Title: Patience, Chapter 10 - Sneaky
Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Rating: M
Spoilers: Twilight, New Moon
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns and originated these extremely compelling characters. I'm not making a dime from this.
Chapter Notes: Whew…it took way, way too long for me to update this. Two weeks. Sorry guys. I got distracted by…get this…my manuscript. I know, right? Pshaw! Well, at least I can happily claim that this chapter is long and quite thin on plot. I hope you enjoy it.
9. Sneaky
Bella was up to her elbows in dishwater and guilt when the doorbell rang. It made her jump. Charlie had been called out about a half an hour ago, and she was home alone. Her first thought was to not answer the door, but she decided that would be overkill. This was Forks, not Phoenix. At worst, it was a salesman.
She dried her hands on the way. When she opened the door, the last thing she expected to see was Jacob standing there, smiling at her in all his shirtless glory. She blinked back her surprise. Was it just her imagination, or did he get better looking every time she saw him? While she stood there gaping like a fool, Jacob took advantage and stepped inside, pulling her against him for a warm, sweet kiss.
She melted into him, letting his heat envelop and permeate her. He felt like home. The anxiety of her conversation with Alice instantly dissolved. After a while, he drew his lips away, still holding her tenderly. "I know I said I'd call, but when I saw Charlie leave I had to grab my chance."
"You opportunist." She grinned up at him. He could show up on her doorstep anytime, as far as she was concerned. She pulled Jacob inside, moving away from him momentarily to close the door, but keeping one hand on his arm so she didn't completely break contact. He noticed, smiling and covering her hand with his own.
"Come on." She pulled him towards the sofa. Jacob hauled her against him as they sat.
Suddenly, he froze.
"What? Are you okay?"
"Bella, why do you smell like vampire?"
Wow, he was good. She'd barely touched Alice, and that was hours ago. Was that why it had taken him a few seconds to pick up the scent? "I met with Alice."
She could feel Jacob puff up before he gently pushed her away. "We're going through all this effort to keep you safe, and you're putting yourself in harm's way?"
"Alice would never hurt a human, Jacob. Never. And besides, it was a public place."
He relaxed somewhat, but she could tell he still wasn't very happy. "What did she want?"
She considered glossing over Alice's request, but that just didn't feel right. She already had enough people in her life she was keeping things from. Jacob had never been on that list, and she didn't really want to put him there now. "She wants me to talk to Edward again."
Jacob launched off the sofa, startling her. The surface of his skin began rippling violently. He clenched his jaw as he fought to keep from phasing right in her living room.
Bella's reaction was automatic. "Jacob, calm down. It's okay. I don't think I'm going to do it."
Jacob clasped his hands in his hair. A frustrated growl rolled from his throat. "Does she want you to work things out with him?"
Bella wanted to run to him and offer him some sort of comfort, but she knew better than to get close when he was like this. If Jake couldn't get himself under control, she could end up like Emily, scarred beyond repair. "No, Jacob. Just the opposite. She knows I don't love Edward anymore."
Jacob turned towards her. The fury on his face was a fearsome sight. "Then how could she ask that of you? She claims to be your friend? Why would you ever need to see Edward again?"
Bella put out her hand in a calming gesture. "She wants me to ask him to leave, Jacob. They want to relocate, but Edward won't leave unless I ask him to."
Jacob's rippling skin seemed to slowly deflate, like a bird's feathers after preening. His face registered understanding, then relief. He exhaled, dropping his head back. "Thank God." Jacob knelt in front of her, wedging himself between her knees and gathering her into his arms.
The danger seemed to have passed. Bella took a deep breath and wrapped her arms around him.
"This is so great." She could hear the relief in his voice. "Things'll be so much easier when they're gone." He pulled back so he could look at her. His gorgeous smile stopped her breath. Jacob brought his lips to hers for a kiss. It was innocent at first, just an expression of his happiness, but after a few seconds, he softened, snaking his tongue between her lips. A wave of heat flooded her belly, making her melt in his arms. She spread her fingers over his skin and kissed him back.
Jacob couldn't believe his fortune lately. First, Bella had chosen him, and now the leeches were leaving town? It was like a genie was granting all his wishes. And to top it all off, they had the house to themselves for an undetermined length of time, and Bella was kissing him so assertively, he could barely keep up. He moaned his appreciation and gave her his mouth, letting her take the lead.
What a little wildfire she was. All of her adorable awkwardness mysteriously disappeared when she was in his arms. From his position between her knees, it was easy to pull her off the sofa so she straddled him. She made a soft sound and buried her fingers in his hair.
