Page 29 of Fighting Jacob

“You can win this, Jake, you just need to remember what you’ve been taught.”

Hank is a great coach, but my intuition is warning me to be cautious. “Alright. It’s too late to change anything, so we may as well run with it.”

“You’ve got this, Jacob.”

Hank disconnects our call, not giving me a chance to reply. He’s done the same thing numerous times the past six months.

While shoving my cell back into my pocket, I stride toward the waiting room. I’m just about to break through the double glass doors when Lola throws herself into my arms. “I did it!” Her screech pierces my eardrums. “I passed!”

Chapter Fifteen

Lola

When Jacob’s excitement gets the better of him, he spins me around and around and around. My stomach automatically puts up a protest to his twirls.

"Please stop, or I'll puke."

His spins halt as quickly as they started. Through scrunched brows, he sets me back on my feet before his eyes roam my face. He looks genuinely concerned, like he too is seconds from barfing.

“You alright?”

Smiling a grin as mischievous as his handsome face, he nods, snatches my newly printed license from my hand, then hotfoots it toward the parking lot. I’m on his heels in under a second, but his long strides mean I have to sprint to catch up with him

I didn’t think things through when I decided to dress like my mother. I forgot my horrendous lack of fashion would be displayed on my license for the next four years. My picture is hideous. The lady who snapped it didn’t wait for me to be ready, and when I begged her to take another one, the old cow refused. To say I don’t want my license circulated through social media would be an understatement. I’ll die if it gets out.

I appear seconds from having my worst nightmare come true when I witness Jacob snapping a picture of my license with his phone.

“If you post that, I’ll hurt you real bad.”

He props his hip on the driver's side door of his car before his fingers fly over the screen of his phone, not the least bit intimidated by my threat. When I try to snatch his phone out of his hand, he yanks it out of my reach. Considering he’s a giant, none of my springy jumps gets me close to his outstretched arm.

An arrogant smirk crosses Jacob’s face when I give up with a huff. “What are you willing to give me for it?”

I smash my hand against his lips when he makes gaga kissy faces. His laugh at my denial of a kiss makes a brilliant idea pop in my head. Stepping closer to him, I crowd him between his car and me before dropping my hand to his crotch. His eyes widen when I grip his package in a hold soft enough he won’t sustain permanent damage, but firm enough to reveal I’m not joking.

“Delete it.” I add a squeeze between words.

Sweat beads on his temples as his eyes drop to mine. “Gentle.”

“You should have thought about that before trying to embarrass me on social media.”

“I wasn’t going to post it. I was just gonna...” Sweat glides down his pale cheeks when I expose his lie with a tight squeeze. “Lol—”

“Delete it.”

Nodding, he abandons the post he was halfway through uploading to Instagram.

"Now, the photo in your album."

It’s amazing how quickly men follow the rules when their junk is on the line.

“There. Done. See?” He swivels his phone around to show me. It’s open on his album, and although there’s a handful of photos of me on display, they’re ones I approve of, so I don’t make him delete them.

“Good.”

I snatch my license back with my other hand before releasing his crotch. He exhales a big breath as his hand darts down to check that everything is in its rightful spot. While he gives himself an in-depth feel up, I saunter to the passenger side of his car. Victory is heating my blood, euphoric that little old me took down someone as big as Jacob.

Confident his cock is still in working order, the cheeky glint Jacob’s eyes forever holds returns stronger than ever. “If you wanna grope me, just ask. I’ll never turn you down.”

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