Disclaimer-A/N: All Things Twilight belong to the Awesome Stephenie Meyer. Bella and Edward's relationship is run by goldentempress and I simply like playing with Jacob . . .
Impromptu Wine bar belongs to Seattle ;)
Oh, and just for those of you who were confused, this is not in any way, shape or form a slash fic….it is a E/B & A/J-A/J fic, and there will be no infidelity on Edward's part, it's OOC, but not that much. That being said, enjoy……
Work, Wine & Dessert
APOV
I looked at the clock and realized what time it was. Thinking about Bella gave me the urge to call and confirm our plans. It was girl's night. I didn't have that long to sit around and waste time thinking about things I shouldn't really be thinking about to begin with. I was so glad no one could hear my thoughts; that would just be awkward.
I picked up the phone and dialed Bella's number. I sang along quietly to the mesmerizing voice of Caleb Followill singing Use Somebody, as I waited for Bella to pick up.
"Hey Ali," I could hear the false notes of cheerful tones in Bella's voice as she answered. I knew that sound, she was having a fight with Edward. I wasn't going to ask right now because I knew it would be uncomfortable for her if Edward were there, I would just wait and push for information tonight.
"Bella, we still on for drinks tonight?" I sang merrily, trying to keep my voice upbeat.
"God I hope so,"
I giggled on the other end of the phone. This was going to be a tipsy Bella evening I could just feel it. This meant I would be supplying the abundant amounts of alcohol as Bella talked. I wouldn't have to push after all.
"Stupid husbands, such a pain in the ass," she groaned, which only made me laugh even harder. I was guessing he wasn't home. Bella never really grumbled too much while he was there.
"Ok Bells, meet you at the usual, nine-thirty okay?" I asked dropping the subject for now.
"Perfect," she answered, donning the "everything's fine" tone in her voice again.
"See ya then chick!" I sang keeping the merry pretense in my voice. All the while, my mind was calculating just how bad her day had been. It didn't matter, even if I did have a meeting with Jacob tonight, Bella was my priority.
I hung up the phone and dialed Jacob's number, I had to make the invitation open ended with him for tonight because I didn't want to put a time limit on my night out with Bella. It had been a week since I'd last seen her. I knew we'd have plenty to talk about, we always did.
"Hey Shorty." Jacob's husky voice said down the line with a chuckle. I rolled my eyes at the nickname; he was the six foot seven monster that towered over every normal human; I fit in perfectly.
"Hey Jake, listen, Bella and I are going for drinks tonight, you know how that goes." I giggled gently. "Can I call you when I leave?"
Jacob barked out a laugh before composing himself. He did know, we'd always been like this, even in college. "Sure, Sure."
"What's the matter with you?" I asked frowning into the phone. It hadn't been that funny. To be honest, I'd never heard Jacob acting so . . . well, downright giddy.
"I'll talk to you later, just go have fun." He mused, chuckling.
"K, bye," I hung up the phone and stared at it like it had sprung arms and legs and tried to struggle from my grasp. Jacob was a naturally happy guy, but that was just ridiculous.
I packed up everything before I shut down my office for the night, and headed out; I needed to take a shower before I met Bella tonight. I had been at Couture since six this morning.
I made my way home quickly, pulling my canary yellow Porsche into the spot reserved for my apartment. I stood at the elevator and pushed on it with persistence as I waited. Yes, I was one of those people. The building was quiet, but that was nothing new, most of the people who lived outside of the city but worked in the city, owned condos here, and Thursday night, most of them left for early weekends.
Must be nice, I sighed.
I stepped onto my floor and sighed as I pushed my door open after unlocking it. I hated my empty condo at times; it was so devoid of anything warm. I hardly spent time there, it looked like a show home; all of the furniture had clean lines and the décor was contemporary.
It wasn't a home; it was a place to lay my head. My room was the only thing in the entire square footage that reflected me, because I spent most of my time in there.
I had pictures on every surface and the art I wanted on my walls, the colors were warm and the furniture was homely. I lived alone, without so much as a cat. There was never any need to use the rest of the condo.
