"Good."
"Are you mad at me?" She asked softly.
"For what?"
"You know, not getting a room."
"No. Not at all. Here, push that back and come sit next to me." He invited. The center caddy/armrest could be shifted back to make room for three to sit up front. Jake loved the truck for that reason alone, similar to the old bench seats. Vivian smiled and did so, eager to sit next to him. She made quick work of it, sitting against him, after re-buckling herself in the center seat. He put his arm over her shoulders and squeezed her to him, keeping his eyes on the road; his hand caressing her arm and shoulder.
Chapter 160
"I wanna talk to you about something. I'm going to be very frank with you, but I want to ask you something first. How much experience have you had with men? I know you're not a virgin, but, uh... how much experience do you have?"
Vivian sat staring at his profile, wondering where this was going, "Why?"
"I have my reasons for asking. How much?"
"That's personal." She responded softly.
"I know it is, can you please tell me. Be honest."
She looked away from him towards the dark highway stretched out before them. "I, um, Laek Chan - I've only been with him. And that, was a long time ago. It's been months, why?"
"So, you've only been to bed with him, is what you're saying?"
"Yeah."
"Jesus Christ, you might as well be a fuckin' virgin! Just one guy?!"
"Yeah! I didn't have time to date. And by the time I did have time, if you must know, I didn't care much for the reason many were trying to get me. Not that it did me a lot of good where he is concerned. I wish I were still a virgin." She defended.
Jake was a quiet a moment thinking, and then said, "I've been with quite a few women, Vivian."
"That's not hard to believe." She returned, turning back to look at him, instead of the road.
He chuckled and squeezed her arm, taking a chance he glanced at her, then kissed her brow, and turned back to the road. "So, where's this going?" She asked.
"I don't think you're going to be able to handle me." He said, and glanced at her again, then back to the road.
"What - do you mean?" She asked hesitantly.
"I have a strong sexual appetite. And - there may be more of me than you can take. Not many I've gone to bed with, could."
"I see. So, what are you telling me?"
"Just that."
She nodded, quiet, thinking.
"Was the doctor more than average?"
"I take it, you're talking his endowments?"
"Of course."
"He was - average, I guess."
"Were you comfortable with him?"
"That's too personal, Jake."
"Sorry."
They were quiet again.
They drove on for ten minutes with nothing but silence. Jake removed his arm for a moment to reach forward and turn on his radio. He flipped to a station that was more mainstream instead of his usual country. They were telling the weather for that evening and tomorrow. He left it there and put his arm back around Vivian giving her a squeeze. Still they were silent as he drove and then a song by The Four Seasons came on, 'Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You.' And to Vivian's absolute shock, he started singing along and sounded amazing.
She sat stunned, as he winked at her, smiling and singing, and really getting into the last chorus,
"I love you, baby,
And if it's quite alright,
I need you, baby,
To warm a lonely night.
I love you, baby.
Trust in me when I sa-a-ay:
Oh, pretty baby,
Don't bring me down, I pray.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay."
She could not believe he sang on, giving those last verses more power at the "I love you baby" part. She didn't know what to do. All she knew was that that song was burned into her with an indelible stamp, firmly seared onto her heart, never to be shifted or heard the same again. She remained quiet, sitting next to him, feeling him, hearing him and knowing, that she was beyond gone. She was beyond coming back from this. He had her. Whether he knew it or not, he had her, heart and soul. Problem was, with a man with this much magnetism, looks, and charm, considering his reputation, she knew the road ahead would be rife with insecurity and fear. Yet - just as that truck was rolling ever forward, so would she, right where she was, by Jacob Patrick's side - come what may.
Having reflected back over his evening with Vivian, he was back to his heart pounding, feeling like shit, but he needed the relief. With his head thrown back, he grunted as once again Abby - (Abigail Cox) - whom he'd gone to school with, gave him an incredible blow job. He'd spent a few more wonderful moments with Vivian, dropped her off with a good night kiss, promising time together the following day. When he left he was randy as hell. It wasn't the kind of erection that was going away, and he wasn't about to push her about it, he respected her too much. Even though his conscience was eating at him, his reasoning was, they weren't married yet. Not officially engaged. Just courting. No matter how he tried to resist, he had to be seen to, he couldn't remember being celibate for so long.
