Tempted Fate
Chapter 1
Author's Note:
Warning: This story is sexually explicit at times. Hence the "LEMONS" warning in the summary. If you are uncomfortable with sexual acts more than once a day or detailed descriptions of having sex... I suggest you don't read this story. I have only had 3 to 4 reviews of people saying that the couple in this story have sex too much. The majority of the readers that have read the story enjoy it. So I leave it up to you to make the choice of what you're comfortable with reading. (Since I posted this warning ages ago… I haven't had anyone that complained about the amount of sex in a rated "M" story that has "Lemons" in the summary. It seems like everyone that's reading this story is mature or has healthy sexual imaginations/relationships.) In addition… this is a love story. It's not just about sex… the couple is just hot for each other. And let's face it… JACOB IS HAWT!
I turned on my iPod so I could listen to my country mix of Sugar Land, Rascall Flatts, Lady Antebellum, and Taylor Swift. I listen to all types of music… but mainstream country is actually good now. I really like a lot of their lyrics. But I'm a bit jealous of Taylor Swift. I mean… she may have fucked Taylor Lautner and I'm just in love with him. God… I think my blood pressure just went up. And she makes songs about all of her ex's. Sometimes I think I should write a song about my ex-boyfriend John. I never wrote a song before. I've been writing poetry since I was ten. It can't be that much of a difference? But I would like to try one day.
I grabbed my brochure from my night stand and started flipping through the pages. My classes are already picked for my first semester of college. I just like to look through and read all of the available courses; mentally map out my life. I guess I can say I'm getting my life together. I was only focusing on me. Not being selfish or anything. It's just that I was so consumed by my past boyfriend John. It was a whirl-wind relationship. I thought I was in love with him… even gave him my virginity. Little did I know he was fucking another girl... someone who I thought was my friend. Jennifer wasn't even cute. Kick me in the gut with a steel-toed boot why don't you? At least he could have cheated on me with someone else. I guess the looks don't even mater. But it was just a slap in the face. I guess he didn't love me at all. It was so easy for him to say those words… and it was so easy for me to trust them. He had everyone fooled. My parent's even loved him. He was so polite in their presence and he was an honor roll student. Anyone would have fallen for him. My mother was so shocked when I told her why we broke up. Of course she supported my decision. She was so angry… I had to stop her from charging to his house. I don't have a clue to what she thought she was going to do? My mom can have a bad tempter sometimes… but she is one of the most loving people I know. But I can understand why she wanted to physically hurt him… he did leave bruises all over my arm when we broke up. He left other scars too… but I don't wanna think about them. My best friend Nicole wanted to do some major damage… but I convinced her it wasn't worth it. My little brother even wanted to fuck him up.
Unfortunately, I had to find out the hard way that he was cheating on me. The memory was vivid even though it was a year ago. I came over to his house one day to pick up my history book that I left there the other day. He didn't answer his cell phone and I saw that his mustang was parked in front of his house. So I parked my car behind his and knocked on the door. When I knocked on the door... it slowly creeped open. He didn't close it all of the way. I called out his name. The second my ears adjusted to the sounds of the house, I noticed a banging noise coming from his room. My heart thudded when I heard a female moan. I was frozen at the door. I didn't know what to do. My eyes darted to the coffee table and noticed a familiar bulky set of keys. I only knew one person who had that many key chains and the brightly colored name tag nearly made my knees buckle once my brain confirmed it was her's… Jennifer. Jennifer was my friend… not my best friend but we did hang out a lot and shared a lot of the same classes. I guess we shared the same dick too. Tears started to fill my eyes as I walked towards his room. I didn't know why I had the need for more confirmation? Maybe he let one of his friends use his house to have sex… and he went somewhere else in another car. That's what I was praying for. But then my world crashed as I heard Jennifer's voice moan his name. Then I heard him groan; the same groan I heard the few times while he was having sex with me. It was confirmed. I was a stupid, naïve, overly trusting fool. I at least wanted him to know that I knew he was a lying dog! Why should I run out of there crying while he feels content? I walked over to his door and opened it. He was still banging away in the missionary position not noticing my presence.
"Excuse me… I'm here to get my history book. Would you mind to stopping fucking Jennifer so you could get it for me," I said calmly.
I knew I should have said something more clever and epic… but I was on the verge of breaking down in a need a whole box of tissues kind of cry. I will never forget his face when he turned around to look at me. Jennifer looked shocked as hell. I wanted to kick her ass… but it wasn't her fault. I mean the bitch did fuck my boyfriend… but I guess he wasn't mine if she could fuck him. No one put a gun to his head to fuck someone else. My anger fleeted my body as I realized that it wasn't really worth my time.
"Oh well... I just get it later. It looks like you're into something... fuckin' slut!" Then I walked out of the house. A few seconds later he was following me with a towel wrapped around his body.
"Wait Nessie… please," he called out.
I kept on walking. Nothing he could say would satisfy my heart. It needed to be rid of all signs of him.
"I'm so sorry Renesmee."
"Fuck you."
He caught up to me as I reached the side of my car. He grabbed my arm tightly and I shoved him away. I used all the strength that I had, but he only was pushed back an inch, if that.
"Don't you ever touch me again!"
His grip hurt me and my arm was throbbing. God I wanted to kick him in the balls. But I was more concerned about getting out of there. I fumbled for my keys to open my door. My hands were shaking and the tears were making it harder for me to see. I knew we had an audience by now. I could see the figures standing still in my blurred peripheral vision. Like an idiot I dropped my keys. I'm just as clumsy as my mother. I went to bend down and pick them up. John grabbed me by the waist once I had them in my grasp and pressed me to him. I put my arms up defensively crossing them with my eyes closed. I wished that I had magical powers to teleport back home so I could be in front of the fridge… picking out which ice cream I would use to dull this pain. He wiped my tears away. I didn't want him touching me at all.
"John!" Jenifer called from his door. I opened my eyes. The bitch was fully dressed.
"Please let me go home," I muttered. My voice was weak. I couldn't even scream or sound like a bad ass… giving a memorable exit.
