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*This chapter is just a fun little chapter that will make you laugh. Nothing much happening in it. But um...just read it.
*I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS—I OWN THEIR EMOTIONS & THE PLOT LINES…
*MOST OF THIS STORY—EVERYONE'S ACTIONS AND/OR SAYINGS—ARE BASED FROM REAL-LIFE INCIDENTS WITH MY REAL-LIFE FRIENDS (ULTIMATETWIHARD513, MOSTLY.)…I'LL LET YOU GUESS WHICH EXPERIENCES I DEAL WITH ON A DAILY BASIS, THOUGH…
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He held out a hand. "My name is Nahuel. Nice to meet you."
She shook his hand softly. "Hello, Nahuel. My name's Leah." She smirked. "And in about ten minutes we'll seeif it's nice to meet you."
Leah picked up her purse from beside her and started out the doors to head up to her room. She threw Nahuel a wink and then laughed, swinging her hips in that damn, sexy purple dress…
Ch. 12: Beachy-Keen
R-POV
Jacob came over at one in his pick-up. He didn't have as many bags as Brady and I had; both he and Seth had one bag each.
"Wow," He said lifting each bag into Brady's Escape. "This is so very stereotypical."
I rolled my eyes at him playfully. "Shut up." Brady and I said together. We looked at one another and laughed. "Personally," Brady said, "I don't see how you guys fit a week's worth of clothes and shoes into a single duffel."
I laughed at Brady's expression. He climbed into the back seat of his Escape, which reminded me: "Now, Jacob, the three of us—" I gestured to Seth and Brady as well as myself. "—have decided that you will drive until the entire trip to the beach." I told him.
"Why me?" He asked.
Brady shrugged. "Because paper covers rock." Seth climbed into the back seat as well.
I smiled at Jake as I stared at his bulging muscles lifting our luggage into the back of the van-thing.
After Jake was done, he walked over to me and placed his hands on my hips, pulling me forward. "You excited?"
I laughed. "Sure." He kissed my cheek and then my lips.
"C'mon guys." Seth said. "I need to work on my tan time."
"Me too." I smirked at Jake and ran my hands down his chest. "But I can work on that any time I want."
Brady whispered to Seth, "She just used his skin color as a way into her sexual desires. Maybe I should try that on you." I looked over and Seth was faintly blushing.
"Alright." Jake laughed. "There are rules for this trip ride down there." He made his way to the driver's seat and I to the passenger's. "Rule one," Jacob adjusted his mirror and looked back at Seth and Brady. "When I look in this mirror, I want to see the rear of the road…not either of yours." I looked back at them with a smile. "Rule two," He looked at me for this one and smirked. "Do not keep your hands to yourself." I shook my head at him with another playful roll of the eyes.
"And rule three, Sergeant?" I asked with rolled eyebrows.
"What happens in Brady's car stays in Brady's car."
I heard Seth chuckle softly. "Little does he know, we already follow that rule…"
I heard Brady laugh back. "Oh, Seth." I looked back at them and they were sitting closer and holding hands.
I smiled and a minute later we pulled out of the driveway and were headed out of Wagener shortly after that.
"Well, goodnight, guys." I said leaning my seat back.
"You're going to sleep now?" Jacob asked in disbelief. "We just pulled out."
I heard Seth mumble, "That's what he said."
I giggled once and said, "Sure am. I'm exhausted; I barely slept last night."
"How come?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. I just didn't."
"Ness…" Jacob grabbed my hand.
I smiled at his concern. "Really. I just didn't sleep well. No reason at all; I just didn't."
"Sure, sure." He said it but he didn't really believe me…
He shouldn't have, because you're lying to him.
"I swear," I heard Jacob laughing with Seth and Brady. "I walked into BDA and he was jerking off in the lounge. I wanted to rip my eyes out."
"Yeah, Jake," Brady was laughing. "I'm gay and even I wouldn't want to see Embry fondling himself."
It was silent for a second and I thought I would still be able to keep my eyes closed without them knowing I was awake yet, but then Jacob asked, "What's that like?"
Seth was the one to answer. "Embry fondling himself?"
"No; being gay."
"Uh…" Seth said. "I don't understand the question. You want to know…what it's like being…gay?"
"Oh, it's fun." Brady said. "Most of the time."
"Most of the time?" Jake asked.
