Spring break quickly turned into summer vacation. I didn't expect time to fly that fast , but it did. These few months of which Leah wanted to us to wait were a piece of cake. Our time might be soon since I've noticed she's easing up on birth control and traces of condoms haven't been detected anywhere in the house. It was only a matter of when she approaches me.
I've yet to understand as to why people say the first year is the hardest. Okay, it's only been three months, but they've been smooth sailing. There were hardly any fights, and if there was one, it'd be over something simple, without escalating to us raising our voices. Love making is still incredible, and having another baby has been quite a popular topic of discussion; It's gone from if to when. Leah's told Sue, whose told nearly everybody which meant nearly the whole res is prepared for the moment when we reveal we're having another baby. It must have hurt Emily pretty badly given Sam still refuses to impregnate her.
Poor Em.
"Bronx!" Baby Doll calls the animal from across the beach. He gets his head out of the sand, and bounces towards the child, landing in her arms. The waves crash against the rocks in the distance, scaring the animal right back out her arms.
With her now free hands, she perfectly catches the spiraling football that Paul has just thrown from across the beach. He's smirking just as the rest of the pack is.
"We playing or what?!" He calls.
She tosses the ball back. "You're on!"
Leah's legs rest upon my lap, as she watches them run about in the wind with the summer sun tanning their already dark skin.
"She's not gonna like it, but it's almost time for her to get a hair cut," she suddenly mumbles.
As if no one knew it already, Baby Doll's treasures her hair. When we first met, it was midway down her spine. It reaches her rear now.
"She's gonna flip shit."
"I'm not gonna take off too much. Just enough."
Just as she says that, Doll runs at top speed to what is indicated as the touchdown, extending every strand on her head to blown back in the breeze. She slides across the sand, and reaches the touchdown before Embry can catch her. Bronx chases after her.
She snuggles in tighter, allowing me to loop my arm around her shoulders. Her crown sets upon my own shoulder, making her moan from the warmth.
Paul calls another play before getting into formation, then chucking the ball towards Claire. The preteen catches it, and is off to the races as she bolts across the sand to her touchdown. Baby Doll manages to get through Jared's defense, and runs in Claire's direction. Astonished at her speed, the play momentarily ceases to just watch the two. Once she's close enough, like a wild animal, Doll pounces with great force upon Claire just as she makes the touchdown. They fall with a thump and a cloud of sand floating through the air.
"Damn," Leah hisses.
Doll pops up first, brushes herself off, and reaches her hand out for Claire to grab. Once she does, the two lift Clair off the ground with big smiles.
That's my girl.
They get through a multiple amount of plays before the clock strikes noon. Carson had invited her to his birthday pool party, so that meant Leah and I had the rest of the afternoon to ourselves.
Or that's what I thought before Bella steal my wife away for the afternoon at her cottage. She invited me to tag along, but I decline, so now it's Bronx and I till it's time to pick up Baby from Carson's.
I stare at the animal.
He stares back.
"So, Leah and I are thinking about having another baby," I tell him. "Well, not thinking about. We are. I mean she's not pregnant yet, but she will be."
I pet his head, and he begins lowering his ears to give my giant hands more leeway.
"We've been waiting to do this for a really long time. I don't know if she's been keeping up with her nurturing prime period thingy, but I'm not too concerned about it. In fact, we're still a bit confused as to whether or not Baby Doll will be a shifter or not. We're scared more than confused. We'd love for her to be one of us, but we have our obvious worries. The fucked up part is that we don't even think she knows about the pack yet."
Or maybe she does? Weekends at my dad's could've made that so.
"What do you think, boy?"
The animal sees that I'm done stroking him for now, so he gets off my chest and onto my lap.
"Alright, fine."
His nub wags.
"Anyway, back to the baby. I've always wanted a son, so I could name him after me. I want a son that'll look exactly like me. I wouldn't mind another daughter in the slightest, but who doesn't want a little boy?"
