A/N: Im so happy to be back into my story. I hope you guy's enjoy, and let me say there definitely is a whole lot of sweetness coming up, but also some intense passion in the next few chapters.
The sound of a loud blaring in my ear was the first thing to reach my consciousness. The abnoixous noise instantly annoying me.
"Jacob." The grumble came from behind me, that voice perfect even in it's tired state. I noticed then she wasn't in my arm's, the feeling leaving me oddly empty. Im pathetic, I told myself.
I cracked one eye open, finding the offensive alarm clock right infront of me. 7:00 am? Are you kidding me?
I groaned, reaching out and taking it in my hand. With a flick I sent it sailing into the air, were it promptly smashed into the drywall, finally shutting up.
A quiet giggle caught my attention, and my mind was instantly on her. I rolled over, careful not to roll onto her.
I felt my heart contract almost painfully, swelling with emotion. One look was all it took to knock me on my ass and leave me dumbfounded.
Her soft features were the first thing I saw, her delicate nose and her perfect plump lips, turned up in a small smile. She was bundled in the cover's, with them pulled all the way up to her chin. Her hair was wild, her tangled curls spilling all over the pillows. My eyes focused in on the strand laying across her cheek.
"Your staring." She whisperd, her face flushing pink, and she blinked slowly, her long lashes brushing against her cheeks.
How the fuck did she expect me not to stare when she looked like that?!
"Your so gorgeous." I told her matter of factly, and was rewarded with her blush again.
My hands itched to touch her, and did just that. I reached up, carefully grasping the strand still laying across her face and moving it back. She was still to far tho, and I slid across the small space, watching her smile as my hands reached out for her under the blanket.
She was warm as I pulled her into my chest, her small hands coming to rest on my bare skin, it was already tingling from her touch.
I stretched my right arm out under her head, guiding her face towards mine. I kissed her lightly, her lips pressed to mine.
My other hand clearly had a mind of it's own, reaching for her waist and smoothing down, over her hip and onto her bare thigh.
My mind flashed to the memory of last night, the feel of her perfect soft breasts pressed tighly to me, and I felt my body react painfully fast. Not good. I knew we had to get up soon and start are day, Emily was expecting us.
After so many year's of having her in my head I was still taken off guard when I felt a sudden wave of love pour into me. It wasn't hard to distinguish her's and mine. It was different, almost like it's own flavor..or color, but still so much like mine. Strong and all consuming.
She pressed closer to me, aligning her body with mine and swinging her leg over my hip. My hand unconsciously tightened on her thigh, her bare skin driving me crazy and my erection pressed into her.
My head swam with her intoxicating scent, her arousal mixing into her natural perfume. My hand glides up her leg, over her perfect hip. I internally thank what ever type of greater force bestoyed her with these curves. She's insanely sexy and doesn't even know it. Then I thank the same force she doesn't know it, if she did I would be helpless to deny her.
Her mouth pulls from mine, and she gasps air into her lungs, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I take the opportunity to let me eyes roam her. The blanket has mostly fallen off, and she's wearing one of my blue tshirts. It's bunched around her hips, her white panties exposed. Continuing my path I take in the way the cotton stretched tightly over her heaving chest.
God I want to touch her. It probably means it's time to stop. Given the slightly resigned look on her face I took it to mean yes.
"I suppose we have to get up." She smiles, and starts to pull herself away from me.
"Nope." I hold on tighter and flash her my best smile. She seems to think about it and then curls back into my arm's, nuzzling her face into my neck. I get another twenty minutes until I feel her sigh against my chest.
"I have to go shower." She says regrettable.
Don't think about it, I tell myself. Don't think about it...about her naked body in the shower, the water falling down her perfet tits, rolling over her smooth stomach and disappearing inbetween her leg's, where I so desperately want to be. Fuck.
"Okay." I groan, because I know if I don't I won't ever let her go. So I make my hands release her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and roll onto my back
In seconds I regret my decision when she sits up, placing her leg on the other side of me and straddles my torso. She gives me a wicked smile that tells me she know's exactly what she's doing, and before I have time to process more then the delicious heat emitting from her core, she's gone. Climbing over me and off the bed.
