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Chapter 6

Shower

"Are you going to be okay, Jacob?" Embry whispered to me as we made our way up the stairs to the Cullen's front door.

Fuck if I know.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I answered in monotone. "Why?"

"Because last night, Emmett almost raped you," Embry growled incredulously.

I shrugged just as the door opened, revealing the head vamp, Carlisle.

"Please come in," Carlisle welcomed with a small smile. Paul pulled me aside as Sam and Embry made their way into the house. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, not able to meet his gaze full-on.

"If you want to leave for any reason, let me know," Paul whispered, his burning eyes tracing over my features. I nodded, unable to answer him. I heard him sigh silently before his arm wound around my waist, pulling me tightly against his side. I took in a deep breath as Paul led me through the threshold.

I kept my gaze on the wood floor, unable to meet any of the vampire's gazes. That didn't mean I couldn't feel their stares, though. Without looking up, I knew that Edward, Jasper, and Emmett were in the room, their eyes heavy on my perspiring skin.

All around me was silence, barely anyone dared to breathe. We were standing there for a full minute before Carlisle spoke up.

"I know why you four are here," Carlisle spoke in a sincere voice.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sam nod curtly. "Great," he said in a terse voice, his jaw muscles straining against his copper skin. "I just want to make it abundantly clear that no vampire is allowed on our lands without asking for permission of me personally."

"I understand," Carlisle nodded.

"We are truly sorry," Esme piped up as she came to stand next to her husband and mate. "We have no idea what came over Emmett for him to attempt such an atrocious act." Esme shot her son a baleful glare over her right shoulder, a disapproving brow raised in challenge.

I chanced a glance from underneath my lashes at him. He was directly across from me, leaning against the wall with his large hands stuffed in his pockets. His easy gaze never looked at his adoptive mother, but was trained on me, a trace of a smirk lingering on his pale pink lips, a small dimple popping up on his left cheek. I quickly looked away from his eyes, focusing on the tip of Paul's nose.

"Emmett," Esme muttered in a curt voice. "Would you like to say anything to Jacob considering your appalling actions last night?"

I bit my lip as I watched Emmett get to his feet from the corner of my eye. He walked five easy paces in my direction, his eyes never straying from my body. He stopped as soon as Paul gave a warning growl, pulling me closer to his form.

"Please, Jacob," Emmett said in a voice that just dripped sex. "Please forgive my actions last night. I have no clue what came over me last night. It would be pleasing to know that you forgive me even after everything I attempted to do to you."

My eyes fluttered as I listened to him talk in such a deep baritone, that it vibrated through my skin. A trickle of arousal slithered through me as I gave a small nod.

"I forgive you," I squeaked out in answer.

Emmett smirked, showing sparkling white teeth while another dimple popped through the skin on his right cheek. "Perfect," he purred.

Red colored my cheeks and nose. A shock of strong arousal shot through my spine, exiting through my legs and arms. I almost gasped at the feeling. Another sluggish, tantalizingly slow spurt of lust crept through my body, almost like warm melted chocolate sliding over my prickling skin. It was so sweet and delicious. It had my cock twitch and harden within a second. My eyes shot over Emmett's left shoulder. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes caught blonde waves and full lips pulled into a devious smile. I bit my lip hard again as another burst of lust hit me, trying to keep myself quiet. My knees shook as soon as I heard a near silent chuckle leave his full lips.

Edward was standing beside him, his gorgeous face confused as he looked at his blonde brother, his butterscotch eyes roving over every single part of Jasper's features. Suddenly, his eyes darkened to a near black as he pulled his lip back into a slight snarl. Anger was so clearly drawn all over his face that it practically spelled out the word murder. Jasper moved his eyes away from me to gaze at Edward. I registered his calm expression as he regarded his brother, nothing showing that he was upset with Edward's apparent anger.

"Please let us make it up to you," Esme continued, oblivious to Edward and Jasper's stare down. "Please stay for lunch. It's the very least we can do."

