dead."
I shake my head side to side and then regret it. When he'd tackled me I cracked my head on the tile. The paramedics bandaged it but told me I'd be fine. Just tender for a few days.
"Yeah, shit," I say.
The doorbell rings. Lace and I look at each other but before I can rise from my bed I hear the front door open. Christ, Mom didn't lock the door? My heart starts pounding as adrenaline dumps into me. My arms shake as I leap straight from the bed to my feet. Lace is beside me looking around the room for a place to hide as the stairs outside my room creak. We look at each other wide eyed then move towards the closet.
"Sheila?" Jake's voice comes from the hallway as he knocks softly on my door.
How in the hell does he know so much about me and my house? Lace shrugs pursing her lips.
"Jake?" my voice sounds tentative even to my own ears.
"May I come in?" he asks.
"Uhm, yeah," I say shrugging to Lace who just shakes her head.
Jake walks into the room. He has a few small bandages on his face and hands. I see relief flooding through him as he looks me up and down.
"Thank God you're alright," he exhales.
"Yeah," I say unsure what to say or do.
Part of me wants to run into his arms. Hide in the warm circle of him locking the world outside. The other part wants to run the other way putting as much distance as possible between us.
Jake stares at me without saying a word. Tension builds in the room between the three of us. I have no idea how to break it or if I want to. He raises a hand then lowers it. He frowns, opens his mouth as if about to say something then closes it without a word. Tears well up behind my eyes. I'm not sure why I'm about to cry. So many emotions war inside me, my chest feels tight, and I'm on the edge of being overwhelmed. Crying just seems natural at this point. I try to hold it back but I can't stop the flow. The first tear falls from my eye.
Jake's brow wrinkles and then he's moving forward. His arms wrap around me and I'm pulled into him tightly. The musky scent of him engulfs me. The strength of him holds me up and I can't hold the dam any longer. My tears flow in full force wracking my body with sobs as I cling to him. He strokes my hair, whispers in my ear and I let it all go. I pour out my pain, my fear, and even my desire, washing myself clean as he holds me. I barely notice as Lace makes her way out of my room, easing the door closed behind her.
"It's okay," he whispers in my ear over and over.
My hands run across his shoulders and trace the lines of his biceps. I grab his head and pull him around so that our lips meet crushing against him with my passion. I feel him harden against me as his arm around my waist pulls me tighter. Pressing together he lifts me up and carries me to my bed. I kiss him with not only passion but a burning need. Having faced death I need an affirmation of life. I need to feel alive, to feel needed, wanted, and desirable.
He lays me gently back onto the bed lowering himself over me. He moves between my thighs, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants as it presses against my thin pajama bottoms. My body responds to the nearness yearning to be filled. Both his hands entwine in my hair and he forces me to look into his eyes. Fire burns there hot and wild. I throw myself into that pyre giving him my heart.
My hands rip at his shirt until the fabric tears open. Lips against mine with bruising force, his hips thrust into mine, fighting the barriers. I reach, struggle and fumble with the fasten of his pants. Lose my grip as he again thrusts his driving need against me.
He kisses his way down my neck, across my collar, down my chest. He grips my shirt in his teeth pulling the soft pliable fabric down until my left breast is revealed. He dives at my tender flesh taking my taut nipple into his mouth with a surprising gentleness. His tongue rolls my sharp bud around pressing it against the edges of his teeth sending tingling sensations out across my