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Trish

I’m really getting frustrated with Jake. After his apology, I thought we were finally on the same page….the getting along page, that is, since he’s still giving me mix signals. He gets mad when I talk to guys, but there he is talking to Tiffany while she runs her stupid manicured fingers across his chest.
Why does he hurt me like this? He never did before…..

Roxy suggests we play the board game Gestures. With my luck, I’m on Jake’s team with Cody, Jessica, Tiffany and Portia. It’s Tiffany’s turn to act her word out, and she wastes no time giving Jake a lap dance. As I turn to look at him, I find him, already staring at me, trying to gauge my reaction. My eyes are glued to him while I’m white knuckling my glass, debating whether to throw it at him or Tiffany.

“Woohoo, that’s what I’m talking about. Lap Dance! Am I right? You guys can go in the house and continue this in private,” Cody hollers while Brian snickers next to him.

“Stop, Tiff. You gotta get off. Cody called it,” He says smiling at her. Of course, he just has to smile while putting his hands on her.

Is he looking at me to see if I would react? What kind of reaction is he expecting from me? Why am I even surprised, how can he resist her big tits!

“Mark, you’re up! Make this count; I hate losing to Jake and his Barbies,” Roxy calls out.

“Just wanna make sure, we can touch and do anything as long as we don’t say the words, right?” Mark asks with a grin.

“Dude, we’ve been playing for an hour. You just saw Tiffany practically dry humping Jake, so yes, you can do whatever the hell you want!” Brian yells.

With a nod, Mark walks toward me, grabs my cheeks, and kisses me on the lips. The hollering intensifies as our lips stayed attach to each other. I hear Roxy call out French kiss, and another person yells kissing. The next thing I knew, Mark was on the deck floor, and Jake was on top of him. It was chaos after that; Cody pulled Jake off of Mark, but not before he was able to throw a punch. Brian stood in between them, while Tami was yelling at Jake. Meanwhile, I’m glued to my seat. It was déjà vu of what happened in the club a couple of days ago.

“What the hell, man?” Mark yells wiping his mouth.

“You better leave now, asshole! Who told you to fucking kiss her?” Jake questions, eyes bulging, hands fisted on his side.

As soon as I hear his voice, I immediately jump out of my seat and pull Mark toward the back gate to separate him from Jake. Before Mark leaves, Roxy and I apologize for Jake’s behavior. Soon after, everyone else leaves too, leaving Roxy and me outside talking in the driveway. I don’t know whether to yell at Jake, or just ignore him, altogether. Didn’t I just tell him to control himself?

Chapter 6

Jake

Is it possible not to react when the one you love is kissing someone else? My answer to that is a resounding NO! I wear my emotions on my sleeves. As hard as I try, I couldn’t possibly tell myself, not to explode. That’s why it boggles my mind why Trish didn’t get mad when I kissed Mindy, and now, Tiffany practically riding my dick didn’t even register an iota of a reaction, not even a twitch. Once again, I find myself at the end of the stick! Making an ass of myself because the girl I’m getting a rise from couldn’t care less what the hell I do. To make things worse, Mark kissed her and she didn’t do
Anything! Nothing!

As soon as Trish pulled Mark out of my sight, Brian pushed me around back with Cody right on his heels. I tried to control my breathing, but every time I close my eyes, the picture of her lips attached to Mark brings me back to a murderous state.

Brian breathing heavily after manhandling me, speaks in a low voice, “Dude, you can’t go caveman like that! How many times do I have to tell you this?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m with Jake on this one. Our boy here acts like Freddy Flintstone every single time a guy so much as breathes at Trish. Why can’t Trish act like Bam Bam…”

My caveman state was momentarily replaced by uncontrollable laughter because of Cody’s comical analogy. A typical Cody move, bringing comic relief in a very intense situation. Brian and I were laughing so hard, tears were coming out of our eyes.

“Dumb ass, it’s Whilma! Get your shit straight.” I’m surprised Brian is able to say something as we were close to peeing our pants.

He scoffs at us saying. “Whatever! Trish should be like ‘Jake mine…You bimbo run or me kick bimbo ass!’ And for the record, Brian it’s fucking weird you know Freddy’s woman! How old are you, dude?”

