Jake felt his head swim and his hands go numb, he had been planning to spend some time with Gretschen and be intimate with her. That would hardly be appropriate if she was carrying his father's child.
He could imagine Gretsch pregnant and it made him happy. She would be a good mother.
Gretschen studied him silently, trying not to let her emotions skew his reaction.
"Congratulations...you and dad must be so excited." He smiled at her but his eyes were sad. "Now that you and dad are having a kid, I guess that means I missed my chance."
"Jacob...your father can't have any more children, he had a vasectomy not long after you were born. He's always wanted another child though." She watched his face go from sad to confused to recognition to shock. His dad had said something about Gretsch wanting to have kids but they couldn't, he hadn't understood...now he did.
"My baby?" He questioned, turning pale. "You're...I'm...How...?"
He was trying to connect all the dots and the picture was unfolding in a way he had never expected.
"Gretschen, I don't think I'm ready to be a father." Jake looked like he might pass out.
"Nothing is for certain yet. This is only a home test, they're not always accurate, and my whole family has a history of miscarriages, difficult conception and false positives. It is likely that my body will not support a pregnancy so I'm trying not to get my hopes up." She looked so sad.
"That means we can't...be together. I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt the baby. If there is one, I mean."
"You don't know much about pregnancy do you?" She giggled, her smile returning.
"Not really." He admitted, feeling shy for some reason.
"Jacob, you could take me every way you can think of and never hurt a baby if I was carrying one. Even rough sex won't harm anything. As long as you aren't beating me mercilessly, you couldn't hurt a thing, the female body is designed to protect the life growing inside it, the only trouble is that my body is messed up. If I'm not pregnant or I lose it, it's not from anything you've done." She looked sad again.
"Gretchen, dad told me you've always wanted children. I don't think I could raise one but if you want babies, I will help what I can. I'll put as many inside you as you want to carry...Sorry, that sounded really weird." He cringed and blushed which made Gretschen smile once more.
"I'm not sure I'd be any good at being a mom but I'd like to give it a go. I was planing to wait until I was thirty but plans are like rules, they're made to be broken." He saw a blazing intensity behind her blue eyes with a hint of mischief.
Break the rules because rules are made to be broken.
He dropped the box he was still holding onto the sofa and reached for Gretschen. Pulling her into a tight hug, he kissed the top of her head, her forehead the tip of her nose and then warm and soft on the lips.
"Gretsch..." His voice was low and warm. She looked up into his eyes.
"You will be an amazing mother."
He said it with such conviction. Jacob wasn't just saying it, he meant his words.
"Thank you for thinking so, Jake." He loved the familiar name from her. This, he realized, is what she called him when she saw him as a companion rather than a stepson. She used it only when she was truly comfortable, Jacob made it his goal to hear it more often.
He took her hand and led her back to the kitchen. Together they washed the dishes and wiped down the counters.
When they'd finished he took her hand and pulled her close, wrapping his arms about her soft waist. Gretschen sighed into the embrace, she was thankful that he wasn't avoiding her anymore.
She knew this was the real start. This is where a relationship is built. This wouldn't be a fling or a one night stand...there was more than passion between them and she wouldn't have had it any differently.
There were nine years between them, well...eight years and seven months, that was nothing compared to the thirteen and a half years between Gretsch and Rick. She wasn't so far out of line to hope for a truly meaningful relationship for them.
He dipped his head down to kiss the nape of her neck. The sensation sent chills up her spine. She had always loved little kisses and affectionate bites on her neck and shoulders.
She captured his lips with her own and coiled herself around him like a snake. She wanted to be close to him, to hold him, to be his tonight.
Jacob grabbed her rear end and lifted her up, setting her gently on the cool countertop. He kissed her gently, savoring every moment, he wanted every touch and caress to last forever.
Their bodies started reacting to the closeness and the passion started to build between them. Their kisses becoming more fevered and their touches more forceful.
He loved how soft she was under his hands.
Gretschen was strong, she had tended gardens, plowed fields, kept up the manor and even taken care of Mr. Evans herd of cows when he had cancer. She was no stranger to hard work and even heavy manual labor but she never looked or felt as muscular as she was.
