weakness of mine? Internally I rolled my eyes…of course, Esme had to of told him. The smell was amazing and I found myself hungry, and for the moment only for food. I took a roll out of the container and handed it back to Jake.
"They smell really good." Closing my eyes I took a bite, not noticing that the glaze had dripped down my chin. The taste was wonderful, the cinnamon and butter creamed together and melting on my tongue. I opened my eyes and noticed Jake staring at me, a hungry feral look in his eye. I swallow down my bite and licked my lips, returning his intense gaze. He scooted closer and sat with his knee against mine, he licked his lips slowly as his hand reaching for my face. I slightly turned my face away from his so he couldn't see that I was fighting something inside myself. My breath hitched in my throat, I'm just dreaming, I'm just dreaming, I silently chanted to myself as I closed my eyes feeling his strong yet soft touch on my chin. I opened my eyes when he turned my head so I was facing him. He held my face with one hand and reached up with the other to gently wipe his thumb across my lip and down chin, then placed it in his mouth, sucking the sweetness from his finger slowly as he stared directly into my soul. Pulling his finger out of his mouth with a slight pop, he spoke. "I do love blueberry pie," his deep voice making my panties even wetter. I gulped down a groan as that familiar sensation swept through my body once again; tingling my toes, a rush of heat between my legs, rapid shallow breathing, the desire to throw my body against his and claim him right there in the shade of the barn not caring who saw us, to feel his skin against mine, rough yet soft, demanding yet yielding, tasting and being tasted...
The spell was broken as Jake pulled away with an amused smile playing on the corner of his lips and the sound of Esme's light giggle. I could feel the heat rise to my face. I straightened my-self and focused on finishing my food and washed it down with the rest of my water. I tried to calm myself down from the feelings Jake had brought out of dormancy. I looked over at Esme who just smiled in my general direction and leaned her head against Carlisle's shoulder whispering something I couldn't hear into his ear that elicited a chuckle. I knew then that they had both witnessed the interaction between Jake and me. I flushed even harder at the thought that they had nearly witnessed me losing myself in Jake.
I stood up and dusted my jeans off and headed back to the hay stack, wanting to distance myself from Jake and the feelings he was invoking in me. I picked up my gloves, put my sunglasses back on, adjusted my shirt and began to pull bales towards the elevator. Esme came over and looked like she was going to say something until I gave her the look I always used when I didn't want to talk. She didn't say anything instead she gathered a bale and placed it on the elevator behind Jake and Carlisle's disappearing forms and watched as it tumbled into the barn.
We worked another couple of hour with no more mishaps, due to Jake's diligence in pulling down nearly the entire stack for me, before Esme finally decided it was time to head back to the house to get things out and ready for dinner. Esme stayed behind to talk to Carlisle. I began walking towards the house when Jake came running up behind me.
"Bella, wait!"
I turned and caught my breath at the sight of him. He was going to be the death of me yet. He stopped in front of me and held out his hand. I looked down and noticed his truck keys entangled in his fingers.
"I'll give you a ride back up to the house; I need to get some tools and spare lumber from the shop. Carlisle wants to fix some of the boards on the side of the barn. So I can give you a lift if you want." He looked so boyish at that very moment, and I felt my heart hammering in my chest.
"Uh, sure." My stomach did backflips as the butterflies made a mad dash in circles. I felt weak in the knees and briefly wondered if he would be fast enough to catch me before I hit the ground. I took a deep breath and turned around and walked back to the barn.
We walked over to Jake's truck, put all but one cooler in the back and I walked around and got in on the passenger side. Jake opened his door, looked at me and smirked. "You drove my truck didn't you." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Yes I did. I had to sort of move things closer; I couldn't reach the steering wheel or the pedals. And I adjusted your mirrors too." I watched for some reaction of irritation, but what I got instead was amusement. He started to chuckle as he readjusted the seat before climbing in. "Wow, you did adjust things didn't you, I don't know how you can see out of these mirrors, they are like pointed to the ground." He laughed lightly as he rolled the windows down before he fixed the mirrors so he could see out of them and started the engine and turned the truck around. I put my head back against the seat and closed my eyes.
