Chapter Eight (And Then You )

Previously, on "Heat":
Ch. 7 (Ava Adore)
-Nate and Jake brought two girls back to the apartment: Jessica and Jamie.
-Jake found out that Jamie is also a SciFi fan, and "Strangetown" is one of her favorite movies.
-Jamie punched him on the arm for making a blonde joke.  She even beat him in "Knockout".
-Nate and Jessica didn't waste any time getting down and dirty in his room.
-At one point, they were so loud that Jake had to drive Jamie home.
-During the drive, Jake also learned that Jamie works in advertising.
-When they pulled up to her house, she gave him her number. In case he wants to "hang out again sometime".



Location: Bridgeport Acres Park
Date: Monday, 10/31/11
Time: 2:48 p.m.


"So how was the trip?" Nate asks as he intently watches the football leave Luke's hands.  With legs slightly bent, he opens his palms just enough to form a half-circle, but less than a foot apart to close in on the ball when it reaches him.  His older brother can  throw a mean spiral.  Luke gets this rage in his eyes when he throws a football, like he wants to hurt someone.  It's almost as if he has a sharp-shooter's aim, narrowing down on his target until he captures the perfect spot, then fires.  If Luke had been a pitcher in high school instead of a quarterback, his throws could have easily averaged 90 miles per hour.  

"It was good." Luke proudly smiles as he watches the football take off like a torpedo, spinning perfectly, but heading towards Nate's chest.  Before his blue-eyed brother even has a chance to catch it, a loud pop can be heard as he staggers back a few feet.  

"OW!! Dude, what the hell??" Nate hisses between his teeth as he hunches over with one hand clutching his chest.     

"Sorry, bro! You alright?" Luke grimaces as he watches Nate try to brush off the pain.  He didn't mean to hit him in the chest.  It appears that the ball was much quicker than Nate's reflexes.    



"Yeah, I'm...damn, Luke! That shit hurts!" Nate picks up the ball, chases Luke, then throws it at him.  It hits Luke dead square in the crotch. "Ooops..."

"Mommy..." Luke's eyes widen in shock as he grabs his nuts with both hands and collapses on the ground.  The last time he felt this type of pain was when a girl kicked him in the berries his senior year.   She thought he grabbed her ass when she walked by, but it was actually Nate.  He's had nightmares about it since.  Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, thinking his boxers are soaked in blood.  

"Oh man, I'm so sorry.  I didn't mean to---" Nate rushes by his side.

"My boys...my...boys..." Luke mumbles as he curls up in a fetal position with his hands protectively cupping his crotch.  Not even the prickly sensation of grass poking his face or the red ants crawling up his leg can distract him from this trauma.

"Let me see---" 

"Don't touch it!" Luke frees one hand to swat Nate away.



"How my thoughts 
They spin me 'round
And how my thoughts 
They let me down
And how my thoughts
They spin me 'round
And how my thoughts 
They let me down"

Jake must have stared at the business card in his hand for five minutes, trying to figure out if he should call or not.  He just dropped Jamie off at her house this morning, but the thought of waiting a few more days to hear her voice again seems like such a long wait.  He wants to listen to his brothers.  After all, they're older than him and they have more experience with women.  Even with all of the commotion going on a few feet away, he can't look away from the seven digits staring him in the face.  Alright Jake, you can do this.  Piece of cake. 

Hearing the beep bop boop sound as he presses the number keys is like a punch to the gut, robbing his ability to breathe.  He wants to hang up, but his finger already pressed "call".  Ring....

Every cell in his body is on full alert after the first ring.  Will she answer?  Ring...What will he say? 

Ring... 

He wants to die, but his soul will probably continue to chase his mind after it has deserted his cold body.



"Hello?" She finally answers.  There's a softness in her voice.  It almost has a sweet quality to it, with a hint of shyness that he never detected in person.  

"Hi, Jamie?" He clears his throat, trying to make his voice sound even smoother.

"Speaking.  Who is this?"

"It's Jake."

"Who?"

"Um...Jake.  I dropped you off this morning."

