On The Floor (Second Story)

by LaCross, Jennifer

  "Jake..." I say, with tears in my eyes.

  He leans in and kisses me. It is slow and loving. Tender and full of emotion. I taste the salt of my tears as they drip down to meet our lips. After a moment, he pulls away and looks into my eyes. "I love you, Rachel."

  "I love you too, Jake." I smile at him, as I say the words for the first time. "And it wasn't my pregnancy test." His smile turns into confusion. "I'm not pregnant and I never thought I was."

  "What? Then why would you have a pregnancy test hidden in your desk drawer?" he asks. "Was it from some other guy..." he says, starting to get mad.

  "God no!" I say, chuckling. "Remember when I came back to the dorm that day when Heather was crying in the bathroom?"

  "How could I forget," Jake mumbles.

  "Well..." I say shrugging.

  "Heather is pregnant!?" he asks, alarmed.

  "No! False alarm. But I didn't want anyone to see the box in the bathroom trash. You know, rumors and all that. So I put it in my drawer until I could dispose of it more discreetly. I guess I just forgot about it," I say with another shrug.

  "I just forgot about it, she says with a shrug. While I'm over here worrying about becoming a father," he says, trying to hide a smile. "I just figured, since we didn't use any protection that first time..."

  "Well, you figured wrong," I say, leaning in for another kiss, pulling him up on the bed so he is lying on top of me.

  "You could say that again," he says, letting his smile come through. Then he's kissing me again.

  I pull back from the kiss and look into his eyes. "I know this disconnect we had only went on for one day, but it felt like so much longer."

  "I know what you mean," he says looking sad.

  "I missed you. Let's not let this kind of thing happen again, okay?"

  "I agree. I love you." I love hearing that. Knowing that he loves me.

  "I love you too." I love saying it, too.

  When our lips meet again, the connection is hungrier. He devours my mouth, as my legs wrap around him. Jake pulls me up so I'm sitting in his lap and lifts that old T-shirt over my head. He takes a moment to appreciate my bare chest and then our gazes meet.

  He smiles that sexy smile of his. "Hey, Rachel?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Do you want to celebrate the fact that we didn't make a baby?"

  I chuckle. "Sure. How do you propose we celebrate?"

  "By making love..." he says, with a big smile on his face.

  "Making love?"

  "Well, we are in love, aren't we?"

  "Yes," I say smiling.

  "Then what's the problem?"

  "I would love to make love... later." The thought of his taking his time with me, connecting on a new level is really appealing. But right now, with the way I'm feeling and the way I can feel Jake between my thighs, I'm in the mood for something else. I've missed him and want him to take me. Actually, I want him to take me over.

  "Oh," he says, looking a little crestfallen. "What did you want to do now, then?"

  "I really feel like a good, long, hard... fuck," I say, trying to look as sexy as I can, with my face still a mess of make-up.

  His smile comes back at my request. "My pleasure. And yours too," he says before laying me back. He takes his time, but we don't make love.

  He fucks me.

  Good. Actually, great.

  Long. And thick.

  Hard. Really, really hard.

  And it's perfect.

  So perfect.

  It's fucking love.

  Chapter 18

  After everything that happened, Jake and I decide to spend Saturday alone in my room. The only time either of us leaves is to go to the bathroom or get food. That is also the only time either of us gets dressed.

  Jake has decided that we should be naked the entire day. He says it will leave no barriers between us. I laugh at that excuse, but don't argue with his idea. A naked Jake, a naked me, and a bed is always a win-win-win in my book. I'm not really sure how the bed wins in this scenario, but the fact that it gets to experience a naked Jake, whether it's an inanimate object or not, is a win. Always.

  We spent the day relaxing and talking about everything. I told him more about my family and everything that Dad went through after Mom died. He told me more about his grandparents and what an influence they have been in his life.

  And I realize that even though Jake was more or less abandoned by his parents, it sounds like the people who raised him love him more than anything. I really want to meet them and I tell him so.