Bronx hops off the sofa to linger elsewhere. I shrug.
"I guess I kinda already have one, huh?"
The rest of my evening was boring as hell. I thought about going back to the beach, but I didn't wanna make the trip. My dad was most likely fishing with Charlie, and my sisters probably had shit to do as well. Who would I be hanging out with on a day like this?
It takes me a while to mutter Seth's name.
Yeah, I miss him. I would go visit Sue, but the drama was unnecessary 'Sides Ness is probably over there. He hasn't taken his eye off of her since the incident. Can't blame him though. I wouldn't want her around me neither. Although I am curious as to what they were up to, I just truly didn't care about their relationship anymore. It's funny how I used to though.
Bronx decides to rejoin me on the sofa now.
I'm still bored though.
I wonder what the rest of La Push is up to.
His huge palms easily and steadily push my hips down onto him, making me wanna gasp but he puts his hand over my mouth. He puts his index over his mouth, and then points downward to remind me Sue is home. I swallow, and nod in understanding.
My lower body takes control as I begin to ride Seth, my fist balled over his chest. His face twists in pleasure, biting down onto his lip harshly, forcing his eyes to stay open to watch me. I murmur a few expletives to myself when we bottom out on each other, but it's nothing worth screaming about. His hands land on my pancake ass to squeeze while he whispers how good this feels. I speed up, but internally grimace secretly when my toes don't curl from the friction.
Seth throws his head back, exposing his neck to me while continues to mutter. His hands are getting tighter and tighter around my waist as I bounce harder and faster. My breasts lightly jiggle about.
"Shit," I mutter when I believe I begin to feel something. I ride harder to find the feeling again, but it's lost. My whine is out of frustration, but Seth probably perceives it out of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," he whispers, careful to keep his voice hushed. "Nessie."
I continue, but only feel myself getting so far.
Shedding all morality and respect for myself, I shut my eyes and let my imagination run wild. As Seth goes in and out, I imagine how my fatal imprint had made me feel. How he went slow when he first went in, kissing my temple as he did.
He lowered himself and those lips of his hovered over my ear to speak in a deadly whisper of infidelity.
"You like this, Renesmee?" He asked nicely and almost lovingly - like he cared.
At lost for words, I whisper back. "Yes, baby."
"You like it like this?" He teased, flicking and circling two fingers around my clit.
Seth moans aloud, but quickly buries his face in a nearby pillow to muffle the sound.
"I like it," I respond, bucking onto my boyfriend with ten times more force. The once was Alpha's body is what my mind is letting me imagine. Everything from how he feels to his scent. It's all coming back to me.
"You've been a bad baby girl, Nessie," his voice goes in his natural husky timbre.
"I've b-b-been," I lost my breath as he forced me down aggressively He flashed me a white smile which I had tried to return, but couldn't even finish my sentence.
"You like when I fuck you like this?" He stopped my hips to begin pounding into me, fast and intimately, making me squeal and cry for mercy.
"Yes, daddy!" I nearly holler when my imprint lost control. Seth rushes to cover my mouth, but I refuse with a growl.
"Daddy," I moaned and Jacob stretched my clenching walls even further. He snickered, but I didn't fucking care.
"Nessie," Seth groans. "Keep it down."
I open my eyes back up and see that I've replaced Seth's face with my imprint's. I ride harder, and lose myself.
"Ja-Ja-Ja-Jac-oh fuck," I mutter quietly to be sure he wouldn't hear me. He didn't so my nails sink deeper into his broad chest. I wanted to scream out his name so badly just as I had that night.
Seth erupts, and empties inside of me, clinging to my hips as he does. His hot breath on my belly button makes a shiver go up my abdominal as I ride his high out. My body suddenly stops, and I release a false moan and widen my mouth in an 'O' to give the illusion that I had an orgasm too.
I pout, and kiss Seth's head. He was kissing along my stomach now, explaining how much he adored me between each peck.
