A/N: Just wanted to forewarn you guys that this story is going to get a bit lemony in this story from here on out. There are no lemons to speak of in this chapter but there will be in future ones, so please if adult content like that offends you, then don't read. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer, the creator of Twilight.

Bella gently rubbed the lotion into her legs as she thought of everything that had transpired in the last few hours.

Jacob had retrieved everything from the hotel and returned to the house where Edward was gleefully waiting.

Her husband could barely keep the smile off of his face as he offered Jacob the guest room to sleep in. Renesmee had balked but Edward had cut her off with a stern glare, asserting that there would be no protests. Renesmee had then looked to her mother but Bella had cowardly lowered her eyes to the floor. She was still too ashamed from what she had allowed to happen earlier to make any waves, worried her husband would see right through her and know she had betrayed him.

Jacob had laid a hand on Renesmee's shoulder, squeezing, and had graciously accepted the sleeping arrangements Edward had laid out for him. Bella made sure to never meet his gaze either. To his credit, he had not tried to get her alone or garner her attention in any way. For that, she was grateful.

She had merely offered a polite good night and then headed straight to the room she and Edward shared.

And that was where she was now. Edward had come in minutes earlier to prepare for bed while also informing her of Renesmee finally retiring to her old bedroom. Jacob had settled into the guest room at the opposite end of the hall. Bella could see the delight on his face as he told her he would be keeping their bedroom door open so as to detect any hint of sound coming from Renesmee's room should the two try to sneak around. Their daughter's room was nearer to theirs than Jacob's.

Bella nodded wordlessly and finished what she was doing before slipping underneath the sheets. Edward turned off the light and climbed into bed next to her. He grabbed her hand and laced their fingers together. Bella was glad it was dark so he couldn't see her wince.

"Are you alright, love? You've been very quiet."

Was she okay? Why did it suddenly make her skin crawl when her husband of nearly twenty years held her hand like this? What was wrong with her?

"Just tired, honey. It's been a long day."

He chuckled beside her and squeezed her hand. "That it has." He then let go of her hand to stroke her right knee softly. "You seem tense, love," Edward said in an entirely different whisper as his fingers walked higher on her bare leg. "You could use some relief."

Bella closed her eyes as Edward's hand climbed higher. She felt guilty when she imagined a very different hand in his place.

He leaned in and started to kiss her neck as he rubbed her on the outside of her panties. She pulled in a ragged breath and then pushed him gently away. "Edward. Not tonight. Renesmee's right down the hall."

He refused to take the hint and resumed his actions, kissing up to her ear. "I know, love. We'll be extra quiet, I promise."

He started to rub her harder and Bella gasped. She wanted to let him continue. She had been frustrated ever since that moment with Jacob downstairs and she definitely could use a release, one that was safe, here in her husband's arms. But at Jacob's name in her thoughts, her eyes flipped open and she pushed his hand away. "Honey, please. Not tonight. I don't feel comfortable."

He sighed angrily and laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The guilt was now tenfold inside her chest. She moved toward him and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry. Once they return home, I promise I'll make it up to you." She kissed his cheek again and laid back down.

He didn't say another word and soon his snores filled the room. Bella stared off into space, her head too busy to fall asleep.

Once, she thought she heard a creak that came from the direction of her daughter's room. She shouldn't be surprised. Renesmee was rebellious in that way, much like she had been herself at her age, younger even. Still, it burned inside her chest to know that her daughter was climbing into Jacob's bed at that very moment, where she could be encased in his heat and not think twice about it. She shook her head clear of such stupid thoughts and tried to fall asleep once again.

Bella tossed and turned, never once breaking Edward's rhythm until she sighed and got out of bed. She threw on her silk robe and tied the belt. She glanced at Edward's sleeping form once more before she slipped out of their room and quietly headed down the hall and then descended the stairs.

She padded to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to retrieve some water. She poured herself a glass and then placed the water jug back in the fridge. She stared out the window at the dark patio. The moon was fuller tonight, casting a bright glow on nearly everything.

She finished her water, set the glass down in the sink and turned to have a near heart attack. Jacob was there, staring intently at her. Had she been so lost in her thoughts that she didn't hear him approach? She went to scream, nearly jumping out of her skin at the shock, when he rushed towards her, covering her mouth once again.

Bella yanked his hand away and he held the index finger of his other one up to his lips. She took two deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.

"Jacob," she whispered. "Quit doing that to me!"

"Sorry," he apologized. He watched her rub her chest worriedly. He in turn rubbed her upper arm. "I didn't mean to scare you."