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't remember? You were at my place last night.  We hung out." 

"Umm...I don't know how you got my number, but I don't know you."

So she wants to play games, huh?

"Wow, you must have been really drunk.  Cuz I remember everything.  We went at it for hours, you were screaming my name, you were like...Jake! Oh, Jake!"

".................."

"Hello?" 

"You are such a liar!"

"Uh huh...now you remember me."

"Anyways, what are you up to?"

"I'm at the park with my brothers.  What about you?"

"I'm at work and I'm seriously about to collapse from lack of sleep.  It's all your fault."

"Yeah, I know.  You couldn't get enough of this."

"Shut up!"

"Haha."



"What do you guys want?" Jake asks as he savors the potent aroma of onions, garlic and spices emanating from the food truck, lingering in the air.  Even though he just had a ham and cheese sandwich a few hours ago, he can feel his stomach begging for a taste of whatever's sizzling on the hot grill.  A burger patty?  Steak? Chicken? The possibilities are endless.

"Let me have the steak burrito and a Coke." Luke is not a big fan of onions or cillantro, but he makes sure they load up on the beans.  Even though it makes him gassy.  And he lets his brothers know it.  

"Aw, man.  Not the burrito!" Jake shakes his head in fear.

"That's right.  Extra beans too!"

"Great." Nate rolls his eyes at Luke.  "Hey Jake, let me have two Chicago dogs and a lemonade."

"You know what? Just for that eyeroll, I'm sitting next to you." Luke wiggles his eyebrows, grinning at Nate.



"So how's Lyn doing?" Jake asks as he blows on a spoonful of chunky clam chowder before it reaches his mouth.

"She's doing good.  She bought a house in Appaloosa and she seems to like it there.  It's really  peaceful." Luke watches the steam emerge from the bowl like creepy little fingers.

"That's good." Jake briefly looks away, avoiding eye contact with Luke.  Nate continues to quietly munch on his hot dog.  He avoids Luke's gaze as well.  

The silence is overwhelming.  Seconds are taking forever to pass.  

"What's going on?" Luke looks at both of them suspiciously.  It's not normal for his brothers to be this quiet or evasive.  Either they did something or they know something.  Either way, he's going to find out.



"We know." Jake murmurs as he looks down at his half-eaten bowl of chowder.  Nate nearly chokes on his hot dog.  Usually they give each other a heads up when they're about to spill, but Jake didn't even have time to do that.  It just came out.

"Know what?" 

"We know what happened with Lyn and Brad.  Mom kind of made us---"

"Mom? She knows too??"

"Yeah.  And Dad." Nate adds, then quickly looks back down at his hot dog.

"Are you two for real?? I shouldn't have said anything.  I knew this was going to happen!"

"Well, it's not like Lyn and Brad are still together.  I think it's good that we know.  Now you can be with Lyn.  Isn't that what you always wanted?" Jake looks at Luke cautiously, trying not to fuel his anger even more.

"I'm not worried about that.  I just don't want Mom to think that Lyn's another one of Brad's skanks.  She's nothing like them.  She's..."

"I know, bro.  Look, we never met Lyn and we already know she's a great girl.  Just from the way you talk about her.  Mom will love her too.  Probably even more than---" Nate catches himself, but it's too late.  Her name lingers around them like an invisible wasp that they can't see, but they can hear, buzzing close by.



"Nate, shut up!" Jake throws him an evil look, wondering how his brother can make things even worse. Natalie's name is like a curse.  It must never be spoken around Luke or it will bring back all kinds of negative energy from the past. 

Luke simply stares off into the distance, mindlessly watching people pass by.  Natalie.  The woman he loved for two years.  The woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with.  The woman who fell from heaven with her sparkling gray eyes and long, strawberry blonde hair.  The woman who happened to screw Brad just when he was thinking about proposing.  He hasn't seen her since they broke up four years ago.  He has fantasized about what he would do if he ran into her.  Would he scream profanities at her? Would he pretend she doesn't exist? Or would he find himself in a moment of weakness...and fall for her charms?