  "Grams and Gramps would love you," he says, a smile on his face.

  "I know they would," I say smiling and snuggling down into his chest.

  He laughs, "Hi there, Miss Confident. What makes you think they'll love you so much?"

  "Because it sounds like they love you and want you to be happy. And since I'm the one that makes you happy," I say laughing as he starts to tickle me. "No! Jake! Stop!" I say through the laughter. His hands smooth out on my skin as he stops and kisses me on the head. "But seriously, I really want to meet them. They sound like really nice people."

  "They are," he says, trailing off. I look up at him and he looks as though he is working something out in his head. "You know what? I've been meaning to go see them and after the floor meeting tomorrow, I’m free. Are you? Do you want to go to my grandparent's house for dinner?"

  I sit up straighter and look at him. "Really? I mean, I would love to, but isn't it kind of short notice?"

  "No way, Rach. They are always up for a visit from their favorite grandson. Plus, when I told Grams about you, she really wanted me to bring you by," he says, looking a little guilty.

  "You've told them about me? And why do you look so guilty about it?" I ask. I mean, I guess I figured he would have told his grandparents about me, but with the way he said it, it's almost like he told them something he doesn't want me to know about.

  "Of course I told them about you! You told your family, right?" he asks, trying to avoid the question.

  "I did. But I guess the question I should have asked is, what did you tell them about me and why do you look so guilty about it?"

  "I don't look guilty, I look nervous. Apprehensive." And he's right. That is exactly how he looks.

  "Well then, why are you apprehensive?"

  "I kind of told them about you a while ago," he says, shifting nervously underneath me.

  "A while ago?"

  "Uh, yeah."

  "How long ago is a while ago?"

  "On my first day living here," he says referring to the dorm.

  "Seriously? What did you tell them?"

  "I actually just told them about the normal stuff. But I guess Grams picked up something in the way I was talking about you. She seemed to think that I liked you. That there was something else between us," he says smiling as he pulls me closer to him. "I denied it. I just said that you were a great friend." He laughs. "I mean, I guess you are a great friend. You're just so much more than that, too."

  "So you only told them good stuff?" I ask, worried that he may have told them about some of the issues we had while we were trying to deny our feelings for each other.

  "Of course. There was only ever good stuff to tell."

  "Yeah. Right," I say sarcastically. "What about all those stupid arguments we had?"

  "Like you just said, they were stupid. Though I guess they didn't feel that way at the time," he pauses, trailing his fingers down the side of my face. He leans down for a kiss. "I wouldn't tell them about that stuff. I blamed all that on myself anyways."

  "Even when I threw my date in your face after you forgot our kiss."

  "Yeah. It kind of was my fault. And by the way, that broke my heart. I could barely even look at another woman and you were dating this guy with dating potential. I wish I would have said something then. Told you how I was feeling."

  "Me too," I sigh.

  We sit in silence for a few moments, remembering all that we have been through to
gether. All the misunderstandings. All the days we could have spent together if we were both just honest with each other.

  I decide to break the silence with a question that I have been wanting to ask for a while now. "So, on the night we got together, Nate had told me that you talked to the guys about me a lot. And that they thought you had feelings for me. What exactly did you tell them about me?"

  He chuckles. "A lot of the same kind of stuff I told my grandparents. Only with a few more curse words and different kinds of descriptive language."

  "Descriptive language?"

  "You know," he says with a smirk on his face. "With Grams and Gramps I called you smart, talented, nice, pretty. And I told the guys were fuckin' stacked," he says, moving a hand to one my breasts, running his thumb over my nipple.

  "Jake!" I half scold, half moan.

  "I told them that based on the way you danced, you would be an amazing fuck," he says rolling us over so he is hovering above me, pressing his growing erection between my naked thighs. My hips tilt up trying to relieve the pressure that is growing within in me.

