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Chapter Three

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The hot water ran over my shoulders and down my back as it rinsed the cheap shampoo Charlie had left here from my hair. I massaged my scalp and it suddenly dawned on me how impossible this situation would have seemed to me not very long ago.

I never would have thought I'd be alone in a house with Jacob.

I never would have thought I'd want to be alone with him.

But I'd also never thought there'd be a day when Jasper would elect to spend time with other people over me either, so things clearly changed.

FLASH!~

"Why the hell are you moping like this?! You don't need him. You don't need anyone," Jake declared.

I stared at him with widened eyes. Here was this . . . this puppy telling me what I needed in life. He hadn't even been alive long enough to give advice about these things. About anything really.

"Or do you? Are you that weak? Are you really not enough without your husband?" he asked seriously.

I couldn't even answer him. I didn't have an answer. If I said yes then it was like saying I was totally dependent on Jasper. If I said no then I was pretty much saying I didn't need him, but I did.

When I didn't answer, he continued, "What is it that you're missing that you can't do for yourself?"

Again, I didn't answer. I knew the silence was pretty much the same as agreeing with him, but I didn't want to do that out loud.

It was embarrassing, the reason why I needed Jasper.

"You can feed yourself, protect yourself, and get your own money. You're a nice person, so I doubt you'd have any problems finding someone to give you attention if that's what you weren't getting from him. Which really only leaves one thing. You're sexually frustrated," he stated like it were a perfectly appropriate thing to say.

I laughed loudly, severely uncomfortable. "No! That's not it."

He looked directly at my face, smirking, and then started walking closer. "Oh really?"

"Not that it's any of your business, Jacob, but I'm perfectly content... sexually."

His eyebrows both lifted higher on his forehead disbelievingly. I stared back at him, challenging with all my shaken might, and he stared right back.

"So you're that wet because you get all the attention that you desire?" he asked skeptically.

I frowned deeply. "What do you mean 'that wet'?"

He inhaled purposefully and then started snickering while I gasped and fought off the urge to hide my face.

Before I had the chance to object, or even to slap him, I was sat upon the hood of his car with Jake standing just inches in front of me.

"I mean..." He slipped his hand between my legs, under my skirt, and swiftly entered my panties before gathering my wetness on his fingers.

I snapped my legs shut and pushed him back, jumping up from the car in preparation to attack him.

"This," he said and held his fingers up in front of my face.

I froze, mortified, and watched as he spread and closed his fingers—playing with the fluid between his middle and index fingers.

"Is there venom in this? Like if a human went down on you, would it change them?" he asked, watching his fingers move too.

"No," I stuttered in a whisper. "There's only venom in our mouths. And it has to be directly put in the blood stream to change someone."

He hummed a little as if to say, "Huh, okay", then curled one finger down while keeping the middle one straight.The finger went into his mouth and re-emerged a few seconds later.

"You taste sweet like you smell. Not as strong though."He analyzed, ignoring my wide open mouth and shocked eyes. "Don't bite," Jake ordered, then slowly started to rub his index finger over my bottom lip.

I closed my mouth, but he didn't stop. His finger trailed around to my top lip and then slowly began working between them.

"You don't taste bad. You're pretty as hell. Go find someone else to give you what Jasper's too busy to," he told me.

I parted my teeth to clamp them down on his finger and scare him away, but he was fast and in a second he had his finger lolling about on my tongue.

~FLASH!

As the memory faded away I became acutely aware of a deep throbbing between my legs and was suddenly just as overcome now as I had been that day when he'd unceremoniously put his fingers inside me.

Now it was for a totally difference reason since my perspective on the scene had very much changed.

I slipped my hand between my legs without really planning to do so and began gently stroking my fingertips over the wet skin. My body responded instantly and was starting to ache with the undeniable need for pressure and friction.

My middle finger pressed into the cleft as I slide my hand back down so the digit rubbed over my clit and found its way right along to my entrance. As I moved it back up I found myself wishing my hand was warmer.

Wishing it was Jake's hand.

He'd probably never be in my position jerking off in the shower though if I was sitting downstairs. He'd just come down and get me to do it.

It was then I realized that that was exactly what I needed to do. That was the point of all this. Learning to get what I want for myself.

If what I wanted was his heat, I need to go and get it.

