CHAPTER NINE

It was dawn when I woke. I was lying with my back to Edward, his cold body molded to mine, his arm around my waist and his erection nestling into my crack. I was achingly hard too, but I stayed perfectly still, trying to keep breathing evenly as I relished waking up with my naked and aroused husband. Of course he would know immediately that I had stirred, but I wanted just another minute before he pulled away from me.

"You're awake." Cool breath tickled my ear as he whispered into it and his hand stroked idly over my stomach, his wrist bumping the head of my cock and drawing a quiet moan from me.

"You know, if I was like you I could lie here like stone and you wouldn't know..."

"If you were like me, you wouldn't sleep," Edward chuckled.

"Yeah, I forgot that part." I covered his hand with mine and squeezed it, then turned my head to glance at him over my shoulder. His eyes were coal black and shining. "Are you thirsty or just horny?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"So you're not going to suddenly vanish out of the bed?"

"No. You made last night amazing. I hoped it wasn't just a one-off thing from the atmosphere you created, but..." He rocked his hips against me gently. "...apparently not."

"Mmm. Keep doing that. I missed this." I pushed his hand lower and he lifted it from my belly and wrapped it carefully around my cock.

"Is that ok?"

"A bit tighter."

His hand closed more firmly around me and slowly began to travel up and down my length, the coldness on my heat making me twitch more than the friction. I pushed myself back against him, grinding my butt onto him, encouraging him to move with me and he began to thrust gently, rubbing himself up and down between my cheeks.

I longed for him to fuck me; I could remember what it was like when I was a wolf, but it was a long distant memory and I tried to imagine him rolling away from me to grab the lube, coating himself in it and then pushing his icy cock up into my heat, filling me, each thrust bumping my prostate until I came, clenching around him and making him shoot his load inside me.

His hand moved faster and I felt cool dampness as his cock began to leak pre-cum. He was panting against the back of my neck, the feel of his breath sending shivers down my spine and my balls began to tighten, the feel of his hand, his cock, his mouth and my thoughts pushing me towards the edge.

"Fuck, Jacob, your thoughts are going to make me come faster than what I'm doing," he groaned suddenly.

"Come for me. I'm close," I gasped.

His hand quickened its pace even more and my orgasm rushed upon me, my cock jerking and emptying itself onto the sheet in front of me and over his fingers. Almost at once he let out a loud moan and I felt his cold fluid shoot onto my butt and my lower back, his body shuddering. My heart was hammering, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to suck in enough oxygen. I was surprised and delighted to have woken to this, but I still wished I could have had him inside of me.

"You know we can't."

"Edward, it's early days," I said. "Yesterday you didn't think we could even touch without me getting hurt. Let's just not worry about it for now." I rolled over to face him and brushed my lips against his. "I love you. Waking up to you like this was amazing."

"I love you too." He inhaled suddenly and his nostrils fluttered. His eyes were still black, I noticed and he gulped uncomfortably. "Sorry...uh...I need to go."

"It's alright."

In an instant he was gone from the bed, blurring into the bathroom to clean himself up and then diving into some clean clothes that he took from the drawers and wardrobe.

"Do you need anything? Your crutch is downstairs."

"The other one's over there." I pointed to the corner of the room. "I'm fine, just go. I'll see you later."

He left the room quickly and I listened as loud laughter echoed up the stairs and I recognised Emmett's voice; no doubt he was teasing Edward about our night together and I grinned to myself. It had gone better than I could possibly have imagined. I had hoped, but I hadn't really expected him to touch me, or even allow me to touch him, assuming he could get hard. The bath had been perfect and I lay there a few more minutes going over each detail in my head; the feel of him, the cool sweet taste of him, just the way I remembered, his touch and then this morning, waking to find him just as eager as I was.

I grimaced as I began to stiffen again, my cock tugging at my pubic hair, which it was almost glued to. Reluctantly I threw the sheet aside and got out of the bed, realising with annoyance that I had left the plastic sleeve for my cast in the master bath. I made my way to the bathroom and used a wash cloth to clean myself up, smirking as I wiped Edward's fluid from my butt. Hopefully this was going to become a regular morning occurrence.

