Author's Note
Please forgive any spelling and/or grammar errors. I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you think!
The theme song for this chapter is Hunger by Ross Copperman.
This chapter has turned into a monster! I hit 60 pages and still had about a third to go, so I split it in half :)
PS I'm not Stephenie Meyer, so I don't own anything :(
Ch 16 Part 1: Did I really almost miss out on this? - Jacob
Year 8 - 2013 (July only)
July
Jacob had been just about to get in the shower when he heard the knock on his door. Initially, when he opened it, he believed he was dreaming. He must have fallen asleep while packing the last of his stuff. There was no other explanation for her sudden appearance.
She was a mirage. A vision. More perfect than any memory or recited tale. He didn't understand. What was she doing there? Had his desire to see her beckoned her? Summoned her like some mystical genie from a lamp? Without much conscious thought, because he wasn't really capable of having any just then, he shifted back, willing her inside. Silently begging her to step into his world. To be there physically as well as emotionally.
She stepped forward, moving close enough that he could feel the heat of her skin, a familiar, enticing caress. A tendril weaving around his neck to draw him closer like a creeping vine intent on snaring him. He welcomed it.
Ness had never smelled the way the rest of her family did. Not sickly, cloyingly sweet coated in icy, burning cold. Rather, she held light floral notes of jasmine, gardenia, and honeysuckle, with tempting hints of a dessert consisting of ginger and honey. It was the scent he'd recognized before ever opening the door.
Even as she moved past him, her eyes never left his. Magnets caught in each other's pull. The chocolate depths were shimmering, liquid pools luring him in. A siren singing a sailor overboard to drown in them. Jacob embraced that fate. Went gladly to that final destination. So long as the end meant being with her forever.
Then he saw it. The look he'd craved since the moment he realized he might never see it again. The one that openly declared her desire. Desire for him. It was hungry and pure, visceral and honest. A beating heart laid bare in the palm of her hand. He wondered if she could as easily detect his own feelings from the way he was looking at her. Surely she must.
"Nessie," he breathed. The single word was filled with a lifetime of longing. An eternity's worth of wanting that wasn't realized until just over a year ago.
Jacob's hand reached, shakily moving towards her cheek. He paused just short of making contact, terrified that she'd vanish into wisps of vapor and smoke if he did. A wall separated their bodies. Impenetrable. No. It was a crevasse. So deep he couldn't see the bottom, and so wide he'd need a bridge to cross it. Except the bridge had been severed years ago when he made the decision to move away.
It was never meant to be an act of leaving her, but that's what happened. They grew apart. They changed. Their needs stopped correlating. Except they never really had. Those needs had still been the same for each of them, they'd just happened separately. At different times. And now here they were. Together again. Each wanting the other.
"Jacob, I've missed you," Ness said simply, a soft smile forming on her lips even as her shoulders straightened and her chin lifted. He inhaled audibly, and she continued, "And I've been missing you for a really long time."
The crevasse slammed shut, meanded seamlessly into a welcoming meadow with those simple words. And suddenly he was free to touch her as he longed to do. Finally, his fingers breached that final invisible barrier to feel her skin. The soft surface silk beneath his fingers. Impossibly smooth thanks to her dual nature. Instantly, she leaned into his cupped palm. Emotion rippled through him as powerful tingles zinged from the point of contact. Overwhelming. Sensation overload. He was near to short circuiting.
"You're really here," he said, voice suddenly rusty with disuse and an overabundance of emotion.
He stepped closer, close enough that the cotton of her shirt brushed his bare chest, making his breath hitch. Her bag fell to the floor, forgotten as her hands came up to rest just over his pounding heart, fingers splayed against his muscles. His hand on her cheek tilted her head back so that when he bent, their lips met.
Lightly at first. Just a gentle, delicate press. Slowly, methodically, he explored her mouth. Taking and giving in equal measure, memorizing every contour. At first, merely sipping the sweet champagne, heady and intoxicating. In no time at all, he was drunk on her.
Easily, she allowed him to slip his tongue into her mouth, lightly caressing hers with his own.
"Mmh," she moaned, the sound vibrating through her and into him.
Ness's mouth was the sweetest frosting, the richest chocolate, the most potent elixir. There was no comparison, no amount of practice capable of preparing him for the perfection of their mouths joining or the sheer amount of everything the contact made him feel.
Then she was leaning into him, pressing her lithe body tightly against him, and he was experiencing all new levels of bliss, soaring to greater highs than he'd ever known before. His fingers wove through her long curls, the strands thick and soft as velvet, to cup the back of her head while his other hand rested on her waist, holding her to him.
Nessie's body easily molded to his own. Her curves lined up and conformed to the shape of his body until no space existed between them. Ecstasy and fire rushed through his veins, fueling a passion greater than any he'd ever known. Nothing in his prior experiences mattered. It all fell away. Until this moment, Jake had never truly existed.
More. He needed her. Craved her. Oxygen had ceased to mean anything to his body. Only Ness had the power to sustain him. He'd never get enough of her. Her lips, the taste of her, was a drug that in an instant had become vital for his very survival.
A tiny whimper sounded from her, and that alone cleared his mind for rational thought to return. Jacob tried to break the kiss, but her lips followed his, reluctant to part.
"Ness?" he gasped, breathless and a little concerned. He was the only thing holding her upright. His forehead was still pressed to hers, and he lightly bumped his nose against hers to check on her.
"My Jacob," she said quietly. It was an endearment she'd only used once before. In Guatemala. When he'd killed Santiago to save her and she'd been checking on his injuries, her concern dragging it out of her. Somehow it felt right for her to use it again now. "That's what that is supposed to feel like," she announced once her breathing had evened out a fraction. "I always knew some necessary ingredient was missing."
Jacob nodded, not able to articulate his thoughts any better, but wanting her to know he was in complete agreement. "What are you doing here?" he asked, pulling back just a little to drink in the sight of her, though he didn't release his hold or loosen it even a fraction. Probably couldn't even if he'd tried.
She was perfect. Angelic. Flawless ivory skin with rosy, passion-hued cheeks and shell pink lips, swollen and dark from his kiss. Her huge, expressive eyes were framed with long sooty lashes that fluttered besumedly under his intense scrutiny. Bronze brows formed perfectly arched slashes above her eyes, the metallic color exactly matching her waist-length waves.
"I just really needed to see you - like I said, I've been missing you," Ness admitted, sliding her hands up to wrap around his neck.