  "Jake..." That was all moan. "I'm sure they thought I was a whore or something."

  "And when Toby asked if I would introduce him to you, I told him that you were way too good for him and me. And that you were the type of girl who deserved a man who would love you. Cherish you. Adore you. Worship you," he says, kissing me at each pause.

  "Jake..." I run my hands through his hair pulling him down for a kiss, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. A deep, passionate kiss that fuels the fire that is growing in me.

  He pulls away, looking into my eyes as he says, "I didn't think I could be that man. But it turns out, I can be. For you. Only for you."

  He leans down, our mouths connecting again. My hands travel down his body, stopping at his muscled backside. I lift my hips as I pull him down, his thick length gliding over my slick warmth. "Let me make love to you, Jake," I plead as he trails kisses down my neck and onto my chest.

  His answering groan is all I need.

  I reach for the nightstand drawer and grab a condom. I start to move, trying to turn us over so I am on top, and Jake helps me by moving his hands under my back and flipping us. I set the condom on top of the nightstand and start to kiss him again, my hand moving to stroke his cock.

  Ending the kiss, I slide my tongue along his jaw, moving down his neck. I take each of his nipples into my mouth, as I continue the rhythmic pumping of my hand. My mouth travels lower, until it meets my hand at the base of his cock.

  "Suck me, Rachel..." Jake moans, quietly.

  And that is all the encouragement I need. I lick up the length of his erection before taking the head into my mouth and sucking lightly. One of my hands continuing to work his cock, as the other moves lower, taking his balls in my hand tugging softly.

  Jake's answer is a moan. I start to move my head down his length, swirling my tongue around the plush head. I take him deeper each time as he starts to thrust up into my warm, wet mouth. Finally, I have his entire cock in my mouth. I swallow, the muscles in my throat contracting around him before he pulls out and pulls my head off of him.

  Jake groans as he pops out of my mouth. "God, Rachel. You seriously know how to work my cock," he says pulling me up for a kiss. He reaches for the condom and I hear the wrapper tear open before I feel him start to roll it on.

  "Now climb on top of me and ride me until we come," he softly demands before lifting my hips and sliding his erection into me. I love it when he talks dirty. Sometimes he can have me nearly coming with his words alone.

  He is so thick and so hard it's almost too much as I take him all the way inside me. We remain still for a moment, looking into each other's eyes as I adjust to his size.

  "I love you," he mouths.

  "I love you, too," I say back to him before I start to ride his cock, just like he told me.

  I take my time working his length inside me, squeezing my inner muscles around him. I swirl my hips around, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone before rising and falling again. Jake's hands are on my hips, steadying me as I move.

  And the whole time we look into each other's eyes. Our breathing is erratic and choppy, our hearts are beating fast, and our bodies are sweating as we move together towards our climax.

  Jake starts to thrust up into me faster as he nears orgasm. "I'm gonna come, Rachel," he moans before sliding his hand from my hip to work my clit. "God, you feel so good."

  He starts rubbing me with his thumb, causing me to move over him faster as my body starts to chase the impending release.

  "Fuck... oh god... fuck... Come with me, Rachel..." he says, right before he uses the hand that is on my hip to hold me down on him. His groan is deep and loud as he throbs inside of me, my muscles beginning to spasm around him with my own release. I moan his name and rotate my hips around, his cock hitting all the right spots inside of me.

  I collapse onto him as I catch my breath. His hands move to stroke my hair and rub down my back, calming my heartbeat.

  "That was fucking incredible..." he murmurs into my hair.

  "Fucking incredible..." I mumble back.

  He chuckles before pulling out of me and rolling us over. He sits up quickly to remove the condom, knotting it and tossing it in the garbage. He's back before I can even get comfortable, pulling me into a cuddle.

  "Can we spend every day like this?" he asks me quietly as I start to drift off to sleep.

  "I wish," I reply, snuggling deeper into him.

  He kisses the back of my neck before whispering, "Go to sleep, babe" in my ear.