"Ah, fuck! Yeah... s-s-s-s - damn, you do that good." He ground out, holding the back of her head as she laved down his length and then went back to the head to draw as much in her mouth to the back of her throat as she could get. "That strawberry condom taste good?" He asked, gyrating his hips to move deeper toward the back of her throat. In answer to his question she moaned as if it were delicious, "Mama never tell you..." He gasped, "... not to talk - with your mouth full?" He chuckled. She moaned again, rolling her eyes up at him, performing as if it brought her the greatest of pleasures to service him this way. With his heart hammering away in his chest, he could feel himself building to explode. When he did, she was right there for it, aiding it along, going for the condom.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah - OH - sorry - condom stays on! Ohhh, yeah!" He panted, stopping her from removing it; he didn't know where her mouth had been.
"Was that good?" She asked.
"Real good." He smiled blissfully.
"What about me?" She asked.
"Sorry, that did me in. Maybe next time."
"Ach! So, you're going to leave me just like this?"
Jake stared at her a moment. He was ready to go. He was parked in the parking lot of the bar where he'd picked her up. He leaned to the side and pulled out his wallet, and withdrew a twenty dollar bill and holding it between his index and middle finger, he offered it to her. "Will this compensate you?"
"Excuse me, I'm no goddamn prostitute!"
"Maybe not, but you're one hell of a woman with a licker license. I can tell you now, if you ever turn pro, you'll make a fortune! If I were treating you back, I wouldn't be offering you the tip. Consider it a thank you."
She took the money, saying, "I'm taking it, not because I'm a whore or anything, but - I do need the money."
"Well, there you go. I needed a blow job, you needed the money. We'll just keep this between us, who the hell needs to know."
Smiling, she folded the bill and tucked it into her bra, "Anyone ever tell you what a bastard you are, Jake?"
"All the time." He returned, with a wink and a smile.
"So, what's been going on with you lately?" She asked.
"Look, I really need to go, it's been nice."
"Well, good grief, Jake. This is the second time you've pulled me, just for sex! Least you could do is talk to me a bit!"
"It's late."
"I know, but still, just a moment 'fore I go in, ain't gonna kill you! I don't wanna just go right back in so soon, what will they think?"
Jake stared at her, thinking she must be out of her head, but said instead, "Okay, just a moment though, I have a busy day tomorrow."
"So, where've you been? What's been going on?"
"Helping family with things. Back and forth to Chicago. Stuff like that."
"Oh... seeing anybody lately?"
"Yeah ... I am."
"You - are? Well - what are you doing here?"
"Just stopped for a couple of beers, and there you were, and here we are. Simple as that."
"Why aren't you with her?"
"Just dropped her off."
Abby was suddenly offended. "And why didn't you have her do you?"
"I'd never ask her to do something like that, she's a lady."
"So, that makes me what?!" She demanded.
"Another type of lady. Look, don't get all worked up over it, okay?" He caressed her cheek. "You're one helluva a cocksucker, baby - and I mean that in the best way possible. I really do. After all, I could have let someone else see to me, but I didn't... I chose you. 'Cause you're good."
"Damn right I am..." She hissed, giving him a dig in the ribs, making him flinch back and gasp. She threw open the door, "She'll never make you feel like that!" She fumed, stepping out, "And next time, it'll cost you fifty, if you're gonna insult me!" She slammed his door.
