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Also, early update - nothing from me this Wednesday as I'll be traveling.

At four in the morning, Jake threw pebbles at my window again until I flung it wide open, nearly shattering the decaying wooden frame with my enthusiasm. "Jake!"

"I'm coming up." He propped a ladder up on the side of the house.

"A ladder?" I laughed. "What in hell?"

He grinned. "I found it in the shed. Figured I'd save myself the trouble of climbing that tree."

"But that's not romantic!" Still, I leaned further out of the window because I couldn't help myself- I only wanted to get closer to him. "Anyway, don't bother, they're not even home. Come around to the front door, I'll be down in a second!"

But he'd already started climbing. "That'll take too long."

Jake landed on the roof with a cat-like grace and ran across it, like Batman.

I propped my chin in my hands and watched him. "Okay, now you're just showing off," I said dreamily.

I only had on a tank top and underwear, but why bother getting dressed? I knew what he was here for.

And I was A-okay with that.

He came barreling through the window just as I stepped back. Seconds later, he was inside my room, my jaw clutched in between his hands, his tongue in my mouth.

As soon as we came up for air, I grinned. "Did you see me?"

His smile was as loopy as mine. "Yeah, I saw you."

Nearly bouncing up and down in my giddiness, I fisted his collar, yanked his face down, and gave him a big sloppy kiss on the mouth. "Have you ever seen anything like that?"

He pressed his legs up against mine, grabbed me by the sides of my waist, and walked us backward toward the bed. "Never. Kiss me, Layla."

I kissed him hard enough for it to hurt my lips. "Was I amazing? Tell me I was amazing."

He laughed against my neck. "Layla, what did I tell you about asking me things when we're messing around?"

"I was amazing."

He grinned. "You know you were amazing. You don't need me to tell you that."

I sniffed at his collar. "Hey, you said you'd quit smoking."

"I did." He lifted his hand, palm down and showed me. It was trembling something fierce. "It's driving me insane- I half want to tell you to fuck off so I can go have a smoke."

He ignored the frown on my face and slid his hand up my shirt. "Anyway, the smell's still on my clothes because I came directly from the fairgrounds. "

"Really?" I pulled my face away from his and searched his expression. But I held tight to his lapels in case he did change his mind. Jake wasn't going anywhere tonight.

Grinning, he leaned into me until the backs of my legs hit the side of the mattress. Then he used his body to push me down into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "I told you I'd quit, didn't I?" He kissed me, hot and heavy, his hand rough against the back of my neck. "Touch me."

"Where?" I asked.

"I don't care where, just touch me."

Well I knew what I wanted to touch but kept my inner ho in check. At that point, I was fully committed to having sex with him, but didn't want to seem too easy about it. As demurely as the virgin I was, I slid my hands beneath his shirt, running my palms across his stomach.

Oh, okay, this is not a bad substitute at all. I like this.

"Wait, did you really come here straight from the show?"

The mattress protested under his weight when he put his knee on it. He bent over me, trying to push me onto my back. "On fucking horseback, Layla."

I grinned. "Shut the fuck up."

He kissed my neck and then my ear. "Dead serious. There's a horse tied to a tree in your yard."

That, I had to see. Ducking beneath his arm, I ran over to the window and stuck my head out. Sure enough, there was a horse in the yard, tied to a tree, grazing.

"Oh my God Jake! That's so romantic!"

"What's with this romantic, not romantic stuff? I don't understand. I just wanted to mess around with you real bad so got here as quick as possible."

I barely heard him. If this wasn't an Instagram humble-brag moment, I didn't know what was.

It was a real shame that I didn't Instagram.

"Come on Layla, come make out with me."

When I turned around, he was staring at my butt.

I smirked. "Do you like my butt?"

"Everything about it. You've got butt dimples."

I frowned. I had no idea what those were, but sure didn't like the sound of it. I flicked his hand away and the elastic snapped back to place. "No I don't! What are you talking about?"

"These," he said, pressing his thumbs somewhere in the small of my back. "They're sexy."

I craned my neck to look over my shoulder. What was he talking about, butt dimples? "I can't see anything!"

"It's nothing, I told you, they're sexy." He leaned down to kiss me but I ran to the mirror above the dresser and turned my back to it. "Jake, turn the lights on."

He groaned and threw his head back. "Come on, Layla."

But he did as I bid.

I frowned and rubbed at the two small indents at the base of my spine. "What, these?" No wonder I hadn't noticed them before, they were barely visible. I made a face. "Do normal girls not have them?"

"I'm not saying anything more about them."

I fretted over them for a minute more, trying to recall if I'd ever seen them on anyone else before. I'd have to keep an eye out in the future. For now, I shook it off, turned to him and grinned. And stopped short when I saw the look on his face. "Wait, are you really upset?"

He absently fiddled with the corner of the dresser, his eyes hooded. "No, it's fine, I just thought you wanted to spend time with me too, that's all. That's why I came here."

"But I do!" I said, closing the distance between us. "I do and I am glad you're here, I am!" To prove my point, I cradled his face in between my hands and showered him with kisses.

"I'm just fucking around." He grinned. "I know you want it."

