Summary: Everyone dreams of a perfect romance, but what should you do when it becomes a violet and terrifying nightmare? Jacob Black loved Emmett Cullen but will Emmett's brother Edward be able to show him what real love is and save him from this nightmare?
A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews everyone! I really enjoy reading your feedback and I hope that I get just as many if not more on this chapter. Also, I forgot to add that this is AU and that everyone is human. Again, thanks for the reviews and I hope that you all enjoy the new chapter.
Love and Pain
"Babe, babe, wake up. Come on, open your eyes for me sexy. Please."
I hear his beautifully, deep, lust filled voice pulling me out of my slumber as I slowly awaken. I sigh heavily and keep my eyes closed just a little while longer, preparing myself for another day of carefully spoken words and treading lightly on Mr. Cullen's ego.
So far, it sounds as if Emmett was the person in charge today and if I was lucky, this persona would stay around for the next twenty four hours, keeping Eric and his cruel intentions far away from me.
I turn towards him slightly and I know that his face, is less than an inch from mine as I feel his breath whisk lightly across my features. The smell of mint hanging lightly in the air.
His hand wonders down my chest, caressing the flesh beneath his fingertips. A moment later his lips find my neck, laying kisses along the path to my jaw line. I knew that he wanted to have his way with me again and as long as he was making me feel so damn good I wasn't about to complain. I missed this side of him and I knew that I had to take advantage of a good thing while it lasted.
A small set of shivers run through me as he gently nibbles on hot spot, pushing the button that stirred the passion and lust deep within me. His large hand finds my semi-erect manhood at the same time and I slowly begin to lose control.
I moan lustfully while still keeping my eyes closed. My hips sway upwards without much guidance from me, obviously loving the touch and skilled hands of my husband. I hated him for what he was able to do to me especially after the way he had treated me just a few short hours ago.
"Good morning handsome." He whispers into my ear as his hand continues to stroke me.
I smile in acknowledgement as I allow my eyes to finally open.
The room was grey and the sky was pouring down rain, hitting the earth below hard in a chorus of steady taps. The sound soothes me and sets a romantic mood for our early morning romp.
As I lower my hips I connect with the mattress once again. In that instant, I'm reminded of the events that took place the night before. I wince, and let out a groan despite my best efforts to remain silent and focus solely on the pleasure that he was providing me. I inhale slowly and exhale with the same amount of force in an attempt to forget about the pain.
His lips soon meet mine and our tongues dance together, our movements soft and tender as I reach my full length. I whimper when he breaks our contact. He then pulls back and smiles at me before looking down towards the lower half of my body. I watch him as he watches his own movements along my shaft. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. It was almost as if he was enjoying what he was doing, almost as much as I was enjoying the sensations that were ripping through my body. He then bites his lip before covering it in the pinkness of his tongue as he licks his lips seductively. His eyes clouded over with lust for me as he moves down my body, his arm covering my torso as he licks the wetness of my tip.
I find myself thrusting off the bed, begging him to allow me entrance into the warmth of his mouth but yet I'm forced to wait. His hands move quickly to my hips, holding me firmly in place, denying me any pleasure beyond what he was willing to give. He then takes his time licking up and down the shaft, teasing me but I accept this and allow him to set the pace. After all everything in our life together was about Emmett's need to have control and I learned a long time ago to sit back, shut my fucking mouth and let him have it.
Soon he picks up a nice rhythm. I'm in ecstasy as he takes almost the full length down his throat and swallows hard around me. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he continues to work his magic. He then picks up speed, his cheeks pulling inward creating a vacuum like suction that has me seeing stars. I'm fisting the sheets and moaning in delight as I come closer to the finish line. However, I grunt and suck my teeth in frustration when he releases me and kisses his way back up my body.
"Damn it babe. Why did you stop?" I question wanting to sound annoyed. Instead, it comes out in nothing more than a whisper as he attacks my right nipple with his tongue while his fingers, pinch and tease the left.
When he has me withering beneath him he once again he pulls back, his dimples showing as he smiles down at me.
He then leans over and whispers in my ear.
"Because I want to be inside you when you come for me. I like how hard your sugar walls contract and milks my cock until there's nothing left. I also love the look on your face at the exact moment your orgasm rips through you. The way you shake and scream my name, everything about it is sexy as fuck. And I want to experience that, right now."