Jake sucked in a deep breath, reached into his glove compartment, removed some Kleenex, took off the condom and wiped himself up; wrapped it in more Kleenex, and shoved it into the trash bag hanging from the vehicle lighter. He adjusted his clothing and started the truck again for the last time that night. He'd had a couple of beers, was completely relaxed now that he'd gotten that load off of his chest, and headed for home. For Shawn's - feeling like shit. "Jake boy, you can't keep doing shit like this." He spoke to himself for the angel in white on his right shoulder. But of course the antagonist on his other shoulder had something to say, "You're not married to her yet. Hey... you gotta treat her like a lady, boy. But once you drop her off, a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do. So, don't lose no sleep over it." Jake shook his head. "Lil' girl ... what the hell am I gonna do with you? And what in the hell are you doing with a bastard like me?" He smiled, "Oh well. God knows, I love ya', gal ... I do love you." He smiled, thinking about their evening. Giving up on punishing himself, it was too late to worry about it now. The deed was done. What he did know, was that he needed to work on his character flaws, if he intended to be with Vivian for the rest of his life.
When Jake pulled up at the house, Shawn was pulling up as well. They parked and cut their engines at the same time. Shawn was the first out of the SUV, he was looking for the Blazer. Mundo wasn't home yet, he checked his watch, waiting for Jake to climb out of the truck.
"Hey." He greeted Jake, once he was out.
"Hey back. Where you just coming from?" Jake asked.
"The hospital."
"This late? What time are visiting hours over?"
"For regular visitors, 8 o'clock. I could have stayed all night, but Sylvia wouldn't let me."
"Ah, I see." Jake commented as they crossed the road together towards her house. "How is she?"
"Fine, when I left she was getting tired. They gave her another ultra-sound while I was there. I couldn't believe how the baby's grown already since her last one. Man, I'm telling you, modern technology, I love it. I could see him starting to move, his little legs going, and..." Shawn looked at his brother, grinning saying, "... he's certainly a McPherson, no mistake!"
Jake displayed a knowing grin, "So, I take it, it's a boy?"
"Damn right he is, unless I was looking at his umbilical cord! But I don't think it was, because what I saw, came to an end - eventually!" He bragged proudly as they entered the house.
"Congratulations! Who's got Angela, by the way?"
"She's with Crystal. Let me tell you, I must admit, it brought a tear to my eye to see him, and to have the technician confirm it."
"Wow! That is great news. So, everything is okay, then?"
"Yep... all is fine and they'll be releasing her tomorrow." Shawn went on, feeling on top of the world. "She's over twelve weeks now and the tech says that in a few more weeks, she'll start to feel him moving. I can't wait until I can feel him moving." He added, tossing his keys on the table.
Jake walked to the refrigerator, removing a beer, "I wish I would have stuck around to experience some of that with mine."
"Not too late, after all - there's Vivian." Shawn commented.
Jake popped the tab, sipped and smiled. "Oh yeah... there's my Vivian."
"So, how did tonight go?"
"Well as you know, I took her to the movies, she wanted to see that Van Helsing shit movie, with the schmuck named You Jackoff, she kept going on and on about." He said with a curled lip.
Shawn laughed commenting, "I believe that is Hugh Jackman, and the schmuck also happens to be one of Sylvia's favorites."
"Oh, by the way!" Jake put his can of beer down by Shawn's keys on the table, "Nearly forgot." He said, "We took these there as well." He informed Shawn, taking out his wallet to remove the photo strip to show him. "No doubt though, you prefer her theother way." Jake started with the lift of his brow. As he removed the photo strip, his three pack of flavored condoms came out and hit the floor, with only two left.
Shawn noticed, saying, "What the fuck! Flavored condoms?"
"Yeah and it's not what you think!" Jake gestured, wagging his middle finger.
"Boy, there's only one use for flavored condoms."
In defense of Vivian, Jake added, "I know, but not my Vivian."
As Shawn read the look he'd seen so many times on Jake's face before, he knew. "You fuckin' prick! You dropped her off and went and got a piece - didn't you?"
"Shawn, don't fuckin' start! I didn't do shit! It's not like you think, I haven't been unfaithful-..."
Shawn cut him off by saying, "Oh, so you don't class getting a blow job with being un-fucking-faithful!"
"No! I don't! It was a business transaction. She sucked m'dick - I gave her twenty bucks!"
Shawn shook his head, taking the photo strip from him to look at it, "What'ay'yah mean by, I like her the other way?"
