Author's Note: Obviously this is an All Human Story. It is rated NC-17for lemons. The content will touch on/explore BDSM and Dom/sub relationships, it will veer away from BDSM to a male led relationship that includes RARE Domestic Discipline. There will be a willing power exchange, but I am taking substantial liberties and the final version of J/N relationship will not adhere to what most would consider a BDSM relationship.
Important Disclaimer: I don't live the D/s, BDSM, or DD lifestyle. This is a work of fiction and, as such, should not be used as an instruction manual.
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Who got you off when you got yours?
Who was the first to spill your soul?
Who got you off? Well, I'm the one
Dreamed of doing it day and night
Dave Matthews Band, Crash Into Me
Showers
RPOV
June 15, 2014
June came too quickly, and so did my break, I jumped right back into the full swing of organizing my wedding. Bella was taking me to brunch with Alice so I could begin to plan my ceremony program. Or so I thought because when we got to the restaurant my friends were all there and they yelled "Surprise!" I was a little confused until Bella told me we were having my Bridal Shower.
Bella showed me a framed invitation. It was a card with a white piece of lingerie and my sizes, the name of the restaurant, the date, time, and the following text: 'something pretty, something nice, something naughty, something to add a little spice... let's help knock Jake's socks off... please join us for a lingerie shower honoring May Dwyer'.
Twenty of my friends were in attendance as well as Aunt Esme, Alice, and Rose. Alice informed me that Jake's sisters had been invited, but had sent regrets and gifts. I understood; Rebecca lived in Hawaii and Rachel had just given birth to little William Joseph. Jake and I were planning to visit her the next weekend to meet him.
Everyone came with a different set of lingerie for me to take on my honeymoon. While some were beautiful, some were downright sinful and decadent. The girls from my school all got me conservative items from chain stores, most were slips, baby dolls, and bra and panty sets. It was the women in mine and Jake's families that were substantially more risque in their purchases. Rebecca got me a black drape neck chemise and silk stockings and Rachel got a mesh and lace pink chemise with pink fishnet stockings. Alice bought several pieces of French lingerie that didn't really seem to cover any of the necessary parts; she had purchased open cup bras, crotchless panties, garter belts and stockings, she made me hold up each piece for everyone to see. Esme had purchased several pieces from La Perla that included three long silk and satin nightgowns, matching robes, bras and panties. Rose bought an open cup black leather bustier with nail head embellishments, a steel zipper, and matching g-string, a two-piece chain vest and collar with matching black leather thong, a red leather lace up corset, garter, and g-string, and several pairs of red and black silk stockings. I blushed quite a bit when I opened hers. She mentioned that men who like cars like metal and leather. Bella bought several lace and crisscross strap teddies as well as a couple more silk slips like the white one she gave me for my first date with Jake. By the time I finished unwrapping the gifts I felt like I didn't even have the ability to blush anymore.
Finally I unwrapped the last present and then Alice announced the game "Whose panties are these?" She handed me 24 white paper bags and I had to guess who had purchased each set of bra and underwear. Anyone who I couldn't guess got a $25 gift card to Bath & Body works. The easy ones were Rose – leather & chain; Esme – La Perla white silk, Alice – black ruffled lace, and Bella – strappy lace. My friends were tougher because all of their items came from standard collections. The only three I could figure out were Zafrina – leopard print lycra, Claire – pink lace, and Carmen – black and white floral cotton. Bella gave them gift cards anyway, and because of my status as the bride she handed me a $50 gift card as well. I couldn't help smiling because my Valentine fragrances from Jake were running low and I was desperate to replace the Lavender Vanilla, Jasmine Vanilla, and Tranquil Mint; and to gather some of my old favorites like Warm Vanilla Sugar, Green Clover and Aloe, and Seaspray.
As we left Bella, Alice, Rose, and Esme also announced that the Saturday before the Wedding my bridesmaids and I would all be spending the entire day at a high end spa, getting massages and various other spa treatments. Alice told me that since she knew I would be receiving so much lingerie the four of them had decided to get me a cedar chifferobe which would be waiting at home for me and that I wasn't allowed to show Jake any of the gifts until the wedding. I thanked everyone for the amazing surprises and gifts. When I went home I had to immediately write 26 thank you notes.
The following weekend Jake and I headed to La Push to meet William Joseph Foley, Rachel and Paul's adorable little boy. Paul and Raych asked us to be his Godparents; Jake and I were touched by the request and happily agreed. Jake gave them a beautiful rocking chair for the nursery; it must have cost him a fortune. I had made a larger throw for Rachel which matched the baby blanket I gave her for the shower.
Willy was such an adorable baby and seeing Jake hold his nephew in his arms was beautiful. I watched as he held this fragile little human being in his arms, Jake's smile was brilliant. I could just imagine him with our children one day.
The baby wasn't fussy at all. Rachel said he was even sleeping through the night, but Paul would sneak in to the nursery throughout the night to make sure he was still breathing.