"Yeah, so Jake met a girl last night." Nate tries to break the awkward silence with this revelation.

"Oh yeah? Is she hot?" Luke snaps out of his trance and shifts his gaze towards Jake.

"Yeah.  Her name is Jaaaaamie." Nate adds, looking at Jake the whole time.

"Nate banged Jessica last night!" Jake retaliates, pursing his lips.

"Dude!!" Luke turns to Nate in awe with a sly grin.

"Yeah, that's right, bitches! I got some.  Did ya'll?" Nate opens his arms out and twists his neck, challenging his brothers.

"Mad props, bro.  Mad props." Luke and Jake give him the congratulatory fist bump.



Location: 2256 Edgewood Rd.
Date: Tuesday, 11/1/11
Time: 11:42 a.m.

Joseph noticed some peculiar similarities about the series of fires that have been going on in the past few months.  The last fire in particular (Nate's first dispatch) started in the lobby of an apartment complex.  Usually fires start in kitchens, bathrooms or any outdoor area with a grill, where people forget to turn off an appliance or they have too many plugs in one outlet.  In the case of faulty wiring, it can usually be traced to hot spots like outlets, improperly secured lines or damage (chewed by rodents, humidity).

For the most part, accidental causes of fire start inside the house or building due to human negligence or ignorance.  When this has been ruled out during an investigation, suspicions start to brew.  But the fire department must act quickly when they receive leads since arson is easy to accomplish but challenging to prove.  The evidence is usually destroyed by the time the property is safe enough to explore.  



This property used to be a warehouse based on existing records.  It's not clear what the contents were since everything has been destroyed.  During the fire, there were no vehicles in the parking lot.  It was not a weekend.  The department couldn't locate anybody on the premises as they entered the building, which probably meant that it was empty.  The question is, how long has the building been vacant? The likelihood of an empty building running into self-casualties is very slim.  Fires are usually caused by humans.  But what would motivate someone to burn down an empty building?  It's not exactly a run-down crackhouse since the structure was in good condition while it was intact.  The lot was still maintained as well, along with a "no trespassing" sign and efficient locks.

Like the apartment lobby, Marley can't find any evidence of faulty wiring, burnt outlets, gas leaks or machine negligence.  But somehow, the floor and interior/exterior walls have been charred at least half an inch.  For an empty building, the chance of this type of damage and the uniformity of it (accidental fires usually spread in whatever direction is driest or contains the most flammable materials, so the char pattern looks random) is unlikely.  The middle of a room can be charred but the corners are intact or the only half of the room has been damaged.  



"Marley, did you double check the reports? Are you sure there weren't any internal causes?" Joseph asks as he checks the sides of the foundation for anything unusual.

"Sure did.  I even checked the whole floor for faulty wiring or machine malfunction.  Everything checked out okay, even the outlets." Marley shrugs as he looks over at Joseph.

"I don't know.  Something's not right.  Fires don't start themselves unless it's a freak of nature or somebody caused it.  The question is, was it an accident?"

"Joe, I think the question is...why would someone do it on purpose?"



After another hour of examining the exterior, Joe stumbles into an object that makes him stop dead in his tracks.

"Marley, come here!" He digs through a charred pile of debris.

"What is it?" Marley kneels down to see what the fuss is about.

"See this?" Joe pulls out an  object that resembles a burnt rock.  But it's very light.  "What does it look like to you?" 

"A rock." 

"Look again." Joe presses both thumbs into the object while the rest of his fingers pull it apart until it breaks.  The center of the object has retained its white color and  semi-crumbly texture.

"It's a foam." Marley whispers in surprise, holding it in his hand.

"Arsonists use foam to soak up accelerants like kerosine, gas, paint thinners.  Anything that has hydrocarbon to speed up combustion.  A foam the size of a shoebox with a gallon of accelerant can spread to the whole room in minutes.  And if done at night like most arsons are, the whole building is too dangerous to enter by the time we get there.  So if you put one in each room and a couple outside, you got the perfect fire." 

"So why didn't this one burn completely?" 

