The One Night Stand Turns Out To Be My Professor

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Jenny’s POV

I was feeling very awkward.

I was alone in the house with Jacob, and I was feeling very weird. We were the only ones inside the house. Lyanna had gone back to her place and Ian had taken Sophia back to his place for an alone time. I think they just wanted to fuck without having to worry about being to noisy or anything like that.

Jacob, on the other hand, remained here with me, as per Ian’s request, so that he could keep me safe. Ian had called off all the men watching us so I guessed Sophia had worked her charm on him.

I turned my head and looked at Jacob who seemed so invested in the cup of coffee he was drinking. I gulped and looked away from him. I found myself wondering if he’d have stayed here anyways if Ian didn’t tell him to. I ran my hands through my hair and my hand moved to the necklace he had given me.

The vervain necklace. I made sure it was something I never took off no matter what. He gave it to me so that it would keep me safe from the other vampires. But at the same time, it still felt very special to me.

Growing bored of the awkwardness and silence, I decided to ask him. “Do you think…do you think they’d be back anytime soon?”

He went stiff, and then he turned to me slowly and raised a brow like he didn’t hear what I said the first time. “What?” He asked.

“I said, do you think that they’d be back anytime soon?” I asked him again and he just shrugged.

“I can’t say for sure,” he answered and I bit my lip, nodding my head before turning away from him.

“Why do you keep encouraging Sophia to…take the risky decisions she takes, just to rile Ian up?” He asked and I furrowed my brow then shook my head at him.

“Sophia doesn’t rile him up on purpose,” I answered quietly. “Would you like it if I locked you up in your room 24/7, because some people you don’t even know, and didn’t offend, are after your life?”

He bit his lip and remained quiet. “Would you like it if you can’t walk freely, knowing some people are always watching you and reporting your very movement to someone else?” I asked and he remained quiet still.

“Good. That’s the exact same way we feel. You can’t fault us for feeling that way. It’s not something we can get used to just like that. It’s not something we can ever get used to,” I explained to him softly.

“We’re just trying to protect you both,” he replied quietly and I smiled at him, nodding.

“We know that,” I answered. “And we appreciate that but you and our brother can’t just treat us like caged birds.”

He clenched his jaw and then shifted on the chair. “Come here,” he grumbled.

“Huh?” I asked, my brows raising before I got up from the chair and walked up to him. “I’m here.”

“You’re so hot,” he murmured, taking my hand in his. “Do you know that?”

“Uhm…” I began and trailed off, not exactly knowing what to say. My cheeks was heating up. I hadn’t expected him to…complement me. “Thanks?”

“I’m serious,” he said, his eyes boring into mine. Within a blink of an eye, he had me on his lap.

“Jacob,” I breathed out, my chest rising and falling hard. I was so disoriented. And there was a wild ache in my core now.

I opened my mouth to talk again, to tell him that we shouldn’t be doing this, but then he took that as an opportunity, leaning forward and slamming his lips on mine hard, and sliding his lips into my mouth.

My eyes went wide and I went rigid, and then slowly. I relaxed into his hold, moaning slightly, kissing him back with the same pace he was using with me.

“Oh, gods,” he moaned in my mouth. “I hate that…” He trailed off, pulling back and staring into my eyes. “I hate how attracted I am to you.”

My nostrils flared but I wasn’t angry. His words only seemed to fuel my desire for him more. He ran his hands through my hair and pulled me back to him, kissing him harder and grinding hard on him.

I could feel his hard on beneath me already and I rubbed myself on him. His hand slid under my skirt and I moaned as his hand touched my clit, sliding up and down, caressing through the cotton panties I was wearing.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured against my lips, pushing my panties aside. “You’re so fucking wet.”

I moaned as his finger slid into me and remained here. I clenched around his finger. “Did you let someone else touch you?” He demanded and I went still.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Have you let someone else touch you?” He asked, and I remembered his words from that first night. Only he gets to touch me.

I resisted the urge to be difficult with him and shook my head slowly. “No,” I whispered. “Never.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, his eyes glinting while I lifted myself off him slightly and fumbled with the joggers he was wearing before pulling it down along with his boxers. He was rock hard, his cock standing already, brushing against my clit. A slight moan escaped me along with a shiver.

He placed his hand on my hips and lowered me down on his cock slowly. A gasp escaped my lips at first, but then I forced myself to relax, going down till I was practically sitting on him.

I was breathing heavily and fast and I stared at him, my nails digging into his shoulder while he opened his eyes.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, his hands moving don to my ass and tightening on it. He began to lift me up and down on his cock, making me ride him slowly.

It didn’t take long for me to have my climax and he followed suit immediately, shooting streams of his seed inside of me.

I was breathing heavily, everything dawning on me again. I just had sex with Jacob who I was supposed to hate. And he hated me too. I got up from him instantly, a lump forming in my throat as I moved away from him. He probably didn’t want to see me right now.

“Wait,” he said, getting up too and taking my hand.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice cracking a bit. It took an effort for me to act like I wasn’t about to cry.

“Come here,” he murmured, leading me up the stairs to my room. He took me to the bathroom and took his time bathing me in silence, before taking me to the bed afterwards and cuddling me.