Then he picked me up (not in the romantic bridal carry that I would've preferred, but with one arm across my middle like a mother would a wayward toddler) and dumped me onto the bed. "Down you go. And this time, stay down."

I grinned.

Okay, I'm totally ready for this. We are finally getting laid.

Jake climbed on top of me, straddling my legs.

Yup, good to go. Hurry up, Jake, let's get this show on the road.

He tore his shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder. I ran my hands over his chest.

That's it. Come to momma.

He leaned down and reached for my shirt, so I raised my arms and helped him get it off.

He stared down at me, a funny little smile playing on his lips.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said. "I'll tell you later."

What, did my boobs dimple too? I wanted to talk about it now, but he kissed me until I forgot all about it.

And then shit got real.

On the Ferris Wheel, and up until a moment ago, he'd been playful and teasing.

Not anymore.

He was getting aggressive and I'm not gonna lie, it was a little intimidating. Abruptly, I became very aware of how much bigger he was than me. He sure took up a lot of space in the room, especially on this bed.

It was also his his heavy breathing in my ear, the weight of his body on top of mine, insistent, pushing me deeper into the mattress beneath us. His hands were on my hips, holding me in place while he pushed my knees apart with his. My friend, Boner, pressed up tight against me. I tried not to let it freak me out, but it kind of did. It really reminded me of something I didn't want to think about.

A lot.

Abort mission, I repeat, mission abort! Failure to launch!

He must've sensed my panic because he slowed down. He shifted Boner away, his spot being replaced by a thigh? Knee? 

I relaxed. Okay, this, I can handle.

And you know, I couldn't quite figure out what exactly what he was doing with it, but whatever it was, I didn't hate it.

No, no, wait a minute, I like it. This feels good. Like really, really good.

Propping myself up on my elbows. I tried to see what was going on, but his head and shoulders were in the way and I couldn't see much. Giving up, I lay back down and closed my eyes.

This is some serious friction here. Friction is good.

Wait, am I humping his leg? Is it okay to be humping his leg like this?

Easy, easy, that's enough Layla, stop. You're a mess.

Oh my God, it feels so good though.

Okay fine, ten more seconds, but then you have to stop.

Yeah, his jeans are starting the chafe my thighs anyway. Should I tell him to take them off or is that the point of no return? 

Wait! No Jake! Don't stop! Come back and do that some more!

Oh my God, this is his hand. And oh my goodness, this feels even better! Like way, way better!

Jake groaned against my ear and dragged his teeth down the side of my neck. "Fuck, you need it worse than I do."

I tried to think of something to say to that but my mind went blank and I arched into his hand begging for more.

Just as I'd suspected, I was a hopelessly wanton sex fiend.

It was so exciting - It was finally happening, just like my stories. I narrated in my head.

Jacob Waites was devastatingly handsome, his chiseled features dramatic in the amber glow of her bedside lamp. Their courtship had been tumultuous but had quickly blossomed into something real, something that might last, not only for a lifetime, but for an eternity.

Layla Danner knew this because every time their lips came crashing together like bolts of lightning chasing thunder, the fires in their souls united in a sensuously primitive dance of pure and unbridled joy.

Jacob expertly trailed his knowledgeable hands up Layla's alabaster thighs, leaving behind a quivering trail of exquisite sensitivity. She welcomed the searingly passionate touch, a touch that roused a deep, aching need in her loins, a need that bloomed like a blood red rose in the midsummer night, releasing the potent perfume of her desire into the still, trodden air of her bedroom.

Breathlessly, she lifted her hips, urging Jacob's masculine attentions toward the defenseless, passion-glistened petals of her netherlips, begging him to assault her tender flesh with something more than his hands. When he sensuously increased the pressure of his palm, Layla released a gasp of feminine delight.

It was deliciously sinful, and when she looked into the bottomless depths of his eyes, she knew that it was love.

"A man can drown in eyes like yours," Jacob rasped, barely able to contain his fervent ardor. "Those deep, azure pools filled with mysteries that I want to spend a lifetime exploring. And your lips-"

"Layla."

My eyes shot open. "Huh?"

"If you want me to finger you, I have to go wash my hands."

I blinked. Then I moaned and shoved him off of me.

"What?" he asked.

"Why do you have to say it like that?"

"Say what like what? What did I do? Fuck Layla, you're giving me crazy anxiety. I don't know what you want me to do. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it."

I stared back at him because I didn't know either. It was just different from what I'd been expecting. His expression contorted and he looked really uncertain about what he was about to say so I held my breath and braced myself.

"Beautiful Layla, sweetheart, darling, would you like me to make love to you with my uh... fingers?"

"Ewwww what the fuck!" I laughed until I was doubled over, struggling to breathe.

"I'm being romantic, just like you want." He grinned and kissed me again, grabbing my foot and rubbing it before scooting my legs up and out of the way. "Where's the bathroom? I'll go wash my hands."

I hesitated. "I dunno if I want you to do that," I mumbled.

Oh God, I sounded so insecure.

A flash of impatience flashed through his face, but he hid it quickly. "Okay, we don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. Tell me what you want."

