A/N: Hello, ladies! Yes, it is a Saturday. Yes, it is an update. Guess why? Today's my birthday! Well, I technically won't be 17 until 8:10 am on the 26th but since it's after twelve, it is the day of my birth!
I've decided to update as a treat to myself and y'all as well. Mostly for me, because I couldn't think of a better birthday present than reviews! lol. Don't go thinking I'm all selfless or anything.
So . . . how about y'all break my review record as a little birthday gift to yours truly?
Although that would be awesome, I am just kidding. I love every single review and appreciate all of them. This chapter's been written for months so I'm so excited for y'all to get to it. I like a slightly kinky Nessie - I think it's ridiculously awesome. Let me know if you agree. I also am a fan of PotC, so I'm not hating - it was just fun to write. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except a really bad day that isn't looking up tomorrow even though it is the anniversary of my birth. This day includes but is not limited to: washing my phone in the washing machine, finding out my Dad has decided to go out of town on my birthday, and injuring myself on multiple occasions. So yeah. :D
And yes, I totally just copied and pasted this A/N from Undeniable and edited it to fit. I'm tired.
In Which There is Game Elizabeth Wouldn't Be Able to Say No to
i'll be your french maid
when i meet you at the door
i'm like an alley cat
drink the milk up, i want more
- ashlee simpson, lala
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I sat by the front window, leaning into Mom's cold embrace, and twisting Jacob's wedding band in my fingers. Waiting for him to get home.
"You're going to wear it down to nothing if you keep that up," Mom teased me, looking up from Pride and Prejudice. She had a kind of obsession with that book.
Jacob couldn't phase with his ring on – he'd tear it apart and break his finger in the process, so he gave it to me to hold for him when he left this morning. I knew it was necessary, but I still felt childishly upset about it. It hadn't even occurred to me that Jacob would have to take his ring off all the time. I never planned on removing mine.
"I just miss him," I mumbled, still feeling childish. I hadn't seen my family in months and now I was finally back with them and spending my time worrying about Jacob.
Momma hugged me closer. "I know, Renesmee, sweetie."
I'd actually had a pretty good day. Everyone was really careful about not mentioning my twelve days in front of me or anything related, so I didn't know much more than I did this morning but we were together. Jacob called Rachel as soon as we got here and she came flying over with Paul, despite his protests of not wanting to wander into vamp land.
I'm not sure why Jacob just didn't have her come over to the house since it was closer, but I didn't ask. I was too nervous, about a number of things.
The first was that I would be going back to see my family for the first time after doing . . . that. And they would all know it. It wasn't exactly like we were going to hold a discussion (except for a few questions from Aunt Alice that I dodged), but the idea still made me uncomfortable.
Also, I would be meeting Rachel. Of course, I'd met Rachel loads of times, but never as Jacob's . . . wife. Never as anything more than his friend, and I was worried she wouldn't think I was good enough for her brother or something like that. I don't know – I mean, obviously she knew about the imprint since she was one, but still. Nervous.
But everything went amazingly well. There was some crying and a few mutters about "Dad" that I saw made Jacob uncomfortable. He hadn't gotten to go say goodbye to Billy yet. Rachel's eyes widened when he told her that we'd been married and she stared at me like she was seeing me for the first time.
Then she barreled me over.
"Oh, congratulations, Nessie," she said into my ear, her voice still a little shaky from crying. "You don't know – he loves you so much, Nessie – you've made him so happy. Thank you."
I didn't know what to say so I just hugged her back and whispered, "I love him too."
Jacob, Rachel and Paul left then to drop Rachel off and then go meet with the rest of the pack. I would be spending the rest of the day with my family, which I really wanted to do, but I didn't see why Jacob couldn't just meet with the pack here. Again, I knew these thoughts were childish and irrational, so I didn't voice them.
I spent the rest of the day hanging out with whoever wasn't congregated together, whispering too fast for me to hear. It changed from hour to hour.