I spent several hours that weekend with old Quil learning the language and customs of the tribe. When I talked to Jake about the customs Quil had told me about Jake only knew a few of them. He decided that if Quil would have it then he would join me to learn as well since I was apparently getting more information than he had about old tribal customs.
~*Break*~
Jake insisted that we spend some of our time working on redecorating the condo. We started our walk through the house in the basement. He kept his wood working tools and some miniature figurines he had carved down there. He basically had the entrance to the garage, a large storage space, a pile of wood for the fireplace, a tool bench, and the washer and dryer. I hadn't even been down to the basement since he bought the place.
"Can I hang a couple clothes lines down here?" I asked.
"Of course, Baby, it'll be your house in a couple months. You can do anything you want," he replied proudly.
My heart filled with pleasure, he wanted me to make his house my own. However, I could not see myself spending that much time in the basement. "I'm only going to come down here for laundry and maybe wood in the winter. I just kind of think of this as your space since the tools and wood are down here. It's kind of like your own Jacob cave," I teased with a small giggle.
He chuckled. "Well, if I get a Jacob cave then we need a special Nessie place too."
"I already have the Nessie closet," I quickly shot back.
"Nope," he said, growing serious, determined for me to find my own place, "We'll have two empty rooms when the guys move out and we aren't having kids for a few years so one of them is a special place for just you." He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed my forehead. "You could set it up for studying, crafting, or whatever you want sweetheart. We just have to decide what to do with the other room."
"Mmm..." I smiled. I was beginning to really feel married. We were making decisions together about our home. "I think we should have a guest room for when your sisters or my aunt and uncle want to visit." I knew better than to mention Billy; he wouldn't be visiting.
"Sounds great, Baby." We walked back upstairs. "Do you wanna change anything about the house? I know the previous owner's tastes aren't exactly our style and I probably should have repainted when I moved in, but I didn't... so... it's a blank canvas," he said sheepishly.
I didn't want him to feel ashamed that his bachelor pad wasn't fully decorated. "Jacob it's fine. This way we can start fresh, make it our house, together. We'll brainstorm. When do you want to paint – before or after the wedding?"
Smiling down at me, his hand moved to the small of my back, rubbing it absently as he looked around. "Well obviously we can't do the rooms upstairs until the boys move out. So we will get the rest of the house done before the wedding, and leave those rooms for last."
"Are you sure Jake? I know you've been working so hard lately, and the last thing I want is for you to come home from a long day at the garage and have to work more. I don't want you too tired out to have fun."
"Yeah... I'm sure... If I get to tired I'll cut back at the shop. I can always make up for it after the wedding. It's not like we're hurting for business. I just want to give Rose a cushion while we're gone just in case of emergencies. If I had more room in the shop I'd hire another mechanic, but we're saving for expansion and Quil's got the house calls covered for now."
"That's great, Hun!" I was so proud that his business was doing so well.
"Anyway, we were talking about the walls..." he just let the statement hang.
He wanted my opinion. "So do you think we'll eat mostly in the kitchen or the dining room?"
"The kitchen," he replied decisively.
"Okay, so let's start there." We headed into the kitchen and I looked around. Jake sat on the counter. We had stainless steel appliances, dark granite counter tops, light wood cabinets, medium hardwood flooring, and white walls. "We need to think of this room as the center of our house. What do you love about this room, Jake?"
"The Viking." He pointed at the massive six burner gas oven and hood.
"Is that it?" I asked incredulously.
"Well I like the other appliances too, but the oven's my favorite. It's a beast." He chuckled. "What do you like about the kitchen?"
"I love the hardwood floor, the granite counters, and the kitchen table." The table was cherry and could expand to hold four to ten people. It was beautiful. The one in the dining room was very similar, but had more elaborate trim and sat six to twelve people.
"Yeah I like those too. So we keep the floor, counters, and appliances as they are."
"So do you hate anything about the kitchen?" I asked.
"The cabinets. I shoulda refinished them months ago to match the floor."
"You can do that?" I asked surprised.
He rolled his eyes. "Of course I can. Where did you think I got the tables from?"
"The tables?" I asked. "I thought you bought them."
"Nessie, I've been working with wood since I was a toddler. I don't buy any wooden furniture. It's all either way too expensive or it falls apart in a couple months. It's a waste of money."
"Wait – so are you saying all the wood furniture in the house is hand built?"
"Well – I don't know about the stuff in Quil and Embry's rooms, but yeah everything else is built by yours truly."
"Even the bedroom furniture?" I was impressed and proud of my man! They were amazingly detailed and matched perfectly.
"Yep." He grinned pleased with himself. "And I'm making you some furniture as a wedding gift," he revealed with a wink.
"Really – what?"
