CHAPTER ELEVEN

A few more weeks passed without any further developments, except for the fact that Edward took to hunting at least every eighteen hours, mostly in the day time so that he could spend every night with me. I rarely saw him thirsty, his eyes only turning black when we were together, kissing, touching, tasting each other. We were only left alone in the house on rare occasions, but we at least had the privacy of our room and were becoming a little better at smothering cries and groans with the pillows or each other.

My parents wanted me to spend Thanksgiving with them and as much as I wanted to be with Edward, I agreed since we still couldn't all be together. Jasper drove me to Neah Bay and left me there, telling me to call when I was ready to be collected and I spent a good part of the day with my family, occasionally fending off questions about why they couldn't see Edward yet. Dad spoke to me more seriously when my sisters were helping Mom with the dishes after the enormous meal we had all eaten.

"What's the problem with Edward?" he asked directly. "Other than the obvious."

"He's just...not ready to see people yet."

"Why? Explain to me, Jacob, because it seems that there's something you're not telling us. Does Edward think we won't want to see him like this?"

"No, it's not that," I sighed, wondering whether I should just tell him the truth. How would he feel knowing the real reason, when I was so close to Edward all the time?

"Then what?"

"He's just...um..."

I stopped as my phone beeped with a text message, pulling it out of my pocket quickly and using the distraction to give myself another moment to decide what to say. Edward will have a thirst for human blood until he can get it under control? That would go down well.

'Jacob, ask one of your parents to drive you home when you're ready.' The message was from Carlisle.

I gasped as I read the text over a second time and then heaved a sigh of relief. Now I wouldn't have to admit that there was a possible danger in him being around humans. My pulse quickened in excitement and I wondered if the Cullens had only just decided this, or if they had been planning it and decided to keep it as a surprise.

"What is it?" Dad asked.

"Uh...well...like I said before, Edward just wasn't ready to see anybody, but he's ok now. I was going to ask you or Mom to drive me home later so you can see him."

"We could all go in the car," said Dad at once. "There's room..."

"Only just and it's kind of cramped for my leg," I said quickly. Carlisle clearly hadn't meant that I should turn up with the whole family and perhaps four people at once was too much. "You drive me, Dad, and maybe you can all come over to visit another day, or we can come here together."

"Your sisters will be disappointed."

"I know, but it won't be for much longer. Carlisle's hoping to get my plaster off for Christmas too. I'm going to have to have another operation to take the pins out of my leg, so I won't be able to walk on it for a while still, but at least I can get rid of this stupid thing."

I indicated the cast, relieved when Dad changed the subject from Edward to my upcoming operation. I wasn't looking forward to it one bit, knowing I would be in for more discomfort and a healing wound afterwards, but at least it was another step closer to being properly on my feet again. I sent Carlisle a brief message back, telling him Dad would drive me home and then I spent the rest of the afternoon with everyone, trying to relax while internally I was both eager and nervous about what was coming.

We left at five o'clock, Mom giving me a package of leftover roast turkey and pumpkin pie to take back with me and my sisters begging to be allowed to come with us so that they could see Edward.

"Next time, I promise," I said, hoping that would be the case.

I sent Carlisle a text as we set off to let him know we were on our way and then I sat impatiently counting off the miles as we headed towards Forks, praying that Edward would be ok. If anything went wrong, Dad would worry about me being there in the future, but then again Carlisle wouldn't have suggested him driving me back if he thought there was much of a risk.

When we arrived I slid carefully out of the truck while Dad grabbed my crutches from the back and by the time I was moving, Esme had opened the door and was waiting to greet us. She shook Dad's hand and leaned closer to give him a light kiss on the cheek. I swung myself slowly up the steps and into the house, my heart racing.

"Where are they all?" I asked.

"Rear lounge," Esme answered and I led the way.

The whole family were there, Edward sitting on the love-seat by the window, fidgeting and looking somewhat nervous. He tugged a hand through his hair and then got up to come to me while Carlisle went to shake hands with Dad.

"Are you ok?" I whispered in his ear as he slid one hand around my neck and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

"Yes." He drew away from me and I hovered there on my crutches as he took a step towards Dad and then another.

"Edward! At last! About time we got to see you again, son!" Dad exclaimed loudly.

"Hello, Tom."

Edward smiled a little awkwardly and extended his hand to shake. Dad of course, ignored it and grabbed him in a bear hug instead, bringing Edward's face to within inches of his neck. I forgot to breathe as I watched my vampire's nostrils flare and his hands clench into fists behind Dad's back, but then he was stepping away, smiling, golden eyes glowing and I could almost hear the collective sigh of relief from everyone else. It was only now that I realised Carlisle, Jasper and Emmett were all poised a couple of steps from Edward and Carlisle backed away and sat down while the other two greeted Dad. I discarded one crutch and grasped Edward's hand, going to sit with him on the love seat.

