Riding In Cars With Boys

Chapter 2 – I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby

Jacob's POV

We made it home in ten minutes and thankfully she didn't need the paper bag. She used the ground once we came to a stop in front of my house.

She stepped out, using the frame of the car for support. I caught her around the waist and pulled her to the door, dragging her feet across the pavement.

She fell through the door – literally – and crawled to the couch. She curled up in the middle and pulled the blanket off the back of it, draping it awkwardly over herself. Once she fell asleep, I'd move her to Rachel and Rebecca's old room, my sisters' that no longer lived with us.

It was easier to hide her there. My dad hated going in there because it hurt him too much. I felt bad doing it, but what else was I supposed to do? I couldn't let her go home like that.

I sighed and sat down heavily in the armchair. I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling in the dark. How things got so fucked up, I'll never know. How I got sucked into it was simple: I loved her too much to let someone else do it. The only person you can trust is yourself…

She groaned and rolled over, her head and arm hanging off the side, her hand resting on the ground.

I pushed up out of the chair and walked quietly to where she was. I put one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, cradling her to my chest like a small child. She curled into me and fisted her hand on my shirt.

I tried to walk as smoothly as I could, but it was hard; I was too tired to move gently. I nudged the door to my sisters' room open with the front of my shoe and set her on the bed gently. I kissed her forehead softly and pulled the blankets over her. She sighed, content in finding sleep.

I walked across the hall to my room, pausing at my dad's door to check on him. He was still there, snoring heavily. I walked into my room and sat on the edge of my bed. I took my shoes off slowly and then my shorts, leaving me in my boxers, white T-shirt, and socks. I climbed under the blankets and pulled them up around my face.

I was right on the edge of sleep when I heard the familiar creek of someone stepping just outside my door.

"Jake?" she whispered. I grunted in response.

She crossed the room and laid on my bed, fitting her body against mine, her front to my back. At first she just laid still, breathing steadily, and I thought she had fallen asleep. Then she threw her arm over me, her hand recklessly close to my belt line. My breath hitched in my throat. Her fingers wandered under my shirt, tracing circles gently on my stomach. Then they started to travel south and I grabbed her hand roughly in my own.

I sat up and turned my face to hers. She was lying still, watching my face with wide, innocent, doe eyes that didn't belong to her. They were glazed over and distant. She was a different girl.

"Please Jake?" she whispered heavily. "I promise I'll make it worthwhile."

I shook my head sadly and closed my eyes. She took that as encouragement and grabbed roughly at my boxers.

I pulled her wrists together and had to remind myself why exactly I had to tell her no.

"Nessie, we can't. You have a boyfriend, and you're under the influence," I said firmly. There was no room for reason in my voice.

She closed her eyes and sighed. "Jake, he's not my boyfriend, he just gives me what I want and I give him what he wants. And it's not sex. Trust me, I'm still a virgin. And who gives a flying fuck if I'm under the influence? It'll make it all the more interesting and wild. I can give you what you want Jake." Her voice was heady and slurred; the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

"I don't want to," I lied, working to make my voice harsh and cold.

Her face crumpled and she drew her hands back to her chest.

"You don't want me?" she asked, rejected.

"Not like this, high and drunk, only wanting sex as another distraction from the world going on around you. You're scared; you can't lie to me." I let all my pent-up annoyance flow out harshly in my words.

"You don't know what the hell you're talking about," she spat, hiding her eyes.

"Oh? Then, please, enlighten me," I said sarcastically.

"Shut the fuck up. Go back to sleep." Her eyes stayed hidden as she traced the patterns on the comforter.

"Gladly," I mumbled under my breath, lying back down.

She hesitated a minute before curling up against my body. I rolled my eyes but let it go. As long as she didn't try to go any farther, than I didn't really have a problem with it.

As I waited for the darkness to pull me under, my mind wandered back to what Ness had said. So she was still a virgin, huh? That was a surprise to me. I would've thought that was the way she paid him. But if that wasn't it then…

"Ness?" I murmured.

"Huh?" she asked picking her head up off the pillow.

"How can you afford all of it?" I wondered, hoping she wouldn't accuse me of sticking my nose where it didn't belong.

"My parents," she answered easily.

I thought that over. Well, it made sense. Her dad, Edward, was chief of medicine at the county hospital here in Miami, Florida. And her mom, Bella, was a physical therapist at the hospital. They raked in money and never used a half of it; they liked to live simply and didn't need the money. Ness never had to explain why she took the money, or the amount she took.

"Besides," she continued, "he'd rather have money than sex, something I'm very happy about."

"But then, why did you want to have sex with me?" I asked in shock and then regretted it.

She chuckled, low and throaty. My resolve wavered and I almost turned my face to hers, making our lips meet.

"Silly Jacob. Why wouldn't I want to have sex with you? You're everything I need in a man and more," she whispered the last line and moved her nose along my jaw.

I gulped. This had to be a trick, another way for her to get what she wanted.

So why not give her what she wants! My weak side fought my strong, an internal war that nearly killed me.

I shook my head and turned to glare at her. Her eyes weren't as distant, the glaze starting to fade. She was coming back down. Great.

"You need to get some sleep," I hinted.

"No, I need you," she said seductively, peering up from under her incredibly long lashes.

I tried to speak around the lump in my throat, but all that would fit around it was air. I closed my mouth and stared at her wordlessly, hoping to convey what I couldn't say.

