Author's Note: So this is my first Fanfic lt's going to be a smutty lemon...at least I hope it will be and I really hope that you guys enjoy it because I worked really hard on it. ENJOY!!! Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight I just get to play with them and make them do what I want

BPOV

As I lay in my bed thinking about Edward, wishing that he was here instead in my room…in my bed with me. Hating the fact that he had to go hunting to satisfy his undying thirst for my blood that he had.

I closed my eyes and said to myself,' just a few more hours and you can see his perfect face again.' But I was also thinking about my best friend Jacob and how I missed seeing him, and how I love him but not as much as I love Edward. I was really considering throwing on some shoes, getting in my ratty old truck and going to see him, but I knew Alice, Edward's sister, would be watching me like a hawk. Bringing me out of my current thought I heard an 'umph' and a grunt coming from my bedroom window. I looked over and saw nothing but a forehead and big black eyes.

I recognized those eyes the moment I saw them and ran to the window to open it and let him in. Half of me was absolutely screaming that Jacob being here is downright wrong but the other half was saying the complete opposite.

"Geesh Bella, why don't you put some oil or something on that window of yours?" He said in a distressed tone.

"I know it's getting worse, I'll have to do something about it in the morning. Wait…what are you doing here? I asked surprised to see Jacob standing in the middle of my bedroom-shirtless. He started to walking slowly toward me.

" I missed you and wanted to see you, and I also can't stand the fact that we're not allowed to be around or see each other alone." It all came out in one big sentence of jumbled words. But there he was -the boy- the man that I loved. My best friend.

All I could say was, "I feel the exact same way."

Jacob's POV

"I was standing there trying to say something but I couldn't get anything out.

All I knew was that I wanted her, not just mentally and emotionally, but physically. So I did what any teenage boy with raging hormones and in love with the girl of his dreams would do. I briskly walked toward her, heartbeat racing, I pulled her into my arms and fiercely started kissing her, she pushed me away and told me 'no', but I wasn't taking that for an answer from her again. So I picked her up and threw her on the bed taking in the site of her in her shear tank top and matching pants. The soft mounds on her chest heaving up and down from her panting for breath.

Everything was so clear. I knew what was going on and what was going to happen, or at least what I wanted to happen. There I was on top of of her ripping her shirt off looking at her bare naked chest with small silent tears rolling down her face, her chin trembling and her softly shaking her head, pleading for me to not do this. I started to slowly pull her pants down when a small whimper escaped from her mouth. It made me stop and think. Could I make someone I cared about want or do something they didn't want to do? No. Could I rape someone I cared about? Hell no! But could I talk and soothe them into it? That's a possibility, a definite possibility.

"Bella, sweetheart. Please don't cry." I tried to soothe her and it seemed to be working a little.

"Jacob I don't think I can do it, I can't hurt Edward like that- I love him." She was too gentle for her own good. I loved and I hated it all at the same time.

"You love me too."

"Yes, but not in the same way. It's not that simple." She said shaking her head.

"Yes you do in the same way and it is simple." She shook her head again. She could be so darn stubborn at times.

"Bella, look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me, look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't love me enough to do this with me." She stayed silent and gazed towards the window. I knew that I had gotten her and she knew it too.

He got me, he knew it and I knew it. There was no way I could ever deny my love for my best friend. Anyone who knew me well knew that I couldn't. I reached up and slowly pulled his face down towards mine and gave him one soft peck on the lips. He leaned back and looked up questionably into my eyes for reassurance and permission to continue what had already been started. He kissed me softly again and again, then more passionately he took my bottom lip in between his teeth and with the tip of his tounge he liked it asking for admittance. I graciously opened my mouth to let his tounge enter. We started kissing each other more roughly, fighting for dominance. We were both shirtless but we still had our pants on. With his tounge still in my mouth he pulled my pants down the rest of the way while I worked on the button of his. I couldn't believe this was happening to me, but when I finally got his pants off all of my thoughts went incoherent when the tip of his penis brushed against my entrance. I let out a soft moan and arched my back into him, he reached up and started to massage my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples making them hard and erect.

"Come on Bells, you know you want this. Stop holding back and just give in to it." I don't know where that deep husky voice came from but it suddenly made me very moist in between my legs. I ran my hands down his chest to his chiseled abs to grabbing his nicely firm and toned butt. I was pulling him closer to me and just when he was about to enter me there was a loud crash that came from outside the door.

A/N: Sorry if this chapter is really short and about the cliffhanger at the end. But I want to send me some reviews about what you think will happen and what you want to happen. Give me some ideas and pointers I'm always open to others opinions. FEED ME SOME REVIEWS!!!! :)