“For once, I just want to see a reaction from her. I fucking get bent out of shape when she plays these fucking mind games, while she sits there and tortures my ass. She practically had her ass glued to a guy’s dick when we went clubbing, and now this! She lip locks with someone, again!” Looking at Brian needing him to tell me something.

Brian looks at me thoughtfully. “Women internalize things, too much. They want to play hard to get and to be chased…want to talk about feelings and shit. It’s like playing poker, she doesn’t want you to know what she feels and wants to keep you guessing… and you,” he points at me. “…acting like an ass, makes her want to run.”

“Accept it, bro, men are from mars, at least that’s a planet. We’re on the map, but women? Women are from beyond the solar system. Anyone who tries to understand a woman ends up fucked up in the head. Why?” Cody glances back and forth between Brian and me, waiting for an answer. Which we don’t. “Ha! And, you dickwads underestimate my intelligence. Let me enlighten you both, women like to ninja fuck our brains! They come quietly with no warning, armed with their innocent eyes and syrupy smile, waiting for our dicks to be hard, waiting to strike, and BAM! Before we know what hits us, our dicks are chopped off, and our heads all screwed up. Check this out, dude, both heads! This one…” he points at his head, “…and this one…” he points at his dick. “Both heads are screwed up. Now, you believe me?”

Brian rolls his eyes, then takes a deep breath. “Tiff having her hands all over you and giving you a lap dance probably didn’t help. Think how she’s processing this.”

I walk back and forth, shaking my head before speaking, “Don’t put this on me. I didn’t encourage her, alright. We were playing a fucking game. My hands were never on her, except when I told her to get off me.”

“I’m not saying that’s what she’s thinking. Just talk to her, Jake.” Looking at me intently, Brian’s silence speaks volumes.

If there is a right time to get to the bottom of this, it’s now. It doesn’t matter that I’m afraid or that she’s not ready, but we need to talk about it now. Whatever the truth is, I need to know…I need to get over my fear of asking her because if I don’t, I’ll lose her, and I can’t afford that…I don’t want that.

“Cody, get Trish, and tell her I need to talk to her. This fucking ends, now. I’m tired of playing this stupid cat and mouse, whatever, the fuck game this is! Tell her to meet me in her room.”

Brian raises his brow at me, a sure sign of him wanting to know if I’m straight. I don’t know if I am. I’m pretty amped up, but I need to talk to her, caveman style or not, I’m fucking telling her how I feel. I need to let her know how I feel.

“Are you sure?” Brian crosses his arms over his chest as he asks me.

I shrug my shoulders. “There might be a lot of shouting involved, but this ends now.”

Brian and I exchange a knowing look. It’s my silent way of telling him I’m squared away. Except, when it comes to Trish, my emotions go from calm coolness to hot, fiery, all too consuming in a span of seconds.

Trish

Cody comes out running. “Jake wants to talk to you, Trish.”

“What? After he went ape shit? I don’t think so.” I start shaking my head, because Jake suggesting we talk just makes me want to scream out of frustration.

“Just talk to him…go in there and wink at him or something.” Cody just about drags me in the house.

I open my bedroom door, and Jake is standing right in front of the window. Palms pushing against the window sill, head down. Shit, how am I going to approach him? I don’t know what to say, because I really don’t know what caused him to go ape shit like that. I clear my throat, and he turns around to face me. Right in front of me is a very mad Jake. He’s staring me down as if he’s about ready to rip me a new one.

“You mind telling me what happened out there?” I softly ask.

“You mind telling me why the fuck you enjoy seeing me like this?” He snaps at me.

“What are you even talking about, Jake? What did I do, now?” I cry out.

“You don’t know what you did? Do you think I enjoy seeing you kiss another guy?” He shouts.

“Are we having the same discussion, again? So, what? Why does it bother you? How about the lap dance you got from Tiffany? Do you think I enjoy seeing that?” I yell back.

Oh crap, shit just got real…I didn’t want to say that.
This is just peachy. While Mr. Ape Shit is fuming, my mouth is having major diarrhea. When will my brain and mouth be in sync?

He stalks toward me, eyes blazing like the sun, and holds my cheeks firmly with both hands, pinning me with his eyes.

“It bothers me, because you belong to me! I don’t like seeing anyone kiss you or touch you. Only I get to do that.” His stance rigid, voice threateningly low.

“How do you think I feel? If you don’t want anyone touching me, do you think I enjoy seeing what just happened out there? Just like always, you can’t keep your dick in your pants,” Angrily, I spout words I know will cut him deep.

