A/N: yes, this is a real chapter. No one adopted this story, so fine.. I'll do it myself lol. If there are errors I'm sorry. I had to give this story some kind of closure. If anyone would like to adopt my other two fics, please let me know.

The ride back to the house was entirely silent. Neither one of them made eye contact or said a word but the tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife.

Finally they came in to view of the house, and Clary snapped back into reality. As soon as Jace put the truck in park, Clary jumped out of the vehicle and ran into the house.

She immediately went to her room and shut the door behind her sliding down against it until she hit the floor.

With hands running through her hair and tears in her eyes she thought about what had just happened and about what it meant. How long had he felt this way? How did he feel? She didn't understand how she could have missed the signs if he did feel the same way she did.

The more she thought about it, maybe she had missed the signs. He was beyond overprotective, and she knew he was a dom from conversations she's overheard between his lottle fan club of 'Mamas.' She knew he would be angry if she told him that she had slept with someone.

Even if she told him that she had kissed a boy it would have infuriated him and she knew that. It wasn't the same as it was with her father or any of the other guys in the group that had always been there for her.

Alec had been around for almost as long as Jace had and he was almost as close to their family as Jace was, but her relationship with him was nothing like her relationship with him was nothing like her relationship with Jace especially not in the past few years.

Maybe he did want her the same way that she wanted him, but what about Kaelie and all the other girls he had hooked up with.. and whoever his "girl troubles" had been about.

Clary's head was swimming, and she couldn't tell whether it was the weed the alcohol or the events that had happened a few moments before. She couldn't believe that he had kissed her, touched her.

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Jace sat in the car fuming. He couldn't believe what a fucking idiot he was. The kiss played over and over in his head. Her reaction…

He wanted her to be his and only his. He was jealous, insanely so. She stared up at him with tear-filled, emerald eyes. Without thinking, he leaned down, pulling her face to his, and smashed their lips together.

Clary gasped and he breathed it in like a man drowning just breaching the water's surface. She tasted like Captain Morgan and weed, but underneath that was the sweet taste of her, his Clary. Her lips moved against his and his tongue traced her bottom lip seeking permission to enter. She wanted her lips for him and moaned as their touches battled for dominance.

That moan went straight to Jace's cock and he was completely lost in her. He was fucking blissful. She was better than heroine. His arm snaked behind her and he cupped her firm ass as he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

He sat in the middle of the truck's cab, Clary on his lap, and pulled away from her leaning back enough to look into her bright green eyes. Her face was flushed and her eyes sparkled like emerald.

Then he noticed that they were bloodshot. She was high.. and drunk.. and 16.. and his best friend's daughter. Immediately he sobered and pushed her away. He sat her in the seat next to him, got back in the driver's seat and cranked the truck without saying a word.

He briefly glanced at Clary, just long enough to note the tears in her eyes, and a wave of guilt hit him. He didn't look at her again as he pulled back into the road and drove home.

Now he sat in the driveway contemplating how to fix the absolute mess he'd made. He took advantage of a drunk and high 16 year old girl that loved and trusted him. It didn't matter that she'd had sex before, she was still his innocent Clary. He had to talk to her, to make this right, before Luke got home and definitely before tonight's party.

Clary's head was still reeling when she heard the front door open and shut. She rushed to her connected bathroom and washed the smudged makeup off her face. She ran some water through her hair and removed her clothes that likely reeked of weed. She placed them in a bag and stuffed them in her hamper, reapplied deodorant, put on her fresh clean floral lotion, and sprayed her favorite perfume. Just as she re-entered her room and made her way to her dresser there was a knock on her door.

"Baby girl, it's me," she heard her angel's gruff voice, "can we please talk for a minute?"

She didn't respond just yet, standing in only her lacy thong, as she searched her dresser for something to put on. She quickly settled on soft cotton short shorts and her favorite one of Jace's t shirts to wear. She had stolen many over the years and would only give them back long enough to regain his scent. She breathed it in as she slid it over her head, and blushed as she though of his kiss and the way his hands had roamed her waist and cupped her butt.

"Clary, honey, I'm so sorry if I scared you," Jace said through the door. Scared her? Clary was so confused.

"I would never pressure you to – I shouldn't have – I mean I just got - I would never hurt you, Clary. You have to kn-" Jace fumbled over himself, but his words were cut off as Clary finally opened the door.

