Jacob Have I Loved

Chapter 16

Two weeks have passed since that night at the bonfire and our little adventure to Forks. Quil's burn has completely healed, and he and Lindz have "officially" become an item. However, since Lindz (and Julie) lives in Forks, the two of them can't see each other every day like Jake and I can. Jared and Julie hit it off as well, and they have also been seeing each other any chance they can get.

Quil has done nothing over the past few days, but talk about how beautiful, sweet, and um, sexy Lindz is. Jake, Steph, the remainder of our friends, and I have all mastered the art of rolling our eyes whenever Quil brings up his lovelife. But I'm glad he's found someone other than me to obsess over. It brings a joyful, but devious, smile to my face. Happy because he's not eyeing my boobs anymore; devious because I can already see the future imprint of Lindz's hand on his left cheek. But I will digress for now.

Jake and I have not had sex since that night in Harry Clearwater's black Ford, the night I broke the handle off the door in the throws of passion. We've been talking on the phone every night like old friends—about music, school, how boring La Push is, and, most importantly to Jake, cars. He's hoping he can earn the necessary money needed to buy a few more parts for his Volkswagen Rabbit, so that he'll be able to take me out for a "spin." I'm thinking more of a "joyride" myself, one that ends in Jake and I christening his new ride in the backseat with a lover's tryst.

Jake has not even mentioned the notion of sex since we talked outside the hospital that Friday night. We've held hands, hugged, and even kissed when we've said goodbye to each other at school. But sex—nothing of the sort. I'm beginning to feel as if I am the man in the relationship. Isn't it supposed to be the guy who wants it all the time? It's funny how the tables can turn so quickly on you.

Well, it's a Friday night again, and Jake has promised to take me to the movies—an official date. Well, actually, I'm taking him in Harry's car. I am the one with the license, and Jake is still on restriction from driving. Since the closest theater is in Port Angeles, we set out about a hour and a half early, so that we can buy popcorn or Twizzlers before the movie starts. All the way to the theater, my mind is clouded by thoughts of how much I want to make love to Jake. The desire is almost consuming me body and soul. Despite Jake's attempts to make small talk with me in the car, I still can't seem to keep up with the conversation. I can sense Jake is getting frustrated with me.

"Are you okay, Jess?" Jake's eyes are wide in concern. "You've barely talked to me the whole time we've been driving."

"I'm sorry, Jake." I search my brain for a good lie to get him off my back. "I'm worried about my Algebra test today. I think I failed it." I frown, trying to muster up some fake tears. I'm unsuccessful though and a bad actress at that.

"I'm sure you made an A. You always do." Jake takes my hand into his, and I'm about to burst at the notion of his fingers doing more than holding my hand, like pressing between my legs . . .

"Jess! You just passed the theater!" Jake calls, waking me from my fantasy, and I immediately press the brake. Luckily, no one is behind me or their front bumper would be in Harry's trunk right about now. "Man, Jess, your driving sucks."

I decide to go along with his repartee, "Thanks for noticing. At least I have a license, young one."

Jake flashes me his pearly-white grin, causing me almost to forget that the car is at a standstill in the middle of traffic. A blaring horn jolts me from my trance, and I bear down on the accelerator, searching for a place to make a U-turn. The force from my sudden action causes Jake's head to fling back into the headrest of his seat.

"I need to get my license--and quick." Jake laughs, grasping the back of his head. I try to ignore his smart remark as I begin to turn the car around in a fast food restaurant's parking lot.

When we finally reach the theater, Jake asks if we can see the newly-released horror movie. It's one of those slasher films that started in the nineties and is now on its seventh sequel. Predictable and pointless, of course. The choice is totally up to me, he says. But I plan on getting some action later tonight—if you know what I mean—so I go along with his suggestion. My agreement to see the horror film seems to send him over the moon. I just hope all the blood and guts doesn't make me puke right in front of him. I don't want vomit breath when I attempt to seduce him later.

Jake purchases the tickets, lying about his age of course since the movie is rated R. He does in fact look older than me now like he's seventeen or even eighteen. He's so damn fine to look at; it almost hurts. I watch him with the female attendant at the concession stand as he buys us popcorn and drinks. He doesn't even seem to notice how pretty she is; he just glances back over at me and winks, leaving me smitten with the tickets held firmly in my palm. Despite my over-powering lust for his body, I truly and deeply love him with all my heart.

Once inside theater Number 2, we take our seats close to the front. I love sitting close to the screen, but I'm not sure that is such a good idea since we are seeing a slasher movie. Therefore, I suggest to Jake that we move back a few rows, and he reluctantly, but then willingly, agrees. At least I'm letting him see the movie he wanted, he tells me.