"I love you, too," I respond honestly, causing him to hold me tighter.
I didn't know which was worse between the fact that I just imagined him while taking Seth's virginity, or the fact that I don't feel shame about it.
Those agonizing hours lasted longer than their usual sixty minutes because it felt like forever before I had to pick my daughter up. She was reluctant to leave, but it's not like it's a school night, and she can't see him tomorrow. Once Leah finally arrived home, and cooked for us, she's practically reeking of vampire- Bella specifically. I wonder if Leah's told her about our decision yet.
After tidying up the kitchen, the three of us plopped onto the family room couch and watched television, just as we do every night. When it nears ten something, Doll yawns and ventures upstairs to tuck herself in. Leah follows her lead, and drags me up the stairs to our bedroom - but I always turn the TV back on anyway.
What a routine us Blacks have. This whole big deal about marriage being some huge change, in my opinion, was bull cus barely anything's different. Which is another good reason for another baby: something to keep us busy.
The colorful images of the television set flash about in front of my eyes, distracting me from much else. I'm not knocked out of this daze until the abrupt stop of the running water in the shower sounds off. My focus is back towards the TV, as I await my wife to emerge. I get through a few episodes of this cartoon till the bathroom door opens just as the light flicks off. I turn that way to see Leah exiting with her hair damp from the shower. I scrunch my brows together at her unreadable look of what I assume is anxiety.
"What's wrong?" I prop up on my elbows, then mute the television.
The look in her eyes says it all. They say everything she wants to, but is too shy and embarrassed to say.
Her seductive choice of lingerie should already tell me before she does.
"I'm ready."
My eyebrows fly upward. "Are you positive?"
She nods, and actually covers herself up using her arms. "Y-yeah," she shivers.
"You don't look so positive."
Leah looks to the side, but shuts her eyes to avoid me seeing that they're watering. "I am."
I sit all the way up to click the television off. "Then why'r you crying?"
Her ass takes a seat next to my feet with a thump onto the mattress. "It's okay that I'm scared, right?"
"Of me?"
Her expression goes incredulous. "No! Oh, goodness no! I'm just nervous."
"What is there to be nervous about? Making the baby is the fun part."
She doesn't chuckle with me, so I let my laugh die. "It's not like this is our first."
"It's just a lot of pressure," she tells me with a frown, but I force the grin off my face.
"Pressure? All you have to do for nine months is lay around and eat."
"It's more than that."
"Like?"
"It's a maternal thing."
That still doesn't make much sense. I lean forward to caress the curly hairs cascading down her back.
"Lee, if you're not ready tonight-"
"I am."
"Are you?"
Our eyes meet now. "Are you?"
"I've been ready for almost a year now," I admit sheepishly.
Her slender fingers latch onto my thigh. "What if something happens? What if I'm left alone again and she comes back and-"
She stops short as the discomfort displays itself boldly on my face. Over time, it's become harder for me than her. That was one of the darkest times of my life-our lives.
My hand is automatically rubbing across the width of her flat midriff. "I won't let anybody hurt you."
She blinks twice before shutting her eyes completely. "What if-"
"I'll protect you. I made a vow three months ago to take care of you, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do, you hear me?"
Her lengthy lashes tickle my cheeks when she opens her eyes again.
"I have to know for sure that this is what you want. If we take this step, I need to know for sure. I don't want you to regret this or be mad at me. Answer honestly: are you absolutely sure that you're ready for me to do this now?"
The silence between us is unpromising for tonight's events. Was she truly ready, or was she saying that for my impatience?
"Lee, I won't be mad if you're not."
I'd be upset, but never mad.
Her hung head lifts to face mine again. Her sad stare penetrates my emotions, stabbing me right in my soul's cavity. I pull her closer, forcing her to be pressed against me. She whimpers then releases a girly moan.
"Please, baby," my voice breaks. She pulls us inward towards each other. "Tell me."