And just as his touch always somehow did, it calmed her down and put her immediately at ease. "It's okay. What are you doing up?"

His hand discreetly moved from her arm to her back, still rubbing soothingly. "Couldn't sleep. You?"

She lowered her eyes and nervously crossed her arms to cover herself when she realized how she was dressed and the fact that he was without a shirt. "Same." She tried hard not to stare at the perfect body in front of her. How could anyone be that toned? Edward had always had a nice physique but these types of muscles were insane. And his chest looked so smooth….

She immediately realized she had fallen under his spell again and took a step back, making his hand fall to his side and his eyes sadden at the action.

She cleared her throat quietly. "I, um-I should head back up to bed. Edward's probably awake and wondering where I am." She hoped he didn't hear the shaking in her voice as she had.

"Bella."

She closed her eyes against the longing in his tone. There was such pleading in it that she wanted nothing more than to go wrap him up in her arms and never let him go. But she couldn't do that. He wasn't hers and she belonged to someone else. The father of his fiancée as a matter of fact, her daughter.

She felt the heat get closer and she backed up to the counter, covering her eyes with her hands.

"Please don't," she pleaded. She sighed heavily and then dropped her hands, staring at his feet. "I don't know what's going on but it has to stop. This has to stop." She raised her eyes to meet his and she saw them tighten.

"Bella," he started and stepped closer to her, trapping her in his arms as he leaned them against the counter on either side of her. "Please don't say that." He moved his nose along hers, making her shudder. "I can't stop this. Please don't ask me to."

She remembered his words from earlier and again, she found it impossible to think straight when he was so close. His nose skimmed across her cheek to her ear and then down her neck. He groaned quietly. "God, you smell so good."

Her eyes were already half shut, being intoxicated with his own scent, just like before. The words were out of her mouth before she even thought them. "What do I smell like?"

She felt wetness on her ear lobe and then felt him take it into his mouth, making her gasp slightly and then tilt her head in his direction. "Like strawberries…."

Without her permission, her fingers gripped his bare shoulders, enjoying the delicious heat that traveled through her at the contact.

"God, it's so good." He moaned into her ear and Bella nearly lost it. How could her scent please him so much?

He trailed his lips across her jaw line and up to her mouth. "I bet you taste just as good."

Those words and the implication had her body buzzing. She started breathing harshly as she felt a gushing warmth coat her panties. She saw his nostrils flare and then his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Bella," He closed his eyes and laid his forehead against hers. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

No, she didn't. But she knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Bella was shocked at herself and horrified. Where were the other two most important thoughts that were always in her head? Why were they not surfacing right now, stopping her?

Her heart almost beat out of her chest when she felt his hot hand inch up her bare thigh, passing the hem of her robe and cupping her core. When he felt the dampness there, he groaned again.

"Bella, I can't stop," he whispered helplessly. "Please don't ask me to stop."

"Jacob, I—" His mouth crushed hers and within moments, his tongue was exploring her mouth greedily. He picked her up and she mindlessly wrapped her legs around his waist. He was carrying her somewhere and she had no idea where. As long as he kept kissing her like he was, nothing else mattered.

She only opened her eyes when she felt him sit her down on cold metal. He had carried her into the laundry room, leaving the light off and the door shut. Only the moonlight spilling through the window supplied the barest of light.

Before she could say a word, his lips were back on hers. She felt a slight tug and again her eyes flipped open, taking in Jake undoing the belt on her robe. She pushed him away gently, struggling for air.

"I can't. Jacob, I can't."

He leaned over her, cupping her cheeks, breathing fast and hard, his dark eyes boring into hers. She could see just how much he wanted her and how much it was killing him to stop.

"Bella…." He closed his eyes painfully.

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She rained kisses over his face, not even sure why she was apologizing or attempting to soothe him. His hands gripped her thighs tighter and he buried his head in her neck, panting against her collarbone.

She rubbed his back, trying to help him cool down as well as herself. His skin felt hotter than usual. He really needed to see a doctor for a second opinion. There was no way this was a safe temperature for his body to have.

She suddenly felt cold when he propelled himself off of her and over to the window, opening it. He inhaled deeply as a cool air rushed in before turning to face her again. Bella shivered slightly and wrapped her arms around her to preserve some of the warmth she had just been encased in moments before. Jake frowned and shut the window a little but left it open.

"Sorry. I needed the fresh air, to clear my head."

