Making the Grade -- Part D

Authors note: Making the Grade is my fourth, longest and final story in my Hot Tails in Oak Hills series. This story has been divided into five parts for easier reading. Welcome back and I hope all of you enjoy the fourth chapter. GEV

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Jacob shut and locked the front door of his house as he stepped out on the front landing, pocketing his keys as he walked down the sidewalk to where he parked his car in the driveway, letting out a long breath as he opened the door when it automatically unlocked. He was officially done with teaching for the school year, his last class was on Wednesday and by today, Friday, he had everything out of his room that he needed to take home before the building was closed for the summer. He still had a job next year, not one member of the faculty had yet to find out about his and Madison's relationship prior to her graduation and no one ever would. He had gone back to his classroom that evening after walking her to her truck and cleaned up the broken potted plant and wiped up her blood from the desk before the custodians could ever get to his room, leaving it as neat as he always did, still seeing her there, on his desk...

He hadn't seen Madison for a week, and it was starting to get to him, granted they had talked and exchanged text messages but it wasn't the same, he needed the physical touch, wanted her beside him at night. He knew she would never go behind his back like his ex and if anything, she was hanging out with Dylan since it was their last summer together before college and he was the last person that would ever be a threat to their relationship. He was just about to slide in behind the wheel of his car, he had to unload the trunk before he could go to Riverton to get groceries, when a white Honda Civic coupe rolled into his driveway, parking on the far side next to the lawn, and he rested his forearms on the hood of his car, waiting to see who was behind the wheel.

When the driver's door opened and Madison climbed out, her purse and the manila folder he had given her in her hands, he walked around the rear of his car and over to her just as she shut the door, taking in every inch of her from head to toe as he always did. She had a pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of her nose and her hair was pulled back into a single thick braid that laid down the length of her spine, he could see a bit of black lace peeking over the scoop neck of her cropped, bright blue tank top, the curves of her breasts pushed even higher in the bra that he had bought her, several inches of her toned abdomen bare between the bottom edge of her top and the low waistband of her...

Fuck, she was wearing snug fitting denim capris that hugged every curve of her hips and ass and thighs, the bottom of the legs turned up once to show off more of her calves, the plain silver ball in her navel already on display. Her leather sandals were basically two straps crossed over the tops of her feet and flat soles, and her toenails were still painted aqua blue along with her fingernails. He stepped closer to her just as she looked up at him and he slid his arm around her waist, pulling her hard against his tense body, reaching up and brushing back a strand of hair that was too short to be confined to her braid. He cupped her chin in his hand and bent his head, giving her a quick kiss. "A week is too damn long to be away from me. Never again."

Madison looked up at him, slowly smiling as he lifted his mouth from hers just as quickly as he had kissed her. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, the tenseness of his muscles as he wrapped his arm around her, the soft scent of his soap that clung to his skin. "You're going to have to get used to it while I'm in college. And he does own jeans," she said, matter-of-factly, leaning into him as his hand wandered a tad bit lower, palming the curve of her ass. That was the first thing she noticed when she got out of her car and he started walking around the back of his, that he was wearing faded jeans that hugged his hips and hard ass and were a little loose around his thighs.

His plain black T-shirt almost had a hard time containing his shoulders and biceps--an inch of his tattoo was showing--and since he was all about appearances, if he opted for a larger shirt, it would just look sloppy. Even his black and white sneakers were spotless. And even casually dressed, he still had his hair neatly styled all except for that stubborn lock that fell over his brow, adding to the sexier-then-hell-but-I-will-eat-you-alive presence. She swallowed hard when she saw the look in his eyes, that same look he got every time he laid eyes on her after being apart for more than two days, longing and desire. "I finished filling out the application and I got my car fixed this afternoon. Were you just getting home or leaving?"

"I'm on my way to Riverton to get something for dinner tonight and if you're staying over, I need to get you snacks, too," Jacob said, taking a step back from her and opening the passenger door on his car. He couldn't help but smile as she got the biggest smile on her face and hurried over to his car, sitting down in the seat and swinging her legs in. He shut the door and walked around the rear, seeing but ignoring his neighbor one house down that was staring up the road at him. The old man was practically blind and couldn't see ten feet in front of him, harmless, and probably wishing he had a younger woman than the old bitty he was married to. He shook his head and slid down behind the wheel, pulling the door closed and reaching over to push the ignition button as he fastened his seatbelt, the engine revving as it started.

He looked over at Madison as she settled into the leather seat beside him, adjusting the position of her seatbelt and the seat itself until she was comfortable. The last person that had sat in that seat was... there was never going to be another person beside him except for her. He reached for the protective case that held his prescription sunglasses and quickly exchanged his regular glasses for the tinted ones. "Ready," he asked, and when she nodded her head, he shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway, slowly driving through the housing community towards the exit gate.

Madison looked over at him as he maneuvered the powerful car down the hill to the exit, slowing down to a crawl as the sensor detected his car and the gate slowly opened, speeding up and driving through the unbarricaded space and down the slight incline to the main road. She turned her gaze out the tinted side window, watching as he turned onto the road that took them to the southbound entrance of the interstate, taking the turn a little faster than he probably should, shifting in her seat as he pushed the car up and over the posted speed limit in a matter of a few seconds, moving from the right lane to the passing lane as he did so, flying past a smaller car like it was sitting still. She felt his hand as it slid across her thigh, the heat of his palm warming her skin through her jeans and she smiled out the window as he tucked his fingers under her leg, casually keeping his hand possessively nestled there as he drove down the interstate at a steady speed, his thumb lazily caressing back and forth.

She rested her arm on the center console, laying her hand on his strong forearm, like it was meant to be there the entire time, gazing over at him as he drove, the tips of her fingers softly caressing his skin. "My parents were surprised about the scholarship and grateful, too. They were going to have me wait until they could set aside enough money for my first term, which would've meant I would have lost my place in the program. And with my dad getting his job back, he was going to start putting part of his check into an account for me and when I told him he didn't have to worry about that anymore he got this surprised look on his face that I will never forget. This past year has been hard on him, and I think it was a relief more than anything."

Jacob briefly looked over at her, gently squeezing her thigh as he maneuvered the car down the interstate, quickly backing off the accelerator when the guy in the other lane decided he wanted to try to cut him off to pass the slower car in front of him, and once the other car slid back over where it belonged, he pressed his foot down, speeding past the slower moving Chevy, daring the driver to try to keep up with him as he got further and further away. He kept his attention focused on the traffic even though his thumb was lazily sliding up and down the soft material of her jeans, but he still had a feeling that she hadn't said anything to her parents about him, not out of embarrassment, but because their age gap was more than they could probably handle. Or maybe it was because he had been her teacher. Or she was just afraid of what her dad would do to him. Whatever the reason was, she needed to get past it and just tell them before they found out from someone else and was twice as mad. At the speed that he was driving, they were halfway to Riverton and he wanted an answer from her before they got there in the next few minutes. "You still haven't told them about us, have you?"

Madison was quiet for a while, looking down at his forearm as she slowly traced the vein that distended his skin. "No," she said softly. She shifted in her seat, looking out the side window, pulling her leg away from his grasp, but he wasn't having any of that and she knew it as he dug his fingers into her leg, not hard enough to hurt but with just enough pressure to keep her where she needed to be, close to him. She shifted back towards him, tucking her foot behind her calf, resting her knee on the center console, trying to ignore his hand as it slid up and down her inner leg from the middle of her calf to the middle of her thigh, no sliding higher, no intimate touch, just his hand on her leg while he drove. She didn't know if she should be mad at him for always wanting to touch her, or mad at herself for craving his touch. She dropped her hands to her lap, looking down at her painted nails and then over at him, at his tense jaw that couldn't be hid behind his stubble. "I will, soon, I just don't know when or how. It's not like you're one or two years older than me. It's going to be a shock and I have to ease them into it. Have you even told your mother?"

"Ouch," he said, chuckling, playfully squeezing her leg. He wished she would wear skirts so he could touch her bare skin, but it was his own fault, he said he wanted her to be comfortable and she was when she was wearing jeans, and it was probably easier for her to kick someone in pants then it would be to do it in a skirt so she wouldn't have to embarrass herself by showing more skin then she had to or constrict her full range of motion if the skirt was too tight. And when she wore pants, she paired it with those tight cropped tops that drove him crazy, showing off her toned little abdomen and whatever charm she had dangling in her navel. He turned on his blinker, looking in the rearview mirror as he moved into the other lane, easing off the accelerator as he aimed the car for the off ramp, slowing the car down as the light at the end of the ramp turned red. He looked over at her, reaching up and caressing the side of her face with the back of his fingers. He was just as guilty. "No, I haven't, but then I don't see her every day and I only talk to her a couple times a month and it's not like you're one or two years younger than me..."

She slowly smiled. He was in the same situation that she was, only his mom was a lot older than hers. "See what I mean. You have to ease her into it. We would both be giving our parents a heart attack. Light," she said, noticing that it had turned green before he did, his attention was too focused on her to notice. She straightened in her seat, looking out the windshield as he turned the car to drive over the overpass, his hand going right back onto her leg when he settled in with the flow of traffic, even though Riverton was much more populated than the smaller town and there were more frequent stops, he still had to touch her, his attention focused on the road as his thumb caressed the inside of her thigh. She was glad she hated wearing skirts and dresses because if his hand was on her bare skin... her heart was already beating a tad bit faster from his subtle caress. "I almost forgot. I still have your credit card. The mechanic didn't give me any problem, probably thought you were my dad or something." She reached for her purse, setting it down on her lap and unzipping it to dig out her wallet. "And I put gas in my tank. I hope you don't mind."

He glanced over at her, the corner of his mouth curling up in a smile. From the time he had given her his card until now, there had been no charges on his account, she used it for just what he told her to. She could have gone to lunch with her friend, gone on a shopping spree and he wouldn't have cared but no, she just got her car fixed and filled up her gas tank. And that was the sole reason why he contacted his credit card company to have a card issued in her name, she didn't do any frivolous spending. She had no idea how much money he had locked away in trusts and foundations, how much he had coming in each month that was deposited into an account that was separate from the one he used daily, and he wanted to keep it that way for just a little while longer. He looked down at his card that she held out to him, quickly shifting his gaze back to the car in front of him. "Keep it for now. Yours will be here next week and you're supposed to be using it."

"Jacob," she said, looking over at him as he rolled to a stop behind the other cars that were sitting at the red light. Was he testing her? All this time and she could have treated her friend to a lunch that wasn't from a fast-food place or a food truck, she could have gone and bought that new pair of sneakers she had her eye on for the past couple of months, but no, she did what she was told to do, just fix her car. And she had a card coming in the mail with her name on it? Unexpected and unbelievable at the same time, but then she didn't expect anything less out of him, after all, she was his and he was going to take care of her and part of that meant she wasn't going to have to worry about anything. She put the card back in her wallet and dropped her purse back onto the floorboard. "You didn't... You don't..."

He reached up and caught her chin in his hand, holding her head still as he leaned closer to her, looking at her over the top of his sunglasses, and knowing she could never look away from him, his gaze held hers behind the tinted lenses of her own sunglasses. "Don't argue with me, babydoll, you know what it will get you," he said, his tone a little rough but his eyes not so much. "And you know I have more than enough money to take care of your needs and desires." When she nodded her head and leaned a little bit closer to him, he closed the rest of the distance and kissed her, darting his tongue between her parted lips before closing his mouth hotly over hers, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth, swallowing her moan, not paying any attention to the flow of traffic or the signal as it changed, until the vehicle behind them laid on their horn. He drew the tip of his tongue over the roof of her mouth as he lifted his head, giving her one last kiss before straightening in his seat and pushing his foot down on the accelerator just as the horn sounded again, moving the car forward as he ran the pad of his thumb across her wet bottom lip, feeling her smile, before he dropped his hand back down to her leg. "You'll learn. Sooner or later."

Madison looked over at him. Just what did that mean? She'd learn? She had a feeling deep down inside of her, but she didn't say anything. She waited until he had moved into the turning lane, driving through the green arrow to turn down the busier, five lane avenue that ran the length of the city before she goaded him. She shifted in her seat, tucking her foot under her calf again, resting her elbow on the center console and dropping her chin into her palm, staring at him over the tops of her glasses as his hand went right back to caressing her leg. He was focused on driving, keeping up with the flow of traffic as he tried to maintain his speed in the sports car. She knew she was playing with fire again, and it created such hot flames between them. "What if I want to argue with you? What if I want to see just what it will get me? How naughty do I have to be," she questioned, slowly drawing the tip of her finger up the inside of his thigh from his knee to the crease of his thigh, watching as his cock jerked under the denim pulled taunt over his groin. Her finger never quite reached the top of his thigh, his hand left her leg to quickly grab hers, stopping it from wandering too far. She pulled her hand from his, straightening in her seat and pressing her knees together against the door, looking out the side window. "You can touch me, but I can't touch you?"

"Not while I'm driving, Madison," he warned her, crossing the opposing lane when it was clear, turning into the parking lot of the grocery store, rolling down the first parking aisle till he got to the end where there were no other cars parked, pulling into an empty spot and putting the gearshift into park, killing the engine with a push of a button. He reached for the case that had his regular glasses in them and took them out, holding the earpiece between his teeth as he put away his sunglasses, slipping on his clear lenses, watching her the entire time. He reached over and took hold of her chin, turning her head so he could see her face, watching as she pushed her sunglasses up on the top of her head, those baby blue eyes of hers gazing at him so intently, tinged with a hint of sadness.

A smile slowly came to his face. "I can control my urges when I'm around you, when I touch you, I did it every day for several weeks, but when you touch me, I get rock hard and I'm not going to wrap ninety thousand dollars around a light pole because you want to be a brat. Save it for home." He slowly lowered his gaze to the swells of her breasts that were pushed up against the neckline of her tank top and he reached up, tugging her top up just enough to cover the black lace that was peeking out, hiding her undergarment from everyone's gaze, caressing the smoothness of her skin with the back of his finger. "And I'm the only one that gets to see you in your bra and thong," he whispered, kissing her temple before moving away from her and opening his door, climbing out from behind the wheel.

Madison felt her heart slam in her chest when he brushed his fingers over the top of her breasts to tug her tank top up, looking down at his hand as he slowly drew the back of his crooked index finger over the curve of her exposed skin, softly caressing her. The bra and matching thong he had bought her was sheer black lace and practically pushed her breasts up to her chin and she thought about wearing a T-shirt to cover what he and God had given her, but where was the fun in that, besides the weather was starting to warm up and her cropped tops were cooler. Ever since he had first kissed her, it was always Maddie or babydoll, he only called her by her given name when he was irritated with her one way or another and giving him an erection while driving wasn't the wisest thing to do. "Okay," she whispered, nodding her head when he kissed her temple, her gaze moving to his hard ass in his jeans when he got out of the car, and it took every last ounce of willpower to keep from reaching over and giving one cheek a firm squeeze.

And to know that his cock got harder than a rock when she touched him... She picked up her purse and popped the latch just as he caught the top of the door, opening it the rest of the way for her, and she looked up at him as she climbed out of his car, into those eyes that made her stomach knot up and a sudden ache to form between her legs, her own urges trying to get the best of her. If he just wasn't so damn hot. She slipped the strap of her purse over her shoulder, feeling his hand slide down the inside of her arm as he laced their fingers together, keeping her close. "Did you have to park so far away," she teased him as he shut the door, looking across the expanse of the parking lot at the front of the store.

Jacob knew she was joking but even after only having his car for three years, he still wanted to keep it pristine. "If it's raining, I'll be a gentleman and let you out at the door, otherwise I park where no one can scratch my car." He looked down at her, slowly smiling as she laughed, falling into step beside him like she always did when they walked together. Only this time he didn't have to worry about getting caught touching her and he curled his fingers protectively around the back of her hand, feeling her nails lightly pressing into his skin, suddenly realizing that this was their first time in public together as they walked past the parked cars, past the other shoppers leaving as they made their way to the front of the store, seeing but ignoring the glances they were receiving.

It shouldn't really be bothering him, being seen with a younger woman on his arm, other guys and celebrities flaunted their much, much younger girlfriends and wives all the time but this was the first time there had been a substantial age gap between him and the few other women he had been with and, as he looked down at her as they walked, it didn't seem to be bothering her in the least. He quickly let the moment of insecurity pass as they stepped up on the sidewalk in front of the store, walking though the automatic doors as they slid open. He grabbed a cart, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk as she unconsciously dropped her purse into the top seat and took her phone out, pushing it into the back pocket of her jeans as she walked along side of the cart as he pushed it. "I'm making chicken for dinner unless you want something else."

"Chicken is good. I need snacks," she affirmed, casually strolling along with him as he started in the fresh produce area of the store. She wandered over to the fruit while he shopped the fresh vegetables, looking at him across the expanse of the produce section, her gaze dropping to his hard ass in those jeans, watching him just as much as he watched her as she searched through the pile of apples, finding the ones that she wanted. She couldn't help but notice that a woman closer to his own age one fruit bin down from her was also staring across the wide aisle at him, he was the only man in the section besides the stocker standing behind them. She didn't say anything, just finished selecting her different fruits and walked back over to him.

She looked out of the corner of her eye just in time to see the woman slap her hands down on the handle of her cart and angrily push it forward as she sat her bag of green apples, a container of caramel dip, a carton of strawberries and some grapes down in the cart in front of him, obviously pissed that he was already taken. She looked up at him as he turned his attention to her, setting a bag of broccoli in the cart with the rest of the vegetables he had selected, noticing that he was eying her choices. Was he expecting her to just eat nothing but pure sugar and fast food because she was eighteen? She liked that stuff just as much as the next teenager, but he wasn't the only one that was mindful of their health. "What?" she questioned, setting the last of the fruit into the shopping cart.

"Nothing, babydoll, get whatever you want. Could you grab me some bananas, please," he said, watching out of the corner of his eye as she walked back over to the fruit, his gaze lingering on the bare skin between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans like it always did before dropping lower to the sway of her hips as she walked. His gaze briefly shifted to the woman that was hurrying out of the section, her face tense, and then back to Madison, watching as she had to stand on the tips of her toes to reach the nicest bunch on the top of the pile, his eyes taking in every inch of her profile, from the curves of her breasts to the curve of her ass, the corner of his mouth turning up as she strolled back over to him, stopping right next to him as she pushed her purse over to set the bunch of bananas into the seat. "We're not even in the store for ten minutes and you've already pissed off one person," he whispered, reaching up and brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I'm not going to be able to take you anywhere, am I?"

Her smile faded when she looked up at him, seeing the tense look on his face. He was serious. Their first time in public together and they upset one person. Big deal. It wasn't going to the be last time either and she didn't care, she was eighteen as she could be with anyone that she wanted to be with, and she wanted to be with him and if he fretted over it, it was going to put a strain on their relationship, and she didn't want to lose him. Now if he started to look at other women, then they were going to have a problem, but his gaze was always fixed on her. "She was staring at you, at your hard ass. She's lucky I didn't poke her eyes out," she whispered, dragging her teeth across her bottom lip as her gaze shifted to the curve of his ass and the way that the denim hugged his hips and his backside, audibly sucking in her breath and slowly letting it back out. "I was, too, but then I did it every morning in class. And every time that you walked by me on your way to your desk, let's just say that it was a struggle to keep from reaching out and grabbing a handful. She's obviously upset that I have Mr. Hottie and she doesn't. You're still buying me snacks and I haven't even gotten started."

Jacob reached up and took gentle hold of her chin, struggling to keep from kissing her right in the middle of the refrigerated vegetables, tipping her head back so he could see into those eyes that were gazing up at him with just as much if not more desire than she always looked at him with, knowing that she wasn't going to let anything or anyone come between them, especially their age and how other people perceived them. If she would just tell her parents... He briefly looked around and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he pressed his lips to her ear, whispering, "You're the only one I want. And the gluteus maximus. The stronger it is, the harder I can fuck you." He smiled that cocky smile when she quickly sucked in her breath, glancing down just as her breasts were pushed up even higher from her sharp inhale, a sudden flush creeping up her neck to redden her cheeks. He let go of her chin and dropped his hand down to the handle of the cart, pushing it forward as he started walking. "Come along, Maddie. Let's get you those snacks."

Madison fell back into step beside him, strolling along as he pushed the cart down the aisles that he needed to shop, ever so often feeling the brush of his hand across the bare skin on her lower back. When he pushed the cart towards the meat department, she stepped around behind him and walked down the aisle that had the items that she wanted, feeling his eyes on her the entire way. She was reaching for a bag of white cheddar popcorn when her phone beeped in her back pocket and she sat the bag back down on the shelf, taking her phone out and looking down at the notifications that came across the screen. It was her mother.

She swore under her breath and quickly answered the message, sending it, watching as the little dots across the screen indicated that she was getting an immediate reply. She didn't really know how long she stood there, going back and forth with her mother, until one final answer had her leaving her alone and she looked up at Jacob just as she jammed her phone back into her pocket, wondering just how long he had been standing there. She grabbed two bags of popcorn and dropped them into the cart, walking away from him, giving him no choice but to follow her.

Jacob didn't say anything, she was obviously upset by the messages she had received, and the grocery store was no place to hash it out, so he just followed her down the candy aisle as she angrily grabbed bags of gummy worms and threw them into the cart. With as upset as she was, it was a pretty good indication that the messages were from one of her parents, if not both. He had only seen her cry one time and that was from pain, she obviously had a different outlet for her anger, and he had a pretty good feeling that it involved hitting something. He only needed one more thing and he slowly steered the cart towards the bottled water as she hung onto the side of the basket, quietly walking along with him. He slid a case of water onto the bottom of the cart and straightened back up, looking at her. "Do you want anything else," he asked, and when she shook her head, he pushed the cart toward the checkout, keeping an eye on her as she remained quiet.

As he paid for the groceries, he watched her as she took the bags after the cashier had filled them and put them in the cart, waiting patiently for him to finish. When he stepped over to her, she instantly took hold of his hand, lacing their fingers together, gripping hard, needing his strength. "Shit," he swore under his breath, grabbing hold of the shopping cart by the basket, pulling it along behind him as they walked out of the store, keeping her next to him the entire way, not once letting go of her hand, comforting her the only way he could in public.

Jacob left the cart at the rear of his car, grabbed her purse from the seat and walked up the passenger side, opening the door for her. "Get inside, babydoll," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, handing her purse to her after she sat down, closing the door. He popped the lid on the trunk and transferred the groceries into the back, closing the lid and returning the cart to the nearest corral, hurrying back to his car and to Madison. He opened the driver side door and slid down behind the wheel, pulling it shut and turning in his seat, facing her. He reached over and cupped the side of her face in his large hand, caressing her cheek with the side of his thumb, letting out a long breath when she finally looked up at him. Her eyes were filled with self-loathing and he pressed his lips to her forehead, closing his eyes. He didn't care who they were, no one was allowed to upset her. "Who was it?" he questioned, trying to control his emotions, hoping his voice wasn't too rough.

Madison pulled away from him and looked down at her phone still laying on her leg right where she had put it after she had sat down. She kept her cool in the grocery store, not saying anything to him even though he never questioned her, because if he had, she probably would have started crying and she didn't cry unless she was so angry that she didn't have any other outlet. And the fact that he knew something was wrong the instant she grabbed onto his hand, seeking his strength, that he would get her out of there as quickly as possible, had her trusting him, loving him, more and more. Her hand was trembling slightly when she picked up her phone, unlocking it with her fingerprint and opening her messaging app to bring up the conversation that she wasn't prepared to have over a phone. She handed it to him. "I've never said no to my mom," she whispered, feeling the brush of his fingers as he took her phone out of her hand.

Jacob took her phone, watching as she turned in the seat, looking out the side window, withdrawing from him, from everything, and he didn't question her. He looked down at the screen, feeling like he was invading her privacy, but she had handed it to him, and it wasn't like their entire relationship hadn't started with a wrongfully sent text message. He slid his finger over the screen before it had a chance to time out and he read the conversation that had transpired between her and her mom.

Mom: Where are you?

Me: In Riverton. Shopping.

Mom: Are you by yourself or with someone? Don't say Dylan because he's sitting here with me.

Me: I'm with Jacob.

Mom: Who's Jacob.

Me: They guy that I have been seeing for a couple weeks now.

Mom: Why didn't you mention him sooner. Bring him by the house for dinner on Sunday so we can meet him. Are you being a good girl?

Me: I'm eighteen, Mom, I can do whatever I want, with whom ever I want.

Mom: You're not screwing up your future, Madison. You're not making the same mistake that I did. You need to focus on your education, not some boy.

Me: We're using condoms. Lots of them.

Mom: Madison! Get your ass home right now, young lady!

Me: No.

Dylan: I didn't say anything to her, I swear. I just came by your house to hang out and when you weren't home, I thought you were still getting your car fixed. We're always together, she knew something was wrong. I should have texted you first.

Me: I'm not mad at you. I can never be mad at you. I'll talk to you later.

Jacob let out a long breath and sat her phone down in the empty compartment above the gearshift. He reached over and touched the back of her head, watching as she turned in the seat to face him, resting her head fully on his hand, and he slowly drew his thumb up and down against her head, half expecting her to crawl across the center console onto his lap. But she just sat there quietly with her gaze focused on her hands. That really wasn't the way that he nor her wanted her parents to find out, not the conversation that he wanted to read. And it would have only been worse if they knew how old he was.

And with as quiet as she was, he had a feeling that the mistake her mom had made was getting pregnant with her when she was around the same age if not younger. They had been using condoms except for that first time but he had finished in her mouth, and even though there was still a slim chance, she never said anything to him and he knew that he would be the first person she would have come to with that news if not the second, since she shared everything with her best friend. He leaned across the console and pressed a kiss to her forehead, easing his hand out from behind her head. "Put your seatbelt on, babydoll, so we can go. Do you want some ice cream? I'll run back in and get you some."

