Don’t you dare!

87. Don’t you dare!

🤍🖤💜 Jacob 💜🖤🤍

Once I reach her apartment building, I call Ira a few times. When she doesn’t answer, I text her.

Me: ‘I am pressing the buzzer. I don’t care if it wakes up your whole Damn family!’

I am not sure who else lives with her. I hope she doesn’t have some big, bulky brother to beat me off in the middle of the night.

Ira: ‘I am coming downstairs. We need to fucking talk!’

I want to tell her I need to talk to Natalie, not her. But I am not stupid enough to aggravate her. She opens the building door and stomps towards me.

If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead at this very moment.

Yeah, I get it.

I wouldn’t appreciate someone waking me up at 3 am either.

I raise my hands in defense and say, “I have been trying to reach her since noon. She hasn’t been answering. I am already feeling pathetic. Please don’t add to my misery.”

She glares at me, then says, “Oh well, the solution is simple. Don’t be a dick to her.”

I want to defend myself. The real reason I confronted Natalie mattered to me. But there is no point explaining it to Ira. I will have that talk with her, not Ira.

“I can surely try now onwards.” I tell her instead.

She goes quiet hearing me. She probably expected more resistance from me. Well, I am not stupid to have an argument with a sleep deprived little demon. That’s exactly what Ira looks like with her hair all messy and loose clothes, she probably donned in a hurry to come downstairs.

Do girls sleep naked too?

“Would you please let me in before someone reports us… for trespassing or something?” I say, looking around.

“They will report you, not me,” she says.

For a moment, I pale, thinking she might not let me meet Natalie. But she opens the door for me.

“I tried to wake her up. But she is a heavy sleeper.”

Yeah, I figured that last night.

God, I can’t believe we had our first fight barely hours after sleeping together.

Is it even normal? I don’t think so. I should have been patient, I guess.

“My mom is at home. She cannot know you are here….” Ira tells me. “She leaves for work at 6:30. So be fucking quiet until then…”

I open my mouth to ask if I can meet Natalie now. To be honest, I am confused about what I am supposed to do or expect.

But she glares to shush me. Then she opens a room’s door and whispers, “You can sleep in my bed with her for the night.”

I give her a thumbs up. Then she says, “Jacob…”

I turn.

“Don’t you dare have sex in my bed. I will kill you!” she warns in a low, dangerous voice and my face goes hot.

Well, sex wasn’t even on my mind. But ok…

I nod, and she closes the door. I can see Natalie sleeping on her side in a fluffy pink bed.

“Thanks for corrupting my innocent head, Ira.” I mutter under my breath.

I cannot help but notice the outline of her perfect boobs trying to peek out of her tank top while she is sleeping. Hem of her top has slipped off her stomach and her small waist is showing.

I get it now.

Why do they use the phrase- ‘Horny like a teenager!’

I am here to talk. I am here to patch up. Not to have sex.

Yup! No Sex.

I repeat in my head to calm the stupid boner I am getting right now.

But people have patch-up sex all the time.

Don’t they?

I remove my clothes and get in bed with her. I didn’t expect to have a night over when I came here. Wearing jeans now seems like a dumb idea.

When I slip into sheets, her warmth instantly makes me feel better. I am finally at ease when I scoot closer to breathe in her scent.

And just like that, I finally fall asleep.

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🤍🖤🤍 Natalie 🤍🖤🤍

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I think it was still early when I felt Ira hug me from behind. I stretch my back and say,”Stop being handsy”.

Her arm feels heavy on my waist. That’s odd.

A guy chuckles behind me and says, “Oh, I wish I could…”

I shriek and get away, trying to understand what the hell actually happened.

How is there a guy in my bed?

He forces me onto my back, puts his hand on my mouth to smother my voice. A familiar scent fills my nostrils, and then I see his face. It’s Jacob.

“Ira will kill me if her mom wakes up!” Jacob says, looking towards the door.

He then looks at me and removes his hand. And I whisper shout at him, “You gave me a freaking heart attack!”

My heart is still beating too fast.

He reads my face and asks, “Do you want me to give you CPR or mouth to mouth, maybe?”

I swear to God, even in darkness, I can see his lips twitching to smile.