"Yeah, I could say the same thing," he agreed, sealing his lips to hers once more. They were irresistible. He was an addict, permanently, irrevocably addicted after a single hit, and he had no will or desire to resist.
Goosebump broke out on his arms when her fingers carded through his messy hair, tangling in the shaggy strands. The feel of her hips tight against his, and her breasts, the full swells rubbing lightly with each breath she took made him groan with desire.
"I can't believe… " he murmured into her mouth, unable to find the words to describe how she made him feel complete simply by being there.
"I think I was always going to end up coming to you," she stated quietly when the kiss ended.
"What took you so long?" he joked, only for her hand to fly out and smack his chest.
Amazing.
Other people had done something similar over the years, Aiden and Natalie in particular, but he'd never felt it. He'd always had to fake a reaction. That was definitely not the case with Ness. She was strong enough that her actions actually registered. They were equally strong. Strong enough that neither would have to temper their actions to protect the other or pretend to feel what they couldn't.
"Ow, woman! Careful, I'm fragile," he exclaimed, a little serious but mostly just stunned by his new and very welcome revelation. "I'm breakable!"
"Sure you are," she said, smirking merrily.
"I am," Jake insisted.
"Maybe I should kiss it better," Ness said boldly. Yet even as she spoke, Jacob caught the flash of uncertainty across her face. She wasn't used to being so forthright, and he could guess that she feared he'd reject her advance again.
Immediately, Jacob nodded in response, saying, "Yeah, I think you definitely should." The encouragement was all she needed to relax in his arms. Her entire body suddenly pliant and soft.
Nessie smiled and gently kissed the place she'd punched, easily identifying the spot thanks to the slight red patch. Spontaneous combustion. For the first time, Jacob feared he might burst into flames at a simple touch.
"Mind if we sit? I'm feeling a little dazed here," he admitted frankly, his fingers tracing small circles on her back. He couldn't stop touching her, nor did he have any desire to.
"That sounds good," Ness agreed, her hands retreating from where they were tangled in his hair. At once, Jacob clasped them, pulling her with him to sit on the couch he'd gotten to replace the one Nat took with her when she moved out.
Ness tucked her feet under her, and turned to face him. Fascinated, they watched in unison as Jacob ran his hands along her extended arms before beginning to play with her fingers, weaving his between hers just to twist them or trace their length. Time lost meaning as they contented themselves with basking in the other's long awaited presence.
It was so different from what he expected to happen if they were ever to reunite. There was none of the awkward apologies for the past few years or the fumblings of transitioning from friends to lovers. Or even any initial getting to know you questions and conversation starters typical of a first date. Instead, there was simply a rightness that had descended over them. He felt whole and complete in a way he'd not even realized he wasn't. They fit, and each moment between them seemed to reflect that.
"Is it all right if I stay with you tonight?" she asked, peeking up through long, curling cinnamon lashes.
"Renesmee Carlie Cullen, now that I've got you, I've no intention of ever letting you go again," Jacob stated, absolutely serious. They would only move forward from this point on. There was no going back.
"Sounds absolutely perfect to me," Nessie agreed.
Jake turned her hand and placed a tender kiss against the inside of her wrist to seal the promise. He felt the way her pulse fluttered rapidly against his lips at the sensual touch and his lips twisted into a knowing smile. There was something heady about how she responded to him.
"Umm, what are you doing with all of the boxes?" she asked suddenly, craning her neck to turn and search the room. There were columns of boxes stacked about the room reaching from floor to ceiling in some cases.
"Oh, well… "
"Well?" Ness prodded, turning back to him.
"I was moving, but I guess that's something we'll need to talk about and decide -"
"Where? Where are we moving?"
"I bought a house in Port Gamble, and I'm supposed to start a new job next month in Seattle, but I can back out. I'm sure I can find an engineering job in Laramie or somewhere nearby. Then we can decide together what to do after you graduate."
"No way! Jacob, I want to move home more than anything, but I couldn't before because of my family," Ness said happily, excitement making her bounce a little. A trait she'd no doubt learned from Alice. "I didn't want to hurt them by taking off or end up somewhere alone. But this is perfect. They'll understand."
"What about school?" Jake asked, concerned that she felt like she had to sacrifice for him to have his dreams at the expensive of hers. He never wanted her to feel like that was necessary. More, if anyone needed to give something up, it should be him. He was the one that made her wait. Plus, she'd taken the initiative to come to him. He owed her the future she wanted. Besides, it wasn't like there wasn't time for him to pursue his own thing at some later date.
"I'll transfer," she fired off a second later. The stubborn, mutinous expression she wore announced that she was preparing to argue her side.
"If that's what you want," he agreed, conceding the moment he realized she was serious. It was her choice. Who was he to second guess or question her decisions? His only job was to support and encourage her.
The look of shock that stole over her face was too much for him to resist. Jake hauled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her and sighing when she settled against him, fitting easily into his impromptu embrace. Her solid weight and warmth assured him she was real. That they were planning a future where they'd be together.
"Thank you," she said, tipping her head to lightly kiss his neck. He swallowed thickly in response. "Before… Nahuel… Is it all right to talk about him?"
"Of course. He's been a part of your life. It won't hurt me to know you were happy and that you lived your life before you got here - I'm glad you did. And you know I did too," he promised at once. And he meant every word.
"True," Ness agreed, shifting to snuggle closer and free her arm so her fingers could trace a path up and down the iron band of his arm around her waist.
"When you're ready, I'd love for you to share everything I missed," he said, capturing her hand and moving to place it on his cheek to indicate that he'd like her to use her gift to share it.
"Everything?" she asked dubiously.
"Everything," he confirmed. He wanted all of her, as well as the chance to show her that he accepted her unconditionally. "I want to be part of all of your memories - even when I wasn't around."
"You were always in my thoughts, and my heart. But I'll only do it if you share as well," she countered.
"Done," he agreed, and prompted, "Now what were you going to tell me about Nahuel?"
"He asked me to stay in Chile with him last summer. Only I couldn't imagine leaving school and my friends. Now that I have the chance again, I can't wait. You make all the difference. You. The place. Reuniting with old friends. It's a chance I'd not dared hope for," Nessie explained, enthusiasm and anticipation oozing from her, a water balloon full to bursting. "I always feared we wouldn't get the chance to move back until everyone I cared about was long dead."
"I'm glad I can give this to you," Jake said seriously, smiling at how well this worked out for both of them. Not to mention how well their desires lined up. It was further proof that they belonged together.
