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Lydia

I was completely in love with Jake's stunningly majestic home. It was a freaking mansion compared to most houses in town. I especially enjoyed spending summers hanging out at Jake's place and using his pool to swim and sunbathe.

His parents worked long hours and traveled with their jobs, so Jake and I had the place to ourselves most of the summer. His live-in housekeeper, June, and the gardeners were around, so we had some good conversations.

His mom's dog, Tinkerbell, often snuck into his room and rested on Jake's bed.

"Off! Shoo!" Jake picked up the little Chihuahua and placed her on the floor.

"Aww, poor lady," I commented. Jake rolled his eyes.

"When we get a place of our own, we'll get a big dog. Like a wolf," he said.

"I prefer cats," I replied.

"We'll get both," he grinned as he lay on his side on his bed. Dang, he looked smoking hot!

I went through a pile of photos Jake had on his desk.

"Oh, those are from my mom," he said.

"Ooh, look, there's you and me when we were in high school!" I remembered the day his mom took that photo of us standing outside the house. It was when I visited their place for the first time.

"Gawd, we looked so awkward," I continued.

"We were awkward," he replied.

"Oh, Jake, is that your mom?"

"Um, yeah. Like twenty years ago," he said.

"She's so pretty, Jake," I commented.

"Dad took that photo of her. They were on an extended vacation in Paris when that pic was taken. She just found out she was pregnant with me," he replied.

"So you were conceived in Paris! How romantic!" I thought it was so cool.

"Please. Next topic." Jake was uncomfortable talking about his parents' love life.

"Ooh, here's one of you and your dad when you were both younger!" I chirped.

Jake's dad had really good bone structure and incredibly handsome features. I looked over at Jake. Gosh, he was a beauteous man. He had his parents to thank for his gorgeous self.

I flipped through more photos and found one of Jake with a surfboard. It looked fairly recent, as in taken in the last year or two.

"Ooh, when was this taken, Jakey?" I had to know.

"Last summer," he said. His face looked grim.

"Where?"

"At the beach where Elsie and I were. They have a beach house. That's where I was last summer."

"Oh. Yeah. I remember Carrie saying something." I averted my eyes to deflect any tears. My body had already frozen.

"Missy, look at me."

"No, I'm okay."

"Missy."

I couldn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. So I said nothing.

"Look at me."

Jake moved towards me and stroked my arm. He lifted my chin to look at him. My face moved willingly, but my eyes betrayed my hurt feelings. I couldn't bear to look at him.

"Look at me, Lydia."

I looked at him. His violet-blue eyes were fixed on mine.

"I love you," he boldly stated.

"Jake, I love you too," I said weakly.

"That doesn't sound very convincing."

"I love you," I glared at him. I was upset.

"Lydia, I'm sorry that I can't take back the past."

"We all have a past," I responded.

"How about the future?" he asked me an open-ended question.

"What about the future?" I returned his question with a question.

"I want to marry you," he sounded serious. He looked serious. Was he?

"What? Jake, I hope that's not a proposal." Like this? I pictured flowers, music, dinner and knee bent on the ground. But surely not! I looked at him. He searched my eyes with serious intent.

"How about I get you a promise ring?" Jake asked.

I raised both eyebrows.

"To start with. Then when you're ready, I'll ask you to marry me," he continued.

"Jake? If you're serious, you better take your shirt off and kneel before me," I replied.

I was discovering that I had a fetish for Jake being submissive at times and dominant at other times. He smiled salaciously and slowly bent down before me. Off came the shirt. Hello, golden muscles! He still wore his deliciously insatiable smile.

"Better now?" he asked. His smile revealed a set of pristine, white teeth.

"Yes! Much better! Jacob Somersby, I'm all yours!"

Jake grabbed my waist and started kissing me downward. He propped me up on his desk and lifted my skirt up.

"Jakey, what are you doing?"

He whipped my panties off and started playing, using his fingers to drive me wild.

"Being submissive to you," he replied.

I moaned at his touch.

He stopped and gazed at me, as if he were in a dream.

"Don't stop," I ordered him.

"I'm not," he said, before plunging his beautiful head in between my legs.

He was tasting me. Licking me. Lapping me up. I loved the way his tongue worked its magic and how he would suck and tease a little. And then kiss again. How he used one, then two fingers to help him finish the job. How he moved them with speed and skill.

This was not a novice lover giving me pleasure. He had tasted others before. He was not new to this. A thought crept, Am I just another number? I started to pull back, but he grabbed me and sucked harder into me. His grip tightened. His kisses were deeper. His tongue was inside me. He was sucking, nipping and tonguing me. He refused to let go.

He was the dominant one now. He had control and I submitted to him. It was building inside me... a volcanic release erupted, and I screamed his name. My legs shook when I came in his face.

It was hot. It was wild. It was sensational!

I think the dog heard the noise and might permanently stay away from Jake's room after our session. After that, we made love on his bed, where he also released his energy.

Later, as we rested in bed, catching our breath, I nestled myself between Jake's chest and left arm. He looked at me in the most adoring way.

"If you get pregnant, I wouldn't mind. It's so different from anyone else I've been with," he said.

"What? Whoa, honey, you need to slow down! Let's take one thing at a time," I replied. I was definitely not ready for that part of our relationship yet. No babies! Nuh-uh! Our relationship was accelerating so fast that I needed to gently push the brakes, otherwise things may spin out of hand.

"Don't worry, love. I'm not planning on knocking you up any time soon, but if you do accidentally fall pregnant, I wouldn't be upset," Jake said. "I'm just saying that you're different. You're special to me."

I smiled at Jake and breathed in his scent. It was raw, masculine, and delicious.

"About that promise ring," I said.

"Don't worry, it'll come," he assured me.

Shit. My mom was going to string him up and let him dry.

"Jakey?"

"Mmm," Jake responded.

His eyes were half shut. He was falling asleep.

Sleepy Jake.

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A/N: What do you think of promise rings?

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