Grandpa Carlisle asked me about my diet and if I'd noticed any changes in my body or health while I'd been running. This led to me telling the farmer's-market-fruit-binge story which made him laugh. I liked to make Grandpa Carlisle laugh.
I asked Momma and Grandma to teach me to cook something new – my non-breakfast food knowledge was pretty limited and I wanted to cook something nice for Jacob. I think, from the way they looked at me from under their lashes, that they knew what I was up to but they didn't say anything. They just led me into the kitchen and taught me enchiladas and chicken parmesan. And left me with enough food for two nights' supper.
Dad said he wanted to see if my piano-playing skills had dulled while I was gone, so I played with him a little. I'd never been drawn to it as much as Daddy was, but it was a nice way to spend time together and I guess the skill was useful.
When I tried to give Alice her shoes back, she accepted them, turned around in a circle and then gave them back to me as a gift. Then she began to instruct me on how to use each and every one of my outfits, most of which I hadn't even seen yet. Uncle Emmett very subtly helped me escape from my crash-course in fashion torture by lifting me over his shoulder and running me down the stairs.
He carried me to Aunt Rose, who demanded to play with my hair, so I sat down and let her do that while Uncle Emmett played with Aunt Rose's hair. Well, pulled on it and bothered her a lot until she slapped him, the boom of their marble skin connecting vibrating through the house.
I didn't get to see Uncle Jasper at all, really. He was always in the center of the planning. It didn't matter who wandered in and out, since my entire family did at some point, Uncle Jazz was always with them.
I knew all this stuff was important – of course I did. Twelve days, twelve days, twelve days was pounding in my head like a heartbeat. But I was at least hoping for a quick game of chess with him.
It was almost dark now, and everyone besides me and Momma was locked in Grandpa Carlisle's study. I hadn't seen Jacob since this morning, the longest in months I'd gone without seeing him and I was ready to get home. I wasn't even thinking about the physical part anymore. I just wanted to change my clothes and crawl into bed with Jacob and ask him about his day.
It also wasn't lost on me that I thought of Jacob's house – our house – as home now. I mean, the big house was still home, sort of, but like it'd always been. A second home. But I hadn't thought about the cottage once since I'd been back.
I spun Jacob's ring on my forefinger, hula-hooping it all the way down and then closing my fist around it. Come on, baby, get home.
Then the door flew open, a scent I hadn't realized I'd been missing until I smelled it carrying in to me with the breeze, and there he was. Jacob strode in, pulling his shirt over his head and I jumped off the couch and ran over to him.
He held out his arms and I jumped into them, hugging him tight against me. His skin was hotter than usual from just having phased as I pressed my face into his neck and whispered, "I missed you."
"I missed you too, honey," Jacob said in my ear, placing a subtle kiss to my neck that probably could have been brushed off as him just pressing his face there. "How was your day?"
He sat me down and I took his hand and dragged him towards the living room.
"It was fine," I told him as we went. He said hello to Momma and went when I pulled him down on the couch next to me. "I hung out with whoever was free all day. I learned how to cook some new stuff – it was fun."
At the mention of food, Jacob's stomach growled.
"Hungry?" I asked, obviously, reaching forward to place a hand on Jacob's stomach before I remembered Mom was there.
"Yeah," Jacob groaned, nodding deeply and collapsing back onto the couch. "I haven't ate since this morning."
"I've already packed up the stuff for supper," I told him, settling for touching his arm instead. More casual. "But I can go get it. Do you want to eat here or can you wait until we get home?"
Jacob's eyes changed, just a little, at the idea of home.
"Nah, nah, I can wait," he said, sitting back up. He heaved himself up off the couch – he looked so tired. "I have to go talk to – to everybody about today, but that shouldn't take more than five minutes and we can go, all right?"
I nodded, watching as Momma stood to go with him. I stood too.
"I'll get everything together," I announced, sliding past them to head towards the kitchen. "Call me when you're ready."
Jacob nodded, giving me the married-person smile when Mom wasn't looking before they headed up the stairs.
