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Fourteen: Holy Hell
Seth's POV
Well, the fight did what it was supposed to do. It made Jane laugh, and it also took her mind off of the vampire who had rightfully so freaked her out the night before. Only, right at the end of the night, when Jane was vivaciously happy and thanking me for the most fun she'd had since her parents died, right until I ruined it.
I had blurted how badly I wanted to make her cum, which was true, but I worried that it was too much, too fast.
It was so out of place, not appropriate at all, I knew that, but I couldn't help it. It just slipped out. Jane had made some kind of sexualized comment about how she was going to "thank me later," and my brain just went freaking nuts. Plus, she was hugging me, and her breath was in my ear, hot against my neck, and... wow.
I had no idea where that came from, only I had every idea where that had come from. After, Jane pulled away from me with wide eyes and a pretty dramatic blush. I had no idea what to say; I didn't want to take it back, because it was honest, but I also didn't want to freak her out, which I was sure that I did.
Here I was, trying to convince her that I was nothing like her ex, and then the next second I was talking about her cumming in a room full of people. Get it together, Seth!
It wasn't all my fault though; I had no idea that Jane would be so good with kids, and watching her with Henry and Peter and all the other children did something to me. I had never been one to want for kids, I mean, I always knew one day, but watching Jane; I wanted kids. I wanted kids with her. And then, I watched as Jane completely lost herself in the fight and forgot to be shy or insecure or practiced. She was just Jane, and she fit in so well to my family that I spent the majority of the night just admiring her while she stood, blissfully unaware of her hold on me. And I freaking fell in love with her. I knew it was insane, but I swear I fell in love with Jane Macalister as I watched her cheer like a crazy person during an MMA match.
So really, I wasn't to be held responsible for my words or my actions.
Jane was particularly quiet on the ride home, which worried me until I realized that she had fallen asleep. We didn't have a chance to talk about what I had said because everyone was so busy saying their goodbyes to Jane. I think everyone fell in love with her tonight along with me, which is why they were busy making more plans and dinner arrangements and babysitting opportunities, barely leaving her alone long enough for me to actually bring her to the car.
After we finally pulled away, to everyone waving goodbye on the front porch must I add, Jane giggled about how much fun she had, and then exclaimed that the song on the radio was one of her favorites, so we both quieted down to listen to it. Somewhere in that time she had fallen asleep, her head resting against the side of the car door as her chest rose and fell gently with the gentle rhythm of her breathing.
A little while into our drive, I received a call from my mom. I was happy that Jane was sleeping because she demanded that she meet the incredible, sweet, fun, and kid-friendly Jane that everyone was so enticed with. Figures; I should have known that the entire play-by-play of tonight would take about five minutes to get back to every single person that was related to me.
I promised her that I would see when Jane was available, though my mind was elsewhere.
Tonight had been great, and even though I was worried about what I said at the end, it was nothing like the looming worry in the back of my head that had to do with the incident that occurred last night. A vampire had been inches away from the girl that I loved. A thin sheet of glass that, that monster could have gone through in half a millisecond, separated her from living and dying, and that wasn't sitting well with me.
I was overtaken with a need to protect her, which was exactly what I was thinking as I parked my car in her driveway and pulled her into my arms. I carried her inside, using her house key from her purse to open the door, and then immediately walked her upstairs.
I didn't bother turning on the light because I didn't want to wake her, so I stumbled through the dark until I found her bed, and then placed her on top of it. I was adjusting her underneath the covers as her eyes slowly batted open.
Jane rubbed her eyes, blinking them slowly as her eyes adjusted to her surroundings.
"Hey, Janesie," I whispered to her, kissing her jaw gently. I didn't want to frighten her, so I wanted to quickly alert her that it was me standing overtop of her, taking off her shoes.
"Seth?" She mumbled, rubbing at her eyes.
"You need sleep," I told her gently. "You barely slept last night. You must be exhausted."
Jane sighed. "Are you not going to make good on your promise?" She asked, and her voice was like a weight in the dark, pulling me down, down, down until I was drowning in her. All other sounds stopped. It was just me and her.
I gulped. I had half wondered if Jane was just going to pretend like that never happened; I reminded myself to never underestimate Jane Macalister ever again. "Jane," I began, knowing that I needed to choose my next few words wisely. "I meant what I said," I explained to her. "But that was out of line. I don't want to ever push you. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."
Jane giggled, her beautiful, plush red lips pulling up overtop of her shining white teeth. I frowned; that was not the reaction I was expecting.
"You didn't make me uncomfortable, Seth. It just took me off guard; not in a bad way, though. Honestly, I want to make you cum, too," Jane admitted, a blush forming on her cheeks. My entire being froze over. Holy shit. Hearing Jane say that made my entire body feel like there wasn't blood flow anymore. "But not tonight when I'm so tired I'm going cross-eyed," She finished. "I don't know, I don't want to plan anything, I'd rather just let it happen if it... happens. Does that make sense?"