"Yeah, well, people look down on you sometimes—like you're not worthy enough to be around them. They make you feel ashamed to be gay. Personally, I like it when people mention I'm gay in a derogatory way—at least they are able to recognize that I can hold my own. At least they notice."
"He's a masochist." Seth said. "I like that about him."
"Yeah, I am. But I'm not going to go as far as to say that I was born this way. Because I don't think that. I think I was born and the world was filled with so many vile things that it corrupted me—and not to mention how disgusting vaginas are to look at."
"Offense." I spoke up as I opened my eyes and pulled my seat up.
"Sorry, Nessie." Brady laughed. "I didn't mean to offend your lady parts. Personally, I want to be a girl just for the boobs."
"Wow…"I laughed. "But yeah, I guess they are prettygreat."
"Hell yeah." Jake smiled at me.
I looked at the clock. We had left at around one; it was now two fifteen.
"When do you think we'll get to Myrtle Beach?" I asked him.
Jacob looked at the clock and thought for a moment. "Four…ish." He said.
I nodded and then sighed. Bored, I asked: "Anyone want to play a little game?"
"I'm up for it." Seth said almost immediately. "I've been dying of boredom back here—what you got in my mind, Ness?"
"Okay," I said turning in my seat so that I could look at them all. "Just say something about yourself that no one in this car knows. It'll be harder considering we know a lot about each other…but try." I looked at Jacob, who was giving me a face that said what do I not know about you?
"Ooh! And also, no judging. No one can get mad at anyone for anything. Got it?" They all nodded. "I'll go first." I said and thought for a moment. "I hate porn." I admitted. "I think it's disgusting—unless it's of me and my significant other."
Jacob snorted. "I love porn. Especially lesbian porn."
I stared at him.
"What?"
"That is so male of you to say." I shook my head at him.
"No," Brady said. "You're stereo-typing, Nessie. I'm male—and I hate lesbian porn. I prefer pornography of the homosexual male variety."
We looked at Seth, who was looking out the window.
"What about you, Seth?" I asked. "Do you like porn?"
"Honestly," Seth said looking back at us. "I've never watched porn—male, female…anything."
It was quiet.
"But what about that Playboy I found that one day?"
"It was Collin's." He shrugged. "And that was when I was merely experimenting with my sexuality."
I nodded. "Alright. Who's next?"
"Me." Jake said. Like me, he had to think up a good thing no one knew. "I lost my virginity when I was fourteen…at a college party." He looked over at me.
"How did you get into a college party at fourteen?" Brady asked.
"I knew a guy." Jacob shrugged.
"How old was the girl you lost it to?" Seth asked.
"She was twenty-three." He answered and looked back at me again. "You're not supposed to judge me, remember?"
"I'm not judging you, Jake." I said. "But did you even know her name?"
"Yep, I sure did." He didn't say anything else.
"What was it?" I asked.
He looked at me for yet a third time. "You're mad."
"Am not." I told him.
"Yes, you are." He said and touched his index finger to my lips. "Whenever you get mad, your lips go into a really small and pouty, tight line."
I sighed. "What was her name, Jacob?"
He sighed and looked in the rearview mirror towards the backseat. "It stays in this car, right?"
The boys gave their yes-es and so did I.
"It was Heidi."
Seth and Brady both gasped. I looked back at them and their mouths were nearly hitting the floor.
"You lost your V-card to Heidi?" Seth screeched. "Jacob that is disgusting!"
Then it clicked.
"Wait, isn't Heidi—"
"Yep—" Seth began and Brady finished.
"That's Leah's best friend."
"Leave that bitch out of it—sorry, Seth." I told him.
"Don't be." He said. "It's the truth."
My eyes shot to Jacob. "That would make her—what? Forty, now?"
"Thirty-seven." Seth said. "She just celebrated her birthday."
"Oh, my God." Brady shook his head. "I'm shocked you don't have HIV or Chlamydia or something."
My eyes widened at Jacob.
"I don't!" He almost screamed. "It was a long, long time ago and she was way too experienced. Plus, it was real nasty down there." He shuddered. "Like having sex with a cactus."
I almost fell out of my seat in laughter as I remembered a conversation from one of the first times I had met Jacob.
"Jack Daniels." I swallowed uncomfortably. "No, not really a good thing for me to have. I had too much once before and…things ended really bad."
He laughed once. "You lose your virginity to a cactus?"
I nearly choked. "W-what—Is that code for something?"
