Dragging myself out of bed, I made my way downstairs, and to my horror followed the smell of burnt food all the way to the kitchen. An interesting site awaited me as I peered in from the hallway—Uncle Charlie was pulling black pieces of charcoal out of the toaster, before quickly sprinting over to the stove—snatching a pan off the burning surface.
The pan appeared to have contained what could have been eggs in their former life, but now looked like black congealed goo, which had unfortunately caught fire. Tossing it into the sink, the room quickly flooded with smoke, and poor Uncle Charlie started fanning around the fire detector with a yellow towel—in hopes it wouldn't go off.
Quietly moving to the kitchen table, I slid into a chair, and propped my head on my hand—waiting until he noticed he wasn't alone. Biting my lip to stop the giggles that wanted to burst forth, I watched him try to assemble some order to his breakfast/brunch attempt gone horribly wrong.
However, my tune changed when I saw his crestfallen expression, as he examined his half of the kitchen covered in broken eggs shells, blackened toast, and the last bits of smoke emerging from the sink. Getting up from my chair, I made my way over to him and wrapped my arm around his torso.
Jumping slightly when he felt my arm, Uncle Charlie just chuckled before returning the gesture, "Diner?" he asked.
Laughing at his question, "Yeah, that may be the safest option," I replied.
He just nodded and sighed, as he looked around at the mess, "Well, come on kiddo let's go eat and clean up later. Billy called me, inviting me to spend the day fishing over on the rez. Do you want to join us?"
I suddenly found the kitchen more interesting. "No, I have some plans today. Thanks though—besides you'll have fun with Billy. Guy time and all that."
Huffing, he only patted my arm, and moved upstairs to get ready—leaving me to wonder if Jake had anything to do with my Uncle's absence today?
The rest of the day seemed to drag by, while I waited for three o'clock to roll around. Taking a shower and cleaning my room, I finally settled on reading a book to try to pass the time. I hadn't even noticed when my eyes slowly drifted closed no more than two chapters in.
I was steadily roused from my nap by the feeling of someone assertively running their fingers through my hair. Groaning in pleasure, I turned towards the furnace of a man behind me, burrowing into his embrace.
Exhaling, "Sorry, I just got sleepy," I mumbled into his neck.
Jake continued to course his fingers through my curls.
"It's fine, and you needed your rest. Definitely haven't been getting enough of that in a while," he answered back, kissing the crown of my head.
My blurry vision started to clear, as I peeked up from below his chin, "How often did you spend outside the house?" I asked in a quiet whisper.
His fingers paused briefly before picking up their journey again.
"From the moment I could walk on four legs after the injury. I didn't like being away from you, and even though I know Edward wouldn't hurt you—neither my wolf nor I felt comfortable with him being in the house at night when he was with Bella—and you were a hallway away from him. It was torture not being able to comfort you after hearing you cry and thrash during your nightmares . . . " he drifted off, after admitting to hearing my reactions to the night terrors I had suffered.
Tears tickled my eyes, as they moved down my face, and Jacob used his thumb to wipe them away, followed by pecking kisses along my nose and checks—trying to erase my pain. I wish I had had him before, during those long weeks of sleepless nights, and what seemed to be unending pain. But while he continued to place gentle kisses along my face—I was grateful that I had him here now.
Capturing his lips, we unhurriedly moved against each other in an easy rhythm, just seeming to enjoying being at peace with each other—alone.
Pulling away from him, I gave him one last long kiss, before sliding off the side of the bed. My clock read 3:20 p.m. and I wanted to leave before my Uncle came home—putting my hands on my hips, I arched my eyebrow at the mischievous smile, he was donning. With a heavy sigh, Jake laughed, as he pushed himself off my bed, and grabbing my hand led me outside to his car.
Jake had taken me to his house, and I was thankful we didn't run into Charlie during our little pit stop. Walking back to the little clearing he had led me to the night of the bonfire—I got a better survey of the land, and was thankful for the dense overhang of trees that kept the ground semi dry from the rain earlier.