I opened my mouth, but then quickly realized that I had no idea how to speak. I cleared my throat. "Yes. I agree," I told her, my throat coarse.
"Are you mad?" She asked me, her voice small.
"Jane, are you kidding me?" I couldn't help shock from sinking into my voice. "You've got to stop thinking that I'm going to respond in such terrible, douche-bagy ways, babe. No matter what, I'm not going to freak out and start screaming at you or calling you names or guilting you into anything. You can try to make me. Go ahead, but it's never going to happen."
Jane chuckled. "Is that a challenge? Could I possibly get that in writing?"
"I'll have Embry write something up," I joked with her.
"Mmm, Embry," She smiled. I stopped what I was doing to stare at her. No, I didn't like that. I didn't like that one bit. "I love your friends," Jane told me sweetly. Okay, a little better; still not into her moaning any other man's name than mine, though.
"All of them," Jane continued. "They're wonderful. They're so warm and inviting and... happy. It's so nice to be around that again."
I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "You deserve it, Jane; I could tell that they all loved you. I'm glad you had fun."
"Did you?" Her eyes threatened to close, but she fought it. It was so adorable I fought from reaching out to kiss her eyelids.
"A lot of fun," I admitted. "Though I think all your little admirers were taking up more of your attention than I would have liked."
Jane giggled. "Are you jealous, Seth?"
"That Miles," I shook my head, feigning anger.
"All those kids are ridiculously cute. They could be child models. Seriously."
"I can't believe you got Henry to talk," I sat down on the edge of her bed. "That's amazing Jane," I brushed her cheek with my thumb. Her golden eyes were sparkling underneath the light from the moon. Her dark hair was messy, sprawled out on her pillow. She had never looked so beautiful. "He must have been able to sense how kind you are. You're so good Jane. You're too good. I don't ever want anything bad to happen to you again."
My brain immediately flashed back to last night, and I felt like I was just punched in the gut.
"You hold me on a pedestal," Jane sighed, her eyes closing.
"I should!" I argued. "You're just... brilliant. In more ways than one."
"I'm not used to all these complements," Jane admitted, which really bothered me. I couldn't believe that any guy who had her wouldn't have understood how ridiculously lucky they were. How could they not have lit the world up just to get her to smile?
"How much do you like me?" Jane suddenly leaned up on her elbows.
Was it wrong of me to immediately think sexually? "A lot," I answered, trying to cover up my intrigue.
Jane's lips pulled up into a teasing smile. "Want to let me sleep in your shirt tonight, then?"
It took me a moment to respond. "What shirt?"
"The one on your body," Jane blushed. "Please? It smells good. It smells like you."
I laughed and easily lifted it overtop of my head. "Sure. You don't mind if I sleep shirtless then, do you, Janesie?"
I cringed. I hadn't even meant to flirt with her, it just flowed out of me naturally.
Jane pressed her lips together and then bit the corner of her lip. Jesus. I laid it gently on her stomach and then turned so that she could change, only climbing in after her once I was sure that she was decent.
"You can't sleep in jeans," Jane murmured, resting her head against my chest. I raised my arm and began running my fingers through the top of her hair, brushing my fingertips against her forehead and then leaning down to plant soft kisses along her skin there.
"I don't have any other pants," I told her simply. "It's not a big deal," I sighed. "I've done it before." What I didn't say, was that I had slept in jeans and nothing else outside in the dirt after a long night of being a wolf- probably not the best time to blurt that just yet.
Jane nuzzled in closer to my body. "You can sleep in your boxers," Jane suggested. "I really don't mind, Seth."
I hesitated. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable, Janesie. I promise I'm fine."
"Seth," Jane chuckled. "I'm not uncomfortable at all. I promise. I'm actually pretty sexually attracted to you and very... comfortable with that part of myself. I may be shy, but not in that way, and especially not with you. I didn't not sleep with my ex because I was a prude; I didn't sleep with him because it just didn't feel right. Does that make sense?"
Holy freaking crap.
Had the room started spinning or was that just me? I blinked my eyes quickly together and focused on taking deep breaths. Jane Macalister was going to kill me. I mean, I had sensed that Jane was comfortable with her sexuality in the way that she made out with me at the piano that one night, and then with the way that her hands roamed and she spoke about "cumming" so easily, I just didn't know she was comfortable enough to talk about it.
"Yeah, I noticed," I finally sighed. "You're going to be the death of me, Jane," I moaned, unbuckling my pants and slipping them onto the floor.
Jane chuckled. "So. Tired. Ask me tomorrow and I'll probably say something completely different. If you haven't already figured this out, when I'm tired I just have like, word vomit. I just talk and say so many things that I wouldn't normally admit to. It's a disease. Like the crying. Same thing happens when I drink. I'm very sorry."
I rolled my eyes. There she went with the unnecessary apologies again. "Quiet. You're perfect. All that means is that I'll have to get you tired more often."
"Or drunk," Jane chuckled.
"See, but then I'd have to feel bad," I kissed her forehead. "I'd feel like I was taking advantage of you. No one ever got in trouble for talking to someone who was too tired."
