Author's Note: The next chapter is very intense. Hope you like it.

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CHAPTER FIVE


Everything in this world
Every voice in the night
Every little thing of beauty
Comes shining through in your eyes
And all that is you
Becomes part of me, too
'Cause all you do
Seduces me

- Celine Dion, Seduces Me


Renesmee had never seen a person pack away so much food in her life.

Gaping at Jake, bewildered, she wondered where in the world it all went. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his muscular body. Already on a third stack of pancakes, she mused, there was no way her could eat like this on a regular basis.

Jacob relished each and every bite, licking at his fork and curving his lips in a smile of satisfaction, the expression on his face almost . . . orgasmic.

Blinking, upset at the sudden, sexual turn in her thoughts, she looked down at her own plate, taking in a mouthful.

Margie was right. Her potato pie was excellent, tempting Renesmee to eat more even though she wasn't hungry.

When Jacob leaned back, sighing and patting his rock-hard stomach, Renesmee peeked over at him, grinning. "Don't stop now. You haven't licked your plate clean."

"I thought you might like to try some," he murmured, leaning close to plant a gentle kiss on her neck.

Renesmee flinched, but didn't draw away. "No, thank you," she whispered.

"C'mon." Jacob speared a piece of pancake with the tines, holding it close to her lips like she was a small child. "It's delicious."

The thick juice from the syrup, apples and butter dripped onto the table, and onto her shirt, but Jacob didn't seem to care. He leaned even closer, his hot breath washing across her face.

"Just one little bite," he cajoled, his tone heated with unveiled seduction. "I guarantee you'll like it."

Reason, every single reason why she shouldn't, fled under a torrent of desire and Renesmee inclined her head closer, accepting his offer.

The tangy sweetness of the tart apples and rich maple syrup delighted her taste buds. Renesmee chewed slowly savoring, her eyes glued to Jacob's heated stare.

"Is it good?" he asked seductively.

"Yes."

"Do you want some more?"

Renesmee knew Jacob wasn't talking about food.

She wanted to shake her head in denial, but it was like an electrical current had short-circuited her brain, magnetizing her body to his. His lips mere centimeters from hers, she could almost taste his essence just as strongly as the sweetness from the cinnamon pancakes coating her tongue.

She shouldn't, but the need was so strong — so desperate — it was near impossible to resist him any longer.

Without conscious thought, Renesmee leaned into his embrace, sealing their mouths with a gentle kiss.

Jacob growled against her before his tongue caressed across her parted lips, his arm tightening around her waist to pull her closer into him embrace.

The noise from the surrounding diners faded into a muffled lull as the kiss deepened into something powerful, erotic and heady.

Over and over Jacob slanted his mouth across hers, taking command and pushing her boundaries to the maximum. The fact that he tasted of sweet, doughy pancakes make it harder to resist the drugging kiss. And the way he nibbled on her lips, sipping at them like fine wine, had her leaning closer for more.

Jacob was an expert kisser, and he knew it, too. Like everything else, he took control, leading Renesmee where he wanted her to go.

His fingers trailed down the column of her neck, skimmed her aching nipple, and rested at the stretchy, cinched material of her waistband. Renesmee started, gasped, and tried to pull away, her eyes darting around the crowded restaurant.

No one was paying them the slightest bit of attention. All the other patrons were either engrossed in deep conversations, or hearty helpings of food. It was as if they were alone — but they weren't and Renesmee was keenly aware of the fact.

"Stop. Not here," she whispered.

Jacob smiled, and continued like he hadn't even heard her, the look in his eyes said he wasn't concerned about the time or the place.

Renesmee wondered again what in the world had possessed her to leave the club without any panties on. Though she figured, stifling a restless moan as his thumb glided by her clit, a thin scrap of underwear wouldn't have been much of a defense.

Jacob was like a marauder, taking whatever he wished — whenever he wished.

Renesmee jumped slightly when he slipped one long digit into her aching pussy, her restless cunt clamped around him, sucking his finger deeper inside.

Sweat beaded her brow, and she bit her lip to keep from groaning, desperately looking around the diner.

"Shush, relax. No one is watching," Jacob whispered.

The look in his eyes was scorching hot as he continued to finger-fuck her cunt — sometimes using two fingers, sometimes three — but his index repeatedly strayed to her clit, rubbing and caressing the aching bud.

She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as a tight ball of fire began to unfurl in her belly, spreading first to her legs then upwards toward her breasts. She was having difficulty maintain any semblance of control.

Renesmee gripped the table as terrible tremors shook through her body. She was so close to climaxing, she felt as though a cauldron of hot elixir had been poured over her body, singeing her nerve endings.

Flexing and clenching the muscles in her vagina, she bowed her head, hoping to muffle the helpless cry careening up her throat. Any moment now she was going to burst into a thousand pieces.