I bypassed the living room and kitchen and went straight to my room; pulling off my clothes and throwing them in the hamper I kept in the closet. I turned on the water to the shower and stepped in. The hot water pounded against my skin relaxing every muscle in my body, it was heavenly and I almost regretted turning the water off when I did.
I stepped out and pulled on underwear I knew Jacob would appreciate before clothing myself in my high fashion garb, and applying my make up. I styled my short hair to its usual style and stared at my reflection. Maybe I should grow my hair out. I hadn't had long hair since my freshman year in high school; maybe it was time for a change.
I glanced around my room before pulling on my Manolo's and heading for the door. I really was kind of pathetic; maybe I should get a goldfish or something.
Ignoring my own last comment, I made my way to Impromptu Wine Bar Café and found a table in a quiet corner. I knew Bella would want to talk, so I tried to keep it relatively low key without it being completely out of the atmosphere.
I sat patiently keeping my eyes on the door so I could wave her down when she arrived. I liked our weekly meetings. I had lived with Bella for so long in college, I missed seeing her every day. We talked about anything and everything and she understood me.
My eyes moved around the crowd slowly. I was looking for anything with potential, but they all seemed to be middle-aged businessmen in cheap suits, drinking cheap wine. It just reminded me of my ex, and that was the biggest turn off I could imagine. This was obviously not the holy land I had hoped it would be.
Bella arrived shortly after I had given up on the male specimens in the bar. Every male eye in the bar turned and watched as she grinned at me through the sea of people. The grin was genuine but I could see something was bothering her. She was like an open book sometimes.
"Hey Bella." I jumped from my perch on the stool and wrapped my arms around her. "You look gorgeous. How's tricks?"
"Eh, don't ask, I just need a drink right now" she said pushing herself onto the stool and picking up the drink menu. "How's work?"
I waved down a waiter and he nodded in my direction.
"Busy, the designers all want to be in this issue, it's the last one before spring fashion week and they all want the spotlight." I said waving my hand around exasperated. "How's Edward?"
"He's studying with her again, I can't wait until they take this damn exam so I can get my husband back." Bella said impatiently, I knew she was referring to the strawberry blonde that enjoyed making comments at Bella's expense. I had never had the pleasure of meeting her, but the woman seemed to ooze bitch, it was obvious in some of her cattier comments. "Although, when I get home tonight, I'm not so sure he'll be happy to see me."
"Bella, you'd be a fool to think that man wasn't always happy to see you, everyone sees the way he looks at you." I said encouragingly, hoping that she would listen. Edward adored Bella; you only had to be in the same room as them to get that. His eyes lit up as soon as she entered the room and followed her until she left again.
"Yeah, you just see him when he's on his best behavior . . ."
"What do you mean?"
"We got in this stupid fight today, you know how much I hate Thursdays, and he was acting like a baby when he got home." She shook her head in exasperation. "I yelled at him about the socks thing again, and he got all turned on, seriously Alice, I only get sex from him lately when I pick a fight with him. And I barely got that today."
"I'm sorry honey, I know how frustrating that must be, but you know how difficult it is the first couple of years at the hospital." I said empathizing. "I'm not picking sides sweetheart, but do you think being home alone all day is getting to you?"
Bella sat back as the waiter brought our wine and a glass for Bella. He placed them in the center of the table and smiled at me before rushing away to serve the newest customers. Bella poured herself some wine and took a sip.
"I really do, I hate being so bitter and I feel bad when I get mad at him, but between Bailey ignoring me, and him being cranky when he comes home, I just can't help it."
"Have you told him this, how you feel? Or do you do what you always do and keep it inside until it becomes too much?" Bella was almost as self-suffering as a martyr at times; she never put herself first. She took a couple more sips from her glass before answering.
"I tried to," Bella said honestly, taking another sip of her wine. "But then he kept throwing the fact that Esme was a housewife in my face, I hate it when he does that."
She poured us both another glass of wine and took another extended sip from her glass. I couldn't believe how upset she was about this. She'd been here less than five minutes and was on her second glass of wine.
"I have been trying to talk to him lately, but he just tunes me out and nods, but I know he's not really listening . . ."