"I'm not gonna blow all my secrets today." He chuckled. "Wait – did you think I bought the rocking chair I gave Raych and Paul?" He was referring to his gift for the birth of the baby. I nodded. "Sweetie, I love my sister, but she'd be mortified if I bought her something like that. Billy makes his living as a carver so we all know how much high quality furniture costs. She'd never accept a gift that cost that kind of cash."
"How much would a chair like that sell for?" I wondered why he didn't make furniture full time.
"Depends where it's being sold."
"Just give me a ballpark."
"I've seen Billy sell similar rockers for more than a thousand off the Rez. He'd charge much less on the Rez or he'd probably barter it for something of equal value."
"Why the heck are you in the auto repair business if you can do that?"
"Cause I'm a shitty salesman. I won't live my life praying I can make a sale when I can work at something I love and the business comes to me. I grew up poor 'cause Billy wasn't a great salesman either and I wouldn't ever subject my family to that when I can earn a decent living with the skills I have."
"Well I guess that makes sense, but all the stuff you've made is beautiful."
"Thanks, babe. So I'll refinish the cabinets to match the floor. What else do you want to change?"
"Well the wall color needs to change and I'd love to have a back splash made from tile. Don't tell me - you know how to do that," I said sarcastically.
"Nope," he grinned and pulled out his phone, "but, I know someone who does know how to tile and I can have them teach us or I can ask him to do it himself as a wedding present." He started texting someone."
"Really – who?"
Shaking his head, he said, "Not telling until we get through the whole house and make a list of anything else that needs tile. So what are you thinking for the walls and the color of the back splash?"
"Wait – can you finish those cabinets to match any wood?" I began thinking that a high contrast would be nice.
"Yeah they're birch and they've only been clear coated I'm sure I can strip it off and add any stain you like. What wood do you want it to match?"
"The tables. I love them so much and I was just thinking we could have the dark wood with the lighter floors and then a soft creamy blue back splash and wall color."
"Sounds great, Babe. Should we be writing this down or will you lock it away in your memory?" I tapped the side of my head in answer and he chuckled as we moved to the dining room.
"I pretty much love this room with the exception of the white walls and the chandelier," I told him as we stood looking around the dining room.
"Okay so we get rid of the tacky chandelier and put some other light fixture in. What color do you think for this room."
"Why don't we use the china pattern we picked? We can paint the walls that same blue and use cream accents and maybe get an oriental rug to fit with it all."
"Sounds good." He started texting again.
"Who are you texting?"
"Just a friend who can change the light fixture."
"Do you have a bunch of friends I don't know about?"
"Nope, you know both these guys."
"Then why won't you tell me who they are?"
"'Cause I love watching your forehead wrinkle in puzzlement." He laughed as I pouted. "That pout is incredibly cute too." He smoothed my forehead with a thumb and kissed me softly.
We headed into the living room, which was like a time warp into another era. The walls and fireplace were beige stucco with a dark granite hearth and a mantel that matched the cabinets in the kitchen. Above the fireplace was a large inset that held the TV. The mismatched furniture was laid out to focus on the TV and the ugly fireplace.
"Jake, I've never asked you, but why did you take all the furniture from the apartment and where did you get those wicker chairs?" I pointed at the Papasan chairs and couch with huge green cushions.
He grinned sheepishly and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "I picked up the chairs, rugs, and curtains at a yard sale all for twenty bucks. The furniture from the apartment was going to go to Goodwill if I didn't take it. Bella didn't need it anymore and since Carlisle and Esme bought it for Alice, Bella, and me I figured they'd rather it come with me."
I was a bit surprised he had managed to furnish his entire living room for twenty dollars. "Wow you got all this for twenty dollars!"
"Well..." he hedged, "actually I got all the rugs and curtains through the whole house, plus the two chairs, my dishes, and most of the cookware and gadgets in the kitchen."
My jaw dropped. "Who would sell all that stuff for so little money?"
"It was a lucky find one morning on my run. I was running the loop on Mercer Island that Saturday. They were just setting out the stuff at five in the morning. They were burning the house down to build on the footprint and I hadn't done laundry that week so I threw on that horrible shirt Emmett got as a joke for the 2012 election – you know the one 'Palin/Jindel.' The folks were avid Republicans and got the impression I was too. I didn't correct them. So we shot the shit about politics for a while and I told them about the garage. I was admiring their stuff and said I was in the middle of a run. They were trying to get rid of stuff fast so they asked if I had any cash on me to hold it. I said I had twenty to hold the stuff and asked how much it all was and they told me twenty would cover it. I tried to give them more, but they wouldn't have it. They're some of my best customers at the garage now. They do all their maintenance with me. They threw in the dishes when I got back since they didn't want to store them while the house was being rebuilt."
"And you say you're not a good salesman," I giggled.
"Well I'm a good people person, but I can't sell shit to save my ass. They liked me is all." He smiled his sexy grin. "So anyway, what do you like about this room?"
"The size," I answered simply.
"You're nothing if not honest." He chuckled.
"What do you like about this room?" I asked.