We yearn in unison as I await her answer.
"Jacob," she mutters then nibbles along my earlobe. "I'm ready."
The edge of my mouth rises in pleasure as her hands crawl up and around my neck.
"My scars," she mumbles within our heated kiss.
"I don't give a fuck," I say honestly as her thick body slithers above me to worm her way into a straddle. Our faces don't ever disconnect. "I will kiss every last inch of your fucking scars," my husky whisper is dripping with desperation. The palms of my sweating hands stay glued to her hips and ass cheeks. I squeeze.
Her hands start a journey of their own by weaving down over my shoulders and under my t-shirt. Those slick fingers of hers slowly brush against my chest, tracing the contours and crevice of my muscles like she's trying to memorize with a few touches. Her fingers continued their dance lower with her nails grazing my nipples and down to my eight pack. My muscles automatically tensed as she touched them, each time sending another twitch to my dick. A tent slowly grows in my sweat pants.
She slows me down by kissing me softly on my nose. "Be careful with me, okay?"
I nod. "I got you."
The protective Alpha instinctive nature within tells me to be gentle, as if she's already pregnant. Another part wants to make this as wild as our honeymoon. I yearned for such a release.
So, it begins how it always does. We're kissing, moaning, and nibbling on each other passionately. Our bodies wanna escalate, causing us to strip down to our birthday suits to kiss, moan, and nibble further. Except now, the thirst is real, and my mouth is on some part of her body making her writhe and moan my name. The sheets are a victim of our time together. We can never seem to keep a nice set.
Once discarding of her lace thong, she'd leak into my mouth like an ice cold bottle of Cola, and I gulp and swallow every drip like I haven't hydrated in weeks. The taste will never get tiring hence why it's one of my favorite parts of making love to her.
She could rarely ever tolerate being fingered, so I skip it and kiss upward her body instead. Between my peppering kisses, she'd arch her upper body forward and let me swirl in her bellybutton, something that turns her on highly. Then there's her breast, which I take my sweet time licking and nibbling on the most. The adolescent in me like to watch them jiggle when I thrust inside of her.
Speaking of, that's when we were the most connected. She was good with her positioning and catching me by surprise. And with every slap and push I assaulted her pussy and ass with, she responded positively by screaming and begging for more or to never stop. I used to try and hide my enjoyment during sex because it seemed so unmanly before. That's not the case tonight.
She throws it back and tells me to pound it harder. My fingers are through her hair in that instant, tugging as if I need something to hold onto. Leah's whimper along with her infamous pout was the sexiest combination.
As much as I bite my lip to keep from saying something beyond foul, I can't stop swearing. She finds it to be a turn on especially when she's getting closer and closer to her edge. Many a times has she begged me to call her names such as 'cunt,' or 'slut,' or her favorite: 'bitch.' I get the rush because the same feeling is returned when she calls me a 'motherfucker,' or a 'pussy' and yes, even 'bitch.' It's very satisfying on a minor masochistic level.
But nothing beats when she screeches out my name along with clinging to my flesh, leaving nail dents and red marks like a wild woman. Orgasms are a completely different story since it take us both a good five minutes each to come off our highs. Even when our bodies are spent and we're panting on each other, slack, we want more.
Afterwards is just as intimate. As cheesy is sounds, just staring at her before falling to sleep is what satisfied me most.
"You think that worked?" she asks half jokingly and half serious, staying pressed against my chest.
"If not," I bite her lobe. "We can always go at it again to be perfectly sure."
She turns to kiss my nose. "Hoping for a girl or a boy?"
"A boy."
Her nose scrunches in disagreement. "Why?"
"I've always wanted one."
Her face eases up. "Well, I already have a named picked out."
"What is it?"
She turns pink. "Jacob."
I smile. "Perfect."
A/N HOW ARE YOU NOT SAYING "AWW" RIGHT NOW?
