Note & Warning: If you like filthy mouthed, under sexed, drunk werewolves. This is for you. So, Hi! Hope everyone (those who celebrate it!) had a wonderful Christmas. Mine was great. Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out. I just…well, I wrote it twice. I'm still not happy with it, but I really don't want to rewrite it again. So, yeah. This is what you get. It's kinda crappy, but this is a very key part in their relationship. *evil laugh* We'll see what happens fro here. New song added to the soundtrack: Nickelback "Burn It To the Ground". playlist(DOT)com/playlist/18784013067 (remove (DOT). Replace with actual dot.) This song, well, it's only really for this chapter, I suppose. It's my…inspiration. =) Lyrics are from "Burn It to the Ground"… there are two versus' because I couldn't choose just one! Hope you guys don't ubber hate me. This is where things start to get … fun.
"Well, it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight
I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh, that shit makes me bat shit crazy
We've got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out
We're screaming like demons, swinging from the ceiling
I got a fist full of fifties, tequila just hit me
Oh, we got no class, no taste, no shirt, and shit faced
We got it lined up, shot down, firing back straight crown"
Jacob
"Explain what, Jacob," Bella seemed surprised. She glanced around the room, and my eyes followed.
The first thing that was oddly apparent was that everything was clean. I could only imagine her frantically cleaning as tears trickled down her reddened cheeks not too long after I ran out of the house like some kind of pussy. My heart ached with regret.
Maybe that's what she felt.
Second thing I noticed was the line of bottles on the counter. Jack, Jim, and Jose were all present. Next to the bottles of liquor was my ice filled sink that now housed bottles of what looked like Bud Light. Great. My sink was now a cooler.
I was confused by all of this. I had run out of my house like a mad man after a fight with Bella that seemed to develop over nothing. While at Sam's, Emily had eerily and wickedly laughed at me as I headed out. My pack was at my house with my…with Bella. There was plenty of alcohol and loud music.
So, I leave and get a party thrown in my favor. What the hell?
As if I wasn't confused enough, Bella stood up and headed my direction. Her hips swayed evilly in her tiny and ripped jean skirt – that barely covered her ass cheeks. She'd obviously done herself up pretty well. Her hair was curled in loose curls. She had just a hint of make up on. I bit the inside of my jaw. She was entirely too sexy. Her high heeled shoes clanked as she came closer to me. I swallowed a gulp of air and exhaled.
"Something wrong," she whispered placing her hand on my cheek. She didn't have to reach so far this time due to high shoes she was wearing. I cleared my throat.
"I don't understand what's going on," I pulled her hand from my face and looked at my pack. They were seated neatly at the table – each with a shot glass and a quarter.
Quarter Bounce? Really.
"Maybe we should talk about this outside," she whispered.
Like it mattered. They would hear us either way, but I'm sure it made her feel just a little more comfortable. So, I ducked out of the door first holding it open. As she stepped out of the door, the wind picked up. Her oversized sequined black shirt clung to her frame. It hung tauntingly low off of one shoulder. The top of her breast was almost entirely exposed. Her nipples, now at full attention, peeked through the almost sheer fabric. Goose bumps rose over her shoulder.
"Cold," I choked out letting the door slam behind me.
"No. Just the wind," she smiled quaintly at me.
She took a seat on the porch swing. I inhaled sharply as she swung her leg across the other exposing her uncovered mound. She was seriously trying to fucking kill me. I glanced up at her face. Bella raised her eyebrow at me and then smirked evilly. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat.
"Listen," she broke the ice. I noticed her voice was a little rougher than usual. "I know."
"You know what?" I stuffed my hands in my jeans.
"Jacob," her eyes stabbed at mine with anger, hurt, and…relief? "I know."
I froze. My body wouldn't move. No matter how much I wanted it to. It wouldn't. I cringed at her words. She knew, and I hadn't been the one to tell her. I was in a whole shit load of trouble. But…it didn't make sense. If she knew, then why did I come home to a party?
"Bells," I whispered finally willing myself to move enough to stand in front of her. Only, she refused to look at me. Her gaze shifted to the garage, the grass, her truck, and my Rabbit. "Look at me, please?"
"Just…look. I want you to have fun. Okay? Don't just sit around and pretend like you're someone else around me. This is who you are now, right," she asked pointedly. Over the years, Bella had become better at hiding things from people – that was apparent in this conversation. She was hiding her feelings. Normally, I could read her like a book, but she was avoiding me. Bella's body tensed as I sat next to her on the swing. She tore her gaze from passed me to the floor of the rustic porch in front of us.
