Chapter Eleven
-Jake-
I lay with my head in Vasha's lap. She leaned over, kissing me softly and rubbing my chest. I'd never known a feeling this good. Her soft hands grazed my taught nipple and a jolt of electric desire shot into my member. I wondered if she could see it straining against my jean shorts.
My body tensed as I smelled him approaching.
"Jacob." Edward said quietly from ten feet away. His voice was inaudible over the wind, but not to me.
"Can't a guy get some sleep?" I asked irritated.
"Jacob, I could hear your thoughts across the clearing. You weren't thinking of sleep at all." Edward replied, knowingly. I was pissed, now. I looked at V and judging from her expression, I decided I should defuse the situation before she does. I sprang out of the tent.
"Yes, Mr. Edward, sir." I said mockingly. My sarcasm disappeared when I saw the look on his face. He looked tortured. "What's wrong?" I asked, genuinely concerned.
"Can't you hear her?" He replied softly. He was looking worse by the second. Vasha was out now. She looked at both of us, then walked across the clearing and peaked into Bella's tent.
"My God, Jake, she's dying in there." Vasha exclaimed. Since when did she care?
"Do you realize what he's asking me to do?" I asked her pointedly. Edward just stood there. He didn't seem to even have the energy to talk anymore. Vasha looked at Edward.
"When does it ever stop, Edward?" She whispered.
"Can't you heat the air? Can't you do something? Please! Anything." Edward pleaded.
"It doesn't work like that." V replied, shaking her head. "I have to be the one that's uncomfortable. The elements will only alter for my benefit. And if I command warm winds to come, it will mix with cold winds, and the storm would be worse! A tornado, probably!"
Edward was on the edge. I hated the guy, but I pitied him at that moment. And Bella was my friend. I looked at V. She stared back at me.
"I guess she'll need her toes someday." V said harshly. There was no time to waste. I jumped in Bella's tent and got under the blankets with her, pulling her close to me. Immediately, her breathing eased.
Vasha and Edward squeezed into what space was left and stared each other down.
"I'm really sorry." Bella whispered.
"Don't be, love" Edward replied. Vasha snorted, derisively.
"Jacob doesn't want to be here." Edward said quietly, looking at V. "I can hear it in his head."
She got up and made to leave the tent, then looked back at Edward.
"Since when did anyone care what Jake wants?" She replied, as she stormed out.
