Marked

A/N: Here's a little sweet sexy interlude, a tension breaker, a growing up of Jake and proof that he is becoming a man of substance, no more an asshole than is my Bella or my Edward. More A/N at the end.

Ta-cheers-TA to vanessarae; the fact that she hated this at the beginning because of the premise and then let me turn her ideas inside out pretty much beggars belief. Oh yeah, and she's an awesome beta too!

Disclaimer: Nay I say, I own nothing of Twilight.

JPOV

I was expecting a clash of the titans. But who knew he had it in him? The gentlemanly doctor across the road going all street fighter on me!

Two weeks. Two weeks since I'd had my fucking nose busted so hard I'd had to go to the ER for a splinting; that shit was not going to heal itself.

I was a marked man.

Cocky and swaggering, I'd staggered, briefly, beneath the force of Edward's blow. Stumbled back against the door.

I didn't even have a chance to get my own jabs in -- not that I would have; the dude was fucked up enough as it was! -- before Edward stormed away across the street, clutching what I hoped was a crushed fist to his chest, back to his demolished kingdom.

The dominion I'd had a mighty hand in destroying.

My eye, my mouth, my nose…punch, punch, punch!

Striking me with three relentless quick-snap blows that were enough to make a small dent in my super-sized ego. They left a dint alongside his feral warning to stay the fuck away from his woman!

I worked outside a bit less.

I never gawped at Bella, not even when she appeared with her hair about six inches shorter.

I avoided Edward's fists like fire runs from water.

Me and my fuckin' one-eyed snake had gotten me into this mess!

Four days after I so thoroughly fucked his thrashing wife, three days after he'd disconnected my nasal passages from the cartilage that formed my nose, I unexpectedly felt a cold presence at my back as I was getting helmeted up and ready to motor.

Edward. Prideful and no less stupid, I didn't cringe.

Ever the better man I knew he was compared to the juvenile boy that still claimed hold of me, he apologized, shook my hand, and then told me in no uncertain terms that if I ever so much as thought about Bella in that way again, he would know. And there would be ramifications. His word, not mine.

Translation: I might as well sign my own fucking death certificate.

And he was all dark chuckles and ESP'ing as I worked my way through his words to the inevitable outcome of my demise.

Creepy-ass walking thesaurus!

I knew Edward was serious as a fucking heart attack. As in, I had a pretty fucking frightening feeling that the bastard could read my goddamn mind! He even shot a grim smile in my direction as those very thoughts filled my head, as if he had reached in to my musings and drew them out.

So I ate a small sliver of humble pie. I'd had better--pie that is. I tried on self-deprecation for size and found it not much to my liking.

With my tail tucked between my legs, just slightly, shamefaced, just a bit, I met up with my boys Quil and Embry when my messed up face finally looked less Frankenstein-ish. Shrugging off their questions, I didn't tell them of the Edward-cyclone that had caused my mangled, mottled, yellowing cuts. I kept mum on blowing my wad with hot Bella, the WILF across the road. I did not want to fist-bump or high-five them over this particular conquest!

It had been a mistake, but even now I wasn't sure I wouldn't do exactly the same thing again, back then. Sure, sure, hindsight was 20/20 and all that shit, but man could she fuck! And I'd hankered after her long enough not to look a gift pony in her very gifted mouth.

Others who had sucked me off….acted more like they were chomping and choking on a corn dog! Not Bella though. She had attacked my tackle all breath and whistle and high-pitched licking.

And now my fucking foolish mouth hurt with every smile because of Edward's bashing fists. Sure as fuck, I would never look her way, like that, again!

Shit! That shiner Edward had lashed into me, his knuckles like small blocks of marble, fucking stung! Couldn't blame him though, what the hell was I thinking? That I could have Bella without repercussions? It did not matter that she had come to me, all doe-eyes slanting with a come-fucking-hither look.

And here I was, thinking about Bella, praying Edward was not actually able to read my mind. Stupidly trying to figure out why she had let me mess with her. But I continued because I had nothing else. Edward idealized her to the point of canonization, or martyrdom. I'd observed enough to suss out the design of their web-like dreamcatcher. Her only path in light of such adulation, in retaliation to Edward's demi-god's perch on Mount Olympus, was to become a fallen angel. Tarnishing the halo while shedding great swathes of dazzling white plumage on her descent.

Yeah, I know, deep thoughts and Jake Black, hand-in-hand? Who knew?

I knew. I just never let on.

So, where did that place me in Bella's game plan? She had just wanted to go hog-wild with someone on par with her. And that she thought of us as equals blew my fucking mind! Someone to touch her; not in revelation, but in reality.

Hell, if Bella had felt she needed to outsource to get some kind of sexual gratification, who I was to say no?

It was a dog-eat-dog world, what else could I say?

I didn't really feel any regret.

But for some reason I was sad.

Not that I wanted Bella to be mine. I didn't. I'd gotten what I wanted. I was all good with that.