"I'm sorry," he said with his voice cracking.
"I know you are." I hope that he understood my statement. It wasn't an acception of an apology.
"Renesmee… don't go. I can explain."
"Explain what! Really what the fuck can you explain? Were you raped? It didn't look like it."
I heard Jennifer huff and she went back inside his house.
"Nessie… I love you. That was nothing to me. I'm sorry I slept with her."
"Seriously? Wow… you amaze me John. You love me." I huffed. "You don't love me because you wouldn't hurt someone you loved. Can you please let me go!"
He didn't budge. I stomped his foot and he grabbed my arms and shook me.
"Listen... I'm trying to..." he growled.
"Hey man let her go!" A neighbor called out.
He quickly let me free and I used my key to open my door. I slammed it shut; too hard. I could have damaged my car. I put my middle finger up at him and fumbled trying to put the keys in the ignition. I couldn't see well so I wiped my tears away. John moved out of the way as I backed up to give me room to clear his car. I swiped the back corner of it as I pulled out. To this day I don't know if I did it on purpose or if my vision was that distorted. But I smiled as I drove off with him gaping at his classic blue mustang with his mouth opened.
He tried to get me to pay for the car saying it was a hit and run. So I had to get my dad involved. I didn't want to, but I had no choice. When my family saw my bruised arm John quickly apologized and acted like a pussy. He dropped the idea of trying to charge me because he knew that his ass was in trouble, especially with my father being a lawyer. But that didn't stop him from being a jerk the next time I saw him. I was stupid for going there… but I did. I tend not to think of that day that much.
My dad and Uncle Emmett wanted to kill him for bruising my arms. Not literally… well maybe. My little brother Matt found out about it a few months later by overhearing our father talking about it to our mother. He showed up at my high school with his friends from Martial Arts class waiting to fight him. They got kicked off the premises before John ever came out. They looked like a short mini gang with angry faces… which made them stick out like a sore thumb. It was so obvious that they didn't go to Forks High. My little brother is a trooper… he didn't even care if he would have gotten in trouble. But I told him that it was a stupid thing for him to do. He told me that no matter the consequences… he was going to be my protector and kick anyone's ass who even thought of hurting me. He's so adorable… but he has to realize because he is trained that he can't just go kicking someone's ass. He'll wind up in Juvie if it's not self-defense. Shit he's a black belt in two martial arts.
I wasn't as strong as I thought I would be. I guess I was in denial of how hurt I really was. My grades started slipping. Only the ones where we shared classes… because I couldn't focus. I stopped eating. I lost 15 pounds. My parents were so scared for me. They even had me talk to a psychologist. They didn't have to pay someone to talk to me about my heartache and betrayal of trust. But I got stronger and I matured so much within the last year. I'm so proud of myself. I did it... not the three sessions I had with the psychologist who asked me a million questions then noted the time to tell me that the session was over. I made myself aware that I was important and to not let his choices ruin my life. I always wanted to go to college and teach art history. So I studied my ass off to bring my grades up. I ended that year with a 3.0 average. I'm not a brianiack like my father... he's a lawyer. But I've been on the Honor roll many times… basically every year since kindergarten. My mother only finished high school. She married my father right after her high school graduation. After a year of marriage… they had me. My mother was pregnant again when I was one, but she had a miscarriage when she was four months pregnant. They tried again a year later and she had another one when she was around one month pregnant. So they stopped trying and adopted my brother Matt. He's a sweet kid... nosy as hell… but he's sweet. He's fourteen. He just got into girls. I'm trying my best to make sure he knows how to treat a girl. My parents also have it covered. He sticks out like a sore thumb in our pale as hell family because he's half black. But he's very comfortable with himself and doesn't have any hang ups about race. He has tough skin and sometimes you need that being bi-racial. But everyone at school gets along with him. And for the guys that have a problem with him for no reason… they don't say shit because he could kick their ass with one hand tied behind his back. But he's a sweetie. We've always been close… he's my little bro. I love him to death... though he's not that little anymore. I think he's got me by and inch now.
I put my brochure off to the side and got out of bed and stretched my arms. My parents and brother went to Seattle last night to visit my Uncle Emmett. I stayed home because I was expecting someone to look at my car later this morning and then I was going to my girlfriend Nicole's party tonight. It would be a miracle if I could drive there and not rely on someone picking me up. My poor car broke down a few days ago. I bought it myself with the money I saved trying to feel independent and all. I should have just let my dad buy me a new car. Maybe I'll take him up on that offer. This is the longest that I haven't had my own transportation since I had my license. Nicole and Dawn have been driving me around for the past few days. My car is fifteen years old. I'm glad my Mazda has lasted a year and a half considering what I paid for it. My dad said that the mechanic should be here around 10 am. He must trust this guy to keep the appointment knowing that I would be here by myself. He could be crazy or something. I knew where all the hidden weapons were. My dad knows one of the owners of the shop… so I'm not nervous or anything. I mean… I could have asked one of my friends to be here with me… but my dad didn't even seem that worried.
I quickly took a shower and put on a plum casual dress with ruffles near the cleavage. It was a stretchy cotton blend material. Nothing too fancy… I still wanted to look cute for the mechanic. I guess it's my hormones. Whatever, I haven't dated anyone since I broke up with John a year ago. That's mostly my fault. I have had offers for dates... but I just wasn't interested; or didn't want to get involved. I guess I have a trust complex now? I mean how harmless could some of those dates have been? I could have just had fun without any pressure of getting serious with a guy.
I ran down stairs and got a danish and a cup of hot chocolate. I lost track of the time from reading my magazine. The doorbell rang and it startled me. Oh that must be him? I grabbed my car keys and looked out the living room window and saw a black tow truck. I couldn't see all of the writing on the side. A bush was blocking my view. I could only see one letter "B". I opened the door expecting just an average guy coming to fix my car. I had to lift my head up to see his face. I didn't expect him to be that tall. Wow how tall was he? When I finally saw his face… I think my mouth opened a bit in shock. I had to get myself together so I wouldn't seem like a complete idiot.
"Oh Hi," I said sounding stunned.