His face remained relaxed as he bluntly said, "Unfortunately, no. It's not."
I could feel that my face was almost purple. "You weren't kidding—you were serious when you told me that!" I laughed even more and then after about a minute I was able to collect myself with slight giggles only every now and then.
"Alright." Brady said. "My turn." He smiled deviously like he had already had this one prepared. "I love Guidos/Juiceheads. I love big, beefy guys with hairy bodies and no brains."
Seth laughed at him. "I know where you get your porn. It's on MTV—I do believe that it is a show called Jersey Shore."
I laughed and said, "I think that is where you and I differ, Brady. You see, I do enjoy muscular guys—but not overly muscly. I love guys with dark, rich tans—"
Jacob snorted. "Refer back to ex-boyfriend and now-boyfriend."
I laughed. "But not orange. And I love the black hair on guys—as long as it isn't gelled up like that little boy on The Simpsons. That's my type—and oh yeah," I jumped. "No body hair."
"No body hair?" Seth asked me. "Like chest hair and/or other body parts?"
"Exactly." I nodded. "I have a motto: I don't want to kiss you and get lost. I don't want to hug you and get lost—and I most definitely do not want to suck you and get lost."
"Why have I never heard this motto before?" Jacob asked me.
"It's never come up with you; you don't have overly hairy body. Actually, you don't an overly hairy anything except for your legs, arms, and that sexy five o' clock shadow. I say you're doing okay. Keep it up, my bitch." I winked and he laughed.
"Seth," Brady nudged him. "Your turn."
He smiled. "I can't really think of anything."
"C'mon." I pushed his knee. "There's got to be something."
"No, there's not." He was quiet and then said slowly. "I got a call this morning and was told that my art was being published in Time magazine."
Everyone stared at him. Literally, it was silent in the car for about a minute.
"Are-are you serious?" I asked him trying to mask the excitement in my voice just in case he was joking.
"I am." He nodded.
"Oh my gosh!" I exploded. "Seth, that's great! Your work really is amazing!"
"I can't believe you didn't tell me about that!" Brady hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I am so proud of you!"
"I heard you were a good photographer." Jacob said. "That's awesome, man."
"Not only is my man a good photographer," Brady was still hugging Seth. "He's a great artist, too."
"He really is." I told Jake and then looked at Seth. "Did you send them in or something?"
"No, my art teacher did. Actually, she knows the one of the editors and she was able to pull a few strings."
"That's incredible," I said. "I'm really happy for you. Your art is great."
"Thanks, Ness." He smiled.
Thirty minutes later, both Seth and Brady were asleep in the back seat in each other's arms.
Jacob picked up my hand. "I love you." He said kissing it gently.
"I love you, too." I sighed. "I need to tell you something."
He peered at me in the corner of his eye. "God, Ness." He said in a worried voice. "If this is something about you and Nahuel—"
"It's not." I rubbed my thumbs in a circular motion along his hand. "I lied to you earlier. When you asked me why I didn't sleep well…I lied."
"What about, Nessie?"
"I've been having this dream for a while. Since Bree and Victoria were down here, actually. In it, they die…and so do you. I get so scared that it's going to just…stop being a dream. That it—"
"That's not going to happen, Ness." Jacob reassured me. "I'm going to be by your side no matter what, because I love you, honey."
I smiled weakly. "I'm sorry for lying."
"It's fine—well, not fine…but I need you to trust me more with your secrets. You have little confidence in me when it comes to telling me things—"
"That not true, Jake." I told him. "I tell you everything most of the time."
He shook his head. "That's just it. Most of the time isn't all the time—and that's what I need from you."
I nodded with a smile plating on my lips. "I love you, you know that, right?"
He smiled and kissed my hand. "I sure do."
We finally made it to Sam and Emily's beach house at four, like Jacob had predicted, after that very successful drive over. We stepped out of the Escape and looked up at the huge beach house. A sign near the roof stated the name of the house, "Alpha Shark".
"Welcome, friends." I heard a familiar voice. I looked up at the deck to see Sam and Emily descending down the stairs. "We're glad you could make it." Sam continued.
"Well, thanks for inviting us, Sam." Jake said walking to the trunk of the car. He opened it and began to pull out all of our bags.
Sam walked to us and held a hand out to Jake. Jake shook it and then Sam did the same to me. "Good to see you again, Nessie." I smiled, did Jake send out a mass email telling everyone to start calling me that or something?