"He uses his mother as an example?" I couldn't get over that, and it seemed like quite a low blow. Edward's mom was an amazing woman, but no man should compare his wife to his mother. It's a standard no woman can live up to. Look at the dictionary for the definition of Stepford wife, and Esme Cullen's picture would be smiling back at you.
"Yeah, because we all know how perfect she is, perfect housewife, perfect architect . . . blah, blah, blah, I'm not his damn mother." Bella rubbed her forehead in frustration, confirming my own sarcastic remark. All I could do was smile sympathetically; I had no idea how to deal with that; I had never been married.
"I keep trying to keep up with my writing, but between all of the housework and trying to keep him entertained when he's in a good mood, I have barely made it past chapter five."
"Bella, you're writing is what defines you, you love to write. Have you tried to set aside some time for yourself? I mean, I know that you barely see him; maybe if the dishes weren't done for once he'd get the idea. He'd understand how much you take away from yourself to keep the house in order." I couldn't imagine Edward ever being that guy, but it seemed that when the lights go out and you're not in the spotlight, things change. "You staying home was always his idea. I can't believe he'd expect this much from you."
"I know, and I told him that, I told him I just need something to keep myself busy; something that's mine, but then he brings up the trust fund and then the fact that we still don't know his residency assignment and he always talks me out of going after anything."
"Do you want me to try and get you something at the magazine?" I asked. I knew that some of the staff writers were moving on to bigger things. Couture was a largely visual publication. No serious writer would stay on staff for too long, but it could be just the ticket to get Bella out of the house.
The waiter slid another bottle of wine onto our table and disappeared again.
"Are they looking for any print editors? I mean, you know how much I like my little red pen . . ."
"I'm sure we could find something. I think . . . and I may be wrong, but I think that the book editor is taking an offer with the Seattle times. Would you be interested in that? It's not the greatest literature, but it's something."
"You know what, I think right now, that getting me out of the house and surrounding myself with adults again will help me put things into perspective."
"Let me talk to Suzanna tomorrow. I can arrange a meeting. She's the features editor; the books fall under her category, so she can hook you up."
Bella grinned widely and I could see the cogs in her mind turning. "If it's not too much trouble, I think it might actually be good to get into the professional world. I know I don't have much practical experience, but I'm a quick learner."
"Bella, your too good for the job, but I just think the environment might be good for you." And it was true; she spent all day, every day cleaning the already clean house. That alone would be enough to drive me insane, but having no one to talk to . . . I would fall apart.
"And I could see my friend some more too." She said winking her eye and almost giggling.
"We could do lunch everyday instead of once a week. You could play with the male models too. It's the best part of my day." I grinned.
"I'm not so sure Edward would like that, but it never hurts to look . . ."
"Hey, I can appreciate a look but don't touch policy. You know I have high moral standards."
"Yeah, Alice, your morals are so high you won't even kiss and tell."
"Hey, what can I say, I'm not willing to share. I know a good thing when I got it!" I smiled what I knew must have looked like a tight smile. I hated lying to Bella, but I couldn't tell her about Jacob, not yet anyway.
"Seriously? You have been seeing this guy for how long, and you still won't tell me his name." She pouted, her eyes on her glass as she swirled her wine around inside of it.
"Honestly, Bella, I don't see a relationship forming between us. We're both lonely and it's just sex." That was the whole, honest to god truth. Jacob and I were having sex. Period. Nothing more was there other than friendship.
"You get more sex that I do. Hell, Bailey probably gets more sex than I do." Bella pouted, pushing out her bottom lip.
I stifled a giggle at my best friend and gave her an encouraging smile. I could see her seriously considering taking the job, and that thrilled me.
Bella was a perpetual thinker and I could see her focusing on everything behind her unfocused eyes. She was working this to her advantage, her working would probably make Edward react, and Edward reacting would mean more sex.
"Oh god," her head fell into her hands, she shook her head once and looked up at me. Terror and amusement painted her face. "What the hell am I supposed to tell him if she does offer me something?"
"Tell him the truth. That you can't sit in the house doing nothing all day. It's destroying you and it's destroying your relationship. You could actually get some writing done in the office. Nobody would know the difference. The atmosphere might even help."