I listen to the sound of my dad's snores, deciding hes still passed out and will be for a while.
"He's still sleeping." She flashes me a smile, grabs her rob of the door and pulls it open, disappearing before it closes quietly.
I lay in bed listening to the sound of her getting ready down the hall. When the shower turns on I turn my attention back to myself. I still have my problem but I take a few minutes going over what were doing today to take my mind of it, and finally I'm able to get up and pull on some clothes.
I decide to take advantage of her absence and head out to the kitchen, looking through the ancient cabinet's for breakfast. I finally find most of the ingredients to make pancakes, just as I notice my dad's chair rolling down the hall.
"Morning son." He says cheerfully. I like seeing him so happy, but the image of him being alone in this house when we leave bothers me. I push it aside, there was no point in thinking on it, I knew where I needed to be.
"Morning. Where's the dam flour?" I pull open another door, scanning the contents. When the hell did the cups move here?
"I think next to the fridge. Rachel loves to rearrange thing's when she's here. Calls it cleaning." He laughs alittle at her tendencies to move thing's where she thinks they should be. Despite myself I laugh to, and finally finding the flour I start on the food.
"Where's Ness?" He askes causally, wheeling himself to the table. Could he really not hear her in the shower? It took all of my concentration on not listening to her.
"Shower." I tell him, and carefully mix the ingredients together.
"Ahh..So...How are thing's between you to?" He asks and I can already tell where this is going.
"Where great dad. Never better." I grab the large pan and turn on the stove, waiting for him to continue.
"Good good. That's great to hear.." he mumbles. I roll my eyes.
"Are you going to actually ask what's on your mind?" I say, wanting to get passed his questions. Despite my focus on the food infront of me I hear the shower turn off, and the sound of the metel ring's sliding on the curtain poll. He clears his throat somewhat awkwardly, and I hear the seldom used dad voice.
"You know I'm happy you two finally figured it out, and I love Ness just like the rest of the family, I know perfectly well you'll take care of her."
It wasn't quite what I was expecting, and I looked up towards him to gauge what he means.
"What I'm saying is..When your ready to ask her, I think I have something you might want.." He was figiding with his wedding band still sitting proudly on his hand.
"Ask her what?" I asked confused, he wasn't making sense. He glanced up, a grin on his face.
"Ask her to marry you of course. " He said, like it was perfectly clear what he meant.
"How'd you know I was thinking about it?" I mean of course I was, I would be insane not to. I went back and forth all the time about waiting alittle longer and wanting to marry her this second.
"I ain't blind, five minutes is enough to see it written all over your face. I thought...Well maybe if you want to...You could give her your mother's ring. It's a tradition, my mom gave it to me to give to your mother. Of course you don't have to, but if you want..its okay with me." He wasn't looking at me, feeling slightly uncomfortable I'm sure with the topic, but at the end his eyes fell to mine, sure and strong.
I walked towards him, taking a seat in the chair beside's him and took his weathered hands in mine. So many year's of him holding my hands, so many memories passing by, but I thought about how much I hated having to grow up without my mother. Her not being able to see my beautiful Ness, and I instantly knew I wanted nothing more then for her to wear my mother's ring.
"Dad. I would love to give her mom's ring. Thank you so much. " I didn't hide the emotion from my face or voice, and neither did he. He smiled proudly and squeezed my hands, his surprisingly strong for his age.
"Ill make sure I get it out before you leave. "
The bathroom door opened, and I heard her soft footsteps cross over to the bedroom, the door closing behind her. I gave him another greatfull smile and got up to finish the food.
In less then ten minutes I had a large stack of pancakes placed on the table, and was getting the syrup from the fridge, placing it down.
"Ill be right back." I tell him as he forks a pancake onto his plate. I head down the small hall, and stop infront of my door. I knock lightly, not wanting to disturb her.
"Come in." She calls, and I open it and peak my head in. Already I can tell that this day is going to be torture.
She stands in the middle of the room, brushing out her wet hair. She's wearing light jeans, that hug her figure so dam well you'd think they were painted on. She has a white long sleeve v neck shirt, showing just a hint of her perfect cleavage, but just like the jeans, its tight, and I immediately want to pull it off. I tear my eyes away from her body and find her face. Her cheeks are pink, she caught me, but I don't care. She puts down her brush and secures her pandant around her neck. I love when she wears it.