"I mean, with an Af - ro - bro!" Jake said sarcastically, to shift the emphasis off of his own wrong doing.
"Yeah, and what about it? I do like her better with the afro, because she's a natural beauty - too goddamn good for you."
"Don't you worry about it, god-dammit! And uh, what's up with all this motherfuckin'-chicken-ass-jive-shit, photo shoot I been hearing about!?"
"Hey, like you said - just a business transaction - m'brother. No emotional involvement - I am a professional, after all. Not some amateur, two-timing, slime ball, who's off James Bonding around town, behind his girlfriend's back! So, don't even try and shove your shit on me. There's only one guilty party in this room, known locally as Jake, the fucking snake."
"Oh, yeah, that's rich coming from Shawn, the fuckin' porn king! Mr. Discount Dildo Dick! Cut price, cut size!"
"Fuck you!" Shawn blasted him, and both brothers erupted into fits of laughter, dissolving any tension between them.
Shawn turned, walking to the fridge, "I need me a beer, let's get shit-faced and celebrate the fact that I've seen my Jesse James!" With a beer in hand, still chuckling at Jake's line, he mumbled, "Discount Dildo Dick." and took a seat at the table. Pointing at Jake, who also took a seat, Shawn said grinning, "And just to inform you - boy - women prefer girth to length."
Jake took another drink of his beer, digesting that possible truth.
Shawn noticed the sudden seriousness in his brother's expression, and said, "Why the long face?"
With a furrowed brow of worry, and wide eyes, he answered, "Because of the long dick."
Shawn sat forward, "What in the hell are you talking about now?"
Putting his cards on the table, Jake admitted, "Man, to be honest with you, I'm worried."
Once again reading his brother, Shawn asked softly, "You're afraid of hurting Vivian, aren't you?"
"I know I will, Shawn - if I'm not careful. Despite everything that's happened tonight, and you know what I'm talking about, I love her. I've never loved a woman before in my life. Now that I do, I can't stand the idea of causing her any kind
of injury or pain. I want to be with her for the rest of my life, I don't want her to be afraid of me making love to her, if I hurt her..." He stopped, shaking his head, dreading it. "... all the others - I fucked; with her - I wanna make love."
"First thing, my brother, you're going to have to do, is buy a ring."
"A ring? We're not engaged yet! Slow down a little bit now, one thing at a time."
Shawn was laughing, his head thrown back with his hands clasped behind it, "Not that kind of fuckin' ring, you moron! Second thought, it is a fuckin' ring. It's a ring you place on your ding-a-ling to shorten the length, so when you penetrate, you don't go too deep."
Jake gave it some thought, "Bro', I think I got me here, a double ring, ding-a-ling."
Laughing, Shawn muttered, "Yo-o-ou bragging bastard!"
"Believe me, Shawn, being the most well-hung stud in all of Wisconsin - does have it's drawbacks." Jake bragged, but Shawn could see he was kidding.
"Oh, yeah... my heart just bleeds for you." Shawn brought it back to being serious, "All joking aside, to give her reassurance, you will need to buy one or two. One takes about two inches off."
Jake asked, "So, it's a ring? How do you know about it?"
"My wife is pregnant and I have no intention of causing her harm. Besides, it gives them a nice stimulation during the act."
Jake nodded, understanding his brother's concern.
Finishing his beer, Shawn stood, "I better get to bed. I don't feel like any more beer. Going to get my wife in the morning, and we have shit loads to do tomorrow."
Jake gave a wave goodnight, as he took another swig of his beer. He reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out his cell phone and dialed Vivian's. She answered on the third ring, breathless, "Jake? What's wrong?"
"What took you so long?" He asked smiling, then taking another drink from him beer.
"What took me so long? I laid it on the dresser, but couldn't see it." She explained, climbing back into his bed.
"Were you sleeping?"
"Uh... yeah, I'd not long since dozed off."
"How come you didn't call me before you went to sleep?" He asked with a little gripe in his tone.
"I didn't know I was suppose to call you, after all, you'd just left here."
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