"At this point I might not even tell him, he's gone so much anyways, maybe I will just see if I like it and then tell him about it later."
"That would work." I said giggling playfully.
Bella blew out a lungful of air and filled our glasses again. I was beginning to think it was the equivalent to a nervous twitch.
"What can he say? You're a grown woman, highly educated to boot."
"Yeah, he always did like the look of me in a suit, something about a librarian fantasy."
"Interesting thought, but you could wear a trash bag and you would look hot Bella. If that's what it takes though, at least you'll get laid."
"This afternoon was the first time in over a week," Bella sighed, I fought to keep my mouth shut. "And I had to drop the 'f' word to get him to do it, because the condom box was empty."
I rolled my eyes. Edward could be such a stubborn ass. "What is with him and that word? Does he get hot and bothered when you stub your damn toe?" I giggled.
The waiter appeared with another bottle of wine and a glass. He set it down in front of Bella. "Miss, the man at the bar asked me to bring you this drink. He also asked me to pass along this note." The waiter handed Bella a napkin before strolling away. Classy!
"That's just weird, what does it say?" I asked looking at the creepy guy at the bar, he wasn't terribly unfortunate in the looks department, but I knew his type. James was one of these guys.
"Um," Bella span the small piece of paper in her hand, the writing was obviously disastrous. "It's a phone number, obviously his, and underneath is a hotel and a room number. Oh my god Alice, I think I just got solicited for a one night stand."
I laughed at my best friends enthusiasm. I couldn't even understand it; she had a husband to go home to; sex or no sex it was a warm body. This was my life, weeding out sleazes from genuine guys. It was a nightmare and as much as I liked my freedom, sometimes being single was a living hell.
The man's eyes were transfixed on Bella's giddy behavior, and I could see him calculating his odds in his sick little mind. This wouldn't end well.
"He obviously didn't see the rock yet, or he's just one of those . . ." Bella continued not noticing the man's eyes transfixed to her every movement.
"He's looking at you, I think he wants a lot more than a one night stand, and I doubt he can even see your hand from the bar; it's buried in your hair." I laughed nodding at her left hand. I let my eyes wander back to the bar, but the guy was already out of his seat and heading towards us. "Oh shit; heads up he's coming over."
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
"You want me to take care of this?" I'd definitely had my fair share of fools. I could effectively take care of this idiot. I could see the drunken haze surrounding him already.
"I don't know, maybe we should see what he wants, this could be entertaining."
I rolled my eyes . . . entertaining? Drunken men with a taste for lust are never 'entertaining.' They had the potential to be dangerous and their hands seeming had minds of their own.
The man stumbled to the table, his hand gripped tightly around the edge as he steadied himself as leaned in to Bella. I could smell the alcohol clearly from my side of the table. The guy was toasted.
"Evening ladies." He slurred, a greasy smile forming over his thin lips.
"Um, thanks for the drink." Bella said holding up the glass he'd sent over.
"No problem beautiful, did you get the note?" He leaned closer into Bella and I could see his eyes roaming to her breasts. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened as she realized what he was doing.
"Whoa guy, eyes up top." I whispered in amazement and Bella shifted uncomfortably.
"Yeah, maybe you could explain it to me." She said grinning deviously. She wanted to make the guy squirm but he was way past eloquence. "Do you live in a hotel?"
The guy looked nervous and ran his hand along the back of his neck. Then his eyes got hungry. "I'm only in town for this week, and you look like someone I would enjoy screwing."
Wow, there's the line, and oh, he sure as shit just crossed it. What a moron, did he honestly believe he was charming?
"Not so sure my husband would enjoy that." Bella smiled and flashed the ring on her left hand.
He mumbled something under his breath. The ass then turned to me, appraising me up and down as though I was a side of beef. "How about you sweet cheeks?"
"You're fucking kidding right?" I scowled; I couldn't believe this guy's audacity. Bella giggled quietly as I rolled my eyes in disgust. "With the state you're in I doubt you could find your dick."
"You're feisty, I bet you're fun in bed." He purred, licking his lips as he swayed towards me.
"You can leave now, asshole." I spat, my voice as cold as ice so he knew I meant it, I raised my eyebrows in disgust.
