Lost in His Secret’s

Four: Feelings

*knock knock knock* I am standing outside of Jake’s door at the Bell’s in. I have butterflies like when I was a kid and I would see him, or when I would think about him. I grew anxious as I seen the shadow on the curtain move closer to the door. My heart was beating fast and then the door opens. A tall, handsome Jake stands at the door. His shirtless torso right in arms reach. I wanted to reach forward and touch his muscular chest and run my fingers along his tattoos. I could feel my p**** getting wet as I stood there, undressing him the rest of the way with my eyes. His abs glistening from the bright porch light above. He sees me staring at him, picturing him between my thighs. A half smile grows on his face as he gestures for me to enter his room. When I walk through the door I smell the sandalwood and leather that I smelled on him at the club. A half drunken bottle of whiskey sits on the end stand.

The door closes behind me and I turn to look at him. Before I say am able to say anything he is in front of me. I feel the heat radiating off his skin. Part of me aches to feel his skin the other part of me is remembering the innocence of being children together. In an instant he wraps me in his arms and pulls me in. He holds me there for what feels like five minutes. He grabs my arms and puts a space between him and I. I am lost for words. I can’t believe my childhood crush is standing in front of me. Hugging me in ways he’s never hugged me before. I gain my composure and look up into his eyes and smile.

“I didn’t get to ask why you’re here, do you still live in Ohio, in our home town?” I ask with curiosity. He put his hands above head, clasping his fingers together, placing them behind his head. He turns to sit on the bed.

“Yes ma’am, and I’m actually down here on business.” His voice deep and proud.

“Business?” I say in a shocking manner. “What type of business?” My curiosity growing deeper. I never pictured this country boy to be a business man. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Not that type of business.” I stand here waiting for the more detailed reason. I think he reads my face. “I have a little club business to take care of down here.” He says.

“What type of club business?” I ask, hoping to get a bit more out of him.

“That ma’am, is confidential, I can’t tell you that.” He says.

“Well, now I’m curious. You just go club to club in different states to conduct business?” I ask.

“Not that type of club.” He leans over and grabs a leather vest. The vest has patches all over it. On the back of the vest in the middle it reads ‘Sandmen MC Ohio.’ He’s in a gang!? A look of disappointment washes over my face.

“So besides being in a gang..” I breathe out. Jake’s facial expression changes. His brows crease in he looks disgusted.

“It’s not a gang Tinsley, Sandmen is a motorcycle club.” His voice sounding of concern.

“Okay, jeez.” I put my hands up in defense. “What do you do for a living?” I ask changing the subject.

His body relaxes. He sits for a second and chuckles before answering. “I actually work at a sand plant.”

“Now that is something.” I giggle. It’s quiet for a few seconds before I break the silence. “I am a student and I am studying psychology.”

“No, now THAT is something.” He says. His words make me smile.

“Eh, it’s really nothing. I should probably get going though, I do need to study for finals.” I say. Part of me hopes he asks me to stay. I don’t want to leave. Him being here, in Tennessee, makes it feel like home.

“Let me walk you to your place.” He is telling me, rather than asking.

“Okay.” I agree.

We get outside of my building. The night is quiet. I hear cars driving by and the faint sound of sirens in the back ground. I’m enjoying the silence, and the having Jake beside me. I take it all in, not wanting to part ways.

“You know.” Jake breaks the silence. “I’m really happy I bumped into you tonight.” He adds. “You look so damn beautiful Tinsley.” The butterflies come rushing back. I need to get inside, old feelings are coming back and I can’t stop myself from thinking about not seeing him for who knows how long. Tears start to swell in my eyes.

“Thank you Jake.” I whisper. “You look handsome, like always.” We both smile. “I have to go so.” I look at him apologetically. “Be safe Jake if I don’t see you before you leave.” He smiles and nods his head. I turn around to enter the building and I feel a hand grab my wrist, pulling me back. I turn around and before I can say or do anything, my face is cupped in Jake’s hands and his lips are on mine. He pushes into the kiss, deepening it. I part my lips. His tongue exploring my mouth. My mind is completely lost. I have been waiting so long for this and damn is the wait worth it. The kissing becomes lighter. I can feel my p**** throbbing, juices soaking my panties. I want Jake more than anything right now. Right here in front of these doors. I moan into his kiss and he pulls away.

“Jake.” I whisper. I can’t get anymore words to leave my mouth.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since we were teens Tinsley.” His voice shaking.

“Jake.” I whisper again. Suddenly the door swings open and it’s Monique.

“What are you doing out of bed!?” I squeal. “You scared me!”

“I went to your room because I forgot my cell phone at the club, I figured you were out here getting fresh air.” Her hair is matted and the strong smell of alcohol emits off her breath.

“I’m gonna head back to the inn Tinsley. It was good seeing you.” Jake says. He puts his hand up to say goodbye.

Monique stands there swaying, holding onto the door to keep herself from falling. “Who is THAT?” Monique slurs. I turn and look at her. She would want to be sober for this.

“Let’s go, back to bed, we will get your phone tomorrow.” I grab her arm to help hold her up.

I will talk to her about Jake tomorrow. I have to wrap my head around what just happened, I still can’t believe that kiss. I hope Jake comes by tomorrow before he leaves, I have some questions I need to ask about us, and if I’m being honest, I hope he lays one of those kisses on me again.