But now, thrown into sharp relief, I understood that I was waiting for something just beyond my reach.

No, it sure as hell was not Miss Bella. One roll in the hay, one release of the teepee that my big warrior made of my shorts at the sight of her was enough to make me understand that.

She was Edward's. And even while I surreptitiously watched them in the aftermath of their total misery struggling to put their pieces back together…they had something, a steely thread, ten million steely threads that wrapped all around them even more strongly than before.

I wanted that thing. I was…fuck, I was lonely!

Where was my one true mate?

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Months passed.

The triangle that was shaped of my single man's house, with Bella and Edward's refurbished sanctuary forming the base, settled into an uneasy courtesy. We waved but did not talk. I was pretty fucking sure all of our other snoopy, nosy whispering-behind-lace-curtains neighbors talked, a lot. Eh, at least they had a topic of conversation to enliven their bridge games, tee times, and tea parties.

I no longer gave a fuck, the past was the past. And I gave more of a fuck than I let on.

I wanted that thing.

I went to work at the auto-body shop, schlepped it around and still fucked around because a man has needs, but I was missing something. There were even a couple ménage-a-twats, but they left me feeling…less. And suddenly I wanted to feel more.

I went to the gym, played b-ball with my boys, surfed whenever there was a decent swell in sight; put all thoughts of sex with Bella from my mind. I laughed at jokes and played my part. I was good at that.

I rode my bike, howled with the freedom, and flying fast down the highway was the only time my mind was on auto-pilot.

Every goddamn time I dismounted, kicked the stand into place, leaned my baby over to rest, took off my helmet and shook my hair loose, grasping the ends and gripping them hard, I was still just passing the time.

Always looking, searching the crowds. Narrowing my eyes to inspect the features of every single woman with potential who crossed my path. And there was not one spark. Not a single moment of recognition.

Faceless women made it to my bed, I banged countless, nameless chicks. I gave up hope, and became an animal.

Withdrawing more, feeling less, wondering, and always waiting but no longer searching.

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Work, play, working out, working on my toys…endless repeat. Ad nauseam. Etc. Blah fucking blah, blah, blah. Not one ounce of me was any longer "la-de-da".

Hours, days, weeks, months, several months, six months. Six fucking unending months!

And celibacy…fucking not fucking a damn thing just like a monk! Going all chaste and untouched and not touching and not even caring--almost.

And then, finally. Finally! Something else.

The very instant I saw her, all thoughts of any other woman disappeared. My eyes, my heart, my soul, my fucking arms and fingers and legs and chest wanted to wrap right around her! Hopeful! Alive! New-born! Those impossibly strong, platinum spinets that webbed around Bella and Edward…those yarns were nothing compared to the indestructible, million-fold fine wires that stopped the earth on its axis so that this woman I'd never seen before and myself could collide in a moment that took a page out of time. Creating a thick rind, a shield, an atmosphere, in impermeable force field between us. Impenetrable.

Who the hell is that?

She rolled up to Dick's Fix It (or 'Fuck It' as we liked to call it) in the passenger seat of the tow truck, literally peeling the scummy leer of the honky-white, sweaty ass-crack showcasing driver from her skin, skin that was utter perfection beneath her rubbing hands, trying to rid herself of the skank's stare, and probably suffocating from the putrid stink of his crotch-rot. Figured it had to be beady pig-eyed Mike fuckin' Newton's day on! Even her nose wrinkling in distaste for him hit me as cute. Cute?

My inner beast awoke. I growled at the grungy look the Mutant was sliming all over her.

And her broken-down, half-rusted, V-dub Rabbit was clamped to the magnetic horseshoe on the back.

A rattle-trap. I could fix that right up for her, free of charge.

One look and I knew I'd do so much more than that for her. Bring it on! I'd walk over hot coals, sleep on a bed of nails, and swallow fire…anything.

I'd never breathed before this moment.

My inner Quileute stirred. I could see the cords from my spirit realm that echoed the chords of my tensed, wanting-to-race-to-her neck, fly from me to her. And when those tensile threads of awareness, of my keenness, flailed across her being, she looked me in the eye.

I was done waiting for something.

Stalking to the cab, I pulled on the groaning handle, offered my hand, swallowed her own in my clasp, hauled her down, and glowered at the scurvy-festering perv.

A grateful smile lifted the lush corners of her heart-shaped crimson lips.

As if I'd just saved her from a fate worse than death, when all I'd done was rescued her from some scumbag of a tow truck driver.

Shyness took hold, what the hell! I shuffled my feet and toed the gravel, created circles in the dirt with my scuffy Adidas, my fully-alive glance following the movement. I was nearly shitting myself in fear I would mess up this moment, the moment that hit me like napalm.

Earth and sky and outer space. Gone. All the people around us, ghosts. Bella and Edward and my stupidity, disintegrated.