The sound of his voice and words that he has spoken makes my cock twitch in desperate need. His voice was so deep and laced with pure sex, that I couldn't wait to give him what he wanted. What we both wanted.
I'm so shock and paralyzed with desire that I barely notice when he moves to lay at my side.
When I don't move he pulls my arm, grabbing my attention.
"Saddle me up baby. It's time to go for a ride."
He doesn't have to tell me twice as I grab some lube from the nightstand draw. I kiss him on the lips before I pour the gel like substance into my hand and rub it on his cock. He's moaning and bucking into my hand as I work him every so gently, being sure to coat every inch of his masterpiece. When I'm done I quickly put some on my entrance. It soothes the damaged, burning skin and I hope that it doesn't hurt too badly when he enters me.
Once I'm finished I straddle his lap and connect our lips together for another long, breath taking kiss and I don't pull away as I slowly lower myself onto him. I grunt a little in discomfort but it hurts a lot less than I thought it would. I continue down carefully until I'm stretched and filled with every inch of him.
I break the kiss as I place both hands on the headboard and begin to roll my hips back and forth while Emmett worked his hips upwards beneath me.
Instead of riding him fast and hard, I keep up my slow and steady pace. It was my way of giving my body time to adjust not only his size, but the fact that my ass was being invade for the second time in less than eight hours.
I could tell by his breathing that he was hating it and enjoying it at the same time. His grip on my hips and the way he pulled at me indicated that he was fighting the urge to slam into me and take control. He may have been a little aggravated but at least at this pace he would be able to enjoy the feeling of having each muscle in my anus massage his cock. Don't get me wrong, fast and hard is sexy when done right, but I miss making love to him. So whenever the opportunity for me to do so came along, I took full advantage of it.
In the throws of passion I lean over and kiss him with so much fire, so much passion that I felt a burning sensation in my chest.
I loved this man and I wanted to show him just how much, even if that show of affection set both of our bodies on fire. I could have held off a little longer but his raspy moans and gasp interrupts us, his lips departing from mine as our pleasure censors shoot up a notch. This felt so good, but the second that I shift my weight, just a bit, his steel pole finds my prostate and the sound of my own groans bounce off the walls around us. That's when I pick up my speed, our skin slapping together loudly as I ride him faster and harder.
"Mmm, yes, that's it baby. Ahh fuck." I heard Emmett's deep voice cry out from below.
"Ahh, mmm, damn you feel so good. I'm so close, so close." I grunt out as I step closer to the edge, knowing that I was going finish soon.
Emmett's strong, large hand then grips my aching hardness and pumps it in time with the movement of my hips. I hear his harsh, jagged breaths slowly become a loud, fierce growl and I knew that he was as close as I was.
I could feel the tingling in my gut and my body started to convulse, my eyes disapearing into the back of my head the force of my climax hits me hard. An inhuman like groan spills from me as the massive man beneath me screams my name. His pelvis rises sharply with an almost painful force, impaling me on his full length, assaulting my prostate until I collapse from exhaustion, my body unable to take any more as his hot liquid fills me and I lay on his chest in a mess of my own making. He instantly flips us over, so that I'm now on my back and his body is pinning mine down. My hands travel up and down the bulging muscles on his back as once again we're kissing, our bodies sweaty and hot from the work out we just gave each other. We stay this way until our breathing and heart rates return to normal.
We sit in silence for a while, basking in our afterglow.
Growing tired of the quiet, I get up to shower and dress. I get as far as removing the covers from my body and partially raising my torso off of the bed, when Emmett reaches out a hand and grabs my arm.
"Stay here." He orders.
I quickly obey, stilling my movements.
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just want to talk to you babe."
I sigh. I'm well aware of what he's about to say. However this doesn't stop me from listening.
He pulls me into him and rest my head on his shoulder.
"You know that I didn't mean what I said last night, right? I was just screwing around with you. You know how I am when I get shit faced."
"Yeah I know." I speak in a low voice and careful to avoid eye contact.
He huffs and I try not to flinch but I can't help it. So far he's been good but his mood swings were unpredictable. Sometimes he would just talk, other times he would grow agitated and find fault in my answers that didn't seem to be good enough for him.
"What, you don't believe me?" He snaps.
"Of course I believe you babe."