"When do we move?" she asked, treading her fingers with his and squeezing. He could imagine the list forming in her head of all the things she needed to take care of to make it happen.
More, he positively relished the way she already so casually used the word we in reference to the future and their plans. They were a team now. A single unit, forever entwined from this point on.
He ducked his head to kiss her again, and she responded at once. This kiss was harder. Fiercer. An indelible brand upon her soul, and she reacted in kind, branding him in turn.
"Tuesday," he breathed against her lips, his lips brushing over hers as he spoke the word.
"Guess I got here just in time," she chuckled.
"Yep. It'll make fixing up the place easier. We can decide everything together… if you're up for it, that is," he added, not wanting to make assumptions, but hoping she'd want to add her input and truly make it theirs. The enthusiastic nod he received waylaid his concerns.
Already he knew how different it would be living with Ness than it had been with Natalie. They were better at communicating, always had been—at least when they were together. They didn't lie to each other when they were face to face. He only ever had once. Never again would he. And all the little white lies and half truths she'd told over the years would hopefully stop now that they were on the same page. He hoped that would be the case, at least. He didn't plan on giving her a reason to in the future.
Plus, they had so much more in common. It wouldn't be hard to discover things they both liked. Part of Jacob's mind reminded him that this would be Ness's first time living with a man. He'd need to keep that in mind if they did run into any unexpected issues.
"What's the house like right now?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Bit of a mess, actually. Four bedrooms, three bathrooms. Jared's construction crew helped replace the plumbing and wiring, but it still needs a new roof, new floors, a kitchen remodel, and one of the bathrooms needs all new fixtures," he listed, ticking off the various items he was already aware of, and knowing there'd no doubt be more once they actually moved in and were living in the place.
"Are we going to do it ourselves?"
The way she smiled at the idea told Jacob she'd not baulk at the physical labor required to do what needed to get done. In fact, she'd probably enjoy the challenge. She'd always been game for learning something new. "That was my plan," he said, nodding.
Ness's reaction was so different from how Natalie would have reacted. Already, it was getting harder to remember why he'd ever loved her. He had, but not in a lasting way.
Bella had been his first crush. The first time he'd had a viable interest in the opposite sex. Natalie, his first love. The kind that taught life lessons and allowed a person to grow, but ultimately failed to hold up against the test of time and obstacles as people and circumstances changed. But Ness… she was his soulmate. A perfect partner and equal in all ways. A mountain prepared to weather the elements day in and day out while regularly enjoying the brilliant sunshine.
"I arranged things so I have about a month off between jobs. Today was my last day at Philips. Aiden and I were supposed to spend the weekend surfing, but he called a couple hours ago and canceled, saying we'd just go Monday after he got off work instead," Jacob explained.
"Probably because Leah told him I was on my way here. I called her to get your address," Ness admitted sheepishly.
"Sneaky. She didn't give me a heads up. So much for loyalty," Jacob grouched playfully.
"Guess your pack just prefers me," Ness teased, laughing at his mock outrage.
"Sure, sure. Speaking of the pack. The house is an easy commute to both Seattle and La Push, so we can visit as often as you want," Jacob informed her, expanding on the virtues of where they'd be calling home. Hopefully for a very long time.
"That'll be good. I feel awful that I didn't get around to visiting at all this last year. I was so caught up with… " Ness said, trailing off suddenly.
Jacob decided against mentioning how sick Billy had been just then. He'd tell her later. His dad still didn't want people knowing and making a fuss over him, but Ness was family and deserved to know. But right now, he wanted to focus instead on easing her discomfort.
"It really is all right to talk about him. Can I ask what happened - why you're here with me and not in Wyoming with him?" Jacob asked, then added in a rush, "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but I'll admit that I am a little confused."
"I ended things with him a couple months ago," Ness said quietly, steely anger underlying the words. Detecting it, Jacob found his ears perking up. A wolf catching the scent of a new target.
"Why?" he asked, attempting to remain calm.
"He wanted to be part of my family more than he wanted me," she said vaguely. He wondered what else she wasn't saying. Before he could ask, she continued, "Jacob, I should tell you… Nahuel isn't the reason I decided to come here. Brady is."
All thoughts of Nahuel vanished. The name of one of one of his newest pack members throwing him. They'd run together not even two months ago on the reservation when Jacob had celebrated the pup's graduation and imminent departure for law school. When had Brady even seen Ness? Let alone done something that resulted in sending her to Jacob? He couldn't wait to thank him for helping Jacob out and having his back.
"Brady? I didn't know you two were friends," he said, feeling her tense in his arms. Suddenly, he became aware of how nervous she was. Why was she afraid to tell him -
"He's been staying with Seth. We got close this summer," she said meaningfully, interrupting his thoughts.
"Oh!" he gasped, suppressing the urge to laugh. "Well that's… unexpected," he acknowledged, wondering how that had come about. He'd have to persuade her to share more later.
"Are you mad? Please don't be," she begged.
"No. No, Ness," he rushed to reassure her, his bark of laughter finally escaping. She frowned in confusion, so he started to explain, "Your decisions are yours to make. I'll never begrudge you something you desire. Just as your heart and body are yours to do with as you please." Ness opened her mouth to say something, but when she paused, he continued, "Though the pack mind might get a little interesting next time we run together."
"Oh man, I didn't even think of that," she groaned, burying her face in her hands. Gently, he pulled them away, kissing the backs of her fingers and offering an understanding smile.
Now that Ness was his, he'd kill anyone else that touched her. Literally. But he'd meant what he said. Before today, he'd not had the right to stake a claim, and therefore couldn't be upset or hurt that she'd been with others. Hopefully, she'd be as understanding.
Nessie reached out to cup his cheek. He expected her to use her gift, but instead she said, "He made me realize I never stopped wanting you, and that I always would." He'd assumed it was something like that.
"I broke up with Natalie as soon as I realized I wanted you that way too," Jacob offered, not knowing how much she wanted to know about that time in his life. She'd said she did earlier, but he didn't know if she was ready now or if he should wait until she specifically asked.
"When did you know?" she asked. Did she honestly not know?
"When I let you go," he replied, referencing the conversation when he'd not spoken up, and instead led her straight to the waiting Nahuel.
"I'm glad you did," she said, nodding. "I needed that. Now I know exactly what I need to be happy."
