Chapter Two

The rain clouds loom over head making the whole town looks dark and dangerous, like something out of a vivid nightmare. The wind chills around buildings, old houses and down streets, looking for its next victim. Thunder crackles in low grumbles, rumbling the weatherboard planks around the house while lighting flashes in the distance, trapped in the dark clouds like a beast in a cage.

The large windows are sprinkled with tiny drops of rain and my eyes watch intently as they slowly break away from each other and roll down the rest of the glass.

Glancing down I find Wyatt curled around the bottom of the bed, nestled into the warmth of the comforter with his nose buried under the mattress. His red leather collar suits his shaggy golden fur and I chuckle as his hind leg kicks the air in rapid movements before stopping, all the while the mutt sleeps.

Rolling on to my back I slip my arms behind my head and stare up at the ceiling with a knowing smile on my lips. Wednesday's were always the best days of my week. It was the one day the station didn't need the Chief of Police and could function just fine without me. Of course I was always on call, but the boys knew I used this time to de-stress and chill out, so they knew to only contact me in a legitimate emergency.

Glancing at the clock I realise that Leah's already been gone a whole three hours even though her side of the bed is still warm and her scent lingers on the pillow. I groan feeling the pressure in my groin as I think about Leah, and all the things we could have done today. The room is dark and it seems so much like night that it's disconcerting to think about actually having to get my ass out of bed.

Rubbing my face I brush the hair back out of my eyes and contemplate the other need I'm feeling in between my legs. Licking my lips I glance down at Wyatt to make sure he's still asleep. Having a dog watch while I attend to my business edges beyond uncomfortable and I position the light bed sheet over my lower half just in case.

Slipping my hand under the band of my boxers I squeeze my balls softly, rolling them in my palm the same way Leah would. I can't help but imagine her here with me, the feel of her hands on me, her voice in my ear, her lips teasing mine softly as her tongue pokes out and runs across the bottom of my lip.

My dick is hard quickly just in the small space of time and I have to breathe in and out under concentration to stop myself from finishing too quickly. Licking my palm I work it back inside my boxers and grasp my cock, applying firm strokes along the shaft. Groaning, I allow my thumb to slip over the head with each slide of hand.

Shuffling my shoulders down I get into a better position under the sheet by lifting my knees and setting my heels into the mattress. My stomach tightens as my hand works faster, pulling and sliding, the sensation of skin on skin leaving a slight dry burn.

Biting my lip into my mouth, I gnaw at the tender flesh, aroused by the slight feel of pain while the other half of my body is in pure ecstasy. My knees fall outward as I work up a good rhythm, thrusting up slightly while my hand does its job. The feeling is nowhere near as good as when Leah touches me but I take what I can get, knowing she won't be home until five.

I stretch one leg out to get a better angle and shimmy the band of my boxers under my sac. My thumb works the top of my shaft as I squeeze and shallowly pump it in and out of my fist. The actions tighten my balls and in no time I can feel my cock expand the grip of my palm, ready to soak the sheets in warm, sticky cum.

"Leah," I whisper in the dark room, imagining her beside me and that my pants of breath are her pants of pleasure. I imagine her sun kissed skin, those bronze dark nipples, the way her back arches as she rides the shit out of me; expertly taking me to places I've only ever dreamed of before.

The vein in my neck throbs with blood as I exert myself and grit my teeth, throwing my head back and mumbling incoherent curse words as if I'm about to lose my mind. In my determination my tooth nicks the skin inside my mouth sending the metallic taste of blood circling the warm cavern.

"Charlie?" A sweet voice sounds in the hall, though I pay it no mind believing it's simply my imagination calling out to me.

"Leah," I choke out, repeating her name as if she is my saviour and her body a church, in which I come to pay homage. "Fuck Leah."

"Oh god, Charlie!" A voice cries, followed by the slamming of the bedroom door and the sound of swift feet.

My eyes fly open at the sound and I force myself to make swift movements to push my so-desperately-hard dick back into my boxers and trail the mystery person.

