A/N So we all have mixed feels about Jacob and Leah at this point. Thanks for sticking with me this long. My name is Lady Blackwater meaning BLACKWATER PREVAILS. I promise.
Playing with women's emotions must be a trait I picked up from my dad.
Maybe he got a kick out of it.
Maybe I would too one day.
Maybe I'd get as bad as him and physically abuse my wife as much as he did my mom.
The irony is killer. I was definitely his son.
What would Sarah think? She's probably mentally slapping me upside my head from heaven right now.
I told her I love her. I fucking told her I love her then I quit. Quit not just my job but The Queens. That was probably the last time I'd ever see them and I was too pissed to even say goodbye.
I come to them an innocent, simple, city boy, virgin and now eight months later, I've turned into my goddamn father.
Or at least that's what I thought.
I'd never lay a hand on them like that but treating them the way I did, there wasn't much of a difference. I nearly single handily disbanded them with my dick and a strange part of me aches.
I remember when Carlisle was interviewing me for the job. He looked me dead in the eyes and said:
"These girls are angels but they can be trouble. You think you can handle them?"
Broke, confused and stupid I nodded my head and entered the "land of sweetness and danger."
But I just can't seem to bring myself to regret any of it outside of ever having to see Leah cry. She was right about my maturity or lack of. How in the fuck did I manage to go from what I was to how I am? One little taste of freedom and pussy and now I was this.
It's easy to see why my dad was how he is. Temptation was a bitch and I say that word proudly in this context. I don't know if he ever cheated on Mom but maybe I would with my own wife. My track record says so. We weren't even a thing yet I couldn't even stay faithful to Leah.
I say no more sex yet Christmas morning, I'm fucking Nessie who I've probably done wrong than any of them. I don't regret losing my virginity to her but I wish I hadn't even touched her that morning. I should've let her suffer with her urges. As if it weren't already, I cheapened our relationship by basically boasting about it to Leah. I couldn't help the cruel honesty of the situation.
And I'm back to where I was before. Alone, angry, frustrated, impatient, confused, and a bunch of other things.
I'll bet Leah feels ten times worse. Or maybe it was no sweat off her back.
They had to tell Carlisle the truth now or they should. I wouldn't have to see him anymore so might as well. He put a lot of faith and trust in me. I took that faith and trust and basically gave it a 'fuck you' by the first goddamn night.
I wouldn't really be able to keep this place for long if I didn't find another job. My savings were okay for now but after a while, Id be back in a hotel or maybe even back on the street.
Maybe my little adventure was done and it's time I return to Los Angeles now. That's where my real home is anyway. My brothers must be worried cus I knew for damn sure my dad wasn't. He basically told me to go.
I blink and realize I've been staring at the kitchen floor for the passed twenty minutes. An urgent knock on our front door is what wakes me up. I make my steps slow and lagged through the living room and to the entrance. It wouldn't be a surprise if Satan was awaiting on the other side.
"Okay, before you slam the door in my face just hear me out first and if you still hate me afterwards, I'll leave you alone and me or any of the girls will never bother you again, alright?"
She rushes each word out, hands up in defense and cheeks flushed of color. Taken by surprise, I look around the apartment hallways to see if she's alone.
Leah and I eye each other for a minute till I take a step back and let her through the threshold.
She takes a step in and when I close the door behind her, a sigh is the only noise in the room. Uncomfortable and still feeling a bit offended by her statements about the song, I cross my arms and pout like a child.
"Shouldn't you be on stage right now?" I ask her when her flashy makeup and just done hair ring bells in my head.
"I had to talk to you."
I wonder what teenage chick flick she got this idea from. "I'm listening."
Her whole mannerisms were uncharacteristic. She seemed shy, sensitive even.
"For starters," she begins, voice shaky. "The song. Once the girls explained how much work and effort that you put into it, I had to apologize."
"Please don't."
She shrugs. "Fine. I have a lot to say sorry for anyway."
