A/N: Hey all! So I know, it was a mean place to end the chapter, but I have to keep you coming back somehow, don't I? Anyway, I'm glad so many of you are enjoying the story. I do love me some bad boy Jake. A special shoutout to The all mighty and powerfulM, who reviews faithfully but doesn't have replies turned on so I can't thank her personally - THANKS PERSONALLY! Also to a couple of Guest reviews, thanks for taking the time because it's awesome.

Ok…so, on to bigger and better things for Bella and Jake. Let's check in with them now and see just WTF Edward was doing behind that closed door…?

Disclaimer - As usual, characters aren't mine, story is. (I've decided that I'm shortening that to CAMSI.)

Chapter 11

I swear on a stack of Bibles - when that door opened, I was literally seeing red. I looked past him to see that my Bella sat on the couch, fully dressed thank God, but looking scared and upset. Just what the fuck was Masen up to?

"What the hell is going on in here?" I demanded of Edward, my face inches from his. I was much taller than him, and like I've said before, he's afraid of big guys and altercations and pretty much everything else that most men take in stride. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he flinched back like I'd popped him.

"Nothing!" he protested like the complete wuss he is. "We're having tea!"

Tea? Tea!?

He stepped back and let me into the room, and I saw that indeed there was a freakin teapot and two china cups on the little coffee table. Bella's tea hadn't been touched, and Edward's was almost gone. He had to be kidding. Tea?

"You're having tea with Bella?" I asked.

Bella jumped up at that moment and came quickly to my side. "Jake, it's not what you think," she said.

I looked down at her. I wasn't pissed at her in the least, but she somehow thought I was. I knew she was innocent in this. This stupid stunt had Edward Masen written all over it. "It must be," I said. "Because I think it's nothing."

"You're right, it is nothing," Bella agreed, relieved. "It wasn't my idea, Jake, trust me."

"Oh, I know that," I said, putting my arm around her and sneering at Masen. "I know this was all him. What the fuck, Ed? You warn me to treat Bella right and then you move in for the kill?"

Edward had recovered his cool, now that he thought I wasn't planning on beating him to a pulp. "Of course not, Jacob," he said loftily. "I was merely showing Bellar here a good time."

"You forgot about the bet," Bella said accusingly.

I squinted at him, feeling the anger rise in my chest like a hot lick of fire. "What bet?" I asked menacingly.

"He made a bet with me," Bella answered, arms folded across her chest. "He bet me that before the end of the tour I'd be sitting in the front row, center seats. I took the bet because I was sure I wouldn't have to sit in the audience at another Wolves concert. I thought I'd be onstage."

I couldn't believe that son of a bitch had tricked her. She was innocent! She was only a kid! What the hell was he thinking?

"Let me get this straight," I said, pretending to be calm. "You tricked her into making a sucker bet, right? And what were the stakes?" I turned to Bella for the answer, not trusting Masen to give me a straight answer.

"Tea. He told me that if I lost the bet, I'd have to have tea with him."

"Tea. That's it?" I said, not really believing it. Bella looked uncomfortable. "Seriously, was that it? Just tea?"

"Well…he said a date. But I told him I'd only have coffee with him, not a real date. He insisted on the tea," she answered haltingly, throwing a scowl at Masen as she explained. I believed her, but there had to be something else to this. Why did she seem so awkward?

"You might just as well tell him," Edward advised. "Jacob is very persistent; he's bound to find out sooner or later."

"Tell me what?" I demanded. "Was that the whole bet or was there more? Something...else."

Edward stared at the floor and Bella wouldn't meet my eyes either. I sighed long and loud. "Okay, Eddie, why don't you tell me?"

Edward met my gaze for a second, and then glanced away. "If she won, Bellar wanted me to…allow her to finish out the tour with us, no questions asked."

I swung my head around to look at Bella, confused. "What?" I asked her. She was cherry-red, her face burning with embarrassment. "But, baby, you can stay as long as you want. You know that, right?" I felt all protective of her again, like she needed someone to shield her from the big, bad world. Where I was on the prowl. Yeah, that irony thing's a bitch, huh?

Bella seemed like she wanted to be anywhere but here. "I just thought that maybe after a week or two you'd be sick of us," she said. "I wanted to be able to stay. But…but I lost the bet, so I guess we'll just stick around for a few more shows and then…I don't know…" She trailed off, mortified.

