Author Notes: All right, so here's the deal: This is the last chapter that I already had completely done, which means that updates will come only as fast as I can write them from here on out. More to say in the end notes, kiddo. ;)

Somewhere, in the vast space of the internet, there lurked a list of the ten best places to have sex. I didn't know exactly where the "ride your washer and dryer" idea ranked, but it seemed like a pretty good idea. In an effort not to be wasteful, I gathered up all the dirty clothes on Jake's bedroom floor and dumped them into the washer before I turned it on and spread my legs.

I didn't think about Abram, who had left an hour ago for Port Angeles and his job. I only thought about Jacob, and how freaking amazing it felt to have him glide up into me as my ass vibrated on top of the washer. Whoever made that list was a fucking genius. I wondered if Jacob would be up for trying out the other nine places some time in the near future.

I arched my back, hooking my legs around Jacob's waist. He ducked his head, licking the crevice between my breasts.

"This is so wrong," he murmured, as his mouth hooked to the right, catching my nipple.

I saw stars.

"Yes-s-s-s!" I hissed. "It is. It is! Who the fuck cares?"

What was he doing with his tongue? Was that his tongue now? How could it make me feel like that? Jacob's cock became noticeably slicker as I came. I closed my eyes, rocking with it. Jake growled as he felt the difference, as he slid in deep, deeper. My low moan turned to a scream.

The movement picked up pace. Slow, languid pumps became a frantic hammer. Jacob's fingers dug into my hips and pain skittered up my sides. It was delicious. Wonderful. I was going to die.

I reached helplessly for Jake, but my hands slid harmlessly away from his sweaty, glistening chest. I opened my eyes, watching his face change as his own orgasm grew closer. I could hear us breathing together, over the loud hum of the washer.

I glanced down, between us. I watched as he pulled out and then disappeared inside of me again.

Jacob was inside of me.

We came together, simultaneously. He drew me close so that my breasts were flat against his chest. He lifted me off of the washer as he came, holding me suspended. I did the only thing I could and moaned against the crook of his neck.

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JPOV

"We're never going to be able to phase again."

Leah smirked. She seemed completely at home on my bed, utterly confident as she lay naked. The sheets were twined between her legs, hooped around her hips, but her breasts and stomach were bare. It was a sleek, flat plane that rose into two perfectly formed swells. Her hair was fanned out around her head. Some of it tickled my arm as I lay on my side next to her.

"Probably not," she agreed. "I don't want to scar Seth for life."

I rubbed my thumb over her nipple, cupping her breast gingerly. I listened to her breath catch, her eyes becoming a little glassy.

"What about Sam?"

She lifted a brow, turning her head to look at me. Something about the expression in her eyes unsettled me, tightened my stomach in an almost painful way. Was I seeing the reflection of my own hunger in her eyes? I couldn't tell. It was hard to figure anything out when I still couldn't recall how exactly I'd gotten here. It couldn't be an imprint.

That would have happened a long time ago.

So what did that leave me with? Genuine feeling for Leah?

"What about him?" she retorted.

She shifted to reach for the covers around her hips, to pull them up to shield the rest of her body. I knocked her hands away. Something like a challenge flashed through her eyes, but she let her hands obediently fall back to her sides.

"He's pretty pissed."

Leah snorted. "Yeah."

"Does it bother you?"

"Why should it?"

I shrugged the shoulder I wasn't lying on.

"You had a thing for him."

I slid my hand down her stomach to trace soft lines around her belly button. Her hips lifted slightly. I watched them, wondering if it was a request or just a reaction. I let my fingers linger around her belly button regardless, ghosting lines with my fingertips.

"What about Bella?" Leah said instead. "What would you do if she found out?"

My fingers paused for a moment, and then they continued to circle around her soft skin. I shrugged my shoulder again, ignoring the pang in the pit of my stomach. Would that reaction ever go away? Would I always carry this void that wailed a little each time I thought of Bella?

"Why would she care? She has Edward."

"Do you care?"

I didn't like where this conversation was going. I'd only been mildly curious about Sam, and I wasn't willing to allow the topic to shift to Bella, who remained a tender subject after all of these years. "No," I answered, gruffly.