Jacob wasn't gone long. I had just finished getting everything out of the fridge and found my shoes when I sensed his scent get stronger. He appeared in the doorway to the kitchen a second later.
"You ready, Ness?"
"Yes," I said, as Jake approached to try and get the containers but I caught his left hand when it reached out. "But I want to do this first."
I slid his ring back on, and it felt almost as amazing as it had the first time.
"Thanks," Jacob said, flexing his hand once it was on like he was testing the weight of it. "I'd been missing that."
I couldn't help but smile wide as I let Jacob gather up the two huge containers of food and take my hand in his free one.
"Everybody said to tell you bye," Jacob informed me as we headed to the door.
I nodded. I would be seeing them again tomorrow. I was both looking forward to and disappointed by this. Another day away from my Jacob.
Jacob opened my door for me and I took the tupperware from him and settled it into my lap as Jacob shut my door and walked back around to his side. I guess we'd taken over Uncle Jasper's Porsche. I didn't really want to give it back. Too much had happened in this car. It felt like ours now.
Jacob took my hand once we got on the road and we sat in a kind of silence for awhile.
"How was your day?" I asked finally. "How's everyone from the pack?"
"Everybody's good," Jacob nodded, turning into La Push and my stomach tensed in anticipation because I knew we were close to home. "Seth's trying to figure out how to tell his . . . Natalie about everything. He doesn't want to freak her out."
I smiled at the casual way Jacob mentioned Seth. All that confusion and mess seemed thousands of years ago.
"Oh," he said, like he realized something. "Emily had the babies."
"Really?" I exclaimed, bouncing in my seat a little. I couldn't wait to see her. "Oh, a boy and a girl like they said, or what? Is everything okay? When?"
"Um . . . yes, yes, and about a month ago. In that order."
"Wow," I said, sitting back in my seat as I thought about it.
Could that be me and Jacob one day? If . . . if all of this shit worked out and everything came out on the other end all right, could I have a baby for Jacob? Jacob's baby?
I didn't want to think about if we found out that I couldn't.
Jacob let go of my hand to cut the engine when we pulled up in the small yard of the house. We got into the house and I immediately headed into the kitchen with the food since I didn't want to make my poor hungry Jake wait any longer.
"Chicken parmesan or enchiladas?" I asked once I had pulled out plates and forks and everything else we would need.
"What?" Jacob's voice said from the living room. I popped up on my tiptoes to see Jacob collapsing onto the couch. He'd changed into his gym shorts from this morning.
"I cooked chicken parmesan and enchiladas, so we've got enough for two nights," I called, grabbing a pot from the cabinet and setting it to fill in the sink. I wanted to make Jacob some tea. "Which do you want first?"
"Enchiladas!" Jacob called back, louder than he needed to. "D'you want to eat in front of the TV tonight?"
"Whatever."
"You wanna watch that stupid pirate movie that you like?" Jacob called back, making me roll my eyes. Jacob hated the Pirates of the Caribbean series, but it was my guilty pleasure. "It looks my sister shares your great taste, 'cause she's got like all three."
"Put the first one in if you don't care," I told him as I dumped the tupperware of enchiladas onto a huge serving plate and stuck it into the microwave.
"Like I know which one that is." I could hear Jacob rolling his eyes.
I popped up onto my tiptoes again to see Jacob sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the entertainment center. He had pulled his hair back. My stomach tightened up. I wasn't sure how much of the movie we'd get through.
"I'll come do it," I told him, stopping myself just as I made to wipe my hands on my pants. If Jake wanted these pants to stay in wearable shape, I needed to get out of them. "Just let me change my clothes really fast."
I dashed to the bedroom and threw open my suitcase. It was really stupid to change every night when the clothes weren't dirty, but I was slowly gathering my nerve to wear some of Alice's stuff in front of Jacob. Not the lacy, stringy, see-through stuff, but the stuff I guess Alice would consider regular boring pajamas.
