Looking Beyond

Chapter 8: We Need to Talk

Brea carefully made her way up the stairs, trying to ignore Trevor calling after her. She nudged the door, that led to the stairs in Jacob's room, open with her foot. "I can't believe I was so hung up on him. Ugh. I was so stupid - I knew his reputation." She muttered to herself as she climbed the stairs. She reached the top of the stairs and was surprised to find Jacob sitting on the couch, in front of his keyboard. "Jacob? I brought breakfast." She held the makeshift tray in front of her.

Jacob looked up, equally surprised. "You're back?"

"Erik came up and said that Dan made breakfast. You didn't sound like you were ready to wake up, so I stole your shorts and got some to bring up to you."

"I thought you had second thoughts..." He adverted his gaze and then looked back at her. "What's for breakfast?"

"Bacon and eggs. Hold on a second. You thought I'd just leave and not say anything?" Brea placed the tray down on the coffee table. "If that's what you want me to do, then I'll get my stuff and -"

"No!" Jacob ran hand across his newly shortened hair. "I didn't see you when I woke up and I figured that it was one of two things: a really vivid dream, or you had left."

"For the record, I don't do stuff like that. Next time I'll wake you up, no matter how tired you seem." Brea grabbed a juice from the tray and drank as quickly as she could.

Jacob tried to overlook the fact that Brea had just mentioned a 'next time'. Now that he knew that she hadn't just left, he needed answers. "Brea?"

The brunette swallowed the large amount of juice in her mouth and answered timidly. "Yes?"

"Why didn't you tell me that..."

"That I'd never had sex before?"

Jacob nodded. "I thought you said that you had done stuff you regretted."

"You took that to mean sex?"

"Yeah."

"There are tons of things a person can do that are sexual and not actually have intercourse." Brea's cheeks began to feel flush.

"But why didn't you say something?" Jacob asked.

"Would you have let things go as far as they did?"

"Of course not! It's supposed to mean something special! You're not supposed to be drunk when you -"

"I wasn't drunk." Brea crossed her arms in front of her defiantly. "I had one beer and drank part of another. And for the record, it meant something special."

"I was buzzed. You should have had a better experience than - it meant something to you?"

"You kept asking me if I was alright and telling me that I was beautiful." She felt her cheeks burn warmer. "It was the first time a guy made me feel like I was special." She gnawed on her lower lip. "As for the not telling you, to be honest, I didn't really think about that until it you were inside. Before that, I was too busy thinking about touching you and hoping I was making you feel as good as you were making me."

Jacob grabbed Brea's face, holding it still as he planted the firmest and most tender kiss of Brea's life. "I want to make it up to you." Brea allowed him to lead her back to his bed. He removed his shirt and then pulled hers off, letting his fingers skim over her skin as it was being exposed. Hooking his fingers in band of the shorts she wore, he pulled her closer and pressed her against him. "I meant what I said last night."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. His hands slid the shorts from her hips and down to the floor. Brea pulled back from the kiss, sliding her hands down Jacob's body to the band of his boxer briefs. "You're overdressed." She smirked as she jerked them down. She ran her fingers along his thighs. She watched as he became aroused by her touch. She found it fascinating that she was doing this to him.

He pulled her close to him and kissed her neck. He smirked against her skin as she tilted her head to the side and moaned softly. His lips moved teasingly along her neck and up her jaw, finally reaching her lips. He walked her backwards, until the edge of his bed hit the back of her knees, causing her to fall back onto her rear. He knelt down in front of her. "I want to show you how your first time should be..." He rubbed the tops of her thighs, nudging them apart with his hands.

Brea could feel her pulse and breathing quicken at his touch. She watched as he kissed his way up her inner thigh. She panicked. "Jake...Jacob." She caressed his face. "No."

Jacob's face flushed red. "I'm sorry...I..." He backed away from her and stood up.

Brea could see the mistake she made instantly. "It's not that...I just..." She reached out to him. "I'm not ready for you to..." Her cheeks burned at the memory of the time she spent after Shane and the things told to her by guys she'd rather forget having met. "I just wanted to feel you again..." her voice dropped to almost a whisper.

Jacob looked back up at her. "You wanted to what?"

Brea bit her lower lip hard. "I wanted to feel you inside of me again. It felt...I don't know how long we'll have before Sav comes looking for me."

Jacob nodded his understanding and kissed her. The two soon found themselves entangled together in his bed again. Brea wrapped her legs as tightly as she could around Jacob, trying to pull him as deeply into as she could. "So close..." He grunted.

Brea dug her fingernails across his shoulders. "You feel so good..." She whispered to him, shuddering slightly as she felt herself get wetter as he thrusted into her. "You make me..." she moaned as his thrusts sped up.

A couple of thrusts later, he laid on top of her - her legs still wrapped tightly around him, pressing his forehead against hers. "Brea..."

A voice from the bottom of the stairs. "I'll get him Vannah-Girl. You just need to back off and cool down." Brea and Jacob froze.

"I'm FINE! Now get out of my way and let me talk to them!"

"Vannah-Girl, Brea said that he let her stay the night because we locked the door on her."

"I want to know if he..." Savannah's voice dropped so that Jacob and Brea couldn't hear her.

"We need to get dressed! Now!" Jacob whispered to Brea.

The two hastily untangled themselves and sought out their clothes. Brea found her bra from the night before and hooked it as fast as she could. She picked up the discarded shirt of Jacob's that she had been wearing. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna wear this until I can get changed."

"It looks good on you." Jacob pulled his shirt over his head and winked at her. "Did you see where my - here they are." He pulled on his boxer briefs.

"I'm going to need to shower." Brea whispered as she fished her panties off the floor. "I don't think I've worked out that hard in a really long time. I probably smell all gross."

"Or sexy." Jacob grabbed her and kissed her again.

Brea opened an eye mid-kiss, swearing that she heard someone on the stairs. Seeing no one there, she closed her eye and enjoyed the kiss.