"Maybe it was the last one that was placed.  Or they had to get out.  The thing is, most people look for matches or a plastic gasoline container when they think  arson.  People don't think foam."



The new discovery left Joseph and Marley stewing in their own thoughts during the drive back to the firestation.  This is the first real evidence of arson that they have since the preliminary investigation began three months ago.  Still, finding evidence is not the hard part.  With enough time and resources, they will be able to gather enough supporting materials to open an official arson case.  The hard part is finding the lead to the actual perpetrators.  With crucial factors like hair samples, fingerprints, identification, witnesses and catching someone in the act, things become even more tricky and dangerous.  

When arsonists suspect that their cover is being blown, they tend to go after the person they perceive as a threat.  In a lot of cases, the investigators themselves become the next arson victims, losing not just their homes but their loved ones as well.



Location: 1557 Memorial Parkway
Time: 9:13 p.m.

Not too long after Luke gets out of the shower, his cellphone rings.  Lyn.  His heart races at the thought that it could be her.  When he sees her name on the caller I.D., a massive grin takes over his face, like a schoolboy that just got a call from his high school crush.  He tries to control the butterflies flapping around his stomach by taking a deep breath.  Why am I nervous?  I just talked to her the other night!

"Hey, you." He whispers, trying to hide his Kool-Aid smile.

"Hi, Luke." Her voice is soft and silky with just the right amount of husky that could easily be mistaken for one of those 1-800-HOT-LOVE numbers.  

"How was your day?"

"Good.  I haven't heard from the school yet.  Do you think they'll call?" 

"They will.  It usually takes a week or so especially for an important job.  Just be patient."

"Thanks.  It's just so nervewracking, you know? The wait."

"I know."

"And then there's you
Then there's you
And then there's you
Then there's you"

"What about you?"  She asks.

"It was pretty good.  Oh man, I forgot to tell you!  I got hit in the balls."

"What?? Who hit you in the balls?"

"Nate.  I was throwing a football and it hit him in the chest."

"Awww, poor baby.  So he hit you in the balls?"

"No.  He chased me around and threw the football right in my---"

"Ouch!!  Are umm...they okay?"

"Yeah.  They're still kind of sore though."

"Umm...how did we end up talking about your balls again?" Her voice becomes even more velvety.  He swears he can feel her  grin and crimson cheeks penetrating through the phone.

"Haha.  Sorry." 



"So what are you doing right now?" Her  lips seem like they are only inches away from his.  He can almost reach out and touch her.

"I'm lying in bed...talking to you.  What about you?"

"Same."

"Don't get mad, okay?"

"What? What happened?"

"It's nothing like that...it's just...you sound really sexy on the phone."

"Oh. I...umm...thank you.  You too."

"Really?"

"Yeah..."

"So...what are you wearing?"

"Luke!" 

"Sorry."

"Well...if you must know...I'm in my underwear."

"Oh yeah?  What color?"

"Red."

"Nice."

"What about you?"

"Oh, just my boxer briefs."

"What color?"

"Black."

"Ooooh..."

"Make that sound again."

"Lucas!"

"Sorry..."

*Copyright 2012 Lyn C.S.*
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"And Then You" by Greg Laswell
Video by: heartfantasynhorror

Chapter Seven (Ava Adore)

Previously, on "Heat":
Ch. 6 (What Would Happen)
-Naveah's attempt to have some alone time with Jake backfired when the rest of the group joined them in the hot tub.
-Landon and J.C. were surprised to find out that Brooke was in a show called 'The Real World, Sunset Valley'.
-Jake found himself playing around with Jamie after she splashed him, but he wished she was a brunette.
-Nate and Jessica had a steamy make-out session in their own private hot tub.
-He asked her if she wanted to go back to his place.
-She said, "Yes...hell yes."

*Graphic sexual content, nudity, strong language*



Location: 4400 Hamming Pier Road
Date: Monday, 10/31/11
Time: 1:27 a.m.