  And I do.

  ***

  "So... What happened with Jake?" Jenna asks as we sit down for lunch on Sunday.

  "He loves me," I say smiling before taking a bite of my salad.

  "What?! Explain. Now," she demands, nearly jumping out of her seat.

  I sent her text on Friday night letting her know we had worked everything out and that it was just a misunderstanding. But I saved this little morsel for Sunday lunch. I wanted to see her face when I told her.

  "I mean, there's not much to explain. He loves me. It's pretty simple, Jen."

  I know she's going to want a play by play of everything and I'll give it to her. I'm just messing with her. I guess being in love just brings out my playful side.

  "Don't you fuck with me Rachel Anabelle Harris! I know what he loves me means. I guess I want to know how ignoring and avoiding you turned into him loving you."

  "Oh that," I say smirking at her.

  "Ha ha. You're so funny," she deadpans.

  "It is actually kind of funny," I say, pausing before I get into the story. "He thought I was pregnant. And it freaked him out a little before he realized that he was in love with me."

  "He thought you were pregnant?"

  "He saw a pregnancy test box in my drawer," I say, noticing the freaked out look on her face. "Relax. It wasn't mine. It was was a scare with one of the girls on my floor, but he didn't know that."

  "So he loves you?"

  "He loves me."

  "Is the sex better?"

  Of course she would ask that. "What?"

  "You know? Since you're in love. People are always saying it's better when you're both in love with each other. But I have some pretty phenomenal sex with some guys I don't even really like, so... I was just wondering," she says shrugging a shoulder like it doesn't really matter. But when I look in her eyes, I can tell she wants to know. Has she never had sex with someone she was in love with? Or has she never had sex with someone who was in love with her? The way she said “both” was a little strange.

  "I don't know. When we have that connection during sex, it's not as scary anymore because I know how he feels. I know he loves me and he is feeling everything on the same emotional level as I am. But the sex has always been amazing with Jake, so..."

  "Ahhh. The sex god with the magical cock," she says, laughing at the face I make.

  "Seriously, Je
nna. You have no filter."

  "I have a filter, it just let's more through than most peoples'. And you love it," she says with a smile.

  "I love you, bestie. I tolerate the lack of a filter because of that fact," I joke.

  "Whatever," she says, sticking her tongue out at me. "Get to the good stuff. Lay one of the lays on me. I want a fucking story."

  And I give her one. But I give her a fucking story, not one where we were making love.

  "Wow..." she says after I finish the story. “That was... wow.”

  "Sure was," I say with a smile.

  She starts laughing. "I hate to admit this, but I am so jealous of your sex life right now. I haven't gotten any in a while."

  "What? Really?" I ask her confused. It's very unusual for her to go a week without picking up one of her boyfriends. So her definition of a while might vary from mine. "How long is a while?"

  "Like around three weeks. Not since Will," she says, clearing her throat.

  Wow. Have I been that bad of a friend that I haven't asked or noticed that she has been single since Will? Did she have real feelings for him? When he cheated on her, did it upset her more than she let on?

  "Worst best friend award definitely goes to yours truly," I say, upset at myself that I let my own relationship cloud my mind so much that I missed my best friend’s heartache.

  "Shut up," she says with a small smile on her face. "You've been busy with the sex god. I would expect the same understanding from you if I was bumping uglies on the regular with someone like Jake."

  "Jenna!" I mock scold her for her language. "Bumping uglies?" I whisper at her. "That sounds so... unappealing!"

  She laughs loudly at my response. And I can't help but laugh with her. After that sex story I told her earlier, I'm embarrassed to say bumping uglies?

  "But seriously, Jenna. Talk to me. Are you okay with what happened with Will?"

  "Will?" she says through her laughter. "I'm so okay with what happened with Will. I mean, I would have preferred him to tell me that he didn't want to be with me. You know, instead of catching him making out with that chick, but whatever."