She felt better than he remembered. He was already getting hard just from having her legs around him. Could she feel him? He was surprised to realize that he wanted her to. Just a few days ago he would have been mortified. But it was like the floodgates had been opened last night. She had an all-access pass to his body now, if she wanted it. He cupped his hands under her rear and pushed against her. "Can you feel me, Bella?" His words were half swallowed by her eager kiss.
She murmured in response, grinding her hips against him.
Oh God. That was hot. His cock jumped with excitement. If she kept doing that, he was going to end up mortified after all. He put his hand on her back to support her as he lowered her to the ground, placing a chaste peck on her lips, then her chin. He pulled his hips away from her to get himself under control.
She looked up at him with her brows drawn together, like she was disappointed.
He couldn't help smiling. "Just give me a second, you lusty little girl."
That made her blush.
"Unless you've got a condom sitting around, which I'm sure you don't, you should probably take it easy on me."
He heard her breath catch. Uh oh…he hoped she knew that was a joke. He looked at her face and didn't see shock or alarm. Instead, the disappointment in her eyes had transformed into heat. Gah. She wasn't even touching him and she was driving him crazy. He lowered himself to the floor beside her. "You like the idea of having sex with me, Bella?" He went to her throat to suckle her soft skin.
She whimpered and nodded timidly.
She wanted him. That alone was enough to drive all the good judgment from his mind. He kissed his way up her chin and claimed her lips again. The scent of her arousal rose to his nostrils. Too much… He bucked his hips into her, and they moaned together into each others' mouths. He couldn't seem to back off, even though he knew he needed to. He wanted to touch every inch of her sexy little body. No, he wanted to bite her. Touching her didn't seem like nearly enough.
Intensifying his kiss, he felt his way to her breast. She made a strangled sound of pleasure. She liked that, did she? How much more would she like? Finding the hardened bud of her nipple through her shirt, he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. She tore her mouth away, crying out. He followed her with his eyes, watching her reaction. His Bella was so responsive. He was in awe.
Still watching her face, he trailed his hand to the hem of her shirt and slipped underneath it. Her eyes flew open and latched on to his. He returned to kissing her. He was so hard, he felt like he could go off any second. Lightly, he grazed over her bra. She panted against his mouth, but he gave her no respite, still stroking her tongue with his. Slowly, he pulled back the fabric, exposing her breast to his touch, skin on skin, at last. He groaned, finally closing his eyes to savor the ecstasy of touching her for the first time. They pressed their hips rhythmically into each other. Her whimpers were driving him insane. He broke away from her mouth, breathing hard.
He grew suddenly greedy for more, yanking her shirt over her head. She was completely submissive, not making any move to stop him or to cover herself. "Can I kiss your breasts, Bella?"
She whimpered, sinking her eyes shut and nodding. He liked that she couldn't seem to speak. He looked down at her breast, exposed from where he'd pulled her bra away. She was exquisite, small but perfectly formed. The sight sent electric currents straight to his groin. The urge arose again to bite her, but he kept his aggression in check, pushing her onto her back before lowering his mouth to her breast. He first kissed softly around her nipple before he finally closed his lips over it. She made tortured sounds in the back of her throat. He raised his eyes to her face to find her head thrown back, her mouth open wide.
"Watch me, Bella."
She obeyed. Lust and disbelief played on her face. When he was sure she wouldn't look away, he closed his eyes and suckled her hungrily.
"Oh my god," she moaned. Her hips pushed against him.
"You like that?" He continued on, rasping the surface of his tongue over her sensitive nipple.
"Yes!" She jerked, digging her fingertips into his back.
"What about this?" He brought his teeth into play, grazing the hard nub between them ever-so-gently.
"Jacob!"
Hot-blooded little thing. She seemed to grow more aroused with each passing second. Her scent hung heavy and erotic in the air. He had a string of obscene praises he wanted to rasp into her ear, but he wouldn't have torn his mouth away from her breast for the world. He laved her with his tongue, pulling her bra back viciously. He couldn't get enough. "Need more of you," he growled. With frustration, he reached under her and easily unclasped her bra, stripping it from her before she had a chance to protest. Thankfully, she didn't.
Faced with her naked breasts, he felt an overwhelming impulse to crush her bare chest against his. Succumbing to it, he rolled her on top of him and held her. She felt so incredible, so right, he found himself thrusting his erection into her thighs.