"I…I don't know what you know, Bella. So, I'm not going to answer that. How do you think I am," my voice came out softer than I'd expected.
A part of me was angry at whoever told her about me, but a part of me was relieved. Whoever did it knew that I wouldn't ever be able to come clean, and that might…well, it might have ruined everything.
"Jake, let's just have fun. If this is what you like to do, then great. Just don't pretend to be something you're not. I'm not ok with that. I love you because of who you are, not because of who you've become. We can talk about this some other time, but right now, all I really want to do is get completely shit faced. Alright?" Bella's voice came out with determination and confidence. It was a side of her that I had never seen before.
"I don't think that's a good…" I started to say.
"Don't tell me what's a good idea and what's not. I'm an adult. I've drank plenty of times. I've dealt with more than you could imagine. I'm not the same either, Jacob," Bella said nicely and calmly. Her voice quivered only slightly.
I knew there was apprehension about tonight, but I didn't want to, well, hurt her any more than I had today. I wasn't sure what she knew or who had told her, but I was going to give her exactly what she wanted tonight. We both had been under an immense amount of pressure. Relaxation was a must.
"Bells," I grabbed her chin with two fingers and pulled her face up to mine. "Look at me." I waited until she obeyed. "There's nothing more I want to do right now than to go in there and drink the entire bottle of Jose with you."
Her eyes lit up with a smile, but her lips didn't budge. She was unsure, and that was understandable. "Alright, then what are we waiting for," the smile finally spread to her lips. My heart swelled a little. I was entirely too happy that she'd just accepted my offer. But… a part of me hurt to know that she was only doing this for my benefit.
She pulled her head from my hand and patted my knee. "C'mon. We'll talk later!"
With that, she grabbed my hand and yanked me into my house, passed my pack, and to the counter. Bella opened the cabinet door above her head and reached as high as she could for the shot glasses on the top shelf. Even with those hills – that made her ass stick just a little further out – she wasn't tall enough. I stepped behind her, reached over her head, and grabbed two of them. Bella teasingly perched her ass out further and slid it against the front of my jeans. My dick went from 6 to 12 in 2 seconds. I pressed against her while sitting the glasses on the counter.
Through the corner of my eye, I noticed the pack smirking and waiting patiently – completely and utterly not like themselves. I cleared my throat and they all started to talk.
"Turn some music on, you dumbfuck," Paul yelled.
"Fuck yeah," Jared howled. "Bitches have arrived."
My door slammed shut. I shuddered. Girls. If this was some sort of test, then I was going to fucking fail it miserably. Bella turned to face me. Her eyebrows arched at the look on my face. She glanced around my shoulder and mouthed an 'oh'. Her eyes dropped and she handed me my shot.
"Here, do this with me and then you can go have some fun," she plastered a fake smile on her face.
"Bells," I asked unsure of what this situation would entail.
"Jake," she said sternly and cold faced. I knew she was only trying to be strong. I knew one thing, I couldn't do this to her.
"You, me, Jose, and the pack have a date," I cheeked a smile.
And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hide the excitement any longer. She clanked her glass with mine and downed the shot like a pro. I eyeballed her and snaked my arm around her waist. After tossing back my shot, I slammed the glass to the counter and planted my lips on the girl I loved so much.
"Let's get fucked up," I mumbled into her kiss.
"Or just fucked," she whispered kicking a leg around my hip.
"That'll be later," I growled nipping at her bottom lip, before tearing myself unwillingly from her and guiding her to the table with my pack.
"Alright, guys, prepare to get your asses kicked. Meet the champ of PennState Quarter Bounce," Bella taunted taking her seat.
I took my seat next to her. "Penn State," I asked. Bella smiled toothily at me and nodded taking her quarter and expertly bouncing it into her glass.
"They have no idea what they're in for," she whispered and pointed to Embry. "You are the first. Drink up."
"Ahhh, fuck," Embry poured himself a shot and swallowed it quickly. He wasn't exactly the best drinker out of us, so I was sure I would have to lock him in the laundry room later. "Take it easy on me Bella. I'm a light weight!"
"Light weight doesn't even begin to explain it," I retorted his comment.
"Watch yourself," Paul eyed me, then Bella. Bella glanced up at him and glared.