I didn't know. But I was starting to feel really bad and kind of scared. Was I being a tease? I had no fucking clue as to what I was doing, what the rules of engagement were, or anything like that. All the stuff he'd said to me at Sonic, about virgins, their second guessing, their neurosis, the frustrations, came rushing back into my head. I'd tried to prove him wrong, but I guess he was right. This was too foreign, too overwhelming, too fast. And something was missing.

And this is really, really terrible, and I would deny it to the death, but what I really thought was this: Peyton wouldn't have gotten impatient with me.

I never worried about the possibility of something like this happening because one, I'm an idiot who lacks foresight, and two, because I'd always assumed it would be Peyton.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I wondered what Peyton was doing right now. Obviously sleeping. I wished I could crawl into his bed, spoon him from behind, and bask in his warmth (not that I'd ever done that before).

Oh my God, don't you fucking cry. I will fucking disown you if you cry right now.

"What?" asked Jake. His voice was soft and that made me feel a little better.

I lowered my eyelashes. "I dunno," I mumbled.

I want you to love me.

Well, then.

Thank God I didn't blurt that out loud. That would've sent him fleeing for the hills quicker than anything else I could've done.

He bit the inside of his cheek. "I don't know what to say. I'm scared that you're gonna spook and bolt." He paused. "Now you're probably going to get pissed about me using horse terms on you."

I was getting ready to. When I remained silent, he sat up, the mattress groaning with relief. "I think I should go."

I sat up too, grabbing my pillow and holding it to my body to cover my nakedness.

He pulled his shirt back on.

No, but I don't want you to go!

Oh my God, what do I do? What do I do? Say something, do something. But I was paralyzed and could only stare.

He looked at me. Well, looked in my general direction, anyway. "Look, whatever I said or did to upset you, I didn't mean it."

"I know." I reached out to him, touching my fingertips to his, just the barest of touches. "Don't go..."

He stared down at the top of my head. Sometimes I wonder if he goes back to that moment and thinks: There, freeze. Right there, that's when I should've walked away.

But he didn't go.

Instead, he squatted down on his haunches before me. "I'm not good with words like he is," he said softly. "I don't know how to say all the fancy things he does, and I'll never be able to. I am what I am."

"I'm not comparing you to him!"

I was such a bald faced liar sometimes.

"Besides, it's not anything you said, I just freaked out."

"Why?"

"Honestly?"

"No, please, lie to me."

I rolled my eyes and picked at the hem of the pillowcase. I certainly wasn't going to tell him that I wanted him to love me, so I went with the other thing. "You're gonna think I'm crazy."

"I already think you're crazy."

I looked him in the eye. "I used to have a horse," I stopped at the unexpected emotion clogging my throat and swallowed. I'd loved that horse but that was neither here nor there. "Her name was Moonbeam."

He grinned. "You would name your horse Moonbeam."

I smiled. "That's Stardust and Moonbeams to you."

"Go on."

"Anyway, they mated her when I was eight. Brought over this massive stallion, and he was just going nuts trying to get at her. And once he got to her, he was really brutal about it and she had to just stand there and take it, even when he bit her up so bad that they had to call the vet in after."

"Uh huh... and?"

"I don't want to be the mare!"

He rolled his tongue around his mouth. "Hmmmm. Not gonna lie. I'm weirded out now."

I scratched my shoulder. "You asked."

"Yeah, I did. Go to sleep, Layla. I'll come back tomorrow. Or not. Up to you."

That was a lie. If he walked out now, especially after that story, he was gone forever. I saw it in his eyes. He'd climb out that window, light up a cigarette and ride away, never looking back.

Over my dead body.

"Okay. Come kiss me goodnight and then you can leave."

His mouth curved up in a lopsided grin. "I don't know if you deserve it."

I leaned forward and tapped a finger to my mouth. "Come on. Kiss me goodnight."

"This is a dirty trick. I know it is."

But he leaned in anyway and I kissed him softly on the lips. That's it, no hands, didn't force or otherwise manipulate him. But I did keep pulling my body back and he kept leaning in further and further until I was on my back and he was on top of me again.

Imagine that. Just my lips. So cool. "See? You can't leave, even if you try," I grinned. "And I'm not gonna spook. Or bolt."

With that, we forgot all about the little snafu and made out like nothing ever happened. What can I say, we were horny teenagers.

And he sure turned me on. It wasn't only what he was doing physically, but just him. All of him. How completely natural he was, uninhibited, free. I wanted that. I wanted him. All of it. I wanted to live in his world.

Jake's phone beeped. He ignored it but it kept on beeping.

I glanced at the floor.

"Ignore it," he said.

Who the hell was texting him at four in the morning? My mind immediately circled back to what he'd said to me when I'd broken into his house.

"This isn't visiting hours Layla. It's booty call or lights out."

I frowned. The phone rang. Sighing, Jake got up and reached for it.

"Who is that?"

"It's Miguel. I'm still on the clock. I have to go."

So we didn't end up having sex that night, but all in all, things were moving along swimmingly. I was pleased with the progress we were making.

After kissing me goodnight, Jake went right back out the window and I watched him ride off into the sunrise.

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