Author Notes: Sadly, Revenge Cake didn't place in the contest, but the plus side is that, now that it's over, I can start posting the rest of the story. ;) Though my original intention was to have this be a one-shot, I fell in love with the Jake and Leah that developed out of this story, and I can't let them go. I hope you enjoy the delicious, cake-filled ride that I have in store for you all! Don't forget to review and tell me what you think!

"What is this, Leah?"

"I don't know. Imprinting?"

Crammed into Emily and Sam's tiny bathroom, the two of us were attempting to clean off the icing and dress ourselves. The problem was that we kept bumping into each other, and despite my mortification of having been caught in the act by Sam, I was starting to actually get hard again. Every time one of her perky breasts brushed against my shoulder as she tried to share the running tap water from the sink with me, I could feel my dick begin to strain with the growing pressure.

I knew that she noticed this as well, because she locked her knees and bent over to retrieve the skirt that was still around her ankles. As she drew it back up her legs, she took her time, skimming the tanned flesh of her legs with her fingers, biting her bottom lip. I got a perfect view of her ass.

I winced in pain, but the pain wouldn't force the erection down. I tried to remind myself that I'd just had sex with Leah, but this only gathered the blood faster. How the fuck was I turned on again? And why? Hadn't being humiliated in front of my best friend, being covered in his damn birthday cake, been enough to permanently dampen any future hints of arousal?

"This can't be an imprint," I hissed. "You provoked me."

Leah shrugged. Her attention was on the floor as she turned slow circles, trying to locate something. I could hear the click-click of the heels I had only noticed she was wearing when we'd escaped to the bathroom to leave Sam standing in the kitchen with his mouth agape.

"Have you seen my bra?"

Don't think about it, Jacob. Don't think about her tits again.

"No," I growled. "It's probably still in the kitchen."

"Shit," Leah snorted. "I guess I'll do without."

She'd tossed her shirt onto the side of the bathtub when she'd been focusing on washing off the cake. She started to turn to retrieve it, but I caught her by the elbow.

"Wait. You missed some."

"Oh. I'll—"

I ducked my head, sucked her nipple into my mouth, and cleaned off the fleck of icing with my tongue.

"Fuck," she groaned.

I would have liked to. I couldn't make much sense of how I'd gotten to this place, licking icing off of Leah Clearwater's bare breast, but I was feeling a lot like I didn't want to leave any time soon. I hadn't been this fucking nuts for someone, this aroused, since Bella. Not an imprint—no—but definitely something.

My hands were on her waist. She caught one and guided it lower. I got the message loud and clear, but her hand remained over mine as she urged my fingers into her. Her walls closed around them as they sought entrance.

"We're really going to do this again?" I muttered, finding her neck with my mouth.

She tilted her head to the side, obliging.

"Don't blame me," she purred. "You're the one with the raging boner."

Her free hand grazed my pants, and I nicked her collarbone with my teeth, making her shudder.

"You're pretty wet yourself," I retorted.

I wiggled my fingers, and she squeezed.

"Do you taste as good as the cake?"

Leah chuckled. "You want to find out?"

Someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"Hey, what's taking you guys so long?"

"Shit!" Leah hissed, pushing me away at the sound of her brother's voice.

She tugged her shirt on so fast that I barely had time to realize she'd picked it up again. She threw my own at me. It hit me on the chest, and I caught it before it could drop to the floor. She'd already located and stepped into her panties before I managed to get the shirt on. I thought to wash my fingers that surely smelled like Leah's wonderland pussy, but she'd fluffed her hair when the notion crossed my mind, checked herself in the mirror, and had the door open before I could even turn to the sink.

Seth stood leaning against the door frame, grinning like a guy with a secret.

"So," he said, "I heard about your little fiasco. Emily's pretty upset too."

He'd heard about it? Then why the hell was he grinning? Who grinned when they found out that their sister had just degraded a cake with her breasts while their friend pounded her from behind? I felt my face heat. Leah cleared her throat.

"She is?" I managed to croak.

"Well, yeah!" Seth snorted. "I mean, what were you guys thinking? I heard you fighting in the kitchen, but I honestly didn't think you would use the cake as a weapon!"

"A weapon?" Leah choked.

"Yeah, Sam told me you knocked it off when you started fighting."

He looked me up and down, lifting a brow.

"By the sound of the fist fight, I sort of expected you to have a few marks on you, Jake."

I glanced at Leah, and then back at Seth. A fist fight? Sam had told everyone we'd been fighting in the kitchen? He'd lied?

"You know your sister," I hurried along with the fabricated story, "she has a temper."

Leah shot me a look. "Yeah. I guess I got carried away. I should have been more careful where I was shoving him. I shoved him right into the cake, and it fell off. I came in here to help him clean it off as a peace treaty."

Seth shook his head, clucking his tongue.

"Well, you'd better come on. You guys destroyed the main cake, but Emily bought two since she knew that we would probably finish one off pretty quick, and Sam's getting ready to blow out the candles."

Seth pushed away from the door and sauntered off down the hall. Leah and I watched him go in silence, glanced at each other, and then finally followed after. We passed through the kitchen, and I found myself searching the floor as we went.

Someone—Sam, I was guessing—had found Leah's bra and disposed of it. The cake had also been cleaned up. I had to figure Sam did that part as well, considering the impression of Leah's breasts in the cake would have been pretty obvious.

When we came into the dining room, everyone was already seated. The group having just come in from outside, they smelled of smoke from the fire. I edged around the table to find a seat. The only two left were side-by-side, which put Leah right next to me again. Despite everything, my mind was still in the gutter, and my cock was twitching the same. The only thing that kept me from glancing down at her breasts—her nipples, free from a bra, were protruding against the material of her shirt—was the sight of Emily at the end of the table near Sam. It was obvious that she had cried at some point after finding that her main cake had been ruined.

