Jacob Have I Loved
Chapter 8
"Thanks for walking me home." I show my appreciation to Jake as we casually stroll along the wooded path to my parents' house. Steph practically begged me earlier to allow her to give Embry a ride home from the dance without my company, and I graciously obliged. She had come to my aid too many times to count the past week. It was my gift to her. Plus, Jake offered to walk me home right after he overheard her pleas, and I was all too happy to accept.
"Sure, sure." Jake peers up at the moon hidden amongst the clouds. Thankfully, it's not raining tonight, which is unusual for our area. "Quil didn't look too happy that I was walking you home though."
"He'll get over it." I snicker at him, pulling my army jacket tighter to invite more warmth. We walk in silence for several more minutes. The only sound that can be heard is the scuffing of our feet against the wet pavement, and then, I nosily prod, "So, have you heard anything from that Forks girl we met last week?"
"You mean Bella?" He looks over at me, his eyes glistening in the moonlight. My breath quickens in response.
"Yeah." I loudly gasp for air and clear my throat.
"My dad took me with him over to her dad's house a few days ago." He smiles, turning his gaze from mine. "She's seems pretty nice. Anyway, I think she's dating Dr. Cullen's son, Edward. My dad didn't seem too happy about it." He chuckles briefly, sighing.
"Oh." My insides are about to burst with elation at Jake's answer. Good, here's my chance to get that Bella girl off his mind. I searchingly rack my brain to find something else to talk to him about. "So, are you excited about baseball season coming up?"
"Who isn't?" Jake responds, and then, dead silence again.
"How's the Rabbit coming along?" I try harder to make him talk to me.
"Ok, I guess. Still need a few parts." He replies, looking down at the wet path. Man, what is wrong with me? Doesn't he want to talk to me? Why is he so quiet all of a sudden? He normally would have talked my ears off by now. Oh, right, we literally made out earlier today. Things will never be normal between us again.
We finally reach my house, and Jake continues to walk with me up to my front door. My parents have driven to Port Angeles for dinner and a movie, so I'll have the house to myself until at least eleven. An idea suddenly pops into my head.
"Jake, you wanna come in for some cake?" Cake? What is he? A five-year-old? I mentally slap myself for the umpteenth time this week.
"Sure, your mom always makes the best." Jake agrees, holding the screen door open for me, as I fumble with my keys. YES! I widely grin as I open the door, my heart soaring in jubilation.
As we enter the house, I shake off my jacket and hook it on the coat rack. Jake does the same with his, following me into the kitchen. I hurriedly retrieve a plate from the cupboard and a knife and fork from the drawer beside the refrigerator, my hands shaking nervously. As I open the plastic container, in which my mother keeps her famous chocolate cake, I can sense Jake is standing right behind me.
"Jess, about earlier today . . ." His palms grasp my elbows from behind, making my knees almost buckle at his touch. I spin around, and he tucks the loose strands of hair behind my left ear and cups his right hand around my cheek. He then stares longingly into my eyes, and my mind forgets all about the cake.
"Yes." I nervously swallow, my mouth completely dry. I can't move; it's like he has me in a trance.
"I really liked it." Jake's lips shape into a smirk, his eyes never parting from mine. The sweet scent of his breath leaves me completely inebriated.
"Me too." I confess, my being pulsating from the inside out. I can't take the tension anymore, and I fiercely press my lips to his. He instantly returns my kiss, grabbing the sides of my head with both palms. I feel every inch of me aching for him as his tongue begins to explore my mouth.
Jake's hands move slowly down my body, and he ferociously clutches my bottom with his strong fingers. He then breaks free from my lips, lifting me up onto the kitchen counter and positioning his body in between my legs. I lean my head back, relishing in the warmth of his body next to mine. My wedge-heeled pumps fall violently to the floor as he begins to kiss down my neck and onto my chest. The sensation of his soft lips against my skin leaves me breathless, and the area in between my legs begins to hungrily burn for him.
"Jess, I've liked you for awhile now." Jake's lips are right under my ear, his intoxicating breath on my neck. "I've been dreaming of this moment with you."
