A/N Thanks to my wonderful Beta jkane180 and to all the lovely ladies on Twitter for their encouragement. One of which is the wonderful Beckie_T108 whom I was fortunate enough to meet while on vacation. We had an awesome day in Hollywood! And not forgetting my task mistress Madame Tundetre who got me into this writing lark in the first place! Stormcascade stop pacing... it's finally here! lol Thank you ladies x

I'm so sorry for the delay in updates. No excuses, I'm just useless and I haven't replied to reviews for a while either, believe me I really do read and appreciate them all and I love that readers take the time to leave comments. I will try to do better in replying in the future... I hope you liked the first piece of dialogue between Jacob and Bella in the last chapter. The story will continue to only really have dialogue when it is between the two of them. I hope it works!

This story is rated M for a reason, bad language and sexual situations ahead.

As always I really hope you enjoy this chapter and I would love to hear your views. I really do appreciate all your reviews and feedback. Ali x

All recognizable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer!

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Jacob closed his door behind him and strode across the room, running both hands through his hair. "Fuck, man. What the fuck were you thinking?" he mumbled to himself as he reached down to pull off his wet shirt. Why did he have to act like such a jerk around her? Getting all up in her face?

It was that spell or curse, or whatever the fuck it was, that she'd put on him. She made him crazy; she'd always made him crazy. Even when they were kids she had some kind of power over him. That's why he did what he did, acted like an ass whenever he was around her. He was always trying to fight it – the pull he felt towards her. But, fuck, it was getting stronger, and it was different now too.

When they were younger, he always seemed to seek her out when he wasn't even looking for her. She was there all the fucking time. He just wanted to get away from his sisters, looking for a little peace and quiet, and damn, wherever he went, she was there. Whenever he saw her, he had a strange feeling, especially when she wouldn't even look at him or acknowledge he was there. So he had to show her he was there, right? Had to get her attention somehow. Yeah, he was pretty mean back then, but he couldn't change that now – what was done was done.

But seeing her now – fuck no, he'd really noticed it over the last couple of years – that strange feeling had changed and was more intense. She still made him angry, or at least, he thought it was her that made him angry, but thinking about it now – how he had felt tonight – maybe it wasn't her so much. He was beginning to realize that maybe it was how she made him feel that pissed him off, not actually her.

But he couldn't deny it any longer, especially after tonight. He fucking wanted her, and even though she'd said he 'disgusted' her, he was pretty sure she wanted him too. He caught her watching him at the beach tonight, and then back in the house, the way she reacted in the kitchen... He had expected her to run off to her room or shove him away, but fuck no, she stayed there. He couldn't be certain, but he was sure she was leaning into him a little too, and her breathing had changed. Hell, he knew he was leaning into her, and he could hardly breathe himself. There was so much static in the air they could have created their own electrical storm. She had to feel it too, right? He wasn't imagining it – no way.

Jacob flopped down on his bed. He knew she was just across the hall thinking about him. Okay, so he didn't know for sure. She could be thinking about Paul instead; after all, they'd looked kind of cozy tonight all wrapped up in each other's arms. Jacob smirked as he thought about their little interaction in the living room. He'd most definitely left some kind of impression on her tonight; she just had to be thinking about him – fuck Paul.

He lay there listening for any sound coming from across the hall. It was torture knowing that she was so close. It would be so easy just to go into her room and make her his, make her whisper his name – no scream his name – as he pounded into her over and over. Okay, maybe her screaming wouldn't be such a good idea with his parents sleeping next door, he thought, grinning to himself.

But then his thoughts became serious. He'd never force himself on her, no matter how frustrated he got. Yeah, he could be a moody dick sometimes, who drank a little and cursed a lot, but he wasn't a bad person, and he'd never take a woman against her will. But, if she wanted it, and gave him some clear indication that she really wanted it, then shit, who was he to deny her what would most likely be the best fuck of her life?

