JACOB

Chapter 24| Wet Over Water

Red candles illuminate the dark room while making a pathway to the dinner table that was beautifully set up. The table was set with a red and gold theme; gold table cloth, red cloth napkin, gold plates, an open bottle of Cristal stood in an ice bucket on the side of the table.

The seats were like the ones you'd see in an on-road diner, but these were more fancier, more expensive. I slid in to the far left next to the window, it was beautiful out over the water and on. The city lights and the boats' lights reflected on the water, which made it more beautiful. Everything is just beautiful, and I feel lucky. Jacob slid in after me, pressing his body against mine. I look down at my lap, blushing, smoothing out my dress, crossing my legs. He places his hand on my thigh, and nudges the left one off, I bite my lip with a smile as his hand skims onto my inner thigh and grips it softly. I softly laugh in pleasure. He leans into me, kisses my cheek, and whispers,

"Comfortable?"

"Mhhmm," I shake my head. No, I'm really f*****g nervous. "I... am just... nervous. You make me nervous sometimes."

"It's just dinner, you'll come out alive." He says moving a strand of my hair that was left out of my bun behind my ear, I turn towards him and kiss him. He puts his hand at the back of my neck, we stare at each other for a minute, I close my eyes coyly. Jake puts his lips against mine, and pushes his warm tongue between my lips, and into my mouth. I moan my mouth open, giving him more access. He plays with my tongue, and explores my mouth, then he starts sucking my bottom lip. I put my hand on top of his and drag it over my thigh and under my dress, he presses his index finger on my c**t over the fabric of the thong. He bites my lip and tugs on it with his teeth, and this hunger inside of me for him just grew wilder.

Like fuck... hurt me some more.

Jake pulls my thong teasingly and plays with the string, tugging it up, making it go between my slit and apply pressure to my c**t. He then, moves it to the side and massages my dripping p***y, sliding his middle finger along my lips, my thighs quiver shut, I struggle to keep them open. I lifted my hand up to his bottom shirt and tug on it, desperately needing to hold on to something.

He puts his forehead against mine "Scar," He moans.

"Yes," I whimper.

"Open your legs wider."

"Mhm." I whined, biting my lip, shaking my head.

"Yes." He groans pinching my c**t.

I moan submissively and open my legs and starts to slowly finger f**k me.

"Fuck." I whisper.

He put his other hand around my neck, and I roll my eyes to back of my back. "Tight." I barely say. He tightens his grip around my neck and f***s me faster, I put my hand on his wrist and spread my legs wider.

He makes me feel euphoric, I love his hand around my neck, and I love him biting my lip, I want him to bite my c**t. My lips were going to be so swollen later. He pushes two fingers in me and f***s me until my juices flow out of me inn release. He slowly takes his fingers out, loosens his grip around my neck.

He puts his fingers on my lips, "Taste yourself." He said. I lick his finger and sucked on it whole. I open my eyes as he f***s my mouth with his fingers; he slowly takes it out. He grabs my neck again and licks my lips, smiling against my them. I close my eyes as he tightens his grip around my neck.

"I hate you." I say with a smile.

"I love you."

I shake my head and pull away from him. "Okay."

"Wanted to return the favor."

"Favor received."

"Taste good right?"

I nod my head and laugh, fixing my dress and readjusting myself, my legs were still shaking softly. "I'm not gonna say anything." I said as a tall brunette walked our way, held a silver tray up to her neck.

Her head was down, she was blushing. She looked out of place, like she's seen something she shouldn't have.

Was she watching us? Imagine what she must be thinking, she probably thinks I'm a slut now. If she does I wouldn't blame her, I feel like a slut.

She's tall, brunette, and has tan skin, she wore black shorts, and a navy-blue school shirt. f**k she looks like a supermodel! Is she our waitress? How am I supposed to compete with someone like that?

"Mr. Young I don't mean to interrupt, I can come back in a little bit if you want me to." She says twiddling her fingers. Why are you shy? You look like a damn goddess. Maybe she's being shy because she likes him. Or f****d him.

"No Janice, don't worry about it," Jacob says, passing his hand over his mouth.

Why do you know her name? Did you sleep with her?

He probably did.

"You can call me Jacob."

"No, she can't—you continue to call him Mr. Young." I abruptly say.

"Ohm yes-okay..." she says looking down at her black flats.

I squint my eyes at her, I don't know her, but I already don't like her.

Jacob puts his hand on my lap.

"What are we having tonight, Janice?" Jacob said smirking. He knows exactly what he's doing to her, and he knows exactly what he's doing to me. Did he f**k her? I glare at her, clenching my jaw.

"For appetizers, you guys are having avocado crostini and shrimp ceviche." She says placing the appetizers onto the table in front of Jacob and me. The shrimp ceviche were these tortilla type chips with a type of sauce and shrimp on it, something I've never seen before, and the avocado crostini were these crouton breads with small pieces of avocado and other vegetables.

"Crostini..." I repeat trying to mask the fact that my wetness is dripping down my slit. What the f**k has he done to me? He just opens his f*****g mouth and immediately I'm a waterfall.