I left my bra on, which I didn't usually do (but Jake seemed to like it this morning and well, I wasn't ashamed to say I wanted him to get a good look at it) as I slid on a new pair of silky blue shorts and white tank-top. Which just so happened to be right under where my clothes from this morning had been.
Color- and outfit-coordinated. Alice was good.
I folded my clothes neatly and set them out of the way to be washed and redid my hair, taking the clip out and pulling it back with a regular tie. I left my shoes stacked neatly by the dresser and skipped back out to the living room where Jacob was lying back on the couch with all three Pirates of the Caribbean DVDs sitting on the coffee table in front of him.
I grabbed the first one, stuck it in the DVD player, and tossed Jake the remote.
"There," I told him, trying not to blush as I watched his eyes rake down my legs. "By the time it gets through the previews and everything, the food should be done."
Jacob nodded absently, his eyes still on my legs. I forced myself to walk slowly back to the kitchen – I wanted to try to wiggle my hips or something, but I knew I'd probably end up embarrassing myself.
The enchiladas were steaming hot in microwave and the water was boiling, so I cut it off and dropped in a couple of tea bags. I dug for a pitcher, dumping a couple cups of sugar into one when I found it. I carried the food in to Jacob while I let the tea steep.
He groaned out loud when I came into view, setting the huge plate and forks on the table in front of him. He shot up in his seat.
"Is that a good groan or a bad groan?" I teased as I straightened back up.
"Let's see - my girl in tiny shorts bringing me a giant plate of Mexican food?" Jacob deadpanned, flushing me with pleasure. "I'd say it's a pretty damn good groan."
I smiled and started to walk backwards to the kitchen. "Well, dig in, and I'll be there in a second."
I finished fixing the tea faster than I ever had. I probably should have let it steep longer, but I didn't care. Jake didn't either. I just wanted to get back out to where he was so we could eat and watch our movie or not watch our movie . . .
I filled two glasses with ice and held them from their mouths with one hand and the pitcher with the other, since I was one hundred percent sure Jacob would be taking refills and I wouldn't want to get up. I went back into the living room to find Jacob staring down his food like prey, but the plate was untouched.
"You don't like it?" I asked, starting to feel a little embarrassed. I tasted it and didn't see anything wrong. "You want me to heat up the chicken parmesan?"
"I'm waiting for you," Jacob said, taking the pitcher from me and filling our glasses when I set them down.
I was touched. A starving Jacob waiting when the food was right in front of him was unheard of. I wanted to kiss him, since I hadn't since this morning, but I knew Jacob was hungry and if I kissed him now we wouldn't get to the food for awhile.
"Well, wait no longer," I announced, sliding into place beside him and handing him his fork. "I'm here."
That was all the invitation Jake needed. He snatched the fork out of my hand and dug in. I reached behind him and grabbed the remote to press play, since I was getting tired of hearing the Black Pearl music. I made sure I set up the subtitles first, since Jacob claimed he needed them to understand Jack Sparrow.
"'Oo no wa ah ade dis muvee?" Jacob said through a mouthful of enchilada as I snuck a bite and the beginning credits started.
To a normal person, this sentence might have been incomprehensible. But luckily I had seven years of Full-Mouth-Werewolf-Speak under my belt.
"No, Jacob, why?" I asked, even though I knew because he told me every time we watched it.
"Well, the biggest reason," Jacob said, becoming more intelligible as he swallowed. "Is that you shouldn't have to read when you watch a movie. That's the whole reason you watch the movie instead of reading the book. If I wanted to read, I'd be reading, not watching a movie."
"First thing," I said, my speech too already rehearsed. "Most people don't have to read – they just pay attention and understand; and there is no book. It's just a movie."
"Something this annoying and costume-y and British had to be a book first," Jacob argued, gulping down tea now. "You just don't know about it."
"They're not British!" I argued back, laughing now. "It's the Caribbean, Jacob!"
"Uh-uh, 'ook!" He shouted, waving his fork at the screen with his mouth full again. "On da crossin' frum England!"
I mentally cursed. I'd forgotten about that.