"What do you have to be sorry for?"
She bites her lip. "A lot. But I came here to get you to come back."
"I can't. I can't live with the guilt. It's best I had quit. I'm sorry but-"
"It's not for my benefit; it's for their's. They love you and you can't just leave them cus of me. I've made some pretty fucked up mistakes these passed couple months and yes, it's been killing me not to talk to you. I'm sorry about everything but if you're not gonna return for me or Carlisle, come back for them."
I frown and think for a second.
"I never wanted an apology."
"Shit, Jake. What do you want from me? They already miss you and I can't help thinking its my fault."
"It's not. It's an internal thing, alright. I'll come back."
She smiles. "Really?"
"On one condition."
"Great," she grumbles and her face falls. "What is it?"
How far could I test her? "Tell me what happened when you were fifteen."
She gets that deer-in-the-headlights expression and makes the ground a point of interest. "Here comes the apology," she exhales and twiddles with the ends of her hand.
"For?"
Her jacket hangs loosely on her backside when she lifelessly side-steps to the living room. "When I tell you, please don't judge me."
"I lie and cheat but I don't judge," I reassure her and pop a squat on the sofa cushion adjacent her.
She looks sick. "I'm serious. Just hear me out."
"I'm all ears," I promise and make myself comfortable. She flinches and takes a breath.
"So, um. . .Carlisle was a doctor before this whole Queens thing. He was my doctor actually and we met when I was fifteen. He was nearing his mid thirties and since I was adopted, I had-have- daddy issues and something about him just attracted me. I gotta taste for men who'r older," she chuckles that last part. "It's always been that way so it was no surprise when I grew to actually get a little crush on him. I'd purposely try to get sick so I could go on unnecessary check ups just to see him."
She stops to assure I'm paying her attention. I am.
"And after a while, we became friendly and he asked me what I wanted to be when I got older. I told him I wanted to perform and be a star and just my luck, Esme, his wife was a dance teacher at our local community center. He'd set up private lessons for her and I to train privately at their house."
The story was nearing its negative end. I could tell by how she's flickering her eyelids to hide their watering. How real was any of this?
"Then one day, she was running late for a session and I guess something came over me. While I was waiting, I wandered to Carlisle's study. One thing led to another and one minute, I'm telling him how much I like him and the next, we're fucking each other's brains out."
A prepubescent Leah and a fresher faced Carlisle going at it in broad daylight forms its way in my mind and I feel physically ill.
"This little affair of ours lasted only a few months till Esme caught us in the bedroom. He tried to tell her that it was rape so I wouldn't get in trouble but I wouldn't let him. She was gonna tell my parents and call the cops but he managed to convince her otherwise. She wouldn't tell the cops or my parents if she could get everything in the divorce."
Shady.
"So, they got their divorce and word was spreading around town so we took off."
"You and Carlisle?"
"Yup. Kinda funny, isn't it? She teaches me everything I know and I sleep with her husband. Being the dumbass I was, I believed him when he said he loved and take care of me, so I packed a bag, my songbook, and we hopped on the first train out of there. Since we had barely any money, we decided to persue my performing dream by scheduling me to play in bars and pubs. I was the act and he was my manager. I went by the stage name of Queen till I was ready for my name to be known. Eventually, we saved up enough to buy what is now The Coven but it wasn't always that big. We just had the bar and this tiny wooden stage with a single spotlight. For a year or so, I was performing by myself for a bunch of guys kinda like I do now and it was when I turned sixteen did we meet Rosalie at another bar, doing the same thing as me. He made us a duo and it was our little secret we were underage."
So Rosie's quite the veteran herself.
"So with just us two, we gotta little romance going and it didn't occur to me that Carlisle was hustling on the side to make more cash for us. By this point, he renovated a bit and Rosie and I had our own bedroom," she giggles a bit at a memory. I predict naughtiness by the way she's grinning.
"We were like that for months till Bella came along and then there was a few other girls who came and went till it was just us three in the end."