Entering the range of my downcast eyes, I watched her hand advance, opened, to me. "Thank you," she said in a voice that was clarified honey. I blushed, yeah fuckin' Jake Black blushed because of a voice!, and lifted my eyes to be impaled in her dancing amused stare.

All sweaty palms and balking like an untamed Mustang, scared and full of wonder at how immediately I'd been reigned in and harnessed, I met her hand and concentrated on the smallness of it inside my own. Soft and tiny, but strong and powerful. And just like that, a spark raced through me and I was a marked man.

Dick, very appropriate name for the douchewad I worked for, called her over with a whiny, "Miss?"

Releasing her fingers, I did not relinquish her from my sights. Curvy and petite, a perfect figure eight that begged for my hands to wrap around her waist. Her hair was like the deep glow of embers when the fire burns too hotly and all that is left is the ignition of flame on charcoal. Skin like bleached whale bone, fine and creamy and smooth. She was all kinds of un-perfect, with her bow-lips that finalized the asymmetry of her heart-shaped face that was not quite completely tuned with her rounded ass, begging to be held in my dirty, oil-creased palms. Innocent and a seductress. All small but with inner force illuminating her.

I was broken out of my guilty lust-haze by a lilting touch upon my forearm. My skin rushed at the feel. "I just wanted to say thanks again, Jake," and she fucking winked at me as she said my name! I almost squealed like a Christly cheerleader. My coveralls definitely became tighter. My knees were knocking. I could not believe my reaction to her!

My Adam's apple bobbed twice before I could make a coherent noise other than a squeak, "Sure, sure. No problem." Taking heart, finding my balls that were smashed hard within the grease-stained dark blue Dick's Fix It overalls, I leaned far down to whisper, "I don't know how much Dickhead quoted you but I could do you up for free." Gah, do you up? What the hell man? Do up your car…assfuckinghole! And I fucking flushed again beneath the stormy darkness of my skin.

Fuck.

Not in the least insulted, she replied, "That's very generous, Jake! I would really appreciate it, but surely I'd have to do something in return." Those words coupled with another wink and lifting of one arching eyebrow almost had me cumming on the spot!

Fuck me!

"My pleasure," the sound was crackly and hoarse and fucking said everything I was feeling. Before I could halt the verbal diarrhea, I kept going, in that same I'm-just-a-horny-boy voice, far too high-pitched a noise, and fucking stuttering to boot, "Uh, erm, yeah. Um, no problem. Eh, fuck, sorry! I mean, shit, shit!" I shook my head, inadvertently whipping the poor woman with my ponytail, feeling all the more absurd and unsure and damn nothing more than a teenager! She must have been about twenty-five, nearly my age. Here I was, acting like a complete fuckwad, probably blowing my chances with my Tourette's outburst, blowing all of my chances at getting blown…Oh. The. Fuck. No. Don't even go there, Jake!

Interrupting my silent flogging, a satisfied grin on her mouth, she introduced herself, "My name's Renesmee by the way. Bit of a weird name, so don't even ask!" She rolled her eyes and continued, "But my friends call me May."

And again, following up with the wink and grin so that my dick kinked up another notch and I had to hold the clipboard with her car's details in front of my crotch. Embarrassed and fucking delighted and just wowi!

Bow wow.

Finally.

We made a date, we made a date, for her to join me at my house so I could start work on the Rabbit. It wasn't really a date. I kept telling myself that as I showered, shaved, sniffed my pits, and handled my junk to ensure it was still in working order--because the way I'd been acting around May at Dick's kinda made me wonder if I was becoming a nancy!

Two or three thoughts of May later and I was about to burst.

Yup, it's all good.

Not that I had any plans for her. Or for having sex with her. Hell yes I had wanted her immediately but oddly, newly, interestingly, I just really wanted to talk to her. To be in her presence.

I brought her car to my house. She joined me nightly after her classes let out; she was a grad student in art history and hoped to make her name as a college professor one day. Art history, bah! I knew zilch about it but for the earthy workings of my people, and I could certainly school her in the ways of the Native American totem pole! But I wouldn't go there. Couldn't go there with May. She was so honest and forthright and funny! Earnestly learning the names for all of my tools, never once touching my tool but all fucking innuendo so that I was hard as all fuck by the time she left and had no other choice but to take matters into my own hands! She was so fucking cute! And smart. And absolutely everything.

Pretty. Yeah, May was pretty. Perfect in her imperfection, full bitten pink lips kind of lopsided, weird bronze eyes a bit too large, her cheeks wore apples of spring color, high breasts and convex hips and small waist were all in proportion and her ass was the stuff that wet dreams were made of. And I was getting all fucking poetic about a chick.

Bonus, she liked to throw hoops. We ended our nightly sessions with a quick game of HORSE. Me panting, her gasping, and it was all so right that my mind almost didn't wander to the other extracurricular activities that would have us panting and gasping and groaning and moaning and, fuck, sweating! It was almost like she was my best mate. But she was all woman.

