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My feet swept over the hardscaped lawn that made up Jakes front yard. It was all decorative stones and gravel. In the very center, there was a great big cactus with a large, broken wagon wheel resting at the base.
I knocked on the door as my stomach went into flip-flops. My constant anxiety was morphing into hope, because there was no van in the driveway, which meant someone was gone. Hopefully, two someone's.
He didn't answer the door. Jake never did. His voice drifted from unseen places, "Get'ch your ass inside," over Black Sabbath.
That was a constant-Jake and music-indivisible like those jars of peanut butter mixed with jelly. Couldn't have one without the other. He breathed it: in the nose and out every pore on his body. It made everything around him come alive.
The humming air conditioner cooled me as I stepped into the dark entry. I dropped my bag at the front door and rounded the corner into the hall that met the kitchen. I made my way slowly as my eyes adjusted.
My face heated the way it always did-only for Jake. I could see the side of his face as he stood, his mouth puckered in a look of concentration as he bent over the scratched up dining table that held his favorite guitar, a black, curvy Fender with the sunburst design. I could tell from the wiry mess surrounding it, that I had interrupted him polishing and changing the strings.
The music oozed from the living room stereo into the sparsely furnished, open kitchen.
Jake looked up and his pucker stretched to a welcoming grin. "She's here, my girl, Friday." He met me half way, greeting me with a sweet peck on my forehead, then one on my nose, and the corner of my mouth.
"Drink?" He held out a sweaty twenty-ounce of Coke he'd been drinking on. Jake always shared.
"Water." I veered to the left, towards the sink.
"You'll probably have to wash a glass."
While waiting for the tap water to run cool, I plucked up a nearby sponge and sniffed. Seems safe, I thought and set it under the running water, soaped it, and began washing. Three plates and four glasses later, I decided the water was as cool as it was going to get and filled a special edition jelly jar that doubled as a tea mug.
While I gulped, his arms crept around my waist from behind. His lips fell to my neck, ticklishly pecking at the nape. I moved my head, squeezing him out of the tickle zone and giggled.
He turned me around in his arms, turning the full power of his worshipful gaze on me. "You look sleepy, baby." His fingertips grazed the hollow under my eye. Before I answered, his lips met mine for a wonderful, long-awaited kiss that sent scorching shivers through me.
"Good mood?" Jake whispered against my lips. He loved to talk through kisses.
"The best." I answered, setting my cup on the counter behind me to embrace him with both hands. "Are we alone?"
As much as I liked Max and Andrew, I was really glad when he told me they were gone.
I felt Jakes' lips stretch into a smile. "We got thirty minutes-tops." His hands swept up my back, gaining momentum as he tangled his fingers into my hair, holding me to him. "I missed you."
My heated heart completely melted. "Me, too."
Jakes hands disappeared from my hair, resurfacing on my waist. "Alley-oop." He murmured, lifting me onto the kitchen counter. Droplets of water soaked into my shorts.
I gasped, in faux-horror. "What if they walk in?"
His hazel eyes glowed dangerously. "We won't give'm any."
My responding laugh was interrupted by him plundering my mouth. Jake lifted me again, pressing my legs to his stomach in a way that made me wrap them around his waist. The gentle breeze of controlled air brushed against my back as he carried me to his bedroom-one of the three in the house he'd been sharing with the guys in the band.
I squealed as he hurled me onto his bed. My fingers spread out to caress the smooth, black and green comforter as I watched Jake remove his Dead Milk Men t-shirt. He could undress faster than anyone I've ever seen. One fluid move and he was half way there.
One more kiss and so was I.
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Jake jumped off the bed at the sound of tires screeching into the driveway. "They're back." He announced and tossed me my clothes.
My heart sank a little, watching Jake get dressed in one, smooth swoop. Jeans and flip-flops-he was done.
Sated and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, I maneuvered into my panties, quickly followed by my shorts. I heard the front door open as I fastened my bra. Jake moved in front of his bedroom door, staring at me as he leaned against it.
The second my shirt was back on, Max tossed the door open, not caring that he clipped Jakes shoulder, and looked around with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "I've got the fuse for the amp!" He brandished the small tube between two fingers as if it were a trophy. "Practice commences in five, assholes."
