Take a Breath (Take 1)

by Jaimie Roberts

  Oh dear, maybe coming here wasn’t a good idea. I swig the rest of my drink down for Dutch courage. I hate being put in these situations. First Tony, now this. “Tom, I can’t, I have to be honest with you. I’m seeing someone.” The look of disappointment rose in his face.

  “Oh, I see.”

  Jackson then decides to come bouncing round to me, “John, you’re not doing your job properly; look the lovely lady’s drink is empty. What will you have lovely Ana?”

  I jump as a familiar sexy voice comes from behind me, “She will be having nothing from you asshole. I’m taking her home.”

  Oh shit, am I in trouble. I spin my bar stool around and notice John moves a couple of steps away. He really is intimidated. Jackson however, doesn’t seem the type to know when to quit.

  “Hey, who do you think you are ordering the lady around?”

  Jackson puts his hand on my shoulder and I immediately clam up. Oh double shit. Wrong move Jackson. Jake as if on cue comes over to the man and grabs his hand and squeezes tightly. Jackson’s bravado has now gone as he lets out a yelp and bends over. Jake then leans over him and whispers in his ear, “You fucking lay your hands off her, or next time it will be your balls I grab. Do you get what I’m saying asshole?”

  Jackson nods frantically and Jake lets go of his hand. He glares over at John, a look of thunder on his face, which makes John inadvertently step back even further. Jackson’s face is as red as a beetroot as he frantically rubs his wrist and tries to control his breathing. Jake then stands to face me expectantly.

  “Out now Ana.”

  I sit rooted to the chair and just about everyone in the bar is watching the spectacle. Jessie’s looking stunned, but utterly fascinated by the whole thing. I still sit.

  “Ana, do as you’re told.”

  I can’t help it, it must be the drink making me brave, but I smirk at him. With that big mistake, Jake grabs me and hurls me over his shoulder.

  “Jessie you too. I’m taking you home.”

  Jessie quickly does as she’s told and grabs both her bag and mine. Jake throws some money on the table for Sam and drags me out of the bar despite my protests.

  He crosses over the road, with me still propped up over his shoulder and Jessie running along silently amused behind us. He plonks me down in front of his car and looks to Jessie.

  “I thought I could trust you of all people Jessie.”

  The madness erupts, “Don’t you dare take this out on Jessie, she’s done nothing wrong. You’re a fucking control freak.” Jake red faced looks at me and waves his finger.

  “I would rather be a control freak and have you safe than to find you dead in an alley somewhere. You got that? And stop fucking swearing.”

  I scream, “Argh, I hate you sometimes.” I stamp my feet.

  “Good, now get in the fucking car, you too Jessie.”

  We both get in as Jessie tries to calm the situation, “Jake don’t be mad at us, it was just a quick drink and those guys at the bar were harmless. We weren’t going to accept a drink from them; they hadn’t been there long before you came in.”

  Jakes starts the car and makes his way out of the parking lot.

  “Jessie, I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it’s not washing with me at the moment ok?”

  We all sit in uncomfortable silence for what seems like an eternity, until eventually Jake pulls in to the Sunnyside apartment complex, that Jessie lives on in Fairfax.

  I get out the car with her and she thanks Jake.

  We give each other a hug and she whispers, “Are you going to be ok?”

  I nod at her and we say our goodbyes.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Jessie heads off and I climb back in the car. I look over towards Jake still mad as hell and sensing he feels the same. He won’t look at me and his hands are tightly wound over the steering wheel. Is he still going to be this way even after the killer’s caught? I have to wonder. He pulls away still not looking at me or uttering a word. As Jake reverses into the garage, I quickly get out as he stops and I let myself in. Matthew isn’t here, but I remember he has football practice at 5pm on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, so that’s where he will be now. I rush up to my room and slam the door not wanting to see or speak to Jake. A minute or so later, I have no choice as Jake practically rams his 6’3” frame into my room.

