Hey everyone - let me answer a couple of questions about chapter 9 here. It switched positions between Bella's perspective and Jake's perspective - if you weren't able to follow, Bella was the one talking to Charlie and the one in the wedding dress...Jake was the one that punched Edward and owned the dog named Blue as outlined in the beginning of the story...

Sorry, that response was a bit sarcastic, but perhaps I do need to be clearer in the future. :) Also, I did have a glaring typo that Siffel (anonymous - get an account so I can formally apologize back to you!) that was pretty funny. Instead of saying "pooled" I wrote "pooed" - pretty damn funny that eyes can poo out tears, yes?

Either way - enjoy. I tried to take great care with this chapter....will what we've been waiting for to happen actually happen here or will I be cruel to all of you and make you wait longer? We shall see...thanks again for stopping by!

Chapter 10

I hopped into my dad's truck that he very graciously let me borrow and threw my clothes and phone into the passenger seat. I pulled the dress in the truck so that I didn't slam my train in the door and switched the keys over to start the engine. I threw the vehicle in reverse and turned around to back out of my parking space when I saw him. He was standing helpless next to his silver Volvo, visibly broken. My heart sank slightly, but fury coursed through my veins simultaneously.

The truck purred to a stop after I put it back into park and switched it off. I opened the door, jumped out and ran toward Edward. Hot, angry tears spilled over my skin and I growled to myself at how many times I had cried over the past couple of years. All of the tears were because of him, because of his lies and manipulation. A sob escaped me as I stopped a couple of feet in front of him, my arms limp at my sides. I assumed that he was waiting for me to speak, but I did not have the strength to start anything.

I did, however, have the strength to finish one thing in particular.

He started hesitantly, "You heard..."

It was then that I noticed his raised cheekbone, swollen as if he had just been hit. My gut reaction was to tend to him, but I resisted and nodded at his question. I wondered quietly who assaulted him until he spoke.

"Listen, Bella..." he exhaled, looking at the ground.

"No Edward, you listen," I fumed. "For ONCE, listen to me. I don't give a damn that you're gay. I don't give a damn that you're in love with another man. I don't fucking care about that, but I DO care that you led me on for YEARS. You told me that you wanted me, that you loved me. You kept me away from my best friend and my family....you took me away from everything that was important to me and made me feel guilty for wanting what I had every right to want."

He dropped his head, "Bella, you don't understand. I wanted to take care of you. I was going to tell you after we were married. My father won't give me my business until I am married. I was going to tell you..."

"Stop, Edward," I held up my hand. "Just stop. I am not that kind of woman. Fuck you for thinking that I was. Fuck you for your manipulation and FUCK MYSELF for being too damn stupid to know any better. Shame on me for staying with a dipshit like you."

I turned and started walking away, frustrated with the whole situation. I did not want to see him again - ever.

"Bella, I still want to marry you; I don't trust anyone else! You are my best friend and I want you in my life. I still want to try to make this work, tell me how!" He stepped forward and grabbed my arms, turning my around.

My anger turned to all-consuming fury. I turned to look up at him, then dropping my gaze to his long fingers wrapped around my upper arm. I hissed through my teeth, "Marry Emmett and come out to your parents. There - issue solved without me being involved in your life. Kindly let me go."

"But you're my best friend - I don't want to lose you..." he sighed and his eyes pooled with tears.

I ripped my arm away and pressed my hands to his chest, pushing him, "You didn't apologize for anything you did to me and you still call yourself my friend? Friends don't do shit like that to each other. DO NOT TALK TO ME AGAIN!" I screamed.

I turned and stalked back to the truck and jumped inside, slamming the door. I switched it on and threw it into reverse and turned around. I saw Edward standing next to his meticulously maintained silver sedan, staring at me with a slack jawed look on his face.

His Volvo...

I hit the accelerator and backed up quickly, watching with pure glee as his expression changed from incredulous to fearful. I was going about 15 miles an hour, but that was enough to do some needed damage as the hitch to my father's truck slammed into the Volvo's back side. I put the truck into drive and drove away, looking at his mangled car in my rear view mirror.

The smile that crept across my face was a bit sadistic, but I did not care. I was free. I made my point.

And I was on my way to Jake's.

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I ended up pulling over on the side of the road not two blocks from Jake's house. I could see his front porch and what must have been his dog sleeping soundly outside of his screen door. My hands were violently shaking and my stomach twisted in so many different knots that I could barely think straight. I had cried myself out on the way there. My reflection in the rear view mirror was rough; my eyes were red and the mascara that I applied earlier this morning ran down my face. I wiped away the black smudges and fluffed my hair gently.