Jake holds the door open for Jamie as she steps inside the apartment, her high heels tapping on the wooden floor.  He smiles, trying to cover up the tightness in his chest as she walks past him, her delicate perfume breezing past his nose.  Since Jessica decided to leave with Nate, Landon offered to drive Naveah, Brooke and J.C. home.  To Jake's surprise, Jamie said yes when he asked if she wanted to hang out at his place.  He usually doesn't do that with girls he just met, but he feels at ease with Jamie, like she can be someone he can be good friends with.  And she really isn't a stranger since she's roommates with Nate's ex.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" Jamie asks, setting her purse down on the leather couch.      

"Not at all.  It's the first door to your left." He explains as he sits down and grabs the t.v. remote.  For a minute, he tries to remember if the bathroom is filthy, causing him to panic.  Then it dawns on him that Nate just cleaned it a few days ago.  Jake sighs in relief.  Whew. It's good to have a neatfreak brother.

"Thanks.  I'll be right back." 



Nate, on the other hand, heads straight to his room with Jessica not too far behind. Just the sight of the bed brings hazy flashbacks of her naked body sprawled out all over it.  On her back, on her stomach, on her knees, on all fours.  Sweat dripping down her agile body as her face contorts in pure bliss when she screams his name.  He knows this could complicate things even more.  He has no business getting involved with her again.   The woman he imagines himself falling in love with is supposed to be the girl-next-door type.  Jessica is far from the girl-next-door.  She looks like a biker chick, she cusses like a sailor and she parties like she's still in college.

The last time they saw each other was when she ran off from his apartment in tears, after a screaming match, especially when she asked him if he loved her.  He hesitated.  He told her he cared about her, but...he wasn't sure how he felt.  After that, she didn't return any of his calls or texts.  



"Jess, what are we doing?" Nate whispers as he wraps his arms around her waist from behind.  He presses himself against her soft body, inhaling the sweet scent emanating from her neck.  

"I don't know...I can leave if you want." She sighs, her voice barely audible.

"No...don't leave." His hands travel down her hips as he kisses the nape of her  long neck. 



"I like your place." Jamie sits down next to Jake.  As she scans the living room, her eyes widen at the sight of the poster behind the t.v.  "Huh! I have that same 'Strangetown' poster in my room."

"Seriously? You like that movie?" Jake turns to her in surprise as he narrows his eyes in disbelief.  He's been a huge fan of 'Strangetown' since it came out when he was a freshman in high school.  Noone shares his enthusiasm for SciFi, not even his parents, brothers or best friend J.C. 

"Yeah, I'm a huge SciFi fan.  'Strangetown' is one of my favorite movies.  I think 'Strangetown I' and 'Strangetown IV' are the best ones they made so far." 

"Huh." He sits back in silence, staring blankly at the t.v.  Not only is this girl hot and fun to be with, but she just took the words right out of his mouth.  Suddenly he feels very uneasy around her.

"What? You're not into SciFi?"

"I didn't even know blondes watch SciFi." He murmurs, never wavering his gaze from the t.v.  Shit, why did I just say that?

"Shut up! You're blonde too!" She punches him on the arm.

"OW!! What the hell?" He hisses in pain as he looks down at his arm, trying  to pinpoint the exact spot that her fist landed on.

"Tell you what. You can punch me back if you beat me in 'Knockout'." Jamie negotiates when she spies the video game case next to the console. Could this be her way of saying she feels bad for decking him?

"I'm not gonna punch you. Are you crazy?" Jake looks at her like she's lost her mind. There has to be a catch.

"What's the matter? Scared to get beat by a girl?" She picks up a wireless control and hands it to him, with the an evil smile that's bordering on sexy.

"Oh, it's on now!" He walks over to the console to turn it on, but he never leaves her gaze.



"You are so dead!" Jamie delivers a series of punches to Jake's character, knocking him to the ground.

"I'm just going easy on you, Blondie." Jake forces his man to get up but his lifeline is already on red.  He is one hit away from getting knocked out. " You haven't even seen---" 

"Hah! In yo' face!" She lands a brutal jab to the cheek, sending Jake's character to the ground again.  