He'd figured that would happen. It certainly had for him. "Maybe you should tell me, so I can make sure I meet all of your criteria," he coaxed, wanting to make sure she never lacked for wanting something he wasn't giving her.
"I want someone that makes me laugh," she said, using his hand to tick off the quality.
"I'm a funny guy," Jacob replied lightly, grinning when he saw how her lips twitched at his words.
"That you are. I want someone that appreciates art," she added, tilting her head to meet his stare and ticking off another finger.
Obviously this was very important to her, and it would be no hardship on him. He had all of the videos she'd ever made him saved on his computer, and two of the postcards she'd sent framed because he loved seeing them on his wall everyday. He couldn't wait to unpack that box and see her face when she discovered it.
Plus, his hobby of woodcarving could be considered art, so it was already an interest he pursued. It'd be nice to spend more time doing it. He'd always enjoyed it immensely.
"I've always been in awe of your talent," he admitted honestly.
"You're the one that inspired my passion for it, and now it's such a huge aspect of who I am," she revealed, letting him in on a secret he'd not known. Had it been the camera he'd given her all those years ago? He'd have to ask another time. They had time now. Time to learn all of each other's little secrets and nuances.
"What else?" he demanded.
"I want someone who isn't afraid of my fathers," she said, and Jacob suspected from the distaste in the way she said it, that it had been a sticking point for her and Nahuel. Brady had never struck him as the type to fear vamps given his wolf side.
"When have I ever been?" he asked drolly, rolling his eyes.
Because it was true. They didn't scare him. Never had. He and Edward had gone head-to-head numerous times over the years without him flinching. He was also fairly certain he'd win in a fight with them - even against Jazz. Not that it'd ever come to it. That would hurt Ness, so he'd never try. But the fact was, he could.
"Never," she acknowledged, relaxing and laughing easily at some private memory. "And I want someone that I can have adventures with - without compromising myself in the process," she announced, pressing her lips together while a little wrinkle formed between her eyes.
"I've always loved adrenaline rushes. We'll see the world. We'll surf thirty foot waves. We'll climb mountains. We'll play and laugh and tease each other. We'll love truly and passionately. We'll try everything at least once," he vowed, again not prying into what she hadn't said. The realization that they had time to discover all the little things they'd missed in each other's lives still fresh in his mind.
This time Ness initiated their kiss. Accepting the promise he made of a thousand, thousand lifetimes of fun and excitement. Privately, he extended the vow to include trying to surprise her on a regular basis and ensure she was constantly reminded about how much he cherished her.
"And what about you? What do you want?"
"I want to love you forever," he stated sincerely. It was the easiest question he'd ever been asked to answer.
Everything she wanted, he wanted too. Except he'd trade not being afraid of her fathers with loving his - a fact he was already certain of.
It wasn't because she was his imprint. That had nothing to do with why he loved her. He'd figured that out a while ago. It was just her. Like Seth said, she'd grown into his perfect other half.
"Jacob," Ness sighed, half exasperated and half awed.
"I never said that to her. Never said the words," he blurted, suddenly realizing the fact. It hadn't been a conscious withholding, just something that happened. And kept happening.
"It doesn't mean you didn't," she pointed out tenderly, reaching up to cup his face and let him see she wasn't hurt by the knowledge.
"Yes," he agreed. "But those words are for you alone."
"I gave you my heart a long time ago, and it's been yours ever since," Ness declared.
"I suppose that's only fair, since you have mine," Jacob said, eyes stinging with emotion as he kissed her again. And again.
They'd stayed up late, spending hours sharing about the last couple years. Eventually, he'd coaxed her to use her gift to show him many of the events she described. After a while, she'd nodded off, falling asleep against his shoulder around four in the morning. Jacob had carried her back to his bed and tucked her in, sliding in beside her and holding her. He'd been unable to sleep himself, too caught up in watching her.
It was during that time that an idea had come to him. Morning was just beginning in truth, the bright sun rays slicing into the room from between his blinds to produce stripes across his bedroom floor when he eased out of bed and finally released his hold on Ness. Quietly, he stuffed one of the only outfits he'd not packed into the bag he'd set aside for keeping his essentials in for the next week while he got settled into his new house and slowly unpacked. Then he grabbed the bag Nessie had brought and looked for a change of clothes to pack for her as well.
"Are you going somewhere?" Ness murmured sleepily from his bed, watching him as she stretched an arm above her head. "With my stuff?" she added, clearly confused.
Jacob grinned at her, and simply said, "Road trip."
"Where to?"
"That's a surprise," he answered evasively. She'd asked for adventure. What better way to provide it than a mysterious trip to an unknown destination? Besides, it wasn't really about where they went, it was about their making the journey together.
"Jake!" she whined, despite her brilliant smile ruining the effect.
He watched her climb out from beneath his thin sheets - it was too hot with their combined heat for more - the sight getting to him. It didn't matter that they'd done nothing in the bed or that she was still fully dressed. Just having her there was something he'd not dared hope for. He kissed her the second she was close enough for him to tug against him. And he would have kept kissing her for a whole lot longer if the knock on his front door hadn't interrupted.
"I'll get that," Ness offered, detangling herself and flitting from the room.
"Who was it?" he asked when she returned a minute later.
"Leah. I think she just wanted to see if I was really here. But at least she brought breakfast. She said your kitchen was already all packed up. Oh and she's expecting us for dinner on Monday," Ness said quickly, exchanging the bag of food for the clothes and toiletries he had kept out for her. That sounded like something Leah would say. He'd probably get an earful from her on Monday. One look at Ness, and all he could think was, Totally worth it.
"Remind me to thank her. I'm starved. How are you? Do you need to hunt?" he asked, wondering where she'd be able to do that around San Diego. Options were rather limited, so he'd need to figure something out for her during this weekend trip if she needed to before it was time to move north.
"I'm fine. I hunted two days ago, so I'm good for a few more," she said, giving him the sweetest look. He could feel himself blushing, but he really did feel the urge to look after her.
"Then why don't you freshen up while I eat, then we can hit the road," he suggested, knowing she'd not want anything that Leah had brought for him.
They drove for hours, windows rolled down and singing along to the radio at the top of their lungs. Occasionally, they talked about other things that they'd run out of time discussing the night before, or shared little tidbits. Jacob was filing every piece of information away - from the songs she did or didn't like, to the places and things she hoped to one day see or try.