May had me second guessing. Teasing and leaning over and bending and beaming but not quite letting on…was this just my thanks? Her show of appreciation?

I was pretty fucking solid that she wasn't disingenuous but I found it impossible to read her.

Did she even find me attractive?

Hello, girlfriend! Do not even go there! What are you? A fourteen-year-old girl passing notes in class? Ask May on a date, dickhead.

I felt like Oprah and Doctor Phil were fighting inside my brain! Definitely not a good sign. I was more used to Springer and Povich.

A date?

Fuck me.

I had no clue how to do this.

Jake did not date.

Did he?

Jake needed to stop thinking of himself in the third person. Too much Facebook time.

Apparently Jake did dates now.

And Jake really needed to cut the royal-we shit out!

The first time we held hands was, not to go all profound and all, but it was a revelation!

Braiding her slim fingers through mine, May's small touch felt like home.

Weeks passed in the same routine. Sometimes I saw less of May because of final exams, work study, her thesis. And everything she said to me was intriguing. I missed her like hell and wondered where all this was going. Going to dinner, catching a movie, checking out the local baseball team, sitting so close to her in the stadium--I still felt nervous as hell every time I put my preposterously huge arm over her shoulders. Inevitably she clasped my hand at her upper arm and caressed the skin between my knuckles.

Our first kiss was…soft. Sweet. The complete opposite of everything I'd ever known! Only after tender licking, aching, pressing, did we open our mouths to each other. And when tongue met tongue my eyes slammed shut and I was just there. Pulling her by the nape of her neck into my embrace. Hunger rid me of any other thought!

Fuck man! Let up!

Worried that I'd taken advantage, me…worried!, I released May's neck and her mouth, her smooth as silk, plush mouth, and rested my forehead against hers. Hot breath pounded between us.

Just the force of that kiss made me scared for what was to come. And because fear was not an emotion I wore well, I started swearing and apologizing and fuck me, was I emoting? Nah, surely the fuck not! "May, god May. I'm sorry! That was too much, too fast!" Who was I kidding, I fucked on a whim, and sucked pussy on a dime…this was anything but fast! We'd kept our hands to ourselves for three whole months! But I didn't want to rush into anything with May. She was too good, too pure. And now I knew how Edward felt about Bella. I was such a cocksucker to have fucked Bella. Suddenly I had new respect for Edward, how he managed not to kill me that night became an immediate mystery.

"Are you okay?"

My brow furrowed, my eyes sweeping her face. And what did I see? A grin. A jaunty, hot-as-hell grin and May licking her lips as if to savor the taste of me there! Shit. Correction: Holy. Fucking. Shit.

All honey husky and horny, "Jake, don't worry about me. I've been waiting for that. In fact, I was beginning to think you were batting for the other team! In all honesty, how many times can I wear ridiculously short shorts, revealing tanktops? I'm almost embarrassed to call myself a feminist! How many more times would I have had to bend over my car or whup your ass at basketball, skimming my breasts against your back as I parlayed your defense? Hell, are you a fucking monk or what?"

My harsh laugh cut through the tensed air. Shit, shit, and holy fucking shit! May was calling me out! Damn, damn, and fuck-a-doodle! My noodle was immediately rigid.

"Eh, I'm no monk, May. I'm, uh, sorry," again with that fucking un-Jake sheepishness and squirming. "I've wanted you, Jesus how I've wanted you! Are you kidding me? And all those touches and fucking everything, sorry, fuck!, sorry! You were trying to get me to make a play?"

Another lick of her lips, a dancing light in her bright bronze eyes, a simple nod of assent.

I ran my hand through my hair, "Damn almighty."

"The thing is," I continued, "and I'll tell it to you straight. I'm definitely no monk. I've kind of been around the block a bit," and I had to cough-bark-laugh that I'd even said that because it was so not funny anymore, "and…I dunno'? Um, shit, I really wanted to, want to, wait. With you."

Damn, I really was going all chick!

Her voice was the tiniest bit annoyed and huffy but also amused, "I hate to break it you, Jake, but we have waited!" My lowered eyes laughed at her sandal-shod foot stamping with impatience.

"Yeah," I was smirking in spite of myself and still all nervy over this newness, "I really just want it to be special." Please tell me I did not just whine!

So fucking sexy, all rough and low-husky, May pushed a slim finger up the straining muscles of my neck until she reached my jaw which she tapped once to direct me upwards to her face, "Oh honey, I guarantee you it will be special." Complete with the wink, the grin, the wicked glimmer that flashed all dark gold in her strangely lit eyes!

And my zipper was about fit to burst and I needed to stop her right there, because there was more, and since I was already a sissy I might as well go all the goddamn way!

