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29. In The Bushes
I'm so in love that I acted insane and that's the way I loved you
- Taylor Swift, That's the way I loved you
I lapped at my fingers, still savoring the remnant trace of sugar candy I'd just been suckling like a child.
I tried to couple my strides with Jacob, or he was trying to keep his pace with me. Slow, tolerant and patient.
Although he was bothered with my unhurried speed as I could sense, he didn't cease staring at me. A frown of enthrallment and a half smile of amusement adorned his handsome, chiseled features.
Jacob had maintained his ravenous gaze on me since we packed up and departed from our small glade—that was several minutes before. Not that I objected. In fact, I wanted—needed—him keeping his eyes on me, especially now.
Every time, I'd stagger upon undergrowth or surfaced thick roots from my lack of concentration on the path, Jacob would catch me by forearm. After sixth time of me all but tumbling face down on the forest floor, he gave up and settled on encircling my waist with his arm and never releasing.
I was in no hurry to get home. I missed my family extremely, yes. I missed my room. I pined to see Mom and dad, albeit I'd been speaking with them every day on the phone as Mom had necessitated days before. But going back home meant less alone time with Jacob. Less kissing, feeling his soft and demanding lips possess mine. Less touching. Even my deviant mind would have to restrain itself.
My mindreading father. I sighed.
Regardless how much I didn't want to leave the mind-blowing clearing where I'd experienced the most beautiful days of my life, a small section of my heart was keen to get home. I couldn't wait any longer to tell my family about the engagement, about how Jacob and I were soon going to get married. Husband and wife. The muscles of my stomach clenched in excitement.
However, seventy-five percent of my heart was nervous, pounding in terror and worry. I was concerned how Mom and Dad were going to respond. Where they going to refuse? Would they agree? Would they make us wait? If yes, for how long?
Dang it. I didn't intent on waiting. I wouldn't wait. Judging by the level of intimate tension between myself and Jacob, we'd waited long enough. It was overwhelming how he was determined to wait until marriage.
The million questions and my assumption to them were killing me. I was dying inside from acute apprehension.
I'd make Jacob talk once more to my family as I'd made him do previously, I'd decided. It was very cowardice of me, that, I was very aware of. But I was not going to utter a single word while Jacob, Mom and Dad spoke . . . or fought. If need be, I'd certainly combat. For who, though? Jake?
Perhaps if Grandma Esme would be there while we talked . . . There wouldn't be a fight to begin with. Dad would never disrespect his mother that way, especially before me. God, was I being a pessimistic.
Ugh, think positive, silly girl! The last thing I was anticipating was Jacob and I running off somewhere from my parents to get married. That was undoubtedly not how I visualized my dream day. Not at all.
Regardless big or small, my idea of a perfect wedding was if my whole family was there to witness it. Happy and contented. Was that too much to ask for?
Jacob's fingertips skimming the bare flesh of my hips wreaked me back to the present.
My belly convulsed. Instantaneously, sensual currents prickled the pit of my stomach. I wanted him, I understood. Just like that. With the snap of his fingers, he drives every fiber of my body to careen. The faded denim jeans and close-fitting black t-shirt that embraced every hard muscle across his torso weren't assisting my awakening desires. And his scent, so incredibly virile and musky blended with fragrance of freshly rained forest.
Licking the last trace of sticky sweetness from my knuckles, I turned my head to smile at him.
Lost in the deep tawny of his eyes, the words came out before I could halt them. "You should kiss me, Jacob. I bet I taste like sugar."
Abruptly he came to a stop, a mischievous, white grin tugging one corner of his lips. An excited thrill flipped my belly, my previous disheartened mulling all but forgotten.
"I thought you'd never ask."
That explained why he'd been staring at me—if he ever stops, that is.
Before I could even draw in a puff of oxygen to gasp, Jacob had me immobilized and trapped—trapped between the solid, scorching plains of his chest and the rough, cold trunk of an enormous tree.
The place amid my thighs immediately warmed as his mouth came down against mine, possessing and branding it with his. Seeing he had every right to. His impassioned lips moved against mine with such ferocity, it sucked the breath out of my lungs. I couldn't love it more.
He cradled the nape of my neck with his large, warm hand, which contrasted heavenly with the coolness of the wet tree trunk against my back.