"Bells," I said, putting my finger under her chin and tilting her face up so I could look into her eyes. "The tour is almost over. We've only got three more weeks. You knew that, didn't you?"

Her eyebrows came together as she looked up at me in confusion. "What?" she said. "No, I didn't know that." Now she sounded indignant and she whirled around to confront Edward. "I'd think you would have told me that, Edward!" she accused.

I sneered at Masen, disgusted. "So it was a for-sure sucker bet, and you talked her into it. You knew they'd be with us until the end of the tour, and you let her agree to this anyway." I huffed out a sigh and shook my head. "That's low, Eddie." I let my disappointment in him show. "Really low. Pathetic, even. Can't you get a date without tricking some poor unsuspecting girl into it?"

"I…I'm sorry, Bellar," he said, seeming to be sincerely apologetic. Hanging his head, he continued. "I feel like a complete cad. Jacob here is correct. I shouldn't have done this to you. I wanted you to give me a chance, and I couldn't think of anything else that would work." He looked up at her then, and added, "I think you're very special, Bellar."

"Psh!" I said, rolling my eyes. He was ridiculous.

But Bella didn't seem to think so. "Wow. That's really...sweet," she said softly.

"Sweet? Are you kidding me?" I asked testily. "He tricked you!" What the hell?

"But…well, it was for a nice reason," she said. Her words sunk in, and then I really boiled over.

"Oh, I see," I said sarcastically. I was losing it right then. The combination of anger at Masen for pulling this exploit along with her seeming acceptance of it was just too much to take. Before I could stop myself I heard the words spit out of my mouth. "So I guess that whole saving yourself thing is just a ruse to hold guys off until they do something cute enough to get in your pants. I gotcha, sweetheart. Message received." Seething, I turned away and walked out, leaving her standing there stunned and Edward at a complete loss as to what to say.

I would've punched a hole in the wall on my way down the corridor, but I was lucid enough to recall that I had fresh stitches on my playing hand and I didn't want to open them up. I settled for kicking the wall uselessly, not even able to get up enough impact to bust through the drywall. "Goddamn it!" I growled, unable to think of a word bad enough for the situation. I can't even begin to tell you how pissed I was. There was nothing to compare it to – not even Paul breaking the 'fly last night.

Edward Masen! My sworn mortal enemy was trying to put the moves on my virgin - and it looked like it might work out for him!

I knew what I needed. I needed a snootful of vodka and a good hard revenge fuck. 'You might be saving yourself, but I'm not,' I thought to myself. I knew where to go to get it too. Straight back to the dressing room, where I'd find more gote tail than I knew what to do with.

I slammed into the dressing room like I was looking for a fight – which I was, but not with anyone in there. But I remembered too late that I'd made Emmett kick all the groupies out. Of course, everyone was knee deep in their shenanigans, but without bothering to be discreet, I growled, "Where's McCarty?"

No one answered.

I tried again. "Hey!" Quil and Seth pulled away from their respective conquests to look at me blearily. "Where the fuck are the roadies? I need a gote."

"Call them why don't ya?" mumbled Paul from the futon, where he was getting busy.

That was actually a good idea. I pulled my phone out and called Emmett.

"'Sup, J?" he answered.

"I need a gote. Now," I said.

Without a question, he said, "I'm on it. Where are you, the dressing room?"

"I'll be in the bus. Bring me a couple so I can pick," I spat. Yeah, that's right. I was back to being the asshole I'd always been. What of it?

"Yep," he answered shortly, and hung up. I grabbed my Dragonfly, filled a keg cup with Ketel, and bugged out, slamming the door on the way out. Making my way to the back stage door, I walked out into the night.

The first thing I saw was the collection of buses and the roadies milling around with the same crowd of groupies that had been clogging the dressing room earlier. As soon as I came out, there was a collective crowd head-turn and I was immediately engulfed in screaming gotes, all looking for a piece of me. Tonight was different than the usual situation like this, though. Their intensity was ramped up by a lot. I didn't know if it was because I'd been away from it for a day or two, or because of Made of Win, but whatever it was, I liked it. It made me feel better. The Bella thing had me bugged, and the screaming of the gotes surrounding me was like a soothing lullaby. But Emmett and Jasper came and dispersed the crowd.

"Move it along, ladies," Jasper said loudly. "Mr. Black is leaving the venue now, please give him some room." I was always amazed at the way Jasper could compel people to do almost anything just by requesting it. The girls moved away with moans of disappointment as Emmett broke through the group.