  “I haven’t finished with you yet Ana, not by a long shot.”

  I run around to get into my bathroom but he grabs me before I can even get inside. He lifts me up and takes me kicking and screaming into his room. “Jake put me down and leave me the fuck alone.”

  Jake smacks my bottom, “Language Ana.”

  He places me by his bed as I edge myself up against his wall.

  “You deliberately went against my wishes Ana and not only that when I do find you at the bar, you have three jerk offs buzzing round you like fucking dogs on heat. What was that asshole John doing there anyway? What the fuck did he want?”

  My goodness he was pissed. Right back at ya Mr Bennett. “He just wanted to see how I was that’s all. His friend left a lot to be desired and probably deserved the shit you gave him, but that doesn’t mean you can go around throwing me over your shoulder every five minutes and dragging me back to your cave.” Jake steps closer to me, so close that it starts my breathing going and my heart racing. I want to be so mad at him, but he makes it so hard at times. “No one fucking touches you, you got that Ana. You’re mine. You never disobey an order from me like that again.”

  I glare at him, “You’re ordering me now, like some Sergeant Major?” I was beyond pissed now.

  “Yes, that’s fucking right Ana. You obviously haven’t got a clue to this serious shit going on around you at the moment and think it’s wise to put yourself out there, to anyone who can grab you and take you away. I’m not fucking having any of it ok? I know what’s best for you and you have to respect what I say as gospel.”

  I close my eyes, “And what happens after this killer is caught Jake? Are you still going to be throwing me over your shoulder in bars and taking me back home?” He places one finger in between my breasts and slides down towards me belly. An intoxicated moan escapes me that I did not wish to let out. Damn alcohol, you’ve let me down.

  “If I have to. You don’t know how fucking crazy it makes me to see other men drooling around you. I want to round them all up and beat the living crap out of them. I’ve never felt this way about anyone Ana. You’ve cast some sort of spell on me.”

  I can’t take anymore. I grab a handful of hair and push his head towards mine in a frenzied kiss. He squeezes my breasts and I move my hand down his back, digging my fingernails in, and down towards his gorgeous ass.

  He moans in my mouth, “You taste of liquor.”

  I reach down to unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers that fall to the floor. “Yeah, and I still fucking hate you Mr Bennett.” He yanks up my skirt, grabs my bum and lifts me up, thumping me against the wall. I can’t help it, a moan escapes me. How can I still be so angry but so turned on at the same time? I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want this right now. I’m grabbing a hold of his back as he thrusts his tongue deep into my mouth.

  He pulls away to say, “Watch your fucking language,” before finding my mouth again.

  His hand wanders down to my thigh and as he does he grabs the edge of my knickers and rips them off me in one fell swoop. It seems to be so easy for him, like it was a piece of paper. He places a hand in between my legs and puts a finger inside me.

  “Your pussy gives you away to me every time Ana. You want me inside you so badly don’t you?”

  He flicks his thumb around and starts rubbing my clit and I cry out.

  “Do you want me inside you Ana? Tell me and your wish is my command.”

  I try to nod my head as my body quivers under his touch. “Yes Jake, please.” He rubs on more and I feel as though I’m coming apart.

  “Please what Ana.”


  This is torturous heaven, “Please Jake; I want to feel your cock inside me.” With that he releases his finger and props me up further on the wall and inserts himself in me with one forceful grunt. I cry out at the pleasurable pain of the first entrance, but it soon fades as he is pounding himself in me, up against the wall. His strength is enormous as he carries on and on burying his head in my neck biting and grunting. I’ve never had sex up against the wall before. The feeling of no control has the fire in my pussy burn with desire. He squeezes my hip and that one little touch brings the tingles alight throughout my whole body. I know I am close, as I start to feel the walls tightening around him. “Jake,” I shudder.

  “I know, let go Ana, let go for me. Let me feel you around my cock.”

  He grunts on and I let loose screaming out his name as I dig my nails into his back.