He gestured for me to sit on a large rock off to the side, and to close my eyes.
"It's okay, Lily," Jake soothed. No doubt hearing my heartbeat pounding within my chest. With my eyes closed, Jake gave me a deep kiss, before I felt his heat leave me.
Time seemed to freeze, as I waited for some sign to open my eyes—I couldn't hear the sounds of the forest with my breathing so heavy, but it stopped all together when I felt something gently lick my clenched fist. My eyes gradually opened, and I met a pair of amber colored eyes staring up at me, from a kneeled position on the ground. Not breaking visual contact, little by little my breathing returned to normal—the lightheaded feeling subsiding.
Holy shit . . . this is Jacob.
A gentle whining interrupted my musing, and with a shake of my head I broke out of my trance. Really looking back at him, I knew without a doubt that this was still my Jacob. His fur was a beautiful reddish color, and I ran my hand carefully across the side of his neck, through his soft coat—feeling muscles shifting beneath my hand.
"Your beautiful, Jacob," I breathed out.
I laughed when he almost looked like he was smirking back at me—a wolfish smile. Nudging my hand with his wet snout—demanding me to continue to pet him—the bastard was so milking this because like a dog, he rolled onto his back to allow me access to his belly. This really gave me an idea of how massive he really was—reminding me more of a horse than a wolf. Once he had enough of me running my fingers along his coat, Jake rolled onto his paws and stood to his full height.
Standing up, my head only reached the width of his furry chest, and I couldn't help but lovingly weave my hands into his red fur—playfully pulling. He reprimanded me by licking my face, then nuzzling into my neck.
"Nice, Jake," I laughed, wiping my face.
Moving away, Jake motioned to his back, before kneeling the front of his body down.
"You want me to climb on your back?" I asked uncertainly.
A jerk of his head was my only answer. Swinging my leg over his impressive back, I dug my fingers back into his coat. Clenching my legs close to his sides when he once again stood to his full height.
Not a moment later Jake broke out into a slow trot then started gaining speed. His feet barely made a sound, seeming to glide over the ground.
Time lost all meaning as Jacob sped through the forest, leaping over small streams and dodging trees.
Laughter bubbled up at the insanity of it all, but this was likely one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life. I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to pull a Rose move, straight from the movie Titanic—arms outstretched and all. Which, only lasted for a few seconds before I wrapped my arms back around his neck, carelessly laughing as I breathed in his scent.
The world surrounding us seemed to flee before Jake's now thundering paws—the sound of the forest faded, and all I could feel was the wind against my face, blowing my hair behind me like a tail of fire.
Sadly, we eventually ended up back at my Uncles house deep within the trees for cover—I slid off Jake's back, and watched him rip off a pair of pants that was tied around one of his hind legs. With the adrenaline still coursing through my blood, I jokingly took the pants from his mouth, and held them away from him when he went to snatch them back.
"Oh, do you want these?" I taunted.
Jake once again made a play to grab the pants from my hands using his mouth, but I jerked my hands away at the last second. With my blood still soaring from the ride, I skipped away from the large wolf that was staring me down. Receiving a challenging look that said 'really?' when I looked back over my shoulder, I couldn't stop my giggle, as I started dodging his honestly pathetic attempts to get the pants back.
The beginnings of sweat started forming on the back of my neck, when I made a break for it, spotting a rather large tree to hide behind.
I heard a smack—followed by a sharp sting from a large hand hitting my ass. Yelping, I swung around into the arms of the completely naked Native American man behind me—who swooped me up, my feet dangling far from the ground, a growl rumbling deep in his throat.
Heat rushed to my core at the vibrations of his chest against mine, which was only heightened by the stinging coming from my ass.
All feelings of playfulness fled me in an instant.
I felt his hardness against my lower stomach—and released a rather wanton moan, feeling his attraction pressed up against me. Realizing that only my thin clothes separated me from feeling his searing hot skin against mine, I ran my hands along every place I could reach—noticing goose bumps multiplying across his skin. Jake's chest rumbled again as he proceeded to trace his tongue over the "brand" he left on my neck the night before.