Tearing my pathetic lovelorn eyes from May's tempting promise, away from her wide-ass smile, all beauty and truth and un-masked, I was helpless to stop the soppy confession that rumbled forth, "The thing is, May," and here I paused, breathed deeply, gathered courage, ripped my hands over my head before hanging them helplessly at my sides, meeting her encouraging look once more, "I love you." I fucking cringed with those words, expecting a laugh or rebuke or anything wrong because I'd never said them before, I'd most definitely never thought them in this way!

The laugh that came out of her was not harsh or hard or jarring or angry or disdainful. It was light and lilting and relieved and…happy! "Fuck, Jake, you look like you've just confessed to murder rather than being in love!" Another peal of chiming giggles spilled out of her as she wrapped her arms right around my waist, bent her head into my chest and sneaked against me. Her warm, billowing breath made my t-shirt moist against my sternum, her nose rubbed and smelled deeply, her hair cascaded over my forearms that clenched her closer, "Say it again," she demanded and I felt the smile of her full lips forming against the cotton that barred my skin from her lips.

This time I relaxed, I put my mouth to her blossoming cheek; I whispered against her, "I love you, May."

Her smile grew so wide it stretched the fabric of my shirt, and my own was just as big.

I was a marked man.

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She hadn't said it back. That alone could have killed me, but I respected May for it instead. Either she wasn't ready or she just wasn't there yet. Okay, yeah, it did injure my pride, of course it did!, but I'd much rather she said it because she felt it too, not in obligation.

I wasn't clingy or hovering but I showed my feelings for her in every way I could. I told May as often as possible without seeming like a complete fucking sap.

Physically, sexually, we moved forward. May wanted more. So fucking weird for me to be the one practicing discipline and man that shit was hard! Forget My Morning Jacket, I had My Morning Jackoff (and a nooner and a nighter, a triad of beating it daily so as not to go at May like a rabid dog!).

Mashed smashed succotash…finally it became just too much. She was never raunchy or nasty, but just so intrinsically sensual that every move and stroke and kiss and lick became pure torture, and in the end I figured that I could either die of a chronic case of blue balls or make love to the woman that I loved and who wanted this every bit as much as I did!

It all started when I was showing May to her reconstructed Rabbit, intent on snogging her, perhaps a quick cop of her incredible breasts, helping her into her seat, seeing her off, awaiting her nightly phone call when she inevitably proclaimed succulent racy thoughts that had me once again in a cold shower jerking off again.

Figuring that there was no way I'd get so carried away in my driveway that I'd throw her down on the front yard and take her like a greedy mutt, would I?, I always said goodbye to her outside; I'd never even invited her inside! That was the danger zone.

Tonight she took charge. All shiny eyes and precious lips, she held herself back from my kiss. Took a further step away so that she was pressed against the bonnet, placed her hands behind her, effectively throwing her tits into sharp relief, and stated, "You do realize you've never so much as asked me inside, right?" Her small teaser of a pout just about killed me when she looked off to the side, "A girl might start to think she's not attractive."

Oh no she did NOT! As fucking if. Well now there was no recourse was there?

Let Edward be the gentleman then. I was done with this game of hide and tease.

I wanted so much to throw May over my shoulder like a Neanderthal but instead clasped her hand in mine, hard, an echo of our first handholding but with impertinence and need sling-shotting through me.

We went through the front door, and trying not to slam it back into place, I closed it softly and turned into May.

And May turned me so that her back was to the door.

We weren't even going to make it upstairs.

Her dainty hands sped up my arms and tore under the short sleeves of my shirt, hauling them up until she was pulling on my shoulders. Towing me down to her.

Lips tugging on mine, tongues touching and swirling and retreating. Small samples of breath. Sweat forming.

May released my shoulders and raced down to the hem of my shirt. I wanted to stop her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted all of this first time with her over, and I wanted it to last for-fuckin-ever! I almost tore her hands from my 't', and almost begged her to stop.

I was seven shades of bashful…why? I was ripped! Ridiculous. I had never so much as taken my shirt off in her presence! And what about my junk? Was I just some gross monstrosity? Not to be pigheaded, but I knew I was well endowed, something I'd always been proud of before, but now I was anxious about May's reaction! Where the hell were my balls of steel? They'd be shriveled figs right now but for the fact that May was looking at me, speechlessly, for once. One long finger, followed closely by her whole hand, made contact with the wolf tattoo. My breath hitched in my throat. Fingertips traced, "Beautiful," she sighed, distinctly soft and clear. And no one had ever said that to me before.

My stomach contracted. And I fidgeted uneasily, still trying to find my gonads.

Those tender, tactile touches worked their way up my abs, taking in the landscape like pioneers, mapping all of my geography, until both hands, ten fingers molded over my pecs. Air intake fucking stopped. I was asphyxiating beneath May's caress! She pulled those perfect fingertips inward until they all joined and clamped down on my nipples, smoothing over the sliver of whale bone and making way for her pointed tongue.