"Maybe you should," she bounced the quarter again – of course, sinking it. "Drink up."
"My pleasure," Paul snidely remarked following the rules of the game and taking a shot. His face puckered and he coughed as the shot eased into his throat. "Man, I hate this shit."
"Feather weight," I coughed. Embry, Jared, and Quil laughed a throaty laugh and intently watched Bella sink the next quarter again.
"Ok. Mr. Black, since you're such an expert at this, how about you take two shots," Bella evilly smirked.
"Two," I questioned. "For what?"
Now, I may be in a tough situation with my ex-girlfriend, my pack, and the sluts running around my house, but I was still a game player. I played fair. And of course, being Alpha, I was very competitive.
"One, because I sank the shot. The second is for being a smart ass," she pressed her lips together.
"Fuck no. I'll do the first one," I argued.
She leaned tauntingly close to me and whispered in a breathy seductive voice, "Fine. You don't have to, but the more you refuse the less you get."
So, needless to say, I drank two.
"Whipped," Embry spoke barely above a whisper.
"Pussy," Jared cackled.
Bella held back her laughter, but kept her streak up. All of us had done at least 3 shots before she'd even missed. The next in line to bounce quarters was me. I hadn't played this too often, but I knew what I was doing. I had oddly good aim being a werewolf and all. I wasn't sure that Bella quite understood what all she had in store for her while playing quarter bounce with 5 werewolves. Of course, since she'd claimed she was PennState's Quarter Bounce Champion, we'd all chosen her to take the shot.
"Alright," her words almost slurred. "Next round, no names."
"No names," Quil's words were slow and hard to understand. He was gone.
"So what do we call each other," Embry wasn't paying attention to the game anymore. The girl behind me had taken her top off about 3 shots ago. He looked like he was about to go plant his face between the double D's and motorboat them. It wouldn't be the first time.
Jared ignored him and bounced another quarter in. "Fuck face, take a shot."
"Who's fuck face," Bella slurred.
"Your bitch cake next to you," Jared shot his words toward me.
"Fuck you, Jared," I slammed out. I was feeling good. Buzzed, I was. Drunk – absolutely not.
"Two shots, Jake!" Bella squealed with a laugh.
"Fuck," I murmured drinking the first of my two shots.
"Shot Bella," Embry called. I laughed. "Fuck," he caught himself and took a shot.
"Next person who uses a name has to take their shirt off," Paul stated with a glazed look in his eye. His face held a goofy smile. And he eyed Bella. The only one of them that had a shirt on was me. He was trying to play his cards right. Bella was fairly tipsy and he knew she would cross the edge any moment.
Bella laughed and watched intently as Jared bounced his quarter again. It, of course, went straight in. He threw up his hands victoriously. "Fuckers, drink up titties!"
"Fuck you, cock bite," Bella's potty mouth was a little attractive. I must admit. It could have just been the alcohol though. She poured her shot. "I need salt. Someone give me salt. This Jose is going to give me fucking heartburn if I don't start using some salt." Quil stood slowly. He rocked back and forth and swayed his way to the counter. His face turned an odd shade of pea green. He stumbled twice. And before he lost his balance completely, he tossed the salt to Bella and made his way to the bathroom. She glanced at me and licked around the rim of her glass. I shifted in my seat. She flicked her tongue at the edge and then turned her attention back to the glass. My dick went to full attention. She smirked and took her shot with salt. It was my turn now.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my knee. I glanced at her through the corner of my eye. What was she up to anyway? My hand shook slightly. I steadied my hand and tried to aim the quarter. I lifted my hand and just as I released the quarter, Bella's hand grabbed at me through my jeans.
"Bella," I hissed missing the glass.
"Hah!" She laughed proudly. "Take your shirt off!"
Fuck. I laughed at her excitement and followed the rules. I stood and removed the t-shirt I had on. I paid close attention to the expression on Bella's face. She bit her lip and uncrossed her legs, then crossed them again. The scent of her arousal seeped up to my nose.
After the next 5 rounds, Bella gave up whispering something about never being able to win against a bunch of werewolves. She walked to the living room and turned on some music. Jared howled in the air as the music came on. He chased into the next room after a girl who wasn't wearing pants. He smacked her ass and raised his eyebrows at all of us.
"Who's gonna get some tonight?" Jared threw his hand in the air.