Before Leah could prod—and I knew she damn well would, because she had been born to make people uncomfortable—I slid my hand lower, found her fuzz, and inserted two fingers past her lips. Her breath caught again, but, this time, it was released shakily, toeing the line to becoming a moan. I was up to my knuckles. I could feel the wet and the warmth.

"Jacob," Leah groaned, "I'm seeing someone."

"What?"

My fingers went still inside of her. I pushed up onto my elbow.

"What do you mean you're seeing someone?"

Her eyes were closed, her brows drawn together, and her nose wrinkled.

"I've been seeing someone for a month now."

It was a shitty thing to say to someone who'd just fucked you brainless on several occasions in the past two days. I took a minute to swallow what she was saying, our situation becoming more fucked up than before. Not only had we always been wrong for each other, but we'd somehow managed to hook up while Leah was already with someone else, dirtying the weird sexual relationship we'd started even more than fucking in Sam's birthday cake had.

I should have been pissed, but I was more jealous than anything else.

"Then this is over."

Leah groaned. "What is this?"

"Nothing," I told her. "It's over. It was just... sex."

She stiffened at that. "What if I don't want it to just be sex?"

I snorted. "You're in a relationship already, Leah."

She scooted over. I didn't know why I let her, considering I saw it coming, but she kissed me. I let her tongue snake past my lips. I slid my own around it, tasting her back as her hand wrapped around my dick. I moaned into her mouth.

This was so fucked up.

Leah had just told me she was seeing someone, that she had been for a month, and I had a fucking hard-on. What the hell was wrong with me? If nothing else, this should have given me reason to cut off this absurd relationship with Leah right now.

Too bad I didn't want to.

"We had sex last night," she told me, panting. "I imagined that he was you the whole time, but it was hard, because he doesn't—His dick isn't as big as yours."

Did I just get harder?

I cursed myself internally as I rolled on top of her, nudging the covers away as she looked up at me, confusion and lust as evident on her face as it was on mine.

"You imagined that he was me?" I repeated.

She nodded, her eyes wide. I urged her legs farther apart with my knees.

"Let me know how the real thing compares."

Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opening wide, as I lifted her hips and plunged inside.

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"Are you going to dump him?"

Leah lifted her head, propping her chin on my chest as she lay on top of me.

"Are we going to be in a relationship?"

Her dark hair almost hid her eyes. I lifted a hand to push the hair back, behind her ear.

"Wouldn't that be weird?"

Leah sighed. "Then no, I'm not going to dump him."

I snorted. Her logic made no sense. Even if I was wary about being in a relationship, how could she go on with this guy when we'd had sex on numerous occasions? When she'd instigated our first sexual encounter herself?

"Then what? You're just going to fuck me on the side?"

Leah shrugged. "Pretty much."

I was a messed up bastard to find that idea hot. It wasn't hot. It was wrong. But it already made for one fantastic fantasy in my head.

"You're such a bitch," I grumbled, and it made her laugh. "Why do you want to be with him then? If he doesn't make you want to be with him alone?"

Was it wrong? If I could sate her in the one way that he couldn't? Yes. Yes, it was. Did I care? Not as much as I should have. I was greedy. I was addicted. I wanted to knock the asshole's teeth out and keep Leah for myself.

Back it up, Jake.

I wasn't ready for a relationship. Didn't she understand? I was still trying to put myself back together again after Bella. It was pathetic, yeah, but once I got attached, I was pretty fucking attached. Like right now, I was pretty fucking attached to Leah's body, to the idea of being her fuck buddy, if that was what was necessary.

"I sort of like being in a relationship."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

That was hard to believe. She has always seemed so independent.

"What do you like about him?"

She smiled. "He loves Al Pacino."

I made a face. "I like Al Pacino."

She laughed, dropping her head to rest her forehead against my chest. Her giggles shook the both of us. I felt them particularly well were our waists joined.

"You said I'm a better fuck."

She pressed her lips to my chest.

"Sure, but you don't want to be in a relationship."

"So? How does your relationship even count if you're having me on the side?"

Leah lifted her face to look at me again. It was already edging toward the darker hours of the night, and the pale light of the moon was spilling into my bedroom through the blinds, slanting over Leah's body and face. It sparkled in her eyes as part of her face was cast in shadow.