Jace's breath left him as he saw his beautiful girl looking up at him with wide eyes. She was wearing one of his shirts, it was so large on her it touched her knees, and she had pulled her hair up into a high messy pony. Her fiery curls cascaded down around her heart shaped face. As he stared into her eyes, he realized her lips were moving.

"What?" he said trying to focus and remember why he had come to speak with her in the first place. He was such a fucking pervert he couldn't focus for a damn conversation.

"I said you didn't scare me," Clary said firmly.

Jace looked down at her determined eyes confused, "But you looked like you were about to cry.. and then you ran in the house. Plus, you wouldn't open your door for a minute when-"

She cut him off again, "I was changing, dumbass."

She looked so cute when she was like this, angry and stubborn. Jace couldn't help the sideways smirk that graced his face as she continued.

"I opened the door as soon as I was done. I didn't want to smell like pot when my dad got home. He'd kill us both." She continued, "You didn't scare me or force anything. I wanted you to kiss me. I've wanted you to do a lot more than that for a long time."

The smirk fell from his lips as he stood dumbstruck in Clary's doorway.

"THAT'S why I told you I'm not a virgin to piss you off and make you jealous. You go gallivanting around here with whore after whore and tell me about your 'girl troubles' like it's no big deal. Well I'm sick of it! And you-"

"You fucked some little prick to make me JEALOUS?!" Jace yelled. His whole body was tense and his veins bulged from his arms. Clary reached up and slapped him clear across the face as hard as she could. He was fucking stunned.

"NO, YOU ASSWIPE! I JUST SAID THAT TO PISS YOU OFF! I'M STILL A VIRGIN. DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I WOULD FUCK ANYONE ELSE WHEN I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU?!" She stopped briefly and Jace heard her let out a deep breath. Jace couldn't even process what she had just said.. he was completely in shock.

Dropping her eyes from his to the floor Clary continued. "you are the only man that I ever want touching me. I would never give that part of myself to some stupid boy."

Tears filled her eyes as she waited to again feel the sting of rejection, or for him to laugh at her for being such a stupid girl. He let out a ragged breath and she looked up to see a fire in his eyes like nothing she'd ever seen.

"How long?" he asked barely above a whisper.

"What?"

"How. Long." He demanded this time as he gently but firmly grabbed her arms and pulled her to him.

"I don't know. I mean I had a crush on you when I was a little girl, but I think.. I think maybe last year. A few months before I turned 16. I started thinking about.. things…" she trailed off and looked away from his intense gaze.

He hooked his finger under her chin and pulled her face back up.

"Look at me," he said, his sweet minty breath fanning across her face. Green met gold and she let out a weak shaky breath.

"I didn't scare you?" he asked.

"No." she said firmly.

"You didn't have sex with anyone?"

"No."

"You love me?" he asked in disbelief.

"I'm in love with you, Jace." It took everything in Clary to hold his gaze as she said those words, and when he replied she thought she would faint.

He stepped closer and pulled her into him so her breasts grazed his sternum. He poured all of his emotions into her eyes from his as he stated, "Clarissa Fray. You are my world. I fucking love you so much, beautiful."

Her knees buckled and he caught her, holding her against him. She couldn't believe what had just been said.

"Kiss me.. please," she whispered. It started slow and gentle as he held her like to most precious porcelain doll, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and deepened the kiss.

She felt that they were moving and suddenly he sat on the end of her bed. She was seated on his lap and their kiss broke. She stared into his eyes and then he kissed her again, lightly, and began to trail kisses along her jaw, down her neck, and then pulled down the neckline of the shirt she was wearing to reach her collar bone.

He nipped a particularly sensitive spot and her little gasps turned into a moan and her body instinctively arched and her hips bucked against him. She could feel him big and hard against her. He groaned and the noise fueled her. She felt like she had soaked through her panties and her shorts.

Jace pulled her hips down and against him again and they both moaned in ecstasy.

"Clary," he groaned as she stared to take off his shirt. She had just uncovered his toned abs when he pulled back and grabbed her wrists, stopping her.

Jace had been so entranced by his beautiful girl he had almost forgotten the reason they had to stop.

"Baby girl, we need to stop beautiful." He said as he rested his forehead against her's. He gave her a chaste kiss on the lips and lifted her, sitting her down on the bed beside were he'd been as he stood. He kissed her forehead sweetly and backed away a few steps.

