Disclaimer: As always, I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.

Timeline-wise, this is still Chapter 6.

You're welcome, Jake.

Leah's black Saab was as sexy as she was, and she drove it like she stole it, hard and reckless. It wasn't new, probably a hand-me-down from her old man, but it was in mint condition, and fast. Bumping Ludacris on the sound system, tinted windows rolled down, she shifted gears like she was racing to a finish line, and it was hot as fuck. Jake's cock ached the entire way to Sherman Oaks.

Leah's place was in a huge three-story complex on Sepulveda. Leah parked in the back and set the car alarm. They stumbled, kissing and groping, through the center courtyard, which was full of cement planters and towering palm trees. Jake started to get turned around inside the courtyard when Leah grabbed his hand and pulled him to a first-floor door.

Leah unlocked the door noisily in her eagerness to get it open. She entered quickly, pulling Jake inside. There was a small kitchen to his left, and a long hallway that led to the rest of the apartment. Jake kicked the door closed behind him, shoving her roughly against the adjacent wall.

Leah gasped with surprise as Jake lifted her by her hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist as their mouths collided. With Leah wrapped around him Jake had a free hand, which he slid up her back, making her shiver. When he reached the bow that held her top on, he pulled the string. The red fabric fell away as Jake bent to take Leah's right breast into his mouth. She moaned and arched her back, pushing against his face, and started to slide down the wall.

"I think we better take this somewhere else," she said huskily, her nails lightly clawing through Jake's tight black shirt. Jake stepped away just enough for Leah to stand, but kept his lips on her body. Her neck, her collarbone, her chest, all covered in hot kisses. With a small moan, Leah grabbed Jake's hand again and pulled him down the hall.

Jake headed for a red sofa on the left, just past the kitchen, but Leah pulled him to the right. There, in a little nook, was a queen sized bed with a black comforter on it. Walking backwards, Leah led him to the bed.

She sat down on it, her face level with Jake's zipper. She slid a hand over the bulge behind it and Jake sucked in a breath, restraining a groan. Smirking at his reaction, she reached for the button, only to be stopped by two big hands. She looked up questioningly.

"You first."

Jake leaned down over Leah, eyes narrowed. She bit her lower lip teasingly and laid back on the bed. Jake's mouth invaded hers, each others' tongues teasing and fighting for dominance. Leah pulled at Jake's shirt and he slipped it over his head, tossed it behind him, then lifted her feet off the floor. He removed her heels one at a time, then slid his hands all the way up her legs to the waistband of her pants. He undid the side zipper and tugged the pants down off of Leah's hips, finding a black lace thong.

"Oh fuck," he breathed. He quickly pulled her pants all the way off, and they joined Jake's shirt on the floor.

Elbows holding her up on the bed, Leah smiled at Jake's expression, staring at the tiny strip of material between her legs. Jake caught her watching him and laughed at himself. "These need to go too," he murmured, removing them as well.

Leah expected Jake to remove his pants next, and gasped when he instead dropped to his knees before her. With one quick move, Jake had his hands under her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. His face between her thighs, he looked at her, eyebrows slightly raised. She gave a small, single nod.

Jake groaned at the taste of Leah. She tasted sweet and musky, and was smooth as silk. He wanted to devour her. As his tongue swirled and stroked and teased, his hands roamed her body – her hips, her backside, her breasts. Egged on by her moans and sighs, Jake placed a hand over her belly, and with the other, traced her wet folds. He slid one finger inside her and moaned at the snug warmth enveloping his finger. He heard a jagged breath and her low, raspy voice demanding more. He happily complied, inserting a second finger and returning his mouth to her core.

Soon, Leah's hips began to rise off the bed in rhythm with Jake's fingers. Jake grinned, sucking lightly as she pushed his head against her, and moments later she bucked almost completely off the bed, crying out as her orgasm crashed over her. Jake nearly came just witnessing it.

"Holy shit," she breathed. Her arms lay limp at her sides. Jake smirked, kicking off his shoes. He laid down next to her, watching her gradually come down and back into the moment. She turned her head to look at him, and grinned lazily. "So good. I owe you." Jake chuckled.