"Hey, you too. Thanks for letting me come." I said.
"No problem." Emily said giving me a hug. "Any friend of Jake's is a friend to us."
Seth and Brady got out of the Escape.
"Thanks for inviting us, too, guys." Seth said.
"Yeah," Brady nodded. "Thanks." He had a pair of blue Ray-Bans on now.
"Grab your bags, you guys," Emily said, "and I'll show you guys where your rooms are."
I smiled at Jake and picked up my four bags in my hands. I followed Emily up the stairs and into the house.
It was stunning.
There was a chandelier in the middle of the living room, illuminating the gold walls. A dark brown leather couch sat there along with a glass coffee table.
Emily kept on walking through the room and into an open doorway which held the kitchen. It was pretty, too.
Everything was made of stainless steel except the counters; they were a dark, black marble.
We kept walking and then entered a hallway that ascended upstairs. We walked up there.
"Ness," She smiled at me. "Both yours and Jake's room is up here along with Collin, Paul, and Embry's room."
Jacob was at the bottom of the stairs now with his bag. "Did I just hear you say that Collin, Paul and Embry are sharing a room?"
Emily laughed. "Yes, you did, Jake."
"This ought to be good." Jacob snorted.
"It shall." Emily agreed with another laugh.
When we got to the top of the stairs we kept on walking straight ahead. Finally we made our way to a room with a red door.
"Here's your room." She opened the door.
I was speechless.
The first thing I noticed was the view of the beach. It was right there—and we had a deck and everything to go out on and sit…or…
"Wow." I looked at Jacob's nodding head. "This is great."
I scanned around the room with my eyes.
Not only was the room huge, but it was also furnished in the most beautiful of colors and textures. The floor was hardwood—easier to pick up sand from off the beach. There was a dresser and beside that was a giant, full length mirror that stretched to the floor. If you didn't know any better, you might think it to be another room and walk in to it.
And then there was the bed.
It was king-sized with large fluffy pillows and a big, cool water-colored comforter.
Is it wrong for me to think about Jacob and I doing the nasty right here, right now, on this? I thought.
"So, the bathroom is right there…" She pointed to another door angled across from the bed. "Unfortunately, it must be shared with Collin, Embry, and Paul. It has a door connecting to their room as well as yours—it locks for privacy on both sides." She laughed. "Just in case." She nudged me.
I shook my head still taking in the beauty of the room. "This is gorgeous. The house, the room—everything." I set my bags down on to the floor.
"Why, thank you." She smiled. "I'll leave you guys to unpack. Come down whenever you want. Just FYI we're eating dinner at six." She winked at the two of us.
When she had left the room, I fell onto the bed.
"I am exhausted." I said.
Jake sighed. "Me too." He made a fake stretched and just happened fall on top of me on the bed. "So tired…" He sighed again overdramatically and started to bounce rapidly on top of me. "And this bed is so nice to lay on."
I giggled. "The bed, you perv?"
He kissed my neck. "I love you." He said as rolled off of me. He stood up and pulled his shirt off and kicked off his flip-flops. He was sliding down his khaki shorts when I laughed.
"Woah, boyfriend. What are you about to do to me?"
He laughed. "Well, I was going to take a nap before dinner is ready—but I could do everything to you." He jumped and dove onto the bed beside me, wrapping me in his arms.
"No, not now." I giggled as I playfully pushed his chest. He pretended to chomp at my neck and cheeks causing me giggle even more. "We are only going to sleep now."
"Now?" His eyebrows rose up with his goofy grin.
I pinched his cheek and got out of bed. "No, you horny animal. Sleep now."
"Love-making later?"
I winked. "If you don't get an erection between now and then, I will make love to you."
"Then when?" He asked.
I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled them down my hips. I bit my lip and stepped out of them. I kicked them across the room and pulled off my top shirt.
"I'm losing, Ness." Jake nearly moaned as he stared at me in my orange camisole and purple cheekies from Victoria's Secret. His hand slowly drifted to the front of his boxers. "Orange and purple?"
"Your dad said you were into the Clemson Tigers." I smirked. "I thought you might like it."
"Oh, I do." He nodded and held his arms out to me. "Come, my love."
I laughed and crawled under the covers; he did the same.
"I love you." I told him. It was so reflexive to say to him. Like I had been saying it all my life.