She kissed him fervently, stroking her body up and down his length. Her hand grazed his chest, moving down over his torso. He jerked his hips up against her, silently begging for her hand to find him, touch him even the tiniest bit.
He snaked his hand around behind her and slipped his fingers into her shorts, and under her panties. Touching her soft bottom was like no sensation he could have ever imagined. It wasn't just the touching, it was the knowledge of where he was touching her, of how close he was to her sex. She writhed against him, whimpering into his mouth. He devoured her, creeping his hand downward. The closer he got to the juncture of her thighs, the breathier her sounds became.
"You want me to touch you there?"
"Yes!" she gasped.
God, she was giving him permission. He didn't waste another second. He delved lower, his fingers seeking out her heat. The first touch nearly sent him over the edge. She was so wet. None of his fantasies could even compare. They were both moaning now. He explored her, savoring how she felt before plunging his finger inside.
She broke away from his kiss and threw her head back, a tortured expression on her face. The sight enraptured him. With his other hand, he cupped her breast. He had no idea how he was holding on for this long. He thrust his hips up against her and ground his teeth. "Oh my god, you feel so good."
He'd never been this turned on in his life. A fierce growl erupted from his throat. He needed better access to her. "I want to make you come, Bella."
Her eyes opened and looked down into his. She glanced at the front door, conflict playing across her face.
"I'll hear if your dad's coming."
"Let's go up to my room."
Jacob dropped his head onto the floor and rolled his eyes back. Had he fallen asleep at some point? When had his dreams materialized into reality? He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. She snatched her shirt and bra before he lifted her and carried her towards the stairs.
He brought her into her room and lowered her onto the bed. The temptation was strong to press his erection into her, but he was afraid this would be over before it began. Instead, he drew back just enough to unfasten her shorts. He latched on to her eyes, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation, but all he saw was a lust to match his own.
Fighting to go slow, he hooked his fingers over her shorts and panties and peeled them down her slender legs. The sight of her naked body made him suck his breath between his teeth. She was so beautiful. He sat back on his heels, admiring her. His eyes flashed from her dark curls to her passion-drunk eyes, finding them both equally arousing.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly. The longer he looked at her, the more her face reddened, and her hands twitched, like she was thinking about covering herself. He took pity on her and pulled his own shorts off so they were both naked. He realized he desperately wanted her to look at his body. He had an almost primitive need for her to see how much she aroused him. She didn't let him down. Her mouth dropped open as she took him in greedily. He could feel the cool air fanning the moisture at the tip of his cock and knew he was as hard as he could get.
Jacob ran his hands up Bella's thighs and parted them, exposing her pink flesh. The sight made him moan in ecstasy. He wanted to bury himself inside her so bad. Suddenly the condom joke wasn't so funny. He brought his fingers to her wet, swollen folds and stroked her. Bella's eyes sank shut. When he swirled his finger over her hard nub, she arched her back and cried out, throwing her head back into the pillow. Torture. Heaven.
He had to taste her. As if in a dream, he lowered himself between her legs and hovered his lips over her, barely grazing her. Her scent was maddening. Her arousal excited him more than anything had in his life. He wanted more. He wanted to make her crazy. As he teased at her, she threw her hands over her face, wailing in agony. He didn't know who he was torturing more, her or himself. He held out for as long as he could stand, which wasn't long, before he snaked his tongue out and touched her sex.
"Oh my god," she moaned.
God, he hoped he could make her come before he did. If he even brushed himself against the sheet, it was over. "You taste so good." He reached up and covered her breast with his hand, rolling her nipple, the way she liked. At the same time, he swirled his tongue over her sex. He had no idea if he was doing it right, but judging by the sounds she was making, something was working. He went slowly. With each pass of his tongue, she grew wetter. He growled, fighting to keep himself under control. The more aroused she became, the harder it was for him to go slow. He lost himself in the act, letting her sounds guide him. Finally, he hit a stride. He could sense her getting close.
"Don't stop, Jake…oh…yes…"
God, she was coming. He felt her convulse against his tongue. His orgasm was about to happen whether he liked it or not. His hand flew to his erection and he fought to keep tasting her until she was done, even while his own climax ripped through him. The intensity of it blinded him. He moaned against her, feeling her sex pulse while he ejaculated onto her sheets.
Finally, he'd wrung the last spasm out of her and she jerked when he tried to keep going. Too sensitive. He felt a sense of loss. Panting, he broke away, nuzzling his face against the side of her thigh. "Oh my god."
"Yeah," she breathed.
