Chapter 2: Hot Cocoa

BPOV

I paced impatiently in front of the slowest microwave in the history of the world. Esme thought that our neighborhood mechanic might want hot cocoa while he fixed Edward's shitty Volvo.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" I said, hitting the edge of the cabinet with my toe as I kicked it furiously. I emitted a few choice words which had been around since the dawn of time and leaned against the counter. This wasn't good… the man I'd had a crush on ever since I saw him making out with some girl at a party a few years ago just came back into my life and I was going crazy.

"Isabella! Hurry up!" My mother called from the hall.

"Yeah, yeah!" I yelled back. Just then the microwave beeped at me, causing my heart to slam into my throat. I grasped my chest and pulled the cocoa out one-handed, heading to the door just outside of the foyer that lead straight into the garage. I carefully made my way down the four steep steps and began to place the cocoa on the table, the intro to my big slip-out-without-being-noticed trick when I lipped on a random binky and began to fall, the belated cocoa going with me.

I was prepared for the fall, being the klutz I am, I was used to the speedy adrenaline rush then the even quicker stop. But it never came. The only sensation I felt was pure heat. I was enveloped in two strong, steely arms, my body pressed backwards against Jacob's. I felt a blush rise into my cheeks as his grip on my waist suddenly tightened. Then something hard and large was pressed into my lower back.

JPOV

She was so very soft. Her impossibly lush body pressed against mine had my cock straining against her ass. I bit back a growl, the animal inside my chest raising its head and grinning. I almost pushed her away, but instead I pulled her body closer and she let out a soft cry. If that sound had come out of anyone else, I would have been turned-ff immediately. But the little moan-growl she made aroused me to the point of pain. I found myself lowering my face and inhaling her tri-colored hair. I groaned. Lavender and vanilla….a wolf's favorite.

"Jacob!" she gasped out my name as I resituated my cock between her soft cheeks. I growled in answer. I'd been too long without a willing pussy.

I moved my mouth to her neck and tested the soft skin there with my suddenly feral teeth. Her only response was to lean further over the table, her ass more molten against my straining cock.

"Bella…now…." I needed no foreplay…I just needed her soft, hot, and oh so very wet—

"Jacob. Is the Volvo done yet?" an icy voice called from the entrance of the garage.

So it was true. The leech was back. Nice. I patted Bella on the ass, causing her to sigh heavily, before I walked away, wiping my hands on my pants. "Not quite. Come back in about four hours and she'll be done." He knew exactly what I meant by that. I wasn't exactly talking about his beloved car.

A low snarl ripped from Cullen's chest and I smiled a little. I pissed him off. Good. "Stay away from her, pup." Edward said as he passed me, his voice was so low I doubted his step-sister even caught it. In speaking of which, I turned and saw her standing up straight now, her small face flushed a bright red as she chewed on her lip, refusing to meet my gaze.

I looked her over then shifted my gaze to the leech, trying not to inhale too deeply at his scent, "It seems that you'll have to take that inconspicuous red convertible over there." I said, a laugh barely concealed in my voice. Edward narrowed his eyes and I smiled again. He was very amusing. Then he put his hands on Bella, one on her lower back the other on her forehead. I felt my eye twitch involuntarily. His hands…on Bella…My wolf lifted its head and roared a challenge and I heard Edward chuckle low in his throat. My gaze stayed locked on his hands as I approached slowly, my muscles trembling. I didn't even try to calm myself.

I was completely surrendering myself to the anger, the fire that ruled me, washed through my veins and consumed me. I barely knew this Bella but the little leeches hands….touching the girl I wanted to push myself into deeply and never return. This could end one of two ways. Edward on the ground, even more lifeless, or me on the ground.