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On The Floor (Second Story)

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by LaCross, Jennifer


  When it’s time for his solo, he steps back from the microphone a little bit and closes his eyes. He bites his lower lip, concentrating on his music. I see all the muscles in his arms flex as he plays. But unlike my reaction to Nate, watching Jake play has me nearly panting. My smile is gone and my lips are parted. I’ve stopped moving to the music as I watch him strum. He literally has me mesmerized.

  I watch his fingers glide and move across as he plays, and I imagine they are on me. They start in my hair and dance down touching my lips as they slide down my body. My neck, the sides of my breasts, my hips, my thighs. They grip me, make my body tremble and my need swell. My breathing is shallow and my heart is racing as the guitar solo slows.

  His eyes open and they find mine. I see the heat in his eyes. Like he knows that he just made love to me with his music. He releases his lip from his teeth and runs his tongue along it. With each shallow breath, I want him. I need him.

  And he knows it.

  As the song ends, Jenna elbows me and looks from me to Nate. I shake myself out of my haze and smile up at Nate as I cheer. He has a weird look on his face and I know he saw my reaction while I was watching Jake.

  I feel like a total bitch.

  They play a few more songs and I try my hardest to keep my eyes on Nate, but every once in a while, I shift my focus to Jake. I keep my glances brief, but every time I look over and see his face while he sings and plays, I melt.

  About a half hour into their set, everyone leaves the stage but Jake. They all walk backstage, and I hear Jake start talking.

  “So this is the part where everyone else gets to take a break and I get to play some of the stuff I’ve been working on. Today, I’m going to do something a little different. I’m in a different kind of mood,” he says lifting an eyebrow and giving the crowd a half smile. When he stops talking he looks right at me, and our eyes lock. My pulse quickens and my breath catches.

  Then he starts playing an acoustic version of Ho Hey, by the Lumineers. He closes his eyes as he starts to sing, and I can see all of the emotion on his face. Everything that I see written on his face, is what I feel in my heart. He’s telling me that he is done fighting against what we have. What we’re feeling. He wants to be good enough for me. He wants to try.

  We belong together.

  Even more, he belongs with me. I belong with him.

  We belong to each other.

  I agree with him. Completely.

  The crowd is singing with him now, but I can barely hear anything outside of his deep, sensual voice. When he starts to sing the second verse, he opens his eyes and looks right into mine. And they stay on me for the rest of the song.

  He doesn’t want to be friends. He wants me to choose him.

  And I do. I choose him.

  I soak up every word of his musical confession. I will remember this moment forever. It is etched in my heart and soul for the rest of my life.

  When the song ends, the rest of the band comes on stage and Jake breaks eye contact with me. I feel Jenna pull me through the crowd to the bathroom.

  She looks at me, and my expression is still full of surprise. I am stunned. Jenna has been right the whole time. Jake has feelings for me.

  “Oh. My. God! I told you so!” she says pointing at me. “What are you going to do?”

  “Be with him.” It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever decided in my life. There was really never even a choice to be made.

  We stay far away from the stage for the rest of the show. When they finish, I see some girls go up to the band and start giggling and flirting. I can see both Jake and Nate looking for me. I make eye contact with Nate. I need to talk to him before anything happens between me and Jake.

  Nate comes over to me. “You want to head home?” he asks.

  I nod my head and wave goodbye to Jenna as we leave the bar.

  The car ride home is quiet. And awkward. When we get to the dorm, he gets out and opens my car door, walking me to the dorm entrance.

  “So,” he pauses. “There’s more than friendship there, huh?” he says sadly, looking down at the ground.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on. I really do like you. It’s just, this thing with Jake… There is this… I can’t explain it,” I say with regret on my face and in my voice. “I’m so, so sorry…”

  He looks back at me. “I like you, but I understand. I’m sure he’s been feeling this way for a lot longer than I have. He cares about you a lot. I can tell. I couldn’t hurt my friend like that, even if you wanted to be with me. He has already been hurt too many times in his life.”