"Hi, I'm Jacob. I'm here to fix Renesmee's car."
I was still gazing at him. He was the most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life. I assumed he was a local from the nearby reservation. He was so muscular and his hair was long, past his shoulders. He had a black T-shirt that I quickly found myself envious of because it was hugged against his body. The breathtaking caramel skinned man gently smiled at me and it made my walls quiver.
"Hey so are you Renesmee?" He asked.
I snapped out of it.
"Oh… I'm sorry. Yes… I'm Renesmee... nice to meet you... please call me Nessie, or May."
Why was I giving him so many options of names? I'm surprised I didn't tell him he could also call me by my middle name Carlie.
"So where's the patient?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"Your car," he said smiling.
Oh… I felt so stupid. I couldn't get over my initial reaction to him. I felt the wetness in my panties already. "Oh… it's on the side of the house in the garage." I looked at the door to make sure it was unlocked and stepped outside with him.
"I don't really know what's wrong with it. It showed no signs that it was dying on me."
"Well don't worry… I can basically fix anything."
"Ahh… over confident are you?"
"No… I just know what I'm doing."
His confidence made him even hotter, if that was possible.
"So have you've lived here all of your life?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm enrolled in University of Washington for art history. I start in a few weeks."
"Oh that's nice."
I went to open the garage door.
"Oh I'll get that for you," he said as his hand brushed against mine to grab the handle. I smiled at him and he lifted the door. Inside the garage were my car, my family's bikes, a bench, and a few large plastic bins. My dad's not handy with tools... so there wasn't a tool in sight. It was very neat compared to the average garage. My dad's a neat freak.
I reached inside the car and popped the hood. He lifted the hood with one arm and his bicep and triceps became more defined. I went to go sit down on the bench near the front of the garage. I could see most of his body... but I couldn't see his face since he was bent down.
"Hmm… don't worry…I will have it running in no time Gorgeous."
My eyes brightened at the sound of him calling me Gorgeous.
"I'm sorry… Nessie. I can't help but to call you gorgeous because you're breath-taking. I'm so sorry... that was out of line."
"Oh… no I didn't take offense. Thank you. You're very sweet."
Now I was getting nervous. I tried to contain my gitteryness by concentrating on sitting completely still. It didn't work because my foot started tapping.
"So what do you like to do?" he asked while still under the hood.
"Oh… I like to write, go to movies, watch stand-up comedy, and dance. Can you dance?"
He came from behind the hood smiling.
"I'm not the greatest dancer… but I do a mean robot."
He started imitating a robot with his tools still in his hand. I laughed. He's so crazy. He had the biggest smile on his face. His teeth were so white and perfect… he must have had braces as a child. I felt a chill go down my spine and I tried my best not to shiver.
"Hey have you heard of cliff diving?" he asked.
"Huh… cliff diving? Sounds dangerous."
"It could be if you don't know what you're doing."
"So I assume it involves jumping off a cliff into the ocean?"
"You're correct."
"I assume you're one of those adrenaline junkies if you do something as crazy as that?"
I shouldn't have said that. I didn't want to offend him. Oh I wished I could take that back.
"Hmm… I guess I am. Me and some of the other guys on the res love it."
"Wow… be careful."
I couldn't stand seeing him get hurt. Why would he do such a dangerous thing? He gazed at me for a brief moment... then gently smiled.
"What you jump out of planes too? Do you have some type of death warrant over your head? I'm pretty sure your family worries about you."
"No… I don't jump out of planes or swim with sharks… but I do have a motorcycle."
"Wow… you have a motorcycle."
He came from under the hood and looked at me smiling.
"Yeah… you wanna ride with me some day?"
Whoa an invitation to spend more time with him. I had to jump on this even though I would be scared senseless.
"Sure… I never rode on one before… so be gentle."
Jacob's eyebrow went up.
"Oh my God… that sounded sexual. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I feel so embarrassed."
"Hey don't worry about it… I'll go slow for you." Oh God… I know I will have to change my panties soon.
He smiled at me and I couldn't help but to return his smile as my skin heated up… Shit! Shit! Shit! He looked back down on the engine and started screwing something. Wow I wish he would… stop it Nessie. Ugh! This man was driving me crazy with his sexiness. I crossed my leg and noticed how wet I was.
"So I understand how you would get May from Renesmee… but how did you get the nickname Nessie?"
"Oh… my little brother kinda gave me that name while he was learning how to read. I had my name spelled out in block letters in my room and he use to always steal a few letters and take them back to his room. He would always steal the same letters. Every time I went to get my letters back… he would have them displayed on his dresser spelling Nesee. He would say… look your name Nesee." He was so cute. He was three I think? He always had a hard time saying Renesmee so he decided to change my name and never called me Renesmee again. It kinda stuck with me. My parents call me Renesmee. I know it's a weird name but it's a combination of both of my grandmother's names... Rene and Esme. I swear my mother should have been a hippe."
"Well what would you like me to call you?"
You can call me anything you want.
"Nessie or May… both will suffice."
"Ok," he said smiling. "So do you get along with your brother… how old is he?"
"Matt's fourteen. I love him to death. He's nosy as hell… but he's really funny. He knows he's adopted and I wanna make him feel as much love from me as he can."
"When did you tell him he was adopted?"
"Um… my parents told him early on. I forget what age… Around six or seven?"
"Hmm… why did your parents tell him that he was adopted at such a young age?"
"Well keeping it a secret would be hard to pull off since his mother was black."
"Oh…. What was his father… do you know?"
"His father was white. Matt's the completion of… hmm Halle Berry I guess. Half of his class is in love with him… but there's only one girl that he really likes."
Jacob chucked.
"He really thinks he's a bad ass because he's a black belt in Karate and Kung Fu. He's been taking classes since he was eight."
"Wow… a black belt. That's cool. Oh, do you have any other brothers or sisters?"
"No… just Matt."