Not long after they left his place, they entered Mexico, and he was glad that her passport had been in her purse. Not that it really mattered, they could have just as easily traveled East or North. The direction he'd initially decided on was inspired by Ness's bohemian skirt. It reminded him of what he'd seen women wearing in Mexico each time he and Aiden drove down, looking for a change of pace, to surf.
"Do you even have a destination in mind?" Ness asked suspiciously.
"Nope," Jake said, popping the P, and grinned happily. "Figured we'd stop once we found something interesting."
"That sounds like a great idea," she agreed, thrilled to go along with the impulsive plan.
A few times they stopped for Ness to take pictures, and she indulged him by explaining how everything worked, and why she wanted the picture she did. It fascinated Jacob, and made him long to see the world through her eyes. She viewed things with such promise and wonder, not jaded by the world or disappointed that things weren't always perfect.
Afterwards, they sat for a while discussing photography. He wasn't at all surprised to learn one of her photos had been selected for an art show. Her talent was unmistakable, and he was proud of her for allowing others to witness it.
"Are you planning to pursue that? Showing more of your work?"
"No. It was too exhausting," Ness confessed, leaning against his side as they watched waves crashing against the base of the cliff they sat on.
"Exhausting?" he prodded, wanting to know more, needing to know everything.
"All the agonizing and doubt. My best work is very private, and I hated all the worrying about what other people thought. I spent the whole time second-guessing myself," she explained. He squeezed her hip in comfort, letting her know he understood and using the single intimate touch to let her know he supported her decision. "It's better if they're just for me and the people I love."
They'd only been driving for another two hours when Nessie exclaimed, "Oh, Jacob, look! It's so beautiful. Can we stop here?"
"Sure," he said, agreeing with her. The tiny town was painted in an array of colors making it look vibrant and inviting. Each adobe-style building had a fresh coat of paint, and the main street had people gathered in a little town square, talking and laughing leisurely in the late afternoon heat. A marble fountain formed the centerpiece with benches staged here and there facing it, and historic buildings surrounded it like so many soldiers guarding a precious treasure.
"And apparently, you're ready for dinner anyways," she said after his stomach growled a lion's roar, interrupting what he'd been about to say.
They found a tiny place with tables set up inside and outside the front of the colorful structure. Lights and sashes of draped fabric decorated the front in a festive array. He and Nessie were seated at one of the outdoor tables, and had a perfect view of the sunset as they ate. Ness ordered for them in perfect Spanish, and he recalled how she used to love learning new languages.
"Do you still study languages?" he asked once the waiter had their order.
"Not really, no," she admitted, face pinching and looking troubled.
"How come?" he asked, curious. "You used to love all the little nuances and little variations that made them unique."
"I'm not really sure. I guess I just lost interest when we moved to Alaska. I'm surprised you even remember that," she murmured.
"I remember everything that's ever happened between us," he said frankly. Ness reached over and took his hand. Instantly, a flash of her teasing him over using the word verb tense in Guatemala played out in his head. The scene was accompanied with a distinct impression of fondness. She remembered too. "Maybe it's a hobby you'll get back into one day."
"If we're really going to travel, I suppose I'll have a reason to," Ness replied, anticipation lighting her face. And Jacob was the one responsible for putting it there.
It humbled him to see how entwined they already were, each at least partially responsible for the other's happiness. It was a challenge he suddenly felt sure he could face, and a goal he knew he'd enjoy striving to achieve everyday.
More than that, it was incredible how synchronized they already were. Two halves that belonged together, and were woefully incomplete when separated. They could sit in silence or talk, and it never dragged or became awkward.
"Dance with me?" Jacob asked once they'd finished eating, Jacob finishing Nessie's plate once she'd finished picking at the food, and the sun was no longer visible. The lively music seemed to be calling to him, urging him to take advantage of the moment - begging him to make a memory to replace their last disastrous dance.
"You're not serious," Ness laughed, glancing around in confusion. There wasn't a defined dance floor, or even a cleared space - just the parking lot.
"Why not?" Jake demanded, standing and holding out a hand to her.
Giggling, Ness shook her head, gesturing to the near empty area. Only four tables had guests, with the other three tables all inside and happily eating. "Um, maybe because no one else is?"
"So?" he countered, capturing her hand and pulling her up, away from the table.
She followed willingly, though he sensed she was preparing to make another token protest. He stopped her by settling his hand low on her back, and relishing the way her breath caught at the contact.
"Jacob!" she gasped, falling against his chest when he lightly tugged her closer. Her flushed face and merrily glowing eyes nearly brought him to his knees.
"I wanted an excuse to hold you close," he admitted, utterly undone by the woman staring at him as though he were the moon. Not realizing she was the sky filled with stars and his entire motivation had been to become part of her world.
"You never need an excuse," she vowed, moving easily in step with him.
"Ness, I'm all in - with you. Always," he promised, needing her to know. Probably, she already did, she'd always figured things out faster than him, but saying it aloud helped cement it.
"We're forever," she agreed.
When he kissed her, it was tender. Sweet. Loving. An unhurried sampling of a fine wine, or an aged bourbon he'd waited patiently for decades to be ready and savoring every rich sip.
"There was a hotel we passed about a block that way," Ness whispered huskily, need filling her eyes with potent desire.
Immediately, Jacob paid the bill and ushered her quickly down the street to the hotel. The moment they entered the room, Ness's arms were around his neck and she was kissing him feverishly. Hands wandered frantically over her body, tracing every curve and dip, straining to memorize them all, the most apt student ever to exist.
When his hands gripped the edge of her tank, Ness broke the kiss and backed up, lifting her arms over her head for him to remove the cotton barrier shielding her from his sight. The second it was off, he felt her fingers pushing insistently at his shirt, demanding he remove his own when he paused to appreciate the way the lace of Ness's black bra cupped her breasts, the delicate filigree decorating the pale mounds with swirls and long lashes. The black on white color contrast sharply defined and enticing. Despite his desire to simply admire her, he gave in to her prodding and removed his shirt.
Her lips found his the instant his mouth was freed from his rising shirt, and ecstasy trailed over his skin like ribbons blowing in the breeze, igniting every place her fingers journeyed. His hands found her hips, clutching them in an effort to remain upright. His body was in overdrive, basking in every touch and caress of her small, hot hands over his chest and back. Never had he realized how sensitive that skin could be if touched by the right person.
Detaching her lips, Ness skimmed them across his cheek until she captured the shell of his ear, her tongue tracing the edge of it. His hips bucked against her in response, his shaft hardening impossibly, nearly painfully at the erotic contact.