The car was in drive for a couple of minutes, but my foot was pressed firmly against the brake. All possibilities ran through my mind as to what could happen: What should I say? What will he say? Will he even see me? Would he even want me still?

Doubt clouded my thoughts, but the desire to fight for the man that I loved more than anything gave me reason to lift off of the brake. The truck eased forward gently and the closer I got to his house, the more that my whole body shook. I pulled into his driveway and placed the shifter in park, sitting quietly in the idling truck. His dog glanced up at me, stood and began to growl. I cringed as she barked repeatedly in my direction.

The screen door swung open and he stepped out in his athletic attire, barefoot. He held a butter knife in his hand and a bag of bread in the other and looked in my direction. His arms fell limp at his sides and his brow furrowed. I never glanced away from him as I fumbled for the key to turn the truck off. I breathed in deep and reached for the door handle, opened the door and slid out.

I walked slowly toward the front door, my eyes glued to the ground in front of me. Once I reached the steps, I raised my head slowly and reconnected with his intense stare. My breathing hitched at the close proximity to Jacob.

"Hi," I said quietly.

He didn't respond, but raised an eyebrow and glanced me over. I looked down and brushed my hands over the useless gown and sighed, "I had my dress fitting today."

Jake nodded in response. His dog stood at attention at his side, glancing up at Jake every now and then to gauge his reaction.

The hope I had felt on the way over was dwindling quickly. I rubbed the fabric of my dress nervously between my fingers and bit my bottom lip nervously.

Here goes nothing...

"Jake, I called off the wedding," I locked eyes with his. "I need you to know that I made a shitty decision when I left your house...that night. You are all that I've dreamed about for years. It's always been you, Jake."

He remained motionless, yet his breathing was heavy. His eyes were dark and filled with an emotion that I could not place. I waited for a while and neither of us moved. His dog sat patiently as we continued in our silence. After a long while, I sighed in defeat.

"I guess I'll be going. I....I am so sorry, Jake. You are worth everything to me. I would work my whole life to make up for what I did to you," He didn't say anything, nor did he move. I exhaled again, "I love you, Jacob Black."

I was broken, but he didn't deserve to see it. I reminded myself that I deserved nothing from him as I turned toward the truck. My eyes were trained on the ground before me yet again. I was half way to my sad ride home when I heard it.

A quiet thud and a clang.

I rotated toward the porch to see the knife bouncing and the bread laying against the wood floor. I turned to my left to see Jacob walking toward me quickly. I stopped in my tracks. The burn in his eyes could have put a hole through me, his intensity maxed out. He did not slow down when he neared me.

I held my breath.

His hands reached forward and claimed either side of my face, pulling me toward him. Once his lips connected with my own, my pitiful, shattered world was miraculously healed instantly. He was soft. He was rough. He was urgent. He was patient.

He was mine and more importantly, I was his.

My tongue brushed against his lip and he moaned in response. After I finished running my tongue against him, I took his lower lip between my teeth, tugging very gently. I sucked his lip sweetly where I bit him, finishing my tease with a chaste kiss. When I glanced up at him, his eyes were closed and it seemed as though he was temporarily stunned.

"Bella..." He finally said.

Very quickly, he bent over and lifted me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style. I laughed internally at the irony. His pace was fast as he walked toward his front door, swinging it open and stalking through his living room. Once we reached his bedroom, he set me down gently, allowing me to take in his room. It looked pretty plain - there wasn't much more than his bed and a dresser. The dresser looked familiar and I glimpsed at the mirror that sat atop of it.

There was writing on it. The marks were a bit faded, but they could still be read.

It was my handwriting.

"Jake, I..." the realization that this was the same note from when I left him that night was overwhelming. He must have thought of me this whole time, too.

"It was all that I had of you after you left," he sighed.

I turned toward him and threw my arms around his neck, gripping him tightly. My lips attacked his and he echoed my movements. The realization sunk in for each of us that we both wasted so much time; we weren't about to waste anymore.

His hands slid along my sides, feeling my curves from my hips to my breasts and back down again. I laced my fingers into his hair, tugging slightly, causing a moan to creep out.

If that wasn't the sexiest noise I ever heard, I didn't know what was...

I dropped my right hand to wrap my fingers in the front of his sweatshirt, pulling him flush against me. We both groaned at the contact. I slid my hand underneath his sweatshirt and felt his solid abdominal muscles greedily. He hissed at the sensation. I decided that I was dissatisfied with the limited view of his flawless figure, so I dropped my left hand and ripped his sweatshirt over his head, throwing it to the ground. My mouth immediately connected with his chest, kissing and nipping every inch of skin that I could reach.

