Here is my latest chapter a day early, you know what that means...? I might just give you an extra chapter this weekend before I have to go back to work.

For all you you girls out there that wanted a little more loving between our hero's, here it is.

Forewarning, if you're not a fan of the really sour lemons, you'll probably want to skip over the second half of the chapter- I don't tend to to them by half's. If you ARE a fan of hot, hot, lemon pie however, then please, read it twice ;-D

Thank you Egratia for Beta-ing for me. You like our boy in the shimmering moonlight?

Enjoy folks.

Chapter 11- He gives me Goosebumps.

I was lying in nothing but my jeans and a tank as Jake's lips explored the newly exposed skin of my collarbones. The hardened bar of his erection was trapped behind the fly of his cut offs as he pressed it into the top of my leg. He rocked it back and forth against me, building and prodding. I'd never felt Edward like that. Hard. He'd always left a polite amount of space between us. Edward would have thought the way Jake had pressed his need in to me, shifting and grinding, far from polite. He would have said it was vulgar.

I didn't think it was. I thought it was natural and honest. Jake wanted me, and he wasn't afraid to show it. I really liked it. Actually, I liked it a lot. I liked the feel of it pressing against my leg, I'd liked to look of it earlier today in the woods, and I was pretty sure I was gunna like the feel of it inside me if we ended up naked. It was hot and hard and a symbol of Jake's brute masculinity. I shifted and pressed my leg firmly against his bulkiness.

His lips left a wet line over my skin, trailing down until his face nuzzled between my breasts. His hand slipped up my side, rippling over my ribs and causing a tightening in my stomach. He looked up at me, his dark, dark eyes careful and hopeful as he searched mine though his lashes. "Can I touch you Bella?"

My lip slid between my teeth. I licked them slowly, patiently. He was so beautiful; truly, ruggedly handsome. My hands smoothed across the mass of muscle over his shoulder and arm. How was it that I had, at some point in my small, human life, the privilege of being loved by two such perfect beings? Edward had loved me, but he'd never touched me… not really, not like this. Jake loved me, he'd told me so many times, and he couldn't stop touching me. It felt amazing. I felt very desired.

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It hadn't taken us long to get back to the van after his wolf and then the man had cleaned up the fresh scar on my wrist. I'd climbed aboard Wolf-Jake and he'd set off through the dense forest at a blistering pace. I'd leaned forward, wrapping my arms and legs around him and stared at the dark forest floor as it whizzed by. It was fast— I'm guessing as fast as any vampire, but again, I couldn't help but notice how much more natural and fluid it felt to be on Jake's back. My body rocked and swayed organically against his, the warmth and softness of his fur comforted me, so too did his quiet, rhythmic breath. I felt at home with the wolf. Safe.

He'd stopped at a small brook off the lake where we'd camped at and crouched down, indicating for me to hop off. It was a beautiful little spot. The moonlight was reflecting off the water, and there was pockets of mist rising up from the shallower, sun warmed water into the cooler air of the night.

I could hear a lot of the nocturnal animals amongst the trees. There was a cacophony of harmonies; some deep, some piercing. All of them were calling and beckoning to their potential mates. In the distance, off behind the cliff face we'd just come from, a wolf call began to sound. It echoed across the water. The wolf next to me seemed to smile, his tongue lolling out as his mouth pulled against the sides of his serrated like molars. He circled around me, his tail curling around my waist as he looked at me and rubbed his muzzled against my jaw and then lowered, between my legs. It was hot and warm. I felt my physical reaction to his brazenness instantaneously.

Then he very pointedly sucked in a long, drawn breath and sat back on his haunches. With his neck stretched upwards, he let out a series of short yowling sounds before they stretched out, and the short sounds unfolded into a long, acclaiming howl that reverberated through my chest and wrapped around my heart. I was happy to simply watch and in awe at the magnificence and profundity of it all.

I'd never been up close to a wolf making its song, but I knew Jake was louder than his native cousins. Simply his size would amplify his voice, but there was something about the pre-eminence of the wolf who was staring at me, and scenting me that made me dip my head to the side in reverence. This was the alpha wolf, staking his claim, making his territory. Claiming his mate. Me.

