Destiny

A little shower lemony goodness.

A/N: Special thanks to Goldengirl2707 for her excellent job as a beta…you rock girl.

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A/N: I want to thank all of you that have read and reviewed this story It is greatly appreciated… and now it's time for Bella to face Jacob…enjoy…huggs

Chapter 10

The Confrontation.

I descended the stairs slowly, my heart was pounding so hard it was a wonder it hadn't broken through my ribcage. I knew who I would be facing, and I felt sick inside, remembering our last meeting and the heart breaking way it had ended. To say I was frightened was an understatement. I felt as if I was taking that last walk to the gallows. How could I have let this happen again? Why did I have to come back here? Couldn't I have gone elsewhere? But even with these feelings of raging self-doubt, I also knew that if being with Paul meant that I had to be here, why would I want to be anywhere else?

No, I couldn't do that to Paul. It was time; this needed to be done. I swallowed hard made my way slowly down to the lower level of the house. I had to face my fears head on. As I tried to control my breathing and trembling fingers, I vaguely wondered if Charlie would shoot him if I asked. It's not as if it would kill him, right?

As my feet hit the bottom step, I reluctantly looked towards the door to where he stood. He had grown yet again, he was taller, broader. He looked… older. His dark hair was longer than it should have been, because it was shaggy, sticking up here and there, like he needed a haircut. He stood in the doorway wearing only a pair of cut offs and bare feet.

As I looked into his face, I realized that while he was still beautiful, he still had that baby face look about him. I watched as the emotions flickered across his face, from anger to sadness, as he looked back at me. I swallowed once again, squared my shoulders and lifted my chin defiantly, determined to show him that I wasn't afraid.

I couldn't help but admit that it was good to see him again. I fought to hold back the tears, to hold back the urge to jump into his arms, to bury my head into his neck, to cry and tell him how much I missed him. But he just stood there, without a word, staring at me.

"Bella," he finally said after a few minutes.

"Jacob," I replied stiffly. His weight shifted as if he planned to move towards me, but Paul jumped in front of me and let out a growl that shook the windows in the house.

"Paul, it's okay," I murmured, rubbing his back to calm him.

"Paul, stand down," Jake ordered, his voice deep with authority.

"No! She is mine!" Paul growled and I could see the physical toll it was taking on his body as it tried to defy an alpha order. I knew I had to stop this. I couldn't let them fight, especially over me. From what I knew about the pack, Jake would easily take Paul down. I knew that Paul was strong and ruthless, but Jake was the Alpha. He had to be strong to hold that title and I didn't want to see Paul get hurt.

"Paul, baby, please don't do this. It's okay. I need to do this. I need to talk to Jake?" I cooed softly, still rubbing his back. He turned to look at me, his eyes softening, as he nodded slowly, wrapping his arms around my waist. He held me for a moment, until both of us were able to stop trembling, before he turned and escorted me into the living room. We sat down on the sofa, as Paul pulled me close to him.

Jake followed us and took the seat next to me, glaring as Paul growled at him again. "Paul, I'm not going to harm her. Hell, I've known her all our lives!"

"I'm not fucking leaving her alone with you, Jake. You forget; I've seen inside your head. I know how you feel about her. I've seen how angry you have been because of her, so forget it. I'm not going anywhere," he snarled. Jake's eyes narrowed, and he bared his teeth, his own chest rumbling threateningly, but the hate I saw in Paul's eyes frightened me.

As I looked between both my wolf and my oldest friend, I realized that this wasn't going to get us anywhere. I knew if this silly macho posturing continued, not only would we be here all day, but eventually one of them would snap and the whole thing would end badly.

"Paul." I tried to interrupt them, but he didn't acknowledge me in the least. "Paul," I finally snapped, determined to get his attention. The frustration in my voice must have made an impression, because his eyes slowly left Jake's and found their way to mine. I watched as the rage faded from his eyes and was replaced with love and devotion. I smiled at him, pleased that he was finally listening to me and reached up to gently stroke his cheeks. "Its okay, Paul. You don't have to leave the house, but would you please give us just a few minutes to talk? Please?" I pleaded, hoping that he would understand.

"Bella," he sighed, his eyes defeated, obviously not wanting to leave me alone with Jake.

"Please, Paul, just for a few minutes," I begged.

He took a deep breath, carefully studying my expression, before letting it out and nodding reluctantly. "Okay, but just for a few minutes. I won't be far," he said, his gaze fixed pointedly at Jake.

"Thank you," I replied, as he got up. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. I knew he did it only to get a reaction from Jake and it worked; I could hear the Alpha's jealous snarls loud and clear.

Paul smiled against my mouth before pulling away. I shook my head, thinking how childish they were both being. Paul gave me a wink before turning and heading toward the kitchen, looking proud of himself.

I turned to Jake, but he was watching Paul, as he left the room, his eyes full of hate. But then he looked at me, his eyes softening. "How have you been, Bells? Charlie says you've been away at school," he asked.