"Where'd he meet Bella?"
"She was a runaway. He found her on the streets, selling drugs. She was in worst shape than any of us."
I never would've predicted.
"It was the three of us for quite sometime. Carlisle renamed us as The Queens and the name has just stuck. After a while, along came Alice, then the twins and then Ness. By this point, we're making enough money to redecorate so Carlisle expanded the building with the main area, bigger stage and bar, dressing room, dance room, the studio and bedrooms. His office was gift from us and we had one last hell of a time on his desk before it was the seven of us."
She pauses and gives me her attention. I'm trying to make sense of all this. I never would've ever thought things were like how she described.
"And thus, The Queens were born. Happy, now?"
"What's that gotta do with being sorry?"
Sullenness strikes her features.
"I hadn't had sex in three years before a few months ago," she says and shifts on the couch to break our contact.
"A few months ago? But-"
She nods. "I know."
Well, that means...
"You slept with Carlisle."
She nods again and hides her face behind her hair. "A few times actually."
"While we were-" I don't finish the sentence before she nods for a third time.
"Jacob, I'm sorry. When you wouldn't sleep with me in California, it kinda made my self esteem shaky. I wanted to feel just as beautiful as Nessie and Rosalie did and I don't know. It just happened."
"So that night, you snuck out of bed to be with him?"
She doesn't look proud of what she's done.
"And then you crawl right back into bed with me when you were done." Its more a statement than question.
"Just like you and Nessie."
You're damn right. "When else?"
She has to think about it. "Halloween. I got out of bed and he was still in his office."
And then she gets right back into bed with me. It was cus of what happened in California? This could've easily been avoided.
So that answers my question from many moons ago: Even Carlisle breaks his own rule.
"I'm scared to ask how many more times," I say, comparing my one time with Nessie to her multiple times with Carlisle. "But when was the most recent?"
Her tan face scrunches and wrinkles to avoid crying. "Valentine's Day." It doesn't work cus a single tear escapes and travels along her cheekbone to her chin.
"I see," I conclude.
I'm not mad mainly cus I can't get mad. Why should I be when I was doing the same dirty shit behind her back, regardless of how many times? My respect for her has increased ten fold mainly cus I doubt any other woman wouldn't have sucked up their pride nor would any other woman go to these lengths to convince me to get my job back. It's only been an hour or so and I was already missing them. I doubt I could withstand this forever.
I honestly don't know what else to say.
So I do.
The space between us on the sofa is quickly occupied when I close it off with bringing my face to hers and catching her by surprise when I firmly press my lips over hers.
It takes her a moment to process the kiss but when she does, she deepens it by stretching her mouth and letting me slip my tongue in.
God, I've missed this.
She must have to by the way she's clinging to me.
I press harder and she moans, making me swirl my tongue over hers over and over. My hands claw their way to her torso, guiding her into my lap. Linking her arms around me securely, she greedily feasts upon my lips with bites and kisses, moaning and groaning in unreleased ecstasy.
My hands are like magnets to her hips as they rock against my hardening crotch. I try to get a hold of her but she can't be tamed; she's too much for me.
"Damn," I mutter, pulling away and taking her bottom lip with me. "Shit, Leah. You see what you're doing to me?"
She shyly caresses her hand over the tent growing in my lap and, doesn't even attempt to hide her own excitement.
"I want to as badly as you do."
I swallow. "You know exactly what I'm gonna say."
Our stares intensifies with each second, our bodies burning and yearning to be scratched, bitten, kissed, fondled and sucked. Lord knows I was beyond prepared to.
I'm hard, she's wet.
I can tell so because its hard not to notice the scent. She's got that same look in her eye Nessie and Rosalie had. It seemed criminal but we weren't under Carlisle's roof anymore. I'd do her better than he ever could.
"Ask me again," she shivers and lets her weight go atop of me, putting more pressure upon my hard on.
"Ask you what?"