"What?? Noo!! Get up!" He frantically tries to revive his fighter but time runs out.

"I whooped your butt, Blondie!" She grins, taunting him mercilessly.

"Umm..yeah, I was just warming up.  Next round, let's go!" 



"Nate, you so are fucking hot." Jessica murmurs as Nate crawls on top of her, her rosy nipples already stiff, grazing his chest.  

"Oh yeah?" Nate bites her chin as he rubs his growing erection between her legs.  

"Yeah.  Oh my God, whenever I see you in your uniform, I just about cream my panties." 

"Oh, shit.  You just made my dick hard." He looks down at the tent straining inside his boxer briefs. 

"Mmmm...I miss that big dick." She bites her lower lip as she reaches for his stiff length, gazing into his pale blue eyes like a femme fatale.

"No, baby, not yet." He bucks at the touch of her hand. "I need to taste it.  Gimme some of that sweet stuff." 

"It's you that

 I adore
Youll always be

 My whore
You'll be the mother

To my child
And a child to

My heart
We must never

Be apart
We must never

Be apart"

After sucking on her tongue, his mouth slowly moves down to her throat, leaving a wet trail on her skin.  She caresses his muscular arms as his mouth moves closer to her breasts, which are rising and falling in anticipation.  His tongue traces the area between her ribcage, slowly licking the hint of chlorine still lingering on her skin.  He squeezes her left breast with one hand while his mouth hungrily sucks the other one, nearly covering the entire area with his mouth as his tongue swirls around the swollen nipple.  A soft moan escapes her mouth as she runs her hands across his head, pulling him in even more.  He moves his mouth to the other breast, sucking at the nipple so hard, she hisses between her teeth.

He moves his face down to her stomach, lightly biting her skin as his lips travel lower.  He kisses her belly button before lightly tugging at her panties, planting warm kisses on the skin underneath, making her gasp.  His eyes continue to meet her gaze as she watches him impatiently, her breath becoming more shallow.  Smiling, Nate kisses her panties until his mouth reaches the fabric that's hiding her soft flesh.  He nibbles on it from the outside, teasing her, licking her, slowly driving her wild.

"Damn it, Nate, eat me!!" She grips the pillows with both hands as she thrashes her head from side to side.

"Say please, Nate.  Please eat me." He grins as he presses his face against her panties, inhaling her musky scent.  It makes him think of pineapples, just ripe and juicy, ready for picking.  The mere whiff of her wetness causes his dick to contract, making him want to pound her right there and then.  But he promised himself he was going to enjoy every inch of her, and that's what he's going to do.  

"Nate...please...please eat me. Pleaaaase!" She whimpers, her thighs quivering in frustration.

After taking her panties off, he takes a moment to just savor her lying between the pillows naked, heaving in anticipation, with her long legs parted.  She has this vulnerable look in her eyes, letting him know that she's all his for the taking.  He has the green light to do whatever he wants with her body.  He lifts her leg up as he kisses her inner thigh, slowing down as he gets closer to her hot center.  To torture her even more, he swirls his tongue around her groin, making him painfully close but not close enough.  But the smell of her dripping desire is too powerful to ignore.  

He wraps her thighs around his neck as he buries his face between her legs, her juices smeared all over his mouth as his tongue probes between the warm folds.  Her moans become deeper as his tongue goes in and out of her slippery walls, bringing her to her first orgasm.  Knowing she's still contracting, he flicks his tongue over her sensitive button while his middle and pointer finger penetrate her, pushing her into another wave of ecstasy.  

"Oh Nate, I'm gonna come again! I'm gonna fucking come!!" She arches her back as she squeezes his head between her thighs, grinding on his face.

"Mmmm...you taste so good...come all over my face." He mumbles, his voice muffled between her legs.

"Oh, Naaaaaaate!! Oh God, oh God!" Her hips convulse as her body explodes in a million waves.  A surge of poweful tingles travel from her pelvic area all the way to the tip of her toes like electric circuits gone haywire.