“Fucking dumb joke Jacob! I am not unconscious!”

“You find all my jokes dumb!”

He laughs and shuts his mouth quickly.

My eyes wonder at his bare chest. It’s dark in the room, but I can see him in the little light seeping inside the room from the window. I realize he isn’t wearing anything.

What the actual fuck!

“Where are your clothes?” I hissed at him.

He looks embarrassed and covers himself with a sheet and says. “I don’t wear jeans in bed and stop leering at me.”

My cheek burns at his comment.

I turn my back to him, remembering we were fighting. I am not even sure what’s my stand on that is!

“When did you come here?” I glance at the watch at 5 in the morning.

“Two hours ago I guess…”

My eyes widen, and I turn. “Why?”

“You didn’t answer me… Not even once.. I was miserable. Nice job there if that was what you wanted.” He says.

There is hurt in his voice.

My face goes hot with shame… I, on the other hand, wasn’t miserable at all. I mean, I was wary when at school. But after coming here, I was so immersed in Ira’s problem I kind of forgot about him. I had a chance to reply to him at night, but I didn’t.

I wouldn’t have appreciated this if Jacob had done this to me.

“I… I am sorry.. I didn’t mean to ignore you… ,”

“I… doubt that!”

Still hurt.

“I mean.. I didn’t check my phone the whole day… and at night I didn’t want to talk to anyone. So I didn’t check messages.. “ I defend myself. But I don’t find my own excuse good enough.

Damn, I fucked up.

When he pulls me closer and wraps his arm around my waist, my body presses against his and heat pools between my legs.

I can feel his cock hardening.

Is this morning wood or is he arouse like me?

Shit! Focus!

We need to talk first.

“I agree with what you said yesterday.” I say, trying to redeem myself. “It wasn’t a big deal if that waitress was ignoring me. There was no need to for me to be a bitch-“

“Fuck… Don’t use that word. I regretted it so much yesterday.”

I want to say much more, but I stay quiet.

Apologizing for something when you feel you weren’t wrong is hard. I’m not even sure if Jacob saw how odd her behavior was.

But at the same time, I am questioning myself.

Was her behavior really odd or am I just being insecure?

He adds “I should have kept my head cool too.. I’m sorry about that.”

Then he kisses my forehead.

“It’s still early, so we should go back to sleep. “

“Hmm “

I say and turn my back on him.

…

Our sleep has been long lost. All I can feel is his heavy breath and his cock hardening behind me. We lay still for a while, then I cannot help but rub my ass to him and he groans.

Slowly and steadily, I rub myself onto him, and he bites my neck.

“Don’t leave hickies over there!” When he laughs silently, I feel his chest vibrate over my back.

This is blissful.

My eyes are heavy with sleep, but I feel so inflamed.

When I slip in my hand in his boxers, he whispers, “Ira warned me not to have sex in her bed..”

I turn my head to ask,” Really?”

I thought she would give me her blessings for this.

He kisses me then answers, “Her exact words were - Don’t you dare have sex in my bed. I will kill you!... believe me, she seemed damn serious about it”

I pout and ask, “Can’t you die for me, Jacob?”

We both burst out laughing and hold our mouths, realizing we were supposed to be quiet. I turn in bed to face him and he hugs me tight. My nipples are painfully hard and poke to his chest. I sigh..

“We can have it on the floor maybe?” he suggests, and I giggle in excitement.

Soon Jacob’s phone vibrates, and he checks it.

Ira: ‘Looks like you both are awake. Once again Jacob. Have patch up but don’t you dare have patch up sex in my bed.’

Ira: ‘And stop giggling, you guys!’

I pull his phone away and reply.

Jacob: ‘You were so eager for us to start fucking. Why are you stopping us now?’

Jacob gasps and snatches the phone away and replies.

Jacob: ‘That was Natalie. Not me!. I swear to God I will not do any such thing!’

Then my phone vibrates.

Ira: ‘I would love to see you guys have sex. Would you mind I take a seat while you fuck each other in my bed?’

I cringe.

Me: ‘Ok you got me. He promised we wouldn’t have freaking sex in your bed. Go to sleep.’