The Consequences {Jacob Black}

Chapter CXXXIV

The only times that Jake and I had ever stayed away from home, with the exception of our trip to Seattle, had been so that we could be adults. As tired as I was, I was ready to do whatever Jake would want. If I was tired of home, Jake, who spent all his time patrolling and making sure that we were all safe, had to be fucking exhausted. He took care of everything that I could ever need and had even gone so far as to register for me for a fight. I needed that release which meant that Jake could probably use it too. So I would put up with whatever he needed because he would always do the same for me.

Jake was pretty much holding me up and dragging me into the hotel. I kept my arm wrapped around his waist while he kept his around my shoulders and pulled me along. He checked us in and slipped the duffle from my shoulder. I had noted earlier that there was more than just my competition clothes in there, but I hadn't been paying attention to exactly what they were.

Jake towed me up to the room, keeping a hand on my waist while he opened the door. The room was large, obviously one of the nicer suites that the hotel had to offer. He dropped the duffle and guided me towards the bathroom, closing the door behind me. "Maybe you should fight more often," he laughed, pulling the tank top that I had put on over my head. "You got tired pretty quick there." I snorted, but I couldn't dispute what he was saying. I was emotionally exhausted after the last two days.

Jake's thumbs hooked themselves into my spandex shorts and drew them down my leg. He kept a hand at my bare waist while I stepped out, my eyelids drooping with exhaustion. I shouldn't be this tired after one tourney. He reached behind me, the water hissing as it was pushed through the pipes and into the bathtub. Jake's hot arms wrapped around my naked body and lifted me into the tub. The water was warm, just as it should be. It pelted my chest and breasts and Jake's hand while he peeled his own t-shirt off of his body. He managed to get one leg of his shorts down far enough that he could step on the end and pull them all the way off.

He joined me then, drawing me back against his chest so that the water was bouncing off my hair and into his face. "I could never understand how someone as pretty as you could fight as tough as you do," he said, grabbing the hotel soap from the rim of tub and squirted a dollop of it in his hand and began rubbing it against my chest.

I was half asleep by the time that he had deemed me clean enough to get out of the shower. He wrapped a thick towel around my body and lifted me high against his chest. "Jake, I'm fine," I said when he was placing down on the bed. Instead of getting me dressed, however, he undid my cocoon and crawled into bed behind me. I smiled at him tiredly and rolled over to him.

I reached up and kissed him slowly and sweetly, tempting him to pull me close and do all the things that he was probably dreaming about. Jake pulled back after a little while with a deep chuckle and pressed my head down against his chest. "Go to sleep, Annie," he said, still laughing. I frowned and tried to piece together my thoughts. Why else would he bring me to the hotel? I reached up again and kissed him but he pushed me back down again. "I'm serious, Rye. Go to sleep, you're tired."

"But... Aren't we going to — — you know?" I trailed off suggestively. He laughed, shaking me with all his laughter.

"We can do that in the morning," he said, pressing down on my head again and pulling the sheets over us. "I didn't bring you here so that we can have sex, Annie. I brought you here so that you could get some sleep. We both need some sleep. Go to sleep," he said, still laughing at me.

I caught the sound of his heartbeat underneath my ear and let the sound lull me to sleep, not missing the sex at the moment.

"Annie," a voice tempted me. The smell of coffee wafted through the air and filled my nose with the sweet aroma. I rolled my head back and forth trying to make whatever was trying to wake me up go away. "Annie, wake up sweetheart. We have to get gong," he said. "I made you coffee." I snuggled deeper into my pillow.

"I don't want to wake up," I grumbled. "No, no, no," I added. He laughed and pulled me upright, my eyes still shut and my spine turned to mush. His large, hot hand spanned my bare back to keep me upright while he pressed the coffee into my hands. I took it gratefully and pressed it against my lips. The liquid rushed down my throat and filled me with such warmth, waking me up and prying my eyes open. "I mean, I guess when you have coffee waiting for me, I can wake up," I said. He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

I wanted to talk to you about something really quick," he said when I had drained the entire cup. I looked over at him, laying my cup down on the nightstand and looking up at him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, fighting the urge to say What'd I do?

"I wanted to talk to you about what you said last night. Or, I guess you didn't say it, but I still wanted to talk to you about it." I blushed bright red. Normally, I was pretty easy going about talking about sex and all that. I honestly believed that people had to be willing to talk about it if it was going to be something that both people enjoyed. "You're seriously going to blush?" he laughed. "You'll tell me how to do things but you won't talk about it with me afterwards?" I laughed at myself now; Jake had a point. I was embarrassed about things that we did whenever we got the chance. "Please look at me?"

I raised my blue eyes to meet his brown ones. He was dead serious, his eyes sparkling with remnants of laughter but still firm. "I love you, Ryanne. And I love the things that we do." I blushed a little darker and fought to keep my gaze level with his. "But I don't want you to think that we have to do something every time that we're not at home. Don't get me wrong, sex is great but I love you for you. So on nights like last night, when you're exhausted and can't keep your head up, I don't want you to feel like you have to have sex with me. I don't need it from you," he explained.

I looked down at the bedspread. "I just — — You registered me for that fight because you knew that it would make me feel better and I wanted to do the same for you," I whispered to explain why I acted the way that I did last night.

"You make me feel better just by being around me, Annie," he said seriously. He wasn't the only one who wanted sex. I wanted it as much, if not more, as he did.

"That's the only thing that I can do to make you feel better?" I asked, pulling away from him and sitting on the center of the bed, legs crossed at the ankle. I leaned back on my hands, knowing that my boobs were standing out from my small waist. "Well, then I think I'll just go back to bed," I said. I rolled over and sat up on my knees to rearrange the pillows, knowing what he would be looking at.

It worked just as I thought it would. The bed jumped wildly as Jake pounced landing gingerly on top of me before rolling me over. "I can think of some other things that you could do that would make me feel good," he breathed into my ear.

His knees squeezed around my thighs, pressing the together and preventing me from moving. He pinned my wrists above my head and rested his nose against my temple, inhaling the scent of me. The position was similar to what Murphy had put me in all those months ago, but I felt no fear this time. The man in front of me this morning wouldn't hurt me if his life depended on it. No; he would protect me with everything that he had.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, drawing my tongue into his mouth as his hands tested my skin. I kissed him back, feeling him rub against my thigh. "You're going a little too slow," I groaned into his mouth. He laughed and pulled back, parting my legs with on of his knees.

"I love you, baby girl," he muttered, kissing me deeply. I was so lost, all I could do was hum in response.