His hands made their way up my back and wrapped around the zipper of my gown. He fumbled with it for a moment before turning me around, pushing me forward. I caught myself on the dresser, my ass pushed out and my back arched slightly. I glanced at Jake in the mirror, licking my lips simultaneously. He wound his hands down to my waist and back up again, unclasping the gown and pulling the zipper down achingly slow. I was growing terribly impatient with his teasing and glared at his reflection. He smirked back.

Once my gown was unzipped, he peeled it off of me slowly, pulling it down to the floor. I stepped out of the dress and remained where I was, bent over in front of the dresser. Jake tossed my gown aside and gripped my hips. His fingertips dug into my skin and set me on fire. His hands slid across my stomach and traveled upwards, settling just below my breasts. I watched as his dark hands covered my pale skin, lighting me up inside. I closed my eyes and moaned his name as he rubbed and teased my nipples. The sensation caused me to sway my hips, seeking friction. I backed up just enough to come in contact with his tremendously hard length and rubbed against him.

"God, Bella..." He hissed and turned me around to face him. Jake pulled me close to his body and I hitched a leg up around his back side, his hand catching and cradling my thigh. I ground myself against him and he leaned toward me, kissing me like a man possessed. My hands found the waistband to his shorts and I tugged down firmly and wrapped my hand around his cock. I stroked him with an even, firm tempo.

"Shit, oh god dammit, that's good," he yelled. The effect that I had on this man gave me a surge of new found confidence as I dropped to my knees, licking his length from base to tip. Jake grabbed my hair as I took him fully into my mouth. He swore again and again as I took his impressive cock in my mouth over and over. Suddenly, my hair fell and his strong hands wrap around my shoulders, pulling me up.

Before I could set my feet on the ground, he lifted me further and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I left open mouth kisses along Jake's neck and jaw while he walked toward his bed.

"I want you, Jacob Black. Please say that you'll have me," I whispered.

He stopped and stared at me, his grip firm around my thighs and ass. Jake leaned forward and planted a chaste, yet passionate, kiss on my mouth. He pulled away and set me down so that I was standing directly next to the bed. His fingers slid between my skin and panties as he pulled them down.

"I want you, Bella Swan. Please say that you'll have me - forever," He added. I looked up at him and smiled. My hand found his face and I pulled him down to kiss me. Jake deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue seductively in my mouth. A familiar ache burned in my belly and I moaned in anticipation. I stepped around Jake and pushed him backwards onto the bed. He fell down and I climbed on top, straddling him.

Just as I settled, his fingers slid across my stomach and down against my core. I cried out at the overwhelming sensations that his touch caused.

"Bella, you are so ready. Fucking gorgeous and perfect...are you ready for me?" He cooed.

"Only for you, Jake. Please....I want you. Now..."

Before he gave me cause to ask again, he gripped himself and positioned it at my entrance, pushing upwards. Jake filled me completely and a low hiss erupted from deep in my chest.

"Holy shit, Jake...Holy fucking shit..." I cried.

I slid back and forth against him, rocking with as much intensity as I could bear. I leaned forward so that one of my hands steadied myself next to his head. His hand teased my nipples, enhancing the dull ache that burned in my stomach. Before long, Jake's hand slid down to massage my most sensitive area directly next to where we were joined. I yelled out his name as my body started to shake against him.

"Not yet, baby..." he commanded. Jake gripped my hips and flipped me around, not breaking our connection. I ended up on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist as he started moving slowing. His thrusts were purposeful and firm while he kissed and licked my breasts. The sensations that he put my body through by his slow movements were consuming and my breathing increased.

"Jake, faster..." I begged. "Please, Jake..."

He grunted as his pace quickened and his forehead leaned against mine. Every exhale that left each of our bodies generated a distinct moan of pleasure with it. As his thrusts came faster, the familiar ache intensified. It tightened and pulsed, my body shaking and convulsing.

"Oh my...Jake...yes....I'm coming!" I cried out, wrapping myself around him.

He grunted in echo and erratically moved against me.

"Bella, yes...." Jake thrust into me a few more times and collapsed on top of me.

Our panting slowed, but we didn't move. His head laid on my chest and my arms wrapped around him tenderly. After a long while, I felt his breathing grow deep and realized that he was slipping into sleep. I smiled and closed my eyes, soaking up the warmth I felt. My mind was filled with pure elation as I also slipped into a deep sleep.

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