"Shoot. You're right. See, word vomit. I'm giving away all my secrets."
I squeezed her shoulder. "Isn't that the point, Jane?"
Jane sighed. "Maybe, Seth. Honestly, I'm still not sure what the point is to any of it. When I was little I thought that I knew the point, but then my parents died, and it got a little blurry. But, like I said, ask me tomorrow."
"Alright, Jane," I whispered gently to her. This poor girl had been through so much pain. I hated that she had been so alone through it. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight Seth," She murmured sweetly, right before I turned over to let her cuddle into my back and be the big spoon.
Jane's POV
I awoke the next morning ahead of Seth, and spent the good, pathetic parts of ten minutes just staring at him and running my fingers through his soft, sexy hair. My cheeks were red from what was said last night. Sure I had been telling the truth about being super sexually attracted to him and comfortable with my sexuality, but would I have admitted that if my brain wasn't shutting off and sleep was practically shouting my name?
Heck no!
I had so many weird tendencies: crying whenever I felt any emotions at all, word vomit when I got tired, and severe bravery whenever alcohol was involved. I had more issues than a shrink's kid.
I decided that after everything that Seth had done for me since I met him, he was long overdue a breakfast, and so I forced myself to get up so that I could get on that. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and then brushed through my hair. I wanted Seth to think that I was naturally sexy when I woke up, even though he had already seen me in the mornings and it looked nothing like that at all, which was why I decided to add a few loose curls to my ridiculously unruly hair. I added a little bit of concealer to cover my dark circles that had formed after too many nights of not enough sleep and then added some blush for a natural flush to my cheeks.
I decided to stay in Seth's shirt, because it fell down to my knees and was kind of sexy. I hoped I was channeling a Victoria's Secret Model, and not a little girl wearing an oversized shirt with messy hair. I guess Seth would only ever know the truth.
After a while of cooking, the smell of baking was poignant through the air, filling the house and I hoped making its way upstairs. I was busy working on the bacon on the stove when I suddenly felt a set of warm hands wrap around my back.
I jumped, turning quickly.
Seth's warm, sexy eyes connected with mine, his lips pulling up into a small, sleep-filled grin. He was still shirtless, which could have literally made me drool- thank God I had slightly more self-preservation than that.
"Good morning" I whispered, finally getting ahold of myself enough to wrap my arms around his neck. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mm, never better," Seth kissed my cheek. "The smell woke me up. It smells amazing in here, Janesie. Wow."
I chuckled. "I used to always love waking up on the weekends to the smell of breakfast wafting up to my room," I admitted. "I hoped it would wake you up."
"It did," He squeezed the backs of my arms. "What are you making?"
"Pumpkin pancakes," I told him, immediately holding up my spatula to stop him from any complaints. "They're delicious and you will love them so withhold your judgement! This is an old family recipe."
Seth held up his hands. "No judgement," He laughed. "I like anything you make. Must be a Jane trait, anything Jane-related looks, smells, and tastes amazing."
Was that meant as sexually as I had taken it? I had no idea. Though my cheeks gave away how I was feeling about it, Seth remained tight-lipped, kissing me quickly and then walking over to the fridge.
Seth poured both of us a cup of water and then lifted my coffee mug out of my hands.
I gasped. "No, no, no," I pouted like a toddler.
"It's bad for you, Janesie," He spoke. "Drink your water."
"But-but, coffee," I frowned, my arms yearning out for the smooth, caffeinated deliciousness.
"You're an addict," He laughed. "I'm helping you. You don't have to stop, just... cut back. I noticed you drank four cups yesterday."
"That was a test day!" I argued.
"Excuses, Janesie," Seth flashed me a drop-dead gorgeous smile. "If you're interested, I could definitely think of other ways to wake you up."
My eyes widened. Red, hot, scorching heat seared through my body, making its way down my thighs and causing my muscles to tighten there. Jesus Christ. It was like the flood gates of sexual comments had opened up ever since last night when Seth had let slip how badly he had wanted to make me cum.
It was so unexpected. I was used to Seth being sweet and caring and considerate, but this new, mischievous and sexual side of him was seriously enticing. It only added to his charm, and it made me want him in ways that I had never wanted a man before.
"Seth," I laughed to hide the effect that his words had on me. "Control yourself."
"Sorry," He grinned at me, a slight glint in his eyes. "What can I say? I have Jane-related word vomit. Like you have when you're tired or when you drink too much, only, mine is any time you look hot, which is all the time."
I blushed furiously. "Are you just going to flirt with me all morning?"
He shrugged. "Probably. Why? Does it bother you?"
"I didn't say that," I bit the corner of my lip. "I actually really appreciate all of the complements," I told him honestly. "I like that you're totally honest with me. It makes me feel like I can trust you."
"Well in that case," Seth let out a long breath. "In the interest of full disclosure, I just want you to know that I meant exactly what I said last night. The really inappropriate thing I said to you after the fight, if you're wondering what specifically I'm referring to. Also, I'm thinking about that. Right now. As I'm looking at you."