Bella laughed harder and threw her hand over her mouth. He looked between us both before standing up.
"Bitches," he muttered as he walked away. We both watched the asshole stumble back to his stool at the bar. I snorted and took a sip of my wine.
"Oh my god, what a creep." Bella said, her eyes wide with amusement and surprise.
"Yeah, liquid courage isn't known for its romanticism."
"Thank god I don't have to date anymore, I don't know how you do it." Bella said catching her breath and pouring us another glass.
"Yeah; it sucks, but you get the occasional good guys. Not everyone is a James."
Bella shook her head at the memory of my last serious boyfriend. James was still very much in the bad books of every one of my friends. Every single one of them would have happily castrated him.
"I'm so glad you kicked him, I would have if you hadn't." she shook her head once more in disgust. "What an ass."
"It's just my luck," I sighed taking a big sip of my wine. "You remember Mike senior year?"
"Yeah,"
Mike had been my steady boyfriend most of my senior year. He'd also been screwing the rest of the cheerleading squad. Bella hadn't heard the rumors and no one had given anything away. I went through half the year oblivious to his extra curricular activities.
"So, did James ever marry that crazy girl from Vogue?"
"I try to avoid him as much as I can. I'm in a different department now, so I'm not forced to see him . . . thank god." I had a friend in the marketing department, Sarah, who would call me when James had an appointment. She'd seen exactly what he'd done to me.
I had never even spoken to her about the situation, but every three months she would send me an email or call me letting me know he was in town. I sent her a huge Christmas present every year since.
"I swear; if I ever see that douche, I will rip him a new one." Bella attempted a growl.
"He's not worth our time. I think I disabled his ability to father children so we should be safe on that front. I like to pretend he doesn't exist."
"Yeah, we don't need any of his spawn running around." She sighed, I could almost see the change of topic in her eyes as something occurred to her. "Speaking of spawn, are you coming to Rosalie's shower?"
"Of course I am. I can't believe she's getting so big." I said thinking of the last time I had seen our friend. Her perfect body was still perfect, but there was a very obvious bump.
"I know, it's bizarre, but not quite as bizarre as watching my brother talk to the baby bump."
"Emmett's going to be a great dad." I giggled; the bear of a man could be very emotional at times. "He's just a big kid at heart."
"Yeah, I'm actually kind of looking forward to being an aunt."
"So, when are you and Edward going to start trying?" I asked, immediately regretting it; I knew the wine must have been getting to me. She'd told me earlier that Edward was still using protection.
"Oh god, not you too, Esme already attacked me with that one." She said, playing with the base of her wine glass and sliding it across the table in sweeping motions. "He is still paranoid about it, like I told you, the second the condom box empties, he won't even touch me."
"Well, maybe you should explain that to Esme."
"Yeah, cause Esme Cullen would love for me to tell her how I beg her son for sex. Or better yet, how he only seems to get turned on when I yell at him." She shook her head again. "That would go over well."
"God, I'm so sorry. I may not get sex all the time; there may even be large spans of time without it, but I can't imagine what you're feeling. Do you feel rejected or frustrated?"
"A little of both I guess. Although I have taken to relieving the 'frustration' myself if he's being difficult." She said using air quotes for emphasis on her frustration.
"Ugh, remind me never to date a doctor. There has to be some way to get you out of this funk. Seriously, I think you should consider that position at Couture."
"I know, it's looking better the more we talk about it." She sighed and looked up at me. "Maybe then he'd appreciate me a little more if I wasn't at his beck and call."
"I think it would definitely open his eyes a little." I pushed gently.
"You know what, lets do it, he can pick up his own dishes for once, I'm done being little housewife Bella."
I clapped my hands at her renewed enthusiasm. "Come into the office tomorrow. I will set a meeting up in the morning."
"Should I wear a suit, or is that out in the world of fashion?"
I could feel the smile growing on my lips and the energy flowing within me. "Come made up; we'll whisk you through the magic closet when you get there."
"Oh god, not again." She said wide-eyed.
"I promise, I'll be gentle." I begged.
"Isn't it enough that I traded up to Banana Republic?"