"Good. It's one thing when you do shit to make me hurt you, it's another when I'm being an asshole to you because I'm drunk or having a bad day. So I will make a promise to you that I will reframe from being a dick if you promise not to do anything to piss me off. Deal?"
This sounded so wrong but I would do anything to keep the peace and my body intact.
"Sure dear."
I feel his grip on me tighten and I knew that Eric was fighting hard to make his way to the surface.
His voice was low and laced with mild anger as he spoke.
"I really hope that you're not just saying that to pacify me. You know that I will not tolerate sarcasm when I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you Jacob."
I took a small breath and looked up at him and forced a smile upon my lips.
"I didn't mean it like that Emmett. I was just agreeing with what you just said. I know that you're sorry and I know that sometimes I do things to upset you and I have to be punished for my actions. I'm just hoping that we can both work on our issues so that our tempers don't…" I trail off, searching for the right words. "Get out of hand."
I hold my breath until he smiles down at me. I allow myself to exhale and relax knowing that I had spoken the right words. At least this time anyway.
"Good, I'm glad we're on the same page." He says before giving me a kiss and sitting up.
He mimics my early movements and stands up, taking me with him.
"Now that; that's settled, let's take a shower and get dressed. I have to stop by my office and finish up some paperwork, then once I'm done there we're going out to lunch. Perhaps we'll do a little shopping."
"That sounds like fun. But I have a few things that I need to take care of today. So, after I get dressed I'll run a few errands and I'll meet you at your office."
I say following behind him as we enter our master bathroom.
He reaches into the shower and turns on both of the shower heads. With us being two very large men we had to install two shower heads in order for us to actually be able to shower together.
"No, you're coming with me and we'll leave from there. Anything else we'll handle on the way home. I'm sure that you'll be able to do your woman's work when we're finished with our plans."
"I would rather just meet you there babe. It's just easier that way. Then once we're done, we can just head home."
He brings me into the shower and pushes me, lightly up against the wall and captures my lips before pulling back, wearing a serious look on his face. He takes a second to grab a fist full of my hair. He wasn't pulling it roughly or yanking on it but the force was enough to hold my attention.
"No, you're going to do what I tell you to do. Unless you have a…prior engagement. Are you meeting someone today?"
"No, of course not. I just…" I trail off, wanting to plead my case but thinking better of it.
He looks at me, his stare intense as he almost dares me to continue.
"You know what, you're right. We can take care of everything on the way home. No big deal."
He smiles at me.
"Good boy. You know if you keep this up I may have to buy you something pretty and expensive."
"You know that you don't have to buy me Emmett. I'm already yours." I say wrapping an arm around his neck while my other hand caresses his bare wet chest.
He pauses for a moment, his expression is cocky and something else that I can't quite place. Maybe… possessive.
"Yes Jacob my love. You are mine. All. Mine."
Three hours later I'm sitting in Emmett's office, bored out of my mind and reading yet another muscle and fitness magazine. Although the men in the pictures are very appealing and make my pants tight, I would much rather be outdoors doing something constructive. I hated the days that Emmett made me sit in his office and wait on him. Sure it was nice to see a few football, baseball and basketball players stroll in and out, but I was never one of those people who could stay inside doing nothing for long periods of time. It was in my nature to roam free and be one with nature but with Emmett around, I always found myself on the end of a very short, tight leash.
Unable to sit any longer, I walk over to the window and stare into the pouring rain. My mind drifting back to a moment a few years ago when my ex-boyfriend and I had made out in his car as a storm raged on around us. Neither one of us had any real idea what the hell we were doing, but we damn sure had a lot of fun trying to figure it out.
I laugh out loud at the memory. However my trip down memory lane is interrupted by a light tap on my shoulder.
I turn around to face Rosalie, Emmett's secretary. She was a pretty girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a body that most women would die for. I used to tease Emmett every time that he came home from work late, accusing him of stepping out on me with his hot secretary.
"Good morning Mr. Cullen."
She smiles brightly but the smile never reaches her eyes. From our talks I was familiar with her home life, which, sadly, was a lot like mine. Her husband Sam was a real asshole who verbally and physically abused her on a daily basis. One day she came to work with a black eye and a busted lip. I felt horrible for her as everyone who walked through the door that entire week, stared at her like she was some damn side show freak. It really pissed me off. I knew that I was in an abusive relationship but it didn't happen every day and aside from that, I was a man who was physically able to handle it. My body wouldn't break as easily as hers would. Rose was a woman for God sakes. What kind of man beats up a woman?