We all whooped out our call and laughed. It was something we did at every party when one of us was about to get an easy piece of ass. He picked the girl up and tossed her over his shoulder. She laughed loudly with every bounce.
"You guys are fucking awesome," Bella swayed her hips to the music for a minute, before slowly walking over to me.
Embry stumbled out of his chair and stammered his way over to Bella. "I fucking love you, Bella. You are…" he stopped short. He pressed his finger to his mouth – lost in thought. "Awesome," he finished with a slur and threw his arms around Bella's neck.
I laughed a chesty laugh. He was right. Bella was "awesome". I had to give him that. I stood up to get another bottle, since we'd finished off the bottle of Jose during quarter bounce. "And you, Jake," Embry's words came out slurred together. "You better not fuck her…up. I mean. Don't fuck this up. You can fuck her if you want. I don't mind. Just don't fuck it up. It. Yeah," he breathed out heavily and waved his hand. "Never mind."
I wasn't too sure Embry would be making it much longer, but he latched on to some random brunette and went outside.
"You have a pretty ass," he slurred.
Bella coughed out a laugh. "He really has no game."
"None at all," I grabbed the bottle of Jim Beam. "I think it works for him. Want some?"
"Oh, that shit…no way. It makes me bat shit crazy," she waved off my offer with a scrunched nose.
I stuck out my bottom lip. "Please. I promise, I won't let you get too bat shit crazy."
"Jake," she whined.
"C'mon. We've never done this together. Just one shot. I won't ask again," I tried persuading her – giving her my best puppy face.
"Shit, alright. Just…if I start taking my clothes off…lock me somewhere," she blushed slightly. "And don't say I didn't warn you."
"Oh trust me, if you take your clothes off, then I'll definitely lock you somewhere," I poured two shots and handed her one. "Salt?"
"No," she said. She hesitated.
And suddenly, Jose hit me. I felt fucking amazing. A shit eating grin spread across my face. I felt myself wobble and steadied myself leaning against the counter. The tension, the drama, was all gone. My head felt light. My body felt invincible. I glanced at Bella. Her expression changed and a smile spread across her face too. She leaned against the counter and crossed her ankles.
"You're drunk," she hummed.
"Hmm…maybe," I slurred. My hand slithered around her waist and I drank my shot. My mouth went numb.
Yeah. I was drunk.
Bella eyed me, and put her shot to her lips. "I've never seen you drunk before."
I smiled. I wasn't much different. Just a little more ballsy. My hand slid down the front of her skirt. She inhaled and slowly started to drink her Jim Beam shot. I slid a finger between her legs. Just as quickly as I had slid my finger between her legs, I slid it back out. She moaned into her shot and slammed it on the table.
"I see how you get yourself in so much trouble with drinking," Bella laughed. "Alcohol does something to you."
"You have no idea," I leaned into her hair and sniffed it.
Why was I always sniffing her?
I kissed her neck and trailed my tongue up to her earlobe. "You know, we haven't fucked since you've been back." Like I said, a little more ballsy.
"Yeah," Bella slurred. "I know."
Maybe it was the fact that I was pretty drunk, or maybe it was the fact that Bella could be an expert poker player with a stern face like that, but I couldn't read a thing into what she was thinking. All I knew was that I was entirely too horny and she was the love of my life. I couldn't wipe the shit eating grin from my face.
"Why not," I wondered.
"I…I don't know," her breathe caught.
"Let's…" I offered, but heard a howl and a crash. It was so loud that it tore my attention from Bella. I glanced over my shoulder to the living room. Embry was hanging from the ceiling. Literally hanging from the ceiling. His ankles anchored on one of the exposed beams, and he swayed back and forth howling. Bella burst into laughter ruining whatever chance I had to actually fuck her. Fuck it, I had more liquor.
"He's fucking nuts," I stated taking another shot.
The party kept going for what seemed like the whole night. Slowly people started to leave around 2 am. Of course, my pack and their guests weren't going anywhere. They'd hold up house here until tomorrow sometime when Sam would call, then we'd all head over there for some sort of lame fun.
Bella and I drank just about everything in sight. Hammered, drunk, wasted..yeah, those didn't even begin to explain the drunken mess we'd gotten ourselves into. Luckily, we made it into my bedroom before Bella's clothes started to come off. She'd warned me, so when I noticed her tugging at the shirt she had on. I kept an eye on her. Even in my drunken mess, I was still looking out for my best girl. But, when she started to unbutton her skirt, I tossed her over my shoulder and fled to my room. She giggled the entire way.