"Whatever, Jacob," I said, dodging since he was right. He smirked at me once he swallowed. "Just concentrate on eating your food before you choke."
He did then, and we watched in silence until Elizabeth fainted and fell into the sea.
"You're lucky we weren't alive two hundred years ago or Alice'd have you dressed in that shit," Jacob said, gesturing to the screen with his fork. "And that'd be you right there."
"Would you jump in to save me?"
"Hell yeah," Jacob returned immediately, pushing the now-empty plate back on the table and collapsing against the back of the couch, pulling me with him "Does that mean I'm the pirate?"
The sudden picture of Jacob dressed as Jack Sparrow – with all his teeth and minus the tattoos, of course – burst into my mind and I couldn't say I didn't like it. If it were a couple hundred years ago, Jacob could've been a pirate. Forget Will Turner – Elizabeth wouldn't have been able to say no to that kind of game.
"I guess," I said, my cheek brushing Jacob's chest as I looked up at him. He had tomato sauce on the corner of his mouth. "You'd make a pretty awesome pirate."
"I would, wouldn't I?" Jacob said cockily, before he gestured to the screen again. "I would have fun doing that after I pulled you out."
I tore my eyes away from Jacob's mouth to see Jack Sparrow pulling Elizabeth's dress open and slicing off her corset. I felt myself flush with heat. That didn't sound like such a bad scenario at all.
"Of course, I would be smart enough to swim you over to some deserted beach and not a dock full of people."
I suddenly couldn't care less about the movie anymore.
"What would you do once we got there?" I asked, finally giving into temptation and swiping the sauce away from Jacob's lips with my finger. Jacob's eyes darkened as I licked the sauce from my thumb.
"After I finished undressing you, you mean?"
I nodded. Oh, yes.
Jacob's hand came down to massage my waist gently and his head fell forward to press a hot kiss to my neck. I bit back a whine of frustration.
"Nessie?"
"Yes, Jacob?"
"Do you still want to watch the movie?"
I think I like the alternate ending we were setting up right here a lot better.
"No."
Jacob's head came up to kiss me gently, but I could feel the passion building, the pent-up frustration of being apart for the entire day. Jacob's hands came down on my waist and he scooted me back and then laid me down, lying over me without disconnecting our lips once.
I made a contented sound into Jacob's mouth and deepened the kiss as his weight settled down over me. I rested my legs over the back of Jacob's and arched my back into his hands. I was so glad this was happening – I'd missed my Jacob, and I was tired of waiting.
Jacob's lips broke away from mine to kiss down my neck, his tongue sneaking out to touch my skin in surprising places. I remembered our conversation this morning.
"Wait, Jacob," I gasped as I felt his lips part to kiss again. If I wanted to do this, I needed to do it now before Jacob kept this up and I lost the will. "Get up really fast."
Jacob obeyed me, his eyes dark and lustful and my body cried out in dissatisfaction as I slid out from under him.
"Turn over," I told him, my legs actually shaking with desire.
Jacob obeyed me, still looking confused as he turned over onto his back. I wasted no time crawling back over him and if Jacob didn't get it then, he decided he didn't care because he just slid one of his hands up into my hair and pulled me down to his lips.
After a few seconds, Jacob's hands went back down to my hips and found their way under the edges of my tanktop. I pulled away from Jacob's lips and sat up, my full weight settling across where Jacob was just starting to become hard against me and we both hissed.
I pulled my shirt halfway up my stomach slowly, enjoying the way Jacob's eyes took in each new inch of bare skin hungrily. I don't think how much Jacob wanted me would ever stop affecting me.
"Is this what you want?" I teased, lifting my shirt up a little more as Jacob's hands tried to urge me back down over him.
Jacob growled and gripped my hips hard, pulling our pelvises together roughly so I could feel every inch of him. I bit back a moan.
"What do you think?"
"I think it is," I said, still trying to sound composed. I pulled the shirt up another few inches so Jacob would be able to see the blue of the bra that he'd shown an interest in this morning. "Do you want to help with the rest?"