Madison straightened in her seat and reached across her shoulder to grab the seatbelt, drawing it across her chest and fastening it in place. She looked over at him, into his hazel eyes that were filled with so much concern for her and she couldn't love him more. He had that tough façade but he had always been gentle with her, rough when it mattered, but always caring afterwards and she always felt safe and protected in his hands. He didn't question the conversation she had with her mom, just tried to soothe things over with ice cream. Any other time she would have said yes, but not now, not when she just wanted to curl up in a ball and hide under a blanket. She pulled her sunglasses back down onto her nose and turned her head on the seat, looking out the window again. "No, thank you," she whispered. "Can we just go home?"

"Sure," Jacob said softly as he fastened his own seatbelt, pushing the ignition button. He put on his own sunglasses before backing out of the parking slot and circling around to the exit, waiting for the traffic to pass by before he pulled out onto the five-lane road, heading towards the intersection that took them to the interstate. He half expected her to push his hand away when he slid his palm over her thigh but when she didn't, he softly caressed her leg from the middle of her thigh to her knee, feeling her shift in the seat until her knee was resting against the center console and her legs were pressed together, trapping his hand between her thighs, his thumb brushing back and forth.

He looked over at her as he sat at the red light. Her head was resting on the seat and her eyes were closed behind her sunglasses, and he was really beginning to wonder if twelve years was too many to have between anyone. But that was the last thing that he wanted to do--end their relationship--not when he finally found someone that loved him for who he was, not just what he had. He looked back at the signal just as it turned green and rolled along with the traffic, turning onto the overpass and dropping down onto the freeway, speeding up with the flow of the faster moving vehicles in a matter of seconds, giving her thigh a gentle squeeze, just letting her be alone with her own thoughts.

Madison was quiet for several miles. Only when they were halfway to Oak Hills did she finally say something. "My mom got pregnant with me when she was nineteen," she said, her voice soft. "She had a difficult pregnancy and had to drop out of the pre-med program, losing her scholarship, and she doesn't want the same thing to happen to me. My dad already had a good job as an ultrasound tech, so it wasn't like they were going to be struggling financially. She never would have been able to catch back up, not after recovering from surgery and trying to take care of me at the same time. She had to rethink her career and took on-line courses instead while I was a baby. She has a good job at the hospital now, but I know that every time she sees... Guess she wasn't ready for me to grow up." She looked down at his hand trapped between her legs and softly caressed the back of his arm, lacing their fingers together when he pulled his hand out, curling her other hand around the back of his.

She looked over at him as he drove down the interstate, the digital reading on the dash staying at a steady seventy-five. His jaw was set firmly and his left hand was gripping the top of the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary, his whole body tense from her being upset, and she felt his fingers curl around the back of her hand, holding her the only way that he could at the moment. She could only begin to imagine what he was thinking, and it probably had everything to do with whether or not she was staying in his life, or they were putting things on hold. "She's going to tell my dad. I'm sorry I didn't want it to happen this way. I should have just told them, but it wasn't like I was going to stay a virgin forever."

Jacob squeezed her hand, that sudden image of her blood on his cock flooding his head, wishing her first time had been in his bed and not on his desk. But there was nothing they could do about that anymore. He glanced over at her, she was curled up in the seat the best that she could be, holding his hand for comfort. Or so he wouldn't let her go? "I can handle your dad. It's not like this is my first relationship. I have taken a girl's-- But this is the first time I've been with a much younger woman. He'll probably want to kill me, and I don't blame him, and if we must fight it out, then we will. But no matter what, you'll always be safe with me, and I don't want to lose you. You're mine, babydoll, and you're not going anywhere."

A slow smile turned up the corner of her mouth as did his. He lifted her hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand before slowly lowering it back down to the center console, smiling when she pulled his hand back over to her, resting his palm on her thigh again. He kept it there even after she let go of his hand, caressing her thigh through the soft material of her jeans, steering with one hand, keeping that connection between them all the way to his house, using the remote clipped to his sun visor to open the security gate.

Madison went inside the house without argument while he brought everything in, giving him the keys to her car so he could bring in her bag that she had packed with a few of her clothes, thinking that it was best if she just spent the night with him, give her mom some time to cool down from the shock of learning that her daughter was a woman in every sense of the word, still scared about how her dad was going to feel about the entire situation. She sat her purse and phone down on the kitchen island and walked into the family room, sitting down on the couch that was facing the television and kicking her sandals off, tucking her feet under her as she stared out the windows that looked out into the back yard. If her parents decided to throw her out of the house, then she would just move in here with Jacob, knowing he'd be more than happy to have her in his bed next to him every night. She let out a long breath and leaned forward, picking up the remote on the coffee table in front of the couch, turning on the flat screen that was mounted on the wall, searching through the channels for something to watch, finally settling on a black and white movie that was playing on the classic movie station.

Jacob put her bag upstairs and, after he had the groceries put away, he stood at the kitchen island, his hands braced on the cool granite, staring across the expanse of the kitchen and family room at the back of Madison's head where she was sitting on the couch, surfing through the stations on his television. She was hurting and he didn't know how to ease that pain. He pushed away from the counter and walked across the kitchen to the family room, lowering his head and pressing a kiss to the top of her head before he walked around the side of the couch and sat down beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as she sank against him. He reached up and ran his fingers softly over her forehead as she rested her head on his chest, feeling and hearing her deep sigh.

He pressed his lips to the top of her head. "Stay with me tonight and then go back home tomorrow and talk to your parents. I'd rather you just move in here... Do whatever you think is best," he said, softly, pulling her even closer as she tried to sink into his skin. He wrapped his arm around her tightly, shifting her legs so they were over his, holding her against his chest as she took comfort in the safety of his arms. He just held her as she stared at the movie that way playing on the flatscreen, his hand softly caressing the length of her thigh, soothing her, and after the credits started to roll forty-five minutes later, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm going to start dinner. I put your bag upstairs in my room if you want to get out of those jeans."

"Thank you," Madison said as she shifted on the couch, moving her legs from across his, sitting up straight. She watched as he stood up and walked away from her, shifting so she was leaning against the back of the couch, staring at his backside as he padded across the wood floor in his bare feet towards the kitchen, resting her cheek on the cushion. He didn't pressure her any further as he held her, he just let her be alone with her own thoughts. She knew her mom was going to be upset only because she didn't want her to make the same mistakes that she had at a young age, but it was her life and she was going to live it how she wanted to, and she wanted Jacob. She may not take his advice about talking to her parents, but at least she had gotten on birth control, so hopefully that would ease her mom's irrational thinking.

She got up from the couch and padded through the house in her bare feet, feeling his eyes on her as she passed the kitchen, walking across the floor of the rotunda and up the stairs to the second floor, going straight to his bedroom. She found her bag on the foot of his bed and unzipped it, arranging her clothes in the dresser along the far wall, leaving out the ones she was changing into, seriously thinking about moving in with him. She let out a long breath as she pulled her tank top off over her head. She would just have to wait and see how her mom and especially her dad were going to react to her relationship with a much older man.

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Jacob stirred the sauce in the pan, giving it a taste test before setting the spoon back down, and quickly checked to see if the water was boiling before he put the broccoli in the steamer. He sensed Madison before he ever heard her coming into the kitchen and he put the lid on the pot before he wiped his hands on a towel, turning around and leaning his hips on the edge of the counter. He watched as she walked across the floor in her bare feet, looking much more comfortable and a helluva lot tastier than the food he had cooking on the stove.

She had taken her hair out of its braid, and it fell down her back in waves from being twisted up while it was still damp, her black tank top with tiny hot pink hearts fell to the middle of her hips and her hot pink sleep shorts with tiny black hearts exposed all but a few inches of her legs. He felt his cock stir in his jeans, much like it always did when she showed more skin than necessary, his gaze dropping from her face to the fullness of her unconfined breasts in the loose-fitting top, her hard nipples distending the soft cotton. He slowly drew his gaze back up to her face as he curled his fingers around the edge of the granite counter, gripping it harder than necessary.

When she stepped up to him, he reached up and cupped her chin in his hand, tipping her head back and lowering his, brushing his lips across hers in a soft kiss to comfort her and nothing more, but when she moaned and reached up, curling her fingers into the soft cotton of his T-shirt, standing on her tiptoes to arch against him, he kissed her again, only this time his tongue found its way into her mouth. He slid his fingers into her hair, pulling her up tighter against his hard body, swallowing the much longer moan that escaped her, kissing her deeper, groaning as she slid her tongue hotly past his, his large hand palming the curve of her taut ass, his fingers digging into her supple flesh. He broke the kiss, darting his tongue across her bottom lip, kissing her softly as she slowly lowered herself back down onto her heels. He kept his hand on her ass, holding her against him, as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair back from her face, gazing into her eyes that were turned up to him as he softly caressed her cheek with the back of his crooked finger. "You going to be okay, babydoll? I was serious about you moving in here with me."

She whimpered when he broke the kiss, slowly sinking back down to her feet, looking up into those swirls of blue, green and gold as she sank fully against the strength of his hard body. She let out a long breath, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her cheek on his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart. She knew she would always be safe with him. "I'll be fine," she whispered, closing her eyes as his hand caressed the length of her back from her neck to the bottom curve of her butt, keeping her right when she wanted to be, close to him. "My mom needs to understand that I'm not a child anymore. That I'm old enough to make my own decisions and suffer the consequences if I make a bad choice. And I don't regret a single moment with you." She raised her head, breathing in the aroma that was coming from the stove beside him, peeking around him at the pots and pans that were covered with lids, the aromatic steam coming from each one, blending into one delicious scent. "Whatever you're cooking smells amazing and I'm starving. I never had lunch today."

Jacob tsked his tongue at her, slowly smiling, as he combed his fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her face. He was glad that she had finally come to terms with her feeling about her parents but not so happy that she had skipped lunch. "Sesame chicken with riced cauliflower and steamed broccoli. I didn't know how spicy you liked it, so I left out the peppers. Go back into the other room and I'll bring you a plate when its ready," he said, caressing the curve of her ass and giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "I paused the next movie. You can start it if you want to."

"I'll wait for you," Madison said, standing on tiptoe to give him a kiss before she padded across the kitchen and into the family room, grabbing her phone from the counter as she passed by, taking a seat on the couch again, grabbing the soft throw blanket on the back of the cushion and covering up her legs. She let out a long breath when she saw that she had several unread messages on her phone and she dreaded opening them, but when she saw all of them were from Dylan, she tucked her feet under her hips and opened up her messaging app and answered them, quickly getting a response from him. He was concerned about her like he always was, but since he already knew what was going on between her and Jacob, he was more worried about how she was dealing with her mother and the knowledge of her newfound sexual adventures. She reassured him that everything was good and sat her phone down on the cushion next to her when she heard Jacob walking up behind her.

"Here you go, babydoll," he said, holding the plate out to her as he walked around the couch, feeling her fingers brush his as she took her dinner from him, setting his own plate down on the coffee table. He looked at her, not missing the way her eyes lit up when he came closer to her or the smile that started to come to her face. She was going to be just fine. "What would you like to drink? I have iced tea, bottled water, juice. I think I have a diet soda somewhere in the fridge and I bought cherry sparkling water today."

"Mmm, surprise me," she said, taking her dinner from him and looking down at the mound of food she had on her plate. She said she was starving but there was no way she could finish every last bite he had served her, a generous helping of saucy chicken sprinkled with sesame seeds and green onions piled onto a mound of riced cauliflower, the sauce seeping into the low-carb alternative, the bright green steamed broccoli seasoned with a little salt and pepper taking up the rest of the plate. She picked up the fork that was nestled sideways between the vegetables and, debating on whether or not to wait for him to come back to the couch with her, took a tiny taste of the sauce drenched chicken, closing her eyes and moaning around the fork when the flavors exploded on her tongue. A healthier home cooked version of her favorite dish. Even if he was the spoiled rich kid, he definitely had another thing going for him, he sure as hell knew how to cook.

"It's good to know you can make that sound when you have something other than me in your mouth," Jacob said with a smile, watching as her eyes flew open and her cheeks instantly went red in embarrassment. He handed her a glass filled with iced sparking water and picked up the other end of the plush throw, sitting down the on the end of the couch next to her. He sat his glass down on a coaster on the coffee table and picked up his plate, looking over at her as she sipped her water, the flush slowly leaving her cheeks. He chuckled, stabbing at the chicken with his fork, sticking it into his mouth, watching as she sat her glass down on a coaster and went back to her dinner, savoring each bite. "Dylan was part of that conversation earlier. How long have you two been friends?"

Madison wiggled closer to him, dipping her broccoli into the sauce before she stuck it into her mouth, slowly chewing. Everyone pretty much knew how long she'd been friends with Dylan, and she had to remind herself that Jacob only had her in his sophomore and senior classes, even though it felt like she had known him so much longer. "We've been best friends since we were both seven. His parents had put him in karate but quickly took him out after I beat up two ten-year-old boys that were making fun of him because he was doing pirouettes in the back of the class while everyone else was working on their kicks and punches. My dad had to pull me off of the boys. I broke both of their noses and dislocated their kneecaps. They were never allowed back in class. My dad kicked them out for their own safety and offensive behavior. I sat in my dad's office with Dylan till his mom came and picked him up. We've been inseparable ever since."

She took a few more bites of her dinner, looking at him as he ate his own food, listening intently as she talked. "That was the first time I really got into a fight. We were in middle school when I got into a second one and by then everyone knew that if you made fun of Dylan, I would beat your ass. The new kid that enrolled in school hadn't gotten the message and he decided to push Dylan around, teasing him for being gay. I confronted him. I was five foot nothing and he was like five-six, maybe five-seven and definitely outweighed me. He said he didn't hit girls and I said that was okay, because I did. He left Dylan alone after I messed up his face. I think he was more embarrassed getting beat up by a girl then he was for making fun of my friend and the way that he dressed. And then I kicked that guy for grabbing me in the hall. That was the only time I ever used my training for my own defense, it was always to protect Dylan."

Jacob sat his fork down on his plate and reached over, tipping her head up with his crooked finger under her chin, looking deep into her eyes as she swallowed the bite of food that she was chewing. She was stronger, braver than she came across as, always defending her friend's honor and never losing her own. He had always seen her as the quiet girl that kept to herself, that got good grades and didn't do anything to bring any unwanted attention to herself. And then later on as the girl that, despite falling behind, worked hard to get her grades back up, the girl that turned into a woman on his desk not because she was no longer determined to get that last A, but because she was willing to risk getting expelled over their undeniable attraction to each other. The woman that he was falling in love with but didn't know how to say it because he had never spoken those words to someone and truly meant them. He swallowed the lump in his throat and said the words he was thinking, not the ones that he was feeling. "He's lucky to have a friend like you."

"I'm the lucky one. He had been my strength through that whole thing with my dad. And then you became more than just my teacher..." She closed her eyes when she felt him press his lips to her forehead, giving her a kiss that meant more to her than any of the previous ones, had more tenderness in it than that kiss after that second lesson in his classroom, had her wanting to stay with him. She opened her eyes when she felt him pull away from her, looking up at him as he slowly smiled, caressing the fullness of her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, choking on her own words, unable to say them, to say that she loved him, even though she had voiced them days ago. She went back to her dinner when he leaned forward and picked up the remote, starting the old black and white movie that he had put on pause, tucking her legs against his as they just sat there eating and watching the award winning classic romantic war drama.

Jacob took her empty plate from her, surprised that she had ate every last bite, and leaned forward, setting it down on top of his on the coffee table. He sat back on the couch and reached down along the side, raising the footrest and crossing his feet at the ankles, pulling Madison closer as he did, moving her bare legs across his denim clad ones, straightening the blanket until it covered both of their legs, wrapping his arm around her and holding her securely against the strength of his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head when she rested it on his shoulder, and he curled his hand protectively around her ribs, his thumb softly caressing the curve of her breast through the soft cotton of her shirt, the other one resting on her legs atop the blanket.

He slowly smiled when she snuggled even closer to him, letting out a sigh that completely relaxed her body against his and he reached up, brushing her hair back from her face, tucking a stray strand behind her ear, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers before he dropped his hand back down to her legs, turning his attention back to the television, and just holding her as she got more and more immersed into the classic movie that she chose to watch, more than likely for the first time. Both of them fell asleep before the credits started to roll across the screen.

He woke up sometime during the next movie and looked down at Madison curled up against him still sound asleep. He put the footrest down and carefully eased out from under her legs, keeping her body up against the back of the couch. He shut the flatscreen off and took their dirty dishes back into the kitchen, leaving them there with the rest of the pots and pans that he would just wash in the morning, shutting off the lights and securing the house before walking quietly back into the family room. He didn't bother waking her, just bent down and looped her limp arm around his neck and slid his arm under her bent knees, wrapping the other one securely around her back and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her through the house and up the staircase to his bedroom, soothing her with a soft 'shhh' when she started to stir in his arms, biting back a groan when she snuggled her head tighter into the curve of his neck.

For once he hadn't made his bed in the morning and he sat his knee in the middle of the mattress, carefully lowering her down to the bed, brushing her hair away from her face when her head hit the pillow. He undressed in the dark, leaving on his boxer trunks, and carefully climbed into the bed beside her, biting back a second groan as she made a contented sound in her sleep and rolled towards him when the weight of his body dipped the mattress, her arm going across his chest. He pulled the blankets up and wrapped his arm around her, closing his eyes as she snuggled down tight against his body, never once waking up from her slumber. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Sweet dreams, babydoll," he whispered, knowing she wasn't going anywhere.

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Madison woke to the morning sunlight streaming in through the windows on either side of the king-sized bed, and she slowly opened her eyes, staring across the bed at the lamp on the table, not even remembering going upstairs but knowing she had slept beside Jacob the entire night, yet to still wake up in his arms. He was an early riser even on the weekends and she liked to sleep in, waking when she felt that he was no longer in bed with her. She closed her eyes, remembering everything that had happened yesterday, and let out a long sigh, dropping her head back down to the softness of the pillow. It was a new day, and she wasn't going to let yesterday haunt her and ruin everything that they had going between them.

She opened her eyes, and not seeing a note from Jabob on the dresser, she threw off the blankets and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, sitting up and stretching her arms over her head before she got up and padded into the bathroom. She gathered up her messy, sleep-tousled hair into a sloppy bun on the back of her head and strolled out of the bedroom in her tank top and sleep shorts, stopping at the railing that was open to the lower floor below. The master bedroom was directly over the kitchen and the house was quiet all except for the sound of Jacob's voice as he swore at something somewhere on the first floor. She slowly smiled at the sound of his smooth tenor voice and the slight roughness it had from his moment of anger.

She hurried down the stairs and across the rotunda, walking quietly across the floor of the nook, stopping to lean her abdomen against the rounded edge of the granite topped island, resting her palms on the cool surface, her eyes taking in every inch of him as he stood at the stove in only his black boxer trunks and glasses, cooking breakfast, and by the smell, he was burning it. She sank her top teeth into her bottom lip as she let her gaze wander over him from the top of his disheveled wavy chestnut hair, across the span of his broad shoulders and the deep indentation of his spine that bisected those lean muscles, to his narrow waist and the firm globes of his hard ass in his snug underwear, all the way down the length of his muscular legs, slowly dragging her eyes back up in time to hear him swear again and toss something into the trash can sitting on the floor to his left. She felt her heart slam against her ribs and her breath catch in her throat. He was making her pancakes. And he had no idea how to cook them, burning every single one. She pushed away from the counter and walked over to him.

"Here, let me do that," she said, sliding in between him and the stove, hearing his groan that went from disgruntled to relieved in a matter of seconds. She bit back a moan at the feel of the solid ridge of his cock as it brushed across the curve of her cotton covered buttock to nestle in between the globes of her ass, feeling his warm breath against her head and the pressure of his hand as he instinctively flattened it to her abdomen, holding her against his body. She reached down and shut off the gas, moving the skillet to the back burner to cool down, before she twisted slightly, smiling up over her shoulder at him.

She reached up and cupped the side of his stubbled jaw, saying, "You have the burner too hot, that's why you're burning them," right before his mouth came down on hers in a slow, deep, good-morning kiss that had enough heat packed into it to burn the entire house down. She moaned when he broke the kiss, only to kiss him again, smiling against his lips, reaching behind her and grabbing a handful of his hard ass, keeping him right there where she wanted him. She looked up into his eyes, watching as they darkened from the touch of her hand, trying her best to ignore the ridge of his cock as it twitched against her ass. "Don't go anywhere. I'll teach you how to make pancakes."

"When did the student become the teacher," Jacob murmured, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling the side of her neck with his hot mouth. He slowly slid his tongue along her skin, kissing the curve of her bare shoulder where it met her neck, sucking hard and leaving a mark, bathing it with his tongue before going back to the side of her neck, his hand finding its way under her top in his early morning exploration. Even though he hadn't eaten pancakes since he was a kid, he was determined to make them for her and bring them to her in bed, but he had burned everyone that he tried to cook, going through one batch of batter and mixing up a second one, and just when he thought he had one cooked to perfection, even if it was a little too brown on the outside, it was raw in the middle.

No matter how many times he had read the directions on the side of the box, he still couldn't get it right. He was just about to give up and cook her something else when she came into the kitchen, sliding in between him and the stove, with her sleep tousled hair piled up on her head and her soft skin begging to be touched. And now he had other ideas as he slowly caressed her taut abdomen, dipping the tips of his fingers under the elastic waist of her sleep shorts, touching her like he wanted to last night, groaning when she arched against his hand. "I was going to bring you breakfast in bed."

Madison closed her eyes, leaning into the strength of his body, making the mistake of tipping her head to the side and giving him greater access to her neck, his tongue sliding hotly along her skin as a sudden wet heat started to radiate between her trembling legs when he kissed the curve of her neck hard. She braced her hands against the edge of the stove, trying to remain upright as his mouth did those knee-weaking things to her neck, his strong arm locked tightly across her ribs under her breasts, keeping her against him, his large hand cradling her ribs, his finger splayed wide. "Mmm, I really do appreciate the thought, but pancakes can be a little tricky. I'm not going to say anything about the box mix..."

She felt the heat of his palm as it found its way under her tank top, slowly caressing her abdomen all along the low waistband, his fingers brushing across the silver ball in her navel, to dip into the front of her shorts. She instantly came to full cognition and pulled away from him the best she could, before he plopped her down on the counter or spread her out on the kitchen floor. "Okay, Jacob, hands to yourself," she said, reaching down with both hands and grabbing his, pulling his hand out from her shorts before it wandered too far down along her bare skin, resting his hand against the top of the counter and holding it there. "You're here to learn, not to distract the teacher."

Jacob chuckled, keeping his hand right where she put it, looking down at her as he reached up with his other hand and slowly drew the tip of his finger along the back of her neck, brushing away the soft wisps of hair that were too short for her sloppy bun that he was finding more and more distracting. Or was it the curve of her neck? Because he knew that every time his kissed her there... He slowly drew the back of his crooked fingers along the side of her neck, flattening them against her chest as he softly caressed the exposed skin above the neckline of her tank top, gazing down the front of her shirt at the curves of her bare breasts, watching as her nipples started to harden. He lowered his head, pressing his lips to her ear. "Easier said than done, babydoll. Ever since that first kiss, you distracted me constantly. And now... Fuck, I haven't been inside you for over a week," he grated out, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, rubbing the solid ridge of his cock against the curve of her ass as it started to twitch and throb as more blood started to rush that particular direction.

Madison closed her eyes, feeling his cock start to get harder against her buttocks, her own body betraying her as that knot started to form low in her stomach. She should have just stayed in bed where it would have been safer. At least for a while. She reached up and grabbed hold of his other hand as it started to make its way down the front of her tank top, slapping his palm down on the counter on the other side of the stove with an audible huff. She squeezed her eyes shut. There was nothing she could do about the agonizing roll of his hips. She opened her eyes and twisted at the waist, reaching up and grabbing hold of his stubbled chin, looking into his eyes that were filled with a playful desire.

There was no way she could be mad at him, she loved him and all the little gestures he put forth. "Cooking class first, sex-ed later. You're going to learn how to make me pancakes and I'm not going to tolerate any more distractions. So, keep your hands to yourself or I will swat you with the spatula, focus on the task at hand and keep your cock in your underwear," she said, her voice taking on a tone of authority even though she was trying not to smile. He was practically naked and smokin' hot, those hazel eyes were doing a number on her as always and that slow cocky smile that started to turn up the corner of his mouth had her rethinking the last few words she said to him.

Jacob stared down into those baby blues. She was serious about her pancakes. He chuckled, his chest shaking from the effort as he kept his hands on the edge of the counter, as she cupped his chin in her hand, taking on the role of teacher, commanding his undivided attention which didn't take much. But it was hard having her standing so close to him after sleeping next to her without any physical release for over a week, his cock demanding her attention, every inch of his body tense with need. But she was right, he needed to learn how to make her pancakes so he could keep her happy. And then he was going to carry her back upstairs. His gaze dropped to her chest, to the swells of her breasts behind the soft cotton of her top. "I'll try to focus but there is no guarantee that my cock is going to stay put when the teacher has got a body that I just want to lick every inch of, do things to..."

Madison felt the same way every day after that first kiss. She squeezed his jaw when his gaze wandered. "Jacob. Focus," she said, biting the inside of her mouth to keep from laughing when she heard him groan in frustration. She let go of his chin and turned back around to the stove, only looking over her shoulder at him to see that she finally had his undivided attention, before she started her lesson on the proper technique for pancake cooking. "You don't want the pan too hot," she said, turning on the gas burner until a medium high blue flame was flickering at her. She sat the skillet on the burner, holding her hand over the top of the pan until she felt the right temperature. "A griddle is better for this, but we'll make the skillet work. When you get the right heat, about three fifty, pour in the batter, but not too much, about a cup," she continued, reaching for the bowl of batter that was sitting next to the stove, the handle of a ladle sticking out of it, the movement of her body causing her buttocks to rub across his cock.

