So... It's been a little while! Holiday times are the busiest for my small business so updates will be few and far between for just a little while. But this story is definitely not forgotten! Hope you enjoy the new chapter. I absolutely enjoyed writing it.
PS. I know this story has quite a few grammatical errors so far. I do my best to proofread, but some slip past me. Hope you'll forgive and understand what I meant to say anyway!
Not even fifteen minutes into the drive did the sky open up and release the downpour of the year. Unrelenting streams coated my windshield, making it almost impossible see the road in front of me. It didn't help that the wipers on my truck had one setting: slow. I was starting to reconsider the affectionate moment I had shared with her in my driveway.
I gripped the steering wheel with force until my knuckles grew white and ached from the pressure. I really didn't have too much confidence when it came down to me controlling anything with a motor. I felt grateful that I had made this drive a thousand times before or else I'm sure I'd be stranded in a ditch by now.
At long last a clearing in the trees at my left revealed the expansive stretch of sand that was third beach. It wasn't hard to see why the Quileute people thought this reservation a sacred place. The angry gray sky dropped gusts of wind to the sea like marionette strings, demanding that it dance beneath its wrathful influence. I squinted out at the frothy white caps and thought about how if God were a place it would probably look a lot like La Push.
A hostile crack of thunder struck somewhere too close to me and I pressed the gas pedal a little harder, anxious to duck out of harm's way into the safety of the Black's small familiar home.
The truck's large tires spun slightly in the mud of the long driveway, but managed drag itself as far as the entrance to the garage before digging the tires too deep into to the sloppy earth. I looked at the building's doors and forced myself to shake off the feelings of shame that still lingered remembering the events of yesterday. Yes, things got out of hand, but now I tried to think more of how overwhelmed Jake must feel. I can't imagine trying to fight against a constant, wild pull.
I jumped out of the truck and slammed the door behind me, starting on the long pathway to the front porch, my sweater immediately soaking up every bit of heavy rainfall that landed on my head and shoulders.
Through the onslaught of water I was able to make out a very built, russet form by the tree line behind the house. It seemed to be unaffected by the cold and steam lifted from its shoulders like a doused campfire. I knew I was staring at him.
"Jake?!" I called from where I stood and the figure turned his head sharply toward the sound of my voice.
He jogged toward me and I watched him in slow motion. Swallowing hard, realizing I had begun to salivate at the sight of his sturdy rippling muscles as he shortened the distance between us. Why did he have this effect on me? When he finally reached me I heard his familiar voice.
"Bella? What are you doing out in the rain?! Are you crazy? It's 35 degrees out here and you're soaking wet. Come on, honey... let's get you in the house." Jake guided me toward the entrance to his house, his palm against my lower back, pushing a delicious heat into my abdomen.
I couldn't keep my teeth from chattering. I didn't realize the walk from my truck to Jake's living room would leave me feeling this chilled and incapacitated.
Jacob used his own body to nudge my frozen form past the threshold of the doorway, eyes burning holes into me as his long arm pulled the heavy deadbolt into a locked position behind his back.
"Jesus, Bella, your lips are turning blue." He spoke in a comforting tone as his eyes drifted from my discolored face to the puddle growing beneath my sneakers. "We need to get you warmed up."
"I'm o-okay. I s-swear. I just need t-to get used to b-being inside for a second." I managed to force out from behind chattering teeth.
Jake rolled his eyes at me before reaching one hand to grab the hem of my sweatshirt, the other grasping the tag of my zipper, pulling it down in one solid stroke. "I'm serious, Bella." He pushed the material over my shoulders and it dropped to the floor behind me, waterlogged and heavy. "The cold out here is no joke. Hypothermia can set in fast if we don't get your blood moving."
His warm palms lifted to cup my bare shoulders, massaging warmth into the top layer of skin. I exhaled a shaky breath and closed my eyes, relishing in the heat that gathered there. When my lids parted I saw Jake's face before me, his expression of concern unchanging. "You're still trembling and your skin feels like ice, honey."
He slowly pulled his arms down to his sides and he cracked each of the knuckles on his fingers with his thumbs. With a deep breath in and out through his nose, he reached for his belt, loosening the clasp and pulling it out from the loops on his shorts.
I instinctually took half a step back, vividly recalling the events of yesterday and how similarly he had just repeated the same actions.
"Jake..." I said warily, eyeing him as he pushed his pants to the ground, standing wet in nothing but skin-tight boxer briefs. "…What are you doing?"
His jaw clenched and he looked me square in the eyes. "Take off your clothes, Bella." He took a step forward. "Look..." he sighed apologetically "I'm sorry. I know this is probably... hard for you. After yesterday, I mean. But I've seen how bad this can get. You need to get warm quickly. You know our shower has always been shit and my high body temperature is the warmest thing for miles. Your clothes are soaking and they've got to go, sweetheart."
My rational mind protested violently but my body desperately latched onto any hope of heat.
"I'll hold the wolf back, baby. I just… I need to make sure you're okay." His eyes pierced mine from beneath heavy black lashes.
I remained silent but my frame tipped toward his, my numb toes losing traction on the floor. He caught me easily as I fell and knew the answer that I couldn't bring myself to verbalize.
"Shhh, honey, I know. You'll feel better soon."
His hands worked quickly, lifting the tank top over my head, and then guiding the saturated fabric of my pants over the curve of my hip and down my legs. I felt puffs of hot air graze my thighs as Jake crouched down to pull off my shoes along with the bunched leggings that clung to my ankles.