"Seth Clearwater," I chuckled, my nerves coming alive under his gaze. "You are shameless."
"Only for you, Janeise," He winked at me, which I thought was better because if he had come closer there was no telling what I would have done to him.
"You look good in my shirt," He continued.
"If you want to actually get to breakfast you might want to tone down the flirting, buddy" I attempted to take a deep breath.
"Why?" Seth chuckled. "You getting riled up, Janesie?"
I accidentally let what was half of a moan and a whimper slip out of the back of my throat. I nervously looked towards Seth, whose body seemed to have froze. I could tell from the tenseness of his jaw that he had heard, and I could also tell from the way that he gulped loudly that it had affected him.
"This is much different table talk than I was used to having when my mom used to make breakfast," I said, my voice shaky, as I attempted to steer the conversation back into a much less sexual direction.
"Oh yeah?" Seth cleared his throat. "That's reassuring. Tell me, what other kind of traditions did you have?"
"Oh, you know," I smiled to myself as I turned my attention back to mixing the batter, much less on edge now that Seth wasn't referring to me cumming anymore. "Me, drinking three cups of coffee, complaining about curfew, my parents dragging me to church, them forcing me to stop playing piano long enough to actually have a conversation with them. Just your typical, teenage problems."
Seth laughed easily. "Did they really have to monitor your piano playing? Wow. In that case, I was a terrible, terrible kid."
I rolled my eyes. "I told you I was a loner! I used to play so much my fingers would bleed. My mom would get so annoyed because she would have to clean the keys again and they had already started rusting. We picked up the piano at an estate sale a while back; my dad used to say that one day it was going to give out and just crumble to the floor, especially when Batehoven got involved."
"Should I be offended that you've never played Batehoven for me?" Seth crossed his arms.
"I'm pretty sure that's what I was playing when you spied on me," I told him pointedly.
"Exactly! I had to sneak my way in here to see you play. You probably wouldn't have offered if I hadn't walked in on you."
"You're right. I probably wouldn't have," I chuckled, pouring two pancakes onto the pan on the stove.
"Why not?" He pushed, taking a sip of his water. Seth's eyes were watching me closely, not scrutiny in his expression, but idle curiosity in full.
I bit the corner of my lip. "Because it's embarrassing," I finally admitted. "It's very... intense. I only ever played with my parents around. Actually, it used to be a big issue. I hated playing in front of people. When auditions started for schools and academies I used to run off the stage because of a really bad case of stage freight. Thankfully with Julliard it was a video submission, and then I performed for a few admissions directors in person in a small studio. I think the stages are what does it to me," I shuddered at the thought. "I have no idea how people like Lena get up on a stage and have an entire building of people stare at them. That would be my worst nightmare."
"Julliard?" Seth's eyes were suddenly wide.
I cringed. Shit. I was so comfortable with Seth. I forgot to filter myself when I was around him, and things were beginning to slip.
I brushed off his question. "Do you want me to teach you?" I offered him.
Seth raised his eyebrows. "Sure," He smiled. "But just so you know, I took note of that deflection."
I giggled nervously. "I was hoping you hadn't caught that," I admitted, pressing my lips together and shifting my eyes to the floor. That particular secret was something that I wasn't ready to tell him yet.
Seth came over and wrapped his arms around my neck, squeezing my shoulders. "You can show me some pointers after breakfast. I'll get that secret out of you later, maybe when you're much less composed... or clothed."
"Seth!" I turned and attempted to swat at his butt with my spatula, but he was too quick for me. Seth squealed like a little boy and then jumped around the room away from me, mischief in his eyes. I suppressed a blush and shook my head.
"Since when did you get so inappropriate?" I asked him with a laugh.
"Since you demanded honesty, Janesie! Plus, you're so damn hot! Why are you wondering? You don't like it?"
"I kinda like it," I giggled and then placed the spatula on the counter, hopping over to him and then flinging myself into his arms. Seth caught me easily, and then I wrapped my legs around his torso, kissing him quickly.
"Can you tell I used your toothbrush this morning?" He smiled at me crookedly.
"Seth!" I laughed and reached for his cheeks. "That's so gross. You're right. You are super weird! I think I love it."
"You love me, Janesie?" His face lit up.
"Seth!" I covered his mouth with my hand. "I never said that!"
He peeled my hands away, kissing them easily. "I think your pancakes are burning," He told me simply.
"Crap!" I jumped out of his arms and then over to two burning pancakes. I sighed as I sadly had to ditch them and then start fresh.
"Do you ever cuss, Janesie?" Seth asked, sitting down at the island once again.
"I don't like to," I told him honestly, turning towards him and leaning against the counter. "It makes me feel kinda... dirty."
Seth raised an eyebrow.
"Would you stop it!" I finally exclaimed. "I can't even say anything! You take everything I say sexually."
Seth laughed. "I'm sorry," He told me honestly, standing up. "I'll try. I promise." I narrowed my eyes at him, somehow not believing that for a second. For some reason, I just knew that once Seth and I crossed that line, there was no going back.