"I get free reign, come on. How often can you pick up a free designer outfit? We have a beautiful Donna Karen range. You'll love it."
"Fine, I guess I can be Bella Barbie for some DK." She grinned relenting.
"Excellent, I promise, it will take ten minutes." I clapped my hands together in sweet victory. I loved any excuse to rifle through the closet, I made sure to visit twice a day to make sure I hadn't missed a new sample. I was a fashion hog, and I never apologized.
"So, you seeing Mr. Publishing sex god tonight?"
I cringed, if she actually knew who he was she'd be . . . well, I didn't know how she would react. "Actually, I am. He asked me to call him; so I'll probably hit him up after I leave here."
"Yeah, I'm sure you will hit him up." She said winking playfully.
"You have no idea." I laughed almost sighing at the thought of release tonight. Jacob was amazing at helping me reach that, his big hands, his muscular back, his big . . . I shuddered gently in anticipation.
"I ran into Jacob today, literally."
"Jacob? Jacob Black?" Holy crap was that too obvious? She knows he works in my building. I willed my heart to start beating normally again as I kept the interested look in my face.
"Yeah, I looked horrifying. He made me follow him around Target."
"I miss him; we were such good friends while you and Edward got close." I didn't have to miss him, but it seemed like a natural thing to say.
"I was so glad you were there to look out for him."
"He's a nice guy, always has been." I smiled.
"So do you see him in the building that often?" she asked pouring another glass for us both. "He told me he runs into you from time to time."
"Occasionally in the elevator, but not much around that. We're both so busy." I felt terrible about lying, but I couldn't let her know.
"So, what are you doing on Sunday?" She asked changing the subject.
"Sunday? Nothing, Why?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to join us for dinner, Edward actually has the day off."
"Are you sure you don't want him to yourself?"
"I think I might need a buffer, especially if tomorrow goes well." She grinned conspiratorially.
"Okay, I would love to."
"Great."
"What time do you want me there?"
"Seven-ish."
"Perfect." I said looking down at our now crowded table. "Holy crap, we've gotten through six bottles of wine."
"Oh man," Bella groaned playfully. "I'm gonna feel this tomorrow. What time is it?"
"Almost one," I answered looking at my watch.
"Ugh, I should probably get a cab, Edward is probably back from the library by now."
"I should hope so." I grinned, as I gave the waiter my credit card.
"Should I tell him about the creepy guy?" she asked giggling. Drinking the last of the wine in her glass.
"It might give him some introspect. I'd hate to think he takes you for granted."
"He'd probably try to come find him, he does have a little bit of a jealous streak."
I laughed at her serious face. "The guys only here for a week." I said rolling my eyes. "You don't have to tell him the hotel and room number,"
"No, I meant he would probably try to come find him tonight." She said visualizing it in her mind. "Although that would probably be kind of hot to see him that mad."
"The guy will be long gone by the time he gets back here; do it to watch him squirm. He deserves to know how desirable you are."
"Very true," Bella laughed, flicking her hair over her shoulder playfully. "Maybe I will have to pull out that nightgown you got me for my bridal shower."
"Oh the lacy number?" I said laughing. I remembered her face when she'd opened it.
"He always used to like it when I woke him up in the middle of the night."
"Try that, try something, Bella. You're miserable."
"Hmm, ok, maybe I really should get home now before my buzz wears off."
I jumped off my stool and threw my arms around my best friend. I hoped she found some remedy to her problem. I knew how passionate her relationship had been with Edward throughout college. I also knew that these were probably the creases of marriage that they needed to iron out.
"See you tomorrow."
"Bright and early." Bella said hugging me back tightly before heading out for a cab. I signed the credit slip and headed out into the night.
I left the bar feeling a little tipsy. Six bottles of wine later and I was amazed I was still coherent. Knowing I would be at Bella's for dinner this weekend cheered me up a little. I knew she craved human interaction as much as I did with Edward being so distracted with his work.
I pulled my phone from my purse and scrolled down to Jacob's number. I was horny from the alcohol and feeling a little lonely after saying goodbye to Bella. I held the phone to my ear and walked as it rang.
"Alice," his voice purred.