As the movie starts, a large, burly man with tattoos covering both exposed arms positions himself a few seats down from us. He has multiple piercings in his left ear, and he is completely bald. As if he notices me noticing him, he peers over at me, giving me the once over glance. A broad grin forms on his face, and I can feel butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. His apparent approval of my attire and my bare legs is now making me uncomfortable. Damn, I wish I hadn't worn this dress! I was only trying to make Jake want me. Now from the looks of it, it seems someone else wants me instead. Just my lucky day!

Looking away, I grab Jake's right hand and grip it tightly in an attempt to inform my admirer that I'm taken. I return my attention to him, and he is still staring at me with a wild hunger in his eyes. Jake is so busy munching on his popcorn, his eyes fixated on the silver screen, to even realize that someone is showing a fondness for his girlfriend.

My admirer then puckers his lips and motions his hands to his crotch as if he is inviting me to give him a blow job. I almost want to storm over there and kick his ass. But then on second thought, he is about twice my size and possibly much stronger than me. I wouldn't stand a chance.

Trying to block out his vulgar advances, I return my focus to the brainless eye candy on the screen and secretly hope I can make it through the movie without vomiting all over myself. It might be a better option than to see my admirer make any more sexual gestures with his hands at me.

When the credits finally roll and the lights go up, I nervously look over, and my admirer is now gone.

"Well, that was a complete waste of fifteen bucks. They can't decapitate the killer. Of course he's gonna come back in the next one as a spirit in someone's body. Don't they ever learn . . . what's wrong, Jess?" Jake stops his critique of the movie, noticing the worried look on my face.

"It's nothing. It's just the guy that was sitting at the end of the row was watching me the whole time. It made me feel a little uneasy." I confess to Jake, grabbing the popcorn tub from the theater floor.

"Why didn't you say something to me? We would've moved." Jake pulls me into his arms, and his beautiful eyes search the theater for possible suspects. "Where is he now? I feel like giving him a piece of my mind."

"No, Jake, he's gone now. Let's just forget about it. He's probably already on his Harley on his way to the strip club." I make an effort to make Jake laugh, relishing in the fact that he would protect me and stand up for me if the opportunity presented itself. It makes me want him even more.

My plan works, and Jake chuckles, retrieving our soda cups and taking my free hand as we walk out the theater into the lobby. After tossing our trash into the receptacles and exiting the theater's main entrance, Jake and I walk hand-in-hand toward Harry's black Ford. The air is rather chilly, and I break free from Jake's hand to rub my arms in an attempt to get warm. Jake chivalrously removes his flannel jacket and drapes it about my shoulders like a true gentleman. If he only knew the plans I have in store for him when we get back to my house. My mom is with my dad on a weekend getaway in Seattle, so we'll have the whole place, and I mean the whole place, to ourselves. I smile at the very notion.

As we near the car, I hear the noise of footsteps coming up behind us. Jake and I both spin around only to observe the familiar face of my admirer pacing his way toward us in the dark of the night. The parking lot seems to have been deserted all of a sudden; we are the only three souls standing on the wet pavement.

"Hey, there, girly! Would you like to come home with me tonight?" My admirer seems a little intoxicated for his speech is slurred. He stumbles slightly after making his request, making me shiver at the thought of even thinking about going with him.

"No, sir. I'm sorry, but the girl is with me. We don't want any trouble, so if you please, we'll be going now!" Jake then opens the driver's side door for me. "Get in, Jess, now!"

I follow Jake's command, hoping with all my heart and soul that my admirer won't hurt me or Jake for that matter. The butterflies have returned to my stomach, and I feel as if I'm about to hurl all over Harry's steering wheel.

"I said the girl's coming with me!" My admirer stammers out the words, staggering over to Jake's position beside the opened car door. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way! Your choice, kid!"

The man now grabs Jake by the throat, and Jake's hands immediately fasten around his attacker's wrists. He then throws Jake up against the car beside us, knocking the wind out of him and then releasing him to the pavement below.

"JAKE! OH, GOD, JAKE!" I cry out as Jake slumps to the ground apparently unconscious. "What did you do, you motherfucker?" I now exit the car and beat my fists against my admirer's chest with all my might in hysterics, causing Jake's jacket to fall carelessly to the pavement. I could kill this man for what he just did to Jake. I would gladly go to jail for it.

"Calm down, sweetcheeks." My admirer grips my arms around my wrists and pulls me to him in one forceful movement. His cold, callous, liquor-laced breath whispers lustfully into my left ear, "I saw the way you were looking at me in the theater. You want a man, not some little kid. I've got eight full inches for you right here, baby!" He then presses his pelvis up against my thighs, making me cringe at the thought of him forcing himself on me.

"I'm no kid, sir!" Jake stands up right behind my admirer. The man turns around, unlocking his grip on my arms, and Jake punches him right in the jaw. The attacker screams out in agonizing pain, clutching his mouth as it begins to ooze blood. "Is that man enough for you, cocksucker, or do you need more proof?" Jake punches him again in the stomach and then again on the back.