Jacob tried to remain the dutiful student, listening to what she was saying, taking mental note on everything. He needed to buy a skillet work griddle so it would get hot, and cup on the batter, a pour if not more. The taut curve of her ass was rubbing against his cock with every movement and making it hard for him to concentrate. He groaned. He could never stay focused when she was this close to him, his mind always wandered because at this point in the game, his cock had already taken his brain hostage and he had no blood left in the right head to think with. He crossed his right arm over her torso, curling his fingers around her hip, holding her steady so she couldn't move, so there was no more friction on his erection that would soon be rock hard if she kept shifting from side to side. He tried to focus again, hoping she wouldn't swat his hand because if she did, he'd just take over with the spanking and breakfast would be forgotten. "Now what, babydoll," he whispered.

She ignored his groan as she scooped up some batter and slowly poured it into the hot skillet, smiling at the feel of his right hand resting firmly on her left hip, but not saying anything because he could never keep his hands to himself when she was this close to him. As long as his hand didn't move... She sat the bowl back down and picked up the spatula, half expecting him to remove his hand for fear of getting swatted, but he didn't, and she smiled when she felt him rest his chin on the top of her head, his gaze focused on what she was doing. "Then you just let it cook until you get these bubbles on top. When they start to pop and the edge of the pancake starts to dry up--"

She slid the spatula under the pancake and gave it a quick flip, flopping the pancake over onto its still raw side. "--you flip it over and let it cook for a few more minutes. And when you lightly touch the top of the pancake and it springs back at you, you know it's done." She touched the top of the golden-brown pancake, watching as the slight indentation from her finger raised back up and she reached over and grabbed the plate he had sitting on the counter, quickly sliding the spatula under the pancake and moving it onto the plate. She held the plate up, looking over her shoulder at him. "See? Perfect." She sat the plate down and held up the spatula. "Now it's your turn."

Jacob blinked several times, trying to focus, letting go of her hip and taking the spatula from her. If she could do it, then he could, too. He picked up the bowl and scooped up some of the batter, and slowly poured it into the pan, watching as the circle spread out wider and wider--just about a cup--before returning the ladle to the bowl, setting the bowl down with a soft clink just as he felt her hands reach back and start to caress the back of his thighs. He cleared his throat, hoping she would get the hint, but she didn't. So much for her keeping her hands to herself. He shook his head to clear it of its dirty thoughts, turning his attention away from her breasts and her hard nipples distending the soft cotton to the batter in the skillet.

What was next? Bubbles on top, flipping and then popping when the dry started to get edgy. A low groan escaped him when he felt her hands trail higher up the back of his thighs and along the cotton that was pulled tight over his hard buttocks to slip her fingers under the waistband of his boxer trunks, her nails scratching his taut flesh, his cock filling with that last sudden rush of blood as she rolled her hips. Fuck. He quickly flipped the pancake over in the pan, wrapping his left arm around her tight, holding her against his fully aroused body. "Maddie... You're supposed to be keeping your hands to yourself or does that rule only apply to me?"

Madison looked up over her shoulder at him, her palms caressing the smooth flesh of his hard buttocks, her nails digging into the bottom curve, moaning at the feel of his hard cock as it throbbed against the curve of her own buttocks, resting her head on his chest, breathing in the scent of his skin mixed with the aroma of the batter in the pan. She looked down at the pancake in the skillet. "You're going to burn the pancake," she whispered. She shifted her weight, rubbing the curve of her ass against the hard ridge of his cock trapped behind the snug-fitting cotton of his underwear, her hands down the back of his trunks only stretching the material that much more. She watched as he quickly slid the spatula under the pancake and dropped it down on top of the one she had cooked, swiftly drawing her hands up out of his underwear, her nails scratching his skin, the elastic snapping back into place against his lower back. She grabbed the plate and quickly ducked under his arm. "Thank you," she said with a giggle, grabbing the bottle of syrup off the counter as she hurried away from him.

What the hell, Jacob swore under his breath and reached down, shutting off the burner. How dare she steal the pancakes after he worked hard trying to cook with her distracting him. "Get back here, you little brat," he hollered, as he stepped away from the stove. She was quick, but he was faster and his legs were longer. He lunged for her, catching her around the ribs with his left arm as he simultaneously grabbed hold of the plate with his right hand, lifting it from her grasp and setting it down on the counter with a soft clink as he effortlessly hefted her squirming body up against his harder, tenser one, her flailing legs getting her absolutely nowhere as her laughter filled the house.

He plucked the plastic bottle from her hand, dropping it down on the counter and quickly hooked his other arm under her legs, shifting her weight against his chest so she was cradled in his arms, holding her securely against his body as her arms went around his neck, holding tight. "Laugh all you want, babydoll, but you started it," he grated out. His breath was hot against her skin as his teeth nipped the side of her neck, his cock painfully throbbing in the confines of his boxer trunks. He started walking across the kitchen towards the rotunda, carrying her up the staircase. "And now you're going to get what's coming to you."

Madison gasped, knowing very well what he was talking about. She had teased him through text messages all week, tormented him by not being in his bed at night, and now aroused him with her body, her touch, beyond all his control. She couldn't help but touch him when he was standing that close to her, the words he spoke to her the day before rolling around in her head as her hands caressed his hard ass, her own body responding to the feel of his cock throbbing against her buttocks, that wet heat turning to an ache that only he could soothe. And stealing the pancakes so he would give chase was entirely spontaneous, yet very effective.

She locked her hands behind his neck as he carried her through the house, his strength and his determination to get her upstairs and into his bed kept him from losing his hold. She slid her fingers up the back of his neck, her nails raking his scalp as she fisted her fingers into his soft waves, pressing her lips to his ear as his long legs took the stairs two at a time. "Jacob. My pancakes are getting cold," she teased, trying to keep her voice as serious as she could, darting the tip of her tongue around the shell of his ear, hearing his deep, rumbling groan.

"Fuck the damn pancakes," he grated out, stepping over the threshold of the bedroom, crossing the floor to the bed in three easy strides. He tossed her down onto the rumpled bed, her body bouncing twice as her laughter filled the room, and he watched as she raised herself up onto her forearms, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she wantonly rubbed her smooth legs together, her gaze focused on him as he slowly peeled his trunks down over the curve of his ass, down over the length of his thick, hard cock, bobbing as it was freed of its cotton prison, more and more precum oozing out of the slit with every throb, sliding them down his legs and kicking them to the side. "I'll make you more," he growled as he crawled onto the bed, his eyes, dark with arousal and unsatiated need, holding hers every inch of the way. "Because, right now, you little brat, that ass is mine and it's going to be red."

"Oh, fuck," Madison whispered, her eyes locking with his, her teeth scraping across her bottom lip, knowing she wasn't leaving his bed until she got the spanking she deserved, she craved, and he had wrung every last ounce of strength from of her body. She tipped her head back as he crawled over her, looking deep into his eyes as he lowered his head, his mouth coming down hard on hers, his tongue forcing her mouth open even more to the rough invasion, a long, deep moan coming from her as she fisted her fingers into his hair, accepting her fate for teasing him, tormenting him, wanting him...

Loving him.

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Jacob reached up and brushed the still damp tendril of hair away from Madison's forehead, pressing his lips to her skin where her hair had laid, holding her safely in his arms and on his lap as they sat on the patio loveseat, the warm late morning breeze blowing through the open covered back porch, drying her hair the rest of the way after he had combed the tangles from her hair, their long, relaxing soak in the bathtub together easing her soreness and strengthening their bond. She had on one of his shirts, the buttons all unfastened and the front plackets open, exposing the inside curves of her breasts, and a lacy fuchsia thong, her updrawn knees resting against his bare ribs and a plate balanced between her thighs and torso as she slowly ate the pancakes he had managed to perfectly cook for her, cut up into bite sized pieces and drizzled with syrup, slices of strawberries and bananas circling the plate.

The remnants of his own late breakfast were clinging to the sides of a glass sitting on the floor next to the chair. One arm was wrapped securely around her back, his hand resting on her side, his other arm draped over her shins, the tips of his fingers lazily caressing the entire length of her bare thigh from the narrow satin waistband of her thong to her knee. "We should take a drive up to Seattle next week. I haven't been up there in a few years. You'll have to pack a bag; we'll be gone for a week and some nice clothes for dinner, dresses or skirts. If you don't have any, go shopping with my card or we can buy you some clothes up there."

Madison stabbed at the slices of fruit on her plate and held the fork up to his mouth, smiling as he wrapped his lips around it, slowly pulling it out from between his lips, wiping the berry juice from his bottom lip with the pad of her thumb and sticking it into her mouth, sucking it clean. She took another bite of her fluffy pancakes--he had finally gotten them perfect after one more try--and slowly chewed, savoring her postcoital breakfast even though his morning meal was a blended protein and banana shake and a cup of coffee. She didn't complain, just sat on his lap and ate her breakfast, even though the red handprints on her buttocks had slowly faded to a light pink, the sting was still there, reminding her that teasing him got her just what she deserved. And enjoyed.

She stabbed at a slice of strawberry and then a chunk of pancake, swirling it around in the syrup before popping it into her mouth, closing her eyes as he pressed another kiss to her temple, slowly chewing, savoring his gentle touch more than the food. She let his words roll around in her head. An out of state trip with him for an entire week? Seeing everything that the city had to offer and indulging in the local delicacies. What could be better than that? "I've never been to Seattle. Can we stop in Longview on the way so I can see my grandparents?"

"We can do anything you want, babydoll," he whispered, caressing her thigh as he lovingly gazed at her delicate features while she ate. She refrained from distracting him the second time while he cooked her two fresh pancakes, she just laid on the couch in the family room, the tail of his shirt covering her bare ass that was still pink from his hand, preoccupied with texting her friend on her phone to pay him any mind. He was beginning to think that she was enjoying her spankings too much because every time his hand came down on one firm globe, her gasp turned to a moan and she arched her hips in anticipation of the next slap, her glistening pink folds getting wetter and wetter as her cheeks got redder and redder.

And now she was just enjoying each bite of her food as she leaned into him, into the comfort of his arms. He opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the fork, taking the last bite of fruit that she held up to him, slowly chewing as he lifted the empty plate from her grasp and reached over the side of the loveseat, carefully setting the plate down on the bricks. At least she had a healthy appetite and didn't pick at her food, more so since he helped her burn off all those calories in the bedroom. "And there are some places up there so you can enjoy your hamburgers."

Madison wrapped her arm around his neck, her nails raking through the shorter locks of hair on the back of his head, looking down at his hand as he slowly trailed his finger down the middle of her chest, pushing open the sides of the shirt so her breasts were exposed to his lazy caress. A soft moan escaped her as his fingers traced the curves of each globe, his fingers brushing over her nipples in a steady thrum until her areolas puckered and her nipples drew up into hard peaks, his soft caress having just as much of an effect on her as his rougher handling had earlier. She shifted her hips on his lap, resting her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as his hand caressed the back of her thigh and up over the curve of her ass before trailing back down, the tips of his fingers brushing over her tender flesh that was covered by the narrow crotch of her thong when she slid one leg just a little bit higher over the other one, keeping her legs tucked against his ribs, resisting the urge to fall back asleep under his gentle, soothing caress. "Mmm, I can't think when you do that, and I have something important to ask you."

Jacob stilled the motion of his hand, feeling his heart lurch in his chest. For her to have something important to ask him... Oh, God, it either had something to do with her parents or she wanted to know just how much money he had in the bank. If she knew that his net worth was right up there with some of the richest people in the state... Or should he offer to bring dessert to dinner tomorrow night, because it would be kind of uncouth to bring alcohol when you were dating a minor. He stared out across his back yard, at the mountain in the distance, his hand resting on her thigh, praying that she wasn't going to mention dinner, hoping that when she said no to her mother it was a no to everything. He let out a long breath, dreading the worst. "What, Maddie?"

Madison couldn't have a serious talk with him when he was holding her like he was. She scooted off of his lap and sat down, crisscrossing her legs on the cushion beside him and pulling her shirt closed over her breasts before she rested her forearms on legs where they were crossed, staring down at her hands. At least he didn't call her by her given name, so he wasn't too upset, and when she felt him take hold of her chin, when she finally looked up at him, the look that she was receiving said otherwise. She bit the side of her lip. Should she just come out and ask him if she could go or tell him that she was going no matter what he said? It wasn't like she was asking her parents; they wouldn't care, she was asking the man that she was sleeping with, the man whose opinion she cared more about. The man that she would do anything for. She let out a long breath, still unable to come up with the right words.

Jacob watched as she slid off his lap, moving away from him, disconnecting from him like she always did when something was bothering her. And right now, there were too many things going on, too many things running through that mind of hers to pinpoint the exact one if she didn't come right out and say it. He reached over and cupped her chin in his hand, tipping her head up, even though her eyes were still down casted at her hands. He slowly ran the pad of his thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip until she turned her eyes up to his. "Spit it out, Madison."

She pushed his hand away, drawing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs. She looked at him over her knees, into those hazel eyes behind the lenses of his glasses that were boring a hole right through her, his jaw tense for pushing his hand away, irritating him even further. She wanted to get up and leave, just not even bother asking him for permission, but his unfaltering gaze held her there and she knew that if she even got to her feet, he would just pull her back to him. "Now you're mad. You only call me Madison when you're irritated with me."

Jacob let out a long breath. That wasn't true and the longer that he thought about it, about the first time he had called her Maddie, had called her babydoll, was when everything had changed between them, when that line had been crossed. So, maybe it was true, he only called her by her given name when she did something in the slightest that upset him one way or another, he just never realized it until she brought it to his attention. He relaxed his jaw, reaching up and softly brushing her hair away from her face, trying to soothe her the only way he knew how at the moment, his gaze still holding hers. "Then give me a reason to not call you Madison and I won't be."

She slowly let out the breath she didn't know she had been holding. She looked down at her hands that were wrapped around her legs and then back up at him. His gaze was still as stern as ever, holding hers, and his tone, even though he tried to soften it, was still a tad bit harsh. And he wondered why everyone called him a hard-ass. She never had this hard of a time asking her parents for anything. Why was it so different with him? Might as well just come right out and say it. "Dylan and I want to take a two, possibly three-day trip somewhere, probably over to the coast sometime before the end of summer, before we both move away for college. He's my best friend, and he's also gay, so it's not like anything is going to happen between us. I just want to know if... if it's okay... that I go with him."

That was what was bothering her? Asking him permission to go somewhere? Jacob drew in a deep breath and slowly let it back out, his nostrils slightly flaring. Any other woman and it would be a firm no. He cupped the back of her head in his hand and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, closing his eyes, thinking long and hard. If he told her no it would only make her leave, make her go against everything he said now and into the future even if she didn't fully understand his nature just yet. Or maybe she did and that was why it was so hard for her to ask him. He pulled back and tipped her chin up, looking into her eyes that held a bit of sadness. "Maddie... My first instinct is to say no. You're mine and I won't allow you to spend any time with another man, but since it's Dylan and I know he's gay, part of me still has a problem with you going but I'm not going to keep you from spending as much time with him as you can, especially since this is probably the last summer you two will have together for several years. If I say yes, and there still is a chance that I will change my mind, you will respect my decision either way. You'll call me every morning and every night; you'll send me pictures and you won't stay in any cheap hotels. You'll have separate beds and you'll charge everything to my credit card."

Madison listened to him as he talked, as he laid down his ground rules, rules that she knew were never to be broken even if he didn't say so. She had a feeling that he would have them and that was why she found it so hard to ask him, fearing he would say no, that he would keep her from her best friend who was the opposite sex even if he was attracted to the same sex, was finding out more about his dominate personality, even if he had yet to say it to her, and just how deep it ran. That she was still too afraid to voice but still taunted and willingly submitted to him, needing him more than she knew.

She slowly slid back onto his lap, straddling his thighs and resting her bare bottom on the slightly rough material of his cargo shorts, feeling his muscles clench under her as she rested her arms on his bare shoulders, interlocking her fingers behind his head. She gazed down into his eyes, nodding her head as he told her to call him every morning and night, nodding as he told her to charge everything to his credit card. His warm breath fanned her lips as she leaned into him. "Jacob... I love you," she whispered, her lips a hairsbreadth away from his.

"Ah, Maddie," he whispered against her lips as his slid his hand under her shirt, his hand caressing her bare skin, feeling her sink even closer to him. He reached up with his other hand and cupped the side of her face, caressing her cheek with this side of his thumb, gazing deep into those eyes that were filled with nothing but desire for him and him alone, wondering if she knew just how much he loved her. He slid his fingers into her hair, pulling her head down the fraction of an inch that it took for them to be against his, kissing her softly at first and then deepening the kiss when she moaned, her lips parting under the pressure of his, of the gentle invasion of his tongue that turned to a much deeper, much more possessive kiss in a matter of seconds.

He swallowed her moan as she arched hard against him, plumping her breasts against the solid wall of his chest, groaning as her tongue slid hotly along his, kissing him back just as hard, just as deep, feeling his cock start to twitch in his shorts as she started to slowly rock against him. He broke the kiss, sliding his tongue hotly along her kiss-swollen bottom lip, kissing her again, softy this time, before pressing a kiss to her cheek, his hot labored breaths fanning her face. He slid his hand down her back and cupped her ass cheek fully in his hand, digging his fingers in and stilling the movement of her hips, holding her tight against his throbbing cock as he wished for it to stop hardening, knowing that she could feel every inch of him. "Keep still, babydoll, or move off of me. I can't be gentle with you anymore, and I'll only hurt you if I fuck you again."

Madison moaned when he kissed her, drawing his tongue deep into her mouth, sliding hers hotly passed his, curling her fingers into his hair as she kissed him back. She could feel his cock straining against the fly of his shorts as it started to twitch and throb from a sudden rush of blood and she rocked against him, urging his erection along, gasping for breath when he broke the kiss. She moaned when he drew his tongue along her bottom lip, kissed her just as softly as a fluttering of wings, and closed her eyes, pressing her cheek to his temple, feeling his fingers dig into the curve of her bottom, holding her still, holding her tightly against him.

She curled her fingers into the longer hair atop his head, feeling the ache in the pit of her stomach grow hotter and hotter from his words alone. She didn't care, she'd take him again and again, until she couldn't sit properly, loving him more that he cared about not hurting her just as much as he cared about her feelings, never denying her needs and wants. She sank fully against him, a soft moan escaping her as the hand that was gripping her bottom loosened it hold only to slide back up the smooth length of her back, caressing her again. "Mmm, I really should go home and face my parents, or at least my mom. I think my dad is working today."

"Or you just stay here with me and we have a lazy weekend together," he said, his lips nuzzling the side of her neck, his stubble lightly scratching. He slowly slid his hand up her back and around when he reached her ribs, cupping her breast fully in his hot palm, his thumb dragging back and forth across her nipple until it got hard, squeezing it between his fingers, tugging on it. He didn't think he would ever get tired of just playing with her body, watching as she responded to his every little touch, hearing every little sound that she made.

He kissed her soft skin before he lifted his head from the side of her neck, reaching up and pushing her hair back from her face, his other hand still playing with her breast. He dropped his hands to her bare thighs when he saw the look on her face. They weren't going to have a healthy relationship until it was accepted by both of her parents. He slowly caressed the length of her legs, tipping his head back slightly so he could see into her eyes. "No, you're right, you need to sit down and have a talk with your parents alone, so there won't be any strain when I finally meet them."

Madison's smile slowly faded. She sat back on his thighs, looking at him, putting off the inevitable more and more. She hadn't been home since late yesterday afternoon and the last conversation she had with her mother was that angry text message, and she needed to sit down with her face to face and soothe things over even though her mother would never see her as an adult. She reached up and brushed that stubborn lock of hair away from his forehead, watching as it slowly slid back down over his brow as she trailed the tip of her finger along the neatly trimmed line of his stubble, still wondering what he would look like if he was clean shaven even though she knew she never would. And if she got into a yelling match with her mom, she knew where so could stay. "I'll be back over later. I have my karate class at five tonight. I usually go over a couple hours early and work out in the gym and you're going with me so I can kick your ass."

Jacob's smile turned to a chuckle. She was so full of confidence, not really realizing what his own training consisted of, hers only subduing, his lethal even if he hadn't used it in almost a decade. "I'd like to see you try, babydoll. And it's not coming off." He reached up and brushed a lock of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, watching as her smile got just a little bit bigger as her nails lightly scratched his close-cut beard. He'd had facial hair for so long that he didn't even remember what he looked like without it and she never complained about his stubble, not even when he left whisker burn on her delicate skin. "Does the dojo have a shower?" he asked and when she nodded her head, he said, "Good. Bring a change of clothes, something nice and we'll go out to dinner later."

Madison nodded her head and leaned forward, giving him a soft kiss as she slid first one leg and then the other one off of the cushion, standing over his thighs. "Then I better go," she whispered against his lips as he shoved his fingers into her hair, keeping her mouth close to his, moaning as he slowly licked her upper lip before kissing her again, trying to keep from falling back into him when his hand cupped the back of her knee, slowly sliding higher and higher...

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Madison handed her gym bag to Jacob and sat down in the passenger seat of his car, swinging her legs in and setting her purse down on the floorboard as he closed the door, waiting for him to slid down behind the wheel. When she had gotten home, her mother was waiting for her, sitting at the kitchen table with both of her hands wrapped around her steaming mug of tea and looking like she hadn't had a good night's sleep since they had that harsh exchange through text messages. She gave her mom a big hug and apologized and they sat down, having a long talk about everything and her future plans for college. She was still going, nothing was changing that, and she seemed to be a little bit relieved when she told her mom that Jacob was encouraging her to go, in no way stopping her and would be supporting her through her education.

Her mom still wasn't happy that she was no longer her little girl and there was nothing that she could do about that but was thankful that they were using protection. She still left out one crucial fact about Jacob. His age. After having lunch with her mom, she packed her gi in her gym bag and, still not having any skirts or dresses, raided her mom's closet for something to wear for dinner. She gave her mom a kiss on the cheek and had her postpone dinner with all of them together for another weekend and left, driving back over to Jacob's house.

She heard the trunk shut and she looked over at Jacob as he slid down behind the wheel of his car, the soft cotton of his mid-thigh length workout shorts pulling taut over the curve of his hard ass, his black T-shirt with the muted USMC emblem on the left breast was pulled taut over his shoulders and biceps, hanging loose around his torso. She watched as he lifted the lid on the center console and dropped his wallet inside before closing the lid and exchanging his regular glasses for his sunglasses. Was she really doing this? Was she going to spar with a former Marine?

She knew he would never hurt her, she was more worried about what he would do if he saw some of the other guys in the dojo checking her out. It wasn't a regular gym, the only people allowed to use the equipment for strength training were there for martial arts and she knew everyone that walked through the doors, and everyone knew who her dad was, but no one knew him. She fastened her seatbelt, watching as he did the same. "My dad is working at the hospital today and class starts at five. He usually comes over right after work so he will be there, and my mom did tell him about you. But I forgot to mention one little thing..." She looked over at him as his gaze held hers over the top rims of his sunglasses. "How old you are."

"Madison..." Jacob grated out. Of all the things he hoped she would have mentioned about him, she refrained from the most important detail, and it was only going to cause even more tension between everyone. He didn't miss the way she bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling, looking out the side window at her own car parked in the driveway. He had a feeling that she did that on purpose. And he did call her by her given name when he was irritated with her. He just shook his head as he reached over to push the ignition button, shifting the car into reverse and backing out of his driveway.

He drove down the hill and stopped at the bottom, waiting for the gate to open, looking over at her. She had her hair fashioned into two Dutch braids that joined to one long braid down the middle of her back, and the T-shirt that she was wearing with her family's martial arts academy logo on the left breast was two sizes too big for her and was bunched up around her waist as she sat in his passenger's seat. Her breasts were confined to what he assumed was a sports bra under her shirt that matched her high-waisted yoga shorts, because they weren't as full as usual and she had chunky soled mule sneakers on her bare feet. He turned his attention back to the gate as it fully opened and pushed his foot down on the accelerator, driving through. "You really should have told them how old I was."

She looked over at him behind the tinted lenses of her own sunglasses, slowly smiling a cheeky smile. "Why? It's more fun this way," she said with a laugh, turning her attention back out the side window but not soon enough to miss seeing his cocky smile or the shake of his head. Maybe she should have mentioned his age, but it would only create a bigger argument between her and her parents, and possibly a rift between him and her dad. And she knew he hadn't talked to his own mother yet, she had been with him every waking hour since yesterday afternoon, all except for the brief amount of time she had gone home to get her bag.

She shifted in her seat when she felt the slide of his hand across the bare skin of her thigh after he merged onto the interstate, lifting that leg just a little bit higher as the pressure of his fingers were just enough to leave indentations in her skin, his thumb caressing back and forth, soon learning that it was his way of keeping his most precious cargo safe and secure. "The dojo is on McGovern Street," she said, giving him brief directions so he knew which exit to take. "I talked to my mom. She's learning to accept my new lifestyle. I don't know if she was more relieved when I told her that you were pushing me to go to college or that she wouldn't have to worry about raising any grandchildren because we're using protection."

Jacob glanced over at her, not stilling the gentle caress of his thumb on the inside of her thigh. That was the one thing that he hadn't pushed any further with her--birth control--even though he was using condoms, thankful that none of them had broken yet, she still needed to get on some form of contraceptive, and he knew that getting in to see a doctor was sometimes damn near impossible. And he wanted to feel every inch of her wrapped around every inch of him without a single barrier between them like the first time, and to be able to feel just how--

He swore under his breath and turned his gaze back to the road, and noticing that his hand had gone from being still to caressing her bare skin from the bottom of her short leg to the inside of her knee, to sliding even higher as his thoughts wandered, he pulled his hand away, wrapping his fingers around the steering wheel. Even though he had her screaming his name this morning, he was still a little worked up from her playful teasing and he needed to clear the erotic thoughts from his head before they got the best of him, his shorts couldn't hide the evidence, and their second cardio workout wouldn't be in the gym, it would be in his car. "You did bring a dress to change into like I said, because the downtown bistro is a little more than casual, especially on the weekends."