  “I’m so sorry, Nate,” I say again. I don’t know what else to say. “When I told you there was nothing there, I didn’t know I was lying. He always made it clear we were only friends.”

  “It’s ok, Rachel. Jake deserves someone who cares about him the way I know you will. The way you already do,” he says with a small smile on his face. “See you around, Rachel,” he says, turning walking back to his car.

  I walk into the building and head straight up to my floor, but I don’t go to my room. Instead, I head for Jake’s room. I know he’s not there yet, but I can’t wait to talk to him. Be with him.

  So I sit and wait. And think about Jake.

  Chapter 9

  I jerk awake when I hear someone giggling.

  Where am I? Why does my neck hurt?

  I open my eyes and realize where I am. I am still sitting in front of Jake’s door. But now Jake is standing in front of me looking confused.

  I am blinking and waking up when I notice someone standing halfway behind him.

  It’s a girl.

  No. She’s a woman.

  A beautiful woman.

  He is looking down at me with coldness in his eyes.

  “What time is it?” I ask him.

  “Almost two,” he bites out.

  I look from him to the woman and then I actually process what is going on here. They are holding hands outside of his room at two in the morning.

  Hook-up.

  “Um, I guess I fell asleep. I wanted to talk to you, but never mind,” I say, starting to get angry with him for leading me on that way. He knew what he was doing when he looked into my eyes and sang those words. What did he want to get out of this?

  “Okay,” Jake says as I stand up. He unlocks his door and starts to go inside his room with his woman following him. This feels like a dream. After his performance, this is not how I expected the night to end. We lock eyes before he shuts his door. “Is there something you need, Rachel?” he barks at me.

  His tone hurts. Maybe I misinterpreted the meaning of that song, but I don’t think so. Why is he so pissed at me? So I ask him.

  “What’s your problem? Why are you so mad?” I ask sounding hurt and confused. And maybe even a little pissed myself.

  “Where’s Nate?” he snaps at me. What? He didn’t answer my question, and I don’t understand what Nate has to do with it.

  “I don’t know! He’s your friend! You can call him if you want to know where he is.” My anger is growing by the second. Was he leading me on with that song? Did I just dump Nate for nothing?

  “He’s your boyfriend! Apparently, in his world being a boyfriend trumps being a friend! So, I hope you guys are happy! Two shitty friends of mine, fucking behind my back!” He’s yelling at me. He’s pissed.

  We are staring at each other. Glaring. Our faces reflect fury and heartache.

  “He’s not my boyfriend! And we’re not fucking, you asshole! This was our second date! We decided not to see each other again after tonight because we both thought that you had feelings for me! He didn’t want to ruin his friendship with you and I decided I wanted to be with you! Were we both wrong?” I yell back.

  Jake’s expression changes from pissed, to outright confusion. He opens his mouth like he is about to say something, but then he closes it. We stare at each other for what feels like an endless minute.

  Then I hear someone clear their t
hroat. Jake and I are both startled out of our stare down. We both forgot about his lady friend waiting for him in his room. This infuriates me all over again.

  Jake turns around and faces her. “Nat, I read the situation wrong. You should go.” Then he turns back around and faces me with a hopeful expression on his face.

  Nat? As in Natalie, his fuck buddy? What the fuck is going on here?!?!?!

  Natalie walks around him, and waves as she leaves. “If you change your mind, you know how to reach me, baby.”

  His eyes never leave mine the whole time. I break the gaze when I turn on my heel and unlock my door, walking into my room. I try to slam the door, but Jake catches it and comes in closing the door behind him.

  I turn around to face him. “What the fuck was she doing here?!” I grind out. I’m still pissed about the way he has been acting. And the fact that he brought a girl back to his room after singing me a love song in front of a room full of people.

  “You left with Nate,” Jake says quietly, looking at the floor his voice uncertain and hurt.