Jacobs's deep, richer timbre was the last of the howls to echo down the valley as the wolf song ended.

The beast turned to look at me. The soulful eyes of my Jacobs looking back at me. Then he reared up on two feet as the air around us began to shimmer. I blinked, my eyes closing momentarily. As I opened them, standing there in front of me, naked as the day his was born, was Jacob. His hard, proud errection pointing directly at me.

Jacob stepped closer to me, his eyes shifting up and down the length of my body. His dark eyes shimmered in the darkness. The heat and desire that his body was revealing was almost as palpable in his gaze. Fully clothed, with heavy winter gear on, I'd never felt so naked in my life, and yet, I didn't feel exposed in the slightest. I wanted Jake to see me, all of me. Inside and out.

He stood close, hovering as we both savored the torture of being so closeness but still not touching. His breath blew gently over my temple and I closed my eyes. I could hear his breath, heavy as he willfully controlled it. The heat from his skin above his heart warmed my cheek. My heart thundered under my ribs as they expanded and contracted with each ragged, wanton breath. Then he moved and his fingers edged under the anorak I was wearing, to my flannel shirt underneath.

I heard the ripping sound as a long straight piece of gingham tore away. My eyes opened in surprise and I looked up at Jake in a silent question.

He lifted my arm, turning it so that the pink, bloodied wound on my wrist was face up. "It's weeping."

I looked down to it, waiting for the wave of nausea at the sight of my blood to hit me, but it never did. I just felt the freedom of it. The warm sense of belonging and clarity that I'd been feeling in the last half hour since the wolf had sliced it open and purged to venom from me. I didn't feel nausea. I felt warm. From the inside out.

His fingers were hot and sensitive as they gently wound the cotton around the fresh bite mark, tucking an edge under a loop.

The majestic man stood tall then, and steeped a few paces to the water before stooping down and washing his hands. I watched his nakedness as he hunker down at the water's edge. My eyes gulped-in the sight of his hard, muscled back, down the long lines of strength that ran along the length of his spine, down to the rounded asset of his butt. The muscle in his shoulder and arm shifted and bulged as he moved his hands. His tan skin seemed to luminess in the moonlight as his reflection shimmered in the water. I was mesmerized.

He leaned forwards, cupping a hand full of the still, crystal liquid to his lips.

Flicking little droplets off his fingers, he wiped his mouth before he turned to look at me over his shoulder, his eyes burning and intense. "Have a drink Bella, you lost a little blood before, you need to replenish."

Like a moth to a flame, I joined him, crouching by his side at the water's edge and scooping up a handful. It was cold and fresh, with a slightly metallic yet clean tang to it. "This water tastes delicious."

We both stood then, drawn together by an invisible pull that seemed to mirror us together. Like we were two halves of a whole. Or maybe the key to the other; just a small part shared with the other, that together unleased such greatness. Such overwhelming desire. Such love.

His hands rested on my hips as we stood face to face, only inches between us. His deep dark eyes were staring at me, shared with the man was the ancient beast who'd just howled his devotion to the moon. Jacob to protector, my protector, was staring at me with the intensity of man in love and an animal consumed with desire. "Nothing is going to taste as good as I imagine you will, Bella."

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Jake shifted, sliding down the mattress we'd been sharing for the past week or so, his feet hitting the rear doors. The van swayed as he moved, the lines of his abdomen rocked into my hip. He arched down and his lips pressed a hot, sucking kiss against my shoulder, his lips bit at my skin as he pulled back. His cheek brushed against the side of my breast as he tilted his head up to look at me. "I wanna taste your skin, Bella."

He ran a thick, broad tongue up the side of my arm, regarding me through his lashes all the while. He blew his warm breath in the wake of his tongue and watched the little lines of goose bumps surface. His voice was rumbly and deep against my stomach as he spoke. "I want to see if I can give you goose bumps everywhere."

His hand traced up the outer line of my thigh and the backs of his fingers dragged over the denim and played at the bottom of my tank, ticking my stomach. "May I?"