“Oh so, now it’s my fault! Now, it’s my dick’s fault. Obviously, you weren’t watching me because I told her to get off me. We were playing a fucking game, Trish. You’re seriously, turning this around to be my fault! Un-fucking-believable! How about you kissing that shit head? Do you have an explanation for that? Because I didn’t see you push him away.” His eyes accusing, waiting for an explanation.

I don’t have one to give, because the truth is I didn’t push Mark away.

“Do you have any idea what it feels like to see someone you know in your heart belongs to you, love someone else? How can you not see that I want you? Why can’t you say that you want me too? I can see it in your eyes; they mirror mine every time I look at you.” His voice is pained, eyes are focused, and jaw is set in determination of wanting to know the truth.

I close my eyes. This is just too much. My head is spinning in all different directions. Do I tell him? Did he just tell me he wants me? What do I do? I feel happiness, anger and fear trying to overpower each other, plunging me into a cyclone of mixed emotions. While my cyclonic emotions are twirling all over the place my body, physically yearns for him…it seeks his touch.

Anger overpowers happiness and the physical yearning takes a back seat. “You want me? How dare you say that, and hurt me at the same time. Who does that? If you’re hurting me now, you’ll leave me eventually,” Jabbing my fist on his chest while yelling every word.

He remains standing like a statue, not stopping me from my assault on him. “I waited so long for you. I.will.never.leave, Trish. Never. I am here to stay. Do you want me, Trish?”

He wipes the tears from my cheeks and kisses my forehead. Hearing him say he waited so long for me breaks my heart. While my heart breaks for him, I know in my heart, I needed that time for my heart to heal. Now, I know my heart’s in the right place, I just need to make sure his is.

“I’m afraid to get hurt. Just don’t hurt me, Jake…I…” I stop, overwhelmed with apprehension of giving my heart away. The need to retreat and hide is great, but his pull is far greater…
unbreakable
. It draws me, lures me, and traps me into submission. So, I allow myself to be drawn…lured, and trapped by this man, who waited for me… “I do, Jake. I.do.want.you,” I whisper so softly, I wonder if he hears me.

As soon as he hears those words leave my mouth, he leans and brushes his lips tenderly against mine, letting them linger, waiting, his tongue caressing my bottom lip, slowly moving it, coaxing me to let him in. As I slightly open my mouth, his tongue grazes mine, tasting…sucking…teasing mine relentlessly. He cups the back of my head, and deepens the kiss. Getting lost in each other’s taste, overpowered by need and desire, I feel my knees wobble, my heart turn into mush, and the walls I built up as a protective shield for my heart crumbles. He pulls back and caresses my cheek with the back of his hand.

“I promise you, I won’t hurt you like that ever, again. Just give us a chance. I’m not a perfect man, so I’m not going to promise you a perfect relationship. What I know, without a shadow of a doubt, is that I.Love.You. I’m done after tonight; no more dates for you, I don’t want anyone kissing or touching you. It’s you and me, just us.”

I gasp when I hear him say the three words that can bring never ending joy, but could also slash your heart, leaving it wounded and broken when you’re left all alone.

“You love me? This is happening way too fast, Jake. I need you to be sure. The attraction is there, the need to be together is strong, but the question is, are you willing to have a committed relationship with me? Unfortunately for you, I know you too well. So, please, for me, think long and hard. This is not a game for me, not when my heart is involved.” My eyes searching his for confirmation.

“I do, Trish. I.Love.You,” Saying it again with as much conviction as the last. “I’ve been sure for a very long time, Trish. I needed you to be ready for me, wanting only me. I know you didn’t like seeing the other girls, but at that time, what was I supposed to do? You had Dylan, I didn’t have anyone. It’s a shitty thing to do, and I get that, but that’s in the past. What’s important is the now, okay? I don’t want to wait or think about it anymore because I’ve thought and waited a long time…no more waiting. Besides, you agreed to be my girl.”

“I did? When did I do that?” I whisper.

“The kiss that happened just now, is you agreeing with me. Don’t make me wait anymore, please. We’ll take it slow, as slow as you want. Even though I know I will have the worst case of blue balls known to man, it’s okay. You’ll take the lead, I’ll follow. Just tell me what to do, and it’s done. Now, give me a kiss, woman.”