"Good morning Rose. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Jake?"
She blushes at my words and gives me a wry smile.
"Mr. Cullen doesn't like it when I call you by your first name. He says that you're a married man and that I should respect you enough to address you by the correct title. Besides you're my boss's husband, not one of my friends."
I sigh in frustration before placing a hand on each of her shoulders and look her in the eyes.
"Listen to me Rose. You are most definitely one of my best friends. We have been through a lot together," I say giving her a knowing look "in more ways than one and I will not let anyone to treat our friendship like a some business arrangement or as if we're acquaintances. You are my friend and my friends call me Jake. But I do understand you not wanting to upset your boss so we'll just keep that between us, ok?"
"Ok."
"So tell me, how are things? Is there anything new going on in your life?"
"Actually yes there is something new that I've been blessed with. A little something that will give my life new meaning, something that I've been waiting to happen for a long time now." She says patting her stomach.
I raise an eye brow as her smile widens.
"Wait, are you trying to tell me what I think you're trying to tell me?"
"Yep. I'm going to be a Mom."
"Congratulations! I'm so happy for you." I say pulling her into a big hug.
"Is Sam happy?"
"Yes, yes he is."
I could tell from the sound of her voice that she wasn't telling me the truth.
"You don't sound too sure about that."
For a moment she has this far away look in her eyes but then she turns back to me sporting a tight smile.
"Well you know that he lost his job last month, so he's a little worried about adding the financial stress of having a child to our already heavy burden. But I told him not to trouble himself with such things. Besides he's a very skilled carpenter. I'm sure he'll find work with another company real soon."
The hope in her voice was killing me but with her husband's bad temper and love for all things that contain alcohol, I doubt that he would ever hold a steady job. At least until he frees himself of his addiction.
"I'm sure he will. Hey, listen, I know that you're not going to want our help but we really need our family room done. So if Sam has no problem with helping us out, we'll pay him nicely for his time and efforts."
"Really? You're not doing this just because you feel sorry for me, are you? Because if you are I can't accept your offer. Sam hates handouts." She says looking at the ground nervously.
I'm sure that she was picturing what the outcome would be if her husband were to discover that this was in fact handout.
God forbid the mighty Sam Uley get help from anybody who wasn't a loan shark.
"No, we really do need a new carpet. So just give him my cell phone number and we'll work out the details. And if he's skeptical at all you can tell him that if he does a good job, we'll spread the word to a few of our friends."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Thank you so much Mr. Cullen. I mean Jake. I'll go call him right now."
She turns to leave but then remembers something.
"Oh yeah, I have to go to the doctor so I'm cutting out early today. Mr. Cullen has someone coming in for an interview shortly but he had a last minute appointment with someone who was in bad need of a session. So, I was wondering. Do you think that you'll be able to handle the interview for me?"
"Of course Rose. What position are they applying for?"
"Rehabilitation specialist."
"What time are they due to arrive?"
"In about half an hour."
"Ok, great. Do we have a name?"
"Umm, actually I don't remember. I'm sorry I've been so excited about the baby…"
"It's ok Rose. Go to your appointment before you're late. Just make sure that you give me a call and fill me in on all the details of your visit."
"I sure will Jake and thanks so much for doing this. I really appreciate it."
"No problem. I'll catch you later."
Ten minutes later I'm sitting at the front desk, waiting for my mystery interview to arrive as I read Emmett's notes and the list of requirements for the position.
I'm so occupied that I don't hear the office door swing open. I don't even notice that I'm no longer alone until the person in front of me clears his throat.
I look up into the brightest pair of emerald colored eyes that I have ever seen. They belonged to a man in his late twenties, his skin was light, his hair was bronze colored and his lips were slightly full and pink. They were the kind of lips that you could kiss for hours on end and never get tired of it.
His body, was toned and his clothes clung to his body in such a way that it's almost impossible to look at anything but.
He was definitely no Emmett. In fact he was the exact opposite.
He was tall but maybe an inch talker than me where Emmett had me beat by three inches. His body was made of lean muscle where my husband was large and bulky. It amazed me that although they were different, both men were exactly my type. Except for the fact that I would definitely have to top if I were with him. Not that I would attempt such a thing. But if it weren't for the fact that I was a happily (on most days) married man, I would have no problem at all taking Mr. tall, sexy and mysterious for one hell of a ride.