"My Man TV and the fireplace." I shuddered. "What don't you like about those?" He asked.
"The flat screen is fine, but that is the ugliest fireplace I have ever seen."
"Well I didn't say I liked the look of it I just like to have fire." His eyes lit up and he grinned boyishly.
"Oh... I like fire too, but can't we do anything to make it look nicer?"
"Of course, Baby. Do you wanna keep the TV there? It's kinda awkward anywhere else because then the room has two focal points."
"We can keep the TV above the fireplace, but what can we do to improve the stucco it's horrible, but I don't want to get into some insane project that involves refinishing the whole room."
"I don't know how involved that is. Let me get an expert opinion." Jake grabbed his cell and dialed someone. "Hey man... So the text I sent you about teaching me to tile... Well I've got another question and I figured you's know the answer. Remember the stucco walls in my living room... Yeah," he chuckled, "the ugly fireplace yes... Well, dude consider it your wedding present to me... You don't have to do the work just teach me... Well if that's how it is I'd love your help. Are you sure you can't just show me and leave me to finish it?" Jake just smiled at me. "Yeah, I guess that would be tough... No, you know I don't know shit about masonry... I have no idea what's behind it..." Jake walked over to the fireplace and took out his leatherman and dug a hole at the back corner, where the hearth met the wall. "Yeah I hit metal... Ness, can you get my hammer and a bull point chisel?"
"What's a bull point chisel look like?"
He chuckled and got up. "Nevermind, Babe, you'd probably grab a wood chisel." He headed downstairs and came back with a hammer and a long piece of metal that looked like a giant pencil. He kissed me and held out the piece of metal. "Bull point chisel. Here." He handed me the phone. "Put it on speaker, Babe. I need both hands."
I put it on speaker and said, "Hi this is Ness, who's this?"
"Jake, didn't tell you," Paul scoffed.
"Oh – hey Paul. How's William?" I asked.
"He's great." Just then, Jake cracked into the metal with the chisel and hammer and peeled back a bit of the metal sheet. "You get through, Jake?"
"Yeah, Paul," Jake answered. "I think some idiot covered wainscoting with stucco."
"Don't do anything else!" Paul yelled just in time, since Jake was sliding the narrow end of his hammer into the hole he'd just made.
Jake froze, "Why the fuck not?"
"Because you know nothing about stucco and if you try to make that hole any bigger you'll damage the wainscoting and make it harder for me to get the shit off. I'll be there this weekend and we'll pull all that shit down, but don't you fucking go and make the job harder for me because you want a better look at the wood. I know you want to, but leave it the fuck alone! We'll get a look at the damage this weekend. The mother fuckers probably used ten penny nails just to make my life miserable."
"Okay, Paul, thanks for walking me through this."
"No problem, but if I'm coming to Seattle, Raych and Willy are gonna come too. Where can we stay?"
"My place," Jake answered quickly.
"I swear Black sometimes you're one dumb fuck. I can't expose the baby to the dust that'll be floating around your place while we rip that crap off."
"Hey! Be nice, Paul or I'll tell Raych," I threatened, effectively shutting him up. "I'll ask Bella and Edward if you can stay in the guest room at our place." I offered.
"I don't want to inconvenience any of your friends, Jake," Paul said hesitantly.
Jake took over, "If it's inconvenient, I'll set up the office in the garage as a bedroom for the weekend, but I think we'll make much better arrangements and it won't be inconvenient. You're doing me a huge favor, man. Remember, if I had to pay somebody to do this it would cost an arm and a leg."
"Well aren't you glad your sister married a contractor and you get the family discount. Besides you'll pay me back in car repairs."
"Sure, sure." They wrapped up with goodbyes and ended the call.
Jake hugged me and asked, "Do you want to keep working on the downstairs or shall we call it a day on the decorating?"
We decided to at least finish planning. We basically decided to redecorate the entire house.
True to his word, Paul came that weekend and taught Jake and I to tile; then he and Jake pulled down the stucco to reveal three walls with wainscoting in almost perfect condition that had been covered by lathe then stuccoed. The reason the previous owners had stuccoed the living room was because one wall had been damaged in a chimney fire. Two thirds of the wall the fireplace was centered in needed major repair in order to make our living room look nice.
Jake was actually giddy about the find.
"Jake, why are you so happy we have to replace twelve feet of wall?" I asked a bit miffed that evening when we were looking over the damage.
"Cause now I have an excuse to build a spectacular cabinet system in that space." He held up a piece of paper with his vision on it. It was a brilliant solution. We'd lose two feet of space against that wall, but we didn't have anything in that space anyway. We'd gain storage space, bookshelves, a queen sized bed, and a focal point for the living room.
"How does that bed work?" I asked. It looked like a Murphy bed, but he had bookshelves above the bed.
"Paul told me about it, it's called a Zoom-Room and the bed and mechanism cost a few grand, but I'd build the cabinets myself and it would be like having an extra guest room if more than one person were visiting. It literally rolls up into the back of the cabinet."