Madison couldn't help but notice that he had stopped caressing her leg and she didn't say anything, just watched as he steered with his right hand instead of his left, bracing his elbow on the door and resting his temple on his thumb and forefinger, his gaze focused on the car in front of him. She had a feeling that it has something to do with the mention of children, wondering if his mother was pestering him about grandkids, or if it was something else. Her gaze dropped to his crotch and the loose material of his shorts that couldn't hid anything and seeing the slightly bigger bulge that was there... It was something else and she wasn't going to question him either.

She smiled to herself. He may have control over his urges but sometimes there was no denying them, no denying how he felt about her even if he never voiced the words. "I brought a skirt and a top," she said, reassuring him. She turned in her seat, looking out the side window as they got closer to the outskirts of Riverton, passing the first exit, the one that they needed was the third, smiling at her own reflection in the tinted glass as his hand once again slid between her close pressed thighs, his thumb caressing her skin. And sometimes he just had to touch her despite what it did to him physically.

Jacob pulled his hand out from between her close pressed thighs, the traffic in downtown wasn't as heavy but there were too many stop and gos with the signals and he needed to concentrate as he drove down the one-way streets, remembering which one he had to turn down so he could circle around to go the other direction and end up in front of the dojo, not passing it and having to do the loop all over again, and her soft skin under his hand was a definite distraction.

When she directed him to it, he turned into the parking lot in front of a warehouse-sized brick and mortar building, her family's karate logo stenciled on the doors, no other markings on the building, and he parked the car in one of the two empty spots in the lot, the truck that she had been driving to and from school nowhere in the vicinity, meaning her dad wasn't around just yet like she had said. He shut off the car and got out, popping the trunk and grabbing both of their bags before walking around the rear, opening the passenger door for her, watching as she got out, his eyes taking in every inch of her bare legs, the hem of her T-shirt falling to the middle of her thighs when she straightened.

Madison tipped her head back, looking up at him, her chunky soled sneakers only adding an extra two inches to her height. "It's two-forty-three, the younger kids are just finishing up their class, the middle belts will be having theirs next and mine doesn't start till five. The gym is on the far side of the building, so we won't be bothering them," she said, letting him know what went on inside. She reached up and curled her fingers into the loose material of his T-shirt, her gaze focusing on his face, still wondering if this was something that they should be doing together at her family's facility and not at a public gym, which would only be more of an issue.

But she needed to get past that, her dad was going to have to accept him for who he was, the man that she wanted to be with, and there was nothing that he could do about it. But that wasn't what was really bothering her at the moment, it was everything that he had said to her earlier, about him having a problem with her being around other men, him having control over who she spent time with. She tugged on his shirt and he turned his attention to her as he shut the car door. She looked into his eyes as he gazed down at her. "Jacob, my class is coed and I might have to spar with the men and that means that they will be putting me in holds and touching me."

Jacob looked down at her, gazing into those baby blue eyes that were filled with a hint of new-found nervousness now that she was starting to understand his demeanor as they got deeper into their relationship, his grip tightening around the handles of their bags as he tried to control his emotions. He knew that she wouldn't let another man touch her outside of her training, she was only trying to prepare him for what went on behind those doors and she was scared that he was going to see things differently. He reached up and cupped the side of her face, caressing her cheek with the side of his thumb, softly reassuring her. "Maddie, training is one thing, and letting men touch you who want something else from you is entirely different. And you thinking that I'm going to beat up every man that looks your direction is sweet but unnecessary. But if they touch your ass or speak inappropriately about you then they have it coming."

He slowly drew his thumb back and forth across her parted lips as he bent his head and pressed his lips to her ear, his warm breath fanning her skin. "Your pussy is mine and only mine along with the rest of your body and the better that you understand that..." He closed his eyes when he felt her sway closer to him, felt the brush of her breasts against his chest, felt her warm breath fan his skin, heard the little sigh that she made. Oh, she knew. He opened his eyes and raised his head, brushing a tiny whisp of hair back from her face as he looked down at her, slowly smiling. He quickly changed the subject. "I said I'd go easy on you in there but now I'm beginning to wonder if I shouldn't."

Madison didn't know why she thought that he would knock out every guy that looked her way, yes, he was possessive, yes, she was his and only his, but she needed that little bit of freedom to enjoy what she liked to do, even if it was a contact sport. Even if he came along with her. She stood on tiptoe and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, looking up into those hazel eyes that were so intently focused on her. She dragged her top teeth across her bottom lip, slowly smiling. "Go easy on me or go hard on me, either way I'm still going to kick your ass," she whispered, so full of confidence, kissing him again and taking hold of his hand, tugging him away from his car, watching as a slow, cocky smile slowly came to his face.

Jacob let go of her hand to open one of the double glass doors, letting her walk through and following her into the building. He slowly walked pass the ten-foot-long wood and glass trophy case that held framed pictures, trophies and patches from local and nationwide matches over the course of four decades, stopping when one photo caught his eye. It was Madison in her gi, a black belt around her waist, perched on the shoulders of two men of almost equal height, one he recognized as her father also wearing a gi, his arm locked over her shins and her arm around his neck, the other man was older, possibly her grandfather, and she was clutching a trophy almost as big as her over all of their heads, a triumphant smile on all three of their faces, hers slightly swollen and bruised. He didn't know the rules that were associated with the sport, but she had to have beat several girls to get that trophy.

He walked just a little bit faster, catching up with her, walking behind the parents that were seated in folding chairs, none of them paying any attention to them, they were all watching the younger kids practicing on the mats that covered a large portion of the floor. He did notice that one of the male instructors at the front of the room returned the acknowledging wave to Madison as she walked by and he let it go, she was just making her presence known in her family's dojo. He followed her to the far side of the building where an entire workout area was set up complete with a treadmill, free-weights and a heavy bag. It wasn't a full gym but there was enough equipment to get a decent workout for strength training.

He sat their bags down on the bench along the wall, watching as Madison reached down and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it off over her head and revealing the two-tone gray sports bra he knew she was wearing, the band hugging her ribs tight and the front compressing her breasts just enough to keep them from bouncing around and distracting him, not that the slight swell over the top of the bra wasn't distracting enough along with the few inches of skin that the top of her high-waisted yoga shorts revealed.

Madison looked over at Jacob as he sat their bags down, her gaze sliding over him, wondering if he was going to lose the shirt too while they worked out together, hoping that he wouldn't because those abs and that chest were a distraction all on their own, and then when they were emphasized by a fine sheen of sweat... she'd be soaking wet herself and it wouldn't be from her own perspiration. She quickly sat down and pulled her bag closer, unzipping a pocket on the outside of her bag and taking out her wraps, looking up at him as he surveyed the room. "The bathrooms are over there," she said, pointing across the room. "There is one shower in each room and only the instructors use them when they have somewhere to be after class and you have to keep the shower clean for the next person. Dojo rules."

She kicked off her sneakers and turned on the bench, setting her heel on the padded surface as she started wrapping her foot and ankle, protecting them from the blows she put them through. She looked at him as he sat down on the bench beside her, rifling through his own bag, slowly smiling as she turned her attention back to her foot and the long strip of protective band. This was the first time she had worked out with a man outside of class that wasn't her father and definitely was the first time that he had a different set of skills that rivaled her own. "I usually just work out on the bag with my kicks and punches, and if I have someone else to work out with, we use the pads."

Jacob sat down on the bench next to her and took a roll of tape out of his bag, finding the end and pulling out a strip before he started to wrap his wrists and knuckles, protecting them from injury. He usually worked out at the gym in Oak Hills that was owned by an Army veteran, almost everyone that was a member were veterans or enlisted in the armed forces, keeping up their comradery and hand to hand combat skills that they had been trained to use, the owner having his own private classes in self-defense for anyone that wanted to learn. But this was the first time that he had been inside a dojo that's sole purpose was for training in martial arts, and it didn't bother him in the least, his training was a mix of different skills, each one making sure that he came out the victor. He ripped the strip of tape free from the roll and secured it to his hand before he started wrapping the other one, looking over at Madison as she started to wrap her own hands with her protective bands.

He had never sparred with a female before, and the stakes were a lot different because she was the woman that he was falling madly and deeply in love with, and this, her training, her skills that matched his own, were only bringing them that much closer together. He toed off his sneakers and tugged off his socks so he could wrap his own feet with tape, not as well as she did, but enough to protect them. "So, the heavy bag first then I'll spot you on kicks and punches. How are you with holds and locks?" he asked, watching her as she finished wrapping her hands, securing the bands in place. He took off his glasses and slipped them into a protective sleeve, tucking them into a pocket on the outside of his bag before he tugged on his padded fingerless gloves, securing them in place. "I outweigh you by a good ninety pounds and we both know you can handle my weight pinning you down but we're usually doing that naked."

"Jacob!" Madison exclaimed, her cheeks starting to turn red in response to his words and the truth behind them, more so from the cocky grin that slowly came to his face, fully getting the reaction from her that he wanted. She had no problem with him pinning her down, the problem would be trying to get out of the holds he put her in when she didn't want to. But they were here to spar, here for her karate class, not for teasing and definitely not for foreplay. "I've never thrown outside of my weight and there are a couple other girls that I mainly do that with, and one guy is close to my size, but other than them, you'll be by biggest opponent," she told him.

She got to her feet and walked over to the heavy bag that was hanging down from a mount secured to the wall, stretching out her arms and shoulders as she went, waiting for him to follow her. "Those few days between you and me, you know... and then afterwards when we couldn't do anything..." she said, looking up at him as he walked around to the backside of the bag, securely holding it in place for her as he kept his eye on her. She stretched out her arm, getting the right distance between her and the bag. "I took out a lot of my frustration on this bag," she said, a cheeky smile coming to her face when she gave the bag a good punch with her fist, sending it backwards into the strength of his hold, lurching him back just slightly.

Jacob swore under his breath. He wasn't expecting that much speed or force from her punch, and he secured his stance more, holding onto the bag, watching her as she started to warm up with several more quick blows, her form and stance that of a highly trained fighter. She put all of her weight behind the strikes, and he braced himself for the next round of punches, followed by a hard kick, her foot making contact high on the bag. "You weren't the only one, babydoll. I went to the gym or ran more in those two weeks then I did before. I needed to keep from thinking about you, but I had to see you every day even if I couldn't touch you," he said, his voice low so it wouldn't carry across the building even though no one was paying any attention to them. "Now show me what you can do."

He tightened his grip on the bag, his eyes taking in every inch of her petite body as she hit the bag with her fists, watching her as she worked on her strikes and kicks, the bag taking the brunt of the force behind each one, her skin starting to glisten with a fine sheen of sweat from her exertion, a slow smile coming to his face. She really was no delicate little flower that needed to be handled with kid gloves. She was tough, strong and unyielding. And he loved her even more for it. He watched her form, her foot placement, taking in everything that she had been taught, everything that she strived towards to earn her ranking, to earn that trophy. She was a fighter, a force to reckon with, and just by watching her, he knew that she wouldn't let anything, or anyone ever come between them.

With his encouraging words, Madison gave the bag everything that she had. The only person outside of the dojo that knew what she was capable of was her best friend, and now that she had Jacob in her life, pushing her even further towards her goals, encouraging her every step of the way, supporting her, she would never quit, she would see just how far she could go with everything. Even if the biggest challenge they faced together was gaining approval from her family. She executed every combination of strikes and kicks she knew, the bag taking the force of the blows as his body kept the bag from swinging, knowing Jacob's eyes were on her the entire time, watching her, taking in everything that she knew.

She held nothing back, showing the man that chose to be with her just how much force was in her petite body. And because he always wanted everything, so with one last powerful roundhouse kick, she sent the bag out of his tight grip and herself back into her fighting stance, drawing in several deep breaths as she regained control over her breathing, watching as he caught the bag, slowing its momentum. Her gaze locked with his and she totally expected him to run but instead he slowly smiled, and that smile meant more to her than anything. "Like that?" she asked as she wiped the sweat from her brow with her forearm. She slowly walked back over to the padded bench and sat down.

"Just like that, babydoll," Jacob said as he followed her over to the bench. He reached inside his bag, taking out a large bottle of water and uncapped it, handing it to her. He felt sorry for those boys that had picked on her best friend and for the guy that had grabbed her ass, she may be small but she put everything into her kicks and punches. He had to readjust his stance several times to absorb the force she put behind each and every strike and he could take some hard blows. He watched as she drank down a quarter of the water in the bottle, her throat muscles working to swallow the heavy gulps, a lone trickle of sweat sliding down her temple. She kept this part of her life quiet, all of her accomplishments to herself, much like no one knew that he had been in the Corps, her secrets were her own and she had let him into this part of her life much like he had opened up to her about his family, his wealth. There was no doubt about it, if he was going to stay in her life, he had to accept this part of her, too. And support her every step of the way. "That picture in the case out front. When did you get that trophy?"

Madison put the cap back on the bottle and sat it down on the bench beside her, leaning her shoulders against the wall. She knew what picture he was talking about, the one where she was sitting on her dad and grandfather's shoulders. Between the two of them, they had trained at least a hundred if not more people in martial arts throughout the years, some leaving, some staying as instructors, some going on to open their own dojos. Her grandfather was not as active in the discipline anymore, but her dad kept the dojo open, handpicking four from his classes each year--two boys, two girls--to compete in the competition, one if not both of the genders walking away with a trophy.

She looked up at him as she wiped the last trickle of sweat from her cheek. She never bragged about her wins, never cried about her loses, rather learning from each one every step of the way. And he was one of her wins. "Last year at the tri-state karate tournaments. It's a three-day event open to brown and black belts in Oregon, Washington and Idaho. I won the title in the girls under eighteen division and came in second place the year before. The next one is in October but right now, nursing school is more important to me. You are more important to me."

Jacob looked down at her as she spoke. She was so tough, yet so humble and had her priorities straight, more than he could say for most of his students. He said he would support her through everything, and training hard to receive her next ranking was just as imperative to her as it was for him, and she was going to have to put some of that on hold to get her nursing degree in three years. But he would be there for her on the weekends, encouraging her, supporting her every step of the way. He reached out and cupped her chin in his hand, tipping her head back just a little bit more so he could see into those eyes of hers. "Your education is first and foremost and I'm not going to let you get behind. We'll have the weekends together to spar, to work on your techniques. It may take you a couple extra years to get that next ranking, but you'll get it and I'll be right there with you." He pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head, watching as a smile slowly came to her face, and he let go of her chin, sliding his finger down the bridge of her nose. "Your accomplishments are mine, too, and I'm never going to let you fail. Now just sit there and rest as I go a round on the bag then we'll work out with the pads."

Madison nodded her head, watching as he walked back over to the heavy bag to get in more cardio for the day even though they had both worked up a sweat this morning in his bed. She picked up his water bottle and took another drink, watching him as he started to warm up with a few quick jabs at the bag with his padded gloves, his knee contacting the bag after every few connecting swings, and then he really started in with his punches, hooks and kicks, the bag swaying with the force behind every one as he moved around the bag, working it hard. She sank her top teeth into her bottom lip, watching him as he worked on his own fighting technique, his more forceful, more deadly than hers, but his training was for combat, hers was for self-defense, and he had kept up on it, not so much for the fighting, but for the exercise, for working every single muscle in his body. And he was doing just that.

Okay, so maybe there was a little teasing going on. Thank God he didn't take off his T-shirt because her gaze was focused on every line of hard muscle in his arms and legs, his ass, the beads of sweat that were forming on his forehead, the cotton of his shirt as it started to stick to his back from perspiration. Was he this focused on her when she had been working out? The sound of his padded gloves as they made sharp contact with the bag was growing louder and louder as he put all of his strength into his punches, pushing himself that much harder, and she watched as he sent the bag arcing high when he executed a hard spinning rear kick with the bottom of his bare foot, catching the bag as it swung back down, resting his forehead against the leather as he drew in several deep breaths. Could she be anymore turned on at this very moment? Maybe working out with him was a bad idea.

She picked up the water bottle and walked over to him, uncapping it as she went, holding it out to him as a slow smile came to his sweaty face, his eyes gazing down at her. She looked up at him, her top teeth grazing over her bottom lip. He was breathing hard and sweat was trickling down the side of his face, his skin glistening with perspiration. "You have kept up with your training for the past ten years," she whispered. She felt the tips of his fingers brush over hers as he took the bottle from her, and she watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he drank down a good portion of the water. She started to curl her fingers into the loose material of his shirt and then she remembered that they were in her family's facility, and they didn't know him. Screw it, she thought to herself, he could incapacitate any guy that came between them. Who knew violence was a turn-on?

She curled her fingers into his shirt, standing on the balls of her feet to raise herself just a little bit higher, looking into those swirls of blue and green and gold, leaning into him, resisting the powerful urge to reach up and brush that stubborn sweaty lock of hair back from his forehead. She breathed in the heady scent of his sweat that was nothing but pure masculinity, feeling her heart slam into her ribs. "Mmm. I never thought watching a guy work out would be so hot. Did you know that I would sit there at my desk watching you at the board, watching your muscles move under the long-sleeved shirts you would wear, wondering just what you looked like without it. And then when you would roll your sleeves up and lose that damn tie you always wore, unbuttoning your shirt and showing just enough skin to drive me crazy-- I would steal glances at you hoping no one would see me, and then later... when I finally got..."

"Madison," Jacob warned, drawing out each syllable of her name, his gaze quickly shifting from her to the next karate class that was underway on the mats on the other side of the building, focusing on the instructors that still were paying no attention to them. He looked down at her, into those eyes that were focused on him, at her fingers that were twisting into the loose material of his T-shirt, feeling her other hand as it found its way under his shirt, her palm caressing his sweaty abs, her nails raking over the ridge of muscles that were more pronounced from his exertion on the bag.

Any other time and he would grab those hands and push her back against something solid and kiss her so hard she'd be digging those nails into his skin and gasping for breath as his own hand found its way between her legs. But they were in a public place owned by her family and as much as he wanted to, he wouldn't. He sucked in his stomach and quickly took a step back from her before her hand wandered too far, before his cock got the message that it was show time. "Need I remind you where we are and what we are here for," he said, his tone a little harsh like it always was when he was scolding her.

"I know. But you started it this time with that whole 'we're usually doing that naked' bit," she whispered as she took a step closer to him and he took another one back, keeping somewhat of a safe distance between them. She knew what her touch did to him and that was why he was trying to stay away from her, but did he know just what the thought of him did to her? Her heart was pounding in her chest and it wasn't a result of working out on the heavy bag, it was from watching him work out, knowing how those muscles felt under her hands when he was giving himself to her, and as much as she wanted him right now, they were her for her class. But a little teasing couldn't hurt, especially when she knew what she got in return.

She smiled, curling her fingers into his shirt again, raising herself up onto the balls of her feet and pressing her lips to his jaw, whispering, "and with as much as I want to see you naked, or at least without a shirt, you'd be distracting me, and I'd lose my concentration and lose a fight." She pressed a kiss to his stubbled jaw, feeling his muscles flex under his shirt from his sudden intake of breath as she slid her hand down his torso. She stepped around him, walking away from him to grab the punching mitts that were sitting on a shelf along the back wall of work out area, smiling to herself when she heard his long, heavy exhale, her teasing getting the best of him. "And you don't want to see me lose a fight."

Jacob let out the breath that he didn't know he had been holding as she stepped away from him. He knew he should put a stop to her teasing, but he didn't, much like he never did when she was still his student, wondering just how far she was going to take it inside the dojo. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, watching her over his shoulder as she walked away from him, his eyes taking in every inch of her body like they always did, a little sad that she wasn't showing more skin, but then if she was, he'd be the one losing concentration. Just knowing that he drove her crazy with every little thing he subconsciously did all those weeks when he was still her teacher made his heart beat just a little bit harder in his chest, much like it always did every time she showed more skin than she was supposed to, and then her words bringing up vivid images of those two days the played over and over in his head, those very thoughts that made him take out his own frustration on a heavy bag or his feet take a pounding on the asphalt... He swore under his breath.

He walked back over to the bench, tugging off his padded gloves as he went, tossing them into his bag and taking another drink from his water bottle before setting it down on the bench, reaching up with the back of his hand to wipe a trickle of sweat off his brow. He turned around, watching her as she walked back across the mat to him, holding a pair of punching mitts in her hand, the thoughts of her naked under him quickly taking a backseat. He never wanted her to lose a fight and knowing her as well as he did, he knew that coming in second place wasn't a defeat for her, it was a push for her to work even harder, to become even better, to never give up. Which explained a lot with her being the one to pursue him after so many denials, not that he didn't do a little of his own coaxing and never regretting a single second. He took one of the heavily padded mitts from her and pulled it on, securing it in place with the Velcro strap, slipping his fingers into the other one as she held it, securing it in place for him. "What do you have to master to get you next ranking?" he asked, watching as she made sure that both of the pads were tight enough so they wouldn't come loose during their sparring.

Madison looked up at him, slowly smiling, as she secured the straps on the back of his wrists. Even if she did have any interest in another man, either one from her karate class or not, they definitely wouldn't be here with her like he was right now, and she felt her heart beat just a little bit faster because of him. He had insisted that she get her grades back up and now he was helping her get her next rank, supporting her through everything, and she knew that once she was in college, he was still going to be there with her, helping her, encouraging her, making sure she didn't fail. She knew she would never find another man quite like him and because of that and everything else, she was falling even deeper in love with him. "I have to work on my techniques, improve on them, not only with my hands and feet, but with weapons, too. Since you're training isn't much different than mine, you know what to expect and I rather be doing this with you than anyone else, but I'm still going to have to go before some of the masters to get my Dan and my dad can't be one of them. Ready?"

Jacob slowly smiled that cocky smile, walking with her to the area of the mats that was more open to give her free range of motion in all of her kick and punches. He listened to her as she told him what moves she was going to come at him with so he would be prepared for her to strike the pads, nodding in agreement and telling her to not hold back, wondering if saying that was a mistake on his part. But it wasn't. He concentrated on her moves as much as she did, raising and lowering his hands, bracing himself and clenching his muscles to take the force of her punches and kicks, the energy behind everyone radiating up his arms, the sound of her hands and feet connecting with the pads growing louder and louder as she strived harder, as she put everything from her petite body into every strike. She was starting to work up another sweat and her skin was glistening, beads of perspiration forming on her forehead and chest, and he could feel another slow trickle of sweat roll down his forehead as he concentrated on her, on her movements, absorbing the force behind each blow with his padded hands.

It only took a split second for him to lose his concentration and learn a valuable lesson. A heavy clang came from the other side of the building, diverting his focus and making him take a step forward, just as her heel grazed over his chin in a spinning back kick, not enough force in the contact to knock him backwards, but just enough to hurt, to lurch his head to the side, to make him suddenly realize that she wasn't one to mess with. "Son of a bi--" he swore, cutting off his own words as he used his teeth to rip the Velcro loose on the pad, snapping his right arm hard to fling the pad off his hand, gingering touching his chin, feeling to see how much damage her kick had done before ripping off the other pad and flinging it to the floor. She hadn't broken anything but man, oh man, the stinging pain that was radiating through his jaw.

Madison heard his sudden outburst just as she straightened from her kick and she looked up at him, focusing, seeing the pained expression on his face and the way that he was carefully touching his chin, wincing from the slight pressure. She had heard the clang that came from the buildings air condition system when it kicked on, so accustomed to hearing the noise that it never broke her concentration, but it had broken his and he had moved into her zone causing her to kick him instead of the pad, and she was suddenly overcome with panic as all the color drained from her face, more so that his fight instinct would kick in, not that he would ever hurt her.

"Jacob. Oh, God, Jacob, I'm so sorry," she sobbed, stepping closer to him and reaching up to cup his stubbled jaw in her hands, closely inspecting his chin. His neatly trimmed stubble hid any redness, and she brushed her thumbs over his chin, hearing his sharp intake of breath, watching as his hazel eyes grew dark, not knowing how hard she had kicked him but knowing she had made contact. And that was the last thing she ever wanted to do, hurt him. She raised herself up on the balls of her feet, gingerly kissing his chin, trying to make the pain go away as her heart sunk deeper into her chest. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to kick you."

Jacob wrapped his arm around her back, pulling her up tight against his body and tucking her sweaty forehead into his neck, feeling just how tense she was from the whole faux pas that was entirely his fault. He was still on his feet, and he had a feeling that if she had made direct contact with his chin, hitting him with the full force behind her spin, he would be unconscious on the floor. He wasn't mad at her, in fact, he was proud of her, and if she had knocked him out cold, he would've been more impressed. "Nice kick, babydoll," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He pulled back from her just enough to gaze down into her baby blues that were filled with panic and remorse. He reached up and pulled a sweaty tendril of hair back from her face, smoothing it back to join the rest of her hair, drawing the back of his crooked finger across her sweaty forehead, watching as the panic slowly left her face, only to be replace with what could only be describe as pride, happy that he was still standing but also happy that her kick could reach that height. "It wasn't your fault; I lost my concentration. And you were supposed to kick my ass, not my face."

Madison started to laugh, looking up at him as she cupped his stubbled jaw in her hands again, raising herself up on the balls of her feet to press a kiss to his lips, not really caring if anyone saw them. She promised to kick his ass only her aim had been a little bit higher, thankful that she hadn't left a visible mark on that handsome face of his, even more thankful that he wasn't mad at her and could see the humor in the situation. She drew the pad of her thumb over the fullness of his bottom lip, gazing up into those eyes of his, as he tried to hide his smile. She knew he was proud of her, even if he didn't want to admit it. "Next time I won't aim as high," she whispered with a cheeky smile. "And I will kick your ass, your kidney, your--"

She shrieked when he grabbed her arm, quickly spinning her around and locking his arm across her torso, holding her tight to his strong body as he started to take her down to the mat. She struggled to get away from him, twisting, reaching up to grab hold of him only to be lifted off her feet as he fell backwards onto the padded floor, the sound of his back hitting the mat coinciding with the students on the other side of the building working on their throws. She tried to shift her weight, to move off of him but he quickly locked his legs around hers, cupping the back of her head in his hand, completely immobilizing her on top of him. She said she wanted to work on her holds, but damn, he was fast, and as she struggled a bit on top of him, good, too.