I put some clothes on, grabbed the crutch and went to the main bathroom to collect our things, finding both mine and Edward's clothes neatly folded on the counter beside the sink and feeling my face redden as I wondered which of the Cullens had found them in a heap on the floor and tidied up. I took them back to our room, separated the clean items from the laundry, put my plastic sleeve in the bathroom and then headed slowly downstairs, hoping I wouldn't find a welcoming committee there.

Only Emmett and Jasper greeted me and I helped myself to coffee and toast, trying to ignore Emmett's teasing smirks and Jasper's slight anxiety.

"Who...um...tidied the bathroom?" I wondered.

"Esme," Emmett said.

"Oh, God." My face burned and the big vampire chortled.

"Don't worry about it, you know we don't have many secrets in this house."

"Even so, it's kind of awkward having your mother-in-law knowing what you've been up to," I grimaced. "Did Edward go hunting with the others?"

"No, he's just with Zara. Esme and Charlotte have gone to PA to stock up on some things. Candles, in Esme's case." He snorted with laughter again and I groaned.

"I hope you're careful," Jasper sighed. "You don't seem to realise how easily you could get hurt."

"We're fine; Edward's fine. Stop worrying, will you? He really is getting much better."

"He's certainly calmer," Jasper acknowledged. "I'm not feeling the constant pain and fear from him any more."

"Do you think we could go out somewhere?" I asked suddenly.

"What do you mean, 'out somewhere'? You can't go where there are people. Not yet; it'd be too hard for him."

"I know; I was thinking about going to our house. Just for a couple of hours to see it."

"It's in PA, it's too risky." It was Emmett who said this. "Too high a concentration of people."

"Edward hasn't had any exposure to humans yet, except you, and you're different," Jasper added.

"Yeah, full of mutt blood."

"Emmett! I meant he's determined he won't hurt you because you're his husband and he's got amazing self-control there. He's not ready to be within reach of anybody else yet. Even when he is, Carlisle would want all of us there, just in case."

"Damn," I sighed. "Well, it can wait, I guess." I had thought it would have been nice to go there, maybe to start thinking about the furniture we would like to buy, just spend a few hours together in our own home, but I didn't want to put Edward under any unnecessary pressure.

"We can all go, when he's ready," Emmett suggested. "Carlisle's going to have to decide when that is."

I said nothing more about it, but it was on my mind and of course Edward picked up on it a few days later when we were still in bed. I had woken to find him aroused as was usually the case now and he was waiting impatiently for me to stir. I rose eagerly and sucked him, crouching over him while he did his best to keep still, yelling out his pleasure when he came in my mouth and clearly alerting everyone who may have been in the house to what we were doing. If only we could have been doing this in our own home, we could be as loud as we wanted without worrying about it. I released Edward slowly and licked my lips, lying down beside him again. I was aching for him to touch me and he quickly wrapped his cool hand around me and began to stroke.

"You were thinking about our house."

"Yeah. I can't wait until you're ok to go there, even occasionally. We're both so damned loud!" I groaned noisily to prove my point as his thumb rubbed over the head of my cock, his touch too light to be anything but frustrating.

"Maybe we can go there later," Edward said. "At least to look."

"Uh...God...talk to me after," I mumbled, pushing myself impatiently against his hand.

"Let me try something."

He took his hand off of me and in a second he was kneeling between my spread legs, bending over me. His hand grasped me again a little more firmly and he experimentally brushed the tip of his tongue over my slit, capturing a bead of pre-cum.

"Fuck!" I hissed.

Edward grinned and repeated the small touch, this time swirling his tongue around my head a little, the cold moistness making my cock throb and shivers travel up and down my spine. I longed to be reminded of what it felt like to be completely encased in his mouth, but at the same time I felt the slightest prickle of fear. He paused again and looked at me.

"I'm ok, I promise. I went out to hunt while you were sleeping."

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Don't be, it's understandable. My teeth so close to such a large concentration of your blood." He smirked suddenly. "I won't hurt you."

"You know, not so long ago you wouldn't have even tried this," I reminded him.

"Not so long ago I was afraid I'd lose control; now I know I won't."

"I love you."

"Love you too."

He stopped talking and drew my length into his mouth, dropping his head until his nose was in my pubic hair and my cock in his throat. One hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently in his palm and I shuddered and squirmed, clenching my fists at my sides.