I shut off the water then and grabbed a towel to quickly dry my body and get as much water out of my hair as was possible in less than two minutes. As I was about to wrap the towel around myself I decided not to, given that it would be dropped on the floor in ten seconds anyway when I would take it upon myself to initiate a second round with Jacob.

So I left it there in the bathroom and headed downstairs to the living room where the TV was playing what sounded like a sports match of some kind.

When I reached the door and came into view Jake turned to me briefly, inclining his head towards the couch as an invitation to join him, and then looked back to the football game for half a second before his brain processed what it had seen and he whipped back with slightly wider eyes.

"Hello," he said, probably unable to think of anything else.

"Hi," I replied and walked over to the couch.

He openly looked me up and down. "You're naked."

"Mmm hm," I nodded and climbed onto his lap, just his shorts between us, and pressed myself down onto his cock.

"Where'd this come from?" he asked, his hot palms now on my hips.

"I was in the shower—"

"Mmm," he hummed, pulling me down harder against him and closer to his stomach.

"And I was just about to take care of myself."

"What stopped you?" he interjected.

"You," I answered simply. "You're here, so why shouldn't I just take what I want since you're usually quite willing?"

"Wow." His mouth turned up into a grin. "You are actually learning."

I smiled a little, tickling my nails down his chest to his happy trail. His eyes followed my hands down, and then they inevitably traveled across to my bare crotch.

Though he couldn't see my face now, I smiled as I moved my hands from his skin to mine and slowly delved two between my folds. My eyes stayed on his face, watching his reaction, as my fingers sank deeper. He was so enamored with my bold actions, and me with his response, that I didn't realize just how far in I'd gotten until I pushed over my g-spot and whimpered softly.

Jake's hands tightened on my hips and he made a small choking noise in the back of his throat. It seemed he liked me touching myself right on his lap.

I rested my left forearm on his shoulder with my hand sitting absently on the back of his neck and we both watched as I pulled my fingers halfway out and then slid them back in as far as I could reach. My breathing stuttered involuntarily and my legs shook a little on either side of his hips. "Ung," I panted between my barely opened lips, rolling my fingers inside me.

Both his hands slid up my sides, over my rib cage, and squeezed my breasts together before flicking my nipples with his thumbs. A jolt ran through my whole chest and my stomach clenched again.

I pressed my palm hard against my clit and rubbed as firmly as I could in big circles. I could feel his cock pressing hard against the inside of his shorts now when my hand grazed over the bludge and my mind instantly started to imagine what it would be like to have him inside me.

That was something he said wasn't going to be helpful, and so we'd never gotten that far. It didn't stop me from thinking about it though. Fantasizing about the length and the thickness that was often in my hands or mouth being in a different place for once.

My hips started to rock then with the start of my orgasm and I pushed a third finger inside easily before pressing even harder into my clit, desperate for the release that would follow.

Jake's fingers slipped around my breasts then so they were covering each completely in his heat and he squeezed my nipples between his fingers, somehow seeming to know that that was all I'd need.

All at once my muscles started to shake and clench from the inside out. My stomach pulled in and back tried to arch itself; my legs attempting to bend in closer, but also straighten at the same time. As my arm began to shake I was unable to continue with the motions and so fingers fell from inside me to rest on my leg.

"Oh my god . . ." I leaned forward more on Jacob, panting quietly.

"Feel better?" he asked, his voice thick and raspy as he let his hands fall from my chest to sit on my thighs too.

I smiled a little and started running my fingers through his hair from my left hand that was on his shoulder. "Yeah. Much."

We sat in silence for a minute or so, enjoying a comfortable moment. While I couldn't be sure what Jake was thinking, I was trying to keep the relaxed feeling going and stop all thoughts of my life stresses for now.

Once we'd both settled down to the point that our breathing was normal and his heart wasn't beating like a race horse, I decided it was time to get up. But before I had even moved, Jake started scooting forward on the couch.

"I think you need another shower," he said, and then grabbed the outside of my thighs quickly before standing up and turning for the door to the staircase.

"I can walk up a flight of stairs," I said, though I didn't try to get out of his hold.

Trying to stop him from doing anything he'd decided on was pointless.

It was how we'd got here today after all.

"Yeah." He looked to my eyes. "But I need one too, so . . ."

I raised one eyebrow at him, but I didn't say anything as he started up the stairs. Perhaps he had another lesson for me.