I scooted the bench closer to him so he would just have to turn his head to the side to see me while he was under the hood. He excused himself and went to his truck to get a few more things. I watched him walk away. Wow… his ass is beautiful in them jeans. Why is he a mechanic?He could be like a super model or something. He's way sexier than anything I've seen in a fashion magazine… or even soap operas. He probably has a girlfriend. I don't think he's married… he doesn't have a ring on. Well I don't think mechanic's wear rings when they work? That's not something I really paid attention too. Not like I've been in body shops before.
Jacob started walking back to the garage with a few things in his hand. He smiled at me and my heart started to race. Wow... it's not healthy for me to be around him. My body is reacting in crazy ways. He sat his tools and what looked like car parts down on the ground next to the hood of my car. I tried to relax as we talked. It got much easier after a while. He was really thought provoking and seemed really smart. I kinda forgot we were in my garage for a moment… it seemed like we were talking at a coffee shop or something. We talked about his siblings. He had two older twin sisters. He told me how they helped raise him because they lost their mother when he was really young. I was really sad to hear that. I never really lost someone close to me… I couldn't even imagine what that felt like. I felt tears starting to form in my eyes. I didn't want to cry in front of him; that would have been embarrassing. But I briefly felt the pain I might have felt if I'd lost my mother. I looked outside at the leaves blowing in the wind so he wouldn't see my face.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said still looking outside trying to keep my tears from being noticed.
"Nessie?"
I turned around to face him. His eyes looked worried.
"I'm sorry… it's just that … that kinda got to me. I'm so sorry for your loss."
"Oh, it's ok. Cheer up… don't make me dance again I can do the Dougie too."
I chuckled.
"That's better… Hey let's talk about something else." He gently smiled at me and I smiled back. I told him about my aunts and uncles. He really thought that my Uncle Emmett was a riot from the stories I told him. Jacob also told me about his best friends that he grew up with on the reservation. Jared and Embry seemed like the most fun. Embry seemed like he would be perfect for Nicole. But I didn't pry into his relationship status just in case he wasn't that attractive. Nicole has only dated men who were above average in looks. She knows she's shallow and accepts it. Jacob's life seemed happy. I felt so comfortable talking to him. It seemed like we knew each other for longer than an hour. We may have been in the garage for longer than that. I wasn't really paying attention to the time. Plus I wasn't sure if he was taking longer just so he could stay with me. I wish he could stay the rest of the day. He suckered me in to telling him that I was single by saying "so what does your boyfriend think of that…" to something that I told him. I quickly said I didn't have a boyfriend. His reaction was neutral… but then he looked at me in a way that made my insides want to scream. I figured I would use the same tactics that he used on me to find out my status. Two could play this game.
"So I'm pretty sure your girlfriend's not so thrilled about you hurling your body hundreds of feet into the icy ocean."
"Oh… I don't have anyone special, right now."
I think I heard a splash in my panties. I know I didn't, my mind is just comical… but my lips sure felt the sudden rush.
"Oh."
"I saw your father once, around four years ago, when he came to talk to Billy… I mean, my dad."
I gave him a strange look.
"I call my dad by his first name… my sisters do too."
"Oh."
"They seemed to really get along. I remember your dad brought by some lemon cakes that your mom made one day. Man they were good."
"Oh… you had my mom's baking?"
Jacob smiled ear to ear.
"Yeah… she's a great cook. Billy says that he's known your dad for years. Is your father here?"
"No… my parents went to Seattle with my brother to visit family. They will be back later tonight, after they go out to dinner with my aunt and uncle."
Man I must be losing it letting him know that we were all alone. Maybe subconsciously I really wanted him to know that I was all alone… with him. Maybe he will kiss me? What am I saying? But he did say that I was gorgeous and wants to take me out on his bike. I never did ask him when, though?
"So when can I get that bike ride?" I asked.
He came from under the hood and smiled at me.
"Any time you want. Let me know when you wanna go."
"How about tomorrow?" I asked hopefully. I hoped that didn't sound too desperate.
"That's fine with me… I hope the weather is good."
"I can't wait. I should wear my Sons of Anarchy hoddie."
"What… you watch that show?!" he said excitedly.
"I love that show… of course. Jax, Gemma, Tara…"
"So you're a part of the Reaper Crew."
"You're damn right… don't mess with me or… retaliation."
He chuckled.
"Man that's one of my favorite shows. What other shows do you watch?" he asked.
"This Is Us, Game of Thrones, West World, Greys Anatomy, Blackish, Grownish, Station 19, 911, Ozark, The Flash, Daredevil, Smallville, Supernatural, Glee, CSI Miami, The Big Bang Theory…."
"Oh… I just love Sheldon."
"Yeah… I even have a Bazinga T-Shirt."
"No."
"Yes."
"Really… Do you watch True Blood? That's one of my favorite shows."
"Who doesn't? I love vampires," I said smiling.
"Hmm… I like werewolves better," he slyly grinned.
He stared at me for a long time. Maybe it wasn't that long… but it sure felt like it. My heart started pounding fast and I felt my face getting hot. I stood up to release some of the energy and walked over to the hood of the car. A dumb move since he was the reason I was feeling so flustered. I just catapulted myself next to the source of heat.
"Hey… is this job more than you thought?" I asked.
"No… I'll be done soon. A few things were just loose and you needed a spark plug. I already had one because I knew the make and model of your car. I would have been done quicker if I didn't have so many distractions."
"I'm sorry… I'm a distraction," I said light heartedly.
"A very welcome one, though," he said smiling.
His smile made me feel even hotter. Oh… not a good idea getting this close to him. I looked at his arms and for the first time noticed his veins running through them. He looked like a slim version of a body builder. I guess he noticed me gazing at him because he cleared his throat. I looked up at him and smiled.
"I'm sorry… I was looking at your veins. I love vampires remember."
He chuckled. "Do you go to the gym a lot?"
"No… I have a home gym in my den."
"Oh. You work out every day?"
"No… not as much as I should. I've been slacking off lately."
Damn… what does he look like when he's not slacking off?
"How tall are you by the way?"
"Oh… I'm 6ft6."
"Wow you're like the tallest guy I've ever met."
"It must be something in the water because my friends and cousins are tall too. But I'm still the tallest. How tall are you?"