I sat her down on her feet and shut the door.
"Lock it," she demanded. I did. "Sit!" She motioned to the oversized beanbag chair in the corner of my room. So, I headed over to the chair and sat down. Her eyebrows creased as she looked around my room. Her eyes evilly caught the radio and she pranced over to it. She blared it as loudly as she could.
The music dulled down the chaos on the other side of the door. Someone knocked but I ignored it. I heard rumbling and breaking in the next room. Whatever it was, Paul could handle it. He was third in charge after all. I had more important things to be doing right now. I bit my lip when Bella turned around and swayed her hips to the music.
She strutted herself over to me stopping to sway her hips and grind the air in the middle of the room. Her hands fisted two handfuls of her hair as she tossed her head back and slid her fingers down her neck and over her tits. I moaned and waved her over to me. In a few long steps, Bella was standing directly in front of me. She swayed to the music and ran her hands over her body.
"Are you trying to seduce me," I cocked my eyebrow at her and watched her bend at the waist. Her ass cheeks begged me to set them free. I reached my hand up and grabbed her ass tightly. I playfully smacked it. Surprisingly enough, she moaned my name.
"Is it working," she whispered removing my hand from her ass and kneeling in front of me. Bella leaned forward and licked my bottom lip playfully.
Yeah. It was working.
"Maybe," I teased. "I'm not sure though. Maybe you should strip."
"Strip," she seemed surprised. Her cheeks flushed.
"Yeah, strip."
"Okay," she mumbled turning away from me.
I focused my attention on her ass and watched as she slithered out of her clothes – leaving only her heels on. She tossed each piece of clothing at me, and when she was finally rid of the annoying clothes, she turned to me.
"God, you are fucking amazing," I groaned watching her as she licked her finger and trailed it over her chest, down her stomach, and between her legs. A gasp escaped her lips. Her finger began to move faster and her head fell back. My eyes dropped to where the action was taking place. She was so sexy rubbing herself for me, but I noticed the lack of scent in the air. I couldn't smell her arousal. But she was moaning, and bucking her hips. Maybe I was just too drunk to smell her.
"Fuck, Jake," she breathed out. I stood at the moan of my name and unbuttoned my jeans on my way to her. They fell around my knees. Stepping out of my jeans, I pushed my underwear to the floor and grabbed her wrists. I pushed them both behind her back and held them there with one of my hands. "What do you want to do with me Jake?"
"God," I mumbled forcefully kissing her. I bit at her lip and squeezed my fingers around her wrists.
"Bend over," I demanded. She twirled around in front of me and planted her hands on my bed. Her ass stuck high in the air. She bounced it and swayed it to the music. I cupped her ass cheek in my hand and then gave it a tight smack leaving a red mark. Bella groaned bucking her hips toward my cock.
"Is that what you want," my hand ran up her back and grabbed a handful of her hair.
"Oh, god, yes," Bella whimpered. "Fuck me, Jacob."
"Are you wet for me," I slurred my words even more. The liquor was starting to take me over.
"Mmmhmm," she wimpered. I couldn't smell her arousal, but I didn't care. I rammed myself deep inside of her – noticing immediately how dry she was. She screamed an echoing scream that bounced off of the walls. "Fuck me, Jacob." She coaxed me. "Don't. Stop."
I slid out of her and spit in my hand. I stroked my cock for a few minutes and then rammed deep inside of her. It wasn't too long after that, I blacked out. I couldn't remember a thing but Bella's screams. I came to when Bella begged me to cum inside of her. I felt her slick walls clench at me, and I couldn't hold back. I thrusted into her forcefully over and over. My hand yanked at the hair on the back of her head, and the other smacked her ass as hard as she could stand it.
"C'mon, Jacob. Do it," she growled shoving hard against me. "Just fucking cum already." Her eyes were glazed over. Her body covered in sweat. She bit her lip and pressed her back against my chest. The new sensation sent me in a downward spiral. Not too much later, I came deep inside of her cussing and growling the entire time.
We collapsed in the bed in the same position as we were standing in.
"You are amazing," my words became a haze and I no longer knew what I was saying. "You should marry me. Fuck it all. Just marry me."
"Jacob," Bella's voice came out rough. But, it was the last thing I remember until the next morning, when, apparently, all hell had broken loose.