She looked down not meeting his eyes. He kneeled down to her eye level just as a small tear fell from her eye.

He placed one hand on either side of her head and used his right thumb to wipe away her tear.

"What's wrong, beautiful?" he asked in a gentle voice. He didn't understand what he'd done wrong.

"Why did you stop?" Clary whispered and relief flooded him. He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and she finally looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled at his beautiful girl.

"Baby girl, I love you so much. I'm not going to take your virginity a few hours before a club party only to leave you on your own for the night." He smiled as she blushed furiously and looked away. He couldn't help himself.

He leaned in close and whispered in his deep lustful voice, "and I most definitely wouldn't want to be inside of your tight wet virgin pussy for the very first time only to be interrupted by your father." Clary gasped and blushed all the way down to her neck. Her eyes were wide and her breathing erratic as Jace pulled away.

"I promise you there is no one I would rather spend my time with, but your dad will be home soon and then there's the party. I'll tell him you're not feeling great and you sleep off the shit you smoked and drank." Clary blushed again as Jace said that last part.

"Sir, yes sir." Clary said jokingly as she rolled her eyes. Jace had pulled away and stood up now, but held her hands in his. He noticed that she started to look worried and her brows drew together as they always did when she had a lot on her mind.

"Will Kaelie be around at the party tonight? Or the girl you were having 'girl trouble' with?" she asked. He could tell she was trying to keep her voice as neutral as possible, but the slight waiver in her voice indicated that he needed to tell her exactly how important she was to him.

He hooked his finger under her chin, and once again brought her eyes to meet his.

"Clary, I don't give a shit about Kaelie or any other girl. You're the girl I was having 'girl problems' with," he noted that Clary looked surprised but he continued, "I haven't slept with anyone in the clubhouse or otherwise for months because I couldn't get you out of my head. I love you, baby girl. You are it for me."

He leaned down to kiss her and pulled away and stood again to see tears in her sparkling eyes and a small smile on her beautiful lips.

"I don't know how exactly this is all going to work or how far things can go for now, but there is no one else. I will make you mine. I love you and only you."

"I love you too, Jace.. so much," she stated as she brought their intertwined hands to her lips. She kissed his knuckles and used them to trace her jaw.

Clary rested her cheek against their hands and looked up at him with nothing but love and trust. The wind could have knocked him over.

"I know this is complicated," she stated, "I'll follow your lead." They both let their hands drop.

Jace told her to wait one minute and went to the kitchen to get her some Tylenol and water. He was back with both in a flash, just as she was getting under the covers.

He handed her the two pills, followed by the glass of water. She drank most of it and then gave it back to him. He placed the rest of her water and the pill bottle on her bedside table.

"Thank you, baby" she said quietly. He smiled. She was so fucking adorable.

"Baby, huh?" he asked as he sat on the bed beside her. She blushed again, but held his eyes.

"You don't like it?" Clary asked.

He smiled and kissed her soft and slow, "I love it, baby girl."

He pulled away and reached behind her fluffing her pillow. She lay back, and he tucked her in, kissing her forehead again.

Her face lit up in a shining smile.

"Sweet dreams, beautiful," Jace smiled, "sleep while you can because the party is going to be loud as hell tonight. You really don't need to be out there later than 10 so if you need anything call me. I'm going to set up the coolers. Some of the Old Lady's and Mama's will be here soon to decorate the clubhouse and the back yard. Including Katey and Iz. Your dad and some of the guys will be here shortly after that."

"Okay," she said as she yawned, "I'll call you if I need anything."

Jace walked to her door and looked back on her just before closing it.

"I love you, Baby girl," with that he closed the door and started towards the back door.

His jeans still felt a little tight. He looked down and took note of a dark spot over is bulge. He Grazed his fingers over the wet spot, realizing it was moisture from Clary's arousal grinding against his cock. He immediately got hard again and turned for his own room across the house to take a fast cold shower.

"This girl is going to be the God damned death of me," he muttered.

A/N: So we're back and coming in hot and heavy.

The plan: The next chapter or two will be up eventually. It may be one long chapter or split into three parts, but they will go up at the same time. It will include the long awaited sex scene and an open ended ending so I can continue the fic if I have time later but it will likely be the end. There will be closure were it counts and you'll be able to tell kind of what happens. I'll do an epilogue of 10 years down the road if I end it open ended like I plan to. Thanks for sticking with me. Much love