"I love you, too." He kissed my hair and I pressed my back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. "Wake me up if you have a bad dream."
"I will." I said sleepily. "Promise…"
We didn't do anything but spoon, because the second we closed our eyes we were out like lights.
"Aaahhh!"
I wasn't the one screaming…nor was I the one making the bed rock up and down, back and forth, side to side and everything in between.
No, this was a high-pitched scream. It was deafening enough to almost make me want to rip my eardrums out—because that would be less painful for me to deal with.
"Unca Jake! Unca Jake! Unca Jake!" The voice was bouncing up and down.
Correction: The child containing the voice was comingfrom was jumping up and down...on the bed.
I opened my eyes to see and Emily and Sam's son—Levi—straddling Jake's chest. He was beating his itsy-bitsy fists against Jake's pecs. Jacob opened one eye groggily and then smiled.
"Hey, little man!" Jake scooped him up into a big bear hug.
"Unca Jake, I canst breave." The squished child said against Jake's grip.
"Oh!" Jacob joked. "Sorry, Levi." He let him sit back up on his chest.
"Now," The three-year-old giggled. "Guess who's comin' to the beage?"
"I don't know." Jake poke Levi's tummy. "Who's coming to the beach?"
He giggled more and, in a bashful voice, said, "Allie."
"Ooh!" Jacob nodded. "She's pretty. Is she your girlfriend, player?"
"No!" Levi squealed. "Girls are yucky!" He looked at me. "No 'ffense, Nessie."
I sighed. "Well, I happen to think that boys are yucky."
"Nu-uh." Jacob disagreed. "We're the best. Right, Levi?" Jacob held up a palm to the little boy.
"Right!" He high-fived it. He smiled and then looked at me. "If you think boys are so yucky, then why's you asleep wiff Unca Jake?"
"Because." I said with a smile.
"'Cause why?"
"'Cause I don't think this boy is yucky." I nudged Jake with my elbow.
Levi looked back at Jake with an exasperated expression. He pointed his nubby finger at me. "Do you think she's yucky?"
"Yes." Jacob said nodding his head.
"Ugh!" I slapped his chest. "That's rude, Uncle Jake."
He smiled and the door opened to the bedroom. "Levi Aaron Uley, why on earth are you bothering Jake and Nessie?"
It was Sam. He pointed to the spot on the ground next to him.
"Come here now, son. Leave the two of them alone."
"Okay…" Levi sighed and trudged to the end of the bed.
"Come here, little man." Jacob told him.
Levi smiled and jumped into Jacob's arms. "I love you, buddy."
"I love you, too, Unca Jake." Levi said. Jacob leaned his cheek towards him; Levi gave a little, wet kiss and then turned to me with his short arms. He wrapped them around my neck. "I love you, too, Nessie—even if you are a yucky girl."
I laughed. "I love you, too, you yucky boy."
And with that Levi jumped off the bed and onto the floor. He ran towards the door and passed Sam.
"Sorry," Sam apologized. "He's been all over the place today. It won't happen again."
"He's fine, Sam." Jacob waved him off and sat up in the bed. "Live a little, man."
"Goodbye, Jake." Sam started out the door. "You, too, Nessie."
He closed the door; I looked at Jacob. "Uncle Jake?"
He laughed. "The more appropriate title would be 'Godfather Jake', but I'll deal with whatever." He shrugged. "Although, that would be pretty cool if I could get him to ask me a favor," Jacob scratched his chin and puffed out his cheeks.
I laughed at poked them. "You're crazy."
He shrugged. "That's why you love me."
"No," I shook my head. "I love you because you're perfect—craziness is a mere part of your perfection."
"Oh, shucks." Jacob was faintly blushing.
I kissed his cheek and then looked over at the clock on the wall.
"It's almost six. You want to go downstairs?" I asked him.
"Do we have to?" He whined and pulled me into his arms and then said in a frilly, girly voice, "Don't you want to stay for a while and cuddle?"
I laughed at him. "I'm starting to wonder about you. First you tell me that if you could switch teams, you'd play for Seth. Then, not to mention, I hear you ask him what it's like to be gay." I smirked at him. "So, is there something you'd need to tell me?"
"Yes, there is…" He looked down and then slowly lifted his gaze up to me. He sighed. "I'm…so in love with you." He dipped his head down and kissed my neck. "You are the most beautiful woman in the whole world."