"I like him. He likes me. We like the same things. It's nice to have someone."

"Must be," I grumbled.

"Stop being a pussy, Jacob," she said. "You want me to change my mind? Look me right in the eye and tell me that you don't still have feelings for Bella Cullen."

I winced and looked away.

"Yeah," she sighed. "Exactly. That's why we don't work together."

"I'm sorry. I just don't think that I'm meant to be with anyone."

Leah tilted her head to the side. "You're with me right now."

"We both know we're not meant for each other."

"No shit?"

I scowled at her.

"What? You think we are?" I asked.

"I didn't say that, but there's something, don't you think? I mean... we're lying together in your bed."

"And we just fucked."

"Yeah," she said, "so that has to mean something, right?"

"That we're sexually attracted to each other?"

"Sure, so let's just take it for what it is: attraction. Nothing more, nothing less. It doesn't need to be analyzed."

I liked the idea of not analyzing this. Something about our relationship scared the shit out of me when I studied it beneath the surface.

"All right, so, we're just going to meet up whenever we feel like having sex and leave it at that? Is that the plan?"

"Yeah. Our secret," Leah said. "We'll just have to work around it the next time we have to phase. This is just between us."

It wasn't the idea of keeping our relationship a secret that annoyed me. It was the fact that it had to stay a secret, because I was going to be Leah's secret fuck buddy while she continued on her relationship with a different man. It made me feel a little cheap.

Did I like feeling cheap? I didn't know yet, but I did like feeling the inside of Leah's pussy, so that had to count for something.

She ran her fingers across my chest, skimming my flesh and circling once around my nipple. Her lips were pursed slightly, maybe a little swollen from the earlier assault of my mouth.

"You want me to take a vow of silence?"

"Fuck you, Black."

I smirked. "All right then, what now?"

Leah turned her head for a moment, checking the clock on my nightstand. I peeked around her, looping one arm around her waist as I shifted to keep her from rolling off of me. It was ten o' clock at night. Leah and I had spent the better part of three hours together. Time had gone by too fast.

"Abram gets off around two in the morning."

"That gives us four hours."

Leah laughed, turning back to me.

"Not tonight it doesn't. I've got to get home."

"All right."

I tried to be nonchalant about this. Wasn't that how people were when it came to affairs? No emotional attachment. Just sex.

"When are we going to...get together again then?" I asked.

Leah rolled off of me, sliding off of the bed to attempt to find her clothes in the dark.

"I'm not sure," she admitted. "I guess whenever it happens."

"Oh..."

She located her shirt and pulled it over her head. I watched as her breasts lifted as her arms did, how they looked warm and alluring in the moonlight. Her nipples were taut. Was she turned on still? I remained on the bed so that I didn't come across as desperate.

She pulled her hair free from the neck of her shirt.

"You ever hear of the top ten places to have sex?"

"No."

Leah grinned. "We just tested one out tonight. Next time, we're going to select another one of the nine left."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You pick the next place," she said. "Let me know when you've decided."

She fastened her shorts around her waist and slid into her sandals before heading for the door.

"Night, Leah."

"Goodnight, Jake."

End Notes: You like the idea of the Top Ten places? It's something I used to read in chainmails when e-mailing people used to be all the rage. ;) Which is why I'm posing this mission to you: Name one of your top ten places where you'd like to see Jake and Leah. Leave 'em in a review with your thoughts on this chapter. I have a little bit of chapters five and six done, so your place might not crop up until around chapter seven, but I want you guys to get involved, and I thought that this would be a fun way to go about it. I'll look through the suggestions and see what I can come up with. Aside from that, I'd like to say thanks very much to all of you Blackwater fans! I'm glad that you're enjoying what I've got going here, and I love to hear from you! If you're interested in seeing the banner for this story, check out the links on my profile. You'll find the link to my blog there where I've posted links to all of my past stories and all of my banners. Also, you can follow me on twitter if you want to know how the next couple of chapters are progressing. Having said that, I'm going to pause here and rec a fic. I always recommend this fic. You like this story? You'll like: Becoming Bella Swan by BellaFlan. Check it out here on . ;) 'Till next time, enjoy your cake!