I never noticed he had pulled his pants from my hand until he wasn't pressed against me anymore. Snapping my eyes open, I looked at him in disbelief as he threw his shorts over his shoulder and smirked at me, "Oh, did you want me to continue?" He asked confidently in a deep gravely tone, pretty much throwing my words back at me from earlier.
It took every ounce of self-control I had to not look below the waist, and focus on his stupid handsome face. Feeling the beginning spark of annoyance, I turned and darted back towards the direction of Uncle Charlie's house—knowing that the infuriating wolf-guy would most likely follow.
Adding to my agitation was the rain that began its descent from the dark clouds overhead, further stretching upon my nerves—the cold water was running down my face when I ran up the back steps to Charlie's house. After fishing the keys out of my back pocket, I unlocked the door and yanked it open—not bothering to close it behind me. I made a break for my room.
Crossing the threshold of my space, I started tearing my clothes off—until I was only left in my cheeky underwear and tank top. My bra felt uncomfortable, after being soaked from the rain, so I unhooked that as well and tossed it carelessly somewhere in my room.
The air suddenly became very still, as my anger fled me—leaving me totally aware that I was practically naked, and there was a very wet Jacob breathing heavily from my doorway.
Jake took no more than four large steps before I was suddenly in his arms. My panties became soaked for a whole different reason, rather then just being caught out in the storm.
His lips moved with such aching need against mine, and I easily surrendered to his dominance, as he moved his tongue with stealth. He inched us back against the side of my bed, and we tumbled onto the cool sheets.
Moaning loudly, as Jake's hand slide down my back—squeezing my ass in his hand, while simultaneously pushing my heated center against the swollen bulge in his pants. He matched my moan with one of his own—low and gruff against the side of my neck.
"Shit," he muttered.
I was delirious with the feelings that were rushing through me—Jake seemed to surround me with his sensual moans and smooth lethal body moving against mine, but it wasn't enough. My tank was still soaked from the cold rain, making my nipples strain against the now rough material of my clothes.
Deliberately pressing my chest against his—I bite back the delicious feeling of my breasts pressed up against his hot solid chest. Feeling brave, I grabbed his free hand, and moved it to cup a neglected breast in his warm hand. He obviously needed no further direction, as Jake quickly swiped his thumb over my hardened nipple, before taking it between his teeth—tank top and all.
I sank my hands deep into his hair, pushing my heels against his ass to push him further against me. Groaning when he paid special attention to both sides of my chest.
"Jake . . . uhhh!"
Moving back up to my lips he kissed me deeply.
"Beautiful, fucking beautiful," he murmured, while he traced a line from the back of my knee to the inside of my thigh—drawing circles closer and closer to my center.
"Jacob!" I whined. I thought he would have smirked, but he didn't, instead he maintained a stern expression crossed with deep concentration, as he trailed his eyes from mine down to his fingers on my thigh. His hands suddenly were gone from me and he leaned back—locking gazes again, he slowly pulled off my panties.
Jake's breathing seemed to stop all together, as he stared down at me. I could clearly see his erection straining against his pants, and knew how uncomfortable that must feel. Moving to my knees facing him, my fingers ran down his chest to the button of his pants.
Placing sensual kisses across the large expanse of Jake's chest, I easily undid his pants and slide them down his thighs. Gesturing him to lie on the bed, he followed my instructions, as I pulled his shorts all the way off. My mouth dropped open, looking at him—long, hard, and pulsing against his stomach. Jake was a large guy so his size shouldn't surprise me, and its not like I haven't felt his shaft pressed against me before, but wow, he was well endowed.
Jake, normally so confidant, looked unsure and a wave of understanding struck me, he'd never done anything like this before.
Wrapping my hand around him, he took in a sharp breath, as his head snapped back hard against the lavender sheets beneath him.
The warmth of him sizzled beneath my skin, as I moved up his cock, twirling my thumb around the tip, then running back down to the base. Swiping pre-cum from the tip made for a more fluid journey back down as he moaned with each stroke of my hand on his engorged shaft.
