One Last Time/ Version 2
Sequel to Hidden Within
Deception
Edward POV
My piano never failed to free me from the constant turmoil of my thoughts. Compounded with those of my family, I could easily lose myself in them. No one joined me in the music room on this night, and I preferred it that way. Bella was off shopping with Alice, and Emmett wrestled with Jasper in the yard. Carlisle read his journals in his study, while Esme enjoyed one of her long, luxurious baths in her claw-foot tub.
It was easy to ignore their mundane musings as I played a lighthearted composition. I was feeling in rather high spirits that night; it was the eve of one of my "hunting" trips with Jacob. Everyone thought that our sexual experimentation had ended all those years ago; I had explained it away as staving off Jacob's teenage desires until Nessie came of age to be his mate. But it didn't end there, as we made it seem. We were inexplicably drawn to each other, and we addressed our longing for one another with quarterly trips away, in which we would hash out our rivalry in the form of a hunting competition. The others had no trouble buying that story.
It had been three long months since he had last touched my cold flesh; three long months of pretending I didn't care. But my skin itched whenever he was near, which was quite often since he'd imprinted on my daughter. When we could be alone together, we often mused about the mystery of our fate—how the imprint had brought us together, but how we secretly defied it four times a year, right under everyone's noses without their knowledge. We took a sick sense of pride in our lies.
Though our attraction was difficult to ignore in the times we were forced to, I did so readily, even going so far as to taunt my dear wolf, just to keep up the ruse of our rivalry. I was well practiced in pretending not to care after so many years of trying to shirk my family's concerns for my loneliness. It was not quite so easy for Jacob; although he played the game well on the outside, I knew his heart ached over my attempts to keep the deception alive. He knew my cruel taunts didn't convey how I really felt, but they hurt him regardless. He always was a sensitive boy.
The passing months were easier on me than Jacob. I got to see his body so often—he usually went shirtless, and he would be totally nude when he phased. And when I was truly desperate for him, I could watch him through Nessie's mind, imagining it was me beneath him. Jacob had no such opportunities, but the anticipation and frustration that built inside him had its benefits. All Jacob had were his own recollections, which he made use of frequently. Jacob's thoughts would regularly turn to memories of our past trysts, or plans for future ones. Sometimes he thought these things in retaliation to my torments, but sometimes his hormones simply ran away with him. It never ceased to turn me on. An easy fix—I would simply seek out Bella and pretend I was hard for her. Unfortunately, Jake did the same with my daughter.
Currently, Jacob was lying awake in bed next to my sleeping daughter, thinking about our trip tomorrow and musing on the meaning of our connection. He didn't understand it. Nor did I, but neither of us wanted to stop. Nessie awoke, and she teased him about the upcoming trip, saying that I would surely beat him in number of kills. A stab of guilt gripped me; my daughter had so much pride in her father—what would she do if she ever found out how I betrayed her trust? No amount of guilt could stop me though; I needed Jacob. It was incredibly selfish, but I never claimed to be a selfless creature.
Their chatter turned to sighs and soft moans. My fingers left the piano keys as I dove into Nessie's head, watching my wolf through her eyes. My dick swelled at the sight of him; dark, hooded eyes, lips parted as he panted for breath, a sheen of sweat breaching his tan skin. I reached into my perfect memory to feel his incredible heat pressing against my body as he laid his weight upon her, rutting against her. A quiet moan escaped me as I entered Jacob's mind. He thought only of me and the tight coldness of my body encasing his.
Before I knew what I was doing, I was upstairs and outside their door, my hand down the front of my tight trousers, my fingers wrapped around my leaking cock. I pumped it rapidly as I eavesdropped on their minds and listened to Jacob's grunts and groans. My arousal almost consumed me completely, but I was careful to keep silent and be aware of the whereabouts of the others.
Jacob could smell my proximity, and he smirked at me mentally, deciding to give me a little show.
"Oh, fuck, baby," he moaned. "You're so tight." But not as tight as you. Never as tight as you.
A little whimper escaped from me before I could stop myself. It only urged him on, and he thrust harder and faster. Ignoring Nessie's moans, I focused in on the picture Jacob was showing me. He was thinking of me on our last trip. We'd found a small cavern behind a waterfall. I was beneath him, lost in the throes of passion. I gasped as the memory of the pleasure I'd felt rushed through me, making me come hard in my rapidly pumping fist. Biting my lip, I sighed soundlessly before racing to my bathroom to clean up the evidence of my indiscretion.
A/N: There will be four chapters in this story; the first 2 are a rewrite of the original, so my apologies if it sounds familiar.