by Beth Maria
I turn, watching her every move, until she’s off the rink. Now, how on earth do I get off? It’s obvious that I can’t stand up, which means I’m trapped.
I carry on sitting on the ice, my bum having gone completely numb by now, trying to think of a way to get off. The only way that I can think of is to shuffle on my bum or go on my hands and knees and crawl off. Neither idea sounds appealing, but there isn’t another way.
I pull the sleeves of my hoody down so they are covering my hands, then turn around on my hands and knees. I can feel the cold seeping through my sweater. It’s a good thing I have a spare set of clothes in the back of my truck.
Eventually, I’m able to make my way off the rink, and when I do, I release a big sigh. Thank God that is over! I am never doing that again. For a second, I didn’t think I would ever get off, that I’d be stuck there until someone found a way to get me off. It’s not like anybody made any attempt to ask me if I need help in the fifteen minutes that I was roughly on the ice, though. I should make a complaint that nobody was paying attention.
I sit on the edge of the rink and take the skates off straight away. The relief my feet feel is amazing. Those were the most uncomfortable things I’ve ever worn – and I don’t plan on ever wearing them again.
“Glad to see you made it,” Chloe says with a laugh next to me, already in her shoes and ready to leave.
“Hphmm,” I huff, massaging my feet.
“Oh, stop being a big baby. You will get used to the pain eventually.”
My head spins around, and I give her a shocked expression. “I am never ever coming back here again. Nu huh, no way.” I shake my head adamantly, letting her know that I’m serious. She will not get me to step foot on that rink again for as long as I live!
“We’ll see.” With that, she walks off out the entrance, leaving me sitting on the floor. Damn woman! She’s so frustrating.
I hurry to get my shoes, put them on, and then make my way to my truck, where I spot Chloe leaning against it, lost in her own world. If she wasn’t so cute, I don’t think I would let her get her own way as much as she seems to be at the moment. I know deep down that this isn’t the last time I’m going to come ice-skating. It makes my Princess happy, which in turn makes me happy, and I will do anything to see that smile on her face, even torturing myself.
“You want to go for a bite to eat?” I ask, opening my door and getting into the driver’s seat.
Chloe jumps in too, turning to face me. “Yes, I’m starving.”
“I know the perfect place.”
I start the engine and drive off toward our destination. We’re silent on the way there, which I’m thankful for. I’m actually in a lot of pain right now, the excruciating pain creeping back into my ass now that the numbness is wearing off. I’m going to have one hell of a bruise tomorrow.
A few minutes later, we’re pulling into the parking lot of a small bistro. It’s not too fancy or too plain. It’s in between, with a little bit of class. I’ll pull out the big guns when we’re officially a couple. Right now, I don’t want to scare her, and two friends can come here. Though deep down, I’m going to class this whole day as our first date. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Chloe
Watching Jake fall on his ass has been the highlight of my year. I haven’t laughed as hard in months as I did when he fell over. He just looked so freaking adorable, like a deer in the headlights at having fallen over as soon as he took his first step. Then when I fell on top of him while trying to help him up oh my God my heart started pounding so hard in my chest from the close contact. The minute his lips touched mine, I nearly died and went to heaven. I’ve dreamed of kissing him for months. I know we kissed at the party, but that doesn’t count because I can hardly remember it, so kissing him again, even if it was only an innocent kiss, turned me to mush in his arms.
I keep going over how sweet it was that he took me ice-skating when he obviously hated it. He didn’t think about himself once today when choosing where we were going. It was all about me. It was exactly what I needed after the stressful months I’ve had recently. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, at least for a little while…
When we park in front of a cute little bistro, my heart does a little flip. He didn’t choose anywhere too fancy, or anywhere like McDonalds. He chose a place that looks cozy and welcoming.
We both get out of the truck. Jake walks around to meet me, carrying a rucksack. I send him a questioning look.