"As are you, you animal." I giggled and pulled his lips to mine. I smiled against them and kissed him once more before pulling away and getting out of the bed.
I looked back at him. He was glaring at me. "That wasn't very nice, you tease."
I stuck my tongue out and then pulled on my jeans.
"Those aren't necessary." He said.
"Around Seth and Brady, at least." I smirked at him.
He rolled out of the bed and pulled on his khakis. I was running my eyes up his body when I saw something right above his right hip.
"What is that scar from?" I asked. It was a long faded line that stretched from the outer of his hip bone and then shortly towards his V-cut. It was almost directly between his three-leaf clover and—ironically—the word "luck".
He looked down and slowly explained. "I was stabbed when I was sixteen. I got into some trouble with a few guys and…this happened."
"Oh, my God." I gasped. "What do you mean a few guys? Like a gang?"
"Gang…" He nodded and then said in a quiet voice. "Drug dealers."
I stared at him. "Drug dealers…?" I looked down and then back up. "You were on drugs?"
He swallowed. "I did a lot of things back then that I am not proud of. Drugs were just one of those smaller glitches on the radar."
I don't know why this made me so uncomfortable, but I felt that I was going to puke my guts up right there, right then.
"What…kind of drugs? Were you a junkie?" I asked crossing my arms across my chest. It felt like all my confidence was drained out from inside me.
He ran his hand through hair. "What does it matter what I took—"
"It just…does." I cut him off. "Please….What kind of drugs?"
He sighed. "I did coke…and heroin. I smoked weed. I was really into crystal meth and a little PCP." He cleared his throat. "And, yeah, I was a junkie."
I felt my eyes starting to tear up. "You're not…still—"
"No." He shook his head firmly. "No, I gave it all up when I was nineteen. That was when I learned that there were better things in life than just narcotics. I've been about seven years sober now." He moved to my side. He reached to touch my arm and—I don't know why—but I jerked away.
"Ness…" He said. His voice was coated in hurt and pain. "I'm not that guy anymore. You know that—you've seen me. Have I even acted like that since you've known me?"
I didn't answer.
"Please, trust me." His voice cracked. "No one in that town truly knows the real Jacob now. They all remember the screwed up crack-head from back then. But you know me." This time when he touched me, I didn't pull away. He drew me into his arms.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked in a weary voice.
"I wanted to—I really did." He sucked in a shaky breath. "But I thought you might react—well…like this."
"I'm not reacting like anything, Jake. It's just a lot to take in." I sighed and then cleared my throat. "And I do trust you, Jake, I really do, but…it's a lot to take in…" I repeated.
"I know, and I'm sorry." He kissed my forehead.
"No more secrets?" I looked up at him.
He shook his head. "No more secrets. You know everything about me." He pulled away and grabbed my hand. "Let's go see everyone, alright?"
I sighed too quiet for him to hear and grabbed his hand. I pushed out a tight smile and said, "Sure."
We heard an echoing voice reverberating off the walls. He laughed in a creepy way. "It was so friggin' hilarious, guys!" Jake and I made it to the bottom of the stairs to the kitchen just in time for me to see a tan guy waving his arms around and telling a very dramatic story.
He was okay looking. He had short brown hair and was just, well, short—well, I take it back. He wasn't short—but he wasn't as tall as Jake.
"What was, Paul?" Jake asked the guy.
Paul looked up from telling the story to Emily and Sam. I noticed the guy I had met at BDA when I had gone to pick up my truck. Emery, or something? And in the very back corner of the room, I saw someone that almost made me laugh and he was the one to answer Jake.
"We went to Hooter's and today just happened to be the day that they're giving carwashes out in their sexy, little white t-shirts." Collin smirked. "Embry, over here—" He jabbed a thumb in Embry's direction. "—got a little, bitty boner at first glance."
Embry stood and glared at Collin, but before he could yell at him a tiny little voice asked, "What does that mean?"
Everyone looked over to Levi, who was sitting on the floor rolling his trucks around.
"Well," Sam nodded to his son. "What do you think it means?"
"I think it means that Em-ber-y thought that those girls were pwity and then he gots excited." The little boy looked up with a gleaming smile. Everyone laughed.
"You're a genius, you know that?" Paul ran and scooped Levi over his shoulders and faux-slammed him on the couch causing him to giggle.
"Daddy says that I knows too much for my owns good."
Paul looked up at Sam with a goofy grin. "Now, why would he say that?"