I shivered. A hot, expectant tremor rippled through me as my back arched and I pressed my shoulder blades into the sheets. His eyes left mine and slipped down to the little B cups I was pressing forward. "Please," I whispered.

I sucked in a breath as he slowed everything down. Our almost frantic exploration was now reduced to gradual climb to the peak.

His huge hand slinked up, covering one breast through the little white cotton and lace camisole I had on.

"You're so beautiful Bella," he whispered, gently gripping and playing with the soft breast as his other hand slid up and slowly, carefully, pulled both the tank and my bra strap off my shoulder. He ran his nose along my collar bone, kissing the tip of my shoulder before tracing over to the other side and repeating... only this time he used his teeth to pull the straps down.

His kisses peppered over my throat slowly, carefully making his may down my chest until he reached to edge of the material. His hand left my breast and his fingers curled over the edge of both of the barriers left between us. "I want to kiss you everywhere," he asked, looking up at me again as his fingers started to pull down, "is this okay?"

I pressed my lips together, lifting in to a smile. I understood this boy, the wolf confounded and intimidated meat times, but his boy, the man he now was, I knew. And I wanted to him to know all of me. "It's all okay." I whispered. "All of it."

His eyes left mine as he watched his own fingers pull my top down. The elastic stretched under his hands, bunching, as inch by inch my smooth white skin was uncovered. The wire of the little cream cotton bra I had on flipped, inverting so that my breasts were suddenly out for him to appreciate. Jake made a quiet little hum of pleasure. I hoped he liked what he saw.

I could feel my heart pulsing behind my ribs and in my ears. Thumping out a hard, heavy, excited beat. I'm sure he could hear it.

Jakes eyes flashed to mine again, in the small lantern light we had hanging from roof I could see his dark pupils yawing wide into his deep, brown eyes. He looked hungry, yearning, burning. Both his hands came up and cupped around the sides of each breast. His hands were hot and rough, but his touch was gentle and a little unsure. The beast may have been sure and ancient, but the man was still sixteen and hesitant. I didn't want him to be unsure… I wasn't. I wasn't any more experienced physically than he was, but I was sure of three things: of him, of me, and of us.

We were discovering this thing we had together. We were sharing in a long list of firsts.

My arms wound around his neck, the little makeshift bandage he'd wrapped around my new wound pressed into his back. My elbow hooked around so that I could pull him down to my lips again. "I love you, Jake. I trust you." My lips traced over his cheeks, the rough thin stubble on his chin scratched and prickled in a way that made me want to run my lips over more of him; and to have his lips on more of me. "Do what you want. I want it too."

He moaned as he dipped his head like the teenage boy he really was. "Oh Bella." He shifted, moving his entire body down a half foot. His fingers drew circles around my nipples, playing with them until they were hard and erect. His tongue poked out and slowly he drew a large circle around my areola, blowing on the wet he left behind. I looked down and caught the little smile of satisfaction gracing his luscious lips. "Goose bumps everywhere."

His tongue rapidly flicked against a nipple and his mouth covered it as he began to suck. He made long, pulling draws that gripped me from the inside out. His tongue took over from where his fingers had left off and I threw my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes as everything started to sparkle inside me.

We didn't speak again for a good fifteen minutes. Jakes lips were preoccupied, and my brain was an addled mess of delightful sensation. The heat. It was… I used to think the cold of Edward's kiss was thrilling. It wasn't. It was cold and it numbed my skin. This heat— Jake's warmth, it set my skin alight and electrified every nerve. It seeped into my bones and balanced my soul. A part of him unlocked a part of me that lifted my soul to another realm.

His lips kissed their way back up to my mouth and his body slinked up too. I shifted, pressing my thigh against the hardened length that I'd felt earlier. I did that to his body. My kiss. My breasts. My love.

My fingers played along the lines of his muscle. They traced along the edges of his arms and shoulders, around his back and then back down each little square of his abs. I could feel his stomach roll and tighten as I tickled my knuckles along the edge of his cut offs. His hips jerked as I lowered my hand over the hard bulge in his pants.

Slowly, trying to tease and build, I loosened his button. Jake let out a little moan in the back of his throat as the tips of my fingers pressed the zipper of the fly down, stroking over him on the way.