"Don't fight it, Nessie," Jake whispered close to her ear. "Let me give you what you want, what you know only I can give."

God! His fingers felt like flexible pieces of steel designed to please, and his words were driving her crazy. She remembered what his hard cock felt like as it fucked inside her body, first slowly then harder and harder. Her body was on fire, her mind giving in to the burning flame, she was ready —

"So, did you two enjoy your meal?"

Like a cold draft of water, Margie's voice washed over Renesmee, intruding into thoughts a nice, sweet, matronly woman had no business being in.

Jacob, however, hardly seemed to notice. Lifting his head, he grinned. "It was wonderful. Thanks."

"Anytime, dear." Margie's gaze swung toward Renesmee, her eyes crinkling around the corners. "You still have a lot on your plate. Didn't you like my potato pie?"

There were only two answers Renesmee could have given, but Jacob had yet to remove his fingers from her pussy. Thinking really wasn't an option. "Yes," she breathed, choosing option number one.

"Oh, well, I guess I could box it up for you, but eggs don't taste good if they aren't fresh. I mean, microwaves are great and all, but I've never understood why folks would want to re-heat eggs. It takes, like, five seconds to make them. I guess it's okay for meat and stuff, but eggs . . . well . . . that's just disgusting." Margie looked like she wanted to say more, but she shook her head, grabbing for the plates and cutlery on the table. "Why don't I come by later this evening so I can cook you two some dinner," she paused, picking up the glasses. "I've got Jenna with me, though. Will that be a problem?"

"No. not at all, I'd love to see her," Jacob assured, finally slipping his fingers from Renesmee's twitching pussy. "Why don't you some by around six o'clock?"

"Is that okay with you, dear?"

Renesmee wondered why Margie would even bother to ask. Though, as her eyes wandered dazedly toward Jacob's possessive hand burning like a brand on her waist, she figured they did look like the happy couple.

If only she knew . . .

"It's fine with me," Renesmee muttered, though her body was still attempting to recover from Jacob's ten-minute onslaught, and the crouch of her sweat felt like a giant flood had passed through.

Jesus! She needed to cum — right here, right now — it really didn't matter where.

Margie turned to leave, her gray hair flapping on a breeze.

Renesmee dropped her head, breathing in and out as she tried to regain some control. She looked up as Jacob lifted his hand to his mouth, her gaze holding his as he licked and sucked the sticky cream from his fingers.

The sensual curve of his lips caused another wave of awareness to roll through her body.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice pitched low with mocking innocence.

Her teeth clenched, she glared at him. "No, I'm not alright. I thought food and sleep were the only things on your mind."

"I lied."

Renesmee wanted to reach up and slap Jake across his handsome face. The smug bastard!

She was only able to refrain from hitting him because he did give her a few moments to compose herself before hastily ushering her out of the diner.

The air served as a balm to her tingling nerves, and Renesmee inhaled a deep breath taking in the cool essence of nature.

Her body was violently aroused, but since the only person capable of providing satiation make her want to hurt him, she figured some needs were better left alone.

Wrenching her wrist from his hand, Renesmee marched toward the car. "You coming?"

"We need to get you some clothes."

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell Jacob to "go to hell", but as she thought about her lack of panties, his never-ending quest to get inside her pants, and her own rioting demands, she figured that discretion was the better part of valor. She reckoned a crowded store and more clothing might be the only deterrent she could muster. A thick pair of jeans, some bulky sweaters and some granny-panties would help — at least she hoped they would.

Turning toward him, she smirked. "Sure. Let's go."

IllI

As the cool haze of morning cleared away under the heat of the afternoon sun, Jake kept his hand on the small of Nessie's back, propelling her down the crowed street.

Her austere profile gave away little of her thoughts.

No doubt his crazy, mixed up lover was trying to figure more ways to thwart him. Little did she know that he had made it his mission to out talk, out think, and out maneuver her at every turn. Nessie didn't stand a chance. No matter how hard she struggled.

Already, he'd succeeded in putting her on edge.

Though, Jake admitted to himself, he had hated to see the torment on her face when he pulled his fingers free of her wet, clenching pussy.

The desire to assuage her — fuck her tight channel with hard, unyielding strokes — was present, but weighted against the thought of branding Nessie to him, gave strength to resist the temptation . . . for now.

For the time being, his recalcitrant lover needed to remain unfulfilled.

"We've already passed a whole bunch of stores. Where are we going exactly?"

Nessie's sudden question surprised Jacob out of his reverie, and he glanced at her curious expression. "Just a little further up to Miller's. They have a better range of clothes," he answered easily.

