Isabella and Peter had been staying with Charlie now for four days and Isabella was just this side of the line in castrating Jacob and raping Peter. The rape would be easy to see coming by anyone with a brain since they have boned ever day for the last two months and NOTHING for the entire time they were in Washington and she was about to explode. The castration however, everyone but Jake saw that in his future. Jake's little man crush was beginning to reach creepy levels and Peter was just about to knock the kid into next week. Isabella felt that castration was a far better punishment.

Currently, Isabella was at the stove making stew for dinner while Peter gave her a hand peeling those devil spawn potatoes and Jake sitting across from Peter yapping on and on about this that and the other, asking all matter of personal shit about Peter that were really none of his fucking business.

Seconds before Peter made the fantasy about stabbing the kid in the eye with the peeler in his hand a reality, Isabella snapped. Slamming the spoon on the counter with a crack, she whirled around and shouted, "for the love of fuck Jake, That's enough. I get you have a crush on the guy, but you have been up his ass since we got here. Do you really got nothin' better to do than to sit there and ask all matter of fucked up questions that are none of your fuckin' business? He might be above shutting you up, but I ain't. Either shut up or I shove my fist down your throat and rip out your voice box, ya get me?"

Jake stared at her while Peter looked at her like she hung the moon. It was completely silent in the house for a minute before there was a slow clapping that lightly sped up into a full applauds coming from the living room where Charlie and some of the other rez boys were watching a repeat game from the night before.

Jake was beet red and she swallowed hard before looking at Isabella again, "sorry Bells."

She just glared at him, "oh, don't be apologizin' to me. I ain't the one ya been making all kinds of uncomfortable. You just pissed me off." She pointed to Peter, "apologize to him."

Jake sighed a little before turning to Peter, "sorry man."

Peter shrugged, "don't worry 'bout it, just knock it off. I ain't got a problem witcha Kid, but I don't even get hounded on like that by rodeo whores. Keep the questions away from shit that ain'tcha business and it'll be fine."

Jake nodded and Isabella pointed to the living room, "get out, Jake." He got up and left the room without a word and Isabella growled a little and crossed her arms, leaning against the stove, "Jesus."

Peter chuckled as he stood up and took the veggies over to his girl and set them on the counter before setting a hand on either side of her and bending down to look her in the eyes, "Ya know, ya'll kinds of sexy when you get all pissy."

Isabella smirked at him and cocked brow, "that wasn't pissy, that was irritated. Ask Jake what the difference between the two is."

Peter hummed in his throat, "Let me guess, you get violent?"

Isabella giggled, "I only reached that point once and it was years ago. Jake cut my hair off so I think he deserved the kick to shin."

Peter grinned and nodded as he leaned in, "I bet he did" and pressed his lips to hers. Nipping at her lip lightly, he made a noise in his throat when she parted them for him.

They only kissed for a minute or so before there was a catcall from behind Peter. He groaned louder this time while his Little Darlin' out right growled. When he pulled back, she looked him dead in the eyes, "we're going to a hotel."

He was fine with that.

After dinner that night, Peter and Isabella packed their bags and straightened up her room before Peter carried them down the stairs and set them by the front door while Isabella went to let her father know they were heading out. He walked into the living room at the WRONG part of the conversation.

"No, we'll be here for a little longer, but Jesus dad, we can barely kiss and I kinda want to fuck my boyfriend."

Peter froze and his jaw went lax before he slowly backed out of the room before anyone saw him and, as quietly as he could, opened the front door and pretended he didn't walk in on that. He was just closing the storage case in the bed when his girl came sprinting out of the house, leaping off the front porch and darting to the passenger side of his truck, her face as bright as the sun when she yell, 'we gotta go'.

Peter looked towards the house and his eyes went wide at the sight of the shotgun in Charlie's hands. 'Oh, god damn it'.

Wasting no time, Peter jumped into the driver's seat and turned the key, throwing the truck in reverse and peeling out of the driveway. The sound of a gunshot and squealing tires could barely be heard over the sound of his psychotic girlfriend's laughter. He looked over at her and just stared at her as she played with his iPod for a minute before Dierks Bentley 'what was I thinkin'' came on.