I knelt up a little, shifting so I could see. I been feeling the length of his erection against my leg all night. I wanted to see it again. Before today, I'd never seen a man's penis. Or at least up close. And certainly never a hard one. And lord was Jake hard. Not hard like the marble inflexibility of Edward, but a hot, pulsing, living rigidity. Like the blood flowing through Jake's body had been redirected and was now straining towards me.

"Oh my God," I whispered as the zipper lowered and his long and thick penis was freed. I'd been thinking about what it would feel like to touch Jake this way. Intimately.

I wanted to know if it was as hot at the rest of him, or as solid.

My hand shifted down, automatically wrapping around it. My palm was instantly warm. I savored the heat and smoothness of the skin covering his shaft. He was hotter. And just a solid.

Tentatively, I gripped him tighter, moving my hand up and down. The skin pulled and covered over the bell shaped end before retracting back on the down stroke. "Oh my god," he moaned as I moved my hand again and again.

Jake's hips rocked in time to my hand, straining and pressing himself deeper into my fisted palm. He moved us so that we were on our sides, face to face. My clothes and my pumping hand were the only things between us.

He wound his hand under my head and pulled me into his lips. Softly his mouth curved around mine as his tongue played with the tip of mine. His other hand tugged at the mess of bra and tank forming a crumpled band around my ribs. I sat up a little to pull my shirt all the way off. My lips left his and my hand left the warmth of his shaft for a moment.

He let out a little moan, at either the sight of me topless or— as my hand wrapped back around his erection and I continued to pump— the pleasure he was receiving. I think it might have been both.

His free hand cupped around a breast, massaging and fondling. He had rough calluses on the ends of his fingers that scuffed at my nipples. He had the hands of a man. They stimulated with each aching pinch.

"Oh god, Jake. God that feels good." I wanted to know what other parts of me he could make ache. I wanted to know right then and there.

It hadn't even been a whole twenty-four hours that I'd declared my love for Jake. Not even a day had gone by that we'd shared our first kiss. And there we were, nearly naked. Until we weren't nearly naked any more and we got actually naked.

Jake kicked off the last of his clothes, towing his twisted shorts from his ankles as his fingers deftly undid my jeans and he tugged them over my hips.

"Bella," he breathed between kisses. He hovered above me, one knee was between my legs. "I want you. All of you."

"I know. I can feel it." I didn't just mean the hot, hard cock pressing against my leg. I meant I could feel it emanating from his very being. His love, his desire, his want. I didn't know if it was the beast or the man, or both, all I knew was that I wanted it too.

He brushed a stray hair back off my forehead. "I mean it."

"So do I," I smiled, lifting my leg and pulling the ankle of my skinny jeans off my foot and wrapping my leg around his waist, pulling him closer to me. The line of his penis pressed against the outside of my wetness. A pleasure pulsed through my abdomen. "I want all of you too."

I reached up, kissing him with a moist, open mouthed tongue. I could never kiss Edward like this; rough and heated… with teeth. It was primal and raw. It was such a turn on.

Jake kissed me back, one hand fisted in my hair and pulled me closer to him, and the other grabbed another handful of breast and he kneaded the soft flesh he found there. I tilted my hips, letting the length of his shaft run along my folds, covering it in the lubricating slick and stimulating my center all at once.

I could feel myself building. The slow and steady track up to the top. The peak. The climax.

We shifted so that he was lying between my legs, on top. He kept on rocking along the outside of my folds. Sliding back and forth, each rock pressed into my clitoris and drove me closer to that peak. I was ready for more, my body and my heart.

Jake lifted his hips up as my hand reached between us. The dick was wet now; slippery and shiny. My hand glided up and down his length. His hips coordinated with each stroke.

My chest was heaving with each breath. His hand fanned across my chest, palming one breast then then the other. He tweaked a nipple, carefully twisting and pinching the rosy peaks. I shut my eyes as I quivered out a tremoring breath. A shuddering moan escaped my lips at his touch. Every nerve across my skin seemed primed and responsive to his touch. I held his penis, pumping and shifting it lower, closer. I opened my eyes to find Jake watching my face, his eye locked on mine. "I'm ready." I said, pressing his tip at my entrance. "Right here. Right now."