My heart bangs inside my chest like a jackhammer having being caught fucking my fist whilst imagining my very young, very sexy girlfriend, but I'm so stunned, my cop instinct buzzes to life and instead of running away, I find myself running toward the danger.

By the time I reach the drive way I find a scared and shaken Sue Clearwater scrambling into her truck to get away from me. There's a look of horror on her face and her cheeks are so red she looks like she's about to pass out from pure embarrassment.

"Wait, Sue," I call out, coming to a halt outside the cab of the truck ungracefully, sliding a few inches as my bare feet stop suddenly on the gravel. The windows are up but that doesn't stop my pleas to her. "Wait, please hear me out. Please Susan," I half yell, half whisper, in hopes she will hear my side of the story.

"Get away from the truck, Charlie," she snarls keeping her eyes forward and away from the prominent bulge in my boxers.

Stepping back I try to give her some space without allowing her to back out fully without injuring me. "Look Sue, why don't we go inside a have some coffee? I promise to explain everything."

Her eyes waiver for a moment and I know that she's given in. Sue has been one of my best friends all my life and she can hear in my voice that I'm sorry. Inside myself I know she's come not only to talk as friends but to discuss the relationship between her daughter and I. The Reservation is a small place and word would have spread like wildfire.

By the time I coax her inside and change into something more appropriate that will hide my raging hard on, Sue has made a pot of coffee and is sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me.

Running a hand through my wet hair I rub my neck and stare at the steaming coffee in front of me.

"Is it true?" Sue asks, her voice strained and her hands cupping her mug desperately. I've never directly lied to Sue ever and I wasn't about to start now.

"Is what true?" A play on the truth however, I could do.

Glaring at me I feel the fire of her gaze burn through me. Sue knows me better than I know myself and it scares me to think that it's always been that way my whole life. "Don't bullshit me, Charlie Swan. Are you sleeping with my baby?"

"She's hardly a baby, Sue," I scoff as I roll my eyes in an attempt to play off the heavy tension of the situation.

"She's barely an adult, Charlie. She's still a child."

She's wrong. Leah hasn't been a child for a long time. I don't want to argue with the mother of my girlfriend but I feel that I'm being picked apart. I want to be arrogant, cocky even, but Sue deserves better. Leah deserves better.

Tugging at the small hairs near my neck I press my lips together impatiently. "You're wrong, Sue. She's not a child. She's grown and she loves me." I registered the look of shock that runs over one my oldest friends face and nod in understanding, "Trust me, it was a surprise to me too. I've loved her like my own for so long."

Placing her mug down Sue stares at me a moment before something comparable to a light goes off in her head. Sue's always been bright, both beautiful and educated, yet still she chose to marry my best friend and settle down to become a home maker. She's always loved fiercely and even though I regret the fact she didn't follow her academic dreams, she does not. "And you love her back?"

Glancing at the windowsill I watch as the rain patters lightly against the glass. "I do," I nod as I take another sip of my coffee, "maybe not like you and Harry did, or you and billy now, but I love her. I have no choice but to."

Pushing her hair back behind her ear she nods, "You hurt her and Forks precinct will be looking for a new Chief, you hear me, Charlie? You may be one of my oldest friends but she is my daughter. "

"I know, Sue. Thank you." Relief rushes through me. It's not exactly a blessing but it's not a total shit kick of what it could have been.

"Have you told Bella?" she asks smugly, knowing that Bella would have a total different reaction than what she had had.

Bella's never been good with change and for her to finally realise that her mother and I will never get back together will grate on her nerves. Like a stubborn little lamb she'll stomp her feet and refuse to talk to me for a while.

"Not yet, but I will. I'm just biding my time."

"Don't wait too long. I think she's going to need some help convincing her that this is real. Don't be surprised if Bella doesn't swallow the pill as easy as I have."

"Thanks for the advice."

"Seth's looking for you by the way."

"Why?" I choke a little.

"He wants to have a word with you. My guess is he's taking his man of the house role extremely serious."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning," Sue started as she took a breath, "He's probably going to punch you in the face. I hope you have a strong jaw, Charlie. You're going to need it."