I head-banged the door so hard that the halogen light outside came on in its bright searching illumination. Dogs fucking barked, of course.

Impertinent, emboldened, May trailed one palm back down my stomach. Oh shit! She reached my treasure trail and whorled one fingertip around, her lips sucking my nipples until they jutted full out. Before she dived down, but not in, thank you god, not in my pants!, but shitshitshit! A small, "Uhn," pelted my neck as she felt me, long hard and about to rip through denims. The zipper was scratching my hard-on and May pressed it that much harder against me. The crotch of my pants was tight and May wove down until she cupped my balls and the threads of fabric imprinted my skin. It was gruesomely awesome!

Worse, worse, this was so much worse. I pounded my head against the door again until it rattled in its casing. My eyes screwed shut and she was screwing me with just her hand over my worn jeans!

Palming me into oblivion through my shorts, with her back against the door, sliding her other small hand up all of me under my shirt until she forced it over my head. Half-naked and 100% on fire. She took me to the edge, tugging and pushing, and wristing and fisting me, fishing out every erotic sound in my repertoire…Fuck me. Oh sweet Jesus! May! Stop! Oh the shit, don't stop! I was so far gone all I could do was hold my breath, try to breathe, shudder, gasp, ache, and pine, and lean my forehead against this stupid door, towering over May, inscribing the faultlessness of her body against mine.

It took every goddamned effort, every leashing of my clenched muscles, to keep from hauling her glorious hips up until I speared her. Hard.

But I wanted to wait.

And I most certainly did not want to cum in my pants! Not like a horny uncontrollable teen, I was 26 years old for fuck's sake! Hadn't let that shit happen since my twilight teen years, but May made me feel young. Almost like Bella had. Fuck that and no way! I was not thinking about her at a time like this (or even ever again for that matter! My eye socket still twinged as I remembered the sheer force of Edward's fist connecting with my face!).

Fuck me sideways and inside out. Oh god no, please May, no! There was no way, after all of the teasing and tempting, I could hold out! My abs were almost as contracted as my dick and she was fucking killing me. Stretched tighter than a snare drum. Not softly. Hotly. Blazingly.

She focused on my head, gripping me in a rigid embrace and shifting up and down so quickly that I filled and spilled the second she put minute pressure on my rim and tip!

Her name roared out of me, wetting the air just as my cum was wetting my shorts, "MAY!"

A full free laugh made its way through the blood-beat-pulse in my ears.

"You think that's funny?" All harsh breathing, eyes narrowed and hooded, dick still twitching and soaking through and through. After my display, she'd better be sopping wet!

A stifled giggle against the structure of my neck, mutual pulses throbbing, "Well, yeah. And so fucking hot!"

"You think this is funny too?" Hefting her small weight up against the door, shoving my huge thigh between hers, holding her up in that manner alone, with my knee pressing the cleft of her through her panties revealed by her shunted up skirt, grinding, tits jutting into my face.

"GAH!"

Now that's more like it!

Turnabout's fair-play, right? I wanted to bring May to climax in her skirt and panties. She was seeping. I could feel her against me. I pushed a hand between us to work in tandem with my still-sheathed dick that tom-tommed against her. And my knee. Trapping her against the door.

Fuck it! I needed May bare!

And her naked body made me all sorts of stupid. When I pulled up her pale pink tank I was met with globes that had me avid. Topped by the pearls of her nipples. I needed to roughen them up. Toughly, forgetting my pact with myself to play nice, I pinched and pulled and then sucked first one then the other right into my mouth, rasped them with my teeth and was fucking thrilled when May toppled sideways and upward and into me!

Upbraiding her delicious flesh.

Bracing an elbow beside her head, I picked at the prestids of her skirt and opened a path to the heaven below. Pulling apart the woven fabric at the base of her ass, I shimmied both skirt and panties to the floor.

On my knees before May I could not resist. Tickling her clit out of its hiding place, I tapped and rapped it with my tongue until it swelled and shouldered out of the hood of pink flesh, all bright and rosy and sugary. Cotton fuckin' candy. Mmmm. My tongue took a devious detour to devour her pussy. To lick fully up and down outside and to propel inside, fast. It was May's turn to twist and turn and flail against this fucking goddamn door!

As soon as she'd orgasmed, sensually, all over me so that I knew the cherry-iron-earthy-fruity spent taste of her, I stood. Wrapping her relaxed limbs about me, arms around my shoulders so that May's face lay sated in my neck, legs around my waist so that May's sweet release warmed and wetted me, I made my way up the stairs to my room.

Cleaned up, rock/cockstar posters gone. Bed made with fresh sheets. Clothes folded and put away neatly. Lights dimmed.

Laying May on my bed, I smiled. Relieved, pent up. Dying to be inside of her.