"Me too, Jake." I smile, my eyes almost welling up with tears. YES! YES! YES! My dream is coming true.
His ripened lips are on mine again, and his fingers languidly move up my thighs under the fabric of my dress. Thank God, I wore a dress, I tell myself, and clean underwear. Thank God, I shaved my legs earlier today! I hurriedly reach between his arms to unbutton and unzip his jeans. As I unhook the button, he suddenly pulls away.
"Wait a minute, Jess." Jake's breath is deep and uneven, his lips red from the severe contact with mine. "I think we might be rushing things just a bit."
I close my legs, pulling my dress back over my knees, disappointed. "Maybe, you're right. I'm sorry." I sigh, placing my elbows on my knees and running my hands through my hair.
"Don't be sorry." He takes my hands into his. "I should be the one apologizing. I enjoyed myself a little bit too much, I think." Jake smirks and shakes his head as if trying to fight the urge to lunge at me again.
Don't apologize, Jake. Make love to me. NOW! I shake away my thoughts as well and pull his palms up to my lips.
"How long have you felt this way about me?" Jake asks as I gently kiss his hands.
My cheeks immediately flush, and I embarrassingly answer, "About a year, maybe."
"Why didn't you just say something?" He pulls me to him again. "I would have asked you out."
"Why didn't you anyway?" I say, and he starts to kiss me, openmouthed, not holding anything back. Then, he stops and confesses, "Because I'm an idiot." He exaggeratedly rolls his eyes and smiles.
I laugh, parting my knees and inviting him between them again. His arms urgently bring my body closer to his, and I'm about to explode with desire as our lips meet again.
"Anybody home?" My dad's voice calls from the front door, causing my eyes to open in alarm. I hear his car keys jangling in his grip as the wooden door slams shut.
Jake speedily pushes away from me, buttoning his jeans, and I hop off the counter, my heart pounding in my chest. I frantically adjust my dress, wipe his taste from my lips with the back of my hand, and comb my fingers through my straight, black tresses. Then, I immediately begin to cut Jake a piece of cake as a diversion.
"Hey, Jake!" My mom happily exclaims, entering the kitchen. "What are you doing here?"
"He wanted some dessert." I fight back my urge to chuckle, almost unsuccessfully. The sides of my mouth turn up slightly as I hand him the small plate of cake. Jake is holding in his fit of laughter as well, pressing his lips into a hard line and taking the saucer from my hands.
"Okay, well." My mom looks at me and then at him, her expression perplexed. My dad's footsteps are already on the stairs. "Don't stay up too late. We've got to work the market tomorrow, Jessica honey."
"I know. Goodnight, Mom." I tell her as she turns to trot up the stairs.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Burnside." Jake politely responds, smiling at me from ear to ear.
"Call me Melissa, Jake. I've told you a thousand times." And with that, she is gone.
"Whoa, that was close." Jake whispers, blowing air forcefully from his mouth. He carefully slides the saucer of cake back onto the counter. "Is your heart beating as fast as mine?"
"Possibly, but I bet mine's beating faster. It was my parents." I smile at him, blushing profusely.
"Maybe, we should call it a night." He elaborately sighs, disappointed as much as I am.
"Ok." I reluctantly agree, and he begins to head toward the front door. After pulling open the door, he suddenly spins around and grabs my face again, kissing me one last time dead on the lips. This kiss is urgent, one of nothing but pure longing.
"Goodnight." Jake whispers right into my mouth as he pulls away. Then, he retrieves his jacket and disappears into the darkness of the night.
I close the door behind him and press my body weakly against the door. I am left in a daze, my soul thrilling at the night's events. I can't believe it happened. Jake wants me. His lips, his hands, his body—they all felt so right, so warm, so sexy. They couldn't all possibly belong to a fifteen-year-old boy.
I slowly slide down the surface of the door, falling to the carpeted floor and putting my head between my knees. I giddily laugh to myself, and I can't wait to see him again. Damn, I can't wait to tell Steph!
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