When Jacob nibbled on my nether lip with his teeth, tissues in my belly tightened and staggered in arousal which I was certain he could smell. I suckled on his upper one, wiping my tongue against the soft flesh there to tease him.
As the kiss proceeded, he gradually opened his sizzling mouth to deepen it and vacuumed my tongue in. A sudden fervor elated my abdomen when Jacob suckled, and I attempted to clamp my thighs together—only to discover his jean-clad leg in between mine, restraining them apart.
The tension growing in between my legs was demanding and irritating. Although not enough for me to cease the kiss. I was not to shamelessly fixate myself on humping Jacob's muscular thigh like some rutted dog, I'd decided.
Though ironic, that would be embarrassing. But I very badly wanted to. It would provide some relief.
Jacob exhaled into my mouth when I raked my nails southwards from his shoulders to his chest. Sensing through fabric of the shirt, the firm sinew twitched an infinitesimal amount beneath my flat palm. Jake curled his thick fingers against my waist, squeezing it. The heat rose in my stomach, and I trembled.
I was a hair's-breadth close to considering the idea of brazenly humping his leg.
Would he mind? Still, the idea sounded pathetic.
I surrounded his neck with my arms when his hand travelled northwards along my back. My breath hitched as he somewhat slanted his head to gain a new angle for the kiss. In intent to press my breast against him harder, I arched my back off the tree. His growl resonated through me, his lips and tongue never leaving mine.
A simple, soft kiss on the lips would have been enough for what I asked. Though I couldn't say I didn't like this. A saying japed my mind—you give man an inch, and he would try taking a mile. How factual that was. I almost laughed then.
Feeling woozy, I slowly turned my face to the side to retreat reluctantly from the raging kiss before I seriously regarded the idea of being a canine in heat. Withdrawing seemed impossible for the solid tree trunk against my head. I closed my eyes and tried to acquire some air in my lungs.
Jake resolved on pressing his lips against the corner of my mouth, breathing heavily. He peppered the side of my face with kisses, making it more difficult for me to concentrate on respiration.
He rubbed his stubbled cheek against mine. It was literally a torment. Jacob hadn't shaved for days and the short, stiff hair felt wonderful against my skin. My lethargic body was near fainting.
I heard and felt him groan, and my chest squeezed. Jacob's heart was packed with adoration which undeniably needed to be cherished. How could someone not love him? He was precious. Love and softness charged in every single cell of his form, despite how hard and monstrous he appeared on the outside.
I blinked my eyes open gradually, allowing them to accommodate to the bright green illumination coming though the canopy of trees. Jacob groaned and grazed his cheek against mine another time.
Without a doubt, the time for us to get home was going to extent triple in duration. Not that I was in any hurry, anyway. I was rather content in his arms.
"Mmm. You do, as always," Jacob murmured as he retreated a few inches back from my face. His voice was thick with arousal, his dark eyes heavy. I all but moaned when his hot breath rushed across my face. "Sugar. We'll have to name our first child Sugar."
"Sugar?" I frowned and pursed my lips. "No."
"Why?" His brows wrinkled in curiosity and a little disappointment.
"Because it's a ridiculous name for a child, Jake. You called me that once," I explained with a huff. "There's no way in the world am I naming my first kid Sugar."
A note of sarcasm and mischievousness flashed intermittently in his dark eyes. "Well, how about we name our first kid Loch. We'll name the second after you, Ness, and third Mons —"
I narrowed my eyes and glowered at him. "Is that supposed to be funny, Jacob? Because I'm not laughing. If Mom finds out you said that, she will kill you."
He chuckled. "Where's your sense of humor, woman?"
"I think you've got it enough for the both of us." I un-intertwined my hands from his nape and perched my palms against his broad shoulders. "Besides, I'm not even pregnant. God knows if you're ever going to impregnate me. We haven't even had sex for crying out loud."
As much as he attempted to conceal it, I could see I had offended him. Instantly, I felt remorseful for the latter statement I mentioned, and cursed at myself inwardly for ruining his playful modality. His gaze hung down between our bodies before he looked back up at me.
I opened my mouth to apologize and rationalize the statement but Jacob broke me off. "I'd prefer to refer to what we'd do as making love, sentimental sap that I am. And thanks for bruising my pride, Ness. I dare to have a dream and you shove right back in my face. Well, shoot me for wanting to dream. Shoot me for . . ." Gritting his teeth with an audible click, he huffed through his nose furiously and averted my gaze.