"You are out of your fuckin' mind, Little Darlin'."

It was this point in time that Peter realized that he was following orders from a fucking country song. He glanced at his girl and saw that she was actually wearing a white tank top. Shaking his head a little, he cut the wheel a sharp left and laid back on the gas.

Getting back on the main highway, Peter let up on the gas and looked over at Isabella, who was still laughing as she clung to the 'oh shit handle' "Your Daddy is gonna kill me."

She shook her head and smiled wide, "he won't do nothin'. He shot at you so this is kinda understandable, Petey. I'll call him later once he calms down a little."

Peter shook his head and glanced in the rearview mirror for a second, letting out a breath when there were no red and blue lights to be seen anymore.

*X*

A half hour later Peter had checked them into a hotel room and his girl was on the phone with her daddy, trying to defuse the situation, and not doing a very good job in his opinion. He was leaning on the dresser with his arms and ankles crossed listening to her side of the conversation.

"You SHOT at him, Dad; did you expect him to just stand there and take it?... So fucking what... In case it escaped your notice while you were being an asshole, I was also in the truck you shot at... You're being completely unreasonable, Charlie... No, you were the one that did that shit, not him. Peter ain't ever done nothin' to put me in danger. YOU were the one shooting a fucking shotgun at his truck. I think you owe him a fuckin' apology for that shit, by the way... If that's the case, then you need to get over what Edward did and see that Peter is NOTHIN' like him, I did. If I can get past that shit, you certainly can... Oh, fuck you. You're tryin' to compare consensual sex between two adults and abuse at the hands of a stupid little prick that has a death wish. News flash, OFFICER, NOT the same thing... No, it was mine... yeah, mine, not his... I figured as much, ya dumbass... well, ya wanna treat me like a rebellious teenager, I'll act like one... Save a horse... I highly fuckin' doubt it... Yeah..."

With that, Isabella hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed before she fell back and scrubbed her face with her hands, a hard growl rumbling her throat.

Peter cocked his head to the side a little, "that didn't sound like it went real well, Sugar Britches."

Isabella dropped her arms to her sides and glared at the ceiling, "he said sorry about your truck, he was aiming for your head."

Peter puckered his lips and nodded slowly once, "I figured as much, but, Little Darlin', you gotta try and see this from his perspective. You his baby girl and you comin' off a nasty situation. I would be more concerned if he wasn't out to kill me than the fact he is."

She was quick to turn that glare on him, "don't defend him."

Peter held up a hand, "I ain't, I'm only tryin' to get you to see that he has your best interests at heart. Let me tell ya somethin', if my little angel ever got mixed up in somethin' like that, I gotta say it would snow in hell before I ever gave a fella the benefit of the doubt again. I ain't defendin' 'im, I'm just sayin' I get it and I'm pretty sure once you calm down, you'll get it too."

Isabella sat up, leaned back on her hands and cocked a brow, "he liked you until he found out we were havin' sex. THAT'S what I'm pissed off about. Then there is the little matter that he SHOT at us."

Peter scratched his temple and gave that a once tumble through his head, she had a point but he wasn't gonna tell her that. Instead, he pushed off the dresser and went over to the bed his girl was lounging on and crawled up her body, forcing her to fall back as he got nose to nose with her, "Let's just let it go for now, Alright? You're pissed off, he pissed off, nothing gonna come from talking right now." Once he saw her consent in her eyes, he smirked at her, "I got a question for ya, Little Darlin'."

When she cocked a brow at him in question, "What were you respondin' to when you said 'save a horse'?"

At that, Isabella smirked and twisted over, knocked Peter on his back as she straddled his hips. She gave him a vixen grin, "he asked what I was gonna do. I said I was gonna save a horse." She pulled her shirt off and grabbed her stolen hat off the bed and put it on before looking at him from under the brim as she began to unbuckle his belt, "saddle up, Cowboy, you in for a ride tonight."

