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CHAPTER TWO
I get so high when you're with me
But crash and crave you when you leave
- Ke$ha, You're Love Is My Drug
Renesmee hit the door like the hounds of Hell were biting at her heels. She couldn't get in the dressing room fast enough. Breathing harshly, she leaned against the wooden panels, trying to catch her breath. Her knees shook and she grabbed them, bending over to steady their restless shaking.
She didn't care about the gazes staring at her, nor the hushed silence stealing about the room. The only thing on her mind was getting out of the club as quickly as she could.
Kicking off her five-inch heels, she walked with haste on her normal five foot four frame, toward her locked possessions located in the back corner.
When she kneeled next to her three-foot, gold trimmed green chest, Renesmee recounted the numbers in her head, twisting the knob of her combo lock until it fell open in her hand. Pushing up the lid, she dug around until she found a comfortable t-shirt, a pair of sweats, and brassiere.
The stale scent of body spray hung in the air, and she wiped at her nose, huffing, as she donned the bra and reached around her back to fasten the clasp. Next, she pulled on her t-shirt, sweats, and a spare set of running shoes she kept for emergencies.
"You're not planning on leaving, are you?"
Gasping, Renesmee started, looking up into Rachel Carter's narrowed hazel-green stare.
"I-I have to go. I can't work tonight," she sputtered to the newest manager of the Fuego. "Some things have come up and I have to leave."
Rachael shook her head, peering down. "Renesmee, I can't keep tolerating this. You are one of the best performers, but your behavior of late has been shoddy. When Melissa comes back, I'm going to have to tell her about this."
Anxiety trilled down her spine. This conversation was taking too long. Jacob would know she was leaving . . . and he'd be waiting.
"Fine! Tell her. I don't care. I have to leave, though."
"What in the world is going on? Is there someone out there bothering you?"
Flinching, Renesmee paused for a moment, her fingers clutching her purse. She would have liked to say Jacob Black was harassing her, but she couldn't lie about the situation — or him. She was the problem, her own restless desire for a man who scared the living daylights out of her made for a complicated life.
She really couldn't explain all that to Rachel.
Closing the lid of her chest, locking and twisting the combo lock, Renesmee pulled the thick fall of her hair from her collar, before shifting to face Rachel.
"Look. I just have to go. There are a lot of things going on right now, things I can't discuss. If you're going to fire me, fine. But, I have to go."
Rachael scrutinized her for a moment longer, slanting her chin to the side before a faint resignation appeared in her eyes. "Get out of here. Just be sure to call tomorrow, so I know you're safe."
Renesmee lifted her lips, hoping it resembled a smile, before pulling the strap of her purse higher on her shoulder. "Thanks, Rachael. I appreciate it." Hesitating, she stared around the room. "Can I use the back door? The one near the private areas?"
Rachel inclined her head again and sighed, "Sure."
Why didn't she tell Rachel this was her last night?
Shaking her head, Renesmee decided it didn't matter. This would be her last night at the Fuego. She couldn't take one more moment here because she knew Jacob would never give in.
As the depressing thought of leaving a place she'd learned to call a second home careened in her mind, she turned her head to look once more at the dressing room. She grinned sadly, memories invading her mind, before dismissing the thoughts and moving toward the exit.
If she was lucky, she could make it out the back entrance without being noticed.
Pushing open the door leading into the dim interior of the club, Renesmee waited a moment for her eyes to adjust. Hazy shapes formed into solid images and she stepped forward, moving against the walls like a thief stealing from the coffers.
"Renesmee," a hushed voice called, sounding above the music.
With a frightened gasp, she turned to face the whispered tones. "What is it, Alice? I'm about to leave."
"I know, but I wanted to give you this," Alice murmured, thrusting a fist of money into nerveless fingers. "I got your clothes, too, but I'll put them in my locker. I'll cash you out with Rachael from my own pocket, and you can just pay me back later."
"Thanks," Renesmee said, her chest tightening with gratitude.
"May the blessings of the Goddess go with you, girl, 'cause you're going to need them."
Blessings of the Goddess?
"Thanks again, Alice. I just hope somebody's something is with me."
Laughing, Alice grabbed hold of Renesmee's arms, pulling her into a light embrace. "They are. Trust in yourself, you can handle this. Everything in your life has prepared you for this moment. Remember that."
Renesmee wasn't sure about that. Nothing in her life has prepared her for Jacob Black.
Smiling once more at Alice, she turned and rushed out the door.
There were really only three things a person could do if they were being stalked.
Call the police. That was the most careful and well thought out plan of attack.
Hide out or move to another town. That was a less developed idea, but still very efficient.
Or . . . they could try and ignore the threat.
