Uncharted (Unexpected Book 3) (8 page)

“I can’t believe you gave away the teddy bear.” He shuts the door of the apartment. “Three hours throwing baseballs so we could get you the biggest bear, and what did you do?”

Instead of answering the obvious, I enjoy the last threads of my cotton candy and head to the bedroom where I’ve been staying for the past two days. This was a wonderful Sunday. We woke up around eleven, had breakfast, and then headed to ride the Ferris wheel. Then the carnival, where we spent most of the time running from one booth to the next trying to win prizes, joking about the food, and the small vendors. The three of us had a blast challenging each other until I opened my mouth and said I wanted the biggest teddy bear they had.

“You’re not going to answer?” Jacob asks when I plummet down on the bed.

“The kid liked it. Seriously, Jacob. I can’t take it with me. Mom will notice a four-foot purple bear.” He watches me from the door. His eyes darken and my body flutters just from his deep gaze. Even from that distance, I’m aware of every inch of him. That blond hair tied into the low ponytail I fixed earlier, his dark gray T-shirt that reads “I’ll care tomorrow, let me be today,” his jeans, which have a lump on the crotch area. Like me, he wants to explore a little more. My hands want to touch him as we kiss, my heartbeat accelerates with the idea, but my mind halts everything. “I think I should head home tomorrow.”

There. Reason and reality have awoken from their dormant state and spoken loudly about my next move. Jacob had asked me to stay for a couple more days. But I can’t—he has classes to attend and I have a mother that might drive here and take me back home before sending me to confession for being a sinner. But those aren’t valid reasons; in truth, I’m scared. Handing over my virginity sounded easy back in high school when Grant McCoy and I dated—the guy I met in kindergarten and dated for two months during senior year. On prom night we’d be “doing it.” Those had been his words. We did nothing, though, and I remained a virgin. I only met Jacob two weeks ago.

“Are you done?” I focus again on his eyes, and the left side of his body leans against the door. His arms are crossed and he’s watching me. The expression in his eyes communicate the playful glint that tells me he’s got my number. “You’re thinking shit and wondering how to ditch me. Is it your mom? School? Your sister? What’s worrying you?”

“Everything.” My eyes sink to the lower part of his waist.

“Yes, I do want you, but I won’t make you do anything you don’t want.” His facial expression softens, the tender eyes reassure me he cares. Oh, this crush is morphing into a much deeper sensation. “We can start with a courtship that can last for as long as you want.”

“So, I’m going to be your girlfriend?”

“Yes, my girlfriend. It’s official. We’re going steady.” He winks. “You’re done with school, your mom doesn’t know it. Let’s play hooky for the next five days, and spend another weekend together. Next Monday I’ll drive you home.”

It does coincide with Maeve’s rebellious plan. But should I do it?

“Let me call Maeve.” His expression brightens, and the look in his eyes sends trembles through my body. I check my watch. Only seven. “Right after I take a shower, and we watch that movie you promised. Mom’s shift starts at ten. She should be leaving home around nine.”

“Do you want a T-shirt?” I grin, because he thinks that wearing his clothes while I sleep is like being hugged by him without using his arms. Pushing myself out of the bed, I walk to where he stands and kiss his lips. “Be right back. Do you want something else? Like my boxers, socks… We can shower together.”

I bite my lip and shake my head. “No showers together, mister.” He growls but I ignore him, continuing my way to the bag where I have my clean clothes. Maybe I’ll borrow Jacob’s computer to email my sister. I don’t want to have a live conversation with her about this. Damn, I wish Mom didn’t limit my texts to thirty a month and didn’t snoop through my phone!

“We shouldn’t be watching TV in your room.” We’re lounging on Jacob’s bed. My head rests on his chest, which I love because his heart soothes me with every beat. His hand kneads my hair; the other is under my shirt, stroking my midriff. “Actually, you should be at school. I should be―”

“Here. I’m where I belong; with my girlfriend.” He tilts my chin with his hand and kisses me lightly. “Matthew is taking notes. It’s good for him to pay attention in class once in a while. Your sister said to stay away from the house for another week. We’re following instructions. See—I can be a good boy.”

We’ve been doing this for two days in a row. No, three, as today is Wednesday. Matthew heads to school. Jacob and I fool around in the apartment, he plays music, and we watch movies. In the afternoon, when I know Mom’s heading to work, we go out. This is pathetic—I’m ditching my mother, helping my boyfriend play hooky, and hiding from my parents.