As he began to stand he grabbed the back of my thighs, lifting them off the ground and wrapping them around his sturdy, molten waist. I let out an audible sob as the fire from his skin licked the ice surrounding mine. He began to walk from the entryway to the small couch against the living room wall. He spun and lay down against the cushions, pulling me on top of him. Stretching his limbs, he created as much surface area to press against me as possible, all the while whispering soothing sounds into my ear.
Thought and reason were nowhere near my brain as I pressed my hands into the skin at Jake's sides, twisting my lower half so one thigh could push between his legs and the other could wedge itself between his outer thigh and the couch cushion. Cold water ran down the sides of his ribs as the soaking material of my bra pressed tightly against his chest. He didn't hesitate before reaching for the clasp behind my back, releasing the lingerie with ease and untangling it from my limbs. We both made small sounds of appreciation as my naked breasts pressed firmly against him. With one hand he pulled a small throw blanket from the back of the couch, spreading it over us to keep out the cold.
Large hands rubbed the expanse of skin from the base of my skull, down my spine, and over the round globes of my thong-covered bottom, pushing heat back into my muscles. He continued this movement for what seemed like hours until slowly regained the feeling in my body.
His fingers left my skin and pushed into my hair and for a moment I didn't realize his hands had stopped stroking my back and bottom. My vagina pushed against his thigh one time without following the guidance of his caress and I heard the breath catch in his throat. He fisted the hair in his hands and tilted my head upward enough to meet his gaze. His eyes searched mine deeply and I looked away in shame. Jake gently released his grip on my hair and pulled my head down to nuzzle the space between his neck and shoulder.
"It's okay, honey. Please don't be embarrassed." He cooed into my ear. "I know... I know what my body does to you." I grimaced against his pulse and started to shift in his embrace. His strong arms immediately stilled me and resumed their earlier movements, rubbing up and down as much area as he could reach. "I'm not making fun of you, Bells." His tone was serious yet loving, "I know you can't help any of this. It's my fault. But I love you. You don't ever have to feel ashamed. Please..." His whisper grew so quiet I could barely hear it. "Just take what you need."
On of his hands continued to rub my body and the other found its way between us, pushing the material of my panties to the side, allowing my wet skin to touch his inner thigh. The movement of his stroke shifted me enough that my lips slid back and forth over his leg. He made the decision, taking the pressure of the choice off my conscience.
I gasped hard at the initial contact but Jacob's strong hands kept the same steady pace, never wavering. I kept my face pressed hard against his throat, holding my breath and hiding in his safety. My body started to tremble for an entirely different reason.
"Breathe, honey." His voice was assured and confident. He knew what I needed and he was giving it to me.
My clit throbbed as it ground against Jacob's body and the room was silent aside from my breathing and the slick kiss of my pussy against skin.
"Jake… I…" Panic rose in my body as I felt something start to coil deep in my belly. He sensed my urgency and somehow knew.
"It's normal, Bella. I've got you. Just let it happen." I felt so confused, but encased in Jake's powerful arms I knew I was safe and protected.
His hands started to retreat as he realized that I was moving without help, and he encourage my own instincts with words of approval.
"That's right, baby" ... "Just like that" ... "Don't stop."
The exertion of my movements forced moisture from my pores and soon my breasts were slick with sweat and sliding against his chest, mimicking the feeling between my legs.
"Jake... I can't... I need" I panted and looked up at him wildly, trying to ask him for something that I didn't know to begin with.
He seemed to know that I was on the cusp, but needed something to push me over the edge. He grabbed my hips with both hands and used his body to flip us over. Instead of using his hands to push me up and down on this thigh, he began thrust his hips against me, keeping the same part of his leg sliding between my soaking lips. I could feel his cotton covered erection rub erotically against my lower belly and I struggled for breath.
Jake took advantage of my parted mouth and met it with his own, pushing his tongue deep inside. His dominant, muscular body play-fucking me against the couch along with his wet muscle penetrating my mouth became too much... I exploded hard into my very first orgasm.
I half moaned half screamed into Jake's mouth and he swallowed it, slowing the pace of his hips but keeping them moving, riding me through the comedown.
I laid there beneath Jake a ragged mess, completely spent in every sense of the word. My heartbeat pulsed in my ears and I clung to the beautiful, sweaty man on top of me.
"Jake... that was... I mean I don't..." I searched desperately for the right words.
"Stop. You needed this. This sexual energy between us was turning... dangerous. I'm not sure what's going on but we both know there's something supernatural behind it, Bells." He pulled up until we were both in a sitting position and he passed the blanket to me so I could cover my nudity. He laced our fingers together on one hand and pulled it to his lips, kissing the back. "Please don't regret this. You didn't do anything wrong. I had a strong hold on the Alpha today and you needed a release. Plus, being able to make you feel good makes me feel good." He smiled my Jacob smile and ran his thumb comfortingly over my knuckles.
"But Bella... why did you come here today?"
Our eyes locked as the memory of Edward's threat flooded my brain and fear gripped my heart.
"Jacob... Edward sort of... found out about you and me last night... and he..." I let out a heavy breath.
Jake shot up from the couch and I saw the evidence of what had just transpired in front of my face. My arousal coated his groin and dripped down his legs in heavy droplets. I looked up to his face to find him straining with clenched teeth.
"And he what, Bells?"
"He promised...revenge."