Jacob chuckled as he reached down to undo his pants and slide them off. He wondered if she'd meant what she said as he threw them across the room. Did she really find him disgusting? He couldn't really blame her if she did think that. He'd called her a slut, hadn't he? And what the fuck was that about? Of course she wasn't a slut. He'd just said that to try and get a rise out of her, to piss her off a little, and fuck, it worked. She impressed him though. She'd stood up to him for once, and he loved it. He liked what he saw of her tonight. She drank, she flirted – not with him, but what the hell – she cursed, and she gave as good as she got. Fuck, she definitely wasn't a slut, but from what he'd seen tonight, Little Miss Perfect, Bella Swan, was no fucking angel either, and Jacob wanted to get to know her a little bit better. He folded his arms behind his head, saying, "Goodbye, Little Miss Perfect. Hello, my dirty little Black Swan."

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Bella's breathing steadied. She was still feeling giddy from the adrenaline and alcohol racing through her body. She couldn't get over what had just happened. Why did the biggest jerk in La Push, no, the whole of Washington state, have to be so damn hot and sexy? Bella stood in front of the mirror, eyeing her reflection. She looked flushed and excited, and she glanced at her low cut top. He'd called her a slut! She wasn't a slut, but... She looked over at the closed door and thought if he came through that door now and tried to have his way with her, she honestly didn't think she'd be able to stop him – or actually want to stop him. Oh, hell! She was a slut! How could she even think that? She'd never had sex before, and here she was, thinking of giving away her virginity to him. She put her head in her hands and groaned. What was it about him that made her think like this? Sure, he was good looking and had a great body, but he was a complete jerk; an arrogant, self-obsessed asshole, who obviously had no respect for women, including his girlfriend... Urgh, Lauren, what the hell did he see in her? Apart from the long legs, long blond hair and massive boobs, of course. Oh yeah, she could see very well what Jacob Black saw in his girlfriend.

Bella sighed as she quickly tied her hair up and undressed. She felt a little nervous standing there in just her underwear knowing that he was just across the hall, most likely laughing at her. Or he could be seething; after all, she did throw water over him, but he didn't seem too annoyed by it. "Oh, my God." She moaned as she quickly took off her bra and pulled on her pajama top. She looked at the bed and then at the door. She really wanted to go to the bathroom to brush her teeth, but she didn't want to risk bumping into him again tonight. With the way she was feeling and thinking at the moment, it'd be very unwise indeed.

She knew that if she saw him now and he tried to come on to her again, her common sense, along with her virginity, would be long gone by the morning – even though she didn't like the jerk, and he had a girlfriend, she knew she'd be powerless against him.

No, the next time she encountered Jacob Black, she'd need to have her wits about her. She couldn't give in to her body's urges, because at the moment her body was letting her down big time. It had to be the alcohol, right?

Bella got into to bed thinking she would just have to brush her teeth for a bit longer in the morning.

She lay there listening for any sound coming from his room. She tried to picture Paul. He had looked so good tonight. The last time she had seen him was a few years ago, and he had changed a lot. He looked like a man now, not a young boy. He was good looking and muscular; she giggled quietly as she wondered what was it with these Quileute guys. They were all so tall and handsome and had incredible bodies. Even Seth with his adorable dimples could make a girl drool. Yeah, the female population had no hope against the young men of La Push. Even the older guys like Billy and Harry Clearwater were still very good looking and full of charisma.

Bella sighed as she thought again of Paul, walking her home and kissing her hand. He said he'd call her; she wondered when he would. She wouldn't call him; she didn't want to appear too clingy or needy, but she was looking forward to seeing him again. Bella really did like him, even though she'd heard that he had a bit of a reputation as a lady's man. But from the options open to her this evening, Paul definitely appeared the safer one.

Thoughts were racing through her head as she lay there. She imagined what it would feel like to have had Paul pin her against the kitchen counter, feeling his breath in her hair. She thought about dancing with him. He was so warm and strong, and she loved the feel of his muscular arms wrapped around her waist. She'd felt excited too, knowing that dancing with her had turned him on; she had felt the evidence of his arousal a couple of times tonight as they danced together closely.

With her head full of images of Paul, she reached down and stroked the fabric of her panties. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she slowly and gently stroked herself over the damp material. Bringing her other hand up to gently palm her breast, she imagined it was Paul's hands on her body. She gently tugged at her nipple, pinching it lightly as she slid her hand underneath the fabric of her underwear. Oh god, it felt so good as she continued to stroke herself. Sighing softly, she slipped in a finger. Oh... she was so wet and could feel herself getting even wetter as she moved her finger in and out, while gently rubbing her thumb against her clit. It felt amazing as small waves of pleasure started to slowly build.

