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Ch10: Late Night Calls

Leah squinted at the tiles Jacob had placed on the Scrabble board. "Are you certain Laodicean is a word?" She had set up the game on a table on the back porch. The shades were drawn over the pocket doors and Jacob had started a fire in the fireplace to counter the chill invading the space.

"Of course it's a word." He said defensively.

"What does it mean?"

"It's lukewarm or indifference to politics or religion. I like the music," he added in the same breath. "What station is that?"

"It's not the radio. It's my iPod." Leah had loaded her iPod with hundreds of songs from her CD collection. She picked up her cell phone and pressed a button.

Jacob shook his head. "You're too much for the heart, Doc." She had selected King of Leon's "Sex on Fire" as a ring tone.

Leah flashed a dimpled smile while adding up Jacob's tiles. "I'm going to give you that one because I'm tired of looking up words." A well-worn dictionary rested on a corner of the table. She picked up several tiles and placed them on the board. "M-e-p-o-b-a-m-a-t-e. Read it and weep, lover," she taunted.

Crossing muscular arms over his chest, Jacob glared at Leah's lowered lids. "What is that?"

"It's a bitter carbonate used as a tranquilizer."

He waved his hands. "Hold up, Doc. No medical terms."

She sucked her teeth. "You can't make up the rules as we go along. That should be established from the onset. Besides, weren't you the spelling bee prodigy?"

"Oh, it's like that baby girl?"

"Yes it is, baby boy."

"Okay. I'll concede to you using medical terminology, but if I win can I do what I want to you?"

Leaning over the table, she flashed a sensual smile. "Should I be afraid?"

"You should be very, very afraid."

"Are you going to give me a hint of what you intend to do?" She raised her eyebrow.

Jacob wiggled his eyebrows. This Leah he liked. She was soft, teasing. He had experienced her rage when she thought he had shot at her, and he saw her professional side when she bared orders like a drill sergeant before she had operated on Terry.

When they had lain on the bed together he had told her things about his past he had never revealed to any woman—even women with whom he had had more than a passing relationship. He didn't know what it was about the tall, slender doctor with the mop of raven curls, large dark brown eyes and dimpled smile that had him pretending they were married. He wasn't commitment or marriage phobic, yet he had never entertained the notion with another woman.

"If you concede now, then I'll show you."

Leah's impassive expression didn't change when her gaze shifted from the board to the man sitting only a few feet across the table from her. "I didn't make it in a male dominated profession to concede a board game to a man with an overblown ego."

"Is that what you think, Leah? That I have an overblown ego?"

"It's not what I think, Jacob Black. It's what I know."

"I'm not going to apologize because I did well in school."

"And I don't expect you to," she countered. "What if the tables were reversed, Jacob, and I asked you to concede? There is no doubt you would have had a few choice words for me. And I want you to remember one thing."

"What's that, wifey?"

Leah's mouth tightened, struggling not to spew the expletives poised on the tip of her tongue. "Didn't I tell you not to call me that?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"I find it demeaning. It's like a man calling his wife his bitch or old lady."

There were only the sounds of Brandy singing a hauntingly beautiful ballad, the crackle of burning wood, followed by the hiss of falling embers behind the decorative fireplace screen when Leah and Jacob stared at each other. They had agreed to pretend they were married, but the strange thing was they were verbally sniping at each as if they were actually married.

Jacob nodded. "I'm sorry. Will you accept my apology?"

Although Leah thought she saw his lips twitch, she decided not to prolong the issue. "Yes. Apology accepted."

She had always tried to avoid verbal exchanges; she had found them unsettling and most times nothing was resolved. It had been that way in her arguments with Sam. It was always his way, or not at all.

"Is it my turn?" Jacob asked.

Leah turned the rotating board and nodded.

Rubbing his hand along his jaw, he studied the tiles on the board, and then glanced at the ones on his rack. He picked up all of his letter tiles. "I believe this is a word you're quite familiar with, darling." He drawled with supreme confidence.

Leah didn't want to believe she had been bested when she saw the word. "Variloa," she whispered. "It's the virus that causes smallpox." Pushing back her chair, she rounded the table and wrapped her arms around Jacob's neck. "Congratulations." She didn't want to tell him that it was the first time in years she had lost a game of Scrabble.

Easing her down to his lap, Jacob nuzzled Leah's ear. "Thank you. And I thank you for being a gracious loser."

Pulling back, she studied his face. "Did you think I was going to throw a tantrum?"

"No. But I do know that you're very competitive."

Her eyebrows lifted a fraction. "And you're not Jacob?"

"Only a little," he grudgingly admitted.