"I'm a foot shorter."
"You're 5ft6."
"Um hum."
I wondered how we would match up in bed. Would I be able to kiss him while we made love? Why am I even pondering this?
"Hey do you like going to car shows?" I asked.
It was a good question since he had to love cars to become a mechanic.
"Sure."
"I only went to one a few years ago when my family visited Detroit. We take turns picking our yearly vacation. My brother picked Detroit. But I didn't mind. I loved looking at the new cars. My dad actually told me that he would buy me a new car after the show… but I wanted to be independent and chose to buy my own car."
I extended my arm to the engine.
"This is the car you bought?"
"Yeah."
"Well it's good to be independent... It shows character."
I smiled at him.
"Well it looks like it's in good shape... and it should run fine now."
"Hmm?"
"I think I fixed it. Try to start it."
I opened the door and started the car. It started right up and sounded even better than before it broke down.
"Oh my God, thank you."
"You're welcome."
I turned off the engine and got out of the car.
"Wow you do know how to fix almost anything."
"That's what I told ya."
He put his tools away in his tool box and wiped his hand on a dirty cloth.
"Hey you need to wash your hands? You can use my kitchen. I can also get you something to drink." Something to eat, like me.
"Ok… thanks."
We walked inside the house. I heard my heart thudding in my ears. He went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. I opened the refrigerator to see what we had good to offer him.
"We have White Grape Juicy Juice, Pepsi, water, orange juice, and milk."
"Hmm… that Juicy Juice sounds good."
I took out the container and got a glass from the cabinet. I was so nervous my hands were shaking a little. Hopefully he didn't notice. It was scary how he made me feel. I felt like I wanted to spill out my darkest secrets and just cuddle beside him for hours. I wanted to know what it felt like to be in his muscular arms. More than that… I wanted to know what it felt like to belong to him. I took a deep breath and poured the juice. "Here you go," I said. He was drying his hands off with a paper towel.
"Where's your trash?"
"Over there."
I pointed to the far end of the kitchen. He walked over to the trash can and my eyes were fixated on his ass. My panties felt like the ice escapades because they were so slippery. He walked back over to me and took the glass.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Thank you again for healing your patient."
He chuckled. I loved hearing him laugh. It was one of the sexiest things ever. He took a few gulps and I watched his Adam's apple go up and down in amazement. I bit my bottom lip not knowing how to control my facial expressions. I'm just like my mother; I could never play poker. He put the glass down. It was only half empty. Like an idiot I was still biting the bottom of my lip.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Hmm?"
"What's on your mind?"
"Oh nothing… I'm fine."
I was contemplating on how I would get his number. I didn't want him calling the house phone for my parents to answer. I didn't feel like going through the twenty questions.
"Um… can I get your number so I can call you, so we can go riding?"
"Of course, Gorgeous… Can I call you that?"
"Sure," I said nervously.
I gulped as I reached for my phone in my bra. It was a weird place to put it, but I didn't have any pockets. Plus it wasn't going anywhere with my C's. I unlocked my phone and went to new contacts. I wanted to name his contact fine as hell. But I typed Jacob. He recited his number and I typed it in and hit done. I looked up at him and noticed that he was standing closer to me than before. I put my phone back in my bra and his eyes followed. They stayed on my cleavage for a few seconds. He stepped one step closer and was now only an inch from me. He was gazing deeply in my eyes and my breathing deepened. Did he not know what he was doing to me?
"Is it ok for me to kiss you?" he breathed.
A tingly sensation washed over me followed by a flash of heat. My heartbeat pounded in my chest. I started getting dizzy… I was in awe that he wanted to kiss me. My lips parted and I nodded my head yes. I wasn't able to speak at the moment. He leaned down and gently kissed my lips. I swear I felt an electric current when he slid his tongue in my mouth. I softly moaned. His tongue tasted sweet like grape juice. He held me by my waist and pulled me closer to him. I felt like I was going to pass out. He collected the fabric of my dress with his hands until he revealed my panties. I gasped as he grabbed my ass from inside them. His hand was so hot. I let out a moan in his mouth. Jacob leaned down even farther and slid his hand in between my legs. I moaned out loud, "Jacob!" He slid his finger across my clit and my knees buckled. He kept me from falling to the floor. He kissed me again then pulled away from my mouth and gazed in my eyes.
"God I want you so bad," he breathed.
"I want you too."
We rushed up to my bed room with a sense of urgency. With each step I couldn't believe what I was doing. My limbs betrayed me letting him guide me down the hall while he was kissing me. Was I really going to have sex with this guy? This beautiful man… a man that was stealing my heart away as quickly as the most skilled thief? Was I even thinking clearly? I didn't even know his last name. I didn't even know how old he was. I could be jail bait for all I knew. I won't be 18 until two weeks from now. He looked much older than me... like in his mid twenties… But I really didn't care. All I knew was the way he made me feel when I looked into his eyes. My God he has such a strong affect on me.
We reached my bedroom and he lifted my dress so he could touch me. He grabbed my pussy and I gasped in his mouth. Jacob gave me the most passionate kiss I've ever experienced. I felt dizzy and drunk… though I never drank a sip of alcohol in my entire life. I needed him. His musky smell was driving me absolutely crazy. He bent down and bit my neck and I let out a loud moan. "Do you really wanna do this?" he asked in a sultry voice. "I can stop now if you have reservations." I didn't speak. I let my body language do all of the talking for me. I stood on my toes and kissed him back running my fingers through his shinny black hair. I was surprised at the texture of it… it felt like silk. He quickly lifted my dress over my head and laid me down on my bed. He took off his T-shirt and flung it to the floor. I took my cell phone out from my bra and placed it on my nightstand. He leaned over me and started kissing my stomach. Then he gently bit my pussy through my panties. I moaned out loud. I never had anyone down there before. I'd given oral sex to John… but we never got around to him doing me. We only had sex three… well four times. I wish I could take those times back. Jacob slid down my panties and took off his jeans and underwear with the same swoop. Now I was scared. He was large… I mean frickin' huge and long. I guess he's proportional to his size… but damn he was thick. This would probably feel like losing my virginity all over again… maybe even worse?
