Third Rule
Avoid doing any "boyfriend/girlfriend-like" activities. Boyfriends/girlfriends are required to do thoughtful, courteous things. You are not. Boyfriends/girlfriends are required to put their needs aside sometimes to accommodate yours. Booty callers are not.
Warning: This means no shopping, no help moving, and no rides to or from the airport or any other thoughtful actions. Hanging out and not having sex is unacceptable. It could be as simple as watching a baseball game, golfing or going on a weekend ski trip—realise that the minute you start hanging out you start getting to know each other. Getting to know each other, leads to feelings for one another. This is bad. Very bad.
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Throwing myself on my bed I shoved my head into my pillow. God, I hated this. I bet Leah was nursing that motherfuckers head in her lap right now. Brushing her hand across his face, making sure his jaw wasn't shattered.
I hoped it was. That meant no kissing and no tongue fucking leading to the inevitable.
Grumbling into the pillow I flipped on my back and stared at the ceiling. The paint was chipping in the corners and it would probably be a good idea to buy a can of paint and strip it back. Maybe I could paint the ceiling black like my mood and my heart or maybe a baby blue. Baby blue like the pansy ass way I was acting. Perhaps a few tiny baby booties to go with my whining.
What happened to the kick ass Jacob Black who'd kiss the shit out of girls and had no problems about talking to them like a cocky asshole? What the hell had changed?
Ruffling my hair I sighed. Something had changed alright. I noticed Leah. Damnit! Why couldn't I just stop thinking about her? Go down to Forks and pick up one of those girls who would ogle me outside the coffee shop. What the hell was her name...? Janice... Joanne... Ohhh Jessica that was her name. She had nice tits and a cute smile.
Stupid!
"Jacob?" came a soft voice and a tap at my door. I snapped my head to the door as it slowly slid open. "Hey-" she said softly closing the door and walking over to the bed. Tapping my side I moved over and made room for her, even though I did glumly.
See - before my infatuation with her I could do this. I could do this as a friend, a best friend, without getting a giant boner. But with her scent so close, and her head tucked up under my arm, it was now a whole different story. My fucking jeans were just about tights and I felt like if she made any movements I was going to flip her and ravish her.
"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be with Xavier." I gruffed, totally pissed that she was talking to him again. It was only today she was calling him a donkey fucker. She should have been blind with rage instead of letting him whisper shit in her ear. As creepy as it sounds, her ears were mine! Mine to whisper in, mine to nip, and mine to love, not his. Yeah, they were just ears, but like I said - they were mine.
"Xavier went to the hospital, you broke his jaw," she breathed softly, stretching out on the bed and letting one of her legs drape over my jean covered one.
"Good," I huffed, kicking my shoes off by hooking my heel on the end of the bed. My whole body was heating up and I knew that if I got my feet to cool down, maybe all the heat in my crotch would start to dissipate.
"What do you mean good?" Leah questioned, turning to her side and propping up on an elbow to look at my face. I know she knows what she's doing to me. She's torturing me, making me think crazy sexy thoughts about her. She's pure evil.
"I mean-" I huffed out, pushing myself up and mimicking her pose. "That he deserved everything he got. I should have broken his pretty boy nose too." I sneered, thinking back on the bonfire. I should have done more than broke his jaw. I should have kept the fists flying.
Leah's eye brow was cocked and a sexy little smile was on her lips. I wanted to duck down and lick that smile off her lips with my tongue, run my teeth over that pouty bottom lip and bite down on it.
"Oh. My. God" she said slowly, inching a little bit closer, making me dizzy. "You're jealous, aren't you?" she smiled; bigger now, like she'd just found out that I used to have a bunny called Mr Sparkles when I was ten. Yeah no dissing me, Mr Sparkles was cool. My mum gave him to me.
"No." I replied drawing my eyebrows together in a tight knit trying to tell the smile itching to get out of my mouth, to fuck off.
Holding her hand to her mouth she gasped. "You are. Jacob Black is jealous." She said smugly, letting her head bob a little.