"And a medium-rare steak dinner for Mr. Young—a Tilapia dinner for his company." She said with a smile looking at me, still avoiding eye contact with Jacob. I gave her a bitter smile. I know I have no real reason to hate her, but I do.

I looked at him, then looked at her. He just smiled at me. Janice took the bottle of Cristal and began to pour it into our glasses

"Okay well, I'll come back with your dinner in a little while." She said, putting the bottle of Cristal back in the ice bucket. She gave us one last smile then she turns around and walks away.

I look at Jacob and we both smile at each other. He licks his lip and leans in to kiss me, I dodge the kiss.

"How do you know her?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"She likes you..."

"You don't know that."

"Oh, you and I both know, she likes you."

He puts his hand behind my lower back, "Even is she did like me, it wouldn't matter, because I like you."

"She can barely look at you," I say as he takes an appetizer off the table and put it close to my mouth, "Did you sleep with her?"

"Open your mouth." He said ignoring my question. I did as he said though, and took a bite of the appetizer, he took the rest and put it in his mouth.

He gave a nod in appreciation and shook his head, scrunching up his nose.

"Are we playing twenty questions?"

"No—yes we are. Okay, did you sleep with her?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because she looks like that."

"I don't see anyone but you."

"You are still not answering my question."

"No baby, I haven't slept with her."

"Do you plan on it? Do you plan on sleeping with anyone other me?" I ask.

He takes another appetizer, "Why would I want to do that?"

"Because you're not doing it with me."

"Scarlett, if not you, I'm not having s*x with anyone and I don't plan on, unless it's you. Now try this." He says putting the other appetizer near my mouth, I ate the whole thing.

He grinned at me.

"What?" I say with a mouth full.

"I love that jealous."

"I'm not jealous." I say with my mouth full.

"You can call him Mr. Young." He playfully mocks.

I rolled my eyes.

"Why do you know her name?"

"She works for me, now I don't want to talk about her anymore. Next topic."

"Why do you keep saying, you love me?"

He chuckled, "Because I do."

I just stared at him like he's crazy.

"You can't love me."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm me."

"Exactly why I love you, because you're you."

I shake my head, "You can't."

"Would you prefer me to love Janice?"

"If not her, someone like her."

"I love you, because you're not her, or anything like her."

"She's beautiful."

"And you're more than just beautiful."

"I'm too much."

"Your everything."

"I'm difficult."

"You're my difficult."

"I'm too much to handle."

"I can handle you every day."

"You're not gonna want to love me."

"Why do you keep fighting me?"

"Cause I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into."

"What am I getting myself into?"

"If you keep saying you love me, I'm going to start believing you, and then I'm going to start to love you."

"And I don't want that?"

"You're going to regret it."

"Why would I regret it?"

"Because I'm insecure, I'm needy, and I need so much affection. This is every day for me, I'm insecure. So, you'll always have to reassure me."

"Then I'll secure you, I give you whatever you need, and I'll make love to your body every day."

I close my eyes and shake my head. "I can't."

•••

I felt a body come against my back, Jacob's body. He slides his hands up my to my waist, then up to my mid-belly, rubbing his hands up my stomach to my breast, he grabs them and squeezed them together. I felt his erecting d**k pressing against my ass. I bite my lip and turn around to face him.

"Hi." I say.

He licks his lip, " Hi gorgeous."

I blush. Jacob puts his head at the crook of my neck, kissing my mark. He puts his hands up my thighs and under my dress, then slaps my ass hard, and I f*****g love that s**t.

I bite my lip, "I like that."

"Oh yea?"

"I'm getting wet again." I whisper seductively. With both hands on my ass, he squeezes my cheeks.

I put my lips against his and we make out and I feel him slowly ripping my dress from the behind. I put my hands on his belt to unbuckle him, I put my hands in his pants and felt his warm, heavy, thick, hard c**k in my hand. I slide my hand under his balls and squeeze them he bites my lip in reaction, and he bites my lip hard.

I swear I'm getting wetter by the second, my thighs are rubbing together so smoothly.

I moan against his lips, I pull back.

"Okay Jacob, you have to stop ripping my clothes."

He kissed my neck, "I'll buy you some more."

The ripping sound grew louder as he pulled my dress apart, he took it off of me.

He tossed the ripped dress in the water, I cover my naked breast with my arms.

"Stop covering yourself."

"It's cold."

"Move your hands to your sides Scar, I want to see you." He demands.

"Okay." I do as he says and put my alarms to my side.

Jacob puts his hands on my rubber band that's holding my hair up and pops it, making my hair go down to my back.

"You have beautiful hair... everything about you is so beautiful." He said putting his warm hands on my cold body.

I put my head down. I know I'm pretty enough to not let anyone believe a person when they call me otherwise, but the way he's looking at me right now. He's seeing something that I don't see in myself. He probably has so many opportunities with other women who are better than me, but he's choosing me. Why is he choosing me? What does he see in me? Maybe he's just waiting to have s*x with me than leave me.

I shut my eyes, so I don't start crying, because I cannot bear the thought of losing him.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying." I say turning away from him as the tears fall out my eyes.

