Whew… I rewrote, rearranged, re- everything in this chapter. I had no idea the last chapter was going to be a big deal….
Chapter 6: If you're the wolf, I wish to be Little Red Riding Hood
Jake gives me an impish grin while appraising my father's harpoon gun. "What the hell were you going to do with this?"
"I don't know. I guess it's like a gun, right?" It made you look at me. It helped me steal your attention. Maybe it got your heart beating almost as hard as mine is.
He shakes his head in mock disapproval before tossing the gun on the foyer rug. I nearly jump out of my skin as the loud clattering reverberates at my feet. "You would shoot me in the face?" His face lights up into this weird cross between excited and stimulated.
"I didn't know it was you."
We just stare at each other, and for a weird moment, we share a lascivious energy. I can feel his wild aura breaking through my inexperienced thoughts. It sets my stomach on fire.
Jake's smile turns sharp, and his eyes get low and hungry. He knows what I want. I'm not sure what it is, but he knows I want it.
I feel like a nervous little ship rat. Afraid of my own shadow, but willing to be swallowed by his darkness. I can barely get my hands to stop shaking, but he's making me think about things I've never done before.
Does he know how much his voice excites me. Can he tell how much I want to trace his tattoos with my fingers.
My eyebrows bunch together as my arousal gets the best of me. I gnaw at my bottom lip to curve the tension, the coiling fire. The cloying dampness between my legs is embarrassing. My center is throbbing, just from a single look.
I flinch as Jake abruptly lifts his hands to tuck loose hair behind his ears. "Bella, relax. I'm not here to hurt you." But he doesn't say he wants to help me either.
He steps closer into my personal space, his chest heating my already flushed cheeks. His voice comes smoky and smooth like sweet, raw honey. "Your father owes us five grand. My family runs a business. We aren't just some thugs who own a casino and shifty property. We allow people to borrow money. We ask that they promptly pay it back. Debt is debt." I can't tell if this is a warning or an explanation. If you didn't come here to hurt me, then why did you invite yourself in.
Can you catch a gaping fish with honeycomb on a hook? I don't have anything to offer him, but I'm ready to beg. I look up into his eyes and plead.
"Look I don't have any money. I don't even have enough money for gas, let alone food to put on the table. I'm wearing clothes from the thrift. The only tv in this house is eight years old." I let my arms fall to their sides and release the adrenaline held in my elbows. " I'm not hiding your money. I haven't spent your money. I didn't even know anything about your money until twenty minutes ago. My dad really isn't here."
He doesn't even respond. Instead, he moves around me, going deeper into the house. I follow him through the hall and into the living room where he stands dead center below the ceiling fan.
He quietly lets his eyes wander around the place, touching picture frames and the china cabinet doors. "I don't see anything around here worth anything near five grand. So don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."
"That's it? You'll take care of it?" I've been caught on his hook, but just like that he tosses me back into the cold.
"I already told you I'm not going to hurt you. I'll take care of the debt. I keep my word. You want me to pinky promise?" Jake sticks his pinky out to me as a joke.
"Your hands are healing nicely." I reach out and grab his hand before I can overthink my desperate behavior. I turn it over back and forth. "Almost as good as new." Like it never happened. Like I don't already owe you my thanks. He can't be this nice to me for nothing.
I shake my head in denial. "Guys don't keep their promises."
"What guys have you been hanging with?" I don't miss the sideways glance he gives me for my lack of faith in his word, or maybe it's the fact that I'm comparing him to other men.
"What kind of gang just forgets about a five thousand dollar debt?" My challenging response comes out as rude and abrupt. Am I looking a gift horse in the mouth?
"It's not a gang really. It's more of a clan. There are nine families that serve as tribal leadership. We fall in line respectively. Your people call us the Nine Wolf Kings because of the way we generate cash flow. We're really called the 9 Wolves' Bloodline, a bloodline of legends. I belong to the first of the nine families. If I say your debt is erased, it's erased." His power rings true in his tone. I don't doubt his words for a second.
"So what do I owe you in return?" Just answer the question.
"You got any food?" He walks through the hall, straight to the kitchen.
"Where's the meat?" He bends over into my nearly empty fridge, the shiny grip on the handle of his revolver peeking through his back waistband.
"Don't have any this month." I stand against the wood paneled wall with my arms folded behind my back.
"This month?" He's staring at me in disbelief, as if I'm the one with a gun tucked in my pants.
"Yeah this month. We can't all buy a quarter of a cow from the Yorkies. Besides, I eat dinner at the diner most days."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say your fridge is worse than on the Rez. At least we go hunting."
"Well I've got cod in the freezer." I offer.
He laughs, shaking his head back and forth. "Man you're funny."
"So what do you want from me?" It's the only question he won't answer and it's scaring me to death.
"Why do you think I want something from you?"
You probably don't because I'm awkward and not very attractive, but "because nothing in this world is free. Especially from men, and especially men from Forks."
"Well luckily for you, I'm not from Forks. I'm from the Quileute Rez." He clenches his jaw and looks deep into my eyes, sending tingles down my spine. If he asked me to pull my panties down, I would.
"Be here at 11 tomorrow night." I watch him reach into his pocket and pull out a vibrating phone.
"Ok." I foolishly say ok. A five thousand dollar 'ok'. What have I just agreed to? What am I hoping for? My eyes follow his confident movement to the door.
"Get some sleep, zombie." And he's gone. I doubt he even spares me a backward glance through the tinted windows of his Range Rover.
And I can't say I even slept because this time my dream gets even weirder. This time I'm lying flat against the grass. My chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. The rain is pouring but I'm not drowning. I'm not floating. I'm just there. I can feel the heavy soil beneath me. In fact, I feel heavy, almost glued to the ground. And just like last time, there's copper wire between my teeth. I rub my tongue along the grooves at the top and bottom and just lay there. Maybe I missed something the first time.
I let the rain wash over me. It's an unfamiliar sensation. Not like I'm being cleaned, but it's like I'm being fed. I feel absorbent. The rain opens every pore on my body. I can't get up, but I feel free. What's the difference between stuck and rooted?
I wake up with a restless stir. It's still so dark in my room, I can't even see my hand in front of me. I just know I have to take care of this ache that Jake has ignited inside me.
My fingers reach into my panties and part my sticky lips. My hand feels so cold moving between my slick folds, but I close my eyes and imagine Jake.
The wild beast that lives inside of Jake. How his deep voice would feel if he whispered in my ear. My fingers slip and slide into my soft center as I think of him moving inside me. Thinking of him thrusting uncontrolled and rough, reaching that place that my fingers can't, makes me impatient.
I pick up the pace moving faster and harder over my clit until I feel the start of a release. The swift curling and circling of my fingers is driving me crazy.
I can't get his face out of my head. The way he looked at me. The way he clenched his jaw makes it impossible for me to stop. I whisper his name over and over again like a perverted mantra.
I can barely breathe, my heartbeat uneven, and my chest stuttering so much. It feels so good to feel like I'm being smothered, like I'm flying. I keep going even though I can't catch my breath. Finally my stomach tightens, my pussy pulses and contracts as my back arches off the mattress.
I fall back into my pillow limp, thinking about tomorrow night.
Thank you for reading and reviewing… I think the next few chapters are going to be fun… This chapter is a little short but I didn't want to leave you guys hanging for too long