Jake started jerking his hips up to meet my movements, as I sped up. I moaned with him, when his hand traced from my thigh to my breasts. I gently cupped his balls with my free hand, and that was enough for him—with a final jerk of his hips—he came, groaning loudly into the otherwise silent room.
I had a moment of hesitation, before I ripped my tank off and used it to clean his stomach. His eyes snapped open when I wiped him off, and his pupils dilated, completely dominating his eyes.
I had seen the man in the animal earlier, now I was seeing the animal in the man, as a predatory look encompassed his face. All of his earlier fears were now nowhere to be found. His muscles froze and he tilted his head to the side, as his eyes darted down to my heaving chest.
My labored breathing seemed to echo around us, but that seemed to be the calm before the storm. Flipping me onto my back—at a snail's pace he explored my skin, making my thighs press tightly together for some kind of friction, until he was finally caressing my soft breast in his strong hands.
No one has ever made me feel like Jake was making me feel—he was awakening new urges—something my ex never did. I had had my fair share of sexual encounters with John, but Jake was surpassing every moment I had experienced before with his slow, deliberate touches. Worshipping me, instead of pawing at me.
My large breasts would often cause me to be embarrassed, but the way Jake caressed them, made me flush with insurmountable pleasure. Jacob's thick hair tickled my chin, as I held his head against my breast—while he licked and sucked the skin between his teeth.
"Open your legs for me, baby," he gruffly demanded.
Unclenching my legs—Jake wasted no time running his hand between my legs. My breathing halted when his fingers glided along my lower lips, circling around my clit. My hands left his hair, and quickly found the sheets, twisting them in my fists as Jake started an almost ruthless crusade against me. With my legs spread wide, my stomach clenching and my breathing uncontrollable, I headed for my long awaited peak.
Huffing out air, Jake's gravelly voice broke through the haze he had created, "Cum for me, baby. Now!"
His name fell from my lips like a mantra, "Jake, Jake, Jaa…!"
My toes curled and my whole body tensed, as waves of euphoria seized my very soul—the sensations caused my back to arch off the bed like a taunt bowstring. Slamming his lips against mine, I screamed into Jake's mouth, and he greedily claimed them with gusto.
Coming back down to earth, another small orgasm bloomed beneath Jake's fingers, as he continued to slowly stimulate me. I moaned softly against his mouth, while his fingers moved to let me ride it out—my back tirelessly relaxing against the bed.
I couldn't stop the giggles that erupted and Jake only smirked down at me, before we both broke out laughing together—enjoying the glow.
He kissed me deeply, before running the back of his hand over my cheek.
"I plan on seeing that face on you again, again, and again, Swan."
"Interesting, I was thinking the same thing about you, Black," I smiled at him—brushing his hair from his forehead.
He pecked me one more time, then pulled away to close my door and lock it.
I couldn't stop my eyes from blatantly ogling him, licking my lips when I saw him hard again.
"Fuck, Swan. If you keep looking at me like that we will never leave this room and your Uncle should be home within the next half hour."
Huffing in defeat, I decided that I would settle for having him lay next to me, if only for a little while. Beckoning him over—he laid beside me, maneuvering me in front of him. Spooning after anything sexual was new to me, but I liked how he took advantage of the available skin—covering my shoulder in kisses.
Biting my lip, I moaned quietly, he kept kissing any skin within reach, long after I had fallen asleep.
Mandatory disclaimer: Everything in the Twilight Universe—Twilight, and its characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Similarities to the original characters or themes from the movies and/or books are used on here for entertainment purposes only. No profit is being made. No infringement intended.
All I claim is the made up OC, Lillian (Lily/Lils).
A/N:
Okay, thanks to all the views, follows, favorites, and reviews! I'm happy to see that you guys like the story so far—I really am excited to see the feedback, so thank you reviewers!
Now, this chapter has a lemon, so warning! This is my first lemon, so let's just say I'm nervously hiding till I hear what your thoughts are?