When his back hit the mat, he went into combat mode, and he caught her legs mid fall with his, locking his legs around hers as his bare feet put just enough pressure on her ankles, his other arm crossed over her neck as his hand cupped the back of her head, and he tightened his grip on her arm, not enough to hurt her but enough to keep her still, enough to keep her right where she needed to be, unable to move, unable to fight him, putting her in a submission hold, that if her training was as good as his, she could easily get out of it. Any other person, and he would be gritting his teeth, tightening his grip across their neck until they lost consciousness, but not with her, he just kept her in that position, not hurting her in any way possible, waiting to see if she was going to tell him to loosen his hold.

His breathing was labored, and his breath was hot against her ear as he pressed his lips to the side of her head, a slow, cocky smile coming to his mouth when she stopped struggling. She was either thinking or just giving up entirely, too afraid to admit that she had been overpowered by him. But she was a fighter, and he knew she would never admit defeat to him, she would fight him to the very end, even if that fight was just more training to make her even better, even stronger. "You're going to kick my what, babydoll? Seems I have you in a position to do absolutely nothing at the moment. I'm bigger and stronger than you and so would an attacker if they ever got you in this position. You have one arm free, now concentrate, you can get out of it."

Madison gasped for breath, staring first up at the high ceiling and then turning her gaze to him, seeing one hazel eye watching her. He had taken her by surprise, much like an opponent would do, only he wasn't holding her as tight as someone trying to assault her would be doing, giving her time to get out of it, even if it was only a few seconds, the few seconds she would need to save her own life. He had both of their knees up, his legs locked around hers, her dominate arm crossed over her chest, his own arms locked over hers, his fingers wrapped tight around her forearm and the back of her head, holding her still. She couldn't move. She could only breath and think.

She tried to wriggle just a little bit, but he was holding her tight. And she didn't want to get free, but she knew she had to. Her left hand was the only thing she had to work with, had to overpower him with and he was stronger than her. When he told her to concentrate again, she closed her eyes, thinking, remembering everything she had been taught... "Mmm, didn't you have me in this position this morning?" She heard his chuckle turn to a low warning growl, his words in her ear as he repeated what he had said. Well, she couldn't get out of it by bringing up images of them rolling around on his bed, so she had no other choice but to...

She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes, reaching up and fisting her fingers into his hair, shifting her weight only to have him shift his, rolling them over so he was on top of her, the bulk of his body pinning her down to the mat, immobilizing her yet again. Oh, he was good, and with his help she was going to get that next ranking. She could feel every bit of his weight pinning her down, keeping her in a submission hold but never hurting her, giving her just a little bit of room to maneuver but not enough to completely overtake him just yet. "I think you had me in this--"

She heard the audible sound of a throat being cleared and she opened her eyes, looking at a pair of bare feet and the bottoms of black pant legs inches from her head and she tipped her head back the best she could, her chin dragging just slightly along the mat, her cheek rubbing along Jacob's arm, to look up at the bulk of the person that was squatted down next to them, his gaze not too welcoming. She slowly smiled, knowing she was going to get out of the hold Jacob had her in sooner than he wanted her to. "Hi, Dad."

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Robert Ledbetter looked down at the face of his daughter that was sandwiched between the floor of his dojo and the shoulder of a man that he didn't know, and he knew everyone that walked through his building, whether for training or was the parent of one of his students. He had gotten to the dojo a half-hour before the blackbelt class was scheduled, giving him time to go over his roster and watch the other instructor leading the middle belt class that was still underway on the mats in the front of the building. He never saw his daughter's car in the parking lot but he had seen her across the building from his office as she worked on her kicks and punches with a man that was twice her size, and knowing that his daughter never worked out with someone of the opposite sex unless it was him or Dylan--and Dylan couldn't take a punch--he knew it had to be who his wife warned him about.

Robert dropped everything that he was doing and marched across the mats as quickly as possible, but not fast enough, witnessing the man take his daughter down to the mat in a submission hold that wasn't taught within his four walls, first laying on his back and then flipping her over onto her stomach and pinning her down all after her foot had made contact with the man's chin. He never heard her holler for help from across the room, even though she could take down just about anyone with a kick to head, and his concern wasn't for her, his focus was on the man that was manhandling and overpowering his daughter.

He stopped right next to them, his bare feet inches from his daughter's head and the man's shoulder, squatting down onto his haunches as he looked down at them, scrutinizing the hold that the man had yet to release Madison from. There was no fear in her eyes and she wasn't struggling, wasn't trying to get free so he had to be the guy that just happened to be involved with his little girl or the man wouldn't be holding her like that. "Once you get out of that hold, get your ass in my office. Both of you," he grated out through gritted teeth before straightening and walking back across the dojo to his office, the slamming of the door echoing through the building.

Jacob felt the vibration of the other man's heavy footsteps across the floor as he got closer to them, but he never released his hold on her, keeping her under him, shielding her, protecting her. And then he heard the voice that could only belong to her father, his tone insinuating that he wasn't too happy with his presence or his position. "Fuck," Jacob swore as he loosened his hold on Madison after the other man walked away, disentangling their legs and letting go of her arms before he rolled off of her. He sat up on the mat and vigorously rubbed his hands over his face before shoving his fingers through his sweaty hair, dropping his forearms on his drawn-up knees, letting out a quick, hard breath that shook his torso.

Not exactly the position he wanted to be caught in by her father, thankful that they were in the dojo... fully clothed... even though he knew it was going to happen some time today before her class. He didn't seem too upset, but then he hadn't been in a position to see the look on his face either, but it wasn't his words that were calmly spoken that were getting to him, it was the man's tone that was enough to evoke fear in anybody that was brave enough to get close to his daughter. He looked over at Madison, watching as she sat up herself, her gaze shifting from her father walking across the building to him, her face going completely ashen as she ran her hand over her hair, smoothing back the sweaty tendrils that clung to her face, resting her elbows on her drawn-up knees, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

Madison sat up, pushing the sweaty locks of hair back from her face as she squeezed her temples between her palms, resting her elbows on her knees, letting out a shaky breath. Her gaze slowly shifted from her father as he disappeared into his office, to her wrapped feet and aqua toenails, to Jacob sitting next to her, his own pained expression covering his face as he sat there with his head tipped back and his eyes closed. If anything, she would have thought that her father would have interrupted them mid-sparring, not when he had her on the mat in a compromising position that could easily be mistaken for something other than subduing holds if they weren't inside the dojo.

She knew her mother had told him about Jacob, knew her father was going to be here for her class, but now she was wishing that they should have met him over dinner when he would have been impeccably dressed like he always was and could make that good first impression and not leaving the lasting imprint of having her pinned underneath him, both of them sweating, after a bout of working out together. She heard Jacob's palms hit the mat and she looked over at him as he pushed himself up into a standing position. "Jacob..."

Jacob got to his feet, looking first across the room at her father inside the windowed office and then down at her, her eyes filled with a tinge of uneasiness. This was bound to happen sooner or later, and they might as well get it over with. "You heard your father. Both of our asses in his office," he said, holding his hand down to her. When she reached up and clasped his hand, he curled his fingers around hers, pulling her to her feet as she kept her gaze focused on him. They both may be facing her father, but this was more about him then it was about her. He was the one that was coming in and stealing her away from her father, he was the one taking over as protector, the one keeping her safe and secure now, the next and last one to love her.

He reached up with his other hand and brushed a sweaty tendril of hair away from her forehead and replaced it with a soft kiss. He tipped her head back with his crooked finger under her chin, looking down into her eyes, swearing to her, "If your dad hates me then so be it and if we have to put everything on hold until you graduate college then I'll wait for you. But understand one thing, you've been mine since that first kiss and I'm not going to lose you."

Madison looked up at him, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling, laughing, at his nervousness that he was trying to hide the best he could. The tough ex-Marine she had just watch beat the stuffing out of a heavy bag, the man that wasn't afraid to accidently take a kick to the chin to help her train or take her down to the mat knowing she could come after him with everything that she had but wouldn't. The teacher that reminded her that failure was not an option was now questioning his own ability to win over her father's approval.

She could feel the clamminess of his hand and it wasn't from sweat, could hear the slight catch in his voice as he spoke and she had a feeling that the other fathers that he had faced in the past were not as intimidating as hers, couldn't do as much physical damage as hers, but he was the father of the youngest woman he chose to be with and the last one he was ever going to face. And whether or not her father approved of him, she wasn't going to leave him, she was his even if their first kiss was never supposed to happen. "He's not going to hate you, he's probably not too happy with you at the moment, but he'll warm up to you once he realizes how much I love you. But then, you are the first--"

"I'm the only," Jacob corrected, interrupting her. He smoothed a sweaty strand of hair back from her face, his gaze dropping to her chest, making sure that her snug-fitting sports bra was still doing its job before he tightened his grip on her hand and started walking across the dojo, keeping her beside him the entire way. None of the parents seated along the edge of the mat paid any attention to them, they were too focused on their children working on their karate kicks, but it was the instructor that looked at them, or rather at Madison as they walked by, and he didn't miss the man mouth 'sorry' to her, and he looked down at her out of the corner of his eye as she kept up with his strides, wrapping her fingers tighter around his hand. As he got closer to the office, he could see her father sitting behind his desk, the bulk of his body taking up the entire chair, frustration wrinkling his brow, and he instinctively let go of Madison's hand and maneuvered her behind him, shielding her from her own father as he stepped over the threshold of the open door.

Madison could see her father sitting behind his desk as they walked across the dojo, anger clearly etched across his face from having to find out from his wife rather than from her that his own daughter now had a boyfriend. And she could only imagine how angry he was going to be when he finally came face to face with Jacob, seeing the substantial age difference for himself. She felt Jacob let go of her hand, felt him go into protective mode when he unconsciously moved her behind him as he got closer to the door. She knew what he was doing, protecting her from her own father and, even though she greatly appreciated it and loved him for it, she didn't need that from him and she moved back around him, ducking under his arm and stepping into her father's office in front of him, hearing his sharp intake of breath.

She looked over her shoulder at Jacob and then at her father as his head snapped up at the sound of her voice as she walked right up to his desk. "Before you freak out, Dad, Jacob is a good guy and he would never, ever hurt me," she said, tipping her head back as her father got to his feet, maintaining eye contact with him as he straightened the bulk of his body to his full height, dwarfing her and coming eye to forehead with Jacob. "Dad?" she questioned, looking up at him as he calmly walked around his desk, taking a step back from him, bumping back into the solid wall of Jacob's chest. Her dad was quiet, which was scaring her and she swallowed, hard, looking up at him. She feared that he was going to lay Jacob out with one well-executed kick to the side of his head. "Dad?"

Robert struggled to maintain his composure as his breathing grew even deeper, his nostrils flaring with every breath as he looked from the face of the man that was standing behind his daughter, a man that was clearly ten to twelve years older than her, had no business being with his daughter even though she was old enough to make her own decisions. He slowly brought his gaze down to Madison, his little girl that was no longer so little but was capable of taking care of herself, was capable of defending herself against anything that anyone came at her with, was staring up at him with a mixture of fear and nervousness as she stood her ground between him and the man that she was--

Robert didn't want to even think about what she was doing with the other man. "Munchkin," he said, reaching down and gripping his daughter's waist in his hands, effortlessly lifting her straight up until she was eye level with him, watching as her eyes widened and she started to panic, gripping his wrist hard with her hands, "this is between me and junior." He stepped forward as the other man stepped to the side, carrying her towards the door and setting her down on her feet outside his office, staring down at her as he wrapped his hand around the doorknob. "Class starts in ten minutes, get in your gi," he said, right before he closed the door in her face.

Madison looked first over her father's shoulder at Jacob who was standing in the middle of the office keeping a close eye on her but making no move to rescue her as they were quickly parted as her father carried her nonchalantly to the door, and then around his side as he sat her down on the floor on the other side of the door. She tried to slide past her father to get back into the room, but the bulk of his body took up a majority of the doorway and she looked at Jacob instead, clearly seeing the tinge of fear that was in his eyes as he stood unwavering in the room, the overhead florescent light shining on the beads of sweat that were starting to form on his forehead. She didn't want to leave him alone, but she had no choice, her dad wasn't in the reasoning mood.

She swallowed, her voice shaking as she spoke to Jacob, her gaze never leaving him as she gave him sound advice. "Be strong. His weak spot is his left knee. I love you." The last words were cut off as the door was shut in her face and she looked through the wired glass as Jacob was left alone in the lion's den. She closed her eyes, hoping for the best possible outcome, praying that it didn't come down to a fight because she didn't want to lose either of the men that she needed in her life. She opened her eyes, looking in at Jacob as her father started to close the distance between them, and getting a look that said everything was going to be okay from the man that she loved, she hurried off to the workout area to get her gym bag to change for class.

Jacob had no choice but to just stand there, his gaze focused on the other man in the room despite Madison standing in front of him. Robert was a big man as he was soon finding out as he got to his feet and walked around his desk. He was only two inches taller than him, and as intimidating as six-feet-four-inches was to the average person, it wasn't his height that was the problem, it was the sheer size of him, he wasn't overweight, just thick and he had the strength and ability to do some damage to anyone that crossed his path. And the black gi that he was wearing held closed with a black belt, four stripes at one end, knotted at his waist and a line championship patches on his sleeves sealed the deal.

Even though it had been over a decade, his military training helped him remain calm despite the fact that beads of sweat were starting to break out on his forehead, and he didn't dare make a move or say anything as the other man lifted Madison straight up, carrying her out of the office, leaving him, alone, with the man that should have heard from his daughter about him and not his wife, making the situation that much worse. He tried not to smile at Madison's words as she was forced to part ways with him, leaving him with reassurance, swallowing hard as the door clicked shut.

"You must be Jacob," Robert said, slowly saying each word, emphasizing the other man's name and letting it roll off his tongue like it was poison. He circled him like a wolf circles its prey, his gaze taking in his ramrod stature, the sweaty hair from working out earlier, the beads of fear popping out on his forehead, the defined muscles in his legs and arms, his hazel eyes that were focused on one spot on the wall, the neatly trimmed stubble that covered his strong jawline. He was a man that worked out, took pride in his appearance, his physique, and he had to remind himself that this pretty-boy was wooing his daughter, possibly for all the wrong reasons.

Robert eyed the visible inch of the tattoo just above the other man's elbow, and he reached over and yanked the sleeve of his T-shirt up higher over his defined bicep, taking in the entirety of his military ink that branded him as a good guy but still one to watch out for. He was clearly a man that could handle himself in a fight, could handle his daughter. And with that tattoo, he just gained a lot more respect from him, except he was way too old for his daughter, way too experienced in life to even have anything in common with a teenager. And that was probably why Madison feared bringing him by the house for dinner and introducing him to him and her mother. It wasn't that he was a Marine, his age was clearly an obstacle that all of them were going to have to get over.

He stepped in front of Jacob, crossing his arms over his solid chest, looking him straight in the eyes, letting him sweat for a few more minutes before he finally spoke. "We're going to get a few things straight. That is my little girl out there, she will always be my little girl and I didn't raise her to be weak. She is not your conquest; she is a young lady and I expect her to be treated as such. She's going to love whomever she wants to, and I can't stop her but I can put the fear of me and God into you. Now, she obviously has feelings for you, or you wouldn't be in my dojo and she sure as hell wouldn't be letting you put her in submission holds like that. I don't care if you were a Marine, if you ever break her heart, I will kick what is left of your ass after she gets through with you, and I'm not afraid to go back to jail."

Robert watched as the other man swallowed hard, still not saying a word in his own defense, a trickle of sweat running down the side of his face. He dropped his hands to his hips, continuing, "she's eighteen and still has nursing school ahead of her and I'm not going to stand idly by while a thirty-something man--" He let out a long breath, his tone changing along with his stance, relaxing. He ran his open palms over his face and his bald head, dropping his hands onto his hips, looking straight into the face of the man who should be his sworn enemy but was rather his new best buddy. "Shit. My own father-in-law tried to scare the shit out of me when I was twenty-nine and dating his nineteen-year-old daughter. Just don't hurt her."

Jacob let out the breath he didn't know he had been holding and calmly reached up and smoothed the sleeve of his T-shirt back down over his arm. He had come face to face with a few overly protective fathers throughout the years, but this was the first time there had been a significant age-gap between him and the girl he chose to date, the first time that he had gotten approval without saying a single word. He looked up at Robert, his own respect for the man running just a little deeper, seeing just where Madison got her head-strong attitude from. "Sir, the last thing I would ever do, is hurt Maddie. I treat her with nothing but love and respect and I care very deeply for her and I will never come between her and her education or her training. I'm the one that encouraged her to go to Portland, and I will support her through those three years and make sure she doesn't get behind. And if you ever do get the feeling that you need to kick what is left of my ass, just know that my brother won't be able to get you out of prison a second time."

Robert blinked, taking a second look at the younger man standing in front of him. He heard every truthful word that he said, but the last ones had taken him completely by surprise. His daughter's boyfriend, this man's brother, had been the one to reopen his case and get him out of prison? Just who was this guy? He sank back against his desk, resting his hips on the metal and curling his fingers around the edge, looking at him, his attitude, his demeanor towards the younger man quickly doing a one-eighty. "Your brother works for the state's Attorney General? I can never thank him enough for all that he did to get my conviction overturned. I never would have seen Madison graduate high school or college. Or be there when she got her first Dan. Her and her mom are the most important people in my life and I don't know how I would have handled seeing them in a visitor's room for ten years, not been able to touch them for just as long. So, thank you."

Jacob slowly smiled, finally letting himself relax around the man that was not so intimidating after all, that had no reason to hate him. "He's actually my half-brother and you're welcome. If Maddie hadn't of said anything to me about you being in prison, I wouldn't have known. She was mad at me at first when she found out about my brother's hand in the situation, but I never betrayed her trust, you just got a corrupt judge and was wrongfully convicted. It was self-defense and everyone knew it. You're a good man and you raised a daughter you can be proud of, even if she brought me here with the pretenses of trying to kick my ass." He smiled as the other man whole-heartedly laughed at his last statement.

They talked for a little bit longer, and he answered the myriad of questions that the other man had. Did he have a job? Yes. Was he financially stable to take care of his daughter? He smirked at that one, but still a yes. Were his intentions with her going to be honorable? Yes. Was he keeping his daughter safe at all times? He wasn't sure just what he was hinting at, but yes he was keeping her safe from whatever could hurt her. He shook the other man's hand in understanding and couldn't help but smile when he was yanked forward into a one-armed hug. And his last question or rather statement in his ear, took him by surprise. She didn't let anyone call her Maddie, except for him, so she really must love him. He only nodded his head, still unable to voice those words himself.

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Madison was standing in the middle of the mat in the front section of the dojo talking and laughing with the two other girls that had been in the class with her from the time they were white belts, when she saw her dad and Jacob walk out of the office together, going different directions. Her dad came to the front of the mat to get the class started and Jacob walked over to the workout area to get his bag. She started to fear the worse, that he was leaving her here alone, but when he started walking across the dojo towards her, his gaze intently focused on only her, carrying his bag in one hand and a folding chair in the other he had grabbed along the way, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She watched as he unfolded the chair and sat it down along the edge of the mat away from the few other people that were there to watch the class train, taking a seat and setting his bag on the floor, taking his glasses out of the pocket and slipping them on. She excused herself away from the other girls and walked over to where he was sitting, feeling the eyes of her father and the two other girls on her the entire way. She stopped in front of Jacob, her bare feet on the mat in between his, looking down at him as he slowly tipped his head up, watching as that cocky smile slowly came to his face. "Well?"

"I'm not going anywhere, babydoll," Jacob said, reassuring her as he looked at her from head to toe dressed in her white gi, her championship patch sewn on her left sleeve at her shoulder. Her black belt was knotted around her small waist, gold Japanese characters embordered down the length of one end of her belt, the dojo's logo on the very end, the other end bare and awaiting her Dans, her gi crossed over her chest with just a hint of her sports bra showing. She couldn't look more beautiful and fearful at the same time and knowing that her father was still watching him, he reached up and curled his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her head down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Go out there and kick some ass," he whispered against her soft skin. He smiled when she pulled away from him, smiling down at him, and he watched as she hurried across the mat to join the rest of her class that was kneeling on the mat, waiting for the class to begin.

He sat there watching her the entire length of the two hour class, as the group in a whole worked on their kicks and punches, as she took turns going against first one girl and then the other, then both at the same time, taking them down to the mat with a practice kick that never quite made contact, throws that did, quickly getting out of the ones that she was put in by the other girls, making him smile and wonder if the ones that he put her in she never wanted to get out of. He shifted in his chair, bracing his elbows on his knees, lacing his fingers together and biting down on his thumbs, watching her closely as her training got a little more intense when the staffs came out, the clacking of the six-foot long staffs echoing through the building, nervously biting the side of his thumb a little harder when she went against one of the young men in the class with her staff, both of them moving back and forth, fighting and blocking the other.

He silently cheered her on as, even with her short stature, she was quick to block every swing that came her way. He couldn't hear anything over the noise in the building but he saw the look on her face, his own blood running cold and his heart slamming in his chest, when her opponent said something to her and she swung her staff hard and fast, sweeping both of his feet out from under him and knocking him onto the floor, sticking the end of her staff against his chest right where his heart was, defeating him and proving that she wasn't one to mess with. He smirked when the young man had no choice but to get to his feet and bow to her as he graciously admitted defeat, walking away from her to spar with someone closer to his own size and the same gender. And that was what he loved about her. She was strong-willed and could take care of herself, didn't go down without a fight even if her opponent was bigger than her. But was totally submissive to him in the bedroom.

He waited patiently as the class wrapped up for the evening, as she said her goodbyes to the other girls in her class and talked to her father for a few minutes, probably letting him know that they were going to dinner. He got to his feet when she started walking towards him and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her up against the length of his body in a side hug, feeling her fingers curl into the front of his shirt as she hugged him back, and he bent his head to kiss the top of her sweaty hair before she took a step away from him but still staying close.

He watched over the top of her head as the young man that she defeated with the staff, briefly looked their direction as he gathered up his belongings and headed for the door, his tail tucked between his legs. He looked down at her, reaching up and wiping the trickle of sweat off her forehead with the pad of his thumb, a forced smile slowing coming to his face when she turned her gaze up to him, seeing the look in her eyes that only meant one thing. She was only his and she would never cheat on him. He bent down and picked up his water bottle from where he had set it next to the chair leg, uncapping it and handing it to her. "Let me guess, he made a pass at you, and you put him in his place."

Madison took the bottle from him, her fingers brushing over the back of his, looking up at him as she raised the mouth of the container to her lips, taking a long, refreshing drink. She had seen him watching her the entire length of her class, not once did his gaze move elsewhere, focusing on her every move, taking them all in so he could help her train even harder. "Is it that obvious? He figured now that I was out of high-school, he could finally start putting the moves on me. I told him that the sensei didn't put up with that type of behavior inside the dojo and he would be reprimanded only once before he was told to leave and since this is my family's dojo, I gave him his only warning. That, and the man sitting in the chair beside the mat would break his neck if he so much as touched a hair on my head."

The smile on her face faded when she saw the look of over-protective possessiveness on his face, one of the reasons why she didn't want to bring him along but took the chance anyway, there were too many guys close to her own age in her class, but none that he couldn't hold his own against in a fight, not that she was looking for him to get into one to prove that she belonged with him. She just wanted to share this part of her life with him. She took another drink of his water before recapping the bottle and handing it back to him, watching as the expression on his face slowly changed for the better. "I'm starving. Can we go to dinner now?"

Jacob smiled and bent down, grabbing the handles on his gym bag and walking with her across the dojo to the bathrooms, feeling the brush of her hand against his before she laced their fingers together, holding his hand tight. He slowly drew the side of his thumb back and forth across the back of her hand, briefly gazing across the building to see her father watching them after he said goodbye to everyone personally as they left the building before turning his attention back to her. After working out with her and watching her tonight, his curiosity got the best of him and he had to know why she didn't use her training against him when she had so many chances.

He reached for the knob on the women's restroom, holding the door closed so she couldn't duck away from him, not that he didn't have a problem with following her into the ladies room and helping her with her shower but they would never make it to dinner. He leaned his shoulder against the door frame, his arm across the door, blocking her, giving her no choice but to look up at him. "So, why didn't you ever try to defend yourself against me?" he asked, his voice low so it wouldn't carry across the building, looking down at her as she stepped even closer to him, watching as she curled her fingers into the loose drape of his T-shirt. He felt his heart beat just a little bit harder in his chest.

Madison looked first at his arm blocking the entrance to the bathroom and them up at him as he casually leaned against the doorframe like he always did, only this time he wasn't the teacher. She stepped closer to him, curling her fingers into the soft material of his T-shirt, her other hand once again finding its way under the hem, caressing his chiseled abs like she wanted to all those mornings before class, smiling now that she had the freedom to do that very thing any time she wanted. She raked her nails across his stomach, feeling his muscles clench, feeling his breathing grow even more ragged as every exhale fanned the top of her head. She raised herself up onto the balls of her feet, brushing her lips along his neatly trimmed stubble, looking into his hazel eyes and watching as they grew much, much darker from her touch, from the closeness of her body. "Because I wanted your hands on me. I wanted you to touch me. I wanted--" she softly whispered.

She leaned even closer to him, her hips perfectly aligned with his, feeling the start of what his loose gym shorts couldn't hide. "I wanted the roughness of that kiss. And if I would have fought you off, I would have been expelled, you would have lost your job, and you never would have fucked me." She removed his hand from the knob, turning it and pushing the metal door open. She slowly let her gaze trail down his torso to briefly rest on the front of his shorts before sliding back up to gaze into his eyes that were more black than hazel. She backed into the bathroom, her eyes locking with his as he took a step closer. "And I knew how bad you wanted to fuck me, even if your conscience told you that it was wrong. You better make your shower a cold one," she said, shutting the door in his face and quickly turning the lock.