He stilled. His hips were suddenly motionless.

His hand left my breast to cup the side of my cheek. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?"

He shifted, kneeling back and knocking his head on the lantern hanging from the roof. The lines of muscle along his ribs rippled as his arm reached up to steady the light. "You're like a beautiful angel; a princess."

His finger played with my lower lip, flipping it seductively as he drew a line over my chin, down my throat and between my breasts. The back of his fingers drew a line down my belly and across the soft curls before a single finger traced a route along my inner thigh all the way down to my ankle. Goose bumps erupted on every slice of skin he touched. "Every last inch of your body is perfection, Bells. Do you have any clue how spectacular you are? How much I want you? How long I've wanted you?"

He didn't wait for me to answer. He stooped down, pressing his lips to me. Less frantic, more controlled. "You're a virgin, right?"

I nodded. Even though we'd not actually had that specific conversation. It seemed it was a given seeing as I'd admitted to him that Edward has been my fist boyfriend and that we'd nothing more than cold, demure kissing. "Then were not doing it here— in the back of an Aerostar, with a crappy foam mattress and an unpowered camping site."

He lowered back on top of me, his skin warming me and his heat comforting me. "You deserve the Taj Mahal or the Waldorf-Astoria. The least I'm gunna give you is running water and Egyptian cotton when we share something so special."

I sat up, leaning back on my elbows. The tips of my nipples were rising and falling with each panting breath. I could feel the coil of tension primed within me.

He was being a gentleman.

I didn't want a gentleman.

I wanted a man.

A hot, hard muscled man to fill me to the hilt.

I didn't care where we were. All that mattered that it was Jacob. His hands and his body. On me. In me.

I wanted him.

He lifted his hand, brushing my hair back off my face. "First thing tomorrow I'm gunna find us somewhere special. Somewhere romantic."

My eyebrows rose, the simmering fire in me felt like a pot that had come to the boil with the lit still on. I was jittery and steaming. I wanted to shatter from the inside out— with Jake as the detonator. "Are you serious?"

He lay back down, one leg draped over my thigh as the flat of his hand made long slow figure eights around my abdomen and breasts. He leaned in, kissing the small notch behind my ear as he pinched a nipple. "Dead serious."

I sucked in a heated breath, writhing and shifting, desperate for that final release.

"I don't care." My breath was coming in short, breathless pants. I rolled back on to my side so that I could grip his still hard and throbbing member. "I'm happy here."

Each whispered word accented by a thrust of my hand. "This is romantic enough." Up and down the smooth skin.

"I want you, Jake." Sliding over the head, smearing some of the moisture around the defined ridge.

"Here." I held his penis hard, firmly stroking, over and over. Jake obviously liked it.

So did I.

I could feel the wetness pool between my legs. "Now."

He let out heavy, rough moan. His eyes scrunched up and his abs tensed as I pumped. His hand settled on my hip, sliding over my bottom. He captured a handful of softness, massaging and grabbing. Then his fingers slid around the front, dipping between my legs and submerging in the moisture.

I felt a sharp zap of pleasure as his finger flicked at my hard and aroused center. He flicked it back and forth a few more times, each time earning him a hard, corresponding tug as my body juddered beneath his hands.

"I don't mean let's stop." He half laughed, half whimpered as I kissed at his throat, sucking and flicking my tongue against the raspy stubble. "I just meant no sex."

He moved to kneel between my legs and he pressed my knees further apart. Jake licked his lips, staring at my open, glistening center. His fingers rippled through my outer folds, playing and tickling. He pressed at my labia, sliding his finger back in forth.

I let out a moan, closing my eyes and pressing my head back in to the soft pillow. His finger circled around me, testing at my opening. I could feel the little pull of tension as his fingers circled the edge of my entrance. His thumb flicked my clitoris as his fingers played around my vagina. "No penetration—" His finger entered me, I felt it slide up along my inner wall, pressing, "—At least, not tonight, and not with my dick."