"Do you usually stare at the men who visit this office in such a way, or am I the only one who's had the privilege of being eye fucked by you?"
I rub the back of my neck nervously, uncertain how I should answer him.
He only smiles at my obvious discomfort. His eyes fixated on me as I try to recover from such a blunt observation.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to…stare. Are you applying for the position?"
"Oh I've been in plenty of positions, and trust me when I tell you that I've mastered them all."
I know that I'm blushing now as I gather the application and hand it over to him.
"Ok then, I need you to fill these papers out for me. Make sure you fill in all of the required information on the front and back of each page. Please take a seat right over there and just let me know when you're finished."
"Yes Sir." He says before taking the seat nearest to me.
He takes a little while to finish his task and I can't help but sneak a few peeks.
Hey, just because I'm married doesn't mean that I'm dead. However I would be a rotting corpse if Emmett ever found out about my little infatuation. The thought alone makes me look at anything but Mr. Sexy.
When he's finished, I take him into one of the empty conference rooms and ask him a little about himself. I go through the usual interview questions and the more we talk, the more I like him for the job. But I knew that the final decision had to be Emmett's.
"As far as I can tell Mr. Mason you are more than qualified for the position but the final decision has to be made by Mr. Cullen himself."
I say to him as we exit the conference room and walk back into the waiting area.
He cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow at me.
"Now here I was thinking that I was already on Mr. Cullen's good side. You did say that I meet all of the qualifications, didn't you?"
I stare at him in confusion knowing for a fact that I never told him my name.
"Excuse me? How did you know my last name?"
"I know more than you think Jacob. But if you'd like we can wait for the other Mr. Cullen to ok me."
I want to say more when a familiar voice enters the office.
"Good morning I'm here to interview for the Rehabilitation Specialist position. I'm sorry that I didn't get here sooner. I had a little car trouble, I hope that's ok."
I turn my head and my mouth drops open at the sight before me.
"Oh my God, Jacob Black. Long time no see. How are you babe?"
Before I can say anything else the door to Emmett's office swings open. He steps out just in time to see Paul pull me into a hug while the guy to my right looks at me and then at Emmett with a "you're in trouble now" expression on his face.
I abruptly snatch away from Paul. I could literally see the steam coming out of Emmett's ears. At that moment I knew that I was in deep shit once we got home.
"What the hell?" He says through clenched teeth.
"It looks like your hubby here is saying hello to an old friend."
"That's not what I'm talking about and you know it Edward. What the fuck are you doing here?"
I look back and forth between the pair as I hear Paul's voice whisper in my hear.
"You're married? Since when?"
I wanted to answer him but I was more concerned about what was taking place next to me.
"Oh come now. Aren't you going to introduce me to your very handsome husband?"
Whoever this was must have known Emmett since the day he was born, other wise he would not have been able to walk away from making a comment like that. At least not with all of his teeth still in his head. In fact I was shocked that Paul was still standing in an upright position.
Emmett walks over to me and places his arms around my waist while giving Paul and this Edward person a heated glare.
"Jacob, love, this is Edward. Edward this is my wonderful husband Jacob."
"Possessive much?" He says to Emmett.
His smile only growing wider when he notices my hubby's angry scowl.
Mr. Sexy, or rather Edward, extends his hand for me to shake. He lingers a little longer than he has too, looking me up and down before he slowly lets go.
I'm not surprised when I hear Emmett growl in my ear.
"Forgive him Jacob dear, he has no manners. I'm Edward. Edward Cullen. Emmett's older, smarter, charming and obviously sexier brother."
I look around the room thanking God that the office was now empty.
"I thought you said that you last name was Mason?" I question looking at the person who I now know to be my husbands brother.
He smiled at me with an amused grin.
"Sorry about that. I was just messing with you. Mason is our mother's maiden name."
This was just great.
Not only was I lusting after my husband's brother, but I had been caught touching another man, who happens to be my ex, who happens to be interviewing for a job with my husbands company.
I loved being me on most days.
But today it sucked.
Big time.
And if the look on Emmett's face was any indication of how things were going to progress from here on out, I would say the the worse was yet to come.