Chapter 9: A blissful Encounter
Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns Twilight
Ever since Bella and I reunited, I anxiously anticipated this day. I'd been actively taking a keen interest in Paul's exploits, telepathically, even tho' he rubbed me the wrong way, and now, I was happy with the prospect of putting his expertise in the ways of pleasing a woman to good use.
To my mind, it must've been working, 'cuz Bella was writhing and moaning, makin' me feel more like a god, than a man. I was just about ready to explode, but I wanted to be sure she got hers first. When she gripped the sheets in her hands, squeezing them tight, I quickly joined my body with hers, and she began yelling, "Ohhh … g … aaahhh … uuuuh … Jake!" Utter gibberish, but the meaning was clear.
Jeez, I thought Bella was going to rip the sheets to shreds. And she shook like she was having a convulsion. It was glorious. I gently nipped at her right shoulder then, bein' careful to leave only a trace of teeth marks. Afterwards, in just a few minutes, I followed her to heaven; my eyes filled with tears of joy. Finally, Bella and I were one—one body, one heart and one soul. I never wanted to be separated from her ever again.
We lay together, snuggled under the covers for the longest time, not saying a single word, for fear of breaking the spell. What could we say after that experience anyhow? I had my arm around her shoulder; she had her head tucked under my chin, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest. We had nowhere to go, nowhere to be … free to be together, just relaxed in each other's arms.
I could hear the clock ticking, the birds chirping outside, the sound of Bella's heart beating in sync with mine, and her breathing—in and out at a slow, measured pace. I closed my eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep.
Bella shifted in my arms, and I awoke to a room shrouded in darkness. I didn't mean to sleep so long. Damn, it was already 8:00 PM. My sweetheart stirred once again, her eyes popping open, and her lips wearing a smile. Wolf vision, remember?
Stretching out one arm, she turned on the lamp sitting on the nightstand. "Hi," she cooed, all sweet and sexy. My eyes raked over Bella in her natural state … of undress. She was perfect in my eyes, and my vision didn't lie.
I couldn't hold back a self–satisfied grin. "Hi, beautiful. That was somethin', huh?"
She speedily corrected my comment. "It was more than something ... it was an emotional summit, a life altering event."
"Hey, hold on, Bells. I didn't mean to brush it off as if it was just an everyday occurrence. I didn't mean that at all. It was everything to me; you're everything to me. You know that, right?"
"I know, but it's nice to hear you say it."
Bella looked thoughtful for a moment, then, boosted up on one arm, she gazed at me. "I can't describe how you made me feel. It was never that way before … oh, but I'm sure you don't want to hear about it. I'm sorry, let's just leave it at that."
"Nah … it's okay. It's good to know I did all right for my first rodeo."
"God, Jacob, I can just imagine what it'll be like when we get more practice."
I laughed at that.
That little line between her eyebrows suddenly creased. "What's so funny, Mister."
"You were a married lady, Bells. How much practice do you think you'll need?"
"If you want to know the truth, Edward and I only got together twice in the whole of our marriage."
I sat up, and leaned back on my elbows. "You gotta be kiddin' me. I would've been all over you every night … maybe every morning, too."
"That day when you came to the reception, your words were so prophetic. I was a mass of bruises after our wedding night. And the second time, he was so careful, it was …" Bella sighed and nodded her head. "… well, it was a miserable attempt compared to how we came together this afternoon."
I'm pretty sure my eyebrows rose clear to my hairline. "Yeah?"
Looking down at the sheets, she confessed, "Yeah. You were like this force of nature … just free and unbridled. I'm only embarrassed that I came onto you so strongly. I guess I wasn't being very lady-like. Gosh, I'm surprised I didn't wear you out."
"Phftt! Never happen, honey. I'll always be ready, and willing—and able—where you're concerned. Anyhow, I liked that you were such a devil in bed. It was a real, freakin' turn on. The fact you were that excited made me all the more excited too, so don't be apologizin' to me. I loved it, every single second of it."
She let her head fall back on the pillow. "If you say so."
Pulling here toward me, I said, "C'mere, honey. I don't ever wanna hear you're embarrassed 'cuz you want me. It makes me feel loved and appreciated. I want you too … and by the way, you look so beautiful lyin' here next to me without a stitch on. I wish you never had to cover up all that good stuff."
I kissed her gently, and squeezed her once for good measure.
Tossing her head, she offered, "Which reminds me … we haven't eaten since lunch. You hungry?"
"You better believe it."
"I hate to tell you this, but It's time to cover up the good stuff. I'll get my robe."
"Hey, don't bother, I'll get it. What's it look like?"
"It's bright yellow silk with a dragon on it."
"Dragon lady, huh?"
"Yeah … Alice … you know."
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As Jacob got up from the bed, I caught the full view of his body. My word, he was massive; all tan, and taut, and rippling with muscles. I nearly fainted at the sight. How could I have been so blind? It was a miracle; the boy was in love with me. Jacob was all mine. How in the world did that happen?