"Yeah, that's it.  Mmmm..." His mouth continues to follow the convulsions of her hips until her spasms subside.



Jessica rolls down the condom down Nate's whole length, lightly squeezing it as she strokes up and down until he's rock hard.  She straddles his hips, raising up slightly to rub his head back and forth between her flesh, teasing him.  Slowly, she eases down on him, feeling her damp walls stretch with every inch that passes.  Nate raises up as he pushes himself into her, slowly at first to savor the delicious tingles burning around him.  He closes his eyes as she envelops him in her warmth.  She's just as tight as he remembers.  The way she squeezes him as she glides up and down, makes him grip her hips even tighter.  Her moans become deeper as she moves faster, her breasts bouncing as she arches her back, her hands pushing him down on the bed even more.  

"Damn, Jess...you feel so fucking good..." He groans as he opens his eyes to watch himself slide in and out of her, with her juices dripping down the rubber.

"You miss this pussy?" She bites her lips as she slows down, loving the way his face contorts, knowing she's gripping him even tighter.  

"Hell yeah...bounce on it.  Come on baby, bounce!" He thrusts deeply into her until he can't go any further, causing her to let out a throat-rumbling moan.  His hands travel up to her breasts, squeezing them hard, before they land on her ass.  He can feel her body tense up as her moans become more rapid, knowing she's on her way to a third orgasm.  

"Oh, Nate, Nate!!"

"Touch yourself.  I wanna see you come again." He orders as he speeds up his thrusts, squeezing her ass, watching her lean back on one hand while she strokes herself with the other hand.  

"Naaaaathan Rosssssssi!! Que rico, papi! Que rico!!" She screams as she gushes all over him, her hips jerking wildy.  Seeing her come for the third time drives him even more insane.  He pounds into her while her body is still shaking, bringing him to his own explosion.  He holds on to her hips as he releases himself inside of her, a wave of heat and powerful tingles bursting from the center of his body, spreading to all of his extremities.  She continues to squeeze him with her walls until he has spent every last drop.

"Holy shit, you speak Spanish?" He collapses on the bed, feeling like his brain just short-circuited from the mindblowing orgasm.  

"Now I do. And I'm not done with you yet." She eyes him seductively as she crawls on top of him, tracing the outline of his ab muscles with her tongue.

By the time her mouth encloses his head, he's already hard.  Again.  He watches as she holds the base with her hand while her tongue runs up and down his whole length.  Slowly, each inch disappears inside her mouth until her lips nearly touch his pubic bone.  As her mouth moves back up, she presses the walls of her mouth even tighter, creating more friction against his skin.  He drops his head back as the warm of her mouth is almost too much for him to bear, it feels too damn good.  

"Mmmm...I can't get enough of you, Nate.  I can do this all day." She looks up at him with drugged eyes while her mouth continues to devour him.  She has this hunger that he's never seen on any other girl before, especially when he's in her mouth.  

"Oh yeah...like that.  Keep it like that...mmm..." He hisses between his teeth as he pushes her head in, burying himself deeper into her mouth.  The sound of her moaning, breathing heavy and slurping all over him is pushing him over the edge as the build-up of tingles and heat continue to grow in his pelvic area.   

"Mmmm...I want you to come in my mouth." She gently strokes his throbbing length as she tantalizes him with her pale hazel-green eyes.  

"No.  I want to fuck you again." He pulls her up by her arms and throws her on the edge of the bed, with her ass sticking out.  She has brought out this side of him, this darkness that he's becoming a slave to.  After what she just said, it's not about feelings or love anymore.  It's not even about passion or desire.  It's a deeper hunger that wants all of her.  

"In you I see dirty
In you I count stars
In you I feel so pretty
In you I taste God
In you I feel so hungry
In you I crash cars
We must never be apart"

He rams into her from behind, spreading her legs even wider, causing her to cry out in a threshhold between pain and pleasure.  This fuels him to drive into her even harder, nearly lifting her off the bed.  But she continues to moan heavily, loving it even more, pushing herself deeper into him.  He's intoxicated by the way his pelvis slaps against her ass with each hard thrust, accompanied by her heavy breathing.