She palmed her breast more roughly and pinched her nipple harder as the visions of Paul vanished and were replaced by the cocky, smug, and sexy-as-hell, grin of Jacob. "Oh my god, oh, fu..." Bella quickly covered her mouth with her hand as the thoughts of Jacob only seemed to intensify the sensations. She quickly removed her hand from her mouth and used her fingers to spread her folds as she opened her legs further. Using two fingers now to circle her sensitive nub, she writhed around on the bed, breathing heavily. She could feel the pleasure building as she moved her fingers faster and wriggled her hips to increase the friction. She quietly moaned and whimpered as she pictured Jacob reaching down and grabbing his cock. She imagined it was his fingers working their magic on her as he jerked himself off. His hands moved in time, bringing them both to their release.

He was watching her with a smirk on his face, whispering how she was his dirty little slut, his dirty little black Swan.

Suddenly, he moved, and his face was now there, his fingers replaced by his tongue as he flicked it, fast and roughly over her clit. That was enough to tip Bella over the edge. "Oh, yes! Fuck, oh, my... Jac..." She moaned as she felt her thighs shaking, and she was rocked by a string of pulsating shocks, beginning at her core and spreading throughout her body, one after the other, until they slowly began to subside.

"Holy shit!" she whispered into the darkness as she felt her heart racing and tried to catch her breath. She wondered how loud she'd been. What if he had heard? She was certain she hadn't been too loud. Oh shit, she thought as she covered her face with her hands. "I'm so stupid... Argh." She groaned as she shook her head from side to side, not quite able to believe what she had just done – well, who she'd thought of while doing it.

She rolled over and closed her eyes, making a promise to herself not to ever think of him in that way again, but another cocky little voice popped into her head and whispered, "Whatever, babe, we'll see how long that lasts."

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The next morning Bella hesitantly entered the kitchen, and after she had said good morning to Billy and Sarah, she helped herself to some coffee and toast. She had already showered and dressed in record time again.

As usual, she was on high alert and nervous about seeing him, especially after their talk the night before and her reaction to him.

Relief washed over her when she saw that he wasn't around.

If she was quick, she could make it out the door and leave for work before he'd even come into the room. She took big bites and gulped down her coffee as Sarah started apologizing and told her that she and Billy would be going out tonight. She explained that Billy had a big council meeting and she would be spending time with the other wives. They wouldn't be home until late, but she'd make sure there was plenty to eat when Bella got back from work at Newton's.

Bella nodded, said that it was no problem, and that Sarah really didn't need to worry about food since she could grab something to eat before coming home. The whole time she spoke, she was hiding the rising panic that had started to settle in. He'd be out, surely? On a Saturday night, he was bound to be out with his friends, right?

Oh, hell! Maybe she could call Leah and see if she'd come over just in case, or they could go out somewhere. But Leah would be seeing Embry; in fact, Embry would most likely be with Jacob, and then Leah would invite her out with them and she'd still have to put up with him. Oh, double hell!

She was lost in her thoughts and physically jumped when she saw him come in from the hallway, giving her a cocky grin. She couldn't help but glare at him. Thankfully, Billy and Sarah didn't appear to notice the exchange of looks.

They both turned to Sarah as she asked Jacob what his plans were for this evening. He replied that he was going out for a bit with Lauren and the guys and looked back at Bella. Giving her an apologetic look, he added that he would be home late too.

Bella had to hold her tongue. Again, she glared at him, trying to telepathically tell him he could keep his damned fake 'I'm so sorry' face. As if she would want him to be home with her, stupid ass, of course he wasn't sorry, idiot.

She immediately felt warmth spread across her face as she looked back at Sarah, who seemed to be suddenly very aware of the silent exchange between the two of them. Bella couldn't quite make out the expression on Sarah's face as she slowly glanced between Jacob and Bella, but she thought she saw the briefest tug at the corner of Sarah's mouth as she quickly turned to clear away the breakfast things.

Feeling like it was time, she made a very hasty getaway. Bella took her cup over to the sink, quickly washed and dried it, and saying goodbye to Billy and Sarah, headed out the door.