"Shut up Leah!" I grumbled glaring at her, and that silly beautiful smile.
"Make me." She said softly, leaning even closer, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Don't temp me," I growled inching closer as well, breathing in each breath she released. I know, sounds kind of gross, but even her breath was sexy. Smelled kinda like... sugar. No. Cotton candy. Yeah that was it, just like cotton candy.
Throwing her head back she laughed and slumped back down, her head resting on my pillow once again.
"Dear God Jacob, look at your ceiling. It could use a lick of paint don't you think?" she mused, glancing over at me but not meeting my eyes. She seemed to be staring at my - lips?
"Yeah." I mumbled throwing myself back down against the bed. "The paint job's like twenty years old?" I smirked looking from the ceiling back to Leah who merely shrugged.
"Probably," she told me softly.
It was odd, just the two of us lying in bed letting a calm silence wash over us. Not so much odd as it was - familiar. I not being one to let the stillness linger for to long broke the dense air.
"Sooooo..." As soon as I spoke I lost my train of thought, not really knowing what I was heading to.
"Yeah-" Leah replied softly, clasping her hands together. "I umm... liked your present," she mumbled, as I turned back on to my side to look at her.
I watched as she raised her arm, showing me the bracelet that was firmly attached there. It looked nice, the leather and blue beads definitely standing out against her bronze skin.
"It's... you." I breathed, reaching out and running my fingertips against it, brushing the skin of her wrist every now and then. "Very you."
Nodding and smiling she watched as my fingers played with the bracelet, slowing encircling it with my pointer finger.
"I have a great idea," she beamed sitting up and kicking her shoes off, pulling her sweater off as well.
I gulped, and lay a little wide eyed, waiting for her suggestion.
"We should paint your room tomorrow."
I groaned as soon as she spoke, burying my head back into the pillow and answering her with a muffled voice. "Please, Lee. No-"
"Awww come on Jacob, it will be fun. I'll even let you pick the colour. Please, please," she begged wrapping an arm around my back and begging in my ear.
"No." I replied sternly. "I got shit to do tomorrow!"
"Like what?" she asked. I didn't have to see her face to see what kind of look she was giving me. It usually ran in line with a 'as if you have something better to do' and 'if you don't, I'll fake cry until you give in'.
"You know – stuff."
"What stuff?" she whined, making the bed bounce a little.
Jesus Christ, it was like the second coming of Seth Clearwater. That kid whined more than a baby looking for breast milk on the nearest tit.
Pulling my head from the pillow I turned my head to glare at her. Yep, she had the 'I'm about to cry' face on. "I have to work on a couple of cars at the garage and then I was going to pick up some food. It's my turn to buy tomorrow."
"But its Saturday, Jake" she groaned, slapping my back and getting to her knees and bouncing on the bed. Shit! I just wanted to tackle her and show her how to bounce on me. My rock hard boner was just about to dig a hole into my mattress. A hole I didn't have money to replace with a new bed.
"Yeah and some of us, not named Seth, have to work to pay the bills around here," I replied.
"Fine." She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
Looking at her face made me want to kiss her so bad. "Look-" I started, running a hand backwards through my hair, my elbows digging into the bed. "If you want you can tag along and wait around while I do the cars and then we can go by the hardware store and grab a tin of paint. But you have to pay for dinner." I said pointing my finger at her which she merely slapped away.
"Great. And don't think you can just sit back while I do all the painting. You have to join in to. You've been so stuck up and on edge lately." She said suspiciously, the side of her mouth twitching. "Hey I have an idea!"
"For fucksake, you really need to stop having ideas," I complained as her eyes lit up again.
"Trust me; you're going to like this one. After we paint, were going out." She grinned, smitten like a kitten with tiny mittens on and licking it's cute scruffy fur.
"Where?" I said suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.
"It's a surprise 'oh mighty Alpha.'"
"It better be good, Leah. Or I swear to God-" I grumbled flipping on my back and putting my hands behind my head.