"Holy shit!" I gasped.

Edward's mouth and throat vibrated with a muffled laugh and then he began to work me slowly with both hands and mouth, his head bobbing up and down, lips and tongue massaging, one hand following the movement. I began to thrust my hips automatically, fucking his mouth and watching my shaft encircled by his white hand and red lips.

"Fuck...Edward...Jesus..."

I knew I was going to disgrace myself in an appallingly short space of time and another soft chuckle tickled me at this thought. He increased his speed and I stretched my arms up above my head, gripping onto the head of the bed tightly as too many sensations assaulted me all at once; coldness, wetness, tongue, lips, hands, in addition to the sight of his wild copper hair bobbing up and down over my erection – my beautiful husband was sucking my cock, something I had feared I would never experience again.

I mumbled and cursed, a string of nonsense exploding out of my mouth as my orgasm took me, my toes curling and my body arching up off the mattress as my cock jerked repeatedly, spilling its contents into Edward's mouth. He swallowed every drop and proceeded to lick me clean while I groaned and protested that it was too sensitive and then suddenly he was lying at my side with a cat-that-got-the-cream grin on his face.

"Vampire that got the cream," he corrected with a wider grin. "I missed this."

'I still want you to fuck me,' I thought.

"I'm not so sure about that." His lips touched mine lightly and I tasted myself. "Maybe you could try doing it. If I can control myself enough to not crush you. We could try with a finger or something some time?" He lowered his eyes and grinned crookedly and I knew that if he were human, his face would have been scarlet.

"Are you sure?" My racing heart quickened its pace further and my softening cock twitched slightly. "You said we could never..."

"I didn't think I would have sufficient control. I still might not, but we can try something at least. I'm still scared I'll fuck up and hurt you, but I want to so much. You and your romantic baths and candles and your heat and your dirty mind; I can't think about anything else. If it doesn't work, we won't do it again."

I tugged him closer to me and caressed his cool, salty lips with mine, running my hand down his back.

"When?" I whispered into his mouth.

"Well...not here. You're so loud, Jacob."

I felt my face warming. "You should hear yourself. You were noisy as a human, but now...you scream." I was teasing him, but he still looked amusingly shame-faced.

"I do not scream. But just in case...we should wait until we can be at our own house. The others are horrified enough by what we're doing. Carlisle actually spoke to me..." He groaned and closed his eyes. "Well, not as such, he thought and directed it at me purposefully. As a newborn, I'm much more powerful than any of them; I could cripple you far too easily; get over-excited and accidentally bite; damage you internally...really, I was surprised at the images in his head, not to mention mortified."

"What did you say?" I was cringing now at the thought of facing the others, especially Carlisle.

"I just said I wouldn't do anything that would put you at risk and he shouldn't worry about it, but he does worry. All of them do."

"If only I was stronger," I sighed. "If the wolf gene wasn't dormant and I was the way I was before, nobody would need to worry, including you, but it doesn't seem like that's likely to happen. Did you know some time ago I actually asked Emmett if it would be possible to change me?"

Edward stiffened and drew away from me a little. "No, I didn't know that. I didn't pick that up from you and I keep out of his head mostly; it's filled with nonsense and sex with Zara. What did he say?"

"It's alright, he basically told me I was a jerk; it would poison whoever tried to change me and wouldn't work anyway because of the wolf gene."

"Well, he was right, as well as the fact that no vampire – at least not one of us – would change a healthy person."

"He said that as well."

"I can't believe you'd even consider...being this." He sat up suddenly, dragging a hand through his hair. "Why would you want to give up your life? I didn't have a choice..."

"Shit," I muttered. I sat up and grabbed his hand. "Don't start thinking like that again. I was worried; I thought it would help me be with you. I thought if I was the same, we could do anything; have an eternity together. It was when you were so miserable about everything; talking about me growing old and leaving you."

"I was wrong," Edward said firmly. "We may not have an eternity, but we'll have a lot of years and I want to make the most of it. Of course I think about it still - eventually losing you – but if this is what is meant for us, then we make it work as it is."

"That's a big change of heart," I observed.

"If I didn't change the way I looked at it, I'd still be curled up on this bed starving and crying and telling you to stay away from me. I love you, Jacob, and I mean to be with you any way I can, for as long as I can."

