Burn 3

I stepped from the shower into the steamy bathroom, the warm plush rug greeting my squeaky clean feet. Jacoby had left clothes for me on the towel rack while I was showering, just reaching a hand in and plopping them down. He must be the nicest dude in the world.
I scrubbed myself dry with the huge towel he gave me, getting most of the water out of my hair. I picked up the stuff he left me and held them over my face, taking in his scent. The shirt he left was loose on me, and the boxers roomy and comfy. He had even left me socks and slippers...
I sighed and opened the door to the sound of shouting. I heard Jacoby's voice deep and gruff, and one I didn't recognise.
"Seriously, Ronnie. Just go home and leave me alone."
"I want to know whos up in that shower. OUR shower."
"It's none of your fucking business who I've got in MY shower! This is MY house, remember?"
I sidled up to the edge of the stairs and looked down at the front door. Jacoby was standing there with an extremely annoyed look on his face, glaring at someone who looked faintly familiar. He was tall and lanky, with a mane of black hair and a black cutoff shirt and jeans that should be cutting off the circultion to his legs.
I tried to hide myself but the new man noticed me and gave me a wicked grin. "Zacky Baker? THAT'S who you've got in our shower?"
Jacoby spun around and gave me a look that said 'run!' But I ignored it and started down the steps.
"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, staying a few steps above them. "And how the fuck do you know me?"
"Why, I'm Ronnie, Jacoby's fiance. He never used to shut up about you."
My heart stopped dead. It took me a moment to register that properly before anger started boiling in my chest.
"Fiance, huh?" I glared at Jacoby. "He didn't tell me he was engaged."
"I'm not, Zack. I swear. He's clinging to something that I dropped a year ago. Don't listen to him."
Jacoby rushed up the stairs to me, but I swatted his hand away. "Sure. Unless he's a complete fucking psycho, I'd say you were hiding this from me."
"I'm not hiding a damn thing. He IS fucking nuts."
"Shut the fuck up, Jacoby. You know damn well you still love me." Ronnie stepped foward and leaned closer to me. "He tried to get rid of me, but he can't. He's addicted to me, everyone is!" he laughed, leaning back against the wall.
I had no idea what was going on.. "So, from what I gather here is that you two dated and got engaged, thats for sure."
Jacoby nodded, gripping the banister next to him. "Yes, we dated about two years ago, and we did get engaged. But then I figured out hes a complete fucking lunatic!" he stepped in front of me, blocking me from Ronnie. "Zack, he does this all the time. When he suspects something different is going on he comes over and pries his way in and wrecks it all. He did this with the last two people I tried to be with."
Ronnie laughed, high and sinister. "Yeah, Bert didn't stick around long at all."
I turned to look at Jacoby, understanding flooding my expression. This fucker was completely off his rocker.
Ronnie shoved Jacoby then, stepping up the stairs to stand next to me. "Trust me," he said with a more sincere tone, "He will leave you in a year just like he did to me. He's not worth - " but before Ronnie could finish his sentence Jacoby was on him. He smacked the slender man right across the face, causing him to stumble down to the first floor.
Ronnie caught himself and turned to look at Jacoby, his mouth open in an almost snakelike grin. He rubbed his cheek where an angry red handprint was welling up. "Well, he's never done that to protect any of the others. He must really want to impress you."
"Get the fuck out of my house before I beat you fucking senseless!" Jacoby growled, advancing on Ronnie. The taller man backed up towards the door, resting his hand on the knob. "I'm sick and tired of you just waltzing into my life and tearing everything down that I've tried to rebuild. Get the fuck out and don't come back, becuase next time I won't hesitate to throw you out myself."
"Whatever, Jacoby. I only do this because I still love you more than you know. It's too bad you can't see it because I'm the best you'll ever get." Ronnie spat at Jacoby's feet before throwing the door open and slamming it behind him.
Jacoby stood in the doorway for a few moments, hands clenched at his sides and chest heaving. Then he turned to me and hurried up the steps, wrapping his arms around me and buring his face into my neck.
"I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I don't ever want you to see me like that again. I'm sorry."
I pushed him away and looked into his eyes. Sadness and regret were just below the surface, pleading me to forgive him.
"It's fine, don't apoligise. You only did it because you wanted to make sure I know how much you care about me."
He smiled, running his hand up behind my neck and resting his forehead on mine. "Now you know. I've been waiting this long, I'm not about to let that asshole ruin it for me. I would wait until the end of time for you."
I felt my cheeks grow hot and I closed my eyes, feeling his breath on my cheek. His lips pressed to the tip of my nose gently and I sighed.
"I don't think I can wait any longer though, Jacoby." I said, opening my eyes and staring up at him. I reached my hand down and slid two fingers into the edge of his pants. "I've always had a crush on you, you know."
He gulped and smiled, his grip on my neck getting ever so slightly tighter. I slid my hand down slowly and ran it over his zipper and I felt him shudder, his nails digging into my back.
"Zack..." he whispered, licking his lips. "We...we can't..."
"Who says?" I countered, pressing my hand into him a little harder. His hands began to shake and his breath came in more ragged spurts. "I understand the feelings you have for me, and I could never hurt you. So what's stopping us?"
My hand pressed a little harder and he lost all his self control. He pushed me back against the wall, his hands locking my hips in a deathgrip. His lips were all over mine, warm sweet tongue flicking over mine. I gasped, grindging my hips against his and making him utter the sexiest sound I had ever heard. He ran his hands up under my shirt and over my shoulders while mine ripped open his belt buckle and button on his jeans.
He paused and gave me a lustful look. "Let's go upstairs." he murmered, pulling away form me and grabbing my hand, dragging me up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Once I was inside he slammed the door and locked it, wrapping his arms around me and throwing me onto the bed. I giggled as he came closer, stripping his shirt off and crawling over the top of me.
I ran my hands over his beautiful body as he scooted me up and laid me on the pillows. His lips were on me in a second, kissing a trail from my collarbone to my ear.
"Zacky, baby, you have no idea how bad I've wanted this for so long." He nipped at my ear and my hips rose, bumping ever so slightly into the growing spot in his jeans.
"Me to, I just didn't realize it for what it was." I replied, tugging my shirt off. He slid his hands under and ripped tthe garment off me and throwing it to the floor with his.
"I want you so bad," his voice broke as he said this, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my shoulder. I cried out with pleasure. I had always been a fan of rough foreplay.
"You just have to promise me your ready." he looked into my eyes,the longing in them almost too much to handle.
"I am, baby. I swear."