"Oh it will be," she chuckled leaning over to look down at me. Her hair was cascading down around her face as she looked at me playfully. "You're gonna fucking love it," she breathed, tucking some of her hair behind her ear and leaning down. "Really love it," she smiled, glancing down at my lips before she did the last thing I dreamed she would ever do.
Softly, she brushed her lips over mine, before pulling back, giving me only a split second of bliss.
"Thanks again for the bracelet, Jake." She smiled, before hoping off the bed and walking out the door.
And that ladies and gentlemen was the only thing I needed to give myself heartburn and a sore wrist for the rest of the night. I made sure that when I came in my hand, to stuff the pillow into my mouth, to the point of suffocating myself. I am sure Leah wouldn't appreciate hearing me in the middle of the night, moaning her name and hearing my bed squeak.
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"This is so fucking boring, Jake." Leah whined, swinging her legs as she sat on my work bench.
"I told you it would be. You didn't have to come you know. I said I would pick you up after," I scowled, my voice muffled as I lay on the roller bench under the car. I knew I had no problem in Leah not hearing me, because her shape-shifter ears where just about the best out of the whole pack. I swear she can hear Seth as he unwrapped a candy bar in the kitchen when she is in the woods on patrol.
"I didn't want to stay home." She grumbled, the sounds of her picking up some tools ringing in my ears.
Raising the wrench to the underside of the car, I started to work away, trying to ignore Leah's question's about why a 'spanner' was called as such and why if you put the wrong oil in cars, it would stop working. Patiently, I answered all of her questions, making sure to answer in my normal Jake voice, instead of a raving lunatic one, wanting to scream at her and tell her to wait in the car like a parent to a bad child in a shopping centre. As much as I wanted to bed her, I was still easily annoyed. I guess I had always been a prick like that. My father often wondered if I had bipolar.
"Jake - why does-"
Growling I slid myself from under the car and sat up. "Enough!" I yelled, running my hands through my hair wanting to pluck each strand out. "Stop asking questions and stop talking!" I demanded, glaring harshly at her.
"But-"
"No Leah. Just stop okay. I can't take it anymore. Just stop fucking talking. You're driving me insane and giving me a headache. I need to finish these cars before I can leave, so please - Just. Be. Quiet!" As soon as I finished my rant and looked at her face, I wanted to take it all back. Her eyes flashed with hurt and her head was down as she shakily outlined one of the wrenches with her finger tips. I hadn't meant to upset her; I just needed her to stop talking.
I blew out a line of air and lay back down to finish the car. Like I said, these cars needed to be done. I needed that extra money to start saving up for a place of my own. After all, I couldn't live with the Clearwater's forever.
Leah refused to talk to me the whole way home and even sat in the car sulking when I went in the store and did some food shopping. When we'd arrived home, she ordered pizza for me and Seth, not bothering to get her favourite, meatlovers double pepperoni, and went straight to her room, slamming the door. Seth who was watching the whole thing out the corner of his eye, growled once Leah was out of sight.
"What did you do, Black?" He asked, ready to rip the controller in half.
"I didn't do anything." I snapped back, as I packed away the cold meat and bread.
"Bullshit! I know when my sister is upset and she just so happened to spend the day with you. What did you say, wait - what did you do? You better not have-" I cut Seth off before he phased in the living room. His body was shaking badly, his mind conjuring up things I may have done to his sister. The guy needed a chill pill, they both did.
Rolling my eyes I began to explain what had happened and how we'd gotten to that point in the garage. Seth was less than impressed and still continued to shake wildly but had calmed down once the pizza guy arrived. Once we became man-friends again, we laughed and chatted over pizza until I heard Leah walking down the stairs. I knew I had to apologise because what I had said to her was uncalled for. I wasn't her fault I wasn't getting laid - actually - yeah it kinda was her fault, but still I couldn't blame her.
"Nice dress, Lee" Seth commented before turning back to the TV to watch the highlight's of today's sport.
Snapping my head in her direction, I scowled immediately. "Where the hell do you think you going?" I snarled, looking at the shortness of her dress.