Leah sucked her teeth loudly, a habit her mother detested. She had lost count of the number of times she had been punished whenever she had sucked her teeth or rolled her eyes at Sue Clearwater. Her mother, who had been raised by her grandmother after her parents were killed in an automobile accident, was old fashioned when it came to child rearing. It had become a source of contention between Sue and her mother-in-law, along with the fact that Sue was completely inept in the kitchen.

"Liar," she whispered, brushing her mouth over his. A soft gasp escaped her parted lips when Jacob came to her feet. His hands tightened under her knees when he carried her over to the chaise.

He placed her on the leather covered chair, his body following hers down. "I'm only competitive when it comes to my woman."

Leah tried to make out his features in the semidarkness. There was only the light from the fire and the floor lamp near the table. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo against her ribs. "Am I your woman, Jacob?"

"You doubt me, babe?"

She shook her head. "I don't know." Leah didn't recognize her own voice; it had dropped an octave.

Increasing the pressure of his groin against hers, Jacob trailed kisses along the column of her neck. "That means I'm going to have to show you. I'm going to make love to you, but I don't want you to touch me."

Leah froze. "That's impossible."

"No, it's not baby. Now close your eyes and relax." He wanted to put her through an exercise based on trust, an exercise similar to when a person fell backward hoping someone would catch them before they hit the floor or ground.

"Where do you want me to put my hands?"

"Rest them on the arms of the chair. Take a deep breath, hold it and then breathe out through your mouth." He smiled when her breasts rose then fell under the T-shirt that was at least several sizes too big for her. Jacob wondered if it had belonged to her late fiancé.

Jacob found it odd that Leah had been engaged to marry Sam Uley. She hadn't spoken of an undying love for the man whom she had planned to spend the rest of her life. Had she, he wondered, just wanted to be married, or had she accepted his proposal out of a warped sense of obligation? After all, they had been living together.

He and Leah were living together, if only for the summer, and he had convinced her to go along with the subterfuge of their being husband and wife. If he were given a lie detector test then Jacob would be forced to admit that he didn't want to let Leah go, that he wanted to spend all of his waking and sleeping hours with her.

It wasn't just her face, dimpled smile, curly hair, slim curvy body and intelligence, but her spunkiness and frankness that held him enthralled. If she wanted something, she asked for it. If she didn't like something, then she was quick to make it known.

She was the first and only woman with whom he had played house, and he enjoyed cooking, shopping, sharing meals and a bed with Leah. Jacob wasn't certain how long he would live under the same roof with her, but he planned to enjoy it for as long as the opportunity presented itself.

Jacob waited until Leah appeared to be totally relaxed: her breathing was deep, even and her hands lay limply on the cordovan leather arms. Reaching for the chenille throw on the back of the chaise, he angled Leah until she lay on the soft fabric.

"I'm going to turn over—don't open your eyes, babe." He warned in a soft tone. "and I'd like you to rest your head on your arms."

Leah decided to play along with Jacob. When he had proposed her permitting him to do whatever he wanted to her if he beat her at Scrabble, she had searched her mind wondering what he had intended. So far, so good, she thought, turning over on her belly.

A soft moan escaped her parted lips when Jacob massaged her calf muscles. His hands moved up to her thighs, then reversed themselves to linger on her feet. She felt as if she had been drugged. Blood flowed sluggishly in her veins, her limbs felt like lead and she couldn't move if her life depended on it. She didn't know what Jacob was doing to her but whatever it was, she wanted it to continue—forever, if possible.

Leah had massages in the past—Swedish, deep tissue, aromatherapy, hot stone and reflexology. It was as if Jacob had combined them, making her feel as if she were floating outside of herself.

"What are you doing to me?" she mumbled. He had increased the pressure on her inner thighs.

"I'm trying to get you to relax."

"I am relaxed, Jacob."

"No, you aren't. There's still some tension in your lower extremities."

There was tension because his hands were doing things to her body that fired her libido. His hands were making love to her. "What are you going to do when I'm totally relaxed?"

Moving up on the chaise, Jacob pressed his mouth to Leah's ear. "As they say in your romance novels, I'm going to have my way with you."

She moaned again. His fingers were now working their magic on her butt. She gasped when the area between her legs grew moist. "How do you know what's in a romance novel if you haven't read one?" Leah had to talk, if only to keep her mind off the throbbing in between her legs.

"My mother has read them for years, and one day I picked one up to see what had her so addicted. I laughed when reading about a man root or throbbing manhood. Why not say penis or dick and be done with it?"

"The books have evolved to where the author can use penis and erection. And some books labeled erotica are actually soft porn."

Images from some porn flicks popped into Jacob's head when he slid a hand under Leah's belly to unbutton her shorts and pull down the zipper. "What do you know about porn baby?"