"Yep." Levi chirped. "'Cause I hang around your loud ass."
"Levi!" Emily's mouth dropped but her eyes were smiling with everyone who was laughing around her.
"What?" Levi's little black brows pushed together. "That's what Daddy says about him."
"I agree with your Daddy, Jammer." Jake said from beside.
Levi wrestled away from Paul and ran over to Jake. He launched himself into his arms. Levi laid his head onto Jake's chest and looked at me. He smiled and I smiled back.
"Let's go talk to your Daddy, little man." Jake told him and then looked at me.
"Go, I'll be right here." I told him. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
As they walked to Sam, I heard Levi ask Jake, "Do you love her?"
"Yes, I do." Jake answered.
"Are you gonna get married and have lots of babies?"
Jake chuckled. "You ask a lot of questions, kid." Jake sighed and then said quietly, "God, I hope so."
I thought to myself, Marrying Jake and having kids…God, I hope so…
"Hello, beautiful. I haven't seen you in a while."
I looked up to see Collin standing next to me. He took a brief overview of my body and then looked up into my eyes.
"Yeah," I smirked at him. "I was enjoying the silence."
He chuckled and licked his lips. His lip ring bobbed when he smiled. "So, you and Jacob, eh?"
"Yes. Me and Jake." I nodded. "What's that got to do with you?"
"It doesn't." He shrugged. "I just want you to be careful with him."
I quirked a brow. "What are you talking about?"
"Trust." He said. "It's something I saw in your eyes the first time I met you. You trust people too easily."
"I do not." I shook my head. "And there is nothing untrustworthy about Jacob."
"Fine." He held up his hands in surrender. "But don't blame me when he hurts you."
He started to walk away, but I grabbed his arm. He looked down at the contact and then smiled at me. "Can't keep your hands off of me?"
I slapped his arm.
"Ow!" He grabbed it.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked him in a stern voice.
"Ask him about '94." His smirk was gone and he was looking at me with a serious face.
"What about '94, Collin?"
"Just ask him." He swallowed and then shook his head at me. "You shouldn't trust him, Renesmee. I don't because he's dangerous."
"How so—"
"Hey, Ness…" Jacob said. The three-year-old had removed himself from Jacob's hip now and was nowhere to be seen. Jacob eyed Collin. "Hello, Collin."
"Hello, Jacob."
I stood back and stared at the two of them. They were both puffed up with testosterone—I was waiting on them to start pounding their chests to find out who was the dominate male.
"This guy bothering you, Ness?" Jake asked me without taking his eyes away from Collin.
"Oh, please, Jacob." Collin rolled his eyes. "Give it a rest. Let her talk to me if she wants to."
Jacob slowly turned to me. "You want to talk to him?"
I exhaled and then looked at Collin's leering face. "No." I said grabbing Jake's hand. "I want to go for a walk on the beach…" I looked to Jake's face. "With my trustworthy boyfriend that loves me."
"Good luck with that." Collin snorted.
Jacob puffed up his chest again and stepped toward Collin; he towered over him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Collin held up his hands with a grin. "Nothing…" He looked to me. "But there's absolutely no need to get dangerous with me."
I rolled my eyes and before Jake could puff back up, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the door to the porch.
"Come on, Jake." I said. "Leave Collin alone to have make-up sex with his right hand."
Lightening the mood, Jacob's laugh was so beautiful.
"I really don't like that guy." Jacob said kicking the sand on the beach with his bare feet.
"I'm not his number one fan either." I said.
We had kicked off our shoes at Sam and Emily's porch and were now making our way down the shoreline. Hand in hand we watched the sun go down and we even saw a few dolphins pass by. In a distant I could see a shrimp boat reeling in a day's catch.
I looked up at him and I meant to tell him how attractive he looked—I really did—but instead, these words came flying out of my mouth:
"What happened in '94?"
Jake's steps faltered, but he kept on walking with me. "Why?" He asked in a stiff voice.
I sighed. "I know about your arrest." He stared at me. "I don't know why, but I don't…" I shook my head. "Why?"
"It's not important." He said in the same constrictive voice.
"Of course it's important, Jake. We're trying not to keep secrets, remember—"
"Ness, please don't make me tell you."
"Jake—"
"If you love me, then you won't make me say."
I stared at him for a long moment and then sighed. "Fine—but only because I love you." I pulled him closer and kissed his lips softly. "And," I said as we pulled apart, "because I totally agree that Collin is a douchebag."