"What would we store in there?" I pointed to the tall cabinets beside the fireplace.
"The tall ones would be for wood so we wouldn't be running up and down stairs all day on cold days and the short ones on each side are for fire tending supplies, the ash bucket, and kindling. The rest of the cabinets and drawers would be for whatever you wanted to use them for. We have a much bigger home than we need, but at least it'll grow with us. Besides if we ever are short on cash we can bring in a roommate again."
"No," I said firmly.
"No, to what?" He asked.
"No roommates. I can contribute to the household too. We won't be short on cash, Jake."
"Okay, but not too much. I can support both of us, Ness," he said equally as firm.
"I know, Jake, but I want to contribute. In fact I'd like to pay for this bed thing you just mentioned since you're paying for the rest of the building supplies." I was adamant about this and preparing for an argument.
Jake rubbed his fingers along his jaw as he thought about it for a couple minutes. "Okay, Ness. Anymore requests?"
Since I was already geared up for an argument I figured now was a good time to bring up gifts for the wedding. "Yes actually, I want to buy the wedding party some gifts. Do you mind if I pull some money out of the trust to do that?"
He shrugged, "It's your money. You don't need to ask my permission to spend your money."
"So you don't mind if I buy some gifts?"
"No, I was thinking of buying tee-shirts from SADD for everyone do you want to help pick those out?"
"No, I think you should pick them out and I'll pick the other stuff out." I smiled, this had gone easier than I thought it would.
July passed quickly. Jake and I memorized our vows and I selected the scripture readings for the ceremony. We went swimming at Bella and Edward's home a lot since they lived on the shore of Lake Washington. Their house was still my home, but it was getting confusing since I was now spending three nights a week at Jake's. I was in transition. I had begun keeping clothes and personal belongings at Jake's.
Several days a week I would do construction tasks at the condo and on my other days I worked on the wedding. I addressed all the invitations and eventually logged the RSVP cards as they came back. I planned the music and made sure every contract was perfect. I trusted Alice, but I was incredibly detail oriented and I wanted to make sure every 'i' was dotted and every 't' was crossed.
My weekends belonged to Jake. I would stay with him from Friday night to Monday morning and then we'd get together on Wednesday evening, but I would go back to Bella's after our weeknight dates. Jake was staying late at the garage on the other nights of the week. He wanted to get in as many cars as possible before the wedding so he could take time off around our wedding guilt free. I was worried he was overworking himself starting the day at 7am and working until 8pm three days a week, but he assured me he could handle it and it was bringing in extra income to hold the shop over for the three weeks we'd be gone. He wouldn't tell me where we were going no matter how often I begged.
~*Break*~
JPOV
Ness and I spent the summer refinishing the house. I mostly worked on building the cabinets in my free time and Ness worked on the other projects. She had the summer off, but the wedding and decorating tasks were keeping her very busy. I helped with demolition work and repaired any structural damage, but she wanted to handle the tiling and painting while I worked during the days.
One day I came home early from a really bad day at the shop and found Nessie on the floor in the upstairs bathroom. She was just finishing laying the tile on her hands and knees. I just stood and watched as she wiggled her hips with the music playing in the background. She was so beautiful. Her ass was perfect, just plump enough to give me something to hold, but not jiggly. Her legs were so fucking sexy. She was in perfect form for doggy style. She didn't even know how tempting she was most of the time.
Her hair was up and she had on a holey tee-shirt and extremely short sweat shorts. It was the same outfit I'd seen her in whenever we worked on the house; she was adorable. I didn't have the heart to tell her the clothes were too skimpy to wear around Quil and Embry. Instead, I'd laid some heavy threats on them about staying out of her way and keeping their eyes to her face when she was painting and tiling.
One of the many things I adored about Nessie was her willingness to get her hands dirty. She wanted to do this herself because it gave her a sense of accomplishment. We both needed a break. She had been planning the wedding, remodeling the house, learning my language and customs, and trying to make time for her friends who were going away to school after the wedding.
She sat back on her heels and wiped her forehead. She dipped the trowel into the mortar to start the half wall. I quickly made my move so she didn't get into a new phase of tiling. I moved in right behind her mirroring her position and stilled her hand in the bucket. Startled, she practically jumped out of her skin, threw her elbow back hard into my gut, and started breathing heavily. I wrapped my other arm around her securely as I spoke, "Shh... it's just me." Ness relaxed against me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just didn't want you to move to a new area."
"I just didn't expect you home so early. Did something happen? Are you okay?" Spinning around she ran her hands down my chest and stomach looking for any damage.
"No, I'm fine, Ness," I rushed to reassure her. "Just a rough day, I realized I needed a break." I wanted her to hit first and ask questions later if she felt threatened. If she worried she hurt me she might hesitate and it might not be me the next time. "Actually, I'm really proud of you. That hit was hard, just next time don't stop until you know it's me."