"My God you're so sexy," he breathed. He laid down on me and started kissing my neck. I felt like I was being controlled by a remote control somewhere. This is not like me at all. But his touch was sending my body in mini convulsions. We were both breathing really heavy… and I knew it would come to the point of no return in a few seconds. My eyes closed as he licked my neck and moaned in my ear. He parted my thighs with his callused hands. His dick was already pressing against my clit. Was he going to get a condom? A little voice in my head spoke. He didn't seem like he was getting up. I certainly didn't have any condoms. I haven't had sex in over a year and wasn't planning on having sex any time soon. I kinda had this grand idea to wait until I was married since I was so messed up from giving my virginity to someone who didn't love me. My mother is the only one I know who actually married the first person she had sex with. I wanted to wait at least until I was close to marriage. I didn't want to have a long track record of lovers. I especially didn't want to have careless sex with someone. Just when I was about to speak, he moaned again and I lost all concentration. I wanted him to fuck me and I accepted that I was being carless… I just wanted him inside me. He slid his head in and I tensed up. The sensation was greater than I expected. There goes my grand idea of celibacy. I held my breath as he pushed deeper inside me. It was a tight fit and it really hurt. I almost screamed out in pain. But I just let the sound escape from my nose.
"Baby, are you a virgin?" he asked nervously.
"No," I breathed.
"Oh… am I hurting you?"
"Um… It's ok." I bit my bottom lip.
"My God you're so tight," he moaned.
"Mmm… Oohh… you're so big," I panted.
Without my brains consent… my hands grabbed his ass and pushed him towards me letting him know that I wanted to continue. What brain function did that? I should be squirming away telling him to stop unless he had a condom. Once his dick slid in even farther… I screamed out; partially in pain and partially because it felt good. He worked his way deeper taking shallow strokes. "Ooh... Ooh… Oohh," I moaned as I felt myself stretch to accommodate his dick. My God, he was so big. One part of me wanted to stop him so I could gather myself together. Another part of me thought that his size was too sexy to give up on. Jacob groaned in my ear as he gently ground his body into me. The wetter I got the easier it was for him to go deeper. He felt so good… one hundred times better than John. He pumped again and went farther… this time hitting my cervix. "Oh shit… Oh my God," he moaned. I couldn't believe that he was inside me… even though he couldn't get his entire dick in me. That would be physically impossible. But it felt so amazing and a tear escaped from my eye. Jacob started to pick up momentum and I started moaning like crazy.
"Oohhh… Mmm… Jacob... Oh my God!"
"Does it feel good?" he moaned.
"Oooh yes…. Yes… more… Fuck me please."
He grabbed my hips and pounded himself in me. It was starting to hurt, but it felt good at the same time. He was ramming my cervix with each thrust. Not a feeling I was used to… but definitely one I welcomed. I continued moaning and gasping for air. He started moving his hips in a circular motion which made me scream into his chest. I knew I was on the verge of coming at any second. My head got dizzy and the room started spinning. I clinched to his body as I felt myself explode.
"Ahhh Ja…cob!" I screamed.
He didn't slow down at all… only got faster. I tried to catch my breath without hyperventilating. He growled as he angled his thrust to the side. I nearly jumped out of my skin from the sensation.
"Shit Ness… I'm gonna come."
"Wait," I breathed. Then I made a deep moan because he was fucking my brains out.
It was kinda too late to discuss birth control at this moment... and my hormones weren't speaking up to have him stop. They kept quiet in their little corner with smiles on their faces enjoying each grunt. Then he stiffened up and I knew what was about to happen. My orgasm was still going strong… and that surprised me. It was just as strong as it was when it first hit me.
"Ahhh…" he groaned as he came inside me. The sensation was overwhelming. It felt like someone was squirting me with a water gun of hot liquid... a powerful water gun. The sensation alone made me moan out his name, "Ooh Jacob... Fuck!" I trembled in his arms as my walls continued to pulsate. I felt his come gush out of me as he continued to pump inside me. It soaked the sheets beneath me. I almost felt like I peed on myself. His come was still squirting inside me… still powerful. Oh my God. He slammed in me deep and I screamed out loud. My God, I never thought that sex could feel this fucking good. Oddly, I didn't feel like a porn star who fucked the mechanic. I felt like a woman who found who she was supposed to be with. Just so happened we had sex on the first day we met. Oh my God… I think I'm in love with this man. This has to be bad.
He held me in his arms as sweat poured off of his body. I was drenched in both of our sweat... and it was the sexiest feeling. I wanted to stay covered in his fluids for hours. Speaking of fluids… my pussy felt like it was drowning in come. Oh God... Why did I do this to myself? I was raised to believe that life started at conception.
Jacob kissed my lips and I moaned… out of breath… with my mind grasping for answers for my behavior. The only one I could come up with is that… I had no control because that's how much his energy controlled me.
"God… that was amazing," he said, out of breath. We rolled on our sides with him still inside me. "Wow," I managed to say. And wow was right… though I needed a bigger word… or a longer statement. Like oh my fucking God you are the best lover I ever had… I want to fuck you every single day and make love on the weekends… I'll cook and clean for you… won't freak when you hang out with your friends, let you play PlayStation at all hours of the night without bitchin'… be supportive as I can of your dreams… take your last name and give you as many kids as you want.
But wow was the only thing my brain could muster at the time.
"Oh my God you're so beautiful," he said. I smiled still in awe of everything.
"Jacob… we just had the most amazing sex I ever had in my life time… and I don't even know your last name."
"Black."
"Hi Jacob Black."
He chuckled.
"I… I really am… well, you see…" I rambled. "I've never done this before… ya know… sleep with someone I just met. I only had sex with one other person, and that was my ex-boyfriend, John, over a year ago. Please… I'm not that type of girl. I just… well you just… something came over me. Something I've never felt before… like I needed to be with you… and not for just sexual reasons."