Her frame was naturally curvy and no matter how badly she had wanted to be thin and willowy when she was younger, she couldn't ever achieve it.
She had filled out pretty young but was aging slowly and gracefully like her mother. In fact, aside from the formal composure with which she held herself, she looked almost exactly as she had at her high school graduation.
At 5'4" she was what Jake considered short and he often teased her good naturedly when she couldn't reach things before helping her. She packed a lot in that space though, her 38DD breasts and 46 inch hips meant that she could never find clothes that fit her properly. Her waist only being 27 inches made it nigh on impossible to find high waisted jeans, which she preferred, that also fit her ample posterior. In fact, only one brand made a perfect fit and she had to special order them.
Gretsch had resorted years ago to making her own clothing for reenactments and finally started making most of her daily wear as well. She had made the dress she was wearing tonight and was glad she had already gotten about a year of wear out of it and that she hadn't spent too much time on it when she made it.
*rrriiiiipp*
In the heat of the moment Jacob didn't even search for the buttons, he tore the dress clean down the front in his quest to touch and taste every inch of her.
At the sound and sensation of tearing fabric she stiffened. It was fierce and aggressive but it was Jacob in the throes of passion, wanting to please her.
He wouldn't hurt her.
Feeling Gretschen tense up he knew this limit would take some work and that it would take more than one night to overcome. He worshipped her skin with his tongue and lips, feeling her slowly relax into his ministrations.
When she was calm again he grabbed the sides of the rip and tugged aggressively once more, causing the dress to rip further, his lips never leaving her body. She shuddered but realized this was an exercise and that he was, in fact, in total control. Instantly she relaxed again.
Jacob popped the clasp on her bra and practically yanked it off, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently. His hands were big but he marveled at how her breasts were still well more than a handful.
Her skin smelled faintly of honey, oats and almond. As he continued down her body he caught the soft scent that he knew was her arousal.
He looked up into her eyes, she was looking right back with fire that could rival the sun. Her lips were parted slightly and she panted for breath.
She was ready.
Jacob shed his clothing and turned back to Gretschen who was admiring his fit physique. He jokingly flexed for her and ran his fingers through his hair in a mockery of all those Hollywood stars posing.
He could see the passion flare behind her eyes, Jake had expected that to gain him a laugh, not fuel this intense lust.
"You like it when I'm cocky for you, Gretschen?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at her. She finally giggled.
"I find that funny and silly are major turn ons for me. I've always loved to laugh and a man that is confident enough to act a fool in front of the woman he desires, just to see her smile, is the best kind of sexy and it is a display of real intimacy. It takes strength and self assurance to behave in such a way and I like that. In fact, I fell for your father because of similar antics."
Jacob was okay with being compared to his dad. They weren't competing for this amazing woman, they were both hers. If being silly and giving Gretschen the closeness and companionship she needed was what he truly wanted, then that just showed how much like the older man he already was. His dad was a man worth emulating.
Jacob grinned and kissed his way down her exposed skin as he knelt and pushed her right leg up until her foot found purchase on the counter. He was face to face with her striped panties.
"I assume you know by now, but I intend to get you a few bolts of fabric and some new undergarments soon." He muttered, a chuckle in his low voice as he kissed the soft skin inside her right thigh causing her breath to hitch.
He fished a pocket knife out of his jeans on the floor.
"I believe this will be difficult for you but I know you can do it. I have no doubt that you trust me, it's time to push the limit." The knife flicked open and she visually shook.
"Gretschen! Look at me." Jake snapped at her, his words struck her like a physical blow, it drew her eyes back to his and away from the blade.
"I care more for you than I've ever cared about anyone. I care about you more than my own life. I promise you with all my heart that I will not hurt you."
She nodded but she was still shaking.
He stroked her exposed skin with the fingers of his empty hand and resumed his gentle kisses. After several minutes she calmed and found her arousal rising again. Gretsch closed her eyes as her head rested back against the cabinet.
Jacob slowly slid the cold metal up her left leg, the blade facing up so even if she flinched it wouldn't cut her. Another series of quakes went through her but this time she stilled quickly. Her eyes were on the blade and she could see there wasn't any imminent threat but she was nervous.