Standing back two feet I fought the unbidden urge to shuffle my size eleven feet. Fuckin' fool. Hooking May's gaze, I picked up my A-game, flashed my trademark panty-wetting, thong-dropping, deep-dimpled grin as I tugged at the button of my cut-offs. Making sure to pull tight to let her know just how rigid and enormous I was for her again.

To no obvious effect.

Shoulda' known.

Let's see her reaction to this. And I lowered the clicking metallic zipper torturously slowly until it reached its juncture. Bending forward I opened the panel and pulled the prison-ish garments down my legs before kicking them off to the side. Stood up straight, erect, erect, proud. No longer worried.

"Oooof!" You're damned right.

May looked long and hard, making me even longer and harder…but she didn't simper or whimper. Instead she made a quick recovery and simply stated with a smile, still staring, "Nice to finally meet you." Dragging her half-mast copper eyes up the rest of me, leaving earthquakes rolling across my skin, she licked her lips, "Oh, Jake, you've got a glorious body. A gorgeous cock. I can't wait to fuck you."

My eyes about bugged out of my head! Dirty talk? May? Dirty talkin' sweet May?

Gone, I was so very, very gone!

She slinked off the bed and I was dumbstruck again by the totality of her body, all ivory pale and rich red nipples, the sexy tangle of her triangular landing strip, the long, waving, auburn hair that brushed and blew across her skin like my lips wanted to, and endless, endless legs.

I was made speechless and hesitant and standing stock-still at May's grace as she sauntered to me. Helpless. "Well, well, well," her saturating voice susurrant against my trembling flesh as she stopped a shiver-breath away from me. Tantalizingly, May started to walk around me, tracing her fingertips over me. Making a complete circuit, brushing her pads over my dick base to tip, twitch-groan, fists-clenched, eyes-closed, before moving on. Brazenly painting another circle around me, sweeping sensually up my inner thighs. Tickling along the backs of my legs until her hands came to rest on my ass. Squeezing hard.

Halting her rotation there, May stood on her tiptoes and melded herself to me. Tits squashed into the muscles of my back, her silky pubes at the bottom of my back, rasping, her arms hooking under my armpits and clutching the front of my giant shoulders. Pressing her face into my spine that was arching away in need and bowing back to her for further contact, I felt her nuzzle-smile-sigh-kiss-lick. And laugh gently, "This was well worth the wait."

She had no idea!

Unleashed from my atrophy, I turned into May's embrace and picked her up, settling her legs around my waist and her tits against my chest, my lips pulled at those god-awfully gorgeous nipples and I placed my palms against the cheeks of her ass, swallowing them in whole fistfuls to slip her right up and down my cock so that it was her turn to squeak!

Tearing my eyes from May who was bending back against the constraint of my arms, breasts pounding up into my mouth with each choppy breath, her neck creating a motherfucking vista that needed to be explored, I eyed my fuckstupid bed. I cursed my bachelor's ways for never having invested in a man-sized bed. I looked at the wall, the wall that had seen a lot of action, none of which mattered now. I imagined May against it.

Shaking my head, I dispelled the vision. Not tonight. Tonight I would have May in my bed. I would make my body and hers fit together perfectly and the postage-stamp sized mattress didn't really fucking matter!

Not tonight.

Two long paces and I tipped May onto the mattress and followed suit. Inclined above her, I held my weight up on shaky arms, every single muscle calling out and clamping. Continuing to lick-suck-bite, I tried my best not to bruise with this vicious intent.

Our lips met with inhuman need, fisting hair, twining legs, fastening with our arms and scratching with our nails. Jagged, rusty, tearing, clawing.

My cock was desperately trying to squirrel its way into her lips, through the folds and right into her wetness! I labored and tried to stay aloft, staving off the pounding throb of blood that was propelling me into a downward spiral.

I wanted to dote on May. Instead I was ravaging her like a blind man seeking sight.

She didn't seem to mind.

She was shredding me to pieces and her petite hands on the rigid planes of my back were trying to pull me down onto her, wanting me to crush her.

"Jake, please!"

Every ounce of discipline that I had--which was not really all that much up until this point--was employed as I shuddered and lowered myself, one inch at a time, all the while caressing May's lips with my own, smacking her with my mouth and then retreating until just our breath made contact. A hair's breadth away. My body a second away from clashing with hers. I reclined, descending another inch. Our tongues met. I pushed against her. Tongues raced from her mouth into mine, sucking. I was captured within her arms and her legs trapped me from behind, crashing my cock against the soaking, sweet haven of her glistening lips.

We both reared back as if electrocuted!

Gritting every single muscle in my body, gripping and turning and twisting the quilt at May's sides, I bit out, "Please, May, please. I'm trying to be gentle! Uuuuhhh. You've got to stop!"

Looking at me, desperate for me, she wrapped her legs that much more forcefully around me until her heels pushed my ass and thus my quivering cock over her, still not in her, she gasped and arched and bared her throat and shoved her nipples up to the air, "Jake! Oh! You can be…uuuuuh...gentle, later. Make love to me next time. Just fuck me now!"

