Chapter 2

JPOV

Thank you Edward fucking Cullen. There was never a time in my life where I thought that I would be thanking that fucking creepy leech, but there it is. He had finally pulled a stunt big enough that I can expose Bella to the evidence that I had known for months now. Yeah, I am not the Mr. Good Wrench, but my fix ups are capable of hold up for more then a few weeks time, or else I would have been out of business a while ago. I could tell she had never put those particular facts together, but I did. I was not worried about her running back to him because it just wasn't going to happen. When Bella loves, she loves fully and he ripped that love from her when he left. I was there to fill that void and quite honestly it didn't take long, which tells me that maybe he didn't have the hold on her that he thought he did.

Here she was, at my house bitching about Edward Cullen. Yeah, it was a sad little victory, but no matter how small, a victory is a win baby. Bella Swan, my best friend and desire for many, many years. There just wasn't words for it. The ache I have for her was turned into a term among the pack called the Jacob. If a man is a woman's best friend, but had lusty thoughts about her at the time that lusty thoughts were okay...that was a Jacob. Fuck that is very sad, even to me.

When we pulled into my drive way, I was laughing at her little rant about pissing off Edward by having sex on the front lawn. Of course the joke turned to some pretty sexy mental images and that led to me taking my time to get out out of the car. Damnit Black, you are not a little newly adolescent child anymore, get those thoughts under control.

"Fuck me." Bella whispered as she tripped on nothing and landed hands, chest, and belly first in a freshly made mud puddle.

Shit like that doesn't help my situation. Dirty, wet Bella saying, 'fuck me'. Grrrr. I walked around the car to see her just laying in the puddle, excepting her fate to be the clumsiest person in the world. I couldn't help but laugh as I stuck my hand out to help her up. She stood, glaring at me openly. "Fuck you, Black." She spat before smiling evilly.

"Don't even think about it." I warned, narrowing my eyes at her twitching fingers. "If you think Yo--" Mud was slung across my bare chest and up my face.

She ran, not far because well, I was faster and even if I wasn't she probably would have tripped again. I tackled her to the ground, spinning so that I took the brunt of the hit and we slid, ever so gracefully into another large mud puddle, ironically that we made from trying to make the largest rooster tail with our bikes just a few days ago. We were laughing hysterically, trying to sling hand fulls of mud at each other, only succeeding in falling on our backs.

"Now your in trouble!" She cried jumping up and dramatically acting as if she were bouncing off ropes in a wrestling ring and jumped on me, slathering handfuls of mud all over my chest and arms.

I grinned widely at her, letting her think she was triumphant. She stopped suddenly, realizing that I wasn't fighting back and cocked her head at me and my grin turned cocky, with a wiggle of my eye brows. "I just figured you were having such a great time, feeling me up that, who am I to stop you?"

I was still smiling when a heavy glop of mud hit me hard in the crotch. "HA! Feel that up!" She said with a huff and started to stand and run, but swiftly slipped and fell.

I growled loudly and launched my left at her, trying to lift her up, but my hands and her body was covered in mud only allowing me to slidmy hands up her torso and under her shirt. HOLY SHIT! Yeah it was an accident, but when the woman is wearing no bra, it becomes serious really fast.

We both froze he legs around my hips and my hands cupping each boob, praying I don't do anything stupid, but I couldn't help it. I grinned. So much for not stupid.

"Jake!" She screeched, jumping up and heading for the garage where the outside hose was. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh well, at least I got something for the spank bank. I got up from the mud an walked around the garage about to turn the corner when I heard Bella...panting?

"Bella?"I called out.

"Y-Y-Y-yeah this w-w-w-water is so f-f-fucking cold m-m-my nipples are going to f-f-fall offffffff." She chattered and I laughed out loud rounding the corner fully. Her arms were crossed in front of her as best as possible while she held the hose at the same time to hose her body off. "A-A-And m-m-my jeans are t-t-to t-t-tight to get of-f-f-f-f."

I rolled my eyes at her and then quickly walked to her, scooping her up inmy arms and talking her inside the house, not really caring about the water and mud, I'll clean up later. "Bella, you are the biggest dork ever." I said, laughing at the blush that crept into her chattering cheeks.

"F-f-f-f-fuck Y-y-you, B-B-Black." She stuttered, trying to pout, but her shaking body and clacking teeth ruined the effect.

I walked right into the bathroom with her in my arms and didn't set her down until we both stood in the shower. I quickly turned the water on, gauging it so that it was warm enough and then shoved her under the spray, earning another glare. I looked around and found the shampoo that she stashes here just for these types of scenarios, because lets face it, Bella falls a lot, it's Washington and it rains a lot. You would be surprised how much use her having shampoo and some clothes at my house comes in handy. Especially when she actually started learning about fixing the bike and her truck, my little grease monkey would always shower before usually crashing on the couch.

"Close your eyes." I ordered and then squeezed the bottle over her head and laughed when she swore at me. She still had her arms crossed in front of her and I had to pry them apart so that I could soap them up and wash them off, trying to ignore the reasoning for crossing her arms which was now very perky and quite visible.

"I should tell you to clothes your eyes." She grumbled at me as I soaped up her hair.

"Oh shut up, Swan. I'm not being perverted." I snapped, then realized it came out harsher then intended, because it was in fact taking a very lot to not be perverted. I smiled at the curious look she gave me. "I'll save Jake the pervert for taking your jeans off." I joked, wiggling my tongue at her. She whacked my arm and then immediately shook her hand and whined that now her hand hurt.

I finished her hair and shoved her head under the spray again and then worked on unbuttoning her pants. Broccoli. grandma, Quills nasty fantasies of Sam's mom. Fuck fuck fuck, I am wearing very wet cut off sweats, there is just no hiding anything in these. After getting her unbuttoned and unzipped I worked at sliding the the soaking wet, extremely tight jeans over her hips and was concentrating on the mud that was coating her under them as I pulled them all the way off and abandoned them in a pile on the shower floor. Absently I ran my hands down her legs, kind of squeegeeing the mud off of them. How did the mud even get in these tight ass jeans? "Did you paint these fuckers on this morning?" I griped at her,and looked up to see if she was glaring at me, it was not what I expected to see. At first I thought she was still rinsing her hair, but then I saw her fists were balled up so tight that her knuckles were white and every time my hand made a swipe at her legs, she sucked in a quick breath.

Hmmm, oh really?! I was glad that she didn't look down and see the very cocky grin that graced my lips as i slowed my movements, letting my hands travel and little further up on each swipe. "Take your shirt off." I told her, not really thinking she'd do it or even heard me, but I felt alittle bossy with this new found power over the woman that I was powerless against for so long. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered up her legs and ass not bothering to push my luck by taking off the small red lace thong she wore. My hands continued distributing soap along her lower back and I hissed in appreciation when my hands found that she had indeed removed her shirt and was letting me rub to belly and just under her tits.

A soft sigh escaped her lips when my finger tips grazed her beautifully perky tits, that were begging me to taste and lick. Fuck who am I kidding, if licking were happening I would not be limiting it to her lovely, lascivious, rosey nipples. Fuck.

I stood up, getting as close to her as possible without spearing her with the massive hard on I had and bend down to her ear, making sure I made it extra breathy when I whispered. "My turn." Bella's eyes poped open and he face was cherry is seconds, but I didn't remove the hooded look I gave her, just so that she knew that I could easily guess where her thoughts were. It rymed with rutter.....