I blinked and sagged against the tree. Sucking my lips back in between my teeth, I stared at him for a long moment. Was he joking? I awaited the humorous and comical Jacob to emerge any instant and enlighten he was merely pulling my leg. But he didn't. He exhaled another time and furrowed his dark eyebrows in fury.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, and let my hands fall by my sides. "I didn't mean to – offending you wasn't my intention. I just . . ."
"Whatever. Let's just get going."
Then he withdrew his body from mine and turned, proceeding to lead the path. Goose bumps coated me the next instant, the cool air orbiting my figure from the lack of Jacob's sultry body heat.
In disbelieve, I remained against the tree for a second. My fixated eyes pierced into his back as he picked up the bags and walked away.
For an instance I considered he was reacting excessively to my stupid argument. There was no need to be infuriated at that. He knew I say some things sometimes that I don't purport. But then the way I'd stated it wasn't very polite or lovey-dovey either. Confessedly, I'd thrown it back at his face as though I was irritated at him for not having made love to me yet.
Never had I intended to make him feel like that—as if I simply wanted him for one thing. To meet my lustful needs.
I felt like a mean bitch then. I loved him. Jacob meant so much more to me.
He'd done nothing but offered a suggestion to what our first child's name would be, and—as he put it—I slapped it right across his face. My chest clenched in sympathy and I wanted to cry, but there was no need to make Jacob feel culpable. I understood how he felt.
Forcing myself to relinquish from the tree, I followed Jacob before I could lose him and get lost. I didn't know my way back home. Jacob had blindfolded me when he bought me here.
A cool gust swayed and rustled the coppice about me as I ran. I was walking on his heels the next flash.
"I'm sorry, Jake."
No response. There might have been but I was too stupefied watching his triceps respond to the way he walked with bags in his hands. Deprave that I surely was, I observed the muscles on his arms flex and roll as he swayed them.
I looked up at his face then. His jaws were clenched and his brows still lowered and wrinkled, and I wanted so desperately to flatten them with a kiss on his forehead, all over his face.
"Are you angry, Jacob?" That was a foolish question. Obviously he was.
Still, no reply. Not even a retort, but an irritated huff.
"You're angry," I stated softy.
He rolled his eyes and then fluidly jumped over a fallen log that barricaded the path.
"I'm sorry!"
I exhaled through my nose sharply. What did he want me to do? Beg him at his feet for forgiveness?
Crouching, I prepared myself to spring over the uprooted, green algae smeared log that Jacob just jumped. Of course, the accident-prone that I was, once I bounded over it, my feet trapped beneath a surfacing root on the forest floor. I staggered forward awkwardly and collided with Jacob's blistering, brick wall-like back. Leastwise I didn't fall face down.
"Ah, sorry, sorry, sorry," I uttered once he suddenly turned and frowned at me, and I corrected my steps. He shifted the bags in one hand. Once my stride matched his, he reached and grasped my forearm. Estimating from his countenance, I had irritated him further. I didn't blame him. "I'm fine now. Thank you."
"I release you for what, twenty seconds, and you're about to get your nose flattened," he muttered brusquely and pulled me closer so I'd walk beside him.
"I'm sorry, Jacob. Really. Don't be angry."
"I'm not angry," he barked, keeping his sight in line of his pathway.
"I take back what I said to you. It came out harshly, I know. We'll name our child Sugar, how about that? Sugar, Candy, Caramel . . ." Actually, that was a lie. I hoped he'd forget that name by then.
He rolled his eyes toward heaven.
"Jacob."
He turned his head and looked at me. "It's not even about the name."
"I know, I know. I know what you must be thinking. I totally understand. I know what it sounded like but I didn't mean it that way. I love you, Jacob, and I appreciate that fact that we're waiting. I value that you're willing to wait – but if you're wondering, I'm not even about that." Maybe a little . . . "I just want to marry you, lovemaking or not.
"I want to be in a most intimate relationship there possibly is with you. I want to be your wife more than anything. Forever. And I'm sorry I hurt your feelings. Causing you to think like that wasn't my intention really. It was . . . bitchy of me to say that to you, anyway. Again, I'm so sorry."