"Hey, J, I got your gotes over by your bus, come see," he said. He didn't say a word about Bella and I was glad of it.

I followed him to the bus while he told me about the girls he'd collected for me. "All three are smoking hot, Jake. I got you a selection - blond, brunette and redhead. They're all built like swimsuit models; you'll be drooling, man."

We rounded the corner by the bus, and waiting near the door were three drop-dead gorgeous women, arguing with each other.

"I want him, and I'll let him do whatever he wants," the blond was saying. "Anything"

"So what?" the brunette exploded. "We all would. I'm a bigger fan. I've been a Wolf follower since their first album! I've followed them all around the country on this tour."

"Why don't we let him choose?" the redhead purred. "Because here he comes now."

The blond and brunette turned simultaneously, but they were a second too late. The redhead had already latched on, and she grabbed a handful of my hair as she pulled my mouth onto hers. Her tongue jammed down my throat and she slid her hand boldly over my groin.

I pulled away, laughing. "Whoa, easy there, Red," I said, pushing her back so I could get a good look. Yep, Emmett knew what I liked. Five years of fetching my gotes for me had trained him well. She had big, round, sexy knockers and a tiny waist, flaring out to a beautiful ass. The blond was similar, but taller and thinner with long, sexy legs. And the brunette was just incredible – that's the only word I could use to describe her.

But Red was persistent, and she kept kissing me and her hand kept sliding over my growing boner, so finally without even going near the other two, I waved Emmett away, handing off my Dragonfly. He took the two other chicks back to the roadie's shit shack while Red and I climbed into the Wolves' tour bus.

Embry was in there with some older woman. Yeah, he liked the cougars, which was one of the reasons he always came to the bus. He didn't want to deal with the bullshit everyone gave him. His gotes were always hot, and they were always over 40. I didn't care, though, never gave him shit about it - and I was looking for privacy. Embry was on the couch where I'd taken my nap on the way to Wisconsin yesterday, so the actual bedroom was available and that's where I was headed.

I pulled Red by the hand into the bedroom and shut the crappy little door that separated it from the rest of the bus. By the time I turned around, Red was down to her black panties – and nothing else.

"Come here, baby," she crooned, stealing my line, and I did what she said. She peeled off my vest and my shirt, running her hands over my pecs and my arms. "Wow, you're beautiful," she whispered, stealing my line again – but I let her.

Because to be honest, I was pissed. I was so pissed I could spit fire. I couldn't believe that son of a bitch Masen had stolen my virgin from me. He was probably screwing her right now. The thought made me want to fuck the daylights out of the gorgeous gote lying under me. So I got down to it, pulling off my jeans and settling between her creamy thighs. I considered letting her be on top, but dismissed the idea right away. I felt a primal need to dominate tonight, and that's what I was gonna do.

I slid it in rough - hard and fast like I was looking for retribution. She was hot and wet and she felt incredible, but I didn't take any time to savor the moment. I slammed into her raw – violent and harsh. She loved it, or at least she acted like she did. She was squealing and panting and I'm pretty sure she came, although I couldn't have cared less at that point if she did or not. It wasn't my business. I got my rocks off, and that's all that mattered to me. It felt good, but I had to admit, it didn't feel as good as usual.

We lay there sweating, breathing hard, and I figured what I needed was a little more. "Hey, Red, do me a favor," I said, pushing her head down to my still-firm cock. "Suck me off."

She immediately went to work and I relaxed back on the bed, feeling her warm, wet mouth engulf my dick. Ohhh, yeah, that was fuckin amazing. I let go, just gave in to the feeling, and rammed myself right down her throat. I could feel the back of her throat contracting around my cock, and it took me to the edge again. But I held off. Let her work for it.

I buried my right hand in her hair, and pushed her mouth down even deeper over my raging boner. "There you go, babe," I groaned. "That's just right." It didn't take too long before I went ahead and blew right down her throat. But…it was still missing something. Yeah, I was back in the saddle, back to being the conquering hero. I could've probably made Emmett bring back those other two gotes and fucked their brains out too. But I didn't. Because something was bothering me. Something felt like it was missing. I'd had my revenge, I'd dominated like I wanted to - but somehow my heart wasn't in it.

"You're incredible, baby," she whispered to me, snuggling her head on my shoulder. Absently, I trailed my fingers through her hair. Yeah, I'd fulfilled a fantasy for her - but I did that with women every day.