"Shit, man, that hurt!" My former admirer falls to the mercy of the wet pavement, and Jake yells at me as he reaches down to grab his jacket, "Get in the car, now! We have to go!"

I obey Jake's orders, jumping back into the driver's seat and fumbling with my keys to start the engine. Jake slams the passenger side door shut after climbing into his seat as well. Putting the Ford in reverse, I hurriedly back out the parking space and begin to steer our way back to the reservation.

"Is your hand okay?" I ask when Jake clasps his injured right hand with his left.

"It's fine." Jake bravely shakes off the pain. I know better though.

"We need to get some ice on it, Jake."

"Ok, but let's wait until we get back to your house. I don't want to risk being here when the cops come." Jake grabs my right hand, completely filling me with an overwhelming sense of safety and gratitude.

When we arrive back at my house, I park the car, and Jake follows me into the warmth of the place I call home. I've never been happier to be home in my life.

"Let's get some ice on that hand." I saunter into the kitchen, retrieving a Ziploc bag from the cupboard and filling it with ice from the freezer. Jake is now leaning against the kitchen sink, his injured hand positioned in his good one. I walk over to him, placing the bag of ice on top of his swollen hand.

After a few seconds of silence, I tell my savior, "Thanks, Jake."

"Nah, it was nothing. I'd take another ten thousand shots for you. You are the world to me." Jake peers down at me lovingly, his eyes dancing me with mine. He has me enraptured in his spell once again. His words fully melt me. "Jess . . ." Jake takes me into his arms, pressing his lips aggressively to mine. I taste the sweet, inebriating urgency on his lips, and I hear the small thud of the bag of ice as it lands forgotten on the linoleum floor.

Jake then lifts me up, not even seeming to care about his hurt hand, turns, and sits me on top the counter beside the sink. I part my knees, and he places his body in between my legs. My fantasy of making love to him in the kitchen is about to become a reality. It is something I have been craving over the past few weeks—more than anything.

I reach down, still kissing him passionately, and unfasten the button on his jeans. After I unzip them, Jake reaches under the fabric of my dress and pulls off my panties violently in one swift movement. He tosses them beside us on the counter.

"I brought something this time." Jake retrieves something from his jeans pocket and holds it up for me to see. A condom. Like a good boy scout, Jake has come prepared. "I hoped this would happen tonight."

I chuckle and grab the condom from his hands, and he smirks at me as I open it right before his eyes. Jake then pulls down his jeans along with his boxers. I take his cock into my hands and carefully spread the condom down on him. I'm glad I paid attention in Sex Ed. Jake flinches slightly at the coldness of the ice still on my hands. When it is fully on, Jake impulsively seizes me back to him, pushing himself forcibly inside me. Oh, God, I have missed that! DAMN! HOLY SHIT, IT FEELS SO MUCH BIGGER!

As Jake begins to make love to me on the counter in the kitchen, he says, "That motherfucker wishes he was me right now!"

His comment make a smile widen on my face, and Jake pounds me hard against the counter. It's been so long since I've felt him inside me. I don't want it to ever end.

I wrap my legs around Jake's waist and lean back as he runs his tongue along my chest and pulls the straps of my dress and bra down to expose my breasts. He takes the right one into his mouth, circling his tongue several times about my nipple. I feel my wetness growing all around him, and before I know it, I hear myself ordering him, "Harder, Jake. Fuck me harder!" He obliges, almost slamming his knees against the bottom cabinets. "HARDER!" Jake closes his eyes, and his mouth forms a Cheshire grin. He likes this. He's eating it up.

Without warning, Jake presses his palms against my butt and hoists me into his arms, my legs still clutched around his waist. He carefully lays me down on the floor, my favorite part of him motionless inside me, and begins to hammer me again, hiking my right leg up on his shoulder. DAMN! The sensations I am now feeling are overwhelming, and I grip his shoulders with all my might, moaning louder and louder with every movement.

"Jess, it's been too long, way too long!" Jake is about to explode; I can sense it.

"Cum for me, Jake. Cum for me, baby." I whisper into his right ear and then trace it lustfully with my tongue. My dirty talk causes my own release to start to build, and I find myself gasping for air. As I reach my climax, my torso lifts off the makeshift bed a little, and, after only a few fleeting seconds, Jake and I both collapse, drenched in sweat, to the tiled floor.

"Um, sorry about that." Jake's voice is muffled by the mixture of both my hair and his now covering his face. "I don't know what came over me."

"It's too late to apologize, Jake." I tell him with a content smirk. "It's too late."

Attn: Yes, the last line came from the One Republic song. If you haven't seen Taylor Lautner's rendition of this song, Youtube it. It's pretty cute!