Bella nodded, staring down at the floor. "It's okay." Truthfully, she was glad he had thought to do it. Her head needed clearing as well. Something about him, his heat and his scent was making her so dizzy she couldn't see straight. She wouldn't admit it but she had needed that gust of clean air, too.

Jacob sighed heavily and ran a hand through his hair. "I love Nessie, I do. She was all I wanted, Bella. Ever since I first saw her. She was so beautiful," he recounted sadly. "I didn't want anyone else!" He groaned and ran his hand through his hair again as he started pacing angrily. "I mean, sure, I had my fair share of girlfriends, women I hooked up with but, once I met Nessie, all of that changed. That's why I asked her to marry me. She made me so happy and I really thought I had-I love her. God, Bella, I really do. I don't want anyone else. Just her."

Bella knew she should be happy to hear this. Even though neither of them could understand this sudden attraction between them or explain it at all, she still felt a slight twinge of discomfort in her chest when he said he only wanted her daughter. Bella hated herself for it but she couldn't stop the discomfort from turning into an agonizing ache.

"But then I met you," he whispered. He was staring at her in such a way that the ache started to dissipate. "And ever since I met you, Bella, I haven't been able to think of anything else." He slowly made his way towards her, stroking her cheek softly. "You're the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Your eyes, your hair, your nose, your lips, your neck," His fingers touched every spot as he named them, burning Bella each time, sending shock waves throughout her body.

"Your laugh, your smile, your hands, everything about you, Bella, is absolute perfection. I had no idea you were out here all this time," he murmured as he brushed his lips across her forehead. She knew she should protest, be angry even that not a minute ago he had said similar things about her daughter and was now saying them about her, but something in his tone kept her from speaking out. He spoke with such reverence that she almost didn't want him to stop. Where was he heading with this?

He pulled back, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispered.

Her mouth hung open. Just what exactly was he expecting her to say?

His thumb stroked her chin until she closed her mouth again. "From me," he clarified.

She moved away from his hand, shaking her head. "I don't-I mean, I-I don't-" She dropped her head into her hands, sighing loudly in frustration. Why couldn't she form a single thought right now? Why couldn't she just say, "nothing, thank you"? Or tell him to be a good husband to her daughter and threaten his life if he wasn't? Why couldn't she tell him any of these things? Why couldn't she do the right thing, not only for her husband and her daughter, but also for Jacob himself?

She felt soothing circles on her back, his skin leaving heated trails on hers through the thin material. "Shhh, it's okay, honey. You don't have to answer right now," he whispered before kissing her hairline.

She felt hot tears forming in her eyes, burning her retinas, and she shut them tightly to prevent them from coming out. This whole situation was completely fucked up. How had she, Bella Swan Cullen, allowed her family to become the latest Jerry Springer episode? How? She loved her daughter without fail. She loved her husband; she had been faithful to him their whole marriage and never once looked elsewhere. How is it that this guy walks into their lives, seemingly out of nowhere almost, and throws her for a loop? How? How could she have been so stupid? And more importantly, how could she be so willing, not once but twice, to betray her family? The people she loved most in this world? How?

She pushed him away and struggled to get down, sniffling. Once she was on her feet, she scurried to the door. "I don't know what I want, Jake. I do know that you're with Renesmee and it has to stay that way. I'm married and soon you will be, too. This was a mistake. All of it. Just one big mistake that can never happen again. I'm sorry, Jake. I'm sorry for everything." She opened the door and stepped out, closing it before he could follow.

She hurried up the stairs, doing her best to avoid making any noise, and was relieved to find Edward still deep asleep. She rushed into their bathroom and quietly closed the door, locking it.

She turned the shower on, not caring whether it woke up Edward or not, and stripped before stepping in. She turned the handle all the way to hot and allowed the water to scald her skin, flushing it tomato red. She cried and cried as the burn seeped into her and radiated throughout her body. She cried for the betrayals of her husband and daughter. She cried for the betrayal of her soon-to-be son-in-law as well as for the pain he had endured since meeting her. But most of all, she cried for the horrible selfish and greedy person she had become. The Bella she had been until Renesmee had walked in the door no longer existed. Now the Bella that had taken a hit of the addicting and all-consuming drug otherwise known as Jacob Black wanted nothing else, letting every other thing that mattered to her, even her own family, fall to the way side. She was going to have to quit him cold turkey if she had any chance of redeeming herself for her despicable actions. As she thought of Renesmee and her happy face looking upon Jacob, Bella summoned up the strength to do the right thing. She just had to. Whether or not it would destroy her in the process didn't matter. She had to do it. Her daughter came first.