"Jacob," I smiled, I felt warm inside. "You wanna come over?"
"Be right there." Jacob chuckled. I could feel my toes already curling at the thought of this man taking me. Damn Wine.
"K' I'm on my way."
"You're not home yet?" he asked, a small tinge of concern coloring his tone.
"Jake, stop being such an old woman. I am two blocks from the condo. I'm perfectly capable of walking . . ." Or stumbling in this case. " . . . Home, I'll be fine. "
"Okay, I'll see you in five." I could hear the resigned smile in Jacob's voice.
"Good," I giggled, speeding up my steps. "I'm feeling a little frisky."
Jacob's loud laughter filled the earpiece as I smiled at his reaction. I snapped my phone shut and made my way to my building.
It didn't take me long to get there and just before I got into the lobby my phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out and looked at the caller ID.
"Bella?" I asked a little concerned.
"I'm home, I just wanted to make sure you made it alright."
"I'm in the lobby." I laughed, pushing the call button for the elevator, like I had OCD.
"K, I'm going to bed, see you tomorrow." She whispered.
"See you tomorrow." I laughed and snapped my phone shut.
I still had the smile plastered to my face as the elevator dinged and opened. Jacob, oddly enough, only lived the next building over and I saw his large tanned frame jogging through the lobby towards the elevator and I stuck my foot out to stop the doors closing.
He hopped in, wearing jeans and a button down shirt with the buttons open down his chest. I couldn't keep my eyes from the slight but understated muscles that bunched there.
In a moment of complete weakness, I ran my fingers over the skin as I looked up into his warm brown eyes. He was smiling at me with a cocky grin that would have normally bothered me, but tonight it fueled my quest to remove the loneliness.
His hands gripped my ass and hoisted me up against his body. My legs tightly wound around his narrow waist as my lips crashed against his. I enjoyed kissing Jacob, but there was no passion behind it, just pure sexual lust. His tongue danced across my bottom lip and I parted my lips, grinding my core into his stomach, for friction.
Jacob spun us around and pressed my body up against the elevator wall as his hands grasped at the hair at the back of my neck. I knew he could feel just how hot I was for him in this moment. I sure as shit felt how ready he was.
The doors dinged again before sliding open. Jacob pulled me into his chest and walked towards my door, as his tongue explored the dark dampness of my mouth. There would be no foreplay needed tonight, I was aching for him and I could feel just how ready he was.
I rummaged around in my bag for the keys and pulled them out. Jacob dropped me to my feet and I fumbled with the key, struggling to get it into the lock.
"Fuck!"
"Alice, here let me." Jacob took the keys and unlocked the door quickly all the while his lips were assaulting my neck as my entire front was pressed against the door. One of his knees was between my slightly parted legs sliding along my wetness creating amazing friction. I moaned lightly and his throbbing member almost pulsed against my back with anticipation.
The door fell open and I stumbled inside, spinning to face Jacob. I pulled the keys from the door and he pushed it closed and turned the lock as I backed away from him. I dropped my keys and purse to the ground and began undressing myself as I smirked and backed towards my bedroom.
I dropped my sweater to the ground and let my hands find the button to my skirt. Jacob's eyes were focused on my breasts as he unbuttoned his own shirt, and dropped it to the ground. My skirt slid down my legs and pooled around my feet as I stepped out of it.
Jacob's eyes widened in his lust as he pulled at the buttons of his pants, he kicked off his shoes and let his pants pool around his ankles. As he lifted a foot out he pulled off his socks and dropped them into the line of clothes behind him.
I lifted my leg to unbuckle my shoe, but Jacob shook his head. "You're keeping those on."
I ran my tongue across my lips and stepped into my room, followed closely by Jacob. He gathered me into his arms and lowered me onto the bed. I could see exactly how turned on he was by the bulge in his boxers.
His lips crashed against mine and I let my hands wander down to the waistband of his boxers. I needed a release; I needed him to take me.
Jacob kicked his boxers to the floor and kneeled at the edge of the bed. I unhooked my bra and let it drop off the side of the bed as he slid my panties down my legs. He moved over me, his knees between my own. I could feel his hardness nudging at my wet lips.