Jacob chuckled, a cocky grin coming to his face, as he rested his hand on the metal door frame, hearing the lock click on the door, barricading herself inside the bathroom. She was right. About everything. She never had to walk back into his classroom, could have taken the failing grade but instead they broke the rules, didn't listen to their better judgement and now here they were, in a relationship that shouldn't be possible but was, and had him loving her more every minute of every day. He rapped the knuckle of his crooked index finger against the metal door and knowing that she was still standing right on the other side of the door, he spoke, "Reservations are at eight-thirty and you know how I hate tardiness. You've got an hour­ before I--" He heard the lock click and the door opened just far enough for her to slip her arm through, slowly extending it out, the strap of her sports bra dangling from the tip of one finger. "Fuck," he swore as he snatched the sweaty garment from her hand, flattening his other one to the metal door, pushing it open.

But she was quick to close it, the clicking of the latch drowned out by the blood roaring in his ears.

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Jacob pulled out the chair at the small table for two by the window that he had reserved in the downtown bistro, his hand sliding across Madison's bare back as she sat down, smoothing out her skirt around her thighs, before taking his own seat across from her, his back to the wall, both of them taking their menus from the hostess before she left. The drive to the restaurant had been a short but very tense one, and not because he had his hand on her thigh the entire way feeling her skin under the thin layer of material but because he didn't dare slid her skirt out of the way to feel the softness of her bare skin, he didn't dare kiss her like he wanted to the second he saw her walking towards him in the dojo, almost dropping his phone from the mere sight of her after she pushed the amount of time he had given her to get ready.

And knowing that her father was watching him, he did the only thing he dared to do, but loved doing just the same, he simply tipped her face up with a crooked finger under her chin and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead, taking hold of her hand and walking outside. And now that she was sitting across from him, dressed in a high-waisted, bright red, ankle-length A-line skirt that was tied with a bow at her waist and a black deep V-neck halter top, the half-inch-wide straps tied at the back of her neck and around her lower back, revealing a little more than just the inside curves of her full, firm breasts to his greedy gaze, dinner was going to be even more tense.

He reached across the span of the small table, resting his arm on the top of the linen covered surface, to clasp her hand in his, softly caressing the top of her wrist with the side of his thumb, his gaze moving from the curves of her breasts to her eyes when she raised her head to look at him, slowly smiling as she squeezed his fingers and leaned into the table, the slight arch of her back pushing her chest forward, giving him a much more enticing view of her breasts in the flickering candlelight of the dimly lit restaurant. The corner table was away from everyone else, giving them a little bit more privacy, not that any of that mattered, she only had her eyes on him, and he couldn't take his off of her.

The dim lighting also made her look a little older than she was, which he could care less about, the place was just a favorite of his and he wanted to share it with her, especially on the weekend when the atmosphere was a little cozier and more romantic. She had styled her hair in a loose side braid and the thick plait was draped over her bare shoulder, the end of the braid brushed against the curve of her breast, shorter strands framing the other side of her face and he wanted to reach over and tug more of those blonde locks loose, have her hair all wild from his fingers, but he didn't, he just held her hand. "You look absolutely beautiful tonight," he whispered, "even while you were kicking ass out there."

Madison slowly smiled, gazing into his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, the dim lights and flickering candles accentuating his facial features, making him even more handsome if that was even possible. When she had seen him earlier, casually leaning against the wall as he scrolled through his phone waiting for her, dressed from head to toe in black with his tie loosely knotted at the base of his neck, she almost lost her grip on her gym bag. Granted, she had seen him countless of times impeccably groomed with nothing out of place except for that stubborn lock of hair but knowing that he was dressed that way just for her made her heart pick up a faster beat and butterflies flutter in her stomach.

And when he had taken her bag from her and softly kissed her on her forehead, those feelings grew even stronger, made her knees just a little bit weaker. "Thank you. You look pretty hot yourself," she whispered, turning her hand under his and lacing their fingers together, reaching over with her other hand and softly caressing the protruding veins on the back of his hand with the tip of her finger as she slipped her bare feet out of her strappy sandals under the cover of the linen draped table. She started to lean further across the table to kiss him, but she didn't, the approaching sound of footsteps stopped any further displays of affection.

When the waitress came by to greet them and take their drink order, he let go of her hand and requested iced teas for the both of them, briefly returning his gaze to Madison before he opened his menu to browse the selections even though he ordered the same thing every time. He gave her time to look over the menu, setting his own on the edge of the table, his gaze slowly wandering over her face, his eyes locking with hers over to top of the menu she was holding in her hands when he felt the slight brush of her big toe over the top of his ankle just above his shoe, her slow, cheeky smile only adding to the slightly uncomfortable situation she was starting.

"Madison," grated out after he subtly cleared his throat, hoping she would get the hint. But she didn't, and he clenched his jaw as her toes crept just a little bit higher, inching under his pant leg, as she slowly drew the side of her bare foot back and forth along his lower leg, touching him, teasing him. Tormenting him. Only when the waitress returned with their drinks and to take their order, did she drop her foot to the top of his shoe, knowing that the tone of his voice would change if she kept playing footsie with him, and she didn't want the waitstaff to know what she was up to under the table--being a brat by arousing him all through dinner. He glared at her when she started rubbing her foot along his leg again as soon as the waitress walked away, dropping her foot back to his shoe when their salads came.

Jacob shifted to a more comfortable position on his chair, doing his best to keep his leg away from her foot but it was futile, there wasn't enough distance between their knees under the small, intimate table to keep her from touching him. He stabbed at his salad with a little bit more force than necessary to pierce the lettuce, hoping conversation would keep his mind off the fact that her foot was starting to inch even higher, the soft curve of her instep caressing the side of his shin, obviously payback for his hand constantly on her thigh when he drove. Realizing that he was staring at her breasts again, he slowly drew his gaze up to her face. "We--" he started, feeling his mouth go a tad bit dry from her caress that was no longer subtle.

"We what," Madison asked, looking into his eyes as she slowly inched her foot higher up the side of his shin, pushing her salad around on her plate with her fork. She could feel the muscles in his legs contract, and she caressed his leg through his pants with her bare foot, hear his tone change to that same level it deepened to when he was aroused. When he scolded her. She had teased him in the dojo, probably too much, and he was on edge and her foot wasn't helping matters any. Worse, they were in public, and she had a feeling that, being the gentleman that he was, he wouldn't do anything to bring attention to either of them, so he had to just sit there and take her subtle teasing for what it was. Foreplay. And suffer the consequences later.

He took a drink of his iced tea, his gaze briefly holding hers across the table as she poked at her own salad, bringing her fork to her mouth as her foot inched a little higher, setting his glass down on the table hard enough for some of the tea to slosh over the edge, quickly sopping it up with a napkin. "We need to go up to Portland sometime this month so we can secure you an apartment before they start filling up. If we can't find you one close to the university hospital, we'll look in the other districts. I don't want you to have to commute too far or rely too much on public transportation. If I have to, I'll lease you a condo for three years. Winters can get pretty brutal up there and the closer you are, the better."

Madison slowly ate her salad, listening to him as he spoke, hearing his tone change even more from arousal as her foot inched even higher, slowly caressing the inside of his knee with an agonizing back and forth motion of her foot. She pulled the tines of the fork out from between her lips, licking away the trace of dressing that clung to them, watching his face go even more tense as he reached under the table with his left hand, wrapping his fingers around her ankle to move it off of his leg even though the tablecloth covered his lap, and she dropped her foot to the floor just as the waitress returned to the table with their entrées, setting his steak down in front of him and her pasta in front of her, telling them to enjoy their meal and leaving them with a smile as she took their salad plates away.

Her foot went right back to where it was as he picked up his knife, and she drew the side of her foot back and forth along the inside of his knee in perfect tempo with the aggression he used to cut his steak, bracing her elbow on the edge of the table and hiding her smile behind the side of her hand as his knife clattered to his plate and his narrow gaze locked with hers across the span of the table. She dropped her foot back down to the floor. For now. "A condo would be nice, but I'll take whatever we can find. It doesn't have to be a big apartment either, just as long as you're there with me on the weekends, I'll be happy," she said, mixing her grilled chicken and broccoli together with the Alfredo sauce drenched pasta before she took a bite. "I'll probably be studying most of the time anyway."

Jacob took a bite of his steak, watching her across the table as she slowly pulled the fork from her mouth again, slight traces of creamy sauce clinging to her lips, only to be licked away with a slow slide of her tongue much like she did when she licked him away. He didn't know why he was having such a hard time watching her eat, they had shared several meals together before, only this one was getting to him. Maybe it was because they were in public and he acted with more decorum than most people so he couldn't wipe that sauce away with his finger or even lick it away with his own tongue like he so desired to do, or maybe it was the fact that her foot was now rubbing low on the inside of his thigh and sending little waves of pleasure all the way up to his groin.

He shifted in his seat again and casually reached under the table, moving her foot away from his leg, gritting his teeth as she just started slowly caressing his other leg instead. He swore under his breath and picked up his knife again, trying to focus on cutting his meat into manageable pieces as her foot inched higher, and he glared at her across the table, his gaze hard through the lenses of his glasses as something else started to grow even harder, watching as she slowly, achingly, erotically, licked the sauce from the back of her fork all the while looking him straight in the eye, before going back to eating her pasta, heightening her teasing to a whole other level. Conversation, Jacob, con-ver-sa-tion, he said to himself. "How did your family get into karate?" he asked, his voice slightly rough, stabbing at a chunk of his steak.

Madison knew what she was doing to him, or rather what he was trying to do, take his attention away from her subtle teasing. No one could see what was going on, the dim lighting did what it was supposed to do, and she slowly drew her foot back down his leg, once again caressing his shin through his pants leg. She stabbed at her penne pasta, skewering a couple pieces along with a chunk of chicken, before raising her eyes to his. He was tense, never really completely relaxing after his conversation with her father, and she could only imagine how that went, but if her dad had seen his tattoo... that was more than enough of a reason to let him stay in her life. He had his reasons to not talk about his grandfather and she had the same, both of them gaining so much from their respected patriarchs, his wealth, hers discipline.

"My grandfather was stationed in Okinawa for five years and when he was off duty he would tour the island, passing by several dojos. He would just stand there and watch every day outside this one particular spot for several months until one day, he was invited in and taught the discipline. When he was reassigned back to the states, he kept up with it, becoming a grand master and teaching my father and two of my uncles. He opened the dojo here and when he could no longer handle the movements due to his arthritis, my dad took over and kept it open. I hope to achieve their levels one day. And to think my mom wanted to put me in ballet."

Jacob slowly smiled, taking a bite of his steamed broccoli. He could never see her as a dancer, yes, she was light on her feet and could probably do leaps as well as her kicks, but it was her loyalty from such a young age to always protect her best friend, her strive and her dedication that kept her from giving up and he would never take that away from her. And that also explained why her dad accepted him faster than anyone. Her grandfather had served in the military, and he had a little more respect for him because of it. He stabbed at his steak, taking a bite and slowly chewing, shifting in his seat when he felt the brush of her toe over the ridge of his swollen cock, swallowing the chunk of half-chewed meat and coughing, quickly dislodging it from his throat just as she slowly drew the tips of her toes over his scrotum.

He clenched his fingers around the handle of his fork, glaring at her across the span of the small table, watching as she scooted forward just a little bit more. He braced his forearm on the edge of the table, leaning against it, looking down at her aqua painted toes resting against the ridge of his hard cock before slowly raising his head and glaring at her as he slowly rolled the handle of his fork between his fingers. His words were precise, his tone a little harsh, his eyes stern as he spoke loud enough for only her to hear, "Madison, I'm about two seconds away from not being able to walk out of here. Now move your fuckin' foot, sit there like a lady and finish your dinner."

Madison gazed at him across the span of the table, her eyes holding his as she felt her heart slam into her ribs every time he scolded her, every time he called her by her given name whenever he was irritated with her. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, increasing the pressure of her foot on his cock, feeling it start to throb as it filled with even more blood, became even harder under her not-so-subtle caress as she did just what he said--move her foot--her lip sliding out from the graze of her teeth as she watched his eyes grow even darker, his jaw clench hard, heard him grate out her name in one final warning. She slowly drew her foot down the length of his thigh, past his knee and down the inside of his lower leg before dropping her foot to the floor.

She wiggled in her seat, sitting up straight and dropping her hand into her lap as she picked up her fork with the other one, lowering her gaze to her half-eaten dish of pasta. She slowly smiled as she turned her eyes up to him, watching as he shifted around to a more comfortable position in his own chair, her foot doing a number on his cock and his sanity. She reached up and tucked the loose strands of hair behind her ear, pushing her pasta around on her dish with her fork. She didn't apologize, just sat there like the lady he wanted her to be, eating her dinner and sipping her tea. When she raised her fork to her mouth, the broken piece of pasta fell off the tines and hit her chest, slowly sliding down between her breasts to rest on the low V of her top. She quietly, carefully reached up and removed the piece of pasta, setting in on her napkin, and without thinking, slowly drew the tip of her finger up along the length of her chest, wiping away the trail of creamy sauce, knowing his eyes were on her the entire time.

Jacob almost went across the table and licked the sauce up for himself. "That fuckin' does it," he grated out, shoving his chair back with a little more force than necessary as he got to his feet, the legs of the chair dragging across the floor. He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, opening it up, and tossed a hundred and a fifty down in the middle of the table, leaving the waitress a more than generous tip. He grabbed Madison's hand and pulled her from her chair as he all but dragged her barefooted out of the bistro, past all the other patrons and the waitstaff, with a shocked smile on her face.

Madison looked up at Jacob as he got to his feet, seeing just how tense he had become from her teasing, from every little thing that she did. She didn't have time to slip her feet back into her shoes and she gasped as he grabbed hold of her hand and simultaneously moved her chair out of the way as he pulled her up to her feet and away from the table. She tugged on his hand, but he ignored her. "My shoes," she said, extending her other arm out as she looked back over her shoulder, hurrying along behind him, feeling his fingers tighten around her hand so she couldn't get away from him, knowing several sets of eyes were on them as he headed towards the door.

"I'll buy you more," he grated out, pulling her through the bistro towards the door, ignoring all the stares that were following them. He did his best to remain calm while she played footsie with him under the table, no one could see the effect she was having on him, his hard cock making it difficult to eat when all he wanted to do was haul her back to the bathroom and make her finish what she started. But he remained the gentleman, sitting there eating after he scolded her, praying that his cock would return to a flaccid state, watching as she finally behaved herself while he finished what was left of his steak and broccoli. It wasn't until she dropped that piece of pasta, either intentionally or by accident, and wiped up the sauce with her finger rather than her napkin, that he had finally had enough.

She knew she was going to get everything she had coming to her, and it was going to be far worse or more pleasurable than what he had done to her this morning. When the door swooshed shut behind her and her bare feet touched the concrete outside the bistro, her shocked smile turned to a gasp as he bent down and not so gently hefted her onto his shoulder, locking his arm across the back of her thighs as he straightened, smacking her ass hard with his open palm before carrying her across the two-laned one-way street to where he had parked his car. She looked up at the patrons sitting by the windows in the bistro, their gazes focused on her and Jacob, and as they got further away, she smiled. She knew just how to push all the right buttons.

Jacob looked in the direction of traffic flow, and seeing no headlights in the evening hour, he walked diagonally across the street to the previous block, irritation fueling every step of the way, and he rounded the front of his car, stepping up on the sidewalk and bending down to set her feet on the concrete, glaring down at her smiling face as he straightened. Her smiled faded as he took a step forward and she took one back, backing herself into the side panel of the car, looking up at him with nothing but wanton desire in her eyes and he closed the rest of the distance between them, pinning her against his car with his hips, his hard cock pressing against her taut abdomen. He quickly looked around before dropping his gaze back down to her. The rest of the businesses were closed and there was no one on the sidewalk in the late evening hours, just them, and they were more than far enough away from the bistro that no one could see them even though the corner streetlight flickered a few feet away, lighting up the end of the block.

He drew in a deep, ragged breath, trying to calm his overwrought nerves, his heavy exhale fanning the hair on the top of her head as he slid his hand behind her back, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hip, yanking her even closer to let her feel just how hard she had made his cock, hearing her moan. He reached up and closed his other hand around her neck, feeling her pulse racing hard, and he pressed his thumb under her chin to tip her head back even further, staring down into those baby blue eyes that were going to be the death of him. He bit back a groan as her hands slid around his hips to cup his hard ass, her nails digging in through his trousers, holding onto him as she arched even closer, her warm breath fanning his heated skin. He tried to remain calm, but his own heart was racing, having yet to return to a normal rhythm since seeing her earlier. "As if this outfit isn't enough to drive me crazy, you have to go and act like a damn brat. You want your ass spanked, don't you, Maddie? Are you proud of yourself for giving me an erection in the middle of dinner?"

Madison gazed up at him in the darkness, the warm evening breeze wafting around them, blowing that stubborn lock of hair back from his forehead before she got the chance to brush it away. "Yes, please," she moaned, louder at the feel of his hard cock pressing into her abdomen. She gasped when he closed his hand around the side of her neck, the pressure of his thumb tipping her head back even further so she could see more clearly into those dark hazel eyes, and she dug her nails even harder into his ass, pulling him even closer, arching against him and plumping her breasts against his hard chest.

She had specifically chosen the halter top for tonight, the skirt she had borrowed from her mom's closet, knowing damn well the effect it would have on him when she dared to bare a lot more skin than she usually did. And it had worked, along with her foot massaging his thigh and cock under the table. She bit her bottom lip, watching as his eyes grew dark, filling with an unsatiated lust and burning desire for her flesh, slowly letting her lip slide past the graze of her teeth. She slowly drew the tip of her tongue along the fullness of her bottom lip. "Very proud," she whispered, "and I'll do it again, too."

"That's what I thought," he grated out. He lowered his gaze, taking in the shadowy curves of her breasts in that scrap of material she called a top, watching as they rose and fell from every deep breath that she drew in, her nipples starting to distend the fabric as they hardened under his gaze, his words. He lowered his head, pressing his mouth to her ear, his hot breath fanning the loose strands of hair along her face as he dragged his hand across her ass, digging his fingers into the fleshiest curve, pulling her up onto the balls of her feet and even tighter against him as his cock started to throb. "Because you just love to torment me, don't you? Tease me until I break? Well, two can play that game. Once I get you home, I'm going to have you on the edge for so long that you'll be begging me to cum and then I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll still be able to feel me next week," he swore to her, hearing, feeling her sudden intake of breath. He pressed a hot, wet, open-mouth kiss to the side of her neck, his teeth grazing her delicate skin as he kissed her hard enough to leave a mark, bathing the spot with his tongue before slowly licking her soft skin all the way up to her ear. He lifted his head, gazing down at her hooded eyes as he dropped his hand from her neck to open the car door. "Get your ass in the car."

Madison swayed closer to him, closing her eyes as his tongue did those wicked things to the side of her neck that had her knees buckling under her, her eyes fluttering open when she felt the warm breeze drying her wet skin, heard his instructions. She slid her hand around his hip, her fingers gliding across his groin, the hard ridge of his cock as she sat down in the seat, swinging her bare feet in, looking up at him and seeing the arousal etched across his face. She didn't dare smile, she just waited for him to walk around the front of his car after shutting her door, watching as he dropped his weight down into the driver's seat, pulling his door shut with a little more force than necessary.

Jacob dropped down behind the wheel and pulled the door closed, the car rocking slightly from the force, and turned in his seat, glaring at Madison across the narrow expanse of the car's interior, the overhead light illuminating her soft, innocent features that were not so innocent anymore. She knew what she was doing from the very beginning--pushing his limits--and if she wasn't aware now she soon was going to be and he had a feeling that she knew a while ago, just never said anything. He reached over and shoved his fingers into her hair, loosening her braid, hearing her sudden intake of breath as he hauled her closer, her stomach pressing into the center console as she reached up and wrapped her hand around his wrist, staring into her eyes that were only a few inches away from his.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. She had been teasing him all day, much like she did when she was still his student, only this time he couldn't touch her because her father had been around, and then in public when he still couldn't do what he wanted to, and now, now that they were in his car-- She sucked in her breath when he turned to her and shoved his fingers into her hair, tugging several strands loose from her braid as he hauled her across the center console, his face a few inches away from hers, his breath hot, his eyes even hotter. Maybe this time she had pushed him a little too far, teased him a little too much. She closed her hand around his wrist as he tightened his grip. "Jacob..."

He briefly dropped his gaze, staring down at the curves of her breasts as they heaved on her chest from every deep breath she drew in, straining against the material, her nipples hard, each exhale fanning his lips. He slowly drew his gaze back up, his eyes once again holding hers, the side of his mouth twitching as he tried to rein in his hunger. No body ever tried his patience as much as she did, never aroused him to the point of seeing nothing but flashes of light. Just her. And he loved every moment of it. "You're a fucking brat," he growled, "and brats get the attitude fucked out of them. But then you already knew that and that's why you've been teasing me all fuckin' day, just driving me insane and waiting for me to retaliate. And Maddie, that time--"

He didn't finish his warning. He kissed her hard, crushing her lips under the pressure of his, his tongue forcing her mouth open even wider as he plunged his tongue deep, his mouth devouring hers in a kiss that went way beyond possession. He swallowed her throaty moan, digging his fingers into the back of her head, kissing her deeper, harder, his tongue roughly assaulting her mouth, her senses as she kissed him back with just as much heat, just as much intensity, if not more. He groaned at the feel of her hand sliding down his chest to his rock-hard cock, her hot palm stroking him through the material of his trousers, her fingers squeezing, sliding lower to cup his scrotum, palming him, rubbing her hand back and forth before curling her fingers around his cock again, stroking his length.

He kissed her even harder, his tongue rough, pulling her further across the console, only to tear his mouth away from hers, his mouth finding the side of her neck again, biting and kissing her hard, his stubble, his teeth scraping across her skin, hearing her heavy breathing. When he felt her shift her weight, felt her hands go to his belt, he tore his mouth away from her neck, dragging in a ragged breath. He grabbed hold of her hands, pulling them away from his belt that she had managed to slip through the buckle, remembering just where they were. "Don't you fuckin' dare. I'll never make it home. Now sit your ass in the seat."

Her heart was slamming in her chest as she sat back in the seat, and she reached up, touching her bruised lips with her fingers, still feeling the pressure of his mouth from his rough kiss, rougher than their first kiss, harder than any kiss after that. She watched as he buckled his seatbelt, as he reached over and pushed the ignition button, listening as the engine roared to life, as her blood roared in her ears. Her eyes dropped to his lap, to his hard cock straining behind the material of his boxer trunks and pants, a wet spot slowly forming on the material as precum soaked into his trousers.

She knew what he was talking about, he never carried a condom with him and if they got carried away, he'd be too far gone to remember to pull out of her. But he didn't have to, she'd been on birth control for the past six days. She fastened her seatbelt just as he pulled away from the curb, driving down the one-way street to the next block so he could make a left turn and circle around to the next street that ran the opposite direction, taking them out of the downtown area to the main part of the city and eventually to the interstate. And when his hand went to her thigh...

She quickly unlatched her seatbelt and shifted in her seat, reaching for the fastening on his trousers, as his hand shot up from her thigh and his foot hit the brake at the stop sign, his audible words of surprise filling the car. "You don't have to. I'm on birth control," she said, tugging down his zipper and shoving her hand down inside his boxer trunks, closing her fingers around the girth of his erect cock, feeling him throb in her grasp. He was so hard that she could feel every distended vein, feel the heat radiating off of him. She started to caress him.

"God dammit, Madison," he swore through gritted teeth, not sure if he was mad at her for not telling him about her doctor's visit or the fact that she had her hand shoved down his pants and her fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock, slowly stroking him the best she could in the tight confines of his trunks. When he shifted in his seat, she worked his cock out of his underwear, just a few inches of it, hissing as she wrapped her small hand around his girth, her thumb caressing all around and under his swollen glans as it throbbed hard in her hand, pushing out more precum that trickled down to catch on her thumb, rubbing back and forth, spreading the clear fluid around.

She shifted in her seat, leaning across the center console to press her lips to his ear, her breath hot, her words even hotter, as her hand worked his cock out of his underwear with a little bit of help from the slight involuntary lift of his hips, freeing just enough of him to fill her hand. "Mmm, your cock is so hard," she whispered in his ear, wrapping her hand around his girth, just under the base of his glans, slowly drawing the pad of her thumb back and forth over his smooth, hot skin, catching the trickle of precum as it seeped out of the slit, the tip of her nail barely scratching him, feeling his cock jerk in her hand. "I can feel it throbbing in my hand. Fuck me, Jacob, fuck me now. Stretch my pussy open with your thick cock and fill me with your hot cum."

Jacob groaned. Her words were hot in his ear as the brat that she had become, or always was, he had just been the one to awaken that part of her, teased him even further, begged him to fuck her bare before they ever got home. And they needed to get home. He drew in a deep breath and let it back out, moving his foot off of the brake and pressing it down on the accelerator as he drove up the side street and circled the block, turning the other direction down the one-way street. It was half a mile through downtown with stop signs and lights he didn't dare run... If he could make it that far... His heart slammed hard in his chest, his blood roaring through his veins, in his ears, as the need to bury his cock deep inside of her took control over all of his reasoning and he said the one thing that he never thought he would ever say to her while behind the wheel of his car, "Suck my fuckin' cock."

Madison smiled in the darkness and pulled her skirt up just enough to shift around until she was kneeling on the side of the bucket seat, her knees pressed against the console and the soles of her feet against the door, leaning over the center console as she reached over to work his trousers and boxers off his hips as he drove, gasping as his hard cock bobbed as it was freed the rest of the way from the confines of his clothing, the swollen glans hitting her nose. She braced herself the best she could, being mindful of the gearshift against her ribs, and lowered her head to slowly draw the tip of her tongue up the smooth glans, licking up the clear trickle of precum that started to seep out of the slit, moaning as the saltiness of him exploded on her tastebuds, and hearing his rough groan only made her want more.