She seemed to accept this, and he smiled to himself. Although Miller's did have a wide selection of apparel for men and women, there was another reason why Jacob wanted them to go there. The large dressing room with its floor length mirrors would be perfect for the first training he had in mind, and considering he owned the store, there'd be no problem convincing Jeremiah Miller it was time to take a break.

Content with his plan and glad that his long buttoned shirt obscured the thick bulge in his pants, he grimaced as another wave of pulsing awareness pounded through the length of his cock.

Christ! He ached for release — ached to be inside Nessie's sweet, hot cunt. He knew if he didn't get inside the heaven of her pussy soon, he'd go out of his mind.

When a large panel of thick glass painted with swirling white letters came into view, Jacob almost let loose a cry of triumph.

Pulling Nessie to a halt when she would have continued on, he waved his arm in a sweeping gesture. "Here we are."

She frowned, peering at the glass. "Miller's General Store?"

"A play on words, believe me. You won't find anything general about this place."

Nessie didn't look convinced, but conceded to his gentle tug with little protest. A bell just above the door tingled with chimes of their arrival, and Jeremiah, spotting them, walked from behind the counter, a happy grin spread across his face.

"What in the hell are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd come by for a visit." Placing a proprietary hand on Nessie's shoulder, he smiled with indulgence. "Plus, the little lady here needs some clothes."

Making quick introductions, Jacob watched with mild annoyance as Jeremiah frankly appraised Nessie from the top of her golden-brown hair to the bottom of her scuffed tennis shoes.

"Pleased to meet you, Renesmee. Unique name by the way, does it mean anything?"

She shook her head. "Not that I'm aware of."

"That's good. My brother's kids have to carry around a dictionary to explain their names."

Nessie laughed. "It's actually a combination between the name of my grand . . ." Nessie stopped mid-sentence, and Jacob knew she felt embarrassed by the small amount of personal information she'd let slip.

Turning the topic in another direction, Jacob intruded into the uncomfortable silence. "Looks like you've gotten a lot of new stock."

Jeremiah waved a hand around, a proud look stamped on his face. "Yeah, we've had a lot of success expanding our higher end merchandise.

Jacob nodded in approval, happy that he'd kept the manager on board.

Jeremiah Miller was a shrewd businessman. Although this store, like many others, had been floundering before he and Jared came along, the injection of capital in the city, and in businesses like Miller's and Margie's, had boosted a lot more than just revenue. Hope, and the boundless zeal to succeed, had been restored.

Jake wasn't usually a sentimental person, but a part of him was warmed by the fact that he'd been able to help.

Nessie began to twitch, shuffling her feet from side to side.

Jacob smiled at her restlessness, and steered Jeremiah away from further talk of marketing strategies and product dilemmas. Business was the last thing on his mind — at least any business that didn't concern fucking Nessie's sweet, little pussy.

"I'd better get this woman some new clothes, Jeremiah. You know how they can be," he said with a wink.

When Nessie looked over her shoulder to flash him a hot, angry look, Jeremiah chortled. "Sure, Jake. I don't want to get you into any trouble. Let me know if you need anything," he said before walking back toward the counter.

Jake grinned. Give me a few moments, pal, and then I'll need for you to leave.

There was only one other customer in the store at the present, and older woman who was picking her way through a row of multi-colored summer dresses. She looked up, smiling briefly, before returning to her perusal.

"I don't appreciate you and your buddy talking about me like I'm not here."

Amused by Nessie's prickly nature, Jake shrugged and lifted a lock of her hair so he could twirl it around his index finger. "You're too serious, baby."

Nessie growled under her breath, slapping his hand away. "Correction. I'm realistic," she muttered, moving off to inspect several folded pairs of jeans on a small table to the left. "I don't like you or anyone else thinking I'm you little woman. And that's what the end of that conversation was all about."

Jacob refused to rise to her bait. "If you say so."

"Why don't you go somewhere? I'm sure there are a hundred more important things you could be doing rather than bugging me."

Her words infuriated him, and he narrowed his gaze. "Nothing is more important than you, and it's time I prove that," he muttered.

Her pupils dilated, and Jacob's lust heightened at the erotic fear in her eyes.

Staring down for a few more moments, making sure his words sank deep into her psyche, he released her to turn away.


Sneak-preview of the next chapter:


"Take your clothes off," he commanded in a strict voice, his eyes dark and compelling.

Hundreds of words raced through her head in rebuttal, but nothing emerged expect a silent gasp, a desperate entreaty for him to — stop — don't stop — go away — never leave.

Confused by the ambiguity of her desire, Renesmee stayed motionless, her arms flush against her sides. The lump in her throat grew until her mouth was dry, forcing her to swallow. She felt light-headed and breathed a sporadic breath to push more oxygen into her brain.

"Nessie. Take. Your. Clothes. Off."


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