Jacob sighed, then totaled to a halt. He released my forearm, dropped the bags and folded his arms across his chest. His eyes narrowed. I controlled my gaze and kept it secure at his face, ignoring the way his biceps enlarged and widened. Ignoring how enticing his broad shoulders appeared. Ignoring how the veins snaking his forearms pulsed temptingly.
He looked good enough to jump and then eat.
I moistened my lips before sucking my bottom one between my teeth. To prevent myself from breaking down and laving every single muscle contouring his bronzy body with my tongue, I clasped my hands together and interlaced my fingers.
"You hurt my feelings, Ness." His voice was hoarse and hefty, so extremely potent. "What you said was not only insensitive; it was downright cruel and uncaring. 'God knows if you're ever going to impregnate me. We haven't even had sex for crying out loud.'"
The repetition of my nasty assertions bought me close to tears. "I-I know. I'm sorry. It was imprudent of me. I wasn't thinking."
"No, you weren't."
I frowned and thrust out my lower lip. "I take it back. I'd do anything to take it back."
Jacob's lips twitched. My lungs churned as he closed his eyes at me for a moment, blocking me from reading how he felt then. His chest swelled even heavier as he took a deep breath, hissed a sigh and held open his arms after.
"Come here, silly girl."
My eyebrows shot up to my hairline in surprise.
Oh, yeah. The corner of Jacob's lips formed a white grin. I could feel my heart quickening in my chest.
Beaming, my body launched itself at him. He stumbled backwards a little but his strong arms caught me as I leaped and fastened my legs around his hips and arms around his nape. Resting my cheek against his shoulder, I embraced him tight. His chest pulsed and heaved against mine. The rhythm of his steady heartbeat shimmied through me in sensual current that I couldn't disregard.
"I love you, Jacob," I whispered in his ear.
"I love you, too, baby."
Before I could strangle him, I pressed a chaste kiss against the side of his neck and pulled back.
A hint of impishness flickered in his smile suddenly. To secure myself against him I locked my legs around him more firmly as he began to move. Both of his hands slithered down along to the base of my spine. I shivered in enthusiasm. When his large palms reached my backside, I realized I was yet again pressed into a rough, cold and hard tree trunk.
"Now where were we?"
I grinned, then narrowed my eyes dramatically. "If I recall . . . I think I was more on the ground than wrapped around you."
"Well, I think this is much better."
I nodded. Forking my fingers through his hair, I pushed the ebony tendrils back from his forehead gently. His jaws flexed underneath my palm as I cupped the sides of his warm face.
"Kiss me."
"I think you should kiss me – since you're the one making up," Jacob smirked and indicated.
I chuckled. I had no problem what-so-ever with that command.
Traveling one of my hands near his nape to comb my hand into his silk hair, I leaned and conquered his soft lips. His lips undulated beneath mine, and instantly the muscles in my womb commenced clenching in stimulation.
Sighing in lightheadedness, I parted my lips against his and nipped his lower one. Jacob's groan echoed with my moan of pleasure when he gently pushed his tongue into my mouth, demanding me to suckle him. Coil of sensualism tightened once more in my belly. I'd gladly do that, too, knowing how much the act drove me crazy when Jacob did it to me.
My tongue laved his before drawing it further into my mouth, and the evidence of how much Jacob enjoyed that stirred in between my legs. I swallowed his growl.
It wasn't long before he began dominating the kiss, as he usually does. One of his hands skated up my side, provoking a shudder out of me, and sprawl on my breast. He immersed my sigh of delight. His other hand, still on my backside, shifted me slightly on his pubis. Amid my thighs, Jacob jerked again, and I wished another time I weren't wearing jeans. The fabric, so thick and otiose . . .
Attire for today might have been a skirt or a dress, but it was cold. No matter how gravely I desired to, I couldn't stay glued to Jacob's hundred-and-eight degrees body all the time.
His hands squeezed my breast and bottom simultaneously. I moaned and slid my own palm down to the path of his shoulder and to his chest. When my fingernail grazed his right tempering nipple, he emitted a loud groan.
Despite how attractive Jacob looked in that coal-black t-shirt of his, I wanted it off. However, doing so meant we'd get too carried away and would remain immovable in the forest, middle of nowhere, forever. As long as I was with Jacob, I wouldn't mind it. But I wasn't certain how our families were going to react as regards to that.