He lent down, his breath tickling against my cheek. "Is this okay though?" he whispered, suddenly unsure again. "It's not hurting you, is it?"

My hand reached up, cupping along the square of his jaw. I pulled him down for a soft, affirming kiss as his finger pressed deeper inside me and his thumb kept flicking against my clit. "No, it's perfect," I assured. "Just keep doing what you're doing. It's amazing, Jake. Amazing."

He purred along my throat, down over my collarbones before his mouth latched on to a rigid peak, sucking in time to his thrusting and flicking fingers. "I want you to cum Bells. Will you cum for me?"

I rocked my hips, tilting my pelvis to give him better access. I reached for his shaft, rolling my fingers along his length, softly caressing. "So long as I can make you cum as soon as I'm done."

He pressed his length in to my palm, before kissing my chest and pinching my clitoris gently. "I'm counting on it."

He moved then, pulling his penis from my hands and settling at my side. He lay over me as his lips pressed hot kisses on my soft mounds and between the valleys. "Lay down Bells, let me give this to you. We've got all night. I can have my turn next."

He licked a large circle around one breast, spiraling until his tongue flicked at the relaxed nipple. Then he blew, eliciting a sprinkling of goose bumps on the heated skin, the soft, dark, puckered skin hardened as the nipple stood up erect, asking to be sucked some more. "Yeah," he whispered, a self-satisfied grin across his lips. "I love doing that."

I lay back, reveling in the feelings coursing thought my body. His lips as they whispered across my chest, caused the rose-tipped buds to become rigid with desire. The deep, yearning feeling as his finger buried inside of my depth pressing up and intensifying each touch as his thumb rhythmically tapped back and forth.

It built steadily, the pleasure mounting. My body moved on its own, bucking and writhing. I needed more. I was waiting for more. "Oh Jake, it's good. So good. I need…" My head tossed from side to side searching for the high that was just out of reach. "I… I don't know."

"May be this will help." He added a second finger, stretching me a little more. "You're so wet, Bells. Come on, cum for me sweetheart."

"Oh yes," I hissed as the burn morphed into a pulling, pulsing accent. My breath was coming in breathless, urgent gasps. Quiet whimpers of pleasure caught in my throat.

The pleasure pulsed, building from inside my core, spiraling and spinning in a heated sparkle of delight. It consumed every fiber of my body and I exploded in a frenzied mass of rhythmic convulsions.

Jacob's lips found mine, capturing my heaving breath as his fingers stilled and he gradually slipped his fingers from my still quivering opening.

Through the slits of my eyes I watched as Jake lifted his fingers to his nose, inhaling. Then two fingers entered his mouth and his lips wrapped around, slowly sucking my quim from each one. His eyes rolled back in his head. "Mmm, you really are something special, woman."

I lay there, in a light pool of bliss, floating in the endorphins until my breath steadied and I found myself returning to my body. "Okay, that was…" I rolled curling into Jacob's side, my hands fanning over the bulk of muscle across his chest. God he had amazing muscles. "That was the most amazing thing in my entire life."

I lifted up, kissing the underside of his jaw as I ran my nose along his throat inhaled his raw, musky man smell. I pressed my mouth to his, my tongue tasting and savoring the sweet, nuttiness of Jacob's kiss. I really liked kissing this man. I loved it. "I love you."

He wrapped me in his arms, tenderly peppering soft kisses over my face. "Love you too, so much."

I lent up on an elbow, my hair falling over my shoulder and down the pillow he was resting on. My lips stretched into a smirk. "So, do I taste as good as you'd hoped?"

He bit his lip, smiling as he nodded. "Better."

I reached down to his still somewhat turgid shaft, watching it grow in my hands as I lightly stroked. "I wonder if you taste as good as your mouth does." I firmly tugged a few times. Twisting and rubbing around the sensitive skin.

He sucked in a breath and his eyes closed. He arched his back off the bed. His voice was husky, rough. It was as masculine as the hot, rigid flesh in my hands. I bent down, my mouth wrapped around his straining shaft. "Oh Fuck. Bella."

MWHAHAHA! Yes I'm leaving it there.

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