Seth grabbed the spatula from out of my hand. "I'll finish. Could you play something for me, please?" His lips pulled up into a quite adorable, hopeful smile.
I sighed and leaned into him. "Maybe. Can I have a hug first?" I cuddled into his side.
"Awe, Janesie," Seth wrapped me up tightly against my chest. He kissed my forehead and then sighed. "I must be a terrible boyfriend if you have to ask for those."
I smiled against his chest. Seth was the farthest thing from a terrible boyfriend, but him worrying so much about whether I was comfortable or not was exactly why. Honestly, Seth was probably the best boyfriend in the world; I couldn't have imagined a better one. He was sweet and caring, but on the other hand he was witty and mischievous. I was beginning to see that he was just as sexual as I could be, and it made my veins heat up in desire for him. Plus, he was hot as hell. Really, it annoyed me how hot he was because he definitely was going to get hit on way more than I liked. Hopefully my jealous streak would be something that was kept a secret forever.
"What do you want me to play for you," I asked against his chest.
He twisted my hair behind my neck. "Whatever you want. I know I've been taking your attention away from playing."
"Honestly," I lifted my chin to talk to him. "You're the only person that's ever made me want to hangout with you instead of playing; I usually have to force myself away from it."
Seth smiled and squeezed my cheeks in his hands, kissing me gently. "Can I take you on a date tonight?"
I couldn't hide a wide, face-overtaking grin. "Yes, please. I have class at one and then I work until six, but I'm all yours after."
Ugh Jane," He murmured as he pressed his lips to my mouth. "Don't say things like that unless you're willing to back it up."
My breath idled in the back of my throat, but once he kissed me again, I completely melted into him, both of us getting so lost in each other that we burn the next two pancakes. It would be a miracle if got to eat pancakes at all this morning.
Later that night, right after work, I made a quick stop at Lena Lahote's. Seth insisted on taking me somewhere fancy tonight, even though I told him adamantly that he could have taken me to In-and-Out Burger and I would have had just as great as a time. Long story short, I had no idea what the heck I was going to wear; I thought that Lena could help.
"How about something super sexy?" Lena suggested, having just pulled me into her closet.
"Maybe a little," I blushed, I would never admit it, but that was one of the reasons that I had asked for Lena's help in the first place. I definitely was pretty, but I worried that I was more cute than anything. I had curves, but I did not wear them anywhere near gracefully as my voluptuous, blonde friend.
"How sexy are we talking?" Lena shot me a look that could only mean one thing. Girl talk. I told myself to take a deep breath. I wasn't one for sharing relationship news, but then again, I had never really had a girl best friend before.
"Just a tease," I giggled, placing my hair behind my ear. Lena sighed, her expression dropping. That made me think about it for a moment, quickly coming to another conclusion.
"Or a slap you in the face with pure sex appeal kind of look?" I shrugged.
Lena's eyes lit up excitedly. "Seriously?"
I giggled as blood rushed to my cheeks. "Yes. Do you think Seth would... like that?"
Lena's mouth dropped. "Jane, do you understand men at all?"
"Yes," I widened my eyes and nodded my head slowly. "Only, I feel like Seth is different than any guy I've ever met before. I honestly think of him as a living, breathing contradiction to anything I've ever thought."
"He doesn't look at you like a contradiction," Lena laughed. "I caught him more than one time staring at your butt."
I blushed. "Really?" I bit the corner of my lip, trying to remember what I wore to Emily's last night, and realizing that it had been my favorite pair of tight jeans. I felt a little more powerful after that comment.
"Yes. And why wouldn't he? You're hot Jane! Accept it!"
"Okay," I chuckled. "I'll try my best."
"You know you are," Lena narrowed her eyes at me. "I can tell."
I bit the corner of my lip. Sure I knew I was very pretty, and I was pretty confident with my bedroom skills, but for some reason, I wasn't as confident as I usually was around Seth. He made me self-conscious, because he was so perfect. Tall and handsome and sexy all at the same time.
"Fine," I chuckled. "In-your-face sexy it is!"
"On it," Lena snapped her fingers. "You'd look good in a purple."
"Purple?" I scrunched my nose.
"Just listen to me and go sit down," She waved her hand dismissively.
I chuckled. "Whatever you say." I exited her closet to go take a seat on her bed, admiring her room. Lena's room was simple, but it had remnants of life in it that were hard to miss. She had pictures of her and Embry sporadically placed throughout the room, and a bunch of dance clothes and shoes everywhere. There was a pile of trophies in the corner of the room, thrown there almost as if she was throwing them in a trash pile. There was a simple desk with a laptop on it, and her bed wasn't made. Other than that, that was about it.
"I like your room," I told her after a moment.
Lena chuckled. "Liar. I'm barely in it, it's so bare."
I smiled to myself, thinking of what a contrast that was to my own room, which was filled with books and paintings and compositions and life. I guess when you prefer to spend time alone your room kind of becomes your safe haven.