I could do that!

Edging off of May, her looking greedily and pissed off at the void my body left, I pressed a finger to her swollen mouth and sssshhhd her.

Overwrought and smoldering and wanting this more than anything, I backed off the bed and hauled her with me until her ass met the base. Spreading May's thighs so that all of her precious pussy was bare to me, I placed her soles flat on the bedding. Using the moistened fingers that had just met her lips I wound those two into her.

She was on her elbows. Watching.

My head hung down, watching.

"Aaaaah." The tight feel of her was so….right.

Squirming her hips, "Oooh."

I hooked my fingers just so to hit that little pea-sized button right inside of her and May jerked off the bed like a fish dipping the bobber. I had her now. Fascination sparked her eyes that still managed to stay open as I swirled out, tugging her moisture with me. And I used it to lube my cock, rubbing lazily, surely, up and down.

Watching.

Waiting.

Both of us.

I'd waited my whole life for this.

Positioning May's hips and ass and thighs and calves just so, her legs were already quivering, I licked my lips in concentration and then licked hers in appreciation. Keeping my head bent to hers, I wove slowly into her hot, deep, taut, ridged clasp. Controlled and biting back the fucking growls that wanted to escape at the feeling of such complete suitability!

I had to swivel her hips slightly and twist in just the right move to make it all the way into her.

Waiting, watching, I raised my head a scant millimeter to make sure May was okay. She blinked in slow motion, her pelvis turned side to side to make the sheath complete, and she nodded on a gasp of air that flew into my searching face.

"God, yes Jake!"

It was hot. My room was an inferno and our bodies were ablaze! Slick and slippery and given the go-ahead I pulled out, all agape and arching and trying not to go crazy! Fuck me! When my tip, so wet with her poontang, was again at her entrance, I ceased all motion to concentrate with all my might on not cumming.

Like a serpentine, at May's inaudible sigh-suck-simper-moan of encouragement, I went at her again. Slightly faster, that much harder. But always all the way in and all the way out.

Pentrating the very depths of her.

Our hips crashed. Tits and torso collided! Lips ripped and bit. Hands held tight and gripped hard, ass, shoulders, necks, hair!

Picking up my pace, I grabbed May's thighs and held them apart. Thinking she could stay still and in place I bore her body down by her shoulder. Made a nest for my face at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and grunted with each faster, harder thrust.

Keeping up with me, May's hips blasted into mine and somewhere off in my mind I worried about the bruises I was inflicting on her sensitive skin. Not enough to stop. Not nearly enough to begin.

When her fingers cupped my ass and started pushing me even more vigorously into her, when her nose and closed eyes and breathy uuuuhhhhn squeals found purchase against my collar bone, thought fled.

In, out, in and out, all the way in all the way out, hard and like lightning! Flash-pulse-pound-throb-flash-pulse-pound-throb.

Wet, sweaty, moaning, groaning, growling, little snippets of non-words and humid musky damp air.

Oh the…!

What the fuuu?

Uh…yeeeessss!

M, mn, nnnnn, mmmmm!

Gah!

Oh lorrrr…!

We convulsed! Her hips jacked up against me and pulverized. Infinite repeat. My free arm reaching down to the bed beside May's head. Bearing up, bearing down, and beating in. Beating out. And done. So fucking, fucking done!

One still final moment in this clash of the titans. Both of us bending against and into and under and beneath and over each other. Static electricity. Lightning.

Collapse.

Breathy giggles…May.

Husky laugh…me.

Breathless, both of us.

Flopping onto the bed, threatening to break its weak wooden frame with the groan it grudged against me, I rolled onto my back a bit more gingerly. Replete. Swept May over me. Satisfied.

On my chest, dimpling and tweaking my piercing, when her breath had calmed, the words I'd been hoping for but never really expected came out, "And did I forget to say I love you too?" May, making it so blasé and easy and simple.

Perfection. Home. No longer waiting.

I inhaled her scent that was joined with the smell of us, I smiled, tucked her head beneath my chin then chuckled at her next question, "Now, what are we going to do about this pathetic little bed? Baby, I thought you were going to break it in two!"

Limp, laughing, and totally everything I had ever been searching for!

May had laid a mark across my soul. Forever.

A/N: So yeah, Jake. Because he's just a boy-man caught up in the play of something beyond himself. Because I know there are those of you that hate the idea of Jacob and Bella, and there are also those reading this that are rooting for Jacob and Bella…I myself always despised his pull over Bella (in canon), but during the course of writing this and reading other fanfics, contemplating Jacob in the real stories, I've come to the conclusion that though he manipulated Bella's actions to some degree (with the kiss outside of the tent in Eclipse), his only true crime was to be there for her in her time of need and to love her immensely (that's what I think). And that's not really a crime at all. So my boy needed to find his voice.

Hope you enjoyed.

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