I smiled again at last. "In that case, we need to get you used to handling other people being within...smelling distance, so we can make use of our house."

We got out of the bed and took a shower together, then dressed quickly and headed down to the kitchen so that I could get some breakfast.

"Keep thinking about me sucking your cock," Edward whispered in my ear. "That way if Zara takes a peek, she won't linger and pick up anything about the house."

"Edward, I'm going to have a red enough face as it is," I groaned, hobbling to the refrigerator to look for food.

"Yes, you are rather colourful," he grinned.

"Morning, guys." It was Zara's voice as she came in followed by Emmett, who was smirking knowingly.

"Morning," both Edward and I responded. I turned my back to them, pretending interest in the contents of the fridge as I found bacon, eggs and bread and firmly fixed an image of Edward crouching over me, my cock in his mouth, in my mind.

Immediately Zara was talking to Edward about the fact that Carlisle had been called to the hospital to deal with an emergency and that Esme was in Forks buying groceries. I assumed she must have seen what I was thinking and had quickly exited my head and I set about making my breakfast, hoping my face wasn't as red as it felt.

We discovered that Jasper and Charlotte were out hunting, which left only the two vampires in front of us to get away from. I ate while Edward quizzed them about what they planned to do with the morning – read, in Zara's case and 'nothing much' in Emmett's.

"We're going out in the car," Edward said. "I miss driving. I'm sure I can still do it if I can manage not to break anything."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Emmett frowned.

"You sound like Carlisle, or Jasper. I'm fine, I want to try out more things," Edward went on. "Anyway...we want some privacy for once."

Emmett grimaced. "I don't know why you're bothering; you should get sound-proofing for your room, though."

I studied my plate intently, my neck and my ears beginning to burn along with my face.

"I'm not going to come to any harm; it's not as if we plan to visit anyone."

"Hm. Fine. Have fun."

Emmett and Zara quickly left us alone and Edward sat down opposite me, grinning, his golden eyes twinkling.

"You are so red."

"Is it any wonder? I thought you were shy?"

"Needs must. Hurry up, let's go before the others get back."

"They'll have plenty to say later," I said, shovelling a huge forkful of eggs into my mouth.

"It'll be too late then. I'm going to get the car out. I'll bring it around to the front steps so you won't have far to go, ok?"

In a flash, he was gone, and I continued wolfing my food, then grabbed both crutches and swung my way down the hall to the front door. I felt like a naughty schoolboy sneaking out for an adventure and my heart pounded as I headed outside, finding the Neptune at the foot of the steps, its engine growling and the passenger door open for me. Edward took my crutches and helped me into the low seat, then stowed the crutches in the gap behind the seats. In seconds he was behind the wheel, his foot tapping experimentally on the gas pedal and making the car snarl impatiently.

"Be careful!" Emmett bellowed suddenly from the top of the steps and then we were heading down the long driveway with a screech of tyres, Edward laughing delightedly.

"Did you bring the keys?" I asked suddenly.

"Of course, they're in my pocket. Put your seatbelt on."

I repeatedly had to remind Edward to slow down on the journey to PA. His foot was heavier than it had been when he was human and I dreaded being pulled over by the cops, having a person getting too close to him for comfort. However, we reached our house without mishap and parked on the driveway an hour later and Edward sprang out, then visibly curbed himself as he walked around to my side to help me out. The smile hadn't left his face since we set off and now my own excitement rose as I followed him to the door and waited for him to unlock it.

"I can't believe we're really here; our own home," he said in wonder. "I can't wait until we can move in."

"We'll be able to, soon enough."

I glanced around me, relieved to see that no one else was in sight. A car drove past, but that was all. We proceeded into the house and closed the door, then made our way slowly around the first floor, mentally positioning Edward's piano in one room, perhaps a table and chairs in the corner, a large couch in the other main room with several chairs for guests and a thick rug in the middle of the floor. I left my crutches in the hallway and Edward carried me up the stairs to the master bedroom. We would be able to move right in without having to worry about buying anything for this room. It was fitted with cupboards, wardrobes and drawer space and only needed our bed to be added. A thick-piled carpet covered the floor and the view of the distant sea from the window could still be seen from where the bed would be if we left the drapes open.