“I’ve got some spare clothes in here. These ones are soaked, so I need to change,” he explains, pointing at himself. Looking at him now, I notice the poor guy is soaked.
“Ahh. Got ya.”
We walk into the bistro and are seated immediately. There are only a few people here. Considering it’s Saturday, that is unheard of. I guess it is still kind of early though.
I sit down at the booth we’re shown to. Jake tells me that he will be back in a few and goes to change his clothes, leaving me to look at the menu. All the food sounds amazing, and judging by the smells wafting my way, I’m correct. Food doesn’t smell that amazing without tasting delicious.
I’m pretty nervous about eating in front of Jake. I used to have a hearty appetite. For the last year though, I’ve hardly felt like eating anything. It’s one of the reasons why I’ve lost a lot of weight, other than the drugs, not that I’ve touched them since the day my father died. I want to be able to live my life without having to rely on the drugs, and so far, I seem to be doing okay. It helps that I have Jake and he’s making me really happy.
I’ve decided what I’m having, so while I’m waiting for Jake to return, I take a look around. There are pictures of famous people on the walls. The walls are a dark green, with worn red booth seats, giving it a homely feel. It is darker than most places, but I quite like it. It’s not too big, seating around twenty tables. I’m sure it gets busy, so where do they sit everyone?
“Have you decided what you’re getting?” Jake asks, sitting down opposite me and scaring me half to death. “Sorry for scaring you, Princess,” he apologizes, giving me a sweet smile.
“It’s okay. I should have been paying attention. I was just so transfixed with taking my surroundings in. I like the atmosphere here. It’s cozy.”
Jake looks around. “It is. I hope the food’s as good as it smells. I’m starving.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I laugh.
Jake smirks at me. “Great minds think alike, Princess.” I just roll my eyes.
“Are you ready for me to take your order?” A gruff voice asks. I look up from Jake and find myself staring into a pair of striking green eyes. Wow, they are truly beautiful! I sweep my eyes over his face, taking everything in. He has dark black hair, and olive skin with a little bit of facial hair around his strong, square jaw. Wow. I gulp. He has to be one of the best looking men I have ever seen in my life.
“Yes. I’ll have the pepperoni with goat’s cheese pizza and a diet coke please,” Jake answers, snapping me out of my staring.
I turn to look at Jake, only to see him staring at me with his eyebrows raised. He’s silently letting me know that he’s caught me looking and that he’s not impressed, not in the slightest. I feel my cheeks heating up at being caught, especially by Jake.
“And you miss?” The sexy waiter asks in his deep, gruff voice.
“I’ll have the same as him, please,” I ask, giving him what I’m sure is an embarrassing, all teeth smile. I feel like a young girl with her first crush again, except my crush is sitting in front of me watching me act like a complete idiot!
“You’re drinks will be with you shortly.” Mr. Sexy waiter gives me a soul melting smile, causing my tummy to flutter, before taking our menus and walking off. I watch his retreating form until I can’t see him anymore.
Jake coughs, so I turn to face him. His eyebrows are raised even further on his head, if that’s possible. He really doesn’t look amused at the fact that I just checked
another guy out in front of him.
“Sorry?” I ask, giving him a sheepish smile.
He just shakes his head. Before he can say anything, Mr. Sexy himself places our drinks in front of us. I make sure not to look this time. I don’t want Jake getting in a mood with me when today has been a good day between us. I stir my straw around in my drink, letting the awkward silence pass between us.
Our food is placed down in front of us, and the awkward silence continues. Until I take my first bite that is. This is the best pizza I have ever had. The flavors just burst on my tongue, causing me to moan involuntarily. I couldn’t have held that moan in if I tried.
Jake’s head snaps up, his eyes wide and staring at me.
“What?” I ask, confused as to why he’s looking at me like that.
“D-did you just moan?”
“Yes. Have you tasted it? It’s amazing!” I’m still not sure why he’s looking at me like that, to be honest.