"I feel the same way. When I first saw you open the door my heart melted. It's like you have some type of hold on me. I don't do this sort of thing either. I never slept with someone I just met… but I feel like… I know you, like you're a part of me."
I felt like I knew him too, but I was starting to wonder just how many women he slept with since he effortlessly had unprotected sex with me. Oh my God… I just slept with every woman he ever slept with. I'm so stupid. Damn you hormones. I gulped.
"Do you mind me asking how many women you slept with since you know how many I slept with?" I said.
"You slept with women before," he said sarcastically smiling.
"No… you know what I mean."
"I know what you mean… and I don't mind you asking. I've had four girlfriends."
"So you slept with four women? Because girlfriends and sexual partners don't have to add up."
"Yes… I've only slept with four women."
"Oh," I said nervously.
He reached over to caress my face. I felt an electric shock as he slid his finger down my jaw line.
"Were you…" I asked… not able to finish my sentence.
"I was safe with the last three. My first time I was young and uneducated about the risk, but I've been safe ever since… and I've been tested."
I sighed out of relief. But I still wasn't out of the woods. I had thousands of tiny sperm racing to my uterus as we spoke.
"Were you safe when you were with your boyfriend?" he asked.
"Yes… it was only three times… the relationship didn't last that long."
"Oh… well I'm glad to hear that… or else I wouldn't have a chance to make you mine."
Oh my God… he wants to try to have a relationship. I felt giddy like I was about to squeal.
"Oh… you want to make me yours?"
"If you would let me," he said as he moved in to kiss my lips.
I felt dizzy again. Could this really turn into a relationship? My God I wanted this so much. I was a blank page right now. He could write my destiny any way he wanted to… because for some reason I did trust him.
"How do I know you're not some crazy Killer?" I asked playfully. I had a gut feeling that he was an honest guy.
"I guess you will have to trust your gut instincts. Plus I'll introduce you to my family and employees."
"Employees?"
"Yes. My father and I own the body shop. Black's Auto Repair."
"Oh that was the "B" I saw on the truck."
During this conversation I forgot that he was still inside me. Well not forgot… it just didn't dawn on me for him to slide out. I automatically contracted my walls when I thought of him inside me. He smiled at me.
"I really don't want to leave your body. It feels like home." I felt my face getting flushed. "Does this make you feel uncomfortable?" he asked.
"Umm... No. But… there's something I have to tell you."
"Please don't tell me you were born a guy," he laughed.
I couldn't help but to giggle.
"No… I'm all female. I have a birth certificate and baby pictures to prove it."
"Whew... thanks. I was thinking about changing teams for a minute just to have you."
"I seriously doubt that."
"Well I'm just glad I don't. Seriously what did you want to tell me? I hope it was that you're falling helplessly in love with me. That would make me so happy to hear… since I swear I'm falling in love with you. "
That stopped me short. What I was about to say was wiped off the chalk board and I was dumbfounded. Did he just say that he thought that he was falling in love with me? I felt his dick getting hard again and looked at him bewildered.
"Really?" I said almost inaudibly.
"Yes… I think I can say that I now believe in love at first sight."
"Wow, Jacob… I know what I feel for you is indescribable. I would feel crazy to say it was love. I mean I do feel something for you… I can't lie about that. It's just that… I don't know…. I have to be careful. I was hurt before."
Understanding washed over his eyes and he squeezed me tighter.
"We'll take it slow… I understand that this is not a normal circumstance. It kinda took us both off guard. But I'm the kinda guy that doesn't mind being tied down."
My eyebrow arched as I imagined him tied to my bedpost.
"I'm sorry, what were you about to tell me?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"You said you had to tell me something… then I threw you off track by asking if you were a dude."
"Oh… umm." My mind was drawing a blank. Then he pulled me closer to him and his shaft pressed against my clit.
"Ohh," I moaned. "I'm never gonna remember if you do that."
"Sorry I think I'm ready for round two."
The reason… my question appeared as clear as day in my head. He slowly pumped inside of me. No don't do this again. Don't render me speechless… or unable to properly make rash decisions. I let out a moan. His dick was completely hard now. I knew I had to stop him now… or I would never get a chance to tell him I wasn't on birth control. It wouldn't help at all if I had a second infantry trying to impregnate me. He took my leg and rested it on his hip and pulled me closer to him. I moaned again… this time breathing even harder.
"This time I'll make love to you," he said in a sexy voice. My mind was drifting again. Him making love to me was what my body ached for. It was like I was in heat and wanted his sperm or something.
"Jacob… please don't."
"You don't want to make love? Is everything alright?"
"No… everything's not alright. I tried to tell you before we did it… but I couldn't get it out. Umm… I… I'm not on anything."
He gazed into my eyes. It didn't look like he was freaking out like I would have expected him to.
"I'm sorry… I tried to stop you but you were making me so dizzy and I wanted you so badly. I lost my train of thought and the next thing I knew… you were inside me… and then it felt so good… I couldn't stop you. I tried to speak up… but all I could do was moan and scream your name. Then when I felt you about to come… I managed to say wait. But I guess you didn't hear me... or thought that I wanted you to hold out longer?"
"Oh."
"I mean…" I took a deep breath. "It wouldn't really be that much of an issue… but I kinda was raised that life starts at conception. I know there's emergency birth control… but my great grandfather was a minister. And I've seen some disturbing videos… I… I..."
"Baby, it's ok. I won't ask you to do that if you don't want to," he said lovingly.
What… he was ok with me not taking anything when what we did could have possibly made a baby? That's kinda crazy. My mind was stunned for a moment trying to make sense of what he just said. Jacob rolled on top of me with his dick still inside me. "Do you wanna postpone round two until I get some condoms?" he softly said.
Why did I have to think about it? Oh… because he was inside of me and his brown eyes were burrowing a hole in my soul… and his cologne was driving me crazy and I wanted him to make love to me now… even with the consequences of getting knocked up.
"Or do you have any?"
"Ahh… no sorry."
"Ok."