Leah motioned for Jake to move up on the bed, and she rolled over so she was sitting on her knees. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips to assist her as she yanked them down and off. Once Jake was completely on the bed and naked, she crawled up between his legs, her hands grazing his skin all the way from his calves to his erection. She gave it one long stroke, Jake sucking in a hard breath, before her mouth descended, enveloping Jake in warmth. He moaned loudly, his head tilting back.

She was very good. Her hands never left his body, twisting and pumping around him while her tongue felt like it was everywhere at once. She had the suction down to a science, and each time she looked up at him through her eyelashes, his cock in her mouth, he couldn't help but groan, which Leah responded to with a sexy little moan of her own. A moan that sent heavenly vibrations to his cock. Jake pictured fishing trips with Billy, baseball, and state capitals – anything to prolong the ecstasy that was her mouth. But he was still too close to going over the edge. He reached for her, pulling her up his body, and then rolling them both over.

Jake reached in the dark for his jeans, retrieving a condom from his back pocket. He skillfully removed it from the wrapper and slid it over his length, placing himself at her entrance. He kissed her hard, invading her mouth with his tongue, then again looked at her in question. Seeking permission. She responded by locking her ankles around his ass and pulling him down onto her. He took that as a 'go', and let out a whispered stream of expletives at the feel of being inside her.

Jake started a slow rhythm, and Leah matched him with each thrust, lifting up to meet him. The pace quickened as breaths became more ragged and moans got louder. Leah was clawing at Jake's shoulders and back. Jake alternated between sucking on Leah's breasts and watching himself sliding in and out of her, wishing like hell that he could do both at the same time.

Jake felt Leah starting to tighten around him. He lifted her legs, placing her feet on his chest, and reached around her leg to massage her clit. "Fuck," she gasped, fisting the comforter. "Fuck, so close." So was Jake. His thrusts grew deeper and harder, pounding into her while his thumb circled more urgently. Leah's back arched off the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth frozen in a silent scream. As her orgasm ripped through her, she clenched around Jake, setting off his own.

Jake redressed while Leah used the restroom. He sat on the red sofa to tie up his shoes. In front of him was a wall-mounted flat-screen TV. It was huge - he wondered how he'd missed that on the way in. He also noticed a low, wide bookshelf underneath it. Amongst various fashion and fiction books were a few motorcycle magazines and a Harley-Davidson manual. He blinked hard when he realized there was a black motorcycle helmet sitting right in front of him. He imagined a pissed off biker walking in and fucking Jake up for boning his girlfriend. Shit. The mood of the evening effectively ruined, Jake really wanted to get the hell out of there.

Leah came out of the bathroom in a pair of white yoga pants and a dark pink hoodie. Two large doves were embroidered on the front, and the words 'Harley-Davidson' were embroidered down each arm. She grimaced at Jake's expression, then followed his gaze to the helmet on the bookshelf.

She picked it up and tossed it at him. Stunned, Jake barely caught it before it hit the ground. "What the hell-" he started to say, when he noticed the graphic on the helmet.

A charcoal-gray skull. Wearing a red bow on its head. Oh.

Oh!

"That manual and those magazines belong to you?"

Leah smirked. "Yup."

"You ride?"

She laughed. "Surprised or impressed? I have an '11 Superlow in my garage. Yeah, I ride."

Jake shook his head in awe. Boyfriend bullet dodged, and I just fucked an insanely hot chick that rides a Harley. Oh, this is a good night. "Both."

Leah slipped on pair of flip-flops. "You need a ride home?"

"Oh. Uh…" Jake felt embarrassed now. He hadn't really thought the evening this far ahead, and now he needed to get from Sherman Oaks to Culver City at… he looked at his cell phone… 2:30 in the morning. Shit.

"It's cool. I ditched my girl at the party to leave with you, and have to go back for her anyway. I can drop you off."

"I'd like to see your ride sometime," Jake admitted, standing.

"Give me your cell phone," she purred. Jake handed it to her and she quickly typed her phone number in. Then she grabbed her keys and headed for the door.

Seriously, I need some reviews on this one. First posted lemon, y'all. Yum? Yuck? I needs ta know, or I'm not writing any more lemons…

(If threats don't work on you, then I was just kidding. But if they do… I mean it, no more lemons!)