"Yes, right there!! Fuck me harder!!" She grinds against him until he completely buries himself inside her.  

"You love the dick, don't you??" He slaps her ass so hard, it leaves a red welt.  

"Yes, I love the dick!! God, I love the dick!" She screams in delirious bliss, sticking her ass out even more as she meets his thrusts.



"Umm...do you know how long they're gonna be in there?" Jamie asks as she tries to ignore the endless moans and groans coming from Nate's bedroom.

"Honestly, I don't know.  You want me to take you home?" Jake shrugs, feeling even more embarassed having to listen to his brother have sex...with a girl standing right in front of him.

"Could you?  If I had known Jessica was going to pull an all-nighter with Nate, I would have left with my other roommates." 

"Haha. It's no big deal.  Come on, I'll take you home." He smiles as he grabs his keys from the coffee table.

Jake can't help but wonder what would have happened if he took Jamie in his room.  Would she have followed him or would she have asked him to take her home?  What was going through her head while Nate and Jessica were getting it on behind closed doors?  Then again, she punched him on the arm when he made a blonde joke, which probably means she sees him as a friend and nothing more.  But why does he feel uneasy around her?  If things really are platonic between them, she wouldn't have this affect on him, nor would the sex noises coming from Nate's room make things seem...awkward.

"So what do you do?" Jake tries to break the silence as he briefly looks in her direction.

"I work in an advertising firm.  What about you?" 

"That's awesome. I'm a firefighter." 

"Oh..." There's a mixture of surprise and intrigue in her eyes. She lets her gaze linger just a little bit longer before she looks away.
  


Location: 2883 Industrial Drive

Time: 6:03 a.m.

Jake pulls up to a large house surrounded by a beautiful view of the dark blue water.  He starts to wonder if she's single or if there's someone special in her life.  Then again, she did come home with him, which shows that she's open to meeting new people. At the same time, she might be having problems with her man...and she's checking out the market.  Still, he can't help but wish he can spend a little more time with her.  Talk more about SciFi, perhaps?

"Well...this is me." She clutches her purse as she turns to him.

"Nice house." He smiles.  He tries not to think about how much hotter she would look if she was a brunette.  It would definitely make her mocha skin even more luscious.

"Thanks.  I'm Jamie by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Jamie.  I'm Jake." Just as he holds out his hand, he hesitates.

"I know.  You told me twice in the hot tub." A smile forms on her face as she rolls her eyes.

"Oh.  Haha.  Sorry about that." Just the thought of his idiotic antics makes his cheeks turn crimson.  She probably thinks I'm a dork now.

"No worries, I had fun.  Well, thanks for the ride, Jake."

"You're welcome."

"Here's my number...if you wanna hang out again sometime." She hands him her business card, which includes her cell phone number.



As he drives away from her house, he gets this urge to look in the rear-view mirror. The sight of her standing there, watching him, takes his breath away.  Does she want him to turn around and come back? For a moment, he wonders if he should stop the car.  He can ask her what she's doing later on today.  But he doesn't want to sound eager or needy.  After all, she just asked him to take her home.  Maybe she has other plans.  

She did, however, give him her number.  She wants to hang out.  In what capacity though: as friends or something more? Jake's mind is being pulled in all directions as he tries to figure out what to do.  Then he remembers what Luke and Nate told him. If she gives you the number, use it.  But make her wait.  

With this epiphany, he takes a deep breath and drives off.  

*Copyright 2012 Lyn C.S.*
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Author's Note:  I was so nervous about posting this chapter.  Since this was the first love scene in the story, I was debating if I should keep it clean or keep it true to what Nate and Jessica wanted.  I even edited some parts out, but in the end, I realized that I had to keep it true to the characters.   So now you know why this story is rated "R" and why it's called "Heat". It's not for everybody. :-) Thanks in advance for reading! 
*Ch. 29 (In My Veins) from "Memoirs Of A City Girl" covers Luke's trip with Lyn to Hangman's Tree. 


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