"I can't wait to move in!" I exclaimed. I was leaning on the wall beside the window and I reached out towards Edward, grasping his hand and pulling him close. He placed his feet either side of mine and leaned against me, arms sliding around my neck.

"I want that more than anything. At least we can come here sometimes now." A smirk pulled his lips up at one corner. "Maybe we ought to get a new bed after all so we have one here."

"I don't know, the carpet looks pretty soft."

I folded my arms around his waist and caressed his lips with mine. His response immediately had me wanting more and I thrust my tongue into his mouth, gripping him tighter and shivering as a hand slid into the neck of my shirt. I lowered one hand to his butt and squeezed the hard flesh through his pants, making him moan into my mouth and press himself even closer, his erection quickly growing and nudging my own. I attempted to push him away a little, but he was immovable, grinding himself urgently against me until he picked up my thoughts - that I would be more comfortable sitting down with less pressure on my leg. He stepped back immediately, lowered me to the carpet, which was indeed as soft as it looked, and then kneeled down astride me, his butt resting on my thighs.

"Remember the first time we ever touched each other in college?" I panted.

"Yeah, it was just like this. I was so scared; I wanted you so much and I was worried you wouldn't really want me physically. I'd already had years to know I liked boys, but it was all new to you."

"Tell me what you were thinking," I said, fumbling with his shirt buttons in an effort to rid him of some of his clothes. He pushed my hands off and in a few seconds had his shirt off and mine undone.

"I knew I was going to come ridiculously fast, probably as soon as you touched me. My mind was running away with me. I thought about sucking you, how it might feel if you did that to me, although I worried you wouldn't want to. I wanted you to fuck me..."

I groaned, realising that he already had my pants and his own undone and was rubbing his icy cock against mine, making me shudder and tremble.

"Jesus, Edward. What happened to you the last few days?"

He laughed softly. "You made it possible for me to enjoy this again."

"Read my mind...while you do that..." I panted, dropping my eyes to watch his two hands working us together, my shaft caramel coloured, the head purple, his white and pink.

I imagined us naked, sitting in the exact same spot on the floor, Edward coating my cock in lube, making it glisten, my heat throbbing in his cold hand. He rose on his knees and I held myself upright while he manoeuvred himself, guiding my tip into his tight hole. He sank down slowly, enveloping my heat in his coldness until I was as deep as I could go, filling him.

"Fuck!" he hissed, his hands moving faster.

In my mind he began to ride me, slowly at first, keeping as relaxed as he could manage so as not to crush me, my hand jerking him off at the same time, both of us gradually increasing speed until he was slamming himself onto me, driving us both rapidly into orgasm. We came hard, both in my head and in reality and Edward let out what could only be classed as a vampiric scream as he shot his load onto my chest along with my own. I lifted my hands from his thighs and hugged him against me, gasping for breath and feeling his chest moving rapidly as he gasped and panted needlessly.

"God, I want you so much," I groaned. "You feel so good."

"I'll try, I promise." He drew away from me quickly and stood up. "I'll find something to clean us up."

I sat there, weak and breathless until he returned with a toilet roll which had been conveniently left in the bathroom and wiped us as best he could. His eyes were still black, I noted and his hands shook slightly as he put his shirt back on.

"Edward..." I struggled to my feet, clutching my cargo shorts as they threatened to fall down and quickly fastened them. "Are you ok?"

"Yes." He swallowed and glanced out of the window.

"You're thirsty."

"I'm alright. All this new activity...it's taking a lot of energy." He smiled weakly and tucked his shirt into his pants.

"Let's get out of here," I said at once. "Maybe it's still too much."

"I'm ok, really, I should probably feed even more though, next time."

He gathered me up quickly and in a second we were downstairs by the front door. He set me down and I grabbed my crutches, stepping back as he pulled the door open. At the end of the short driveway, a young couple were walking by on the sidewalk holding hands, the woman carrying a baby in a harness against her breasts. I glanced anxiously at Edward as he froze in the doorway, nostrils flaring, one hand clutching his throat. Then he moved back rapidly and slammed the door closed, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists, his black eyes wide with fear and thirst.

"Fuck," he muttered. "I'm sorry, Jacob. The others were right. I'm not ready for this after all."