"Okay, Jake," she said with a smile.
I noticed she was covered in mortar and I knew I was still covered in grease from the shop since I hadn't showered yet. She had stripes of mortar along her brow and cheeks. I smiled at the sight and kissed her. She ran her fingers through my hair as the kiss became more passionate. I ran my hands along the exposed skin of her waist and moved them up to her bra to unclasp it. Damn! Sports bra. Her sports bras were too damn tight to slip my fingers under. I rolled up the band hoping to free her tits from their spandex prison. She broke the kiss and pulled away with a giggle.
"What are you doing?" She asked coyly.
"Copping a feel." I grinned.
"Well, why don't I help with that?" I nodded. She pulled the tee-shirt off. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. I had covered her bra and torso with grease. I held up my hands, she noticed the grease, and started laughing as well. "Jake, why are your hands still covered in grease?" She asked between giggles.
"'Cause I'm a mechanic," I answered obviously.
"No – I mean why didn't you wash it off before you drove home?"
"I ran home." I really didn't want to discuss the horrible day I had.
"Oh – you're day was that bad?"
"Not anymore." I smiled at Nessie.
"What happened, my Jacob?"
"You sure you wanna know?" I asked.
"Yeah. It's obviously bothering you."
"Quil destroyed an undercarriage on a tow job; I left to deal with that customer while Rose ran the shop. She got in a rush job on a car that was overheating. She was repairing it when she found bags of coke taped to various parts of the engine." Nessie gasped. "The dumb fuck couldn't figure out why his car was overheating. When you tape bags of coke to your radiator of course you're gonna to overheat. Quil and I headed back to the shop and saw her with a gun to her head bent over an engine. I had Quil call the police, but I wanted Rose out of there. I walked in and said I could finish the job faster if he let me takeover and let Rose go, but he insisted that she stay, so then he had two hostages." Nessie clutched me hard. "I worked on the engine for a while intentionally damaging whatever I could. Rose and I kept working until the police got there. While he was distracted by the police I knocked him out with a wrench. After giving statements to the police I handed my shop keys to Quil and told him to clean up. Rose and I both took the rest of the day off."
"Oh, Jake, are you okay?" I could see the tears threatening to spill in her big brown doe eyes.
"Of course, Baby, I was more worried about Rose. I wasn't in any real danger, sweetheart." Despite the grease I wanted to comfort my girl, so I reached my hand up to caress her cheek.
"How could you not be in danger he had a gun aimed at you?" Her hands gripped my shirt and pulled me close, she began to cry against my chest.
I rubbed her back. "Shh... The gun was never pointed at me. I wish it had been, but it was pointed at Rose and then the police. I couldn't risk Rose which is why I waited to make my move."
"B-but, you could have been in danger. I could have lost you."
"How could I answer to Emmett if Rose had gotten hurt? Baby, he'd do the same for me and protect you with himself. You have to be willing to take risks for the people you love," I explained.
"I know. It's just so scary," she whimpered softly.
She was so scared and we needed to be together, to comfort each other, but first we needed to cleanup – hmmm... two birds with one stone. "Shh... Baby, I don't wanna talk about that anymore. Can we go take a shower downstairs? Then maybe we could go swimming at your place. We both need a break."
She blushed at my question. We'd never showered together. "Together?" She was so adorable when she was shy.
I smiled and replied, "Only if you're okay with that, but we do both need showers."
"Well, I don't want to let you out of my sight right now, Jacob." She grinned despite the tears.
"I couldn't agree with you more." I needed to hold her and love her. Both covered in grease and mortar, we headed downstairs to shower.
Nessie told me she was leaving her hair up and that it didn't need to be washed. We washed the grease off each other. I lathered her breasts with soap.
"Jacob?" she whispered.
"Yes?" I rolled her nipples between my fingers.
"I want to be close to you." I instantly got hard.
"Is that what you want, Baby?" I pulled her to me and kissed her.
"Yes," she moaned. She rocked her hips toward me, rubbing her torso against my aching hard on.
"Mmm... you feel so good."
She grasped me cock in her small hands and kept rubbing her skin against my tip. "Tell me."
I lifted her up and pressed her against the shower wall. "I love feeling you against me. Your skin is so soft and silky."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself up so her pussy was level with my cock. She started grinding her slick wet folds against me.
"Oh – fuck, Ness."
She moaned and whispered, "Jacob, I need you."
I was losing my mind. "Ahhh... Ness."
"Please... Jacob." She wriggled against me. I was so close to slipping inside her.
"What do you want, Ness?"
"Move please, my Jacob."
"I can't, Ness." If I moved I would slip into her.
"I want you to," she pouted, as she rolled her hips against me.