She licked him from base to tip, swirling her tongue all around the smooth glans, drawing the tip of her tongue under the ridge before taking him into her hot, wet mouth, wrapping her lips around his thick, throbbing cock, feeling it twitch against her tongue, hearing his deep, guttural groan as it echoed through the car. He was so hard, and she wrapped her hand around him and slowly lowered her head until he was pressing against the back of her throat, and then further, strangled gurgling sounds coming from her as she tried to take his cock into her throat but her position and being in a moving vehicle made it impossible. She slowly raised her head till just the head of his cock was trapped in her mouth, sucking hard, swirling her tongue all around as her saliva started the bubble out from the corner of her lips and trickle down his veiny length, catching on her hand, feeling the car come to a stop before rolling through the intersection as he drove down the next block. Then she really started to suck him.

"Fuck," Jacob hissed through gritted teeth, tightening his grip around the steering wheel as he drove down the street five miles under the posted speed limit, trying to keep from jumping the curb and slamming the front of his car into a light pole. He looked down at her bobbing head as his cock slid in and out of her hot, wet mouth as she noisily sucked on him, feeling her saliva trickle down the length of his cock when she let him pop out of her mouth, only to get caught on her hand as she stroked him hard from the base to the underside of his glans, pushing out an even heavier flow of clear fluid. He groaned when she circled the pad of her thumb over the tip of his sloppy cock, mixing his precum with her saliva, before sliding her hand back down and lowering her head the scant inch it took to take him back into her mouth, sucking him hard, her mouth making obscene noises as she bobbed her head, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn't contain.

"Fuck, babydoll," he grated out, his eyes going back and forth from the road to her head. "That's it... suck my cock... harder... take it deep..." he growled as she did just that, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He reached over and caressed the length of her bare back with his hot hand, his palm sliding over the lower tie of her top, over the soft material of her skirt to slap her ass hard, hearing, feeling her moan around his throbbing cock as he palmed the curve of her ass before slapping her hard again, his fingers digging furrows in her back as he dragged his hand back up, gripping the steering wheel hard, his groans filling the car as he managed to stay in his own lane. "Oh, fuck that feels good," he groaned as he rolled to a stop at the intersection. He pressed his left foot down on the brake as he moved his other foot off the gas pedal, sitting at the sign and looking down at her as her head bobbed even faster, her tongue sliding hotly along his cock, swirling around the smooth glans.

He watched her, the light of the corner lamp post illuminating the inside of the car through the windshield, as she let him pop out of her mouth long enough for her to catch her breath, licking her lips, licking him, before she noisily took him back into her mouth, lowering her head till the glans of his cock was hitting the back of her throat. He drew in several deep breaths, his chest heaving from the effort, his large palm caressing the back of her neck, his fingers sliding into her loose hair and back out. Fuck, she was getting good at pleasuring him. "God, Maddie, I'm so fuckin' hard," he growled through gritted teeth, "I need to be in you."

And when his cock popped out of her mouth again, he cupped her throat in his hand, lifting her head and raising her up, her free hand instantly going to the center console to brace herself, her other one never releasing its hold on his slippery cock, slowly sliding up and down the rigid length. He brought her face closer to his, her hot breath fanning his skin, and he kissed her hard, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, tasting the saltiness of his own cock that lingered on her tongue, groaning in her mouth as she kissed him back just as hard.

Madison braced herself against the padded console between the seats, her hand sliding up and down his slippery cock, feeling him throb hard in her grasp as she stroked him, moaning in his mouth as he kissed her hard, the pressure of his mouth forcing her head back against the palm of his hand as he shoved his fingers into her loose hair, holding her still as if she ever wanted to get away from him. She sucked hard on his tongue, her mouth moving under his, moaning as her juices started to freely run out of her aching pussy, trickling down the inside of her thigh, as her ache, her desire for him grew even deeper, even hotter every time he kissed her, every time she was on her knees sucking his cock, every time he spanked her ass.

The sudden faintness of headlights hitting the back tinted window had her pulling her mouth away from his, moaning as his mouth went to her neck instead, his attention focused on her, on the pleasure her hand was giving him. Her heart slammed into her ribs with the fear of getting caught giving him a blowjob as he drove through town, that fear suddenly turning to excitement. "Jacob... behind us..." she gasped, feeling his teeth scrape the side of her neck as his tongue slid hotly along her skin.

He raised his head from her neck, looking between the seats at the set of headlights on the grille of the high standing truck behind them lighting up the night, but not the interior of his car, the dark tint on the windows kept peeping eyes away. Getting caught with her was the least of his worries, his cock was about to explode in her hand. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue along the roof of her mouth, breaking the kiss. "Get back down there," he ordered, guiding her head back down to his cock. He groaned as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking and swirling her tongue all around, and he caressed the side of her concave cheek as he dropped his foot from the brake and pressed his other one down on the accelerator, driving through the intersection, thankful that the truck behind them turned up the street that they crossed.

He looked down at her again, his chest heaving from every deep breath that he drew in, watching, feeling her tongue slowly licking up the length of his cock, the tip darting over the most sensitive spot and he all but came out of his seat, his grip tightening around the steering wheel as she sucked him deep into her mouth. He was on the verge of orgasm, he could feel it tightening around the base of his spine, and as much as he needed to cum, the need to fuck her was even greater and he fisted his fingers into her hair, tugging her head up, popping out of the wet hold of her mouth, a long string of saliva still connecting her mouth to the glans of his cock, glistening in the light coming from the dashboard. "That's enough," he grated out, his voice hoarse. "I cum, I crash."

Madison shifted her legs and sat back in her seat just as he rolled to a stop at the next sign, reaching up with two fingers to wipe her own saliva from the corners of her mouth, smiling a very satisfied smile at him, hearing him swear as she licked her fingers. The light from the corner lamp post shined in through the windshield, illuminating the inside of the car and her gaze dropped down to his thick cock glistening with her saliva, the swollen, purplish-red head resting against the silk of his tie, twitching hard.

She reached over and slowly traced the protruding vein along the length of his cock with the tip of her nail, slowly smiling as his cock jerked and she gathered up the mixture of her saliva and his precum that clung to underside of the ridge at the base of his glans, sticking her finger in her mouth and sucking it clean, watching as his face grew even more tense as she gradually pulled her finger out from between her pursed lips. "Mmm. You taste better than anything I've ever had in my mouth," she moaned, leaning across the center console to kiss him again. But he flattened his hand to the span of bare skin between her halter top and the high waist of her skirt, pushing her back down onto the seat.

Jacob slid his hand down her stomach to her thigh, gathering up the length of her skirt and bunching it up around the tops of her legs, thankful that there was no one else behind them at the intersection as his hand caressed the inside of her thigh, feeling the trickle of her own juices that dampened her soft skin, sliding higher and encountering nothing but wet, swollen flesh. His cock twitched hard. "No thong? You've been bare all through dinner? So much for treating you like a lady. Now spread those legs so I can touch that sweet pussy," he grated out, nudging her legs further apart even though she was already sliding down in the seat and parting her legs.

"I forgot," Madison confessed. Her panties were just another barrier he would have to get through and her skirt was flowy enough to hide anything. She was breathing heavily as she slid down in the seat, the light of the street lamp illuminating the inside of the car as she bunched her skirt up even higher, dropping her left knee against the center console and resting her right foot on the edge of the seat, pressing her other knee against the door as she opened herself to his touch, arching her hips, her wet, swollen flesh glistening in the light. She was just as aroused as he was, the evidence was blatantly running out of her and soaking into her skirt, the heady scent of her dripping pussy filling the car, and she moaned as his fingers found her hot, wet flesh. "Fingers. Inside me. Please," she moaned.

"I should spank your ass," he grated out. He ran his fingers over the smooth, soft skin of her vulva, sliding his middle and ring finger in between the sopping wet folds of her labia, feeling just how wet she was from sucking his cock, her throaty moan filling his ears as he caressed her, slowly sliding up and down as his fingers bracketed her clitoris, pulling back on the hood with the upstroke and exposing more of her slick, sensitive piece of flesh to his touch. He rubbed his slick fingers over and around her swollen clitoris, her hips wrenching hard as her gasp turned to a sharp cry, and he slid his hand lower.

"But I'm going to fuck this pussy instead," he promised as he pushed his fingers inside her dripping vagina. He gave her what she wanted--his fingers--pushing them deeper as she arched her hips even more, stretching her open, hearing her strangled moan as she tightened her pelvic muscles, squeezing his fingers hard. Fuck. He didn't know how long he could keep her on the edge when all he wanted to do was bury his bare cock inside her. He needed to find a place to park, and fast. "Where--" His words were cut off by her loud moan.

Madison was too aroused, too turned on from sucking his cock and needing him buried deep inside her that she couldn't do anything other than moan, eagerly parting her legs in the front seat of his car as he drove the rest of the way out of downtown. The ache in her pussy had started the second she had seen him all impeccably dressed, all well-mannered through dinner despite her foot rubbing his leg, and then scolding her as quietly as he could... Her moans grew even louder as his knowledgeable fingers glided all along the smooth skin of her vulva, a sudden surge of wet heat emanating from between her folds to saturate her already slick flesh even more as his fingers parted her, sliding up and down her labia, gathering up her creamy juices. She was so wet that she could hear his fingers caressing her.

"Jacob," she moaned even louder, her hips twisting hard as his wet fingers slid over her swollen, sensitive clitoris, crying out even louder when he pushed those two fingers deep inside her. She reached over and fisted her fingers into the front of his shirt as her other hand flew down to his, gripping the back of his hand hard, her same two fingers putting pressure on his, pushing them deeper inside her tight vagina as she squeezed his fingers hard with her pelvic muscles, needing more than just his hand between her legs. There was no way they were making it home. "The bridge," she managed to say just as he started to move his fingers, the pad of his thumb rubbing over her swollen, slick clitoris.

Jacob turned at the intersection, rolling down the hill to a stop at the red light, the illicit, erotic sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy filling the car, his ears. He pressed his foot down on the brake, holding the powerful car at a standstill on the downgrade, waiting for the light to cycle through as the few cars on the main road drove past, mindless to what his hand was up to in the passenger seat. "Your pussy is so fuckin' wet," he grated out, his gaze going from the lights at the bridge in the distance, to the red light in front of them, to Madison sitting sprawled in his passenger seat, her tight, wet walls clamped down even tighter around his fingers.

He hissed through gritted teeth. Her moans were getting louder as her juices squished out from around his thrusting fingers, coating his palm, and he slowed the momentum of his fingers till he was just holding them inside her, her pleasurable moans turning to a groan of frustration as she arched her hips high and hard, pressing against his hand, desperate for the orgasm only he could give her. He pulled his fingers from the tight grip of her pussy and stuck them in his mouth, sucking them clean. "You're not cumming on my fingers. Now hold on," he said as the light turned green and he drove through the intersection faster than he should have.

He knew exactly where she was talking about. There was a small park that ran along the river just before the bridge and he rounded the sharp turn in the road, ignoring the 'park closes at dusk' sign at the entrance of the parking lot and drove across the asphalt, aiming the front of the car away from any and all major lights--it wasn't the most discreet car to be fucking in--the dark tint of the windows giving them what privacy they needed. He swore under his breath as he ripped his glasses off and tossed them onto the dash. He had never been more reckless in his entire life than he ever had been with her. First his classroom and now his car.

He shoved the gear shift into park, lowered the back of the seat a few more inches and threw off his seatbelt, pushing the ignition button with a little more force than necessary, killing the engine before reaching across the short distance to shove his fingers into her loose hair and haul her across the center console, his deep, rumbling groan filling the car right before his mouth came down hard on hers. His tongue forced her mouth open as he kissed her hard, swallowing her moan as she shifted in her seat, getting back on her knees. He broke the kiss long enough to grate out against her lips, "get your skirt off," before his mouth took possession of hers again, his tongue finding the deep recesses of her mouth, kissing her hard as his mouth and tongue made promises he fully intended to keep.

Madison watched as the headlights illuminated the park before everything went dark again as he shut off the engine, plunging them into the darkness of the night, all except for the light of the moon and the faint glow from the street lights on the other side of the bridge reflecting off the span of the river. "Jacob," she moaned right before he shoved his hand into her hair, his fingers digging into the back of her head as he hauled her closer, his mouth coming down hard on hers again, if not harder, his tongue assaulting her mouth, her senses. She moaned, curling her hand around the back of his neck, holding onto him as she braced her other hand on the console, kissing him back just as hard as her tongue found its way into his mouth, swallowing his groan.

She gasped for breath against his lips when he broke the kiss long enough to tell her to lose her skirt right before he stole her breath again, kissing her even harder. She let go of his neck, untying the bow on the front of her skirt to slip the button through the hole at her hip, tugging the zipper and the skirt down at the same time, slipping the material over her hips, moaning in his mouth as his hand found its way between her legs before her skirt was even down to her knees, his fingers caressing her sopping wet flesh before pushing two of them deep inside her again. She fisted her fingers into his shirt, his hair, tearing her mouth away from his as she cried out, her hips jerking hard as those two fingers found her most sensitive spot, rubbing, pushing her closer and closer to the orgasm that she desperately needed only to quickly be pulled out of her, denying her release, keeping her on the edge like he promised. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his hard cock, feeling it throb in her hand as she panted hard against his mouth, sobbing. "I need your cock. Fuck me, Jacob. Please, fuck my pussy."

Oh, how he loved to hear her beg. His breathing was heavy and labored as he raised his fingers, glistening with her juices up to her waiting mouth, slipping them in between her parted lips, groaning as she sucked hard on them, licking away all of her creaminess that clung to them, her moan and the look of pure wanton desire in her eyes had him on the very edge, his cock throbbing hard in her hand. "Get over here before we get caught," he growled, pulling his fingers out of the wet, sucking hold of her mouth, popping free of her pursed lips as her hand left his cock to grip the headrest. He shoved his trousers and underwear further down his thighs and past his knees as she shifted around in her seat until she was facing the other direction.

He curled his hand around her bare hip as she extended her leg over the console, then over his thighs as she slid across the center of the car, guiding her other leg across the gearshift both with his hand and his words before he grabbed her waist, settling her in position across his bare thighs. "Watch your knees... that's it, babydoll, get your feet against my hips... fuck... thank God you're so petite," he swore, the last words leaving his throat with a hoarse growl.

Madison was breathing heavy, her heart pounding in her chest at the risk they were taking right here in the public park under the cover of darkness, this far more detrimental than fucking in his classroom behind a locked door, and far hotter than anything she was going to experience. She climbed over the center console with his help and sat down on his thighs, bending her knees and tucking them against his ribs as she wedged her feet into the seat beside his hips, trapping his hard cock between their bodies, feeling the smooth glans, slick with a steady stream of precum, tapping her abdomen.

She yanked on his tie, loosening it half way and curled her fingers into the front plackets of his shirt, wrenching hard and popping half of the buttons off, sliding her hands across his heated flesh as she pushed his shirt from his shoulder, her nails raking his skin as she slid them higher, one hand curling around his neck, the other one fisting into his hair. She pressed her forehead against his, feeling his hot breath fan her lips with every deep breath that he forced out of his lungs, his own needs thrumming through his body as hard as hers, their gazes locking in the shadowy darkness of the car. "Jacob."

His last reasonable thought flew out of his head the moment her bare ass touched his bare thighs and when her hot hands slid across his bare skin, her fingers curling into his hair, his name on her lips, had him not thinking at all. His gazed locked with hers, her breath fanning his lips as she struggled to breathe just as much as him as the illicitness of their sexual desires consumed them. He wanted her hard and fast to take the edge off so he could fuck her slowly the rest of the night, but he knew that once he was inside her, he would only want everything and only stop when he was completely drained. She was his complete undoing.

He reached up and tugged the band from the end of her braid, shoving his fingers into her hair, loosening it even more as he dragged his other hand up her bare back, his fingers finding the bow tie at the back of her neck. "Maddie..." he groaned, right before his mouth found hers again in the darkness, kissing her hard, his tongue rough, demanding, his fingers tugging the tie loose as the material fell away from her bare breasts and he filled his hand with one firm globe, squeezing, tugging hard on her nipple as he swallowed her moan.

He tore his mouth away from hers, kissing the side of her neck, his teeth scraping, stubble rasping as he dragged his hand down her back to grab hold of one firm ass cheek, his fingers digging in as he lifted her hips, feeling her uneven breaths against his hair as he reached down with his other hand, wrapping it around the girth of his hard cock, guiding it between her spread legs. "A little higher, babydoll. I gotta get inside you," he grated out. When she lifted her hips even higher, he dragged the head of his cock up and down the length of her sopping wet labia, gathering up her juices to coat the glans of his cock, bumping against her swollen clitoris and hearing her moans turn to a cry that echoed through the confines of the car. She was so open to him, so willing to do anything for him. So his.

Madison gripped the top of the headrest, her nails digging into the supple leather as he raised her hips, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, moaning as his mouth, his teeth found the side of her neck. She pressed her cheek to the side of his head as she raised her hips even higher, her gasp turning to a moan as he parted her labia wider with the thick glans of his cock, rubbing it all along her wet flesh, caressing her, slicking up his cock with her juices, a sharp cry escaping her parted lips when he bumped against her swollen, sensitive clitoris. She fisted her fingers harder into his hair as a sudden rush of wet heat saturated her flesh even more, moaning when he pressed the head of his cock against the very core of her, holding her steady to take what was his, only his.

He pressed himself against the narrow opening of her dripping vagina, digging his fingers into her hip as he pulled her down hard, groaning her name as he buried his thick cock deep, feeling every inch of her close tight around every single bare inch of him. Her moan of relinquishment flipped that final switch inside him. "Fuck," he swore, digging his fingers even harder into her hip, holding himself deep inside her as she tightened herself even more around his length.

She cried out as he pulled her hips down hard, stretching her open as he filled every inch of her with his hard, throbbing cock, her wet walls closing tight around his bare flesh. He was so thick and so fucking hard. She dropped her hand from the headrest to curl her fingers around his shoulder, her nails digging in as she pressed her hips down hard, taking the last inch of him, moaning as she felt him throbbing inside her. "Oh, daddy," she moaned, arching her back as she clamped herself tight around his girth.

And with that final admission from her, his dominate side came out full force. Jacob fisted his hand into her hair, closing his other fingers around her chin, tipping her head down the scant inch it took to look deep into those eyes, the shadowy darkness barely concealing the look of hunger, of burning desire to be taken roughly, to submit to him. He knew and so did she just what she was admitting to him, and his breathing was heavy, labored as he released his hold on her chin to slide his warm palm along her cheek, caressing her soft skin with the side of his thumb as his gaze held hers, as her own labored breathing matched his, their breaths fanning each other's faces, his deeply buried cock throbbing. "That's right, babydoll," he rasped, his words rough as need tightened inside his body, "you're mine. Every inch of you belongs to daddy. And daddy tells you when to cum from now on or you beg me for it. Understand?"

He watched as she nodded her head, her bottom lip sliding out from the graze of her teeth. He kissed her hard, his fingers digging into the back of her head as his other hand glided down her neck, over her breast, his thumb grazing over her hard nipple, sliding around and down to once again cradle her ass, his fingers digging into her supple flesh as he yanked her hips hard against his, swallowing her strangled moan. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers as he drew in a ragged breath, his hot hazel eyes holding hers, groaning as she started to rock against him in the confines of the driver's seat, rubbing her groin hard on his pelvis, then even harder. "That's my good girl. Ride my cock. Take it hard and deep. Fuck daddy like you mean it."

Madison dug her nails into his bare shoulder, her other hand gripping the top of the seat, moaning as she started to move, rocking back and forth, rubbing her swollen, sensitive clitoris against his pelvis, crying out as those tingling sensations shot through her. She didn't know how long she was going to last and as his words slowly registered in her brain. She was his good girl, and she would do anything to please him as he did everything to take care of her. She went from rocking to raising her hips high and dropping them hard, the erotic sound of her wet pussy taking every inch of his thick cock and her bare ass hitting his thighs, grew louder and louder inside the confines of the car. "Oh, fuck," she panted as she let go of the seat only to fist her fingers into his disheveled waves, hearing his words, feeling his hot breath, the graze of his teeth against her neck as she rode him hard, muffling her cries against the side of his head as every hard drop of her hips sent him deep, tugging on her wet walls, pushing her closer to the edge she wasn't ready to beg to go over. "Oh, daddy," she moaned, "you feel so good."

"You feel even better," Jacob groaned as she rode him hard, feeling her hot, slippery pussy gliding up and down the length of his bare cock. When she raised herself as high as she could, dropping her hips hard and taking every inch of him until he was buried so deep inside her, he was afraid that he was hurting her, but her cries were from nothing but pure pleasure. His mouth found the side of her neck as his teeth nipped at her skin, his tongue soothing the bites as his stubble abraded her already sensitive flesh, kissing and licking her as she desperately clung to him, riding herself closer and closer to orgasm, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the car. He knew she was getting close, he could feel it, and he urged her along. "That's a good girl," he grated out against her skin between kisses and licks, "keep taking my cock. Give daddy what he wants. You're so fuckin' wet. So fuckin' tight."

She lowered her head, her hot breath fanning his face, to find his mouth in the darkness, kissing him hard as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding down on his cock, moaning in his mouth as he took over the kiss, his tongue roughly filling her mouth. She was his babydoll, his little brat, his good girl and had been from that first kiss and would be until their last and she tore her mouth away from his, gasping for breath as she started to ride him even harder until that white-hot need started to spiral through her, and she couldn't hold on any longer. "I'm so close... May I cum for you, daddy?" Every hard drop of her hips, every slide of his thick cock drove her clean out of her mind, her vision starting to go black, and she pressed her sweaty forehead to his, barely able to voice the words, "Please? I need to cum." Another hard drop of her hips, accompanied with a long, drawn-out moan. "Please let me cum."

He could feel it; her tight, wet walls hugged him even tighter, her fingers fisting harder into his hair as her nails dug indentations into his shoulder, as she fought to not beg him for the release she needed just yet, all while the car rocked on its suspension. He felt her mouth brush across his and he caught hers in a hard kiss, swallowing her moan, groaning as she ground herself down on his cock, her hot wet walls clamped around him, pushing him closer to his own orgasm that he wanted to hold off for as long as humanly possible.

He fisted his hand in her hair, pressing his lips to her jaw when she tore her mouth away from his, her hot, labored breaths fogging up the glass, and then she started to take his cock even harder, the sound of her ass hitting his thighs, her wet pussy tightening around him, her throaty words as she begged to give him what he wanted. Everything. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingers digging into her hip as he lifted her higher, dropped her harder. He needed her orgasm just as much as she did. "Cum, babydoll, give it to me," he urged, "be a good girl. Soak daddy's cock."

With those final words and a hard drop of her hips, Madison cried out, her wet walls clamping down hard around him as her whole body shook against his, her juices running out of her and trickling down his heavy scrotum. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulder, her fingers fisted in his hair as wave after pleasurable wave rolled through her as her hips writhed against him, feeling his hard cock throbbing deep inside her, his inciting erotic words of 'good girl' whispered in her ear. "I'm your good girl," she whimpered, sinking against him, "your good girl to fuck."

Her breathing was heavy as every exhale fanned his hair, and she knew that he wasn't through with her yet, knowing they could still be caught at any moment. She moaned as his hands caressed her sweaty back and the length of her trembling legs that were folded against his sides, and she reached behind her first with one hand and then the other, curling them around the steering wheel, bracing herself as, with a new wave of energy, she lifted her hips, slowly letting him slide out of her creamy pussy until just the thick, swollen glans was nestled inside her, before slowly, achingly lowering herself again, taking his hard, thick cock deep, pleasing him, pleasuring him. Tormenting him.

"You're my naughty girl, too," Jacob groaned as she slowly lifted her hips, sinking down on his cock even slower, feeling her creamy walls hug him tight. He wrapped his arm around her, cradling one firm ass cheek in his hand, his fingertips digging into her supple flesh, as he slowly ran his other hand up her sweaty body, cupping her breast in his hand, dragging his thumb back and forth over her hard nipple as she slowly raised her hips again. He leaned forward and bent his head, flattening his tongue to her torso and slowly licking up, tasting her salty skin and traces of cream sauce, dragging his hand roughly up her chest to her neck, his thumb and middle finger putting pressure on her jaw as his teeth closed around her nipple, letting it pop free as she slowly lowered herself back down on him.

"You feel so fuckin' good wrapped around my cock," he breathed, every exhale heavy, labored, the windows getting even foggier as his gaze held hers in the dim light reflecting through the condensation. He slid his hand higher, cupping the side of her face in the darkness, his thumb caressing the fullness of her bruised bottom lip, biting back a groan as her tongue darted out to lick the pad of his thumb. "Don't tease daddy, babydoll, fuck him," he grated out through gritted teeth as she tightened herself around him, slowly raising back up, her juices coating his throbbing cock. "You made my cock so fuckin' hard now-- Fuck!" The last word left his mouth in a deep groan as she sucked his thumb into her mouth right before she dropped her hips hard, taking him deep with one smooth motion of her hips.

Madison moaned as she sucked his thumb into her mouth, her moan quickly turning to a strangled cry as she took his cock deep with a hard drop of her hips, feeling his hand leave her ass to slide up her side to cradle her firm breast in his large hand, his thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple, tugging on it, sending another wave of white-hot need through her already tense body. Her gaze locked with his in the shadows as she started to ride him hard again, her moans growing louder and louder as every slide of his cock rubbed her sweet spot, sending her closer to that second orgasm faster than she wanted. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel, leaning back further as his hands coasted down her body to grip her hips, angling them just a little bit more, pulling her down even harder as the swollen head of his cock hit all the right spots, a sudden rush of wet heat saturating her already sopping wet walls.

"Oh, fuck... your cock..." she moaned, slowing the motion of her hips, trying to ease the sensations that were spiraling through her, pushing her closer to that edge that she desperately clawed away from but knew he was going to have her begging to go over, because every slide of his cock... She let go of the steering wheel and pitched herself forward, catching her weight with her open palms on his chest, against the seat, resting her cheek to the side of his head, her breathing heavy as she rode him hard, every fall of her hips taking him deep, every moan filling his ears, every cry bouncing off the confines of the car as the need to cum grew even stronger, tightening inside her until... he started to fuck her. "Oh, daddy. Fuck me. Hard. Please fuck me."