"Jacob, touch me," she begged.
Jake blinked, coming back to himself as he realized he'd been standing there stupefied. With practiced moves, he unhooked her bra and nudged her back another step. The backs of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and Ness let herself tumble backwards with a startled giggle.
Bending over her, Jacob braced his arms and legs on either side of her and grinned before placing feather-light kisses along her neck. When his mouth reached the swell of one breast, Ness arched her back, silently begging him to lavish attention on it.
"Ahh," Nesie moaned, the sound encouraging him to continue sucking and teasing the puckered peak of her nipple.
He softly kneaded one plump mound while flicking the budded tip of the other. For several minutes, he worshipped her, encouraged by her moans and her hands in his hair.
Occasionally, he'd see flashes of his tongue circling her nipple or his teeth gently nipping or tugging on it, all of which he'd immediately do. He wondered if she even realized how she was guiding him into giving her exactly what she wanted.
All the while, their hips pressed together, rubbing deliberately and creating exquisite friction that hinted at what was to come. If Jacob wasn't so focused on pleasing Ness, he'd probably have finished in his pants in no time at all. He felt like a teenager all over again.
It was the scent of her arousal that finally tempted him to venture further south. He might have been content to simply enjoy her reactions as he suckled on her breasts all night if the scent of her increasing desire hadn't alerted him that she needed more. That she needed him.
Inching his hands down, he caught the top of her skirt with his fingers. They jerked, distracted, when another image filled his mind, one of him kissing and licking her core. The longing accompanying it was so keen, he nearly ripped her skirt and panties in his haste to give her precisely what she silently requested.
Slowly, he eased off the bed, moving to kneel between her spread knees. She was beautiful. Her body, a work of art that would take centuries to fully appreciate.
"Jacob, please. I've never, and I want -" she began, breaking off when he placed a gentle kiss on each of her inner thighs. "Please?" she gasped throatily.
"Gladly," he said, moving to brush his lips against the apex of her thighs.
"Oh!" she gasped, bucking against his face at the teasing glimpse he gave her.
His tongue lapped at her, tracing a teasing line up along her slit from her entrance to her clit. Ness's hips pressed forward seeking more contact when he reached the sensitive button. He gave her what her body silently demanded, focusing his efforts there. Sealing his lips against her, he flicked his tongue quickly, deliberately over her in little patterns of figure eights.
She was ambrosia. The nectar of the gods filled his mouth and he was greedy for more. The way her hips twisted and bucked encouraged him.
"Mmh," Ness whimpered, images still flooding his mind where her hands were buried in his hair. "Yes," she gasped when his hand trailed up her leg, moving slowly towards her core to slip first one, then two fingers into her channel.
Jacob worked them in and out, mimicking what he longed to do with his cock once it was buried in her slick, heat. Slowly at first, then faster, pumping his fingers into her then curling the tips to hit the spot that made her gasp and buck helplessly beneath him.
"Augh, Jacob!" she cried, her inner muscles fluttering rapidly against his fingers as he drew her climax from her. His movements slowed, drawing every last drop of pleasure from her that he could before he withdrew.
Shredding his pants, Jacob climbed into bed beside her, pulling her close. She clung to him, burying her face in his neck. Her body seemed boneless, molding itself to his as he held her tightly. He was content just knowing he'd been the one to give her such pleasure.
It was several minutes before she said a word. "It's like you read my mind, almost as soon as I wanted something, you did that exact thing," Ness said, still a touch breathless, her chest continuing to rise and fall rapidly.
"Mmh," he hummed, kissing her shoulder to hide his smirk. Later. He'd admit the truth to her later.
"Jacob? Before we continue, I should tell you - I didn't have sex with Nahuel. Brady either."
Stunned. There was no other word for the revelation she'd just announced. He nodded, knowing she'd feel the movement, but unable to find any words. She sat up to look down at him, studying his face.
He didn't know what to say. Should he ask why? Did it matter? It wouldn't change anything if she had slept with either or both of them. He'd love her regardless, of course he would, but he had to admit he was surprised she hadn't. Nahuel and she had been together for an entire year.
Except, the longer he went without speaking, the more she babbled nervously.
"I mean, we did other things - Nahuel and I. Not much - he's venomous - so we were very limited. And thinking of you sort of put a premature end to things with Brady before it went that far," she added, wincing at some memory. "But I have done things. Just not sex. And I -"
"Ness? That's fine. All it means is that we should slow things down a bit and savor this more tonight," Jacob finally said, feeling his lips curve once she processed his words and relaxed.
"Slow it down? Not stop?" she confirmed.
"Only if you want us to," he stated frankly. It was her choice. He'd be happy just getting to hold her, or possibly having a repeat of what they'd just done.
"I don't want to stop," she said adamantly.
"Then we won't," he promised, running his hands down her back and making her arch into him.
"One more thing - you have condoms, right?" she asked quickly.
Jacob's mind emptied. Went totally blank. He didn't understand. Except, then he did.
"Yeah, there's one in my wallet," he said roughly, knowing he'd always kept one in there. "But… Are you saying -"
"Do you really want to get into this now?" she asked dryly, raising a single brow as she stared at him.
"Do you?" he queried.
"No. And I might strangle you if you say you'd rather talk about it than make love to me right now," she said sharply, obviously exasperated with him, even as her hand managed to find his length and her fingers began purposely stroking him.
"It can wait," he capitulated, rocking his hips into her tight fist.
Reaching for his discarded shorts, Ness continued pumping him, smirking slightly when he bucked roughly into her hand when she tugged unexpectedly. It was difficult to focus and concentrate long enough to remove the condom with her skillful actions.
"Ness? You've got to stop if you want us to have sex," he groaned, easing her hand away and replacing it with a condom.
"I turn you on," she marvelled, wonder showing clearly on her face. Jacob leaned over her, pressing a kiss first to one cheek, then the other.
"More than you can possibly imagine," he admitted, kissing the tip of her pert nose then brushing his own lightly against hers.
Jacob's hand slowly caressed Ness's body, skating over her breast, pausing only long enough to gently tweak her nipple, before inching down between her legs to trace her slit. The sound of her breath catching was a drug. He dipped the tip of his finger inside her entrance then dragged it up to slowly circle her clit. Her hips jerked, lifting off the bed and pushing against his hand, seeking out more contact.
"I'm betting it's the same effect you have on me," she insisted, fingers clutching at his shoulders as she held him tighter to her. Lightly, he placed kisses to each of her closed eyelids.