"Thanks," I answered, distracted.

"Wanna go again? Or I'd be happy to spend the night here with you," she said, tilting her head up to look at me eagerly. She was pretty, and she had some class. She wasn't like the gotes we got years ago, skanky broads who looked like trailer trash. The gote population for the Difficult Wolves had definitely improved over the years. But really, she was just another easy lay. I wanted her to leave.

"Uh, I don't think so, hon. We're on the road early tomorrow. And I think twice is enough for tonight." I don't know if this girl was a pro or not, but she definitely got the hint. She didn't leave right away, but I felt her pulling back emotionally. She'd be gone pretty soon, I figured.

I rolled over, grabbing my jeans off the floor and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. I wanted a smoke – even though I hardly ever touched the things, I needed something right now. I lit up and took a long inhale, holding it in my lungs and feeling the nicotine seep into my blood. I needed it. It made me feel a little better. "Want one?" I asked her, offering the pack.

"No, thanks," she smiled, swirling her hand over my abs.

I reached down next to the bed and grabbed my Ketel, taking a big slug. "Well, thanks for coming out tonight, Red. Don't bother Embry on your way out." It was a dismissal, and Red knew it. She got up and grabbed her clothes, then turned to me at the last minute.

"Can I get an autograph?" she asked.

I smiled. "Bring your tits over here, baby, I'd be happy to sign 'em," I said. She wiggled over and pushed her boobs right in my face, shoving a Sharpie at me. I scrawled 'Jake Black' illegibly across her chest and handed the pen back.

"I love you Jacob Black," she whispered. "Think you could at least walk me out?"

Ugh. I hated when they pulled this shit, mostly because I couldn't really resist it. They'd look at me with those puppy dog eyes and plead with me, and I'd invariably give in like the sucker for a pretty face I am. I dragged myself up and slid the jeans back on, holding my smoke between my lips while I did. I cocked an eyebrow at her. "You need me to call you a car?" I asked, squinting through the smoke.

"Nah, I got a car. Just get me out the door," she smiled.

"Okay," I agreed. Without bothering with a shirt or boots, I pulled her through the motor home and down the little stairs. We went out into the night, and she turned to me for a last sloppy kiss.

I put one hand on her ass and jammed my tongue into her mouth while she went right for the crotch again. I had to laugh. I pulled away, taking another long toke of the cigarette and grinning down at her. "You're killin me, Red," I said.

And then I heard it.

The gasp. The tiny, dismayed, "Oh!" Both of which sounded familiar.

I looked up, only to see Bella standing about twenty feet away, stopped in shock and staring at us. "Jake?" Bella said softly. She sounded upset. Really upset.

But what did I care? It wasn't my problem. If she was so upset, she could go discuss it with Masen.

I was surprised, but I didn't show it. "You need something, honey?" I asked her snidely. Red glanced from Bella to me, trying to figure out what was going on. She'd never guess it. I didn't even know.

"Jake…" Bella began. "I thought…"

"Yeah?" I said, my voice rough. "What did you think?"

"Who's she?" asked Red.

"Nobody, Red. She's nobody," I told her. I kissed Red on the cheek and sent her on her way. "Thanks again, baby," she said as she tottered into the darkness.

"No - thank you," I answered as she disappeared around the corner. She giggled in response.

Bella still hadn't moved, so I looked over at her. "Can I help you with something?" I asked, my voice rude and condescending.

But she turned and walked away without another word.

Ah, shit.

I leaned back against the bus and finished my smoke, listening to Bella's sexy boots tapping further and further away from me. I wouldn't call out to her. I wouldn't chase her. I'm Jake fuckin Black. Girls chase me, not the other way around. She could let Edward chase her. He was the type of douchy wuss that would do it.

The night had turned still and chilly, though I wasn't feeling the cold as I stood there like a hood smoking my cigarette. But the stillness bothered me. Because I could still hear her little sobs, even if I couldn't see her anymore.

Great. This had turned into a nightmare. Now we were on bad terms, and I felt weird going back to the dressing room. And Jesus, I hadn't even thought about the torture of the bus ride tomorrow. Would she be with us? On our bus? Because we were looking at a 24 hour road trip tomorrow. I didn't know if I could handle it.

I flicked my butt out into the lot, turning around and climbing the steps to the bus. I passed Embry and his gote, who looked like they were just finishing up, and made my way back to the bedroom. I put on my shirt and vest, and pulled my boots on. Downing the rest of my drink in one gulp, I stomped back through the bus, taking a second to refill my cup with the fifth of Ketel I always kept in the bus freezer as I passed.