"Yes, I have, and I've been good. Well, good as to be expected being so far away from Charlie and my friends," I explained.

He smiled. "Charlie wouldn't tell me where you were. I tried to get him to, but he wouldn't. I would have come for you if I had known… you know that right, Bells?" he said.

I was stunned. I had told myself that he'd been happy when I left, but now he tells me he wanted to come to get me? Even though our relationship had ended badly, I knew down deep inside that he would come searching for me, which was why I hadn't wanted Charlie to tell anyone where I was. I hadn't wanted Jake to find me; things had changed between us. He had hurt me deeply. He had promised that things wouldn't change between us if we tried a relationship, only to have things end with him screaming he never wanted to be friends with me again.

"Jake, that's why I asked Charlie not to tell anyone, I didn't want anyone to come looking for me," I said gently.

He lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers. "Bells, I know I was wrong for the way I acted back then, but I was so young. I know it's only been two years, but I've grown up... A lot of things have changed since then, honey," he replied. He sighed, and then shook his head. "I'm still so much in love with you, Bella."

I began to shake my head before the words were even out of his mouth. I did not want to hear this again! I heard Paul growling from somewhere in the house, and it made my heart clench. The last thing I wanted was hurt him, too! "Jake, stop, please! Don't do this! Not now, not ever! I'm with Paul now; he imprinted on me." I don't know why I felt like I needed to explain it to Jake, especially since I knew Sam had already told him, but I worried he would never understand how I felt if I didn't say it out loud.

"Bells, that don't matter! He can fight that. I know he can. Besides, he hates you. He used to call you the leech lover! He would see in my head when I thought of you and was disgusted by you. He constantly degraded how we felt for one another," he cried, his eyes wide and pleading.

I stared at him, completely confused. While I was surprised that Paul had held such animosity towards me, I also couldn't believe that Jake still believed that I had reciprocated his romantic feelings. He still couldn't admit that there hadn't been anything between us but friendship, at least for me. I knew then that Jake and I would never be my friend as long as he kept thinking that we could have been lovers. The growling from the other room grew louder.

I lowered my head, sighing. "Be quiet, Paul," I muttered under my breath, knowing he could hear me.

I stared at Jake, trying to get control of my feelings. I was getting irritated. With Paul in the other room snarling and Jake in here revealing his love for me, the feeling was growing by the minute... I jumped to my feet and began pacing across the living room. The movement helped relieve some of my pent up tension, and after a few times around the room, I was able to stop and meet Jake's eyes.

"Look, Jacob, I'm sorry that you still think that we have something together. I didn't tell anyone where I was because I didn't want to be found. Yes, you hurt me that day. That was one of the reasons I left, but Jake, there was nothing between us then and there is nothing between us now. There will never be anything between us. Ever. I'm sorry if that hurts you, but you don't seem to care how I feel about it. You just assume that because you want us to be together that we will be, but it doesn't work that way. I'm with Paul. I love him and he loves me. I'm his imprint. We will be together for life, Jacob. I'm sorry, but it is what it is, and you must understand this and move on. I'm sure that once you accept it and move on, you will find your own imprint. Please, let me and Paul be happy together." I couldn't bear to see that pain in his eyes again, so the only thing I wanted to do was leave him there and go find Paul.

To my surprise, Jake jumped up and grabbed my arm, swinging me around to look into my eyes. "We were meant to be together, Bells. I don't care what I have to do to make you mine again, but I will do it," he snapped, his voice dangerously low.

I sucked in a deep breath, afraid of what he would do to Paul. I yanked away from him as my anger took over. If looks could kill, I'm sure he would have been a smoldering spot on the floor. "I think it's time for you to leave, Jacob. I don't love you. Leave Paul and me alone!" I ordered.

He smirked at me before turning and walking to the door. "I'll be seeing you soon, Bells. Whether you want to believe it or not, you love me. It's inevitable for us to be together," he declared, his eyes still fixated on mine.

Paul stood there silently, holding the door open for his alpha. I could see the fury in his eyes, as he glared at Jake. He was shaking and I could tell he wanted to tear Jake apart, but held his form for my sake.

Laughing arrogantly, Jake left the house. Paul slammed the door behind him, a fierce rumbling rolling from his chest. He was clearly agitated with Jake, and with good reason.

Jake was acting like a child. He still couldn't see that there wasn't anything between the two of us. I didn't think we could even be friends now, which made me sad, but was unavoidable given the way he was acting. I could also see that he was going to cause me and Paul more trouble; trouble we didn't need. I found myself wishing he would just grow up and become the man I knew he could be, but I couldn't see that happening anytime soon and that made me nervous.