'Holy shit...' Peter swallowed hard and it took every last ounce of self control he had to grab her wrists and stop her from continuing. There was a clear whine in his voice as he, and he would NOT admit this to ANY one later, whimpered, "can't Sugar Britches." She cocked her head to the side in question making him whimper again, "we out of condoms, Doll."

Isabella snorted a bit as she pulled her hands out of his and ripped his belt from the loops with a 'crack', "I've been on the pill since I was fifteen." There was a little spark of something in her eyes as she leaned up and butted her nose on his chin before sliding it along his jaw and nuzzling just below his ear, her voice low, "I'm gonna take your bareback title tonight, Witty."

Peter's eyes rolled up into the back of his head at the seduction in her voice and there was no stopping the groan when she ground herself hard against him. He still had his fucking jeans on and was about to bust a nut with just the promise in the air.

Isabella popped the button on Peter's jeans and waited only a second to see if he was gonna stop her again before sliding the zipper down and lifted her body up and began to back up, taking his pants with her. Once his boots and jeans were gone, Isabella unzipped her skirt and slipped it and her panties over her hips and let them slide down her legs to the floor.

Not taking off her boots, Isabella lightly kicked her clothes away before crawling back up Peter's body and once again straddling his hips, right behind his very engorged piece of perfection.

Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she looked up at him from under the brim of the hat on her head as she lightly ran her fingers from tip to base, a slight smirk coming to her lips when she felt him twitch from her touch. That little action never failed to give her a little ego boost while at the same time, kinda freaking her out.

Tapping her fingers against his member, she wrapped her hand around it as much as she could before rising up on her knees and positioning herself over the head. Locking her eyes on his, Isabella let her own weight pull her down, every little bit lifting herself up to make the descent easier as she coated him with her juices.

Once they were hip to hip, she paused for a moment to get used to the intrusion again after the couple of days break before giving herself a little test roll. Still dealing with a little tightness, she lifted herself back up again before dropping back down with a twist on her hips, erasing the last of the slight discomfort.

Once she was sufficiently stretched out, she leaned back, set one hand on Peter's thigh while the other was set on the top of the hat on her head before she began to bounce, twist and roll her hips.

Peter was just about to lose his fucking mind. This was heart stopping, throat closing, toe curling bliss. For as long as he had been having sex, this was the first time he ever did it without protection and dear GOD... His mind went blank of thought, only able to focus on the pure pleasurable ecstasy that was the feel of his girl's walls squeezing the fuck out of his cock.

His body took over for his mind, and his hands grabbed her waist and began to thrust up against her, pulling her roughly down and grounding hard. Opening his eyes and sitting up, Peter wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped the back of her head with the other before crashing his lips to hers.

Moaning in his throat, he bit her bottom lip to get her to open up. His eyes slid closed again when her tongue came out to play with his and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Moving the hand on the back of her head, he grabbed the brim of his hat and, after taking it off her, tossed to across the room, not giving the slightly bit of a fuck where it landed, and rolled them over and taking over the dominant position without missing a beat.

Wrapping her leg around Peter's hips, Isabella broke the kiss, throwing her head back as a very unladylike moan fell from her lips. Her breath got caught in her throat and she was almost certain she was choking on the head of Peter's dick he was so deep inside her.

Not one to waste and opportunity, Peter latched on to her neck, scraping his teeth across her flesh before sealing his lips and giving it a hard suck. His hips began to speed up as he felt that knot in his stomach begin to tighten. Arching his back a little more, he slid a hand between them his thumb finding what he was after with absolutely no difficulty.

Between the speed and force of Peter's hips and the attention to her clit, Isabella didn't stand a chance. There was four thrusts and she was thrown over the edge of euphoria and into orgasmic retardation. She wrapped her body tightly around his, squeezing with everything she had... the walls of her passage included. She was so far gone in pleasure that she couldn't even scream, her throat tight and constricted.

It was only a few pumps of his hips after that that Peter followed her over the cliff, his seed shooting in powerful spurts deep into her body. The aftermath of his own orgasm left him twitching and breathless.

Forehead to forehead, they panted hard and deep as they stared into each other's eyes.