"So," Lena began, her voice muffled just a little bit by the clothes. "What is it you like about Seth?"
I was slightly taken aback by her question, which was why I had to think about it for a moment. I blushed a little bit before answering; I really wasn't good at girl talk, mostly because I had never had a girlfriend before.
"I don't know," I answered honestly, hugging a pillow to my chest. "I've never felt this way about anyone. Physically or emotionally. He's just so... kind. And I'm not used to also wanting to jump guys who I think are nice. Usually it's one or the other."
Lena laughed wildly, and I suddenly realized that I had, had a moment of word vomit again. I bit the corner of my lip; I wasn't tired nor was I drunk, so I really had no excuse. I pushed back a scary truth; perhaps Seth was the reason for it. If that was so I was so, totally, screwed.
"Seth's the nicest guy I've ever met," Lena nodded her head once, pulling out a dress before shaking her head and placing it back, continuing to look through.
"How long have you known him?" I pushed.
"Since birth," She smiled at me. "I hate to break it to you, but I don't think I've ever seen him be mean to anyone before, not even once. He's just that nice. Personally, I think that would bore me a little. I think fighting turns me on a little bit too much."
I covered my mouth to keep from laughing too hard. "Yes," I giggled once I controlled myself. "Seth mentioned something about that. Although, Seth and I don't fight, and I really don't think there's a lack of passion in our relationship at all."
"Oh yeah?" Lena suddenly popped out of the closet with a dress in her hands. "And how would you know, Jane?"
I blushed furiously. "Intuition?" I tried.
"Nice try," She rolled her eyes in the most dramatic way I had ever seen. It fitted her to a tee. "You you, you know, done it yet?"
I gasped. "Lena!" I could feel my cheeks heating up.
"I'm just curious!" She pushed. "And don't be embarrassed. It took me and Embry the longest. Time. In. The. World. Seriously. It was cruel and unusual punishment."
I chuckled. "No, we haven't. But I don't think it will take us that long," I said without thinking.
"I knew it!" Lena's eyes suddenly sparkled as if she won the lottery. "I could tell! You're thinking about it."
"How would you even know that?" I bit the corner of my lip.
Lena laughed easily. This girl was seriously, so pretty. Wow. "Because I had that same look when I was ready, too. It's something that happens to your face every time you think about him, and plus, the blushing is a good tell. My mom's a blusher, and I've learned to read your kind over the years."
I sighed, finally admitting to myself that she saw right through me and I should just fess up and quit playing dumb. "Last night he said something super suggestive," I admitted. "Since then I think we've both just kind of been testing the waters, trying to see if it meant anything."
"Well did it?" Lena questions.
"Of course it did," I mumbled. "But teasing is just teasing."
"Until it's not anymore," She smiled wickedly at me.
"Until it's not anymore," I agreed with a sigh. "I've never slept with anyone before, though, so I could be totally off."
"I doubt you're off," Lena told me. "I had never been with anyone before Embry either, and I could easily tell when he was turned on. Don't question yourself."
"I'm not questioning myself, per-say," I sighed. "I just realize that I'm a hopeless romantic, and Seth is completely sweeping me off of my feet. I don't want to be blinded by it."
"Oh no," Lena's face slipped into a slightly disgusted sort of expression. "You're one of those."
I chuckled. "Hate to break it to you."
Lena giggled. "That's okay. I used to repel romance. Embry did a number on me though."
"That's cute," I chuckled.
"No. What's cute is that you're sweet just like a princess and want your prince charming. You're such a catch, Jane!"
I blushed. "I'm going to need to hangout with you more often! You just keep boosting my ego!"
Lena smiled. "Here," She held out a deep purple, almost black dress. It was velvet, with black lace around the bust that was set in a deep v. I was obviously skeptical at first, but Lena insisted that I try it on, pushing me into the closet to slip into it.
A few minutes later, I emerged, staring down at myself with curiosity. There wasn't a mirror in the closet, and I couldn't tell just from looking down what it looked like.
"Alright," I blew the hair out of my eyes. "I can't tell if this looks ridiculous or-,"
I froze.
Sitting on the bed was not only Lena, but now Scarlett, her mother, and Embry, her boyfriend.
I gasped and attempted to cover my chest. "Jesus!" I exclaimed, a nervous giggle slipping from my lips. "When did you guys get here?"
"About ten seconds ago," Lena answered for them.
"We want to see what you pick out to wear tonight!" Scarlett smiled naturally and pulled her legs underneath of her body. Wow, Scarlett was literally an older version of Lena, and she was beautiful. If I was Embry I would be so ecstatic that Lena was going to age so beautifully.
"It's a little low cut," I mumbled.
"It is not," Lena rolled her eyes.
Scarlett cocked her head and examined me. "I really don't think it is, and that's coming from mom eyes."
My face warmed. It had been a while since I had been around a mother who was as warm as my own, and Scarlett definitely fit the bill.
"But that plus the slit? Isn't it too much?"