I was still a bit stunned. I guess I was scared of the wrong answer coming out. And what would be the wrong answer? All I did was bite my bottom lip and gaze at his full lips, and his nose, then his exotic eyes. My God they were so beautiful. Would it really matter if he came in me again? It wouldn't technically make any difference. His first orgasm was well on its way to find an egg or not. I didn't even know if I was ovulating. I didn't really pay attention to that since I wasn't sexually active for so long.
"Baby… do you want me to stop? It seems like you're thinking really long and hard on this question."
"Oh Jacob... I'm sorry… I'm just a little dazed. You make it hard to make decisions."
"I'm sorry about that," he whispered. Why did he have to say it that way? It sent a chill down my spine and I jerked and arched my back.
"What is it?" he whispered. God, I can't take his whispers. They will be the death of me… or my uterus… one of the other. I started breathing heavier and my walls clamped down on him…. not on purpose… my body just reacted to him that way.
"You don't seem to want me to stop?" he said in a deeper voice. A small moan escaped my lips.
He slowly pushed himself deeper inside me. "Ahhhh," I moaned. I guess the noises I was making weren't helping my situation. I was starting to feel out of control again. It was more powerful than just being horny. I wanted every single essence of him... his mind, body, and soul. He arched his back slowly pulling out of me then slowly went back in. I groaned out loud. The sound probably traveled down the hall way. I was so glad that my parents were not here… and that my nosy brother wasn't around. He did it again; this time pressing on my cervix even harder. I let out a pleasurable scream and gripped his shoulders. I think I may have scratched him, but he didn't flinch.
"Baby I wanna make love to you so bad. Do you want me to keep going?"
"What an unfair question," I moaned.
He stopped moving inside me and gazed in my eyes. My breathing quickened. I swore I saw the next nine months pass by my eyes and saw what our baby would look like if I kept this up. I bit my bottom lip again and nodded my head yes.
"I want you… all of you," I moaned, against my better judgment.
"I just wanna tell you that I also believe that life starts at conception," he whispered.
I let out a weird murmur and my leg started trembling. I guess my body was freaking out that I was deciding to do this. All of this was so crazy. I'm basically agreeing to have this man's child if he gets me pregnant. Jacob's child. My walls contracted at the thought of it like I was having a mild orgasm. I passionately kissed him and gripped his hair. "Damn Baby," he breathed in my ear. "But I'm gonna make you come harder than that." He thrust inside me at a medium speed. I gasped out loud inside his mouth.
"Jacob!... Ohhh… Mmm… Oh shit," I moaned.
He bit my neck and licked my ear. He stayed near my ear and moaned over and over.
"Ahhh Jacob… Oh my God… you feel so good... too good. Ahhh… Oh... Jake what are we doing?"
"Making love and possibly making… a baby," he breathed.
My eyes rolled back in my head. My body actually liked the sound of that. I was completely out of control. I didn't even feel like my weight was on the bed. I felt like I was floating… hovering over the bed like some crazy science fiction movie.
"Would you want… would you want that," I breathed.
"Yes," he hissed.
"Jacob," I moaned.
"Yes Baby."
"I… I think I love you."
Oh my God. I just told him that I think I'm in love with him. Maybe it was a moan of passion. That seems to happen to people when they're getting fucked really well. Well this was more than well. This was a life changing experience. Maybe I am in love with him? Wow… I dare to say that I am. I love him. This is absolutely crazy.
"I will make it my mission for you to know that you love me," he said.
"Oh Jacob," I breathed.
He thrust deeper still keeping a medium pace.
"Oh shit!... Fuck… Awwww," I said as I felt myself reaching my climax.
"I love you Nessie," he groaned.
"I love you too."
"Yeah?"
He started pumping faster. I started screaming louder. I'm so glad our house is secluded or my neighbors would have been ratting me out.
"Baby, do me a favor," he moaned.
"Anything."
If he wanted me to suck his dick or fuck me in the ass… I was down for it. Well maybe not the ass part… he's a big man.
"I want you to moan I love you over and over… and when you come… I want to scream my name."
"Ok," I breathed.
This wasn't an off the wall request. I was happy to moan these things to him. He pounded harder. It was driving me crazy.
"I love you… I love you … I love you," I moaned over and over with each breath. He grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him making me feel him more. I felt like my pussy was being abused… but I liked it. I've never been fucked like this before. There was no room inside me. His girth was probably stretching me, come to think of it. If I wasn't soaking wet… this probably would have been extremely painful. Then it hit me like a truck. I was coming on his dick.
"Jacob!" I screamed as he requested. I probably would have screamed his name regardless. "Jacob… Jacob… Jacob," I continued as the waves were crashing over me. He thrust deeper and harder grunting with each movement. Then I felt his come squirt deep inside me. It gushed out of me soaking my bed even more.
"Ahhhh!" he groaned. "Fuck! Oh my God!"
I was trembling at this point. My thighs… my hands… I was trying my best not to hyperventilate. Then it felt like my entire body was vibrating. My teeth started chattering and I looked up at him. He was panting really hard looking down on me. The way he looked at me almost made me wanna cry. I never saw someone looking at me this way. It made my heart hurt.
"I love you so much," he breathed. "It was destiny that I was here today. Who would have thought that I would have met the most amazing woman? I was actually going to take off today… but I'm glad I didn't; so glad."
My breathing was still heavy and my thoughts were disjointed.
"Jacob…" I breathed.
"Yes Nessie."
"We were very bad today."
"What do you mean by that… I think we were very good today. Excellent I would say," he said obviously being sarcastic.
"You know what I mean. The possible… um… The possibility of you..."
"What… making a baby with the most beautiful woman in the world."
I smiled… but it was a nervous one.
"Yeah," I said faintly.
"Well… there's only one stipulation with that."
What in the world is he talking about? A stipulation? He just… I mean… I agreed… but he didn't make it easy for me. Now he's adding a stipulation. I was afraid to ask but I asked anyway.
"What?" I breathed.
"I'm not into having the whole baby mama drama… you will have to be my wife."
A thrill rushed through my body and I let out a quiet moan.
"Ok," I breathed.
"Yes?"
I nodded my head as he leaned in to kiss me.
"You can change my last name to Black," I moaned.
"I plan to."