I let out a wolf whistle as he stood by the open closet, and Jake turned around, the robe dangling from his fingertips. I giggled when I noticed his cheeks turning red. He reminded me of a cayenne pepper, and like that pepper—just as hot.
He walked to the bed, handed me my robe, and helped me into it, asking, "Is your shoulder okay? I tried not to let my teeth sink in too deep."
Looking at the mark on my shoulder, I replied, "I'm fine. It doesn't hurt much at all. I hardly noticed it until you pointed it out."
Jacob slipped into his jeans. He had to grab his shirt from the living room. I almost wanted to stop him from putting it back on, darn him.
"It's really late for a heavy meal, how 'bout I fix you a couple of homemade Egg MacMuffins?"
"Now you're talkin'."
He gave me a high five, and grasping my hand, interlocked his fingers with mine, finishing off the gesture with a kiss on each knuckle.
After our little tryst, I was afraid that we'd feel awkward around each other, but instead we were comfortable, even closer than ever. We talked for hours, and then Jacob got up from the table to leave.
"I better get going, huh?"
"Do you have to? You don't have patrol duty tonight, do you?"
"Nah … but I just thought …"
"Please don't go. Stay with me tonight. I don't want to be here alone."
"If you want the truth, I don't really wanna leave either. My lonely little bed would seem so empty without you in it."
"It's settled then. You're staying the night. I don't care what the neighbors think. Let their tongues wag all day long."
Wrapping my arms about his waist, I pressed my ear to his chest, and sighed in contentment. I breathed in that musky, male odor, and lifted my head. "C'mon wolf boy. We're going back to bed."
"To sleep?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "Or whatever …"
"Sure, sure. I think I'm gonna like whatever."
I took his hand and led him back to my bedroom.
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Twice in one day, huh ... I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I had to pry my lips from hers the next morning. I still didn't wanna leave, but had to, if only to clean up and put on some fresh rags.
I no sooner pulled into the driveway, when Embry and Quil appeared to accost me.
"Whoa, Jake. Just one whiff, and we already know what you've been up to. And Bella would be our guess. Her scent is slathered all over you, like a buttered roll. I'll bet you had a good roll too."
Quil nudged Embry. "Can you beat that? Look at him, Em? It's written all over his face. Hey, isn't that sweet? He's blushing."
In a fruitless attempt to make the red in my cheeks disappear, I ran my hand over my face. Stupid, I know, but I was desperate to seem a little more macho. "Guys—can it, huh? Yeah, it's true, but don't go broadcasting it, okay? What are you two beasts doin' here, anyway?"
"This is straight from the horse's mouth. Sam sent us here on official business. Jared and Paul have reported seeing a silver Volvo cruising around lately, and not just once or twice. He thought you ought to know. The lousy tick hasn't gotten outta the car yet, so we can't tear his damned head off."
Embry added, "What do you want us to do."
"Nothing, yet. Just please don't go shootin' your mouth off. The last thing I need is for Bella to get wind of it. She'll freak out."
"Ya got that right," Quil said. "Well, we'll let ya go. You need a long shower. You smell sissy-fied."
Grinning like a lovesick fool, I quipped, "And lovin' every minute of it."
Dad sat in his chair, wheeling toward me as I entered the house. "Where've you been, son?"
He halted in his tracks. "Never mind. I can tell by the look on your face that you've been with Bella. I would even chance to say that you scored last night, eh?"
I flippantly remarked as I floated into the kitchen, "Not once, but twice. I'm so high on love, that I feel like I'm walkin' on clouds. It'd take a parachute to drop me back to earth."
"That's my boy. I hope you and Bella thought about protection though. I'm not grey enough to be a grandpa."
No worries, Bella said that Carlisle gave her some kind of hormone shot. It should do the job."
"You hope!"
"But, really, Dad, would it be so terrible if she did get pregnant? I mean … at least it wouldn't be some half-vampire spawn, suckin' her dry from the inside out."
"You've got a point there. Now go get showered, you look like you just fell out of bed."
I did … and glad of it.
I had just finished washing the clothes, when the phone rang. It was my honey.
"Hey, Jake. I was going to go over to my dad's tonight for dinner, and I'm inviting you to come along."
"He's not cooking it, is he?"
"No, silly. Would I make you suffer through that? The man can't boil water."
"Okay, then, what time?"
"Six … oh and bring Billy. I know, I know, but I promised Charlie."
"Six, it is."
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It was vexing me to no end. The girl had to be living somewhere, and it had to be on that blasted reservation. God's teeth, why couldn't I find her? I'd scoured the area for weeks. Then I had an epiphany. Bella was residing in La Push, but her father still lived in Forks. All I had to do was wait patiently for her to visit Charlie. And when that happened, she'd walk right into my trap, and back into my arms.