I had to take control, but her hot, wet pussy felt so good. I kissed her, then moved so that my tip was grinding against her clit. Her legs pulled tight around my hips and she was rubbing my length with her slick wet folds. All it would take to be inside her was tilting my hips and plunging in. We rocked against each other for a long time, steadily riding a wave toward our release.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better she uttered, "Jacob, make love to me." I came at the words and I felt her shudder with release too as my cum coated her stomach and pubic mound.
My brain started to regain control of the situation as the blood flow returned. "Nessie, what about waiting?"
"I could've lost you today. I don't wanna wait anymore. I want you to be mine."
She was doing this because of what happened not because her feelings had changed. "Nessie," I spoke firmly as I lifted her further up so we weren't quite so close. "I'm a man of my word. I gave you and God my word that we'd wait." I kissed her so she wouldn't feel rejected.
"But, can't we just get married now and forget the fanfare?"
"Sweetheart, what about all the work you've already done and the money Carlisle and Esme have sunk into the wedding?"
"We could get married twice," she suggested with an impish grin. "Once for our families and once for ourselves."
"No, Nessie, we won't lie like that. We've set a date. People have made plans around that and we will respect our friends and family enough not to alter our plans."
"You care more about their plans than you do about me!" she accused with tears in her eyes.
That hurt, and I could feel anger begin to well up inside me, I knew that she was lashing out because she wasn't getting her way. I spoke gently but firmly, "Renesmee, you're more important to me than anything or anyone else, but you made your desires clear months ago and I am sticking to the original plan. I'm not changing our plans because of lust."
"It's not lust, Jacob!" she sobbed. "I almost lost you. I need you. I can't live without you."
"Shhh... Nessie, Baby, I'm right here." I held her close and strong. "I love you so much."
She sobbed against me for a long time. I held her, not even caring when the water turned frigid against my backside. I stepped out of the shower when I realized she was shivering. Only a small part of her legs were making contact with the water, but it was enough to get her chilled. I dried her off, since she seemed totally spaced out.
"Nessie, you with me?" I asked, concerned about her lack of response other than crying.
"Mmm... hmm..." she whimpered.
"Thank God! I was worried you'd gone into shock."
"I just got a bit overwhelmed. I'm sorry..."
I placed a finger across her soft lips, effectively silencing her. "I know you're sorry, Ness, but what you did... it was manipulative, disrespectful, and it hurt me. I never want to hear you question how much I love you again. Got me?"
I could feel her body shiver at my words. She looked deep into my eyes, "Yes, Jacob. I promise."
~*Break*~
RPOV
At the end of July I had to con Alice into showing up for her surprise baby shower. Bella and I had planned the event and gotten a bunch of Alice's co-workers and friends to congregate at our house on a Monday. Bella and I cooked an Italian feast, since Bella took any excuse to cook Lasagna. I made refrigerator cupcakes that I decorated with little pink baby boots. Alice and Jasper were having a little girl, but they weren't giving away the name until she was born.
We tricked her into coming over by saying that the church organist had canceled and I needed her assistance to find someone new.
When she walked through the door she was greeted by a chorus of, "Surprise!"
She loved the party and all the gifts. I don't know how we managed to keep it a secret. Alice usually had a knack for knowing things like that were in the works. If she knew she sure faked a surprised reaction well.
Esme was so happy. She seemed happier about this pregnancy than Alice. She was the perfect grandmother and we looked forward to seeing her bond with the baby.
~*Break*~
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Bella had managed to find a club where we could have the bachelorette party, even though most of the girls were between eighteen and twenty-one. Rose showed up the afternoon of my party to dress me. First she had me shower and told me to make sure I was prepared to wear a sleeveless top – she wouldn't show it to me though. When I came out in a robe she did my hair, she went for a serious sex hair look, and then did my makeup.
"Rose, I don't want to look like a tramp," I said remembering Jacob's word to describe me when he thought my clothes were a little too revealing a few years earlier.
"May, part of the fun of your bachelorette party is that you have no control over it. We won't make you do anything objectionable, but we will embarrass you and dress you in ultra sexy clothes and makeup. You have no say. It's part of the rules."
I huffed but let her continue her work. She then did my makeup with a smokey eye and extra glossy pink watermelon lip gloss.
"Why are you using watermelon lip gloss? I thought you said I wouldn't do anything objectionable who is going to be kissing my lips?"
"Trust me, May, you'll appreciate it by the end of the night. I can't tell you more than that."
I huffed again, she was being cryptic. She put the lip gloss in a tiny black hand bag and then she handed me a black thong and some bizarre silicone cups that looked like something you would wear in a bra to add lift.
"What are these?" I asked motioning to the silicone cups.
"That's your bra," she replied as if it was obvious.
"What? Where is the rest?"
"That is the whole bra. Put on the panties and then I'll decide if you can go without it or if you need to wear it." I pulled the panties on under my robe. "Take off your robe." I dropped it we had the same parts after all. "Nope you need to wear it – you're a C-cup like me right?" I nodded. "Sorry we're going dancing and you won't be comfortable unless you have this on. Do you want me to show you how to use it?"