Paul walked over to me and buried his face in my hair, breathing deeply. His shaking slowed, as he held me tight in his arms. When I thought he was calm enough, I pulled away and looked into his eyes. I stroked his cheek with my open palm. "I'm sorry Paul, for the way this turned out. I thought I could get him to realize that his love for me was nothing but a school boy's crush. I hoped he would see how much I loved you and just leave it alone, but it didn't turn out the way I hoped it would," I explained sadly.

"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything. This is all Jake. He is obsessed with you and the sooner he gets over this, the better off he will be," he retorted, pulling me tightly against him again.

I relaxed into his embrace, but couldn't help but ask, "Leech lover? Really, Paul?"

He chuckled. "That was a long time ago, before I imprinted on you. Jake only brought it up to use against me. He hoped it would piss you off and you would leave me, giving him room to make his move," he grumbled, but he still looked down at me nervously, as if he were actually worried that Jake's trick had worked. I grinned up at him, determined to prove that I had already forgiven him... Relieved, he leaned down and kissed me softly, passionately, until our kiss ended with his forehead resting against mine.

"You need to change. We're supposed to be at Sam's soon," he finally whispered.

I nodded slowly. "Would you care to join me in a shower first?" I asked teasingly, running a gentle finger down the curves of his abs.

He gave me a flirtatious smirk. "As you wish, my lady," he growled playfully. I squealed as he picked me up, flipping me over his shoulders and carrying me up the stairs to the bathroom.

I took off my robe and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. Paul turned on the shower and regulated the heat of the water. He turned and grabbed me just as I began to pull my tee-shirt over my head.

"No, let me do that," he murmured softly, tugging on the hem of the shirt and pulling it over my head. He dropped it, forgotten on the floor, as I stood in front of him naked. He smiled, a pleased rumble roiling from his chest, as he pulled me to him, kissing me long and hard.

"I'll never tire of seeing your beautiful body, babe," he groaned, pulling off his pajama bottoms.

He didn't waste any time, yanking me urgently into the shower with him until both of us were standing under the falling water. His hands roamed over my skin and into my hair. He grabbed the shampoo and poured some into his large hands before massaging it into my hair. I moaned, lost in the feeling of his strong fingers against my scalp. He gently tilted my head backwards to rinse out the soap before placing gentle kisses down the slope of my neck.

Smiling up at him, I reached down for the sponge and filled it with his body wash so I could clean his body, running the cloth over the hardened muscles of his chest. I stood up on my tip-toes so I could give him a sweet little peck and a saucy grin. He watched me with hooded eyes, as I lowered myself to my knees and soaped the stiff muscle between his legs.

He moaned as I softly manipulated the sponge over him, as I massaged his heavy sac with my other hand. Dropping the sponge and rinsing him off, I reached in and softly licked the mushroom shaped tip, tasting the pre-cum that had bubbled from the slit at the end. Licking my lips and wrapping them around the head, I swirled my tongue around his girth. His hips bucked, and I felt him spasm inside my mouth.

"Oh God, babe, that's amazing," he groaned. I slid him further into my mouth, trying to take in as much of him as I could. He buried his fingers into my hair, gently tugging my head up and down his shaft, but was careful not to push himself too deep into my throat. I moaned as his head hit the back of my throat, sending vibrations racing down his cock. "Fuck!" He growled, as I swallowed rapidly, as he spilled white hot liquid into my mouth.

He reached down and yanked me up to his lips, kissing me hard. "Damn baby, that was the best I've ever felt," he said, pressing me against the cool tile wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to find his mouth again. He slipped his tongue against mine, moaning as he slipped between my slick wet folds, filling me completely. I couldn't keep quiet as he began to move in and out of me, but as he picked up speed I sunk my teeth into his shoulder, pouring out my cries of pleasure into his skin.

"God babe, I love you so much," he grunted as his hips slammed into me over and over.

"Oh Paul…I love you too," I moaned, digging my heels into his back side, trying to get him as far inside me as I could.

"Fuck!" he grunted, and I felt him pulse inside me, as I fell over the edge, clenching desperately around him. Sighing softly, he slowed his movements while we rode out the aftershocks.

He softly kissed me again, and then rested our foreheads together, as we tried to slow our breathing. He gently lowered me to my feet so we could finish washing one another, before stepping out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around me and kissed me on the forehead and then covering himself with another one.

We went into the bedroom to dress. Paul was pulling on his cut-offs when his cell phone rang.

"We're on our way, Sam." He hung up and slipped the device into his jean shorts. "You ready, babe?"

I nodded pulling my hair into a high ponytail and took one last look into the mirror to make sure I looked okay; I was nervous about officially meeting the pack as Paul's imprint. What if they didn't like me? What if they believed Jacob was right about the imprint? What if they refused to accept us as a couple?

I grabbed my bag as Paul hooked his arm around my waist and led me out the door to the truck. He had already unhooked the trailer and explained that we would finish unloading when we get back. Trying to give him a brave smile, I quickly agreed as I settled in for the brief ride to Sam's house.

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