"Not at all," Lena sighed.
"I like it," Embry grinned at me. "And I know Seth'll like it too, that's for sure."
"Do you like the color?" I pushed for more. This was so outside of my comfort zone I needed more information, momentarily forgetting that I was asking Lena's huge, manly boyfriend for fashion advice.
"Woah," He held up his hands. "I go as far as being able to tell you if I think something looks flattering or not. That's it. Anything beyond that is over my head and above my pay grade."
Lena rolled her eyes. "What he's trying to say is that you look hot!"
"Super hot!" Scarlett agreed, bouncing on the bed.
"Jeeze," I chuckled. "Thanks guys. Do you have a mirror?"
"Yeah." Lena pointed in the corner of her room where a full-sized mirror was hiding in the corner. I went over to it just to assure myself that this was ridiculous when I momentarily froze once I came into view. The dress was sexy, skimpy too, but in a sexy, mature way that didn't make me look like I was trying too hard. The lace top dipped low, showing the curves of my breasts. Though I had nothing on Lena and her mother as far as the cleavage department was concerned, I definitely had nice, perky boobs. They were a mid-sized C on a good day, and they filled out the top of the dress perfectly. The high slit with that same decorative lace trim hitched up my thigh, giving a sexy tease, showing off my legs. And... I had to admit that Lena was right. The rich purple was perfect for my coloring.
"Sold yet?" Lena asked from the bed.
I turned with a smile. "Sold," I clasped my hands together.
"Yay!" Scarlett clapped.
"Just so we're clear, I'll have Embry write up the paperwork just to be sure; even though I'm giving you this dress, I am in no way responsible for anyone losing their virginity tonight."
I gasped, my entire body lighting up with fire. "Lena!" I gasped, nervously looking between Scarlett and Embry, though they merely rolled their eyes like they heard this kind of thing all the time.
"Subtle, Lennie," Embry nudged her shoulder.
"Lennie," I giggled. "That's terrible." I quickly clasped my mouth back shut. Crap! I hadn't meant to actually say that. This was exactly why I couldn't have girlfriends; I always accidentally said something super not cool or offensive and then whela, I was the loner weird girl with an attitude problem.
Only, they all laughed. Seth's friends were so weird.
"I almost killed him when he gave her that nickname," Scarlett admitted.
"I thought Lena was a weird name at the time!" Embry defended.
Lena dropped her mouth at him, her eyes immediately narrowing.
"Now, of course, I think it's beautiful," Embry grinned at her.
Lena fought a smile.
"Hey!" I suddenly heard called from the hallway. "Where is every-," Paul, Lena's dad, stepped inside of her bedroom. He quickly noticed me, and then his eyes warmed, crinkling at the corners like all good dad's eyes did.
"Ow ow!" He let out. "You look awesome, Janesie!"
I gasped and rushed back into the closet to slip back into my regular, much less revealing clothes. "Jesus Christ," I mumbled to myself, fanning myself off once I was protected yet again.
"You're such a creepy dad," I heard Lena tease behind the closed door.
"No way!" I heard him reply. "We're cool! Right Scar?"
"The coolest!" Scarlett exclaimed, followed by a fit of laughter.
I stopped with my shirt mid-way onto my body and slowly lowered my arms. I didn't even realize I was tilting back until my back hit the wall. I closed my eyes, and I breathed in the sounds of a happy family again. It had been so long since I'd heard it. Here, in this closet, I pretended it was me, and that I still had a family.
Seth's POV
I had been working on some homework when I got a text from Lena. I wasn't sure that Lena Lahote had ever texted me, other than to make fun of me for something a few times, so I immediately picked it up, curious.
You're gunna die tonight.
I gulped before quickly typing back a response. What?
Lena's response was almost instantaneous. Hint: She's a hopeless romantic. Flowers, chocolates. The whole nine yards. Have fun ;)
I widened my eyes at the message, suddenly realizing what she was referring to, or rather, who she was referring to. I had no idea that Jane had even let her know about our date tonight, but now it seemed like Lena knew something that I didn't.
Instead of panicking, I made a mental note, and I stood up. Homework could wait, hopeless romantic gestures, those were the here and the now.
When I arrived to pick Jane up at her house later, I was keenly aware of the fact that her shadow was illuminating throughout the top window of her room. Due to Jane's work schedule, it was already dark outside, and I could make out her perfect, saliva-inducing shadow from the driveway. She must have been standing in the mirror, because I watched as her hands slowly slid down her thighs. She turned to the side then, giving me a perfect view of her round ass. I groaned deep in the back of my throat. I felt like a pervert; she had no idea she was giving me this show, and it was all it took for me to break my eyes away.
In fact, I think that the only reason I did look away was the promise of actually getting to see her in person once I rung the doorbell.
"Come in!" I heard her soft, singsong voice call down from upstairs. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
"I'll just be a second!" She called down once more.
"Take your time," I called back up, but I didn't have to yell for my voice to travel.