I feel him step back from me, and then come back with a blanket and put over my shoulders and puts it around my body and held my body, placing a kiss at the back of my head.

"Please..." He said holding me tightly.

I wipe my tears and shake my head. "Why do you like me so much?"

"I don't just like you, I'm in love with you baby."

I felt my heart drop, "You can't keep saying stuff like that."

"Why don't you want me to?"

I look down and shrug my shoulders. He puts his hands around my back, "Come on, let's go inside."

I sigh. He leads me inside to the living room, and as I expected everything looks f*****g expensive. Just add to the list of things that makes him out of my league. He sat on couch and pulls me on in, hesitantly I spread my legs and sit on him. I let go of the blanket that covered me and put my arms around his neck, my head against his. I close my eyes. He put his hands under ass and held me in place.

"I'm scared too." He said.

"How?"

"That you'll leave me." He said. My heart stopped for a couple of seconds, I swear. How would he feel that?

"Why?" I ask my voice so soft, I close my eyes. He's practically perfect, who would ever want to leave him. But I guess I can't promise that I won't, even if I'm scared he will.

"Because... I'll probably hurt you... one day."

I smile because of the irony, I always want him to f*****g hurt me. "I'm not on the same page."

"Not only am I a werewolf, but I also am an Alpha."

"You're an Alpha, I know that already." I open my eyes.

"Which comes with an Alpha temper."

"Like Katie?"

"90 times worst than Katie's. I used to struggle with it."

"You never lost your temper around me."

"Because you were so young and innocent, everything about you soothed him. Your aura, your scent, your face."

"Him?"

"My wolf. He loved you before I even knew who you were."

I kissed his nose and he closed his eyes, "And I can't do it anymore?" I ask dolefully.

"You're different now."

"Well I guess I'm sorry I'm not who you want me to be."

"It's not like that."

"Then how is it?"

"I feel differently about you then I did when you were a kid, your body is different, your different, and instead of loving you, I want to make love to you. And it's frustrating that I can't."

"You can."

"I want to, but I don't want you to regret it, I don't want to ruin you for someone else."

Fuck, you already have.

I kiss him, "Why would I regret it, when all I've thought about since I've first seen you is making love with you?"

"It's complicated." He says opening his eyes and staring directly into mine.

"It's just a couple of words."

"I've done things, that no one would be proud of, and when you know them you won't look at them the same."

"You've killed someone?"

He closes his eyes again, "People."

"Cold blood?"

He nods his head.

"Because of wolf, or temper? Why?"

"Yes, yes, and because of you." He says opening his eyes.

I sigh. What do I think about that? Part of me wants to leave, but I can't. If someone else would have told me this, I would run and never look back, but he isn't everyone else and I think I love him, especially because he's killed for me. How could someone love me this much?

I pass my thumb over his lips, "The people you killed for me, did they at least deserve it."

"Most of them."

"Was it over 50?"

He shook his head.

"30?"

He shook his head no.

"10."

He shook his head again. It doesn't make it any better, but I don't have a right to judge him. If I was in his position, I might have done the same thing—I might have not.

"Less than 10."

"For me?"

"Yes." He says tightening his hold on my ass.

"Why did you kill the other people?"

"They deserved it."

"I hope so." I say biting the inside of my mouth.

His right hand raised up to my breast, he held my right breast in his hand and squeezes it. I shut my eyes and moan. His tongue pass over my n****e and my toes curls. He put his other hand under my p***y and rubs me. I was already so wet again. He took my n****e between his teeth and bit it so harshly, I cry his name out in pleasure. He sucks on my and licks the other one.

"I'm soo wet." I whine rolling my eyes behind my head. "Why am I already so wet?"

"Fuck." He groans, his face between my breast. He stands with me and lays on the floor, kisses my neck and whisper, "You smell so f*****g beautiful. Do you taste as good as you smell?" Jake rips the thong and presses his thumb inside my hole.

"Oh, my f*****g gosh!" My p***y throbs.

"Tell me what you want."

I moan, "You."

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"Everything!" I whimper.

He takes the thumb that was inside me and rubs it over my wet, hard n****e, and licks it.

"Tell me specifically."

"Jacob."

"Or I won't do anything at all."

"I want you to hurt me. Choke me. Choke me with your d**k. Use my mouth, f**k my mouth." I shut my eyes in embarrassment, but that's really the f**k I want right now.

"Open your eyes Scarlett." He says.

I obey. He stands up and begins to unbutton his shirt. I get on knees in and watch him as he gives me what I want. After unbuttoning his shirt, I sat patiently as he unzips his pants and pulls out his d**k. His tip stood red and angry, and he was so f*****g hard, and big.

He's hard for me, I just want to spend the night fitting it in my mouth.

"Open your mouth wide." He orders.

I open it wide. He puts his d**k on my lips, I lick his tip.

"You want this d**k?"

"Yes." I moan.

"Beg for it."

I put my head, "I don't how."

"Tell how you want me."

"I want your c*m all over my face," I close my eyes. "I want you to treat me like your whore."