She placed two fingers on my chin and walked them up to my bottom lip. She pulled it down gently and put the tip of her finger in my mouth. I closed my eyes and tried my very hardest to keep every part of me from reacting, focusing on some more than others. She leaned her head in and pulled her finger down my chin to my chest, playing with the neck of my shirt. She peered up at me again, her eyes glazing over again, but it was a different high now. Her breathing was heavy, her chest moving against my arm from her frenzied heartbeat. She leaned her head in even closer to mine, her lips very lightly resting against my own, hovering above them. I tried to find reason in my mind but it was hard with her smell filling my mind, making it impossible to react in any other way than want.

Before I could make my mind react logically, and throw her out of my bed, her lips met mine. It was soft and warm, sweet and building; I closed my eyes. The heat and electricity coursed between us. She moved one hand to my hair, taking in a fistful, while the other grabbed my shirt roughly. I couldn't think of anything other than her delicious lips on mine, something I had wanted so badly for so long. The part of my brain that maintained sanity screamed at me. I tried to open my eyes, but my weaker side was the stronger side at the moment and it felt like I had no control of my own body. The hand in my hair stayed while the one holding tight to my shirt released its grip and trailed slowly down my stomach making me shiver. My hands, no longer under my control, gripped her hair and pulled her ever closer to me.

She swung her leg over me, straddling my stomach. Our lips stopped for a minute, both of us trying to catch our breath. I'm sure she could feel my little friend standing at attention but she didn't seem to mind. Her lips crashed down on mine, and it was no longer sweet, it was hungry. I reacted to her intensity, moving one of my hands to the small of her back, bowing her body into mine. Her chest rested on mine and I could feel the pounding of her heart, synchronized with my own. All the while her hands continued their journey down. They met the elastic band of my boxers and ran across it, back and forth.

One of her fingers curled under the elastic, testing the boundaries. My eyes snapped open and met hers. They were staring down at me, dark and full of lust. She was hungry. And she wanted me to feed her. Our tongues were dancing in our mouths when she suddenly plunged her hand in my pants. I groaned and pulled my mouth away from hers. She sat up and removed her hand from me. She pulled her shirt over her head and I gasped. No bra. Great.

She bit her lip and smiled at me. Her head inclined towards mine again but I turned my head and she met my cheek. She sat up again, her face confused.

"We can't do this," I said, breathless.

"Why not?" She demanded, breathless as well.

"Because, this is wrong. You're still high, Ness. And you don't really want to do this," the words burned my throat, acid on my tongue.

"Yes I do. I was the one to make the first move!" she exclaimed.

I met her eyes, trying to avoid her perfect chest. "I can't, I'm not ready."

She huffed. "Well, fuck you Jacob Black! There are plenty of other guys who would love to do me. I don't need you."

"Fine. Go find another guy. But you did say that I was all the man you would ever need," I reminded her angrily.

She laughed darkly. "Whatever. I'm out. Give me my damn shirt." She held out her hand and I set her shirt in it, not letting go.

Her eyes met mine and I could see the hurt and rejection in them.

"Get some rest," I told her gently.

She rolled her eyes. Then she got a glint in her eyes and leaned in closer till her mouth was at my ear. "If you tell anyone about tonight, I'll happily cut your dick off."

I smirked. She stood up, read the look on my face, and then scowled at me, throwing her shirt over her head and stomping out of the room.

I lay down, exhausted enough now to finally get to sleep.

My eyes closed and in seconds, I was pulled into the darkness of unconsciousness.

!#$#!

The morning light slanted in through my window, casting long shadows across my floor.

I groaned and rolled over. Thank God it was the weekend. I couldn't handle school today.

I walked into the bathroom and did my morning routine.

When I walked into the living room after, on my way to the kitchen, I heard whistling. It wasn't my dad's deep, gravelly voice, it was high and light, a woman's voice.

I walked into the kitchen and was assailed by amazing scents. Cinnamon and eggs, the sweetness of French toast and strawberries.

I sat down and she turned to look at me. A blush colored her skin when her eyes met mine. This was the girl I fell in love with.

"Where's my dad?" I wondered.

"He left early, fishing with Chief Swan," she said, smiling. The chief was her grandpa. It was sort of ironic.

"Oh, that's great. Does he know you're here?"

She turned her whole body towards me. "I don't know. I assume you didn't tell him?"

I shook my head.

She waited for more. I kept my face away from hers. She sighed and turned back to the stove.

When she finished, she sat across from me at the table and placed the food on the table.

"I was serious last night, you know."

Her statement confused me and I looked at her, puzzled.

She kept her eyes on her plate. "Don't tell anyone about last night."

"Oh. No I wasn't planning on it," I murmured.

"Good. Because I don't know what I'd do with a dick." She was trying not to smile, and failing.

"Oh, I think I know…," I smirked.

She gasped. "Jacob!" She picked up the newspaper from the table and threw at my head. I ducked out of the way and it hit the wall with a low thud. I laughed at her face and she narrowed her eyes.

I was laughing and my eyes closed. She picked up the pan of eggs and flipped the eggs out at me.

I gasped then narrowed my eyes.

Her eyes widened and she shot up from the table. I chased her around the house with the bottle of syrup until she called truce.

We finished with breakfast and I helped her with the dishes.

"Plans for tonight?" I wondered. We were lying on the living room floor staring up at the ceiling.

"No, I think maybe I'll go home. Just for a little while," she added quickly.

"Oh."

She sighed. "Look, I know you don't approve, but I don't really care. So just deal with it."

"I didn't say anything." Though, I should have.

Her eyes narrowed. "I know."

We lapsed into silence. This wasn't the way I wanted things to be. I wanted to be with the girl that I loved, not some troubled soul trapped in the most glorious body.

But then, life is never easy. And love is most difficult.

A/N: okay! This is sort of a continuation of chapter 1, but it's still chapter 2… This was my first try at what almost happened before so tell me if it was any good, or if I should never do that again lol. As you know, REVIEW! Thank you :)
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Kelly