"Ask me to be your goddamn girlfriend again."
"Don't fucking say 'yes' just cus you want five minutes of-" My voice raises in frustration but she cuts me off with a more than an agitated tone.
"Jacob, for the love of God! Ask me!"
"Will you be my girlfriend?! Dammit!"
"Yes!"
And that's when eight months of no longer tamable passion and lust come together to play with each other. As each article of clothing was nearly torn off and thrown across the room, our impatience becomes more and more evident. The air was growing heavy of us and it was a glorious smell, mainly cus we made it ourselves.
I'm not just touching but I'm feeling her. Like how soft and tender her dark skin is as it spreads beautifully over each muscle and curve with zero flaws.
She's smoother than I would've thought.
She's also talented in the way her narrow and wet tongue slides, slithers, and wiggles over the sensitive inches within my boxers, making me fist her hair and force her head upon me. Her head bobs rapidly, creating a rhythm and a moan to erupt from my chest.
Her hazy eyes stare up at me from her spot on the ground and even though she gave Carlisle the same treatment, I didn't care.
She was mine now, goddammit.
She was mine to carry down the hall to my bedroom, where I lay her down on her back and she pleads for me to do something to her. I have a lot in mind so I forcefully-almost aggressively-separate her legs, which I now refer to as Oreos mainly because I wanna split them apart and lick what's in the middle.
"Aw damn," she cries and pushes my face deeper into her center, letting my tongue flip and lick whatever oozes out. "Damn, your tongue, Jake..."
The strawberry flavor of her dances over my taste buds and down my throat as I continue to slurp her up like an ice cream on a day in June. She fights to stay still when I go deeper and create a pattern, she squirms about, trying to escape. I don't allow it and it drives her insane the way I lap and purposely begin to make gulping sounds.
It's addictive and it gives me great pleasure to hear her squeak and hit the falsetto. Just as she does, she leaks more and into my mouth, making us both moan. I hum and she loses it, squeezing my head between her legs, tugging my now grown back hair. When I try to come up for air, she's not having it. She jerks her body about and begs me to go back down.
"Don't fucking stop!" She yelps, propping her legs back onto my shoulders and as I nip along her clit. The humming sound coming from her trembling body was the only thing to be heard besides the squelching contact her pussy and my tongue were enduring.
She has multiple orgasms before letting me surface and kiss from her stomach, up over her belly button and stopping at her plump 36-C's.
Nothing could break our eye contact. As I play and fondle with her nipples, she sits up on her elbows to us connected. I travel upward over her neck and jawline, landing upon her lips with my trail of saliva left behind. She giggles as she keeps me close, our bodies rubbing one another vigorously.
"You notice how good you taste?" I say between gasps of air.
The red of her lipstick has faded to a light pink from her kiss whole lips. She bites them and nods, staring into my eyes. I wonder how I look to her.
"Make love to me," she orders of me in the softest and most un-Leah like of tones.
Since California, it's been worth the wait. It's worth the eight month wait to have her on my bed and not some kitchen floor or hotel room bathroom.
I remove a piece of hair out of her face. "Just lemme know it's real."
Her manicured nails deepen themselves in my back muscles scratch down to my sides to force me inside of her. But I resist.
"Don't make me beg," she whines.
"Don't make me regret this. Let me know you meant what you said when I asked you to be my girlfriend."
She shakes her head 'yes.'
"I meant it. I wouldn't have said if I didn't."
I kiss her once before leaning back onto my knees, latching my arms around her inner thighs and pulling her body to mine, making the bed rock and her squeal aloud.
"Rough," she notes and watches me impatiently as I align myself slowly to tease her.
"Please," she begs but I silence her with a husky "Shh."
Once she takes me in, a dramatic gasp echoes in the room. She has her head thrown back and I take in the little details like how she grips the sheets or her toes curling.
I growl at the animalistic nature of how we move. She's an active part of it, meeting my hyper thrusts and beating the mattress as my thumb massages her clit. She's reaching Ness's soprano.