  “Yeah, to talk to him! I was on a date with him, Jake! I thought it would be kind of tacky to leave with one of his best friends! But maybe, I don’t know, you don’t care either way! I mean, why should it even matter to me that you brought her back to your room? It’s not like we’re together or we ever will be! We’ve only ever really kissed and you didn’t even remember it! You keep playing at this friend thing, but you sing that song to me. And then what you told me that night we kissed...” I say my voice trailing off.

  “So you knew the song was for you?” he asks, still looking at the ground.

  “Of course I knew. You were staring right at me while you were singing it. Why can’t you just tell me what you want? Right now! I want to hear it, Jake. What do you want?” I plead stepping closer to him and taking his hands in mine. “Look at me, Jake. Talk to me. Tell me what you want, please,” I beg, my voice almost a whisper.

  He looks up from the ground and into my eyes. “You.”

  He says it so matter of fact. So clear, like it is the answer to every question anyone has ever asked. “I’ve only wanted you, since the moment I saw you, heard your voice, held you, kissed you.” He takes my hands that are still in his and loops them around his neck. “I want to be with you, Rachel. Nothing else matters.”

  I shiver as his hands slowly slide down my arms and the sides of my body, grazing my breasts on their journey. When he gets to my hips, his strong hands grip me as warmth spreads throughout me starting at my center. Our bodies are almost touching and as he slides his hands around to the small of my back, he quickly pulls me the rest of the way into his embrace.

  Our bodies collide. Our mouths meet. Our hands explore. Our souls touch.

  What started out as a tender moment, soon turns heated and hungry. All of the attraction we have felt and denied has built into an unstoppable force. Pressed against me, I feel him hard through his jeans.

  Lust. Passion. Hunger. Need.

  Things I’ve only ever felt for Jake.

  Our kiss is urgent as our hands start to tear at each other’s clothes. His shirt comes off first. I run my hands up his hard body, starting at his stomach, moving up over his muscled chest, around his neck, and up into his hair, before I pull him down for another kiss. He takes my jacket off, followed by my shirt. Our mouths only separate long enough for my shirt to pass over my head. His hands move to my breasts, circling his thumb over the fabric covering my nipples causing them to harden. Reaching around my back, he unhooks my bra and tears it from my body.

  Jake pulls away from the kiss to look at me. Our breathing is heavy as he cups my breasts and massages them as I moan. He starts kissing, sucking, and nipping his way down my neck. When his mouth reaches the swell of my breast, my hand moves from his back to his hair and I pull hard and whimper when he takes my nipple into his mouth. He growls low in his throat and uses the fingers of one hand to tease my other nipple. His other hand reaches around to my backside and he pulls me closer, causing me to arch my back and push my breasts further into his eager touch.

  He continues trailing his kisses down my body, until he is on his knees in front of me. He reaches down and steadies me as he helps take off my boots and socks, then tosses them aside. He looks up into my eyes as he unfastens the button on my jeans and tugs down the zipper. My breathing is harsh and shallow as he takes off my pants, and then kisses me once through the lace of my panties. I can feel his warm breath on me and I want us both naked and on my bed as soon as possible.

  He stands up and starts to kiss me again, our tongues sliding together as I undo the buttons on his jeans. When I release the last one, I let his jeans fall to the floor. He kicks off his shoes and jeans, leaving us both naked except for our underwear. I put my hands in his hair pulling his mouth closer to mine as he starts walking me backward until the backs of my knees hit the edge of my bed. He lays me down and covers me with his strong body lifting me until we are in the center. There isn’t much room since it is a typical dorm room twin, but since one of us will be on top of the other, the size of the bed doesn’t really matter. And then again, if we need more space, there is always the chair, the desk, the floor.

  We continue the hungry kiss for a few moments longer before it begins to slow. When our mouths separate, he kisses his way back down my body. Along my neck, down the center of my chest and stomach, until he reaches the top of my panties. He hooks his fingers into the sides and starts kissing his way down my legs past the place I really want his mouth to be, pulling the lace down my legs as his mouth moves all the way down to my feet.

  Then I am totally naked.

  He stands at the end of my bed, his thick erection springing free as he pulls down his boxer briefs and steps out of them.