I nodded towards the nightstand where I kept my condoms and Jacob nodded, pulling one out and sheathing himself. He repositioned himself at my entry and smiled as he teased me.
I rolled my eyes and he plunged into me. He filled me completely and my back arched into his chest. My legs bent and pushed me towards him as my breath came in small spurts of glorious pleasure. Jacob found his rhythm and rocked into me, grunting loudly.
I lifted my hips to meet his as he thrust into me, one leg hooking over his hip, as the heel of my Manolo dug into his skin. The euphoria was swimming around inside of me. I grasped the sheets in my fingers as I held on for dear life. Jacob pushed himself all the way into me and I fell over the edge. My body quivering and gripping him tightly as he slowed to the pleasure it afforded him. My toes curled into the shoes as the orgasm rocked me.
As my body slowed he picked up his pace again and drove harder into me. The sweat pooled on our skin as we met one another's thrusts. I knew Jacob's endurance during sex; I also had become accustomed to his faces. He was close.
I found his lips with my own and bit down on his lower lip knowing it would send him over the edge. His entire body tensed and quivered around me as he pulsated inside of me.
He collapsed against me and our damp bodies slapped gently as they came into contact. Jacob knew how to make me cum easily and as he'd reached his climax, I could feel another building inside of me.
I knew what was missing between us; there was no love, or passion. Just sexual desire, it was a need to fulfill the most animalistic need - to cave to our bodies cravings. However, it was also completely and utterly enjoyable, we were just never synchronized with one another.
Jacob pulled himself from me and disappeared into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I was too tired and drunk to do much of anything. I curled into the covers and waited for him to come back. There were times we liked to go for round two.
Jacob crawled into bed and pulled my back against his chest. This was customary with us. We often slept platonically like that in college. I could hear his breathing evening out as the high of the euphoria finally expelled from my body.
"I bumped into Bella today." He whispered almost tenderly into my ear.
"She mentioned it." I said yawning and adjusted my head on his arm.
"Best sex you ever had huh?" he purred into my ear.
Fuck! And Fuck again. I should have known! I couldn't blame Bella for saying something because it's how our group had always operated. Jacob wasn't stupid, and I would never live this down.
"Yeah, and?" was my brilliant comeback. Why bother denying it. He knew it was the truth.
"It's quite a compliment."
"Don't let it go to your head Jake," I laughed playfully. "If it gets any bigger you'll be top heavy."
He pulled me a little tighter to his chest and kissed my hair tenderly. What the hell was he doing? It was almost borderline affection and that was never part of our little arrangement; not that we spoke about it much.
"Cut it out, Jake."
"You've never thought about it?"
"About what?" I asked knowing, but hoping I was wrong.
"Us." He whispered almost hopefully.
"Jake, there is no us." I said gently, stroking the arm of his that was wrapped around my waist. "We're friends, we'll always be friends, but there will never be anything more. You know I love you, but I'll never be in love with you."
Jacob chuckled once and flexed his arms around me. "You're probably right. No reason to make this weird. I like our arrangement."
I laughed. "Me too. You are after all the best sex I ever had!"
Jacob rolled me over and worked his knee in between my thighs, causing a warm friction to pull the ache once again to the forefront. I felt him harden against my hips as I moaned gently; it was a round two night, and Jacob leaned to the nightstand to get another condom.
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I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. The indent of his head was still on the pillow next to me, so I fluffed it once and placed it back in his place smiling.
I crawled out of bed to clean up the slew of clothes strew across my living room floor. My head was pounding a little and my body ached a little. I stretched out the kinks in my back and turned to grab my robe from the chair.
I rolled my eyes and laughed when I saw all of my clothes folded neatly in a pile on the chair. Jacob never left any evidence of himself but the pillow. He was like a phantom at times.
I jumped in the shower instead and got ready for work. I still had a meeting to set up for Bella and I needed to get some coffee. The wine was really making my head throb.
After an amazing night, this had the potential to be a bad day . . .
A/N: Ah Jacob, Naked in a bed, I am a bad, bad woman!! What can I say, Alice was lonely and horny and she had someone to remedy that little problem. Jacob was just the guy.
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