  “Fuck, Ana, every fucking time you do this to me.”

  He makes a beautiful animalistic sound as he releases his hot cum inside, and like always I accept every single bit he’s got to release. He rests his forehead on my shoulder and I let out a contented sigh.

  We stay there a few moments until we hear the door open and Matthew’s voice booming from downstairs. Jake stiffens and quickly drops me. I almost fall to the floor and start giggling uncontrollably.

  “Oops, sorry Ana, you ok?”

  I nod my head and pull my skirt down as I watch Jake frantically trying to do his trousers up, hopping around the room. He falls down on the floor with a loud thump and I can’t help it the giggles turn in to haughty laughter. I press my hand over my mouth as I try so hard not to laugh too loudly. Finally Jake manages to get up from the floor, trousers intact just in time for Matthew’s knocking on the door.

  “Everything ok in there?”

  I look at Jake still trying to stifle my giggles as he shakes his head to answer the door, but not before spying my panties still lying on the floor. He picks them up quickly and places them in his pocket. Once the door is open Matthew studies us for a moment and notices my silly grin.

  His mouth twitches up into a smile, “What have I missed?”

  I start laughing again as Jake leads Matthews away from the door.

  “Nothing Matthew, Ana’s just a little drunk and fell over that’s all.”

  My laughter abruptly stops. The little shit’s blamed it all on me.

  “It sounds as though someone had a good time tonight and it’s only 7:30. Are you ok, you didn’t hurt yourself did you Ana?”

  I shake my head, “No, no. I’m fine Matthew. Right as rain me, but thanks for asking. Your dad helped me out no end.” Matthew smiled obviously a little amused at my ‘drunkenness,’ but completely oblivious to my insinuation. Jake however stiffens and leads Matthew towards the stairs.

  “So how was practice Matthew?”

  The boys disappear and only muffled sounds could be heard after that.

  I stumble out of my work clothes and feel a shower is in order after today. I step in and let the cool water envelope me as I close my eyes. Boy I needed that. The drink soon starts wearing off and I’m left a little fuzzy headed from the remains of the alcohol still in my system. I dry myself off and look through the wardrobe and drawers for some comfortable clothes. I eventually settle on a pair of short denim shorts and a loose fitting white blouse. I then head on downstairs where the smell of cooked chicken greats me. My stomach growls in protest, as I head for the door.

  Jake comes over and hands me a tall glass of orange juice which I thank him for and he looks all over me appreciatively. I nearly melt then and there. It’s amazing how my emotions seem to be changing so rapidly around him.

  He carries on frying his chicken as Matthew speaks, “Are you coming tomorrow night Ana? I have a match at 6pm against Richmond.”

  I look to Jake and he nods, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  Matthew beams, “Great. Should be fun kicking their ass.”

  Jake spins round, “Hey watch it son.”

  I giggle, Jake certainly has a thing about people using bad language round him yet he swears like a trooper. “Well, I’m certainly looking forward to someone around here getting their asses kicked.” Matthew looks at me frowns but then smiles, Jake just glares at me.

  “Watch it Ana.”

  I start laughing again, “Jake I’m sorry but I can’t take you seriously when you have an apron on and you’re pointing your spatula at me.” Matthew rears into a fit of giggles and at first Jake stands there not amused, but even he succumbs to the laughter in the end, and we all bellowing around the kitchen.

  “We all look so happy. It’s so nice to see.”

  Jake and I both smile at Matthew’s comment and then we smile at each other, seeming to agree with Matthew’s observation.

  A ring on the doorbell brings us out of our moment as I go to answer the door.

  “Hold up Ana, you’re not answering that.”

  He flies out of the kitchen as I roll my eyes at Matthew.

  Jake yells out, “I saw that,” as his back is turned and out the door.

  “How on earth did he see that?”

  Matthew starts laughing, “I think cops have these special chips inserted into their brains as they join the force. It enables them, as well as other things to see behind their backs.”