"Ok?" I whispered again.

"I'm fine, Jacob, don't worry," he responded quietly.

"How long have you been planning this?"

"All week. Carlisle suggested we give it a try last week, but I thought Thanksgiving would be...I don't know, just a nice surprise for you."

"You've all been in on it?"

"Yes, I'm actually impressed Emmett didn't give it away, he's been like a kid at Christmas. Stupid really, it's not that big a deal."

"It is a big deal, Edward, you're amazing," I said firmly. "It's only been three months."

"Hey, you two, you can whisper together when I'm gone," Dad said suddenly.

He took a seat next to Zara and Charlotte brought him a cup of coffee. He stayed for maybe an hour before he decided he should get home and then gave both Edward and me a hug before Esme showed him out. Edward was clearly more relaxed this time as if he'd been expecting Dad to grab him and the minute I heard Dad's truck firing up, I turned to him.

"Are you still ok?"

"Stop worrying, Jacob, I'm fine, I promise," he smiled. "I hunted while you were with your family. It wasn't so bad. When he first hugged me I wasn't expecting it; I should have, I suppose, your Dad always hugs me, but after that...it's fine."

"Does this mean you'll be able to visit my family?" I asked hopefully.

"Yes, as long as it's just for a short time at first. We can go back to our house again too." He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure they'll let us go there alone yet, but you never know. You are awfully loud, Jacob, even with a mouthful of pillow."

"Sshh!" I hissed, feeling my face warming. "Just you wait; we'll see how quiet you can be when I get my hands on you later."

"What are you two whispering about?" Emmett asked suddenly.

"You don't want to know," Zara said, rolling her eyes slightly.

My face burned hotter and I lowered my eyes with a grimace.

"The sooner we can be at our own place, the better," I muttered.

I finished off the turkey in sandwiches later, followed by a piece of the pie and then relaxed in the music room listening to Edward play the piano for a while. He skipped from one lively piece to another, clearly in high spirits and I couldn't keep the grin off of my face as I watched him. He had gotten over one of the hardest hurdles he would have to face and at last we could properly start to look forward to a slightly more normal future.

We retired early after Carlisle left to go to the hospital and the female vampires went hunting, leaving only Emmett and Jasper watching a movie. I closed the bedroom door and leaned my crutches against the wall in the corner, surprised when Edward stripped off his clothes within a few seconds, tossing the items one after another onto the chair until he was naked in front of me.

"Hell, you're in a hurry," I grinned.

"I want to take a shower."

"Damn."

"You can share it?"

"Hmm...tempting," I mused. "If only I could undress at that speed."

"I could undress you at that speed," my vampire smirked.

"No, you can stand there and watch." I rested my back against the door to balance myself and unfastened one shirt button. "Think I can get all of these things off without you getting hard?"

"Not a chance. You're going to tease me now, aren't you?"

"To start with."

I remembered how we had often tormented each other with slow strips, both the first time around and when we were in college and now it seemed no different. I unfastened another button and continued slowly, letting the fronts of the shirt part gradually to reveal my chest. Edward lay down on the bed and watched, his head propped up on his hand, his cock filling rapidly as I shrugged the shirt off.

"That didn't take long," I commented.

"I can't help it, you're fucking sexy when you undress like that," Edward sighed.

I bent to remove shoes and socks and then straightened again and began unfastening my cargo shorts. The sight of Edward naked and aroused was making me hard too and by the time I let the pants slip down my legs, my erection was pushing against my underwear. Edward groaned and licked his lips, his hand drifting down his body to stroke himself.

"Hey, no touching," I protesting. "You wanted a shower first."

"Maybe I changed my mind."

"Too bad."

He removed his hand reluctantly and I stared unashamedly at the pale organ straining upwards from his neatly trimmed pubic hair. The pink head was quivering and leaking onto the comforter and he fidgeted uncomfortably as I rubbed myself lightly through my shorts, a damp patch quickly forming on the grey fabric.

"Oh, God, please," Edward moaned.

"Please what? Want to see more?" I lowered the shorts a couple inches, letting the head of my cock peek out over the waistband.

"Fuck," he muttered, his hand sliding lower to touch himself again. "I'm aching."

"Wouldn't you rather have my hot mouth around that?" I smirked.

"Hell..."

"Or have my hands on you...rubbing this..." I gave myself a squeeze. "...against you?"

A groan of frustration from Edward.

"Then take your hands off."

"You are a fucking tease!" he growled, clenching his fist on the mattress.

"That's one of the reasons you love me."