"H-hey..I made breakfast, you hungry?"
For a fully grown male my voice just cracked like a 12 year old. Real smooth Jake. I tell myself. But her face only flushes more and she smiles sweetly.
"I'd love some." Her voice always makes me melt, and I pray I never have to go without it.
She walks the couple steps to me, her small hands reaching for my torso and sliding around me. How can one perfect angel like her make me feel so happy and wanted. She's tiny compared to my massive form, one of my many worries about us being intimate, but again I push the thought aside.
I allow my hands to reach down and cup her pink cheeks, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip. I hear her already quick heartbeat skip, and then take off, and I'm trying not to fall to my knees and beg her to marry me.
"You look beautiful." I say instead, leaning down and resting my forehead to hers. Her face break's into a gorgeous smile and I feel the temperature in her face heat up even more.
"Thank you." She says quietly, and I can't help myself any longer. I tilt her face up, pressing my lips to hers. I swear I died and went to heaven. Her full lips are soft on mine, and she tastes incredible. Fresh from her shower, but sweet, almost like honey, which is part of her natural aroma.
I allow myself a couple more second's before I pull back, kissing her forhead and taking her hand. I lead her down the hall and into the kitchen, letting her go and getting the juice.
I make sure I give her three pancakes before I load my plate, pouring some syrup ontop and digging in. She drenches hers and I can't help but snort. She has such a sweet tooth, but it gets so much worse around her time of the month, or every other month? I think back to the last time she got it and decided I probably still have about a week till she's due. I'll have to watch for the moodyness, that's always my first warning.
"What's the plan for today?" Dad asks, taking a bite from his own plate.
"Im ganna call Em right after breakfast and see if she needs anything from the store, then probably head over there. I want to get the pack together at some point."
I finished off my plate, leaning back and my eyes drifted automatically to her. She's about three quarters done with her food, but she's pushing the rest around her plate, a habit she always does when she's full.
"You done babe?" Her eyes met mine, an involuntary smile flashing across her face at my pet name and she nods.
"Ill clean them up. You cooked." She stood, collecting the dishes and started to taking then to the sink.
"Why don't you go call Emily? That way we can head out right after I'm done." She turned the water on, grabbing the sponge.
"Alright." I get up and can't resist myself, I lean towards her, leaving a small kiss on her cheek and head to the bedroom. I grab my phone, dialing the familiar number.
"Jacob." Her cheery voice says from the other line.
"Hey Em, I was just calling to see if you wanted us to stop at the grocery store before we head over?"
"Oh yes please! That would be soo helpful. I was going to try and go with the boy's but it's like taming lions." She laughed, but even through the phone you could hear the adoration in her voice.
"No problem, what do u need?"
She was about 11 items in when I decided I really needed to write this down. She laughed when I told her to hold on and then repeat exactly what she just said. One full piece of paper later and I had my list.
"Alright, we'll head out to get this all now and then be right over."
"Wonderful. We can't wait to see you bot- No! Dakota do not sit on your brothers head. Oh Jake, I gatta go. See ya." With a click the line was dead and I couldn't help but laugh.
I grabbed my jacket from the door and slid on my shoes, making my way back to the kitchen.
"Did u get the list?" Nessie was drying of her hands when I walked in, my dad missing.
"Yep." I held up the paper.
"She gave me everything right before Dakota tried to sit on logan's head." I tell her and am rewarded with her sweet laugh.
"Let me get my jacket and we can go." She passes by me, her hands brushing across my stomach, and I watch her make her way to the room, her hips swaying teasingly.
A/N: okay, but what do you guy's think about Jacob's pov? I honestly love writting him, it comes so easily. So I have a pretty big question for all of you. I have a pretty clear path for this story but there's too roads i could take. Im always one for a good passion filled romance, but I know some people like that drama and conflict mixed in. What do you guys think? I could take it either way so far. Please leave your opinions! Either review or pm me! The faster ya'll give your opinions the faster I can continue.