A Stormy Love

Chapter 17

The only sound that filled the room was the noise of the ceiling fan. Your eyes haven't left Jake's; he watched you stare into his soul. He wondered if you were judging him because of what he just said about him being in rehab or if you're happy to know he's alive.

David entered the room with a tray of lemonade and placed it on the coffee table.

You and Jake are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, completely silent. Not a word has been said since Jake said he used to be addicted to drugs.

"Lemonade anyone?" Dave said breaking the tension. 'Typical Dave Rosin' you both think.

"Sure," You and Jake say in unison, bumping hands as you both go to grab the same glass of lemonade.

"So," Dave says, again trying to loosen the tension in the room.

"Rehab, huh...?" Dave questions causally.

"Jesus fuck Dave, this is serious. Can you not...?" You shout.

"I am being serious--" his voice raises to the same tone you were using, basically challenging who could be the loudest.

"Guys," Jake mumbles being completely ignored by you and Dave shouting at each other from across the room.

"Guys..." He repeats in a soft voice.

"GUYS."

The room went silent and Dave sat down on a chair that was across from the couch.

"I haven't had normal human contact for half a year, can we PLEASE get over this right now? I missed you guys..." Jake says trying to direct the conversation to the both of you but only looking into your eyes.

"I missed you..." he repeats in a soft voice placing your hand in his palm.

"I missed you too," you say staring into his big green eyes.

The sound of squeaking leather echoed the silent room as Dave shifted his position in the chair; he was clearly feeling uneasy watching you and Jake flirt.

Realizing that Dave and I were practically in a relationship, I slide my hand away from Jake's and continue to ask him questions about his addiction and the rehab.

After about 10 minutes of Jake being completely honest with us, he finally stops answering. "Hey, I have a question for you now..." His eyes look at the both of us curiously and he first thought that comes to my mind is 'shit, he knows about me and Dave...' Looking over at Dave, I can tell he's thinking the same thing.

Fuck.

After a few seconds (that seemed to feel like hours) Jake finally speaks, "so, you thought I was dead...? What did you think happened to my body? Was there no funeral?"

Thank god, he doesn't suspect anything with me and Dave.

Dave's starts explaining which interrupts your thoughts, "We had a funeral but they told us they needed to do some tests on your body...?"

"Why did they lie to us? That can't be legal, I bet we could sue..." You complain.

"What would be the point of that" Dave growls, clearly pissed off at you.

"So, you've just been staying here with Dave?" Jake questions.

There was a pause before you answered; hopefully not making anything obvious. "Yeah, mhm, pretty much." you stutter and nod your head up and down.

"That was nice of you Dave, thanks."

Unable to hold in his feelings, Dave stands up and starts storming out of the room, "Don't fuckin thank me." Dave slams the front door, and you and Jake sit there watching his car pull out of the drive way and speed down the street.

"What was that all about?"

Without answering, you slowly slide your way down the couch and stop as soon as your hips are touching Jake's. "I really did miss you baby. More than you could ever imagine. Don't ever do that to me again. Promise?"

"I promise." He whispers, you can feel his hot breath on your neck as he slides his hand up your thigh. "It's been a long time--"

"Shh," you cut him off by grabbing a handful of the back of his hair and bring his face towards yours. Kissing him passionately, your head fills with lust and old memories. Oh how you missed him like this. Repositioning yourself, you spread your legs and sit on top of him. Taking control, he flips you over so his body is now hovering over top you. It's so hot how he was so dominant. His sweet taste filled your mouth as his lips parted yours. You couldn't remember the last time you've been kissed like this. Dave was a great kisser but there was definitely no spark...at least not anything you felt; the only problem is, he felt very different about you.

You can feel his hands shimmying up your dress and you start to undo his pants, revealing his 8 inch.

"Ready?" he smirks, looking straight into your eyes. You blush and nod. This is the first time in 6 months that you've truly felt alive.

Pushing your panties aside he slowly enters you; not too gently, but not too eagerly. Fuck, he was good at this...just the way it used to be. His lips attacked yours as his hips rammed against you. Finally he was fully in you. Jake started to push in and out of you and each time you could feel yourself getting wetter. Unable to control yourself you let out a shout "Oh god, Jacob!" Smirking and kissing your neck, he started to pump in you faster.

"Say my name," Jake commands breathlessly, "I'm going to cum" 

"Me too, oh fuck, Jacob"

"Louder," he orders.

"Ahhh, uh Jak- uh Ja-" trying to spit out the words but unable to being so close to cumming.

You bite onto his ear as you both explode with pleasure.

Panting heavily,  Jake went limp against you, his penis slipping out of you dripping wet.

"Holy shit," he gasps grinning ear to ear.

"Wow," you reply as you notice your body is covered in sweat.

You start to roll over but Jake grabs your body and keeps you close to him, "I love you (Y/N)."