"Yes," Carlisle smiled. "Please do stay."

I glanced at Sam. I caught slightly worried features as he opened his mouth to answer Esme and Carlisle's offer. "I don't kno—"

"I'll take it," Embry interjected enthusiastically, never the one to turn down the offer of food.

Sam shot an incredulous peek at my best friend. "Embry, I don't think—"

"It's fine, Sam," Embry interrupted with a laidback smile. "Nothing's going to happen. Just chill."

Sam rolled his eyes, but agreed with Embry to stay for a few more hours.

"Great!" Esme smiled. "What would you like?"

Everyone agreed to a sandwich or five and a glass of soda, not wanting to overindulge on their hospitality. "I'll be right ba—"

"I'll get it, Esme," Edward interrupted her. My gaze shot to him only to find that he was still glaring at Jasper, who now had a small scowl on his face. It almost seemed like they were having a silent argument this entire time.

"That's perfect, Edward," Esme smiled at him, still oblivious to the silent confrontation. "Thank you."

Edward gave one curt nod before walking in the direction of the large kitchen. "If you would be so kind to help me out in the kitchen, Jasper…" Edward muttered. His words were not an invitation. They were a blatant order. Jasper's lip curled over, but he followed Edward anyways, out of sight.

"Please, do sit down," Carlisle offered.

"Thank you, doc," Embry smiled as he plopped himself down on the floor and turned the large flat-screen television on and flipped through the three-hundred plus channels to find what was on. Sam huffed as he settled himself on the couch, his posture uneasy. He gazed of the large glass wall, losing himself in his thoughts. Paul pulled me over to the comfortable-looking LA-Z Boy recliner off to the side of the couch. Paul sat down before pulling me into his lap, his arms crossing over my midsection and his mouth close to my ear. Esme and Carlisle ran upstairs with Emmett trailing behind them, a pout on his face. It seemed like Carlisle and Esme weren't done just yet with Emmett's scolding. Soon, it was just us four in the living room; the sound of the television standing for background music.

"How are you doing, Jake?" Paul whispered in my ear.

I turned my head to stare at Paul, confused. His brown eyes were open and honest, nothing showing but utter concern just for me.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"You know, with you being here in front of Emmett and all. After what almost happened last night."

I shook my head and leaned into his chest and rested my head against his shoulder. "I'm not bothered by Emmett," I answered honestly.

"You sure?" Paul asked, dubious. "I would understand if you were. I mean, you were shivering and tensing the entire time."

I kissed Paul's throat sweetly, peppering light caresses of all over his skin. "I'm fine. I have you here with me."

Paul moaned contentedly before turning his head to meet my searching lips in a soft and lingering kiss. I shivered deliciously as Paul's tongue caressed mine in a slow and intimate dance.

I ripped away from Paul's heated kiss as a loud pop sounded from the kitchen just before a clatter of crashing plates met my ears. I jumped out of Paul's lap without thinking and raced to the kitchen, weary of what I might find.

As soon as my foot met tile, my toe found a slice of a tomato, forcing my legs apart. I landed hard on my side as I skidded across the kitchen from the momentum of my running, the entire floor soaked in what appeared to be soda. I slammed into the silver fridge, making the thing shudder underneath my weight.

"Jake!" Paul yelled as he ran to my rescue, his movement much more graceful than mine as he avoided falling on his ass. He dropped to his knees beside me, helping me to my feet.

"Oh my gosh," Esme whispered as she stood in the entryway, both Carlisle and Emmett were behind her. "Are you alright, Jacob?"

I glanced myself over. My entire right side and back was soaked in the spilled soda. Bits of tomato and mayo and soggy bread were clinging to me in parts. Even my hair was a mess. Paul quickly flicked away pieces of bread and tomato from my face. My clothes were soaked with sticky soda, the large plastic bottle off to the side and in two pieces. Bread and lunch meat was strewn all over the place. It looked like a tornado had run rampant through the room.