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and lowered them swiftly, my cock immediately bouncing against my belly. I was becoming too impatient myself to drag it out any longer and I shuffled around the bed towards the bathroom door. Edward was on his feet in a flash and in the shower stall before I reached the door, turning the water on as hot as it would go and quickly stepping under it. I paused to pull on the plastic sleeve over my cast and then joined him, resting my back against the tiles and drawing him against me. I shivered as I felt the contrast of his cold body and the hot water, his cock nudging mine impatiently as he gyrated his hips, trying to gain friction between us.

"God, I need to come so badly," he groaned.

I slid my arms around him, lowering my hands to his butt and pulling him tighter against me.

"You are so hot when you talk like that," I grinned.

His hands were gripping the back of my neck, his mouth pressing teasing little cold kisses along my jaw towards my ear. He moved slightly, spreading his legs further apart and resting his feet either side of mine.

"Touch me...please..." he purred into my ear.

"Read my mind."

I pushed him back just enough to get my hand between us, grasping both of our cocks together and rubbing them against each other. I caressed his butt with the other hand, letting the tips of my fingers slide into his crack. In my head I imagined us on the bed together, me kneeling between Edward's spread legs, drawing his cock into my mouth while I gently pushed a lubricated finger up into him. He moaned into my ear, his body trembling against me.

In my thoughts I added a second finger, dropping my head lower until his cock was pushing into my throat, curling my fingers upwards to search for his prostate, my free hand caressing and squeezing his balls, pushing him towards orgasm.

"Please..." he moaned above the sound of the water, thrusting himself urgently into my hand. I let my finger tips stroke over his hole and continue lower, pressing firmly against his perineum, my other hand quickening its pace as my own balls tightened, my cock pulsing eagerly.

"God, I need you to fuck me!" Edward panted. "Make me come..."

Remembering how difficult it was to hurt him now, I moved my fingers upwards to search for his hole again, pressing the tip of one finger against the puckered flesh until it slid in to the first knuckle.

"Stay relaxed," I warned, slightly wary that a sudden tightening could easily break the digit. This was precisely why we hadn't tried to have sex yet after all.

"Mmm...more...please..." he whined.

I thrust my finger deeper, as far in as I could reach, shuddering at the cold tightness gripping me, marvelling at the feel of him...smoother, softer than I imagined...or remembered. Slowly I began to fuck him with my finger, jabbing randomly at his prostate while I jerked both of us off with the other hand, trying not to grimace as Edward's nails dug harder into my shoulders, his groans and exclamations quickly growing in volume.

"Christ...fuck...Jacob, I'm gonna come!" he cried.

He clenched around me, mercifully not hard enough to crush me as his cold fluid shot from him into my hand and over my cock a few seconds before I came. He leaned harder against me, shuddering and gasping as I painted his belly with my own load and slowly withdrew my finger, rinsing my hands under the shower before I rested my arms around him again. He drew his head back and met my eyes, his shiny black, his chest rising and falling rapidly and needlessly.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No." I tugged him closer again and caressed his cool lips with mine, breathing through my nose. I was still hard and all I could think about was how good it would feel to thrust myself into his cold, tight tunnel. I broke the kiss and met his eyes again. "Will you let me?"

"I don't know..."

"It'll be fine, if you can stay relaxed enough."

"God, I want to."

"Then let's try."

He nodded slowly and backed away from me, grabbing a bottle of shower gel to give both of us a quick wash first. I pushed myself away from the tiles and stood still as he soaped me and then himself at top speed before unhooking the showerhead to rinse away the bubbles. We towelled ourselves dry quickly, Edward rather more rapidly than me and by the time I had hobbled back into the bedroom he had closed the drapes and was lying on the bed waiting for me. Suddenly I was nervous, concerned about what might go wrong, as well as over-excited at the thought of being able to do this again. More than three months and it had seemed that we probably wouldn't be able to do it unless somehow I was able to phase.

"Don't be," Edward said softly as I lowered myself onto the mattress next to him.

"Don't be what?"

"Nervous. I can control myself enough."

"Not too long ago it was me telling you it would be ok," I said with a grin.

"It will be ok. I'll make it ok; I want it too badly to wait any more."

He moved closer to me, a cool hand cupping my cheek as his lips touched mine, softly at first and then more firmly, his tongue seeking access to my mouth and toying with mine as I granted it. I groaned into his mouth, my erection, which had subsided somewhat, quickly growing again and pushing against his thigh. His other hand curled around it, stroking gently, teasing me as we kissed.

'I love you so much,' I thought. 'Want you so much.'

"Mmm," he responded, the sound smothered by my tongue. He drew back reluctantly, eyelids rising slowly to reveal his black eyes. "I love you too."