Jacob's hips bucked forward and attached me more steadily against the tree. I purred at the heavenly, such intimate contact of our pelvises. He gradually relinquished my butt. My heart expedited double time when he disappeared from my breast. Both of his large hands slid down between our bodies and reached for the buttons of my jeans.
My stomach tightened and every cell, every tissue of my form startled and flew in exhilaration.
I heard myself whimper when Jacob withdrew from my mouth. I was convinced my lips were cherry-red and swollen through the manner we'd been kissing.
As he thrust a button of my jeans through it outlet, he breathed, "Is this okay?"
I gave him a shaky smile. "Jacob, did you ask me that yesterday before you stripped me half-naked on the bed and were smooching with me while I slept?"
His hips flexed against me. "No, I guess not. And I know how much you loved it, too."
My face flushed.
Noticing, he chuckled and leaned forward to place a kiss against the edge of my lips.
His lips pelted me with soft, wet kisses while he worked on the buttons of my jeans. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the tree behind. Jake clutched the small tab of zipper, and I pressed my hips toward his to assist. His tepid mouth trailed down along my jaw and behind my ear. As I arched my neck, his lips and tongue assaulted the sensitive skin of my throat. I moaned and gripped his shoulders for dear life.
The audible rasp of the zip being undone made my heart react.
Then the most bothersome noise of a phone ringing sounded. It vibrated against my hip. Jacob cussed and my eyes snapped open in infuriation. I'd never hated my phone this much in my life. Whoever was calling better had a good reason.
Jacob's hands grasped my waist, his forehead crumbled in annoyance. I smiled at his adorable expression, despite my frustration against the call, and kissed his temple.
With a huff, I tugged my phone from the jeans pocket and checked the ID. Mom. Gah! What in the devil did she want?
I depressed answer and put the phone against my ear. What? I wanted to yell. "Yes, Mom?"
Her worried and slightly crossed voice greeted me. "Renesmee, where are you?" I furrowed my brows and wondered what caused her to be so fractious. She'd been fine yesterday when I talked to her. "I thought you were leaving today. You should be here by now."
Ah, that was what she was so restless about . . . So typical of her.
Jacob rolled his eyes and leaned with a roguish grin to nibble my earlobe. I closed my eyes and swallowed.
"Y-yes, Mom. I . . . I will be back today . . ." My breath tangled as Jacob lowered his hand to my hip and grazed the sensitive flesh in between my thighs with his thumb, over my panties. I could sense the moisture pooling.
He nuzzled his nose against my ear and lapped with his tongue along the flesh there.
"Renesmee. When?" Mom sounded on the phone when I didn't continue.
I gulped, but was in no position to shove Jacob away. It felt too good, though not appropriate since Mom was on the phone.
"Now, Mom. We're on our way. We left late. Sorry —" My stomach clenched when Jake teased yet again. I gasped and half-heartedly clasped his fingers to halt when he attempted to reach inside the waistband of my panties. I would have allowed him further, obviously, if I weren't talking to Mom. It was disrespectful.
"What was that? Are you okay?"
"Yes, yes, I'm okay. I was just about to . . . fall," I lied and felt Jacob smile against the side of my neck. "Mom, I'll be home in a couple of hours. I promise."
"Where's Jacob?" she asked. Her tone was sharp.
"He's here."
"Where?"
"Close." Very close, I cogitated. Jake's tongue reached out and taunted the fleshy part of my ear again. I shivered. Biting my lip, I kept myself from moaning into the phone.
"Well, tell him to get you here as soon as possible."
I frowned. "Why? Is something wrong?"
"I just – we need to talk to you. Come home soon, honey. Please."
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"I haven't seen you in days. That's what's wrong." She was livid all over again. "I miss you."
Jacob budged his finger in between my legs and I wasn't confident about me maintaining the conversation any longer.
I sighed. "What do you need to talk to me about?"
"Just get home, sweetheart. Get moving. Now. Don't think I don't know what you guys are occupied with. I'm not brainless. Tell that stupid mongrel to get his grubby paws off you and get rolling – you've had enough time for whatever you guys are doing there. I'm waiting." Therewith, she hung up.
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