  I ponder his witty comment for a moment as in walks Jake with Marcos behind him.

  “I’m sorry to trouble you all at such a time. I see you’re having dinner. Ana, I just want a very quick word with you that’s all.”

  I look at him, nod and proceed out of the door and into the living area where we both take a seat. “Do you want me to get you a drink Agent Marcos?”

  He shakes his head, “No, no that’s fine; I won’t be long and please call me Andrew.”

  I acknowledge his request as he begins.

  “I assume you know all about what has happened in the last 24hrs hours?” I nod. “Well after what you told me we tried to match the DNA of the hair we found at the scene with the DNA database, in the hope a match would be found towards Alan Martin, but it wasn’t I’m afraid. Whoever is doing this hasn’t committed a crime that we know of before. It makes life a little more difficult, but rest assured we’re not going to back down. We will find the asshole. As you are probably aware we have requested that everyone at the station give their DNA willingly, with the strict instructions to us that all will be destroyed once each person is eliminated. We will be calling in people one by one first thing tomorrow morning. It will cause a little upset but it has to be done, just as a precautionary measure. He obviously knows you and feels an intimacy connection towards you, so we feel that it is someone you may know.”

  I nod my head; everything he says is making sense. I do feel somewhat deflated that Alan has nothing to do with this after all. At least now I don’t have to bring this sordid little detail up in front of Jake. My secret is still safe.

  “Ok, well I think I’m done unless you want to tell me anything else, anything new you have thought about since we last met?”

  I’m quickly snapped from my daydream as I shake my head, “No Agent Marcos, there’s nothing. Thank you. I do appreciate you taking the time to come here and tell me personally.” We both get up and shake hands.

  “It was a pleasure and please, call me Andrew.”

  Jake wonders through the door and gapes at us standing there, my hand still in his.

  I quickly pull it away, “Thank you Andrew. I’ll see you out.” He nods and heads for the door, Jake still stares one eyebrow raised in my direction. We say our goodbyes and I close the door.

  Upon spinning around to head for the kitchen I bounce off a very rigid big chest. “Oh Jake, didn’t know you were standing right there.” He looks down at me, “Oh, you didn’t did you? Have fun with Agent Marcos? I didn’t know we were on first name basis with the enemy now. I still can’t leave you alone for five minutes in my own house.”

  I slap his arm telling him not to be so silly and he smiles
pulling me in for a hug, to let me know he’s only joking with me. Maybe only to a certain extent though.

  “I came in to see how long you would take. Dinner’s ready. I’ve made chicken with a mushroom sauce and rice. I hope you’re hungry?”

  I nod on his chest, “Starving, I could eat a horse.” He mutters ‘good,’ and releases me.

  “Before we go in, can you quickly tell me what he said?”

  I knew this was coming but hadn’t prepared for what to say. I had to think quickly on my feet, “He just wanted to let me know that the hair they found didn’t match anyone on the database and that they were going to start testing people at the station tomorrow. He also wanted to reassure me that they are doing everything they can.” Jake pulls me in and kisses my forehead.

  “I guess Agent Marcos isn’t such an asshole despite being FBI.”

  I laugh at his candidness and he leads me by the hand into the kitchen.

  We sit down to eat, everything looks delicious and my mouth is starting to water.

  “Everything ok out there Ana?”

  Everything is far from ok and I suddenly feel bad that everyone around me is caught up in these psychotic games this man is playing all around us. “Everything’s fine big fella. He just wanted to give me an update on things. I think we’re getting closer. Hopefully soon we will be back to normal.” Matthew smiles as he picks up his fork to eat. I take a bite of the chicken and rice and it’s gorgeous. I hum my approval in Jake’s direction and he looks triumphant. I can’t help but feel a foreboding in the pit of my stomach. I do believe something will happen soon to end this, but I don’t like the prospects of what that could be, if anything. I try to force this feeling away and carry on eating.

  “Ana, what are you thinking? You seem so far away.”