We pulled up to the house a few minutes later and Jake turned off the truck. I reached for the door to get out but froze when I felt a hand on my arm. I looked at where he was touching me and followed it up until I could see Jake's face. My mouth was dry as I gazed into his eyes.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier." Jake spoke quietly, almost as if he were trying to convince himself that he was sorry. Maybe he was. He turned in his seat and studied me.
His eyes grew dark with something I hadn't seen in a very long time. It sent a hot shiver racing through my body. I knew that look. It was a combination of thirst and hunger. And not for food or water. I silently swallowed and just nodded my head still looking into his dark eyes. He moved closer and at the same time he was gently pulling me towards him to the center of the seat. A million thoughts raced through my head as to why I shouldn't allow him to do this and I couldn't think about a single one clearly.
Jake leaned in even closer and reached out to cup my face in his hand. It felt just like it had the last time he touched me, only this time I felt an electric shock run through me at his touch. His gaze still held mine and without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I surprised myself and sighed against his mouth, closing my eyes but I didn't fight him. He felt so soft, and as I took a breath, his scent assaulted my brain. I was lost. He kissed me again, his lips moving slowly against mine, and damn if mine didn't take him up on the offer and twirled in tune with his. He pulled me closer to him and entwined his hands in my hair pulling just enough to make me gasp into his mouth and in doing so, took the opportunity to slide his tongue between my lips. Our tongues danced gently, giving and taking, exploring, and then the kiss turned hungry. His kiss was intense, demanding. Sexual. And it sent a body thrilling surge of butterflies through my stomach. I couldn't stop; I didn't want to. I wanted this. And I found I craved it… badly. Something clicked inside me and I kissed him back with everything I had, softly moaning in his mouth from the shear passion of it.
It seemed like we had been kissing like this forever, when it had to have been mere minutes. We broke apart far sooner that I was ready to, and quite breathless, he leaned his forehead against mine. I could feel the ragged beating of my heart and hoped he was feeling the same way.
"I should be getting that stuff back for Carlisle or he's gonna give me hell for taking my time." Jake said, still trying to catch his breath. I pulled slightly away from him so we were no longer touching, and I immediately missed the feel of him.
"Mmm, yea, I uh, had better get inside and get things ready for dinner, Esme doesn't it when I am…distracted." I said that last part in a way that I had unconsciously hoped was a seductive voice. Wait. I was trying to be seductive? What the hell was wrong with me? I didn't behave that way; I never have, even when I was with...him. But I just did, and I had just kissed a man I didn't know. And total stranger at that. And I liked it.
I suddenly heard the 4-wheeler coming up the driveway and moved away from Jake to reach for the door once again. I could hear him sigh softly and noted a slight smile graced his lips. I hid mine as I got out of the truck and grabbed the coolers with Jake's help and made my way into the house. Jake climbed back in his truck, started it up and drove to the shop where he preceded to get the tools and lumber he needed to help repair the barn.
Esme had parked the 4-wheeler beside the garage and was already inside when I stopped to take off my boots and entered the kitchen. "Don't you dare say a word Esme," I growled at her. I knew she was going to say something about me and Jake, and I really didn't want to hear it. Esme gave me a look that said she was right, and that I just needed to see it for myself. I knew she had seen the kiss between Jake and I and I was not about to discuss it with her until I had come to terms with it and my feelings about it myself.
I went to the spare room where my clothes were and picked out some clean ones and put them aside and gathered my bath bag to take down stairs to shower. I thought for a moment and decided to just take all of my things down stairs since I figured I was going to be staying down there anyway. I made my way to the bathroom and washed up a bit before getting dinners started. The pie was going to need some time to bake, so I decided I would take my shower while it was in the oven. I took the clothes downstairs and gathered my things so I could take a shower when I was done helping prepare dinner and desert.
Esme had already gotten the steaks out of the freezer earlier in the morning to thaw and had placed them in a marinade. She was chopping vegetables for a salad and had most of the ingredients out on the counter I would need to make the pie.
"You know Bella, Jake is not such a bad catch. I think he likes you." Esme didn't meet my eyes as she spoke, but merely continued preparing the salad. Her hands worked quickly and she transferred the greens to a large bowl, adding the tomatoes, onions, some black beans, and corn to the top. She grabbed a block of cheese and began to shred it as I ignored her comment. I got the flour, baking soda, salt and other ingredients needed to make the pie crust and set them on the table where I would have more room to work. Taking my mind off Esme's comment, I measured, mixed, kneaded and finally rolled out the crusts and set them aside in a pie dish and turned on the oven. I then went about mixing the berries, a bit of sugar and lemon juice together to make the filling. Once that was done, I poured it into the pie shell and placed the top crust on it sealing and fluting the edges. I then took a small rolling lattice cutter and made the criss-cross cut along the top for ventilation, and to make it look appealing.
