Jacob's POV

The sound of skin beating against skin filled the air. He knelt on damp sheets, his hands resting on the slope of her ass as she bounced on top of him.

A thin layer of sweat clung to the slope of her tits as she arched before him.

A naked Bella Swan was bucking against his cock and he felt...nothing. Actually, he wanted it to be over with as soon as possible. He glanced over at the digital clock on the end table.

11:28.

Jesus Fuck, he thought. They'd been at it for the last 48 minutes.

So he bent his head and caught one of her jerking breasts between his lips. He sucked and sucked, pulling the soft flesh into his mouth. She moaned above him, shivering in response. His eyes traveled to her face and watched as her fingers threaded through her long brown hair.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips parted in a low continuos moan.

Almost there.

"Ughhh, uhhh. Oh god. Oh GOD. Jake. Jake. JAKE!"

His teeth grazed her taut nipple and he gave her ass a rough squeeze.

She exploded. Her pussy clenching around him, liquid pooling between them.

He lifted her off of him and she collapsed onto the bed. Reaching for his shirt on the ground, he gave his cock a couple strokes then came into the soft material.

The bed creaked as he got up and looked down at the thin, pale body glowing in the moonlight streaming in through the blinds.

"I'm going to jump in the shower."

"Mmmhmm," she moaned, then rolled away from him, pulling the starchy motel sheet over her naked body.

On his way to the bathroom, Jake grabbed the worn Levis on the floor beside the dresser. He retrieved his phone from the front pocket then discarded the jeans back to the floor.

Once he was in the bathroom, he locked the door behind him. The lights buzzed above him as he turned the shower on then sat on the toilet.

He stared down at his phone. After a few moments he flipped it open and dialed the number for his voicemail inbox. He typed in the password, then raised the phone to his ear. The familiar recording played.

"You have no new messages and three old messages. To listen to your messages press one, to-"

"Friday, October 6th. Jacob, it's your father." He pressed four.

"Tuesday, October 10th. Hey asshole, this is Embry. You know, we went to fuckin' kindergarten together-" He pressed four again and waited.

"Today, October 14th, 1:26pm. Jake, this is Sam." Jake let the recording continue, listening intently as Sam awkwardly cleared his throat. "I got your number from your dad, I hope that's okay. Look Jake, I know you're figuring your shit out, being young, traveling the world, and all that shit but...I'm getting married in three weeks, man. To Leah Clearwater. And I don't care that you haven't called or wrote and I haven't heard from you in two years. I don't give a fuck. It's water under the bridge. But, I really want my best friend standing beside me at the alter when I marry the love of my life. I know it's short notice, but..Just call me back, okay? It'd mean a lot to me if you would be my best man."

He'd left the shower curtain partially open and the hot spray was pooling along the yellowing tile floor. Billows of steam filled the tiny bathroom, causing beads of sweat to collect on Jake's hairline. He brushed them away impatiently. Then pressed three.

"Jake, this is Sam...I'm getting married...to Leah Clearwater...love of my life..."

Images of Leah flashed through his mind. Leah riding shotgun in the Rabbit, laughing as the wind whipped through her hair; Leah jumping on his back as they walked First Beach beneath the August sun, her hair smelling like the salty ocean air; Leah laying naked in his arms, sweat glistening on her copper skin, her breasts pressed against him as she curled against his chest.

The Leah that was his for those few, short months two years ago.

And now she was marrying Sam Uley, Jacob's best friend. He couldn't help but laugh at the way things had turned out.

He threw his phone on the sink and stepped beneath the now luke-warm stream of water.

Fuck Leah. It was a stupid fling years ago. She's nothing to me. Just some chick I fucked for a few months. His cock twitched in recollection. He glared down at the betrayal. Okay, she was the best lay of my life. He bent his head beneath the pounding stream and let it beat against his back. And then she broke my fucking heart. He watched as the water rushed down the drain in a spiral whirlpool.

Memories floated to his mind's surface, memories he hadn't let himself recall in two years. Leah's white two-story house enclosed by towering evergreens, the long gravel driveway, the porch where she stood in his favorite red sundress, her hand on Sam's shoulder, Sam leaning in for a kiss.

His hand slammed against the knob and the water shut off.

He was shaking. Slowly, he took a deep breath.

She's just a girl. She's a girl who loved my best friend, who'd been with him since we were all in diapers. She's a girl who came to me after they broke up and he left for school. She's a girl who, when he came back, flung herself back into his arms.'Cause what we had meant nothing, it was nothing.

He stepped out of the shower and walked to the sink, angrily wiping the mirror.

Then why haven't you been back to La Push in two years?

He stared at his reflection.

"She's just a girl," he whispered. "And he's your best friend."

He pressed his forehead against the glass. "And you've been running for too long."

Jacob reached for his cell phone, dialed Sam's number and listened as his voicemail picked up. Probably he's fucking Leah. Probably he's making her cum. Probably they're laying in bed naked talking about growing old together or some shit like that.

There was a beep on the line. He cleared his throat.

"Hey Sam, it's Jake. Calling you back. I'm in Denver, but I'll start heading home tomorrow. I'll be there in a few days. I'd love to be your best man. Hope it's cool if I bring a plus one. Talk to you soon." He slammed the phone shut and toweled off.

She's just a girl.

He opened the door and the cool bedroom air sent shivers through his body. He opened a dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of sweats.

Slipping them on, he slid into the bed beside Bella. Gently, he pulled the rest of the blankets over their bodies. It occurred to him that he'd been with Bella, traveling with her, eating dinner with her, fucking her, longer than he'd been with Leah. The thought unsettled him and he pulled her closer to his body.

He glanced over Bella's sleeping head at the glowing red digits. 1:26.

With a sigh, he stared up at the ceiling and waited for a sleep that didn't come.

Author's Note:

Hello loves,

This is my first attempt at a fanfic and I am SO EXCITED. I have a lot of ideas for where I want this story to go, but I am totally open to suggestions.

I will be going into Jacob and Bella's relationship, Sam and Leah's relationship previous to her "fling" with Jake, and more about this "fling" in later chapters. This was just the unfolding!

Since I am brand new to the world of fanfiction writing, I would greatly appreciate any comments and/or feedback, so feel free to review!

Hope you enjoy... xxExtremeWaysxx