“What if I kidnap you?” He runs his fingers along my arm. I shiver all over as my body wants him to do more. I jump out of the bed. “Too much?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, Twink, never say sorry. You don’t want me to touch you. I’ll tie my hands to fight the urge.” Jacob sits up, crooks an eyebrow, and lets out a long, exhausted breath. “We can watch a movie from the laptop. Set it on the piano or something. Take a long walk while I count by sevens—”

“I’ve only known you for days.” I’m flustered as I try to explain myself. His fallen face worries me. “This is unnatural. Feeling so strong about a boy I barely know.”

“We’re getting to know each other, Twinkle. That’s why I missed three days of school, why I’ll miss another two, and why I stay up late every night. I want to know everything about you. I need to. Is this unnatural? I have no fucking idea. The only thing I know is that when I’m sleeping, my heart misses you. I toss and turn because you’re in another room and I can’t be with you. There are no written rules about relationships. It’s an as-you-go game.”

“For a guy, you’re pretty strange.” He angles his face and frowns at me. “Boys don’t believe in love, and you do. Blindly.”

“My parents, they…they are the epitome of love—true and pure love.” He shrugs. “My dad taught us you have to keep your heart open in order to create good lyrics. Let everything flow in and out.”

“Is that like falling in love with everyone you meet?”

“No.” His stern face matches the rigid body pose. There’s some internal fight inside him and I don’t understand what’s causing it. “Chris was never against falling, nor in favor. However, love only hit him once. Gabe came into his life when he least expected it. He barged in and made him fall. It was between ‘Let’s eat a hamburger’ and ‘I’m done with the band.’ He can’t pinpoint the moment, but his subconscious knew Gabe was it for him.”

“That sounds like a fairy tale kind of love—too easy, if you ask me.”

“They make it look easy. Even for a couple of celebrities, they found a way to work their relationship in the simplest way. There are outside factors, but when they’re at home, everything is all right.” Jacob smiles at me. “You make it look easy too, Twink. If I could, I’d spend the rest of my life talking to you while I play music. Nothing else would matter, only us. I don’t mind not touching you; I mind that you doubt us. That’s what’s stopping you.”

“I’m not even eighteen, Jacob. How can you compare what your parents have to us?” I suddenly raise my hands, palms up, stopping everything. He never mentioned a woman during our conversation. There’s no mention of a mom. Suddenly everything makes sense. “You have two dads? No wonder. You mentioning that your dad is a movie star
and
a musician confused me so much. My mother is a starlet junkie and there’s not one actor who’s a musician. Well, there’re a couple of rock stars who have done the music—slash—movie. David Bowie, Jon Bon Jovi and Chris… Chris Decker.”

My eyes open wide. This guy’s name is Jacob Decker. I’m in front of the son of a famous musician.
Oh. My. God.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” His voice deflates. “I wasn’t supposed to say anything. We…they like their privacy.”

“Jacob, I like you very much. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or your family. Ever.” I walk over to him, hug his waist, and rest my head on his chest. Listening to the pulse of his heart is now fascinating. It goes from hard thumps to a soothing rhythm. The tune changes with his mood. He holds me back, kissing the top of my head. There is longing in his expression, as if I have found his vulnerability and he is not sure I’ll stay. “You scare the crap out of me. Let’s enjoy the next few days. If it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen.”

Tonight is turning out better than I had imagined. I hold my girl against me while watching the stars. A girl I’ve only known for a few days, but spoken to for hours. We’ve talked about her life, hopes, dreams and fears, and a few details about my own personal life. From the moment I saw her, I felt connected to her like I’ve never been connected to anyone else—except for my siblings. Her scent speaks to me, the touch of her skin heats my own—the kind of heat that sears my body, branding it.

My body wants her, yet I don’t want her to hurt. Fighting lust against reason for a few days is complicated but doable, because Pria is the only person who matters at the moment. We’ve fooled around, kissed, and touched in between confessions. Her soft lips fit perfectly with mine. Her sweet honey flavor sends me over the edge each time I taste her mouth.

The couple of times I’ve spoken to Matthew, he’s only recommended that I make it worth it for her. When I asked what he meant, he’d suggested I try oral first. That’s what I’m planning tonight—taking a first step. Perhaps in a month or two, she’ll let me take a few more, or we can go all the way.

“We should head to bed. It’s late,” I suggest, with so many questions attached, but none of them spoken at that moment. “It’s practically Thursday. We don’t have many days left and I want to be with you all the time.”

“Are we… You can stay with me tonight.” She closes her eyes briefly. “Only to sleep. I…on top of it all, Jacob, I’m a virgin. You know that, right?”

Yes, she’d told me. Grant McCoy had gotten to third base. He got so drunk during prom that her mother had to pick her up, which meant no sex that night. Of course, her mother erased him from the list of acquaintances. But instead of saying all that, I nod, kissing her tenderly.