After Esme finished making her salad, she took her shower and called out that she was heading down to the barn to take the guys some drinks and see how much longer they were going to be, it was nearing dusk and we still had to get dinner made. I put the pie into the oven and answered Esme by telling her I was going downstairs to take my own desperately needed shower.
Opening the door to the basement, I passed through and closed it behind me walking down the dark stairwell. The cool concrete floor was a welcoming feeling to my sore hot feet. I looked around and noticed that things had been arranged a bit differently since the last time I was down here. The ever present open shower was still against the south wall. There was no stall, no curtain, no tile, just a shower head sticking out of the wall next to the toilet and a drain in the floor. It always made me feel so self-conscious every time I took a shower down here; what if someone forgot I was down here showering and saw me? I mean once the water was on, you couldn't hear the door open or the creak of the steps as someone walked down them. The shelving was pushed against the far north wall so it was directly under the kitchen, and the two extra freezers and refrigerator had been moved so they were against the edge of the stairs, creating a more open feeling to the room. The fireplace was located in the center of the room creating an island of sorts and at the top of the fireplace wall there was now a cable that extended from it that ran from the east wall to the west wall of the basement. There was a heavy curtain draped over it shoved to one side so that it separated the two beds that I noticed were also on that side of the room for privacy. Hmm. Two beds. And so close together with nothing but a flimsy curtain to separate them. How convenient. Or rather calculated I surmised; it wasn't done on accident.
I noticed that the bed along the north wall had a black duffle bag on it with a towel draped over the end of the bed. Jake's I assumed. I noted that since I was going to be using the bed along the south wall, Jake would have to pass by my sleeping area if he wanted to use the shower or toilet, which was in plain view of my bed. How interesting that was going to be. The wicked part of my mind was trying to get a few lewd thoughts to come to the surface as I made my notations and I shook my head to try to clear it. We were both adults and we would act like it…right?
I walked over to the bed closest to the south wall and placed my things on it, taking out a pair of denim shorts and a light grey t-shirt along with a matching bra and panty set. My shower items were already in a separate bag and I grabbed it as I headed to the shower. I was confident that no one would be coming down the stairs as Esme was out in the field with Carlisle and Jake, and began taking my work clothes off.
I was so itchy from the hay chaff and dirt, I couldn't wait to get under the hot water and wash it all away. Stepping out of my clothes and tossing them in a pile, I pulled my hair out of the ragged pony tail it was in, took my shampoo and body wash out and turned on the water. I adjusted it so that it wasn't scalding, but still hot. I stood under the spray for a few minutes and let the heat assault my sore back and shoulder muscles. It felt so good. Taking the shampoo from the bag it was in, I poured some into my hand and worked it into my scalp, digging in with my nails to gently massage it. I rinsed the shampoo out and picked up my conditioner, repeating my actions only this time running my fingers through the long tendrils as I untangled it, making sure to work the conditioner clear to the ends and let it sit in my hair while I washed the rest of my body.
I took the body wash and grabbed the loofa sponge that was hanging on the neck of the shower head and applied the soap to it, washing my arms, across the tops of my shoulders, and down the back of my legs. The roughness of the loofa left a tingly feeling on my skin as the water washed away the dirt, chaff and soap. I squeezed some suds into my hands and worked my way down my chest and had fleeting thoughts of Jake standing in the shower with me. I imagined how he would press his body up against my back as he ran his hot soapy hands across my breasts, pinching my nipples. How I would lean my head back onto his shoulder as I arched my back when his hands slipped lower across my flat stomach and reached even lower to touch my hot spot. Dipping them even lower between my wet folds and teasing my entrance, rubbing my throbbing bundle and thrusting his fingers deep inside as he sucked the skin on my neck and held me against his hard body, my backside grinding against his firm erection as he ground back against me, indicating his want, his need, his desire to bend me over and slide himself in deep…
"Holy shit! Uh, sorry, I'm sorry…I didn't hear the water on from upstairs and I didn't think anyone was down here…uh Bella…"
I was startled out of my daydream by a deep voice, and screamed as I tried to cover myself with my hands and turn my back towards the intruder. I reached for my towel and covered myself up as Jake turned his back to me with his hands over his eyes; it wasn't as if he hadn't already gotten a good eyeful, and I wasn't even sure how long he had been standing there before he said anything. I turned off the water and quickly walked back to my bed and pulled the curtain closed behind me.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you how to knock!" I hollered from behind the curtain.