"My girlfriends at college used to throw monthly porn parties. Whoever hosted the party always selected the movie and supplied the food and beverages. My roommate and I were pre-med, so we weren't into serial dating. By my sophomore year I had sworn off men, so we were more than willing to host a monthly porn night. Everyone liked to come to our apartment because of Angela's cooking. I paid for the food, so we were able to step it up when we offered more than chicken wings and cheap beer."

Jacob chuckled, the sound coming from deep in his throat. "You were a bunch of nasty girls."

Leah sucked her teeth loudly." Surely you jest, Jacob. I'm willing to bet you have a porn collection, along with girlie magazines with naked women with their legs so wide open you could see their—"she swallowed an inaudible gasp when she found herself naked from the waist down. Jacob had removed her shorts and panties in a smooth continuous motion. "What are you doing?"

Jacob flipped Leah over as if she were a small child, anchoring his hands under her knees and raising her hips until his face was between her legs. He didn't give her time to react when he rested her legs over his shoulders. It was impossible for her to wiggle out of his grasp.

Cradling her hips in one hand, he feasted when his rapacious tongue searched the folds until he found the opening he sought. His mouth was masterful, possessive, his tongue plunging inside the quivering flesh, tasting and branding Leah as his own. He didn't know what it was about her that made him make love to her so intimately, but he couldn't stop himself. It was as if he had to have Leah Clearwater—all of her at all times.

Leah was drowning in a maelstrom of pleasure. Her curiosity about oral sex was dispelled with the slow, deliberate licking and suckling of Jacob's tongue and mouth. She had waited more than twenty years to experience the full extent of her femininity, but the wait was worth it because of the man with his face between her legs.

I want to lose myself in love.

Let me have you completely.

If I give you all my trust.

Can I just let me go?

The words from Brandy's "Fall" reverberated in her head as Leah tried concentrating on anything but the telling ripples sweeping over her body. She was going to have an orgasm. She didn't want to climax, because then it would be over when she had wanted it to last, to go on and on and on and on.

But passion—long denied—would not be denied. Her body stiffened, her hips rising even higher as a shudder shook her. She relaxed but only to have another orgasm seize her. This one was stronger, long and Leah threw back her head and screamed. The screams overlapped one another as the orgasms kept coming.

It was as if she had been in a coma. And in the time where she had come out of the darkness and into the light, she felt her heart swell with emotion so strong, so totally foreign that she didn't know who she was.

To those who were familiar with her, she was Leah Clearwater, second child and only daughter of former CEO of Clearwater International, Ltd. Harry Clearwater and his wife Sue Clearwater. At the moment she had forgotten her name, her profession and why she had come to North Carolina. Everything ceased to exist except the man who made her feel things she had only imagined.

It didn't matter that she knew so little about Jacob Black, that he had told her more about his military experience than he did his family. What mattered was how he made her feel. Perhaps she had to sleep with other men who had left her less than fulfilled to appreciate the one who did.

Now she understood what her first serious boyfriend meant when he said it wasn't about love, but lust. Closing her eyes, Leah breathed out the last of her passion as her trembling body went still, then limp.

Jacob felt his own desire swell as Leah's ebbed. Bringing her pleasure had turned him on, but he knew nothing would come of it. He had taken the responsibility of using protection, and he didn't want to complicate their short lived relationship with a baby. After he brought Embry in, he would go back to Washington and either wait for his next assignment or reassignment. Leah would return to Miami for the trial, and once it was over she would go back to practicing medicine. If luck was with him, then he would hope to have at least three months with her before the curtain came down on their staged performance.

Lowering her legs, he moved up the length of her body, supporting his weight on his elbows. A knowing smile touched his mouth. "How do you feel?"

Leah smiled, but didn't open her eyes. "I'm so relaxed I could fall asleep right here."

"It's too cold to sleep down here tonight."

Leah opened her eyes. "We can get some blankets and sleep on the floor in front of the fire."

"We'll rough it another time, princess."

"Speaking of roughing it," she said. "Will you go hiking and white water rafting with me if I plan an outing to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park?"

"Sure, Sure."

"I…." Jacob froze. The telephone was ringing. He gave Leah a long, penetrating stare before his gaze shifted to the handset on the table next to the chaise. The telephone's display read: Private. "Are you expecting a call?"

Her eyelids fluttered wildly. Leah was just as surprised as Jacob, only because the house phone rarely rang. The last call she had been her moth. And the lateness of the hour was also unexpected. It was after eleven.

"No, but I better answer it." Leaning to her left, she picked up the receiver. "Hello." Her greeting was shaded in neutral tones.

"Miss Clearwater?" asked a man with a soft, drawling voice that suggested he had spent most of his life in the South.

"Who's asking?"

"Is this Dr. Leah Clearwater?" he questioned again.