Jacob's torso shot up until he was level with me and he snatched the shirt the rest of the way over my head and threw it to the floor. His lips were attacking mine and instant later and I was so shocked and . . . aroused by his burst of roughness to do anything but submit for a few seconds.
I finally managed to get control of myself enough to press a hand to Jacob's chest and push him gently away.
"Lay back."
I was surprised when he obeyed me, lying immediately back until his head rested on the arm of the couch. His hips arched up into mine and I gave in and rubbed myself against him for a few seconds.
"See, Jacob," I said, leaning forward and placing an open-mouthed kiss to the base of Jacob's throat. "I had this pretty interesting dream last night, and I was wondering if you might be interested in trying it out with me?"
Jacob said something that sounded vaguely like "ungh", which I took to mean yes and kept kissing along his neck. This was going to be so good. I could already tell.
Jacob's long arms reached all along my body as I kissed his neck, massaging my breasts and sliding down my back to grip my backside. I found myself wishing, with a little embarrassment, that Jacob would smack me again. Which made no sense, but didn't change how I felt about it.
I finally got to Jacob's chest. I don't know how he did this with me all the time – took his time, kissed every inch of skin. I wanted to get to where I was going now.
Jacob growled again when my tongue flicked across his nipple. His hands gripped me harder, so hard it should have hurt but it didn't. I circled my tongue around him once and then blew, and Jacob shivered under me.
"Now you know how it feels," I said, my eyes traveling up to meet Jacob's. I was shocked when they did. I was always shocked at the love and lust in his eyes.
I took my time with his other pectoral too, kissing all around it and giving it the same treatment as the last while Jacob's breathing steadily got harder. My panties were steadily getting wetter. If kissing me like this did for Jacob what it was doing for me now, I know why he spent so much time doing it.
And then, finally, I got to Jacob's stomach.
I was surprised to know what I was doing, but I guess since I'd been imagining it every night in my dreams for months, I was pretty well practiced.
I had to slide down his legs, away from the hardness that felt so right between my legs, but I comforted myself with the thought that I would be back. I kissed each muscle, ran my tongue into the dips in between.
I don't know what it was about Jacob's stomach that I liked so much, but I couldn't ignore that I did. The muscles tensed under my tongue and Jacob's hands came up to run through my hair and over my shoulders since they were the only places he could reach now.
I swirled my tongue around Jacob's naval when I reached it, his hips bucking up against me. Jacob's hardness brushed the tops of my breasts when he did and we both groaned. I would have crawled right back up him and rolled him back on top of me then except for the fact that I was so close to my goal and wasn't about to give it up now.
I flashed my eyes up to Jacob's to find them watching me before I sidled down the final few inches. Jacob let out a hard breath when I slid the front of his shorts down a little. I was going to do this right. For me as much as for Jacob.
I pressed my lips to the very top of that line, kissing softly and Jacob's hips shifted under me as he let out a frustrated breath. Then I parted them, letting my tongue dart out to taste the skin there. Amazing.
Then I dipped my head down, letting my tongue follow that line all the way down.
Jacob's fingers tightened in my hair and his hips bucked up against me as he cursed, "Fuck – Nessie – "
I wasn't sure what I was doing when I dropped my head down another few inches and let my nose brush against the bulge in Jacob's shorts. But then Jacob's hands pulled me with surprising strength back up his body.
"No, Ness," Jacob panted against my lips, even as his hips pressed up between my legs again.
"No what?"
"Just – just no," Jacob said helpfully, kissing me again. Then his hand slid down to grip my backside and I forgot about it.
Jacob kissed me hard, somehow managing to take control even when I was on top of him. His ran his hands over my body in ways that literally made me sag against him. I don't know how he held himself up above me all the time.
Then Jacob's hand slid down the back of my shorts, cupping my backside in his huge hand. His skin was so hot, with only my panties separating us. I remembered how his hand had felt against me this morning and I shivered. What would it feel like now?
My mouth surprised the hell out of me when it pulled away from the amazing lips it was kissing to say, "Jacob?"