“I know, just like you should remember I’m one too. We won’t do much tonight.” I rise and hold out a hand to help her. After fixing the roof’s stuff, I open the door to the staircase and close it behind us after we both go through. “As a matter of fact, the rule continues—nothing will happen unless you’re ready. There’s no obligation.”

She gives me a shy smile and links our fingers as we walk hand in hand. It doesn’t take us long to get ready for bed. As she brushes her hair, I pull the comforter from the bed and fix the blankets so she can jump in and undress; this time leaving on my boxers and T-shirt. The anticipation of having her lying next to me overwhelms me, and I work overtime to keep my dick down. We both climb on the bed and I pull the blankets on top of us after dimming the bedside lamp.

“I’ve never slept with anyone before,” she confesses in a silent whisper, and that cute flustered face appears. “In my house we barely hug. This is nice, sweet, surreal, and exciting all at the same time.” She laughs. A vibrant, full-of-life laugh that fills my heart with emotions I’ve never encountered before. “Please, shut me up before you want to throw me away. I sound cheesy and stupid.”

“No way, I’m keeping you forever.” By instinct I lightly push her on her back and climb on top of her. My cock loses the fight and throbs hard against her body. “Cheesy and romantic. We both can be that way, can’t we?”

My parents insist there’s nothing wrong with a vulnerable guy. Women
and
men love when their partners wear their feelings on the outside.

Pria nods, then whispers, “You’re special. Your eyes, they let me see your soul—everything within you.”

“Twinkle, I’m starting to believe you have a link to my soul. You own it.” The soft light brightens those gorgeous ebony eyes. “I’ll have to check you on your way out and make sure you don’t take it with you.”

“You’re so romantic. I like it—love it.” Love. I close my eyes and dig inside myself, wondering if we’re falling. I think I am. I think I did fall. Distracted by her hands reaching for the hem of my T-shirt, I disregard what my heart thinks and concentrate on her. Pria pulls off my shirt, only leaving a thin layer of clothing covering my pounding erection.

“Kiss me.” She glides her hands over my body.

“Pria, are you sure you want to fool around in bed?” She nods. “Lord, help me contain myself with this beauty,” I pray out loud, and she lets out a soft laugh.

I strip the T-shirt off her, leaving her with only a pair of white panties—nothing covering her chest. She’s the cutest, sexiest girl I’ve ever seen. The lingerie catalogs don’t match the sight of what I encounter before me. Her plumped breasts with dark nipples make my mouth water. Without hesitation, I lower my mouth to hers, and her hands increase their pressure against my skin as the speed of her caresses grows faster.

I move my lips from her mouth to her neck, nibbling every inch of it. My hand slides from the side of her thigh all the way up to her breast. I caress her sensitive nipple as I admire her face, her lustful eyes becoming hazy.

Make it good
, I remind myself.

My mouth takes over her other breast, sucking her nipple with the same intensity that my fingers pull and pinch the other one.

“Flowers,” I murmur against her heated skin. “You taste like honey and flowers.”

She responds with a moan and thrusts her pelvis against my leg in desperate need. Following my instincts, I lower my mouth and my hands, trailing over her chest, her belly, and finally finding that delicious smell of her arousal.

Before slipping her out of the only barrier left between us, I slither a finger through the fabric to her clit, making her jolt.

I fight the want, the need to thrust inside her, to be loving her the way it feels so natural to do. I slip down her underwear and place my mouth between her thighs, licking her sweet nectar, wishing she feels what I am feeling. I dip one finger inside her as my tongue continues stroking her bud.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Not sure. I want this ache to be gone. I want you to make it better.” I insert a second finger inside her heat. “To love me.”

“This is all we get tonight,” I warn both of us. “I want your first time to be memorable. The best first time in the history of sex—one neither of us will ever forget.”

My dick hardens from the moans, screams, and mumbles she makes as my fingers thrust inside her and my mouth kisses her nub. Her inside walls begin to clench around my fingers, her body pressed against my hand, searching for relief. Those responses bring me the hope she’ll let me in before the weekend is over.
Mine
. I’ll have the most beautiful girl in the world, her heavenly body wrapped around me, while we both love each other.

“Jacob.” She screams my name, followed by a series of moans and groans while her body trembles. I press my mouth against her, riding her orgasm and sucking her sweet nectar. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter and I’d happily stay here all night if she let me.

“Please…hold me,” the sweet raspy voice begs.

My girl doesn’t have to ask twice. I hug her as tight as I can without hurting her, for as long as I can. Sharing all these firsts with her is perfection. I never had any idea what to anticipate my first time going down on a girl, but after today, I’m looking forward to doing it again and again—only with her.
She’s
that unique piece of the grand puzzle that fits just right.