I like how she bucks like a damn bull and I have to wrangle her with a damn rope to get her under control. But the thing is that she cant be controlled. She's assertive in how she wants to be fucked all the while maintaining to stay classy.
I'm balls deep in her, making a mess of my sheets and myself. At first, we have a rhythm but we quickly lose it. I'm beating it up with all the absolute energy, strength and power a man as weak as I has and it's never felt better. I'm letting myself moan aloud as well, not giving two shits if I sound girly.
When you're in as tight and deep as this, you don't think about it.
Sweat is building up over her forehead and chest, glistening under my ceiling fan's lamp's dim lighting.
"I love y-you, too," she groans through gritted teeth. I change my pace and kiss the front of her hand when she reaches up to caress my face. I hold the limb there and continue to kiss it before surprising her with a switch of position.
She yelps when I get her on her side, never ceasing my hips. Her raven colored curls invade my breathing space but I bury myself in them as our left arms and hands twist around each other above our heads. My right hands stays between her legs while hers clings to my rippling bicep.
"Jacob," her voice is muffled in my sheets but I respond anyway.
"We feel good, don't we?" I ask her and kiss whatever I can.
She tightens around me. "You're..." She moans and twerks back at me. "my k-king."
We're like a song. Our slapping flesh makes the beat and our moans are the lyrics. My bed screeching against the floor in protest are the background vocals and my bedroom was the recording booth.
A few pounds later, I flip us for the third and probably final time. It'd only take a few pushes to get her and I to the other side, screaming and gasping for breath like crazy people. A loud growl erupts from my chest as I pummel my dick, without warning or introduction, into her, causing her to let out a mix between a gasp and grunt. He moves to his own accord, entering and exiting at a speed driven by desperation.
My meaty palms slap against her ass before pulling her up by the shoulders, my mouth feasting on her skin with a suck, nibble and bite. I held her hair in both my hands hands, twisting and twining the soft strands between my fingers and using it to pull her back so he could have access to her jugular. The growls vibrating from both our chest seemed thunderous.
Leah clenched her inner muscles tightly every time I held myself inside her for longer than usual to savor and save to memory the feel of her walls around my shaft. I wonder if I've spread her.
"Lee-lee," I hiss, the nickname coming out of nowhere. "You're gonna make the king cum," I confess, realizing how stupid that sounded but not caring.
"Don't stop," she begs, voice going raspy. "I won't be able to take it if you stop."
I wish I was a superhuman animal to keep going cus Lord knows if it weren't for being fatigue, I'd make love to this woman for days.
But I'm a simple human who has to reach his peak at some point. That peak was soon.
"Faster, Jacob!" she encourages. "Oh, fuck. You're almost fucking there."
All it takes is one mighty push to have her give out, slack, onto the mattress and face down into the pillow. I can't tell what she's saying exactly but all I know is that she's screaming it.
I go over the peak, too and give out as well, atop of her and landing in the crook her neck.
"Oh my goodness, oh my fucking goodness," is what she's muttering to herself while I catch my breath and come off my high. That moonshine feeling returns in the pit of my stomach.
I roll off of her and she follows with fluttering eyelids and a goofy grin.
"You alright?"
"Uh-huh." She takes refuge in my arms. "How'd you know about my nickname?"
"Which one?" My eyes droop while my sweating hands play in her hair.
"Lee- lee."
I shrug. "I didn't. It just came to me. Why?"
She exhales and kisses my chest. "That's what the girls used to call me."
"Really?"
"Mhm."
I yawn. "Why'd they stop?"
"I turned nineteen," she simply says and brings herself closer to me. "Just call me that more often, alright?"
"Okey dokey," my voice slurs. "Goodnight, Queen Lee-lee," I continue with an aftermath yawn.
She chuckles. "Goodnight, baby."
A/N The mystery of what happened when Leah turned 15 has been solved. What happens now?