"I'm sorry Bella; really, I just came down here for…well it doesn't matter what I came for. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you while you were umm…busy." I could hear him walk closer to the curtain and was nervous he would try to push it aside.
"Don't come any closer. Please, just go back upstairs and forget about it. I just want to get changed and get dinner on the table." He had seen me naked already, what did it matter now if he pushed it aside?
"Bella," he let out a long sigh. "I really am sorry. Please, don't be upset with me, I…I didn't see…you...uh...anything." His stammering wasn't really helping, but I could tell it was sincere. "I'm, uh, am going back upstairs now. Bella, again, I am really sorry."
I stood there behind the curtain and could hear him sigh and shift his weight from foot to foot as I guessed he was debating whether or not to push the drape aside. The naughty part of me hoped he would, the sensible part of me knew he wouldn't.
He finally decided to leave and I felt my body get heavy and hit the edge of the bed as I sat down. I closed my eyes and thought back to what had just happened. My mind took over what it wanted me to see.
I was startled by a deep voice and stood in shock as I stared at the man standing there, unable to move, my own fingers still pressed against my folds, the water running over my now fevered flesh. I was too far into my fantasy to stop, so I continued to rub slowly, staring deep into Jake's eyes mirroring his lust with my own. I watched as he swallowed heavily and licked his lips, his fingers twitching now and then as if he wanted to touch me, caress me, claim me. I half closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm building and moved my fingers faster, pumping them in and out and twirling them around my swollen nub. My breathing shallow and fast as a moan escaped my lips and my hips bucked against my hand, my other twisting my nipples bringing me that much closer to my undoing. Jake's eyes grew dark and his own breathing increased deeply as he took a step closer, I could tell he wanted to touch me.
"You going to ju…ust stand there," I moaned, "and watch me or d...do you wah…want to help?" I gasped at him. I couldn't believe I had said that to him, where was this behavior coming from? This wasn't me. But I wanted him. I had a taste of him when he kissed me earlier; I wanted more, and right now. I wanted to feel his hands, his mouth, his hard cock on and in my body. It had been far, far too long. Jake moved so that he was now in the water with me, his hands trembling at the sight of me touching myself. I could tell how seeing me like this affected him, his jeans did little to hide his need. I could see the outline of his erection and now and then it would slightly twitch under the fabric. He reached out and pressed his hand against my free breast and pinched a nipple, eliciting another gasp from my open mouth.
My eyes closed as I felt the warmth of his touch on my skin and sucked in a breath as I felt his mouth replace his fingers. He wrapped a hand around the small of my back and pulled me to him, both of us under the water and his clothes now soaked. I took my hand from my breast and entwined it in Jake's hair, pulling him as close as I could, and threw my head back with a soft moan. His tongue tasting and flicking my sensitive nipples. His free hand made its way down my stomach, to rest over the top of mine, pressing his fingers in time with mine. I removed my hand from between my legs and put my arm around his shoulders for balance as he grabbed my leg and hiked it up so that it was now wrapped around his waist, giving him greater access to my slick heat. One finger slid in, then two, and his palm rubbed up against the sensitive nerve bundle that was begging to be stroked. He rubbed slow long circles as he pumped his fingers in and out, making my legs weak and my body lean heavily into his. I felt the pressure building and bucked my hips against his hand harder and he pumped his fingers harder with his thumb now flicking across my sensitive bud. He bit my neck gently and that was all it took for me to lose myself to his touch as my orgasm washed over my body tingling from my toes to my scalp.
I heard Jake's footsteps going up the stairs and it was then that I realized something and it scared me.
Oh my god…I was falling for Jake.
Suddenly, I wasn't so sure I wanted to be alone.
~*TCoJB*~