It was crazy, but I found myself checking my appearance in the small foyer mirror, suddenly self-conscous. If Jane looked as good as I knew she was going to, what chance did I have at measuring up? I felt like a teenager again, all butterflies all the time. I was sexually on edge like when I hit puberty, but with a fierce love and protectiveness for the woman that I called mine. It was overwhelming.
"I'm here!" I finally heard her bounce down the steps, her voice breathless. I turned quickly, and immediately my stomach pummeled, hitting the floor.
Jane looked fucking incredible.
"Sorry," She blew the hair out of her eyes, obviously oblivious to just about everything, her sexiness one of them. "I didn't mean to make you wait."
I tried to swallow but it didn't work out too well. Jane was in the sexiest dress I had ever seen, but it wasn't the dress that made my eyes widen and pulse pick up. Jane filled the dress out exquisitely. The beautiful curve of her breasts filled out the bust, and the slit gave me a glimpse at how smooth, shiny and toned her legs were. She had on a little more makeup than usual, and though she didn't need it, whatever she had done with her lips made me want to suck on them so intensely I had to hold myself back. Her eyes were rimmed in black, which was so different than I had ever seen her before. It made her look dangerous, even sexier than she naturally was. Jane's beautiful, curly hair was tamed into sexy, big waves that made her look like a movie star.
"Holy hell, Jane," I thought. Only once her eyes widened and she blushed did I realize that I said that out loud.
Jane bit the corner of her lip nervously. "Is it too much?" She looked down at herself self-consciously.
"Are you- wh- What? No. No! Do not take that off. Ever," I stumbled to figure out a way to explain to her how much I was mesmerized with her right now.
Her hips. Her ass. Her breasts. Her flat stomach and shiny legs and porcelain face and bright eyes and plush, sexy lips.
Oh God.
"I," I took a deep breath. "You can't flirt with me tonight," I suddenly blurted.
Jane's expression fell. "Why not?"
"Because if you do we'll never make it to the restaurant," I told her honestly.
Suddenly, her lips pulled up into a shy grin. "Well then I'll just have to wait until we're there to start!"
"Jane," I moaned deep in the back of my throat. "You look incredible. Are you sure you're dating me?"
Jane giggled sheepishly. "You don't look too bad yourself," She pressed her hair behind her ear. "You look very handsome, Seth. Sexy, too."
I cleared my throat. Jesus, Jane, I thought, now was not the time to call me sexy.
"Are those for me?" Jane asked, her voice high and hopeful. I followed her gaze to the flowers in my hands and breathed a breath of relief. Finally, something to take my mind off of taking that skimpy, little dress off of her tight, flawless body.
"Yes," I held them out of her to take.
Jane took the flowers, and I immediately noticed her expression soften. "Awe, thank you Seth," Jane blushed. "You didn't have to do this."
"Of course I did," I told her gently.
Jane hugged them to her chest. "They're beautiful."
"Well then they match. Perfect."
Jane bit the center of her lip and smiled widely. "I'm going to go put these in water," She gushed. "I'll be right back."
When she returned her expression was nervous. "Ugh, I wasn't sure how fancy you meant. Flip flops or heels?"
I nearly dropped to the ground right then and there. Jane in this dress plus heels. What was this woman trying to do to me? It was only made more intense considering the fact that she seemed to have no idea what she was doing at all.
"Heels." My mouth was dry.
"Okay," Jane blushed. "I borrowed the dress from Lena, but the shoes are mine. I've never been the kind of girl that was super obsessed with shoes, but I'm not immune to the pull of a hot pair every once in a while. They're simple, but I like them. Every girl has to have a perfect pair of black heels. Not too high that you can't walk in them all night but sexy enough to work for any occasion."
I raised my eyebrows at her rant, and she cringed as she bit the corner of her lip. "Crap," She sighed. "I did it again."
I laughed and held my arm out for her. Jane limped over with only one shoe on and fell into my arms. I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and brushed the hair out of her face. Jesus, I was so sexually attracted to this girl. I kept my hips a small distance away to make sure that she wasn't sure how much.
"You look incredible, Jane," I told her earnestly.
Jane blushed. "Thanks, Seth."
I shook my head. I couldn't help myself. "Wow."
Jane giggled. "Stop it," She whispered.
"I'm so lucky," I shook my head, not able to help my eyes from taking all of her in. "Jesus," I mumbled to myself, finally reaching for her face "I'm so lucky," I repeated to her eyes this time.
Jane's expression settled, her eyes more serious now, searching.
I brushed the hair out of her eyes and leaned in.
"Seth," Jane breathed, pulling back slightly.
I pulled away, worried that I was being too intense for her. Worried that I wasn't being respectful. Worried that in any way I upset or harmed this vision of perfection that was somehow mine.
"I'm not hungry anymore," Her eyes blinked up to meet mine, her expression innocent and trusting. I couldn't look away. She reached for the hooks of my pants and then slowly pulled me towards her, biting the bottom of her lip.
Holy hell.
"I want you so bad," She just barely breathed.
Oh my God.
How could I say no?
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