"You okay, Jake?" Embry mumbled as I walked by.

"Perfect," I said sarcastically. I nodded to his gote, who truthfully was incredibly beautiful for an old broad, and lurched down the steps and back toward the arena.

"Yo, Jake!" I heard from behind me. I turned to see Emmett jogging to catch up and I stopped and waited for him. Anything to postpone the inevitable.

He caught up after a second and clapped me on the shoulder. "Back to your old tricks, huh?" he asked with a grin.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked belligerently.

"Easy, man," Emmett answered calmly. "I only meant that you're doing gotes again. That's good. You're off the little virgin."

I shook my head, not saying a word. Let him think what he wanted.

"I told Rose it wouldn't last," he said, falling into step next to me. "She was convinced that the virgin would fall in love and let you be her first. I told her no way! 'Jake Black's not a one-woman man,' I said. Can't wait to trot out the ol' 'I told you so' line."

I stopped walking and just looked at him. "What?" he asked.

"You're something else, y'know that, McCarty?" I said.

"Hey, as a man, it's not very often I get to say that. I'm looking forward to it." He grinned at me and I couldn't help laughing back. You couldn't be depressed around Emmett. He just wouldn't allow it.

We continued toward the stage door, and I took a swig of the vodka I was carrying. "Shit," I said for no reason in particular.

"What's up with you, man?" Emmett asked.

"I don't wanna go to the dressing room," I confessed.

"Why not? Is the virgin in there?"

I lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Probably," I said. "Unless she's with Masen."

"Oh. So, before, when you were looking for her...? And you thought she was maybe with Edward. That turned out to be true, huh?"

"I dunno, Em," I said testily. I didn't really want to talk about it. How would I explain that I had sort of pinned my hopes on this girl that I'd only met two days ago? That finding her with Edward, as innocent as it may have been, bothered me way more than it should have? I couldn't explain it to myself, let alone try and map it out for Emmett, who couldn't follow the simplest of stories unless they involved sight lines, amp leads, and broken guitar strings.

"Was she with Masen?" he suddenly asked.

I looked at him for a second, weighing if I really wanted to discuss this with him. "Yeah," I finally said.

His eyes narrowed as he watched my face. "In what capacity?" he asked.

I didn't say anything. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and looked away, shaking my head. "Come on, Black. What happened?" Em prompted.

I shook my head again. "I went looking for her after we got rid of those groupies in the dressing room," I began. "And I had a weird feeling about the whole night. Bella wasn't anywhere that I could see, so I asked Leah, who told me Bella was with Masen."

I could see Emmett's brain ticking away behind his narrowed eyes. "The fuck?" he muttered. Louder, he said, "Where were they?"

"In one of the rooms by the promoter's office," I answered.

"By themselves?" he asked, and when I nodded, he said, "What were they doing?"

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you, Em," I said. "They were having tea."

He frowned, his eyebrows scrunching together. "I never heard of that. Was she tea-bagging him? Is that what you mean?"

I had to laugh out loud, even though it was incredibly crude. "It's not code, McCarty!" I said. "They were seriously having tea!"

He hesitated a second before his face cracked into a grin. "Tea? Like tea tea?!"

"Tea," I confirmed. Emmett's big loud laugh boomed through the night.

"Well, he's British, I guess that's their thing," he said, still laughing. After a few minutes of chuckling, he recovered. "So you got pissed I'm assuming."

"Fuck yeah I got pissed! I mean, she was there because she lost a bet with that prick, but when he told her the reason he made the bet, she decided she thought it was 'sweet'." I made air quotes.

"I don't even wanna know about the bet," Emmett said dismissively. "But it figures she'd think he was sweet. Goddamn Brit and his accent. Chicks love that shit."

"Swear to God, Em, I could've knocked his fuckin head off," I said. "If Bells wasn't standing right there, I would have."

Emmett didn't say anything. He just shoved his hands in his pockets and shuffled along beside me. When we got to the door of the arena, he stopped on the steps. "You're not back to your old tricks, are you? You want that little virgin," he said.

I huffed out a laugh and slurped up another swallow of vodka. I let it trickle down my throat, warming me all the way. Squinting into the distance, I nodded.

"Yep. I do," I said, and I opened the door and went in.