"What is the meaning behind this?" Carlisle questioned as he looked at his two sons. I glanced over at both Edward and Jasper, surprised to find them both snarling at each other with teeth bore. Both their eyes were black with anger as a low growling came from deep within their chests.

"Jasper and I just had a bit of a misunderstanding," Edward growled as he regarded his blonde brother with hostility. A hiss slid through Jasper's clenched teeth.

"About what?" Carlisle asked.

Edward's eyes flickered to me for the briefest of seconds before returning to Jasper. "Nothing much," he muttered before lowing his eyes to the floor.

Esme shook her head. "What am I going to do with you three?" she asked as she turned her head to face Emmett. He merely shrugged his mammoth shoulders. Esme turned back to Jasper and Edward. I want you both to go out for a run and cool off. Let whatever you guys were bickering about be left alone. Go."

In a flash, both Edward and Jasper were gone.

"Jacob," Esme spoke softly as she walked towards me, her eyes sincere. "We have multiple showers upstairs. If you want you can clean off. I'm sure one of your pack brothers could get you fresh pair of clothing."

I glanced at Paul from the corner of my eye. He nodded. I smiled and pecked him lightly on the lips before following Esme upstairs to one of their enormous bathrooms.

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I sighed as hot water cascaded down my back and my legs, finally trailing down the drain. I was thankful for Esme's offer, not wanting to walk around with sticky soda clinging to my skin and clothes. I was thankful that Paul was willing to get me some new clothes. I closed my eyes and just let the water fall down on me.

I didn't hear the bathroom door open as I lost myself to the liquid warmth. I didn't hear the sound of rustling clothes as they were shed and thrown away. I didn't hear the scraping of metal on metal as the shower curtain was pushed aside. I gasped loudly as I was shoved roughly against the wall, my head slamming into cool tiles. My eyes widened as a large hand came around to cup my mouth in a tight grip, muffling my protests. Another hand landed on my bare hip, squeezing it with enough force to bruise. My breathing quickened as I felt a nose brush against the back of my neck, a cold tongue tracing over the rivulets of water running down the back of it. Slowly, the tongue moved until it was at my ear. I shivered as it traced the outer shell teasingly.

"I hope you didn't think you were home free, Black," the rough whisper reached my ears.

I closed my eyes as I recognized the owner of the voice.

Emmett.

My hands flew to the own covering my mouth, trying to pry it off of me. It didn't budge an inch.

"I'm kind of disappointed, Jake," Emmett continued. I shuddered as soon as the hand on my hip started to make slow and random patterns all over my skin, creeping ever closer to my crotch. "I was hoping that I would be the first one to get to that ass, but apparently Paul beat me to it." Emmett brushed his teeth against the side of my throat, scraping at the surface softly. I gave a soft, muffled whine. "I hate losing, Jake," Emmett whispered darkly. "If there's one thing I hate, it's to lose."

My eyes snapped open as soon as his free hand started to trailing back, his nails scraping against my asscheek. I gave a small yelp as his hard hand connected with my wet skin, immediately soothing the area with soft caresses before smacking me again. Tears weld in my eyes at the pain, spilling over my cheeks to mix in with the shower water that was still pouring down on us.

"I guess there's a plus side to this, though," Emmett continued as he slowly rubbed his hand against my ass. "At least now you're completely sober. Which means you'll remember everything I do to you." I jumped as Emmett rubbed his hard length against me.

My hands clawed at Emmett's, not to get it off me, but to find some kind of hold so that I didn't fall off the edge of sanity completely, because I was getting so turned on by Emmett's actions. My cock was twitching and coming to life. All my body movements stilled though as soon as Emmett pried my cheeks apart. Slowly, he brushed a finger against my quivering pucker, gently pushing against the tight ring of muscle, daring to enter. I braced myself as he pushed his finger in all the way to the second knuckle. I gave a small yelp at the sudden intrusion.

Before I could fully register what was happening, a soft knock came on the door, Paul's deep voice breaching the wood.

"Jake, I have some clothes for you. I'm coming in, okay?"

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