  Then he is totally naked.

  We are naked together.

  I’m not a virgin. I’ve been with five other guys. But I have never felt this kind of connection, this kind of attraction, this kind of emotion, with any of them. I am a virgin to this kind of sex. And I am nervous. I am literally shaking.

  He bends down and gets his wallet from the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a condom and tossing them both on my nightstand. When he looks back at me, his expression changes from lustful to concern.

  He sees me shaking. Damn it. I was hoping he wouldn’t notice.

  “Are you ok? Do you want me to leave? You look scared…” He comes down on the bed and lying on his side next to me and leans over me, tucking my hair behind me ear. “I’m ok to do whatever you want. Whatever you need. I’m in this with you. I know I’ve told you I don’t really do the relationship thing, but I want to try. With you. We can stop and talk more. I don’t want to rush. I want you in whatever way you’re ready for,” he says quietly, his voice caring. Loving.

  Hearing the emotion in his voice gives me all the assurance I need. “I want you too. I want to be with you,” I say giving him a smile and a kiss.

  He smiles back and rolls on top of me and starts kissing me. And before I know it, the nerves that had me shaking have turned into passion and need that has me gripping him. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer to me, rubbing my center against his hard length, moaning each time the tip rubs my clit. I can feel my orgasm building. Something I’ve never experienced with a guy before.

  “Oh god, Rachel,” he moans. “I wanted to taste you, but you’re so wet I need to be inside you,” he whispers in my ear.

  His words nearly have me coming. “Jake, I want you inside me,” I whimper.

  And then he slips inside me, slowly, inch by inch, until he is buried deep. He stays still for a few seconds, allowing me to adjust to his considerable size and then he starts to pull out just as slowly. Each time he moves all the way into me, my clit rubs against him bringing me closer to the edge. He starts moving faster as he powers into me, each of us building closer to our release. I am meeting him thrust for thrust, the friction between us feels so good I can barely stand
it anymore. My orgasm washes over me as I pump my hips faster, my muscles clenching him inside me as I moan his name. His movements speed as he bites his lip and moans my name in response. Then he pushes all the way into me and stills, groaning his release.

  As our breathing slows, he starts to kiss his way across my collarbone, up my neck, to the hollow under my jaw. “That was amazing. Best sex I’ve ever had,” he says smiling.

  I smile. “It seems like I have given you quite a few your best moments. Best dance, best kiss, best sex. I wonder what other lists we can top.”

  He pulls back and looks into my eyes, his expression playful. “Best girlfriend?”

  “I would love to have the title,” I say smiling back.

  “Well, you’re going to have to work for it,” he says smirking.

  “Hey!” I smack his ass and feel him move inside me, causing me to moan.

  “I’m just kidding with you. The title is already yours,” he smiles kissing my lips.

  Our kiss starts to deepen and I feel him growing hard again.

  And then he stills and pulls away. I open my eyes and look at him. He looks… weird.

  “Jake, what’s wrong?”

  “I, shit… I forgot the condom. I pulled one out, but you just felt so good and then you said you wanted me inside you, I almost lost my mind. I had to have you right then and I forgot the condom. I can’t believe I forgot. I’ve never not used one.” He finally stops and looks up at me.

  “Oh.” We are both quiet for a minute.

  This is awkward.

  Hey, great sex. Wanna be my girlfriend? Oh yeah, and I just came inside you and I didn’t use any sort of protection. So, do you have Chlamydia, because we should probably, like, get tested.

  Guess it’s up to me to break the awkward silence, since he looks like he is about to pass out.

  “I’m on the pill and take it religiously. I got tested a few months back. It came back clean and I haven’t been with anyone since,” I say quietly trying to bring him out of his daze.

  “I’m clean too, I’ve always used condoms. But we should probably both get tested again just to be sure. And you’re on the pill, that’s good. I can’t believe how irresponsible I just was. You probably think I am a total asshole,” he says rolling off me and looking up at the ceiling.

 

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