He moved to her side, gazing at her with adoration. She looked thoroughly loved. Naked and flushed. Her eyelids were heavy. Jacob brushed the hair away from her face and held her. "That was so amazing."
"I know." Her voice was small, mystified.
He pulled back and looked at her face. He kissed her forehead, her eyes, before lightly touching his lips to hers. "Don't move," he whispered.
"Where are you going?" She almost looked distressed.
"To get a towel. I'll be right back."
She relaxed and he went into the hall. He had to open a few doors before he found the linen closet, and a towel that was old and used-up enough for his purposes.
When he returned to her, he was sad to see she'd thrown on her robe. "Hey, I said don't move!" He rubbed the sheets where he'd spent himself.
She blushed. "I know, I just felt so vulnerable."
He laid back on the bed beside her, shaking his head and trying not to laugh, but not doing a very good job.
"What's so funny?
"What? Nothing!"
"Don't tell me nothing. You're grinning!" She shoved him playfully. "What's so amusing?"
He let himself chuckle a little. "It's just that you're not shy or modest at all when I'm kissing you, but the second I stop, you turn into an innocent little schoolgirl."
Her face glowed red. "Well I'm sorry! I can't help it!"
"Don't apologize. It's adorable. And it's incredibly sexy that you lose your shyness when I kiss you."
She whined and buried her face in the pillow. Damn she was cute. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "So, when are you going to ask Edward to leave town?"
Bella stiffened. Was the subject that touchy? She pulled away from him and sat up, her face stricken.
Jake propped himself on his arm. "Bella, you have to do this."
She stood up and paced away from the bed. "Jake, how can I? How does a person even do something like that?"
He sighed and got up, grabbing his shorts and pulling them back on. "It's easy. You go to him and you say, 'Edward, I think it's time for you to leave town now.'"
She looked at him like he'd sprouted another head. "No way! I could never be that…that…cruel. I don't want to hurt him, Jacob. It was hard enough the first time."
"You have to, Bella. I heard him say it myself. He won't leave town until you ask him to. Sometimes it's kinder to give someone a clear message than to let them hang on."
"You don't think I realize you have a vested interest in him leaving town? Your advice is hardly objective here."
"Hardly obje--" He was speaking common sense, and she was accusing him of tainting the message? "Why are you protecting him, Bella?"
"Protecting him? Jacob, no!"
"After what we just did, you still can't let him go?" He stepped closer to her and stroked the side of her face. "Bella, I hope you know…that…meant something to me."
A million emotions flashed across her face. She held his gaze with her own. Her eyes were deep pools. "Me too, Jacob."
Hearing her say the words did something to him. It was one thing for her to want him, physically. But to know that this meant more to her than that? He clasped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers.
I love you, Bella.
Just say it. It's four words.
His throat shrank. He drew his lips away and just stood there, holding her. Coward. "Then please, Bella, for me. Talk to Edward."
She released a breath and looked away.
"At least think about it."
She didn't respond at first, but after a few seconds, she nodded almost imperceptibly.
He couldn't deny it. Her indecision hurt. He knew she didn't feel as strongly as he did, but would she ever? Would part of her heart always belong to Edward? He drew away from her. "I should get going before your dad comes back."
She looked up at him like she wanted to say something else, but finally just whispered, "Yeah."
He didn't want to leave, especially with this hanging in the air. With his heart in his throat, he kissed the top of her forehead. "I'll see you later, 'kay?"
"Okay." She looked lost. Her brows were drawn together in that look that was so Bella. His heart constricted painfully with love for her.
"Bye."
"Bye." It was excruciating to tear himself away, but he did. He left her room, took the stairs much too fast, and walked out the front door.
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Downwind. Edward had discovered that the trick worked quite nicely to keep him beneath the wolves' notice. He stood down the street from Bella's house, straining to hear Jacob's thoughts above all others, since he couldn't hear Bella's. It was somewhat of a distance for his special ability to travel, but what was distance, really, but a trick of the mind?
The dog's thoughts suddenly became crisper and easier to focus on. He'd phased. A string of thoughts came at him rapid-fire.
The first and loudest was that he and Bella had become lovers, of sorts. The knowledge burned him like a thousand suns. But he pushed past it. It hadn't been unexpected, and it didn't mean anything. Bella was just confused. There had to be more to know…yes. There it was. Doubt.
She didn't love the dog. Or at least, the dog didn't believe she did. There was hope. And there was more. They'd fought. Over him.
A new determination filled Edward. He could get her back. He would get her back. He just had to see her. And he knew how. In the one place where the wolves considered her safe from harm.
Forks High.