I wondered what it would have been like if she'd known how that cake had really met its end. I glanced toward Sam. He was scowling down at the table in front of him. I shifted in my seat, trying to find a small measure of comfort that had evacuated the premises altogether.

After several long seconds of silence that felt like the beginning of my punishment for screwing Leah in Sam's kitchen, on his cake, Emily finally seemed to realize where she was again. She cleared her throat and pushed to her feet.

She started saying something that sounded a lot like her speech before, "Thanks for coming", and, "We appreciate you all," and some other stuff that I went deaf to as Leah suddenly slid her hand over onto my lap. I started a little, but no one noticed since Emily had called their attention.

I glanced over at Leah. She was looking directly at Emily, but I could see the way the corner of her mouth was stretched upward in a coy smile. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Where had all of this attraction come from? Why could I, suddenly, not think about anything but the idea of having Leah again? And again and again and again? I felt like someone had warped my reality.

Leah massaged the crotch of my pants, and I was getting stiff again as Emily lit the candles of Sam's backup birthday cake.

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The party seemed to drag on forever. I'd declined my slice of cake that I no longer felt that I deserved and had watched Leah happily devour her own without a shred of guilt. It seemed like I was the only one unhappy about how we'd both just scarred Sam for life.

The only positive spin I could put on this was that I had successfully worked Leah out of her corner. She didn't scowl or glare or make snide comments the rest of the party. She laughed and talked with the other guests, though she carefully avoided Sam and Emily, and even took every open opportunity to grab my ass when we passed each other.

It was a little like she'd reversed roles with Sam, who was now the one that seemed to be sulking and glowering when Emily wasn't looking. I wondered what exactly it was that had pissed him off the most: the fact that I'd had sex with his ex, or the fact that we'd ruined Emily's cake and made her cry.

I didn't really want to know, so I avoided him too.

At least, until it was no longer possible. I wasn't paying attention—Leah saw to that—and I didn't realize people were leaving until I was one of the last guests left. I panicked when it finally dawned on me, said goodbye to Emily, and decided to puss out and leave without saying a word to Sam.

However, he seemed to have different ideas, and he caught me just as I was trying to escape down the walk in front of his house.

"Jacob."

I drew in a breath before pausing and turning back.

"Yeah?"

He jogged down the walk to me. He was scowling still. Not a good sign. When I realized that this was sort of intimidating, it pissed me off. We were long past those days when Sam had been the respected elder of the pack. I was alpha now.

Sam waved to a few stragglers as they reached their cars and yelled more farewells and birthday wishes, and then he turned back to me with his I-could-beat-your-ass expression.

"What exactly was that in there?"

It was the one question I couldn't rightly answer.

"I have no idea." I opted for the only justification I had, "She provoked me."

"You fucked her--!" Sam stopped, drew in a loud breath through his nose, and then spoke again in softer, but angrier tones, "You fucked her on my cake!"

"I--"

Was there an excuse for this one? No. He'd seen us doing the deed.

"I did, yeah. I'm sorry. It wasn't something I planned."

I could practically hear Sam's jaw crack. What was this anyway? Why was he sounding more jealous than hurt here? And, I mean, aside from ruining the cake, why was it such a big deal that I'd hooked up with Leah? Yeah, it was bizarre, but it wasn't like they were still together.

"Do you realize what this means?"

I lifted a brow. "No. Not exactly. I haven't figured that part out yet."

I had been asking myself the same thing. Did I want this night, these new feelings and needs, to pan out? Or was this a one-time thing? I didn't believe that Sam was thinking along the exact same lines, but I did believe that it was a question that was going to haunt me for awhile.

"You two are going to have to work hard to conceal this from the pack while we're wolves," Sam snapped.

It was sort of lame, considering all of the things that this could have meant, but it brought up another worry entirely. How was I going to hide this from the pack when it was all that I could think about? Maybe I'd never phase again.

I felt a flicker of annoyance at the suddenly large amount of stress I'd accumulated in one night.

"Look, Sam, I'm sorry about your cake, and about the images that are probably stuck in your head, but you should really--"

"Mind your own fucking business," Leah finished for me as she stepped out of the house.

I stared at her in surprise over Sam's shoulder. Her killer high heels clicked along the pavement toward us. I could feel my heart begin to thump, the lust begin to coil in the pit of my stomach.

Had I imprinted? Surely if I had, I would know.

She stepped around Sam and stopped next to me. Her hand skimmed my arm and fire licked from my elbow to my shoulder.

"This is between Jake and me. I'd say I'm sorry about your cake, but I'm not. Now, if you'll excuse us."

She hooked her arm through mine and began to lead me away.

"See you later, Sam," I called over my shoulder.

Sam didn't reply, and neither of us looked back. Instead, Leah leaned against me as we walked, tilting her head back to look up at me.

"We've really fucked things up, haven't we?"

She didn't sound upset by this, but I couldn't deny the idea that there was some truth to what she asked. We'd fucked up Sam, Sam's birthday cake, our once platonic relationship with each other, and who knew what else. Probably my own brain, for one, considering it wouldn't stop telling my body that Leah Clearwater was actually sort of beautiful, and that I should definitely take advantage of the fact that she seemed to want me.

"You started it," I reminded her.

We reached my Rabbit. Without invitation, Leah opened the door and got in on the passenger's side. I didn't object, but rounded the car and got in on my own side. She was already strapped in by then and looking pretty damned pleased with herself.

"Maybe I did," she said, as I started the car, "but I'm sort of glad I did. I would, sort of, like to start it again too."

She glanced toward me. "You want to finish it?"