He laughed. "I don't like the way he looks at you."
I nodded. "Yeah. Ever since he saw me almost naked, he's looked at me with a bulging erection."
Jake stared at me. I shrugged. "Hey, you got your secrets—I got mine." I started walking again and he followed me.
"So…" I grabbed his hand. "Levi worships you like a god."
"Well that makes sense." He nodded with a smile. "Seeing as I am his godfather."
"Ooh, that sounds like a tough job." I pushed his arm and he laughed.
"Truth be told, it couldn't get any easier." He shrugged. "All you got to do is love him." He shook his head in disbelief. "God, I remember when that little boy was born. They grow up so fast."
I smiled and then asked, "Do you think you'll ever want to make room for a little girl?"
Jacob stopped completely in his tracks and swallowed. He turned his head as slow as a turtle and looked at me with a neon white complexion.
"Are…Are you…?" His eyes went wide then he whispered one word. "Pregnant?"
"No! No, no, no, no!" I jumped, shaking my head. "I'm not."
He exhaled out his lungs completely. "Good. I can't…handle…anything like that right now."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked with my hands on my hips. "What if I just lied to you? What if I really am pregnant?"
"With everything going on with Billy, I can't deal with another mouth to feed."
I stared at him. His face was telling me something different.
"Don't hide behind Billy, Jake. He can take care of himself."
"Sadly, he can't. That's why I'm there—"
"No." I shook my head. "He's got everyone in Wagener checking up on him every single moment of every single day. Now, what's the real reason?"
He pursed his lips. "I'm afraid that I won't be a good dad."
"Jacob." I gasped in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? You would the greatest father in the world." I pulled him closer and wrapped my arms around his waist.
He shook his head. "What if my little boy or girl comes to me with drug problems at school. I'd be a hypocrite."
"Think of it like this." I offered up. "Would you rather have a son that's mad at you for being hypocritical about something that could potentially kill him? Or would you rather have a son that's mad at himself for not listening to you being a hypocrite over something that could, well, potentially kill him?"
"Got any choices where my son isn't such a teenager?"
I laughed at him. "Unfortunately, no. I don't."
"I don't know then." He shrugged and kissed my forehead. "But I could definitely see myself with a little country girl, too."
I smiled. "Well, I could see myself with a beautiful boy."
"What about both?" He asked.
"Like twins?" I asked and he nodded. "I'd love that most. I want to just go to college, get married, have kids and live forever watching them grow up and have their own families." I sighed. "I just want someone to love and to love me back…."
"I love you." He smiled and then kissed my hair. "What do you want to be?"
I shrugged. "I don't know yet. I went through a phase where I wanted to be a forensic—but then I realized I could get shot—out of the question. I wanted to be a plastic surgeon, but I don't do well being at the risk of killing someone—and/or myself—with one wrong move—also out. So, now, sometimes I think about becoming a teacher."
"Ooh." Jacob laughed. "You look absolutely stimulating."
"Oh, really?" I asked with a smirk.
"Sure, sure." He nodded. "I can see you in a little skirt and a bun in your hair—maybe even some sexy, little glasses."
I pursed my lips at him. "Do I get to spank you with my ruler?"
He chuckled. "As long as I get to spank you with mine."
I laughed and then kissed him.
He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "I've always wanted to have sex with a teacher." He shrugged. "Just to, ya know, see if I could get away with it."
"I want to have sex with you." I blurted out.
He stared at me and then his eyes went wild as he glanced around the beach. "Now?" He asked.
I shrugged. "Now. Or later. It's not really up to me. You're the one with that special appendage that makes everything necessary."
He smirked and then ran a hand through his hair. "Tonight. When everyone goes out for bingo. You and I can stay in—unless you want to go to bingo?"
I ran my hands up his muscular arms. "I'd rather stay home with you." I dropped my hands and pulled him closer against me by his belt loops. "And we could make it interesting."
He raised his eyebrows. "How so?"
"Role-play." I smirked at him. "That's always fun."
I swore that I saw him blush then. "Never tried it."
I gasped. "Are you serious?"
He nodded and then said quietly, "Maybe…"
I slapped his arm. "Are you telling me that I'm going to be the first to swipe your RP card?"
He shrugged. "Guess so."
"It'll be fun." I winked. "Just wait and see…"
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