I pushed him down onto his back and leaned over him, reaching out to open the drawer in his bed table to retrieve the lube. We had used it a few times for jerking off, but nothing more. Now I coated my fingers, reaching down to prepare him as he parted his legs and pulled his knees up. I continued nibbling at his lips, grinding myself against his hip as I pushed one and then two fingers into him, able to slide them deep without hurting him, searching for his prostate again and grinning as he shuddered and moaned. I slowly added a third finger, wanting to make sure I stretched him enough, not to avoid hurting him, but to make sure he wasn't too tight for me. He slid a hand down his body, grasping his leaking cock and I watched eagerly as he pumped himself, his muscles tightening slightly, squeezing my fingers together.

"Not so hard."

"Sorry." He breathed out slowly and relaxed. "Don't worry, I won't do that when you're in me."

"Are you ready?" I was ready; my shaft was impossibly hard, veins standing out against the dark skin, the head swollen and leaking onto his pale skin.

"Tell me what you want," Edward breathed teasingly. He liked to hear dirty talk just as much as I did and I leaned closer and gently blew warm air into his ear.

"I want to fuck you. I want you to feel how hot I am, deep inside you; I want to come inside you..."

"God, please!" he cried.

He released himself and grabbed up the lube, squirting out a generous amount and coating me with it, the cool liquid and the even cooler feel of his hand sending chills from the back of my neck to the base of my spine. I pulled myself up onto my knees quickly and manoeuvred myself between his legs. With the cast only on the bottom half of my leg, I realised that it wouldn't really hamper me and I lowered myself over him, resting my weight on my knees and one elbow as I reached down to guide myself. Edward gasped as I pushed the blunt head of my cock against him, then breathed out slowly and relaxed. Gradually he opened up for me and the head slid in; then I halted, shuddering at the sensation of ice cold gripping my heat.

"Fuck," I hissed. "That feels so good."

Edward's hands slid around to my back and down to my butt, pulling me into him, an inch at a time until I was buried deep, my balls resting against his, my cock encased in slippery, cold tightness. I whimpered helplessly, wondering how I was actually going to fuck him for any length of time without disgracing myself in seconds.

"I'm not going to last long either," he whispered. "You're so hot...so hard...don't move for a minute." He wrapped both arms and legs around me, pressing as much of himself against me as he could, his mouth touching my neck, lips caressing the rapid pulse there. "I'm so close already, just from the feel of you inside me; from the thoughts in your head. I didn't think we'd be able to..."

His breath shuddered out of him and I raised my head more so I could look down into his eyes. Somehow I knew that if he was still human, there would have been tears in them and I felt my own begin to glisten. I held his gaze as he loosened his hold to let me move and I began to thrust shallowly, only a couple of inches each way, not wanting any part of me to lose contact with him. I could feel his cock almost painfully hard against my belly, the cold tip wet with pre-cum as it gained friction between us. I felt my balls tighten, heat coiling in the pit of my stomach and I withdrew a little more, thrusting my hips harder, watching Edward's head roll back, eyes half closing as my shaft bumped the small gland inside him.

"Oh...fuck...I'm coming..."

His hands gripped my back harder, his lower body rising to meet mine as I buried myself deep again, emptying myself with a yell as I felt him tightening, squeezing while he came onto us both. Suddenly it was painful and I hissed through my teeth, grimacing for the brief second before he breathed out again and relaxed his grip.

"God, Jacob, I'm sorry." His hands touched my face.

"It's alright," I panted, still breathless from the mind-blowing orgasm. I shifted my lower body slightly and let myself slip from him. "I'm ok, it was only a second."

"Fuck...what if...?"

I stopped him with my lips on his as I slowly let my weight sink onto him.

"It was fine," I repeated and then smirked. "Better than fine. It was fucking amazing."

"I can't argue with that." Edward grinned and rolled me off of him onto my side, pressing himself tight against me, arms around me and one leg in between mine. "I forgot how hot you feel when I'm...so cold. I can still feel it; your warmth inside me."

I grimaced and moved my leg. "Yeah, well my warmth is dribbling out of you onto my thigh."

Edward snorted with laughter and slid away from me, blurring into the bathroom to clean himself up and returning with a damp wash cloth for me. By the time he lay down with me again his eyes had returned to their rich gold colour and I was relieved that he wasn't going to need to leave me just yet.

"I'll slip out when you're asleep," he said. "I'll be back before you wake up."

We slid under the bed covers then, the cool November nights making me need the warmth, especially with Edward's cold body pressed up against me.

"We should get a heated blanket." He tucked the comforter around my ears and molded himself to me. "Or I'll wear really thick pyjamas so you can't feel the cold."

"You will not. It's the heated blanket or nothing," I murmured. "I don't want my husband anything other than naked in this bed."

"I'll ask one of the others to get one next time they're in Forks."

He gave me another small kiss and pressed his face into my neck and I closed my eyes, the two intense orgasms having exhausted me. Sleep quickly began to creep up on me and the last thing I heard before I drifted off was my vampire whispering into my ear than he loved me.