There was no way in hell she was leaving our house in that shit. Her legs were so fucking exposed as she stood in some black heels and a dark blue dress, showing as much skin as physically possible without actually being naked.
Tonight people were going to die! At least their eyes anyway. I was going to use a hot iron rod to singe their iris's first, and then I was going to-
"Out." She snapped, tucking her purse under her arm and walking to the door.
"For the love of god!" I yelled eying her clothes. "You are not going anywhere, not in that - thing anyway," I pointed.
"Fuck off, Black" She hissed, shooting me with her laser beam eyes.
"I'm serious, Leah" I growled, getting up off the chair to grasp her arm as she tried to walk past me.
"Yeah - and I am seriously going to kick you in the fucking dick if you don't move." She growled back, anger flashing through her eyes. "Why don't you go back to your fucking cars?"
Shoving my hand off her arm she walked through the front door, slamming it in my face. I stood with one of my eyes twitching, like I was a fucking maniac, my fist balled by my sides and my knuckles turning white. If she truly thought I was going to back down, she was dead wrong. I wasn't going to let her go anywhere in that shit.
Ripping the door out of my way, I stomped out onto the porch and down the steps. Her back was to me, her arms crossed as she tapped her foot impatiently. Her head shot up, and she slowly turned her head towards me, her scowl looking as deadly as ever.
"Get in the house!" I hissed, my bare feet trudging in the damp grass.
"Since when did you become my keeper?" she sneered, her jaw clenching and flexing.
"Since I became your Alpha" I snapped, grabbing her by her shoulders. "And I said, get back in the house!"
"Fuck you!" She growled slowly. Her body was shaking in a rage, and I did the only thing men do when their women are pissed.
Moving my hands quickly, I cupped her face and smashed my lips against her glossy pink ones. They were so soft and so silky I couldn't help but moan against them. They still tasted sweet and sugary, reminding me of the huge pink and blue sticks of fairy floss at the yearly carnival. Her body was tense as first, her small hands fisting the bottom off my shirt, but then slowly the pace changed. The kiss became smoother and her lips started moving against mine. Feeling her lips part under the weight of my mouth, I didn't hesitate in shoving my tongue inside, stroking her organ softly yet with a trace of aggression.
Her hands began to tug me closer, as one of mine dropped to her neck and the other to her lower back, making her breath hitch as I pressed into her. I wanted to swallow her, engulf her, press her so hard into me that she disappeared and became constantly a part of me.
Pulling back I gasped a deep breath, taking in the much needed air to survive, allowing it to fill my lungs. Her face was flushed and her eyes were still closed as I watched her with heavy lids, breathing shakily and feeling like my brain was turning to yoghurt. "Stay Leah." I whispered softly, brushing the back of my palm against her cheek to feel the heat there.
"Why?" she breathed back, her big brown eyes fluttering open so I could look in those chocolate orbs.
"Because -" I answered, kissing her softly, while my hands stroked her neck. "Because I want you." I whispered, tilting her neck to kiss her jaw. "Because I need you." I continued, while her hands dipped under my shirt to clasp my belt buckle and pull me impossibly closer.
"Okay," she smiled, her fingertips making my stomach muscles flex as she stroked my man-trail of hair leading to Jacob Jnr. "But first-" she whispered huskily, making my spine tingle " -this is for today," she growled softly, bringing her knee up in between my legs and making Jacob Jnr very unhappy.
"Fuck, Lee-" I cringed, my face heating like a tomato as I dropped to my knees bent forward, and tried to nurse Jacob Jnr and his friends with the cups of my hands. I growled as she bent forward to cup my face and kiss my nose.
"Walk it off Jake, you'll be fine in half an hour or so." She laughed kicking off her heels and holding them in her hands as she walked back to the house, swinging her hips and trying to seduce me. I wasn't so much worried about 'the boys' as I was my ego. It was like a swift blow to my male swagger rather than my groin.
"Well are you coming?" she asked stopping on the wet grass smirking.
Getting to my feet, I rubbed my crotch and began to painfully walk towards the house. If Leah thought she was funny, she was going to find out just how funny I could be.