I take another bite, moaning again. I think I’ve found my new favorite pizza. I know nothing will ever top this one.
“Jesus, Chloe, can you stop making those sounds? I can’t eat when you’re making those sounds. I just keep picturing other things, and it’s not helping him downstairs.” He points under the table, making me gasp.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I didn’t think. They just came out,” I rush out, my sentences joining each other. I feel my cheeks heating. My tummy is fluttering at the thought that just moaning can make him hard.
“It’s okay. I just don’t think it would be appropriate if I bent you over the table and took you in front of all these people.” Jake sweeps his hand out, motioning at the now packed bistro.
I take no notice of them though. My thoughts are on Jake bending me over the table. I feel myself getting wet from the excitement of it. I really wish we weren’t in public right now. I know how he felt when I was moaning because I definitely don’t feel like eating now!
“Erm…” I say, not knowing how to reply.
“Later.” He winks at me and then goes back to eating, as if the last minute didn’t happen, except it did. Now I’m a flustered mess of hormones, with no way to release this tension that has taken over my body.
Jake doesn’t say another word as he finishes eating, and neither do I. I only end up eating half of my pizza, my mind too focused on other things; things that don’t involve food, unless you like that sort of thing of course. I lean back in the booth, letting out a sigh. I’m strung so tight right now. I haven’t had sex in ages, and until now, I hadn’t been bothered by the fact that I was celibate. Now that it’s been mentioned, I can think of nothing else except getting the sweet relief that I crave.
“You finished?” Jake asks when I haven’t touched my pizza for a few minutes.
“Hmm?” I ask, lost in thought.
“You finished?” he repeats.
“Oh yeah,” I reply, nodding my head.
Jake pays the bill, and then we’re heading to his truck. I jump in, my legs rubbing together to try and quench the ache between my legs. It doesn’t help, just makes it worse. The whole drive home I try not to wriggle, but I can’t help it. I need to release this ache somehow.
“What are you doing?” Jake asks, quickly casting his eyes over to me before turning his attention back to the road.
I try to come up with something quick. “Oh, I have an itch,” is the best thing I can think of. Why the hell did I just lie? Why didn’t I just tell him the truth? He’s most probably going to know that he’s affected me, so I should have just been honest. If I had, he may have decided to do something about it. Now he’s most probably going to leave me hanging, a mess of sexual frustration, because that’s what I am.
“Gotcha.” A smirk lines his face, but he doesn’t say anything more. Do something about it then! I scream in in my head, trying to send it to him telepathically. He doesn’t attempt to do anything about it though, or even let me know that he will when he stops driving. I’m getting desperate here for Jake’s hands to be on my body. It’s embarrassing.
As soon as we arrive back at the dorms, I jump out of the truck, getting ready to rush upstairs and sort myself out. I can’t go on with the rest of my day like this; it will drive me insane. I start speed walking up the path, not bothering to say goodbye. I can think of nothing else but relieving this ache.
“Oh? Not going to say goodbye?” Jake asks, leaning against the driver’s door.
I stop in my tracks. I knew I wouldn’t get away with it. I slowly turn around and plaster a smile on my face. “Goodbye.” I wave then turn back around again.
“Chloe, stop right there,” Jake says sternly, his voice getting louder the closer he gets to me.
I close my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. I feel his arms encircling my waist, turning me around in his arms. I keep my eyes closed, not wanting to look into the eyes of the man who has made me feel this strung up.
“Open your eyes, Princess.” I open my eyes at his stern command, like it’s instinct, and am met with an intense pair of dark brown orbs. I love his eyes. I always feel like they can see straight into my soul. “What’s wrong? You were going to rush off without saying goodbye to me?”
When he puts it that way, I feel like a complete jerk, especially after the day we’ve had today. I should take the time to thank him and deal with my problems after.