Jacob caught her weight against him, his arm locking around her sweaty back as she rode him hard. He could feel her orgasm tightening inside of her, feel her sopping wet pussy gripping his cock even harder as she struggled to keep from cumming, her labored breaths fanning his hair, his own orgasm clawing at him. He shoved his fingers into her sweaty hair, holding her forehead against his as he ran his hand down her back to dig his fingers into her firm ass, pulling her up higher as she dropped even harder, her strangled moans of 'daddy' filling his ears. His breath fanned her face, his breathing just as labored as hers as his heart slammed in his chest, the need for her submission tightening inside of him. He pressed his shoulders hard into his seat, bracing his feet against the floorboard as his hips came up, thrusting his cock deep as her hips came down, his thighs hitting her bare ass, her cry piercing his ear. He fisted his fingers into her hair, holding her tighter, groaning as she dug her nails into his skin, giving her what she wanted, what he craved, what they both needed.

His breath was hot against her lips. "Don't cum, babydoll... not yet... just keep taking it," he grated out, thrusting up into her again and again. "You're being such a good girl... that daddy's cumming with you." He thrust into her hard and deep, groaning as every slide of his bare cock filled her again and again, every retreat tugging on her wet flesh, rubbing on her sweet spot and driving her closer and closer until her juices starting to trickle out of her as her cries turned to heavy breaths that fanned his face as she struggled to keep her orgasm at bay. She was doing so good, but he wasn't. "Fuck, you're so wet. So tight... I can't..."

He drove into her again, the car rocking under the force of his thrust. "Give it to me. Cum, babydoll, cum for daddy," he growled. And her high-pitched cry filled the car, her petite body shaking hard against him as her orgasm rolled through her body, her wet walls spasming around his hard cock as with one last hard thrust of his hips that sent his cock deep, a deep groan tearing from his throat as his own orgasm shook his strong body hard, spurt after heavy spurt of hot semen coating her creamy walls as her juices gushed out of her to spill down his scrotum and onto the seat.

Madison dug her nails into his bare shoulder, her other hand gripping the back of the seat hard, crying out as he thrust up hard into her, his thighs hitting her bare ass. She pressed her forehead to his, feeling every labored breath that he exhaled fan her lips, as her orgasm tightened inside her, threatening to pull her under before she could even beg for release, but his words, his affirmations and her desire to please him, to be his good girl had her holding on tighter to him, fighting her orgasm, letting it build and build inside her until he let her succumb to the intense pleasure he was inflicting on her with every hard, deep thrust of his cock.

And when he finally let her surrender to him, she cried out, her powerful orgasm rolling through her body in such a strong wave that she shook harder against him then she ever had before, her tender yet drenched pussy contracting around his thick cock as it pulsed deep inside her, milking each heavy spurt of hot, sticky semen out of him until there was nothing left, his deep groan of dominate surrender filling her ears as her own juices poured out of her, soaking him and coating her swollen flesh. She sank against him, her legs quivering hard as the last waves of her orgasm rolled through her body, a weak moan escaping her when she felt his lips press against her forehead, the tip of her nose, her lips. "I love you," she whispered, right before his mouth closed over hers hard.

Jacob struggled to catch his breath, feeling her petite body trembling against him as the last waves of her orgasm rolled through her, as the pulsations of her creamy, semen coated walls slowly started to wane, his cock twitching in her tight hold as the last of his powerful orgasm spurted inside her, finally filling her, claiming her as his. He softly kissed her sweaty forehead, the tip of her nose, groaning against her lips as she confessed her love to him, kissing her hard, his tongue rough at first and then gentle as he let go of her ass to cup the side of her face in his hand, his thumb caressing her dewy cheek, groaning as her tongue found its way into his mouth as she kissed him back, her hand gliding up his neck to curl into his sweaty hair. He broke the kiss, his hot breath fanning her lips as his heart started to regain a normal rhythm only to lurch in his chest when he finally found the words he truly needed to say and meant every single one. "I love you so much, Maddie," he rasped against her lips before kissing her again, swallowing her moan as his hand glided up and down the length of her sweaty back.

He lifted his mouth from hers, pressing another quick kiss to her lips, gliding his hands down her back to cup her ass again, her own hands bracing herself against his shoulder and the seat, her breaths fanning his hair as he lifted her up, the glans of his cock tugging on her slippery walls, bringing with it their comingled fluids as he popped out of her tight hold, letting her sink back down onto his thighs. He pushed her sweaty hair back from her face, feeling the heat from her cheek against his palm, her dewy skin as he ran his fingertips down the middle of her torso.

Madison licked her lips when he broke the kiss, bracing herself against him, whimpering as he slowly lifted her up, the still swollen glans of his cock tugging on her tender yet drenched walls, a tiny cry escaping her when he finally popped out, carefully sinking down onto his strong thighs. She didn't think she would ever get use to the size of his cock but the pleasure, oh the pleasure he brought her every time. She could feel his hot semen sliding out of her and she clenched her pelvic muscles, trying to hold it in, gasping at the feel of his fingers as he carefully, tenderly slid them between the swollen walls of her labia, gathering up their milky mixture, pressing his fingers against her to push more of it out of her dripping vagina. Or to push it back in.

"Are you going to be a brat again?" he whispered as he slipped his hand between her wide-spread legs, his middle and ring finger quickly catching their combined fluids that started to seep out of her, feeling it slowly start to slide down his fingers in the darkness, gathering up as much of them as he could. "Your pussy is no different than your mouth, babydoll. When daddy gives himself to you, you're supposed to keep it. No wasting a single drop." He raised his hand and slipped his fingers, heavily coated with their milky white fluids into her waiting mouth, biting back a groan as she moaned and sucked his fingers clean, turning his fingers in her mouth as her tongue caught every last drop, pulling them out of her pursed lips as she nodded her head.

She could smell their combined fluids on his fingers when he raised his hand and she opened her mouth, her tongue sliding between the length of his fingers as she licked and sucked them clean, moaning as their flavor exploded on her tongue. She instantly tightened her pelvic muscles at his words, trying to keep any more of his semen from seeping out of her. If getting fucked hard and being fed his orgasm was what she got for being a brat, then she would do it again and again. "Yes, daddy," she moaned, nodding her head and smiling a cheeky smile in the shadowy darkness of the car's interior.

"That's what I thought," he whispered. He reached down and wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock, drawing his fingers up, gathering up her creamy fluids and the last of his semen, slipping his thumb and finger into her mouth, the darkness hiding his cocky grin as she eagerly sucked on his fingers again, pleased that she enjoyed the flavor of his semen, her own pussy. "Are you going to tease daddy again?" he asked, pulling his thumb and then his finger past her lips, watching in the shadowy darkness as she licked her lips and nodded her head, voicing her affirmative answer. "Then you know what your punishment will be."

He caught her chin and kissed her, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth and tasting his own flavor that lingered on her tongue, lifting his mouth from hers just as a set of headlights reflected in an arc through the foggy tinted windows, quickly turning to taillights as the other vehicle drove past the park, completely ignoring them, reminding them of where they were. He cupped the side of her face in his hand and kissed her again, first on her lips and then on her forehead, the side of his thumb caressing her heated skin. He had just fucked her hard and they didn't dare stay in the park any longer. "Sorry, babydoll, but there's no time for aftercare. We need to get home."

Madison nodded her head. Her legs were still weak, and she carefully moved off of his lap, sliding across the center console with his help and eased herself down onto the passenger seat, feeling more of him seep out of her. She found her skirt between the door and the seat, pulling it out and turning it around in the darkness, feeling for the ties, realizing this was the first time she had ever dressed herself after they had sex, he had always done that for her, making sure she was presentable again, and this was also the first time it had been hard and fast. And she loved every second of it.

She bent over and slipped her feet into the top of the skirt, pulling it up her legs and lifting her hips off the seat to tug it up higher, fastening it the best she could around her waist, smoothing it down around her legs. She pulled her top up over her swollen breasts, feeling the material rasp over her hard nipples as she tied it back into place behind her neck, listening as he struggled with his own clothes in the confines of the driver's seat, the dome light coming on when he popped his door open. She combed her hair back from her face, looking over at him as he slowly smiled, making sure she was completely covered before he pushed his door open further, standing up and pulling his boxer trunks and trousers up over his hips at the same time, the door concealing him in the night.

Jacob popped his door open, the dome light coming on, and he looked over at Madison in the passenger seat as she straightened the last of her clothing, her hair a complete mess. He always dressed her after sex but there was not enough time for him to savor that little guilty pleasure, they had already risked too much time fucking in his car in a closed park to even chance post orgasm aftercare. He pushed his door open partway and, making sure there were no other cars around, stood up, yanking his boxer trunks and trousers up over his ass, reaching down and adjusting his slowly softening cock still sticky with their dried comingled fluids before tugging his trunks up the rest of the way and jamming the tails of his shirt into his trousers before fastening them. And that was another thing they didn't dare risk, her slow and meticulous cleaning of his cock and scrotum with her eager tongue and mouth. He tugged his tie loose the rest of the way and jammed it into his pocket, swearing under his breath at the missing buttons on his shirt. She had been just as impassioned as him and desperate to feel his bare skin.

He slid back down behind the steering wheel and pulled his door closed, leaving it unlatched so the dome light would stay on, condensation still covering the windows. He reached over and cupped the side of her face in his hand, turning her face towards his, looking deep into those baby blues that were filled with a lustful desire that was only beginning to match his, her slow cheeky smile making his heart beat faster. Ever since that first kiss, she teased him, tormented him and tested his patience, and he couldn't wait to see what she would dish out next now that she knew his true nature and her own desire to submit to him, to please him. To truly love him. He slowly caressed her cheek with the side of his thumb as he drew in a deep breath, the heady smell of raucous sex still filled the interior of his car, making him only want her again just as hard.

He bit back a groan as she reached up and combed her fingers through his hair that she had thoroughly tousled, trying to get the wavy locks to lay back in place. "I will tame that bratty side of you even if it takes me a lifetime, and I've got all the time in the world," he promised. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and dropped his hand from her cheek, straightening in his seat as he reached for his glasses on the dashboard and slipped them on, trying not to chuckle when she playfully messed his hair back up. He looked over at her as he pulled his door closed the rest of the way, slowly smiling at her. "Put your seatbelt on and leave it on."

Madison rested her head on the back of the seat as she gazed up at him, listening to him as he promised to tame the brat he had created, knowing she would never fully obey him if she got spanked and fucked hard as a punishment. She reached up and combed her fingers through his messy waves in an effort to tame his sweaty hair, that stubborn lock falling back down over his brow. He looked sexier than hell all disheveled and unkempt, more so because she knew it bothered him to not be impeccably groomed and the missing buttons on his shirt only added to that hot mess of a man sitting beside her.

She combed the last of his hair back into place, smoothing the back of her fingers over the much shorter hair over his ear, her nails lightly scratching the back curve as she drew her hand down the side of his neck, the pad of her thumb caressing his earlobe as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. When he straightened in his seat, she reached back up and ran her fingers vigorously through his hair, messing up what she had just neatly put back into place, a tiny laugh escaping her when his stern gaze turned to a cocky grin, giving him his answer. He could try to tame her, but she wasn't stopping any time soon. She straightened in her own seat and reached for her seatbelt, latching it into place.

Jacob started the car, the powerful engine roaring to life, and he let it idle in place until the windows were clear and the faint glow of the city lights illuminated the interior through the windshield. He shifted the car into gear and drove around the empty lot to the exit, still not believing that they hadn't gotten caught because what they did broke more than just a few laws, not that she didn't have him breaking rules before, his heart still pounding in his chest from the illicitness of everything. He had a deep-down feeling that she would try the very same thing again in the future and he was either going to have to get a bigger car or they were going to have to dine in restaurants that were in the close vicinity of hotels. He turned back onto the road and drove the short distance to the stop sign before turning to cross the bridge that would take them through the south side of the city to the onramp.

Once he was on the interstate and in the passing lane driving past the late evening traffic did he finally slide his hand over her leg, inching up the material of her skirt until his warm palm was resting on the soft skin of her inner thigh, his thumb softly caressing back and forth. He felt her leg tense under his gentle touch and he reached up, brushing the back of his fingers over her cheek, saying, "I know you're sore, babydoll, and I'll get you a nice hot relaxing bath when we get home," before he dropped his hand back down to her thigh, his thumb once again caressing her skin.

He briefly gazed over at her in the darkness as she faced him the best she could in her seat, her eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips. His babydoll, his little brat, his one true love. She loved him before they risked everything to be together, she loved him before she knew everything about him and she loved him even more after and he was going to protect her and keep her safe because behind all that strength and discipline was a woman that needed an even stronger man to meet her every need, give her everything she desired and be there to catch her if she ever did fall. And he would always be right there beside her with his arms open wide.

Madison smiled in the darkness, the streetlights along the interstate intermittingly lighting up the interior of the car before going completely dark as they left Riverton, turning in her seat so she was facing him a little bit better, pressing her knee to the center console and dropping her other knee down a little bit lower so his hand, as always, had free access to her thigh. She tensed under his touch, her muscles still a little sore from all that they were put through this evening, and she reached down, sliding her hand over the back of his, just holding it against the inside of her thigh to keep it from wandering any higher, not that it would again, especially while they were on the interstate driving at a much higher rate of speed.

She closed her eyes at the sound of his smooth voice, his words as he promised to take care of her yet again and always, his gentle touch making her feel safe even though they risked a lot tonight, all of it her doing. And she didn't regret one single second, especially calling him daddy. It may have gotten her fucked harder, but it got her a much deeper emotional connection to the man that she loved, the man that was taking care of her every desire, her every need and her every want.

And the only thing she desired, needed and wanted was him.

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The master bedroom was softly lit by the lamp on the nightstand and Madison pulled the blankets back and climbed onto the king-size bed, scooting to the middle as she settled down against the pile of pillows, tugging the tail of the burgundy silk pajama shirt she was wearing out from under her bare bottom, shoving her legs under the sheet and blanket as she made herself comfortable. Jacob had found the rose scented bubble bath she had stashed in his bathroom, filling the bathtub with hot water and more than enough fragrant bubbles to last the entirety of their relaxing, soothing soak, a contented sigh escaping her as she sank back against his chest, resting her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her, just holding her for several minutes before he started to massage every sore muscle in her body, her own hands exploring every muscle in his, his hands kneading, her fingers tracing.

Now that she was fully aware of his dominate nature, and as they relaxed in the bathtub, he informed her of his rules; the ones that were never to be broken, the ones that could be renegotiated and the ones that he might be willing to bend and what her punishment would be if she ever disobeyed him. He answered her questions, reassuring her that even though it sounded scary at first, he would never hurt her, always protect her and keep her safe, and in return she got his faithfulness, commitment and undying love, and when she made no move to leave the security of his arms, he gave her a long, slow deep kiss. After the water had cooled, he helped her out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around her body and one around his hips, drying and combing her hair like he always did, slipping his pajama shirt down over her head before he pulled on the bottoms, giving her a soft kiss on her lips before she walked out of the bathroom to settle into his bed.

Madison slowly licked her bottom lip, her teeth grazing across the fullness as she watched Jacob shut off the light behind him as he walked out of the bathroom, his pajama pants tied and slung low on his hips, every clearly defined muscle of his torso tempting her again. She didn't think she would ever tire of seeing him only half dressed in the comfort of his own home and she knew she would never get enough of touching him as much as he always had to touch her. She raised her head, her gaze locking with his as he knelt on the foot of the bed, that slow cocky grin coming to his face as he crawled up the mattress on his hands and knees, straddling her legs, his fists right next to her hips.

She slowly smiled, reaching up and cupping his stubbled jaw in her hands, leaning forwards and giving him a soft kiss, breathing in the not-so-manly rose scent that clung to his skin, knowing that he didn't care what fragrance she chose as long as they were in the tub together. She softly moaned against his lips, kissing him again. "I want ice cream," she whispered, her smile only getting bigger against his lips when his own smile turned to a soft chuckle and a kiss to the side of her neck.

Jacob knelt on the bed, crawling up the length of the mattress, his hot gaze holding hers the entire way. She looked so beautiful sitting in the middle of his bed wearing just his pajama top, the silk softly caressing her naked breasts and hard nipples, the tails bunched up around the tops of her thighs. She had a couple pairs of her own pajamas in the dresser drawer, but he slipped his own shirt down over her head, greedily watching as the silk caressed every inch of her rose scented skin down to the middle of her thighs, gently tugging her damp hair out of the neckline.

He didn't care if she only wore his shirts around the house, tempting him to unbutton how every many buttons she chose to fasten, so he could see every bare inch of her as she paraded around, teasing and tormenting him. He didn't care if she stood in front of him while he was cooking, caressing his backside while he admired her frontside, or if she just lounged on the couch and waited for him to bring her what ever she wanted from the kitchen just as long as she was by his side and in his bed.

He set his fists into the mattress on either side of her hips, his nose brushing hers as she leaned forward and reached up with both hands to cup the sides of his face, her soft lips brushing across his. He kissed her softly, his tongue darting across her top lip, smiling at her request for ice cream. He bent his head to kiss the side of her neck, shifting his weight as he reached up and pushed the top button on her shirt through its hole, baring the inside curve of her breasts to his greedy gaze, the back of his finger caressing her soft skin. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," he whispered, pressing another kiss to the side of her neck before he crawled off of the bed, knowing her eyes were on his backside the entire way out of the bedroom, knowing that it didn't matter that she was so much younger than him.

Jacob came back into the bedroom a few minutes later carrying a pint of ice cream in each hand, a spoon shoved into the middle of each container, stopping next to the edge of the bed. He looked down at her as she sat up a little further, her gaze shifting from the colorful cartons in each hand to his face. If she had as much of a weakness as he did for ice cream there was no need to dish a small portion out into bowls, they would devour the entire pint in one sitting, and what she didn't finish, he certainly would. Even though he had forgotten to ask her what kind of ice cream she wanted when they had gone shopping for her snacks so he could keep her favorite on hand, he took a chance and grabbed two different pints from the five flavors he had, hoping that she would like the same ones that he did. If not, he was making a midnight run to the twenty-four-hour grocery store. "Strawberry cheesecake or pistachio," he said, holding first one container and then the other out to her, letting her choose which sinful dessert she wanted.

Madison slowly licked her lips, looking from one container in his outstretched hand to the other one, trying to decide which flavor she wanted, when what she really wanted was between them because he had no right to look that hot holding two pints of ice cream. But she would settle for the frozen dessert first. She knew her impatience was eating at him, and the longer it took her to decide, the more the ice cream melted. With one last lick of her lips, she stretched out her hands. "Both, but I'll start with the pistachio." She did a happy little wiggle when he smiled that cocky smile and handed her the container of nutty ice cream, wrapping her fingers around the handle and pulling the spoon out of the middle of the dessert and giving it a lick, looking up at him as he climbed onto the bed, pushing the pillows aside as he settled his weight behind her. She didn't know what could be better than this right here.

She lifted the bedding so he could slide his legs under the covers along the length of hers, the smooth silk of his pajama pants caressing her bare skin, and she straightened out the blanket, snuggling back against his bare chest as she scooped out a spoonful of ice cream and slid it into her mouth. She rested her head on his shoulder, savoring the flavor of the rich, creamy decadent dessert as it slowly melted on her tongue, swallowing before she reached out with her spoon to scoop up some of his strawberry ice cream when he held the container down for her, her gaze holding his as she slowly pulled the spoon out of her mouth, leaving traces of pink cream on her lips. She smiled when he bent his head and pressed his lips, cold from his own bite of ice cream, to her warm forehead. "If this is how our weekends are going to be while I'm in college, I can get use to eating ice cream in bed."

Jacob curled his hand around the top of the headboard, bracing his weight with one hand, holding his carton of ice cream in the other, as he stepped up onto the bed, pushing the extra pillows aside with his bare foot as he set his feet on either side of her hips, slowly sitting down behind her and sliding his legs along the length of hers when she lifted the blankets. He rested his shoulders against the headboard, reaching up and moving the length of her damp hair to the side as she snuggled down against his bare chest, settling into her favorite cozy and comfortable spot between his legs. He reached up and brushed a lock of hair away from her forehead, tucking the strand behind her ear, watching as she savored the flavor of her dessert as he scooped up a spoonful of strawberries and chunks of graham crackers with his own spoon, slipping it into his mouth, holding the container down so she could have some of his ice cream before stealing a spoonful from her pint.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, reaching up with the side of his thumb to wipe away the slight trace of ice cream from her skin that he left behind with his lips. He caressed the side of her neck with the back of his fingers, gazing down at her in the dim light, his eyes wandering from her face to the bare curves of her breasts that were revealed from the button he had undone on her oversized top, slipping his cold fingers into her shirt, watching her nipples harden even more against the silk as the tips of his fingers lightly brushed over her puckered areolas. He took another bite of his ice cream, the frozen concoction cooling his heated desires as he tried to refrain from unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way and smearing the softening ice cream across her skin only to slowly lick it up with his tongue.

He tried not to give himself brain freeze as he cleared his thoughts with another quick bite, almost freezing his lungs instead. He was starting to regret pushing her to go to the university hospital, he selfishly wanted her next to him every night, but a better education and the opportunity to advance in her career was far greater than his own needs and they were going to make it work because he wasn't losing her. "I'll be up every weekend. You won't have to worry about anything other than studying. In your down time we'll keep up on your karate, have a little fun, and yes, we'll eat ice cream in bed. But you also have to call me at least twice a day, obey my rules even when I'm not there, because you know what will happen if you make daddy mad."

"Yes," Madison whispered, nodding her head, a slow cheeky smile coming to her face, knowing exactly what would happen to her, that smile fading when she knew what would ultimately happen if she broke his first two rules. She would be out of his life with nothing. She'd already seen that happen a few months ago when he got that picture message after school, and she loved him too much to ever cheat on him with another man. She took another spoonful of ice cream from his container, slipping the spoon into her mouth as he took a generous helping from her carton, a slight shiver coming over her from the temperature of the frozen dessert, smiling around the spoon still in her mouth when he pulled the blankets up higher around her body, tucking them just under her breasts.

From the very beginning, from the first time he had called her 'mine', she had a feeling that he was dominate and as their relationship progressed, she discovered just how much of a brat she could be towards him, pushing his limits, and how powerful she felt submitting to him, and now that she fully understood everything, she would never do anything to jeopardize his love and trust. She finished the last of her ice cream and let him take the carton from her to set it on the night stand next to his empty one. She snuggled back against the warmth of his bare chest, feeling his legs press just a little bit closer to hers, keeping her cozy, safe and warm.

She caressed the length of his forearm that was tucked up under her breasts, her cold fingers tracing the length of the protruding vein in the back of his hand that was curled protectively around her side, the length of her fingers sliding between the thickness of his, holding them there as he curled his fingers around hers. She could feel his warm breath fanning her skin when he tucked his cheek against the side of her head and she closed her eyes, taking solace in the protective hold of his arms. She never thought that she would have ended up like this, deeply, madly in love with her teacher in life, love and ultimate surrender, Mr. Hottie, the one everyone longed for but could never have, could only dream about touching, could only be hers.

Madison stifled her yawn with the back of her hand as sleep started to overcome her and she shifted her weight, moving out from between the security of his legs, to lay down next to him as he moved down into the bed with her as they settled in for the night. She snuggled down tight against his side as he pulled the blankets up around her torso, sliding her bare thigh across his silk encased ones and resting her head on his chest, a tiny sigh escaping her when he wrapped his arm around her, holding her close. She slowly traced her finger across his scar, along the indentations that bisected each muscle on his chest and abdomen, her hand dipping dangerously low towards the waist of his pajama pants, only to slid up his side, curling around his ribs as she started to drift off to sleep. "Don't leave me in the morning," she murmured, "just sleep here with me."

Jacob moved down further, settling into the coziness of his bed, biting back a groan as she wiggled herself as close to him as humanly possible, her bare thigh sliding over his silk covered ones, a smile coming to his lips as a contented sigh escaped her as she slowly drifted off to sleep like a kitten with its belly full of cream. He wrapped his arm around her back, holding her against him as he softly brushed her hair back from her face with his other hand, combing his fingers through the length of her damp hair, no longer wondering if being twelve years older than her was going to be a problem. He loved her more than he ever thought possible, loved that she could take care of herself if he wasn't around, wasn't afraid to physically go rounds with him to better her own abilities, and could care less about what was in his bank accounts.

To think that it was his love of reading those classic first-edition novels that he was never supposed to touch in his grandfather's library was the reason why he became an English teacher in the first place. And his inability to keep from touching what he shouldn't was the reason why she was in his bed, sleeping peacefully beside him. He reached over and shut off the bedside lamp, plunging the bedroom into semi-darkness as the glow of the moon filtered in through the sheer curtains covering the windows. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, resting his hand on his abdomen, closing his eyes before finally drifting off to a peaceful sleep with his babydoll curled up by his side.

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Jacob woke with the rising sun, slowly opening his eyes, breathing in the scent of roses that clung to Madison's skin, to the bedsheets. She was lying on her back, sound asleep with her face turned towards him, her shallow breaths fanning his face, the weight of his body pinning half of her under him. She had one bare leg stretched out along the inside length of his, her other one draped over his silk covered hip and thigh that was wedged up under her bent leg, his knee pressed firmly into the mattress. He had one arm shoved under the pillow her head was resting on, and his other hand was clasping hers against the pillow, holding her under him so she couldn't leave him, not that she ever would.

He could feel every breath, every beat of her heart against his chest as she slept there peacefully, and remembering her words that she had murmured to him right before she went to sleep, he slowly drew his hand down her arm, along her side, inching the silk pajama top higher as he caressed her back, sliding his hand higher to curl protectively around the back of her neck, snuggling his face into the curve of her neck and shoulder. He slowly smiled when a soft, contented moan escaped her as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder, her leg tighter around his hip, holding him in her sleep. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep, not waking again until the afternoon sun was streaming in through the windows, warming both of their bodies as her fingers sifted through his hair and her soft kiss awakened him even more.

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To Be Continued...