The indescribable lingering joy Leah felt when Jacob made love to her slipped away, leaving her cold and distant. "Look, mister, whoever you are, if you don't identify yourself, then I'm going to hang up."

Jacob recognized the expression of annoyance settle into Leah's features. He had seen it enough to know it didn't bode well for the person on the other end of the line. He pantomimed and mouth for her to push the speaker feature, giving her a thumbs of signal when she did.

"Good night—"

"I'm A.D.A. Edward Masen from the Dade County. D.A.'s office," he said, identifying himself. "If you're Dr. Clearwater then I would like to inform you that I have taken over D.A. Tyler Crowley's cases. I know it's rather late to be calling, but I was told to follow up on his cases listed as priority."

Leah's eyes were unusually large as she met Jacob's. She knew he was tense because of the twitching muscle in his jaw. "How did you get this number?" she had asked because Tyler Crowley had always called her cell phone, and she searched her memory to recall if she had ever given him the number to her North Carolina home. Her eyes grew wider when Jacob made a cutting motion across his throat.

"I'm sorry but you have the wrong person," she said and disconnected the call.

Jacob pried the receiver from her death like grip and set it in the cradle. "Do you recognize his name?"

Reaching over, Leah picked up her shorts and slipped into them. "No. I can't remember if I ever gave Mr. Crowley the number to this place."

"How did he contact you?"

"Most times he called my cell. There were a few times when he would leave voice mail messages on my phone in Miami, but never here." Her lids fluttered again. "If I didn't give him the number, then how did this guy get it Jacob?"

"If he is who he says he is, then it's very easy for him to get any of your listings. Did you inform the D.A.'s office that you were coming here?"

Leah tried to mask her uneasiness with a smile. First, there was breaking news that the lead prosecutor in the case in which she was to testify was kidnapped, and now his replacement had called wanting to verify whether she was Dr. Leah Clearwater.

"No, Jacob. I told you. Only my parent, brothers and grandmother know. And they would never give out any information about me."

"I don't want you to talk to anyone until I make a few telephone calls."

Her pulse quickened. "Who are you going to call?"

Leaning closer, Jacob kissed her cheek. "Someone who knows someone who hopefully will give me the answers I need." He said cryptically.

"You're not going to tell me?"

"Don't pout, baby girl," he teased when she pushed out her lips. "I'm bound confidentially not to reveal my sources."

"When are you going to call them?"

"It won't be until tomorrow," he lied smoothly. As soon as Leah went to bed he intended to call the Bureau.

Leah crawled in Jacob's lap, her arms going around his neck. Instinctively, she knew he was hiding something from her. Why, she mused, had he wanted her to end the conversation without confirming who she was?

When he had suggested they pretend to be married she had thought it silly and sophomore. It was something she had done as a teenager when she and a boy referred to each other as husband and wife if only to establish themselves as a couple. But she wasn't fourteen and she was much too old to play games. However, the kidnapping and this creepy call from a stranger had her emotions spinning out of control.

If Jacob wanted a make believe wife, then he was going to get one. She hadn't known him but a week, but there was one thing of which she was certain. She believed him when he said he would protect her.

"I'm going up to take a shower," Leah said, nuzzling his ear.

"I'll join you as soon as I put away the game and make sure the fire is out."

Not only did Jacob want to extinguish the fire, but he also planned to check all the doors, windows and call Lauren Mallory to request a background check on Edward Masen.

It took more than an hour for Lauren to get back to Jacob. The Bureau analyst had confirmed Edward Masen's claim that he worked out of the Dade County prosecutor's office. But that didn't explain why he had called Leah in North Carolina if her cell phone was her primary number. He wanted to call Seth Clearwater, but something told him that waking up the horse breeder would send him into panic mode.

Jacob decided to wait and then he would try to connect the missing puzzle pieces that were becoming more and more difficult with each passing day. He checked the windows and doors before going upstairs.

It was after one when he slipped into bed beside Leah. She stirred briefly and then settled back to sleep. It would become the first time he would sleep with her in her bedroom.

Had a long exciting day at school then a long night at my first time at work which included me almost falling off a ladder (I still don't know how that happened) and some crazy guy shouting 'Hallelujah' on the second floor for three hours. Literally three hours -_-. Me along with several other co-workers and the manager ended up talking him to leaving but it took forever. Then I refused to take the streets home so I hopped on the freeway completely forgetting that the 405 freeway was closed so I spent half a tank of gas turning around to get home. And in the end I still had to take the streets home lol. I learned my lesson I will never be doing that again.

Since this chapter was already written decided to post it up.

LC's Room is already written and being beta'ed & FWB first chapter is almost done

Would have had them up yesterday had I been off lol :)

but foreal both chapters of the other stories will be up by today

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