"Sure, sure," he agreed, willing to give her that one considering he could feel the truth in her words as he worked his hand against her. While his thumb continued to tease her sensitive nub, his fingers slowly entered her again, steadily moving in and out.
His lips found her neck. Hot, wet kisses that marked her as his. She tasted of honey and passion. Beneath his tongue, he detected the way his actions caused her pulse to jump, her rapid heartbeat pounding irregularly.
Then Jacob was the one gasping when Nessie's lips closed over the shell of his ear. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive skin and his hips involuntarily ground against the bed, suddenly desperate for friction.
"Augh, Ness," Jake moaned, all the blood in his body rushing to his groin and leaving him light-headed.
"Jacob, please, I want you," she begged, rocking her hips harder against his hand. He'd planned to tease her for longer, but he was unable to deny her request, needing her just as much.
His fingers slowly withdraw from between her legs, coasting up to massage her breast once more. Unable to help himself, Jake ducked his head to suck the taunt peek of her nipple, catching it between his teeth to lightly tug it.
"Please, Jacob. I need -" she broke off with a quiet whimper, and he knew she was ready. They both were. There'd be time later to tease and take things slower.
"I love you, Nessie," Jake whispered, locking eyes with her as he settled over her. Automatically, her legs spread, wrapping around his waist and allowing him to settle into the V of her thighs.
Their bodies lined up perfectly, further proof that they were made for each other. Interlocking pieces. Achingly slowly, Jacob eased into her, careful not to hurt her. She was far too precious to him to willingly be the source of pain for her.
It was the first time he'd ever entered a woman's body and not had had the unwelcome sensation that his cock was sinking into a refrigerator. Seth might enjoy that, but it had always been a bit jarring and unsettling for him. But Nessie was as hot as him. And he felt the heat of her surround him snuggly in a velvet fist.
"I love you," she replied, gasping, her breath catching as he entered her a millimeter at a time, pausing then pulling back only to push in just a little farther each time.
Once he was fully seated within her, her channel surrounding him like a burning fist, he waited, giving her time to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion. Jacob watched her, reveling in the sensations playing out across her face. It was like looking in a mirror. All of the wonder and completion he felt was reflected back at him.
The feather-light kisses she rained on his clenched jaw urged him to move. Their hips rocked together, slow and tender. All the while their hands roamed, petting, caressing, stirring the other. Lingering kisses landed on whatever surface their mouths could reach, occasionally finding their partner to sip and savor, tongues dueling.
Desire flared. A fire building, growing into a raging inferno. Every kiss, every touch, every stroke acting as fuel to ignite it further.
"You're perfect," Jacob whispered, burying his face in her neck and clenching his teeth to hold back, worried he'd hurt her if he lost the precarious grip he was managing to maintain on his control. Never had he been so close to the edge that he risked that tightly bound restraint losing it's leash.
Images of him speeding up, their hips coming together faster, generating more friction filled his head. Absently, he realized Ness was projecting her thoughts, likely without realizing it as she had earlier. Fantasies, desires that he was compelled to follow seeing as they perfectly matched his own.
"More," she breathed, even as he picked up the pace, pushing harder into her.
Then he saw himself touching the most sensitive place on her body, rapidly flicking it the way he had earlier with his tongue.
"Ahhh!" she cried out the instant that his finger made contact.
Nessie's nail dug into his back, and her back arched, pressing her chest flush against his own. He moved to see her, desperate to witness the pleasure he was responsible for giving her. A deep scarlet blush bloomed in her cheeks, and her pupils dilated.
"Jacob," she gasped, startled. His name was swallowed by his mouth claiming hers.
The first delicate flutterings danced across his length, her muscles seizing and spasming around him, clenching him tighter within her body, threatening to never let go. That was fine by him. He was finally home and he had no desire to ever leave.
Then Nessie was soaring off a cliff, arms thrown wide as she plummeted through a rain of fireworks, bliss and love blasting into him, swelling to a crescendo. Jacob followed her over the cliff, his own orgasm as intense as the one she inadvertently shared with him while her body locked around him in a vice grip.
Jacob's arms weaved around Ness, rolling until her body was sprawled across his chest, their legs tangled with each other and the covers. Both were breathing in quick, shallow pants. When Nessie trembled slightly, he pulled her even closer, nestling her into the crooks and dips of his body until he no longer knew where he ended and she began.
Discreetly, so as not to disturb the wondrous woman in his arms, Jacob removed the condom and tossed it onto the foil wrapper to take care of later. Because no way was he getting out of bed just then.
Neither spoke, words weren't needed right then for them to understand one another perfectly. It was peaceful and perfect, both content to bask in the glowing aftermath of their union. Ness pressed a soft kiss to his chest, just over his heart, making his breath catch. His fingers lightly trailed up and down her back and arms, offering tender caresses that silently shouted his love as they slowly nodded off.
Ness's head was resting on his shoulder when he woke, her hands lightly skimming low over his stomach, nails gently scratching in a way that almost tickled, and definitely stirred him.
"Morning," he murmured, having never woken feeling as incredible as he did just then.
"Last night… Jacob, that was so perfect. Is it always like that?" she asked, moving to prop her chin on him. He knew exactly what she meant. It'd not been like that for him with anyone else. Nowhere near. Only Ness inspired that depth of an emotional response within him, and it was so much better because of it.
"For us, yeah. I promise it will be," he vowed, cherishing the adoring look she gave him when he said that.
They walked through town before leaving, strolling leisurely.
"We should get something for the house," Ness suggested when they passed a market with several stalls set up displaying items for sale.
"What do you have in mind?" he asked, dubiously eyeing the maracas.
"What about a blanket for the living room? And maybe a mask to hang on the wall? We could get something everywhere we go and use them to decorate our home," she said enthusiastically, squeezing his hand and staring at him with her huge brown eyes.
"I'd like that," he agreed, knowing he'd want to remember this place forever. The place they'd come together as one for the first time.
After about an hour on the road, they stopped for gas, and he remembered something she'd asked about their first night together. Did he fall in love with her because of the imprint? He'd immediately said no, and it was the truth. But after feeling the way her pleasure seemed to almost compel his own, he was a little curious about something.
"Ask me to do something outrageous," he requested, returning the dipstick to the pump.
Nessie blinked at him, a bemused expression making her lips tilt up as she thought for a moment. "Put on my skirt and go inside to steal a candy bar."