“I’m sorry. Thank you for today. I had an amazing day. We should do it again- well, maybe not ice-skating. You know what I mean.” I smile, feeling flustered about not being able to get out what I wanted to say.
“We will. Next week? I’ll let you decide what we do this time,” Jake asks with a hopeful smile on his face.
“I’d like that. See you next week,” I say quietly, getting lost in the way that he’s staring at me so intently.
“Oh, sweetie, we will being seeing each other before next week. I don’t think I could go that long without spending time with you. I’ll see you in a few days.”
He leans forward, planting a gentle lingering kiss on my lips, which I return greedily. His hands come up, grabbing onto my head, his fingers threading through my hair and deepening the kiss. I moan into his mouth, loving the feel of his lips on mine. Every time with Jake just gets better and better, even kissing.
Catcalling pulls me out of my trance, reminding me that we are out in public where anyone can see. Right now, everyone has had an eyeful of me getting lost in the kiss. I’m flush against Jake’s body, my legs bent, with Jake having to hold me up because my legs have given out on me. I don’t even remember getting into this position; that’s how powerful Jake’s touch is to me. I pull out of Jake’s embrace, my cheeks flushing bright red. A group of guys stand off to the side, clapping and hooting at us. Jerks!
Jake just laughs, pulling me back into his arms, but just hugging me this time. I hide my face into his chest and laugh.
“I best get going,” I tell him, my words muffled by his rock hard chest.
“Okay, Princess. I’ll speak to you later?”
“Yeah, I’d like that.” I pull away, but not before he plants one last kiss on my forehead. I make my way up the stairs in a dreamy state. When I open my dorm room door and find that it’s empty, I breathe a sigh of relief. I have peace and quiet to find sweet release.
I get into my bed but not before I’ve found my little friend. As soon as my bullet touches my clit, I try not to scream from the pure ecstasy that spreads through my body.
The whole time I pleasure myself, I wish that it were Jake pleasuring me. A few minutes later, I’m screaming into my duvet and coming down from the most intense orgasm that I have had in a long time, all thanks to Jake Peterson for getting my libido started.
Chapter 13
Chloe
It’s been a month since I returned back to college, and up until this last week, everything has been perfect. I’ve been spending most of my time with Jake, and on occasion, we will go out with Maisie and Jesse. Jake and I aren’t a couple yet. I
’m still not ready to believe that he will actually change for me this time. So far, he’s proving himself, but it’s still early days. I don’t want to get my hopes up.
College has been going well. I’ve caught up on what I missed in my classes and am back to being near the top of my class.
I haven’t seen or heard from Emerson, Marcus, or the others since before my father’s funeral, though I didn’t expect to. We weren’t exactly friends, just people who felt trapped together, bonded by a drug.
I haven’t felt the need to touch cocaine since my father’s funeral. I had a little bit every now and then to help me cope and get through the day, but I haven’t touched a drop since I’ve been back. I haven’t needed to. I’ve been the happiest I’ve been in a while, spending time with Jake and finally getting to really know him.
This last week though, I’ve been struggling not to call them up and ask them to hook me up with some. I’ve tried so freaking hard, but I feel like my world is closing in on me more and more. Every. Single. Day. And I can’t fool myself and pretend that I don’t need it, because I do. If I don’t get some today, I’m going to go crazy. It’s the only way I can get relief, to be transported to a world that isn’t mine.
I texted Emerson this morning, asking her if she could get me some, to which she replied straight away saying to give her an hour. That’s what I’ve done. I’ve given her an hour, and now I’m standing outside her house, pacing backward and forwards, fighting with myself. Deep down, I know I don’t need this. I can cope without it, but the bigger part of me knows that I can’t. I need this, and lots of it today.
After pacing for near enough ten minutes, I finally gather up the courage to knock on the door and move from foot to foot, waiting for the door to open.
“Nice to see you again,” Emerson says completely out of it, moving out of the way to let me in.