"Yeah, baby?"
I shivered again. Two words shouldn't be able to do that.
"Do you want me to take my shorts off?"
Jacob groaned against my mouth, but I honestly wasn't trying to tease him this time. I was just trying to work up to what I really wanted. "If you want to."
It felt like heresy to slide off of Jacob's body then to sidle my shorts down my legs. Jacob took the scene in like a drowning man would water and his arm reached out to pull me back on top of him. His hands immediately slid to the newly revealed skin as he reconnected our lips.
I threw myself into kissing Jacob for a few minutes, but my curiosity and anticipation only built. So once again I heard my mouth ask, "Jacob?"
"Mm?"
"If – if I asked you to do something," I started, pausing here to kiss him again. Jacob's dark eyes watched me intently. "Would you do it?"
"Of course, Nessie," Jacob replied, kissing me hard as though to help him prove his point. "I'd do anything for you, honey, you know that."
"Even . . . if it was weird?"
"Just tell me," Jacob urged, his lips searching upwards for my jaw so I leaned in so he could reach. "I'm good with weird."
"Can you – " I shut my eyes for a second to gather my nerves. "You know, this morning . . . what you did?"
Jacob seemed to think for a second before he said, "Yeah."
"Can you do that again?" Jacob's eyebrows stitched together in confusion so I rushed on. "I mean, I know it's – weird. I just . . . when you – "
"You mean," Jacob interrupted, his hand sliding across my backside in a way that told me he got it. "Smack you?"
I nodded, feeling my face flush red.
"I just, I thought I . . . liked it, but I wasn't – "
Jacob nodded, cutting me off and then his lips reached up and took mine. Jacob kissed me softer than I expected him to and his hand slid over me more gently than I was used to.
Then Jacob's hand lifted off my skin for the briefest second and popped me lightly.
It was soft and didn't sting at all, more gentle even than this morning in the kitchen but it sent a jolt of lust through me so strong that I moaned into Jacob's mouth.
"Like that?"
"Harder," I whispered back, hardly believing myself.
I went back to kissing Jacob and a second later felt him lift his hand again and bring it back down. It was harder than before but still gentle, about like this morning but against my bare skin it made a sound that made both of us groan.
My body rushed.
Jacob's hand rubbed across the place he hit like he was trying to soothe the nonexistent hurt. His lips pulled away from mine.
"Do you . . . like that?"
I nodded again. It was weird, but that's what it was. "Is that okay?"
The tips of Jacob's fingers slid under the edge of my panties and I rubbed myself hard against him, trying to relieve some of the tension that he had just so helpfully built up even worse than before.
"Whatever you want is okay with me," Jacob said, and I was so relieved I kissed him. "Don't be shy to ever ask me for anything, Ness."
Something occurred to me. I was finding out that I had things I liked and I hardly knew anything, but Jacob knew much more than me.
"And you too, Jake," I said against his mouth, letting my fingers brush back the hair at the crown of his head. "If you ever want . . . anything, you can ask me. I swear I won't mind."
Jacob's smiled, just a little. "Anything?"
My heart sped up. I nodded.
"Do you want to go to the bedroom, Nessie?"
It wasn't the kind of question I was expecting, but it was definitely one I couldn't say no to. Was there anyone who could?
"Yes, Jacob."
Coming up:
When I finally came to, Jacob's lips pulled away from my ear and his fingers slid from inside me. I felt myself trying to pull Jacob's body on top of me – I was ready for him now. Even he couldn't doubt it.
"Now, Jacob," I pleaded.
"Would you . . ." Jacob's eyes turned kind of shy for a second. "Do you want to try something new?"
I would like to say a thousand ideas burst into my mind of what Jacob might want, but they didn't. I didn't even know what I liked until it happened. Nothing but curiosity burned inside me, almost as hot as the desire now. What did Jacob want? Even without knowing what it was, I couldn't wait to give it to him.
I nodded. Jacob leaned down and, surprisingly, kissed my cheek.