"No," he snorted, picturing himself doing that and barking out several loud laughs. "Huh," he said, amused and beaming at Ness.
"Care to share what that was all about?" she asked dryly, though she returned his smile, seemingly helpless not to.
"I used to wonder - or maybe always feared - that imprinting… that if we were together… that I'd lose my freewill," he admitted regretfully. It was a product of Sam and how his former alpha had always described it. Like they were slaves to the imprint, destined to obey any and all commands, and forced to be happy with it being that way.
"You thought you'd have to do whatever I said?" she asked, startled, though he could she she was seriously contemplating what he'd said. "You don't though, right?"
"I know it's silly, and I know you'd never take advantage if it did turn out to be that way, but that's the way it was always described, and that's how Jared and Sam are with their imprints. Their every action is with the express purpose of pleasing their imprints. I guess I just wanted to prove it didn't have to be like that," Jacob explained. He'd seen enough of Paul and Rachel over the years to know it didn't have to be that way, but he'd wanted to verify that it was the same for him and Nessie. He had a feeling that if it did turn out to be that way, she'd eventually feel too guilty to stay with him, even if he didn't have a problem with it.
"What if I said it would make me very happy if you'd cut your hair for me?" she said, studying him closely, but he could see the spark of mischief in her eye.
"I'd still say no," he replied. "Which you already know."
Basing decisions on what would make her happiest might happen periodically, but that wasn't because of the imprinting. That was just the way relationships worked. People made compromises or did things the other person liked because they cared - not because they didn't have a choice.
"Yes, I do," she said, smiling indulgently at him as she got in the car. "And anyways, I prefer your hair longer - gives me something to hold on to."
"Damn, woman," he muttered, hauling her close and fastening his mouth to hers, nibbling on her lower lip when she started to pull back. He was nowhere near down with her yet.
They'd just pulled out of the station when he asked, "Regarding other matters we should discuss… Condoms?"
"There's no guarantee. It's just a precaution for now so it's not my mom all over again… but Grandpa said it might be possible," Ness said softly, watching him from the passenger side.
"Is that something you want?"
"Not anytime soon," she said emphatically.
"Well that's good. I'm not ready to share you," Jake admitted.
He refused to think about Bella's pregnancy. It had been terrifying and traumatic. Ness had just said she wasn't ready, so concern for her safety and the possibility that she might endure something similar was a worry that he could postpone until they decided it was time to try. He'd think about it then, and not a moment sooner.
"There is a time limit though. Maybe fifteen more years. After that, I definitely can't," she added quietly, sounding almost uncertain. Was she afraid he'd be mad about that? There were always time limits on that sort of thing.
"So we have time, fifteen years means we don't have to rush. And when you're ready, when we both are," he amended, emphasizing that they were in this together, "we'll try and see what happens."
"Thank you. You have no idea how much your reaction just now means to me," she said. But it was everything she didn't say that he was most curious about.
"I love you," he stated, sensing she needed to hear the affirming words just then, and the suspicion was confirmed when he saw her visibly relax. "And I'll love you if it's just us or if we have ten... uh, wait, maybe more like four, kids," he said, rethinking his declaration.
"Four sounds good. I think I'd like that - someday."
They stopped along a deserted stretch of highway just off the coast on the way home, deciding a swim would be nice in the crystal blue-green water since they were both roasting in the late summer heat. The Rabbit's air conditioning needed to be looked at soon - no way was this light breeze going to cut it for two supernatural beings that ran hot. The ocean was calm, with tiny waves barely disrupting the stillness, lapping at the white sand shore.
Pulling off on the shoulder, they began climbing down the boulders and making their way to the little sandy cove shielded from the road to have a bit of privacy. The water was only a few feet deep and looked like a brilliant aquamarine with the sunlight reflecting prisms of broken light off the translucent surface.
"You know we could… " she said suggestively once she'd stripped down to just her panties. Jacob loved how comfortable she already felt around him, not to mention how much he enjoyed getting to look his fill of her in the noonday sun with her faintly shimmering skin on full display.
"Shit, Ness. I didn't get anymore condoms," he groaned, metally chastising himself. He'd been so stupid, particularly considering he'd been thinking about needing them when they'd stopped at the gas station.
"While I didn't have sex before last night, I did learn a few other things. Would you like me to show you?" Ness offered, a devious spark in her eye as she trailed a finger lazily down his chest.
Jacob reacted instantly to her words, feeling himself quickly harden and knowing she was watching it happen since he'd already removed all of his own clothes. "Like there's a chance in hell I'd say no to an offer like that."
It wasn't something he'd ever really indulged in, his past relationships all insisting he was too large and that they're rather just have sex and skip the foreplay. But after last night? Jacob realized he was big on foreplay. He could spend hours, weeks even, learning Nessie's body and never once grow bored. Every inch of her was too spectacular for him not to want to discover it.
She dropped to her knees before him, lightly kissed the tip of his shaft, just a teasing, fleeting brush of petal soft lips, before she engulfed him into the heat of her mouth.
"Fuck," he hissed, unprepared for how much he enjoyed her attentions. Or for her apparent skill.
This wasn't some hesitant, relcantant tease undertaken in the hopes of having him return the favor either. She devoured him, glorying in pleasuring him, and in doing so, owned him completely. It was a brutal assault on his nerves. Every single one roaring to life in an instant.
Her natural heat meant her mouth actually felt warm to him, a sensation he'd never before experienced, and one that already made this significantly more enjoyable. Just like last night had. His hands tangled in her wild curls, the strands appearing as bands around his wrists, imprisoning him. And he was her willing captive. Hers to do with as she pleased.
Ness took him deep, hollowing her cheeks to create a pleasurable suction and swirling her tongue over him. Their eyes locked, and she watched him while the pointed tip of her tongue ran up the length of the vein along the underside of his shaft. Her head bobbed, retreating to flick her tongue across the head, lapping up the leaking precum, only to draw his thickness into the cavern of her mouth once more.
When her hand came up to gently massage his balls, he lost it, control crumbling to pieces. His scrotum tightened, preparing for his imminent release.
"Ness!" he cried, warning her, but she just sucked harder, using her gift to show him releasing in her mouth.
The last did it, the image sending him over the edge and Jacob exploded, feeling himself empty in rough jets dragged out of him that she swallowed greedily.
"I want to taste you everyday," she boldly announced, looking up at him.
"Only if I get to taste you too," he said, utterly serious and hoping she'd want him to before they finished driving home.