"Yes, please. I'll never figure it out otherwise and I'd really rather you not touch my boobs." I laughed.
She took off her shirt and bra then demonstrated how to stick on the cups and then clasp them together. She peeled them off and handed them back to me I repeated the process while she got dressed again. She then handed me skinny jeans that looked like they had been shrunk even lower than my size. I slid into them and couldn't believe how tight they were. They were so tight I already wanted them off.
"Don't you have some that are more my size?" I gasped.
"Those are your size, May. They are supposed to be that tight."
She then handed me a black shirt that I'm not sure could count as a shirt, maybe you could make it marginally fit the definition of a halter top. It had four straps across the back, but otherwise was entirely backless. The front was a loose diamond with sequined bands at the neck and hem. I now understood the bra.
"You can't be serious, Rose?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh I am, May."
"What if I refuse? I have plenty of sexy shirts that don't make me look like a street walker."
"You're going to be wearing a bachlorette tiara and sash – no one will mistake you for a whore. Besides you will have 23 friends with you to prevent any problems. Alice and I worked really hard to pick this outfit for you and Bella even approved it she said that even though it was incredibly sexy it still left your cleavage and ass fully covered and that even Jake would be okay with it."
"I'm not so sure, Jake would approve." I rolled my eyes at her suggestion.
"Well after he's been liquored up by my husband he probably will. I wouldn't know. Just trust me and put the shirt on."
"Don't call it a shirt – call it –" I paused trying to come up with an appropriate word, "– a bedroom top because that's the only place a lady should wear something that risque."
"May, just please put on the bedroom top – tonight none of us are 'ladies'. We are hot women going out for a night on the town." I glared at her but pulled on the top. Rose then got dressed and we headed downstairs to meat the other girls.
Alice created some dares. I had 20 friends from Forest Ridge with me for the party and Alice, Bella, and Rose. Alice had a game going the whole time. She was quite pregnant by that time, but she still wanted to help run the party. We played a game of dare and anyone who refused to do a dare had to dance on a table at the club and scream 'I love dick!' We all had to wear bracelets to identify our age when we entered the club. The over 21 ladies wore black bracelets and the under 21 ladies wore blaze orange bracelets so they could be easily identified by the bar tenders and wait staff. Everyone in the group was over 18, since all of my friends had turned 18 or 19 over the course of the school year and summer.
Most of the dares found some way to embarrass me; everyone got two dares over the course of the night. I had to wear a 'Bachelorette' tiara and flashing sash. Alice's first dare was to hit on a guy with a horrible pick up line. It was hilarious watching her waddle up to a man at the bar and tell him 'My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in.' His face was so funny first he was disgusted by the line and then confused by her huge belly. Her second dare was to get a hot guy to do a lap dance for me. Zafrina's first dare was to pinch 3 guys butts in 60 seconds; she did it with good spirits. Her second dare was to get up and imitate a drunken toast. Claire got an ultimate dare so if she succeeded she wouldn't have to do another dare. She had to convince five guys to pose shirtless behind me and get a picture taken. Carmen had to call a random number from the bathroom wall and for her second dare she had to request a horrible song from the DJ and say it was my favorite; she chose 'Achy Breaky Heart'. Bella had to request the Macarena and lead the dance and as her other dare she had to do an impersonation of Jacob. Rose had an ultimate dare to remove her bra swing it around her head and lead a Congo line through the room. The rest of the girls had to kiss random guys, drop notes in pockets with my name, use cheesy pick up lines, and hug random guys and ask why they never called. All in all it was a lot of fun and we were able to do it without drinking or using a stripper. I didn't even want to imagine what the men were subjecting Jacob to since he couldn't use the 'underage' excuse to tame down the activities.
After the party was over I got a call from Jake that he really wanted to see me and needed me to come over to his place. I went without hesitation.
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Embry called the next dare, "25 – Jake get three girls at the bar to kiss you on the lips."
I got up and went to the bar. Quil followed to witness my mad skills. I found a cluster of three girls together and cockily figured, I may as well try to get them all at once. "Hi Ladies, I'm Jake." I shook each of their hands as they said hello to me. "I'm getting married next month and tonight is my bachelor party." I smiled my best grin. They smiled back. "Anyway you see those five guys and this guy behind me. They challenged me to get you three ladies to kiss me and if I don't do it then I will have to take 25 paintball hits to my naked abs." I lifted my shirt and flashed my abs. "Now is there anyway I can get you ladies to help me out so these puppies," I ran a hand over my abs, "don't get damaged?" I put on a puppy dog face.
The girls started whispering among themselves and then one of them said, "We'll do it on one condition."
I smiled, "What's that?"
"We get to feel those 'puppies' that we are saving from damage for 30 seconds each."
"Feel away ladies." I lifted my shirt to my chest as each one took a turn running her hands over my abs. When each one was done I gave her a chaste kiss. After all three were done I said, "Thank you, ladies."
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