That was the notion risked by fools and idiots Renesmee admitted to herself, as she peeked around the shadowed corners of the building. She'd definitely been on the course of plan number three.
Sighing, careful to keep her breathing quite, Renesmee realized she might have done a lot of things different, but none of that really mattered now. The only important option was getting to her car and driving off.
Glimpsing her Dodge in the distance, she figured it would take her a full thirty seconds to reach the driver's side if she ran like hell.
Yanking her keys from the bottom of her handbag, she tossed a look at her feet.
Just Do It.
Heeding the motto, Renesmee moved rapidly, her legs pumping in a sprint. The light above her glared, and she cursed under her breath, wishing she could have some darkness.
Her red leather purse bounced at her side, and she placed a hand against the soft material, keeping it closer to her body.
She was almost there, the dusty exterior of her car gleamed in the yellowish lights, and she breathed deeply, fumbling with the keys. A thick, plastic insignia rubbed against her fingers and Renesmee grasped the electronic opener in her hands, aiming it to open the door.
Even from a distance, she could hear the click of locks snapping open and she stumbled slightly in relief. The length of the parking lot still stretched between her and the car, so she ran faster, her soft soles pounding against the pavement.
She would make it. She could feel success beating in tune with the rapid pace of her heart. There wasn't anyone following her. Jacob wasn't following her.
Landing against the car door with a huff, Renesmee grasped the cool metal of the door handle. The swishing sounds of cars speeding by sounded in her ears, and she pictured herself as one of those speeding motorists, riding off into the night.
Opening the door, ready to get inside, Renesmee wasn't prepared for the large slamming it shut, or his other one hand grasping the heaving column of her throat.
"Are you going somewhere?"
Dropping her keys, she sputtered, "No . . . just go away, Jacob. I don't want this!"
"I'll tell you what you want and don't want from now on, Nessie. And, you already know these little games you play are useless." His harsh voice whispered against her ear. "Now it's my turn to play with you."
"Please go away, Jacob. I don't want you," she gasped, her chest pounding with the effort.
"You are such a liar. You don't think I can't feel the trembling?" His frame pressed closer, his large, hardened cock pushed against her buttocks. "You don't think I know what you want . . . what you need?"
"You don't know anything about me. I'm just a body. Someone you want to fuck! Someone you want to control."
"Is that the reason why you went on stage and showed those men what's mine?" His hot breath muffled in her hair. "I told you not do that."
She leaned forward, his grasp against her throat lessened, and Renesmee laid her head against the metal of her car. "You don't own me, Jacob."
"I do own you, body and soul, Nessie. You'd best never forget it either," he muttered, before pulling at the cinched waistband of her sweats. "I had wanted to take this slow, but you pushed and pushed and pushed. Now you have to pay the consequences. I would ask if your pussy is wet, but I don't need to because I know it is. I could see it from the stage," he muttered.
Feeling her pants drop to her knees, Renesmee tried to struggle against Jacob, but the hand on her neck moved to clutch her nape as his large frame pressed her harder against the car, halting any further movement.
Dimly Renesmee realized that in her haste she'd forgotten to put on panties, leaving her vulnerable. With just a simple flick of his wrist, she was open to Jacob, the cooling breeze of the night caressing across her naked buttocks.
Distant portions of her mind continued to struggle against his dominance, but as his rich cologne scent fanned around her, the need to submit, the desire to give over all control, pulsed through her.
The tip of Jacob's cock pushed into the folds of her wet pussy, and her mind screamed with desire.
Her hips bucked, welcoming him further into her.
I want him. Lord help me. I want this man so bad.
He thrust deep inside.
Hard and strong just as she remembered; Renesmee was powerless to oppose the virile thrusts lifting her to her tippy-toes.
"Who does this pussy belong to?"
"You!" she panted, feeling the full length of his cock pumping over and over.
"Tell me who it belongs to. Say my name, so I know it belongs to me."
"Oh, God, Jacob! You OWN me. I swear to God!"
Jacob groaned, leaning his chest against her back, his thick girth pounding into her flesh.
Renesmee's breasts smashed against the window of her car as he continued to stroke, plunging into her body without remorse, his testicles slapping against the tissues of her cunt.
"Then why were you up on that stage showing all those men the body that belongs to me?"
"I-I don't know. I-I didn't mean it. I-I swear. Please . . . please don't stop," she whimpered.
"Do you want me to keep fucking you, Nessie?"
"Yes," she moaned, helpless under the onslaught.
Jacob growled, released the hold on her neck, and clasped both his large hands on her waist to lift her tennis-shoed feet from the ground.
Now completely on a level with his pulverizing thrust, Renesmee screamed for mercy, hearing her heated cries echo into the night.
