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Chapter Eighteen
Miley's POV
Jake and I walked to my house, trying to be quiet. There is no way I can face my dad right after I just told him that I am pregnant. I am sure that he is going to really mad when he sees me. When he sees Jake though, he will explode.
So far, he hasn't noticed us, because he was too busy watching racing on TV.
We climbed slowly up the stairs, being as sneaky as possible. Jake just had to pretend he was a spy, just like in Mission Impossible or something.
We got to the top of the stairs, when suddenly, Jake stops being so sneaky. I heard a loud squeak come from the floor.
"Is someone up there?" I heard my dad's voice nearing us.
We quickly walked into my bedroom, and shut the door silently.
We heard my father reach the top step, and say, "Must be that darn mouse again!"
Once the sound of my dad cheering for his favorite racer came back, we calmed down, and sat on my bed.
"So Miley, now that we don't have to worry about you getting, you know, pregnant, since you already are, maybe we can..." Jake's voice trailed off, and he scratched the back of his head.
"I don't know if we should, especially with my dad downstairs and all," I replied, and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Oh, okay. You never let me have my way, do you?"" he asked with a wicked grin.
"Maybe, but just this once," I said, "but let's go in the closet so my dad won't hear anything." I saw him blush, and I knew that I was probably just as red.
We walked into my Hannah closet, and I began planting small kisses on his lips.
Soon, he moved his lips away, and began sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. He carefully slid his hand up my shirt, and played with the part holding my bra together, and finally, it fell to the floor.
I pushed Jake to the couch in my closet, and jumped on top of him.
I began unbuttoning his button-down shirt as he nibbled on my earlobe. I threw it to the ground somewhere near the door, and he started lifting my shirt above my head.
We kissed passionately, and he held each other tightly.
As my bare breasts rubbed against his chest, he stroked my hair, and deepened the kiss more than I ever knew was possible.
When we were both completely undressed and under a blanket on the couch, we were completely out of breath. (I have no idea why there was a blanket in there, but whatever.)
We laid there while catching out breath, and it felt good to be so close to him.
He traced around my chest with his index finger, and his hand slowly crept up to my breast.
I was going to stop him when he grabbed at it, but that is the least of what we have done. And anyway, why would I want to stop it when it felt to incredibly good?
As one of his hands continued feeling my upper chest, his other hand went down to my backside, and squeezed.
Wow, I cannot believe that this is only his second time... I sure hope it is, because we have only done it once before.
"Jake, have you ever done it with anyone else?" I asked as I sat up, pushing his hands away from me.
"Of coarse, babe," he replied, and reached for me again.
"Then how did you get so good?" I asked. Why on earth am I doubting him? We should be trusting each other, so I should just let it good.
"I guess I'm a natural," he said, and we got into the position that we had been in before.
We started kissing again, and I felt his tongue up against my lower lip, waiting for an entrance into my mouth. My lips slightly parted, and out tongues collided. This felt so good!
Last time we had done this, it had not been nearly this good because we were in a cramped bathroom stall, and it was still good. But this was at least ten times better than that.
The way he touched my body was just perfect. He knew exactly how to touch me, and I knew how to touch him too.
I moaned in ecstasy, and I let him do what he wanted to me, not caring what it was, because he could make me happy know matter what.
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I woke up the next morning, and found myself in Jake's arms. I looked at my surroundings, and saw that I was in my Hannah closet. Good thing I remembered to lock the door, or my dad might have walked in on us. I still can't believe that I actually agreed to do that. I have to admit, it was great, but wrong.
I walked around the room, gathered my scattered clothes, and slid into them.
I sat back down at the couch at Jake's feet, and began to think back to what happened yesterday. Everything he did was perfect, yet so imperfect. It was imperfect because I continuously thought about whether I was his first. But finally, I stopped thinking, and just started doing.
I saw Jake's eyes were slowly opening, and he had a tired look on his face. He saw me, and smiled happily.
"Hey, babe," he said, and leaned forward for a quick kiss.
"Good morning, Jake," I replied. "I still cannot believe that I actually gave into that." My smile shrank a little.
"So you didn't like it?" he asked.
"Would I have let you continue if I hadn't liked it?" I asked, my smile growing bigger than it had been.
"Okay, you have a point there," he said, and kissed me again. This time, it was not just a small kiss on the cheek, but a deep kiss on the lips.
He asked for access into my mouth by pushing it against my lips gently, but I denied the access.
"What's wrong, Miles?" he asked after being rejected a deeper kiss.
"I would much prefer if we continued this when you are dressed," I said with a grin on my face. "Who knows what we might end up doing... again."
"But you liked last night," he argued.
"That does not mean I always want sex, Jake."
"Okay," he said, and walked over to where his boxers were, and put them on. "Is that good enough?"
"All of your clothes," I said, and pointed to his pants that were underneath my shoe shelves.
He walked over to his pants, put them on, and then put on his shirt.
"Now, we can continue," I said, and this time granted him access into my mouth.
His tongue explored the inside on my mouth, when he finally just decided to kiss me deeper and deeper.
Once out of breath, I pulled back. "We need to stop. My dad is probably wondering where I was last night because he probably checked my room to see that I was not there."
"Yeah, you're right. But how am I going to get past your dad?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my shoulder.
"We should just tell him the truth. I mean, he is probably going to want to talk to both of anyway," I said, looking down. I can't believe that I just said that.
We walked down the stairs, and I saw my dad frying some eggs. "Good morn--" he stopped in mid-sentence as soon as he saw Jake right behind me. "Um, why Jake here?" he asked with his eyebrows raised.
"He kinda, uh, spent the night," I said, looking down. There is no way I am going to see the look on my dad's face. He is going to be mad, upset, disappointed, and serious all at the same time.
When I finally did look up seconds later, I saw that he was none of these things. He had a blank expression on his face.
"Bud, if you are old enough to be fooling around with just anybody, I think you are old enough to be raising the kid by yourself. Absolutely no help from me," he said, his expression changing to something unreadable.
"Dad, he is not just any boy, he is the love of my life," I said, offended that he would think that I was sleeping with just anybody. "Do you think that I am a whore or a prostitute?"
"No Miley. I just don't think that you even know what love is!" he snapped back.
"Fine dad! I will take care of this kid alone. I am an adult, and I think that I should be treated like one!" I yelled.
"Do you want to pay the bills in this house?" he asked with anger in his voice.
"She won't have to. Miley, do you want to move in with me?" Jake asked, holding me protectively.
"Yeah Jake. I think I will," I said, and smirked at me dad.
We walked out of the door hand in hand.
Author's Note!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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