Shifting her blurry gaze, the door of the Fuego materialized, and Renesmee realized they were still in the parking lot. Anyone who happened to come out of the club would see them. There would be no denying what was going on.
"Someone will see us," she moaned, knowing she'd be powerless to stop Jacob if he wanted to show the world their lust.
"You don't want them to see me owning you," Jacob gritted, "but you'll show them your body?"
His logic was astounding, but with the pleasure rippling through her, Renesmee could do no more than scream again. Jacob fucked her like their very lives were at stake, deeply thrusting into her pussy. She had no control whatsoever over the hard, plunging strokes.
Clenching her palms, her fingertips scratched against the surface of her car as cascades of sheeting fire washed through her, and suddenly an orgasm, unlike any she'd ever known rocked her body.
The clenched muscles of her pussy contracted on his cock, and Jacob grunted low in his throat, his body tensing — hardening — with expectant release.
"God, baby! I just want to take care of you. That's it," he breathed, seconds before hot fluid splashed against her insides.
Cars rolled by and the bright lights of the parking lot continued to shine, but Jacob kept his cock lodged inside her pulsing pussy.
Out of control and daunting by the power of their mating, Renesmee laid her head against the cool metal of her Neon, breathing erratically.
She needed another minute or two to regroup, but a sudden, loud spate of guttural laughter made her tense in horror.
Jacob acted quickly, wrapping his muscular arms around her upper torso, his cock shuddering inside her sensitive pussy as he walked them toward the darkened concealed corner of the parking lot.
Shadowed in the darkness, Renesmee waited, her breath blowing out in smoky gasps.
Several doors slammed at once, and the sound of an engine turned over. The crunch of tires rolling against the pavement signaled the departure of their unknowing companions.
Sighing, she let her body droop with languid tiredness. The weight of her frame sagged, and Jacob finally let her feet fall to the ground. As soon as her shoes touched the pavement, she was unsteady, wobbly. Easing against Jacob's hard planes, she used him like an anchor, even though as part of her mind knew that was a bad idea.
"Relax, baby. I've got you."
Lowering her head until her chin rested against her chest, Renesmee sighed. "I know you've got me, Jacob. Problem is you don't want to let go."
"I can't, Nessie. When I close my eyes at night all I can see is you."
"I can't do this, Jacob. You-you and I . . . we aren't suited."
He turned her limp body to face him. His handsome, shadowed face peered down at her. "Says who?" Jacob asked.
She wished there was better light. The haunting darkness made her want to believe in the veracity of his words.
"What do I have to do to make you trust me, Nessie? I've already put everything . . ." he stopped, exhaling noisily, "everything on hold for you. But I still can't make a move until you say you're ready. I need you, Nessie, like I know you need me."
Stepping away, Renesmee grabbed at the sweat pants pooled around her feet. "I can't . . . I'm not the girl you want. I-I just can't . . ."
"Can't what? Tell me, Nessie. What the fuck is this all about?"
"I can't be the person you need me to be. I just . . . can't," she whispered, her chest pummeled by the emotions reeling inside.
Jacob stared at her for a long moment, his eyes narrowed to black slits of fire. The harsh angles created from the darkness of the corner made him look grim beyond measure.
"That's not good enough."
"Well, I don't know what else to tell you," she screamed.
"I knew you'd be determined to do this the hard why. Get your things. We're leaving."
"I'm not going with you, Jacob."
The pupils of his eyes dilated until the colors appeared jet black. He stepped forward, his tall frame seductive, yet menacing at the same time. "You're not?"
Renesmee couldn't stop the fission of fear and desire crawling through her belly. A part of her knew it was insane to want a man whose power made her fear him in the extreme, but she couldn't help herself. The trepidation heightened her arousal, making her aware of his smell, his stance . . . his mood.
"I can't keep doing this, Jacob. You're driving me crazy," she sighed, nervously running her fingers through her hair.
Determination blazed from his eyes. "Get your things," he repeated.
Right then and there, Renesmee knew Jacob wouldn't take no for an answer.
Shaking her head, she felt her will bowing to his. "Where are we supposed to be going?"
"You'll find out when we get there."
Sneak-preview of the next chapter:
"What are we doing here?" she asked, still fastened to her seat, her hands resting in her lap, fingers twitching.
Jacob leaned his head to the side, peering at her. "Get out of the car," he ordered.
Staying silent, Renesmee observed his rude behavior with mute resistance.
"Don't make me carry you inside. I guarantee you'll not like the results if I do."
Resting one muscled arm against the roof of the vehicle, Jacob blocked any escape she might have thought to make. As she raised her gaze, Renesmee stared into his face for a brief moment before running her eyes down the rest of his body.
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