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JACOB:

I can feel her start to tip over the edge, so I take my fingers out of her and chuckle to myself as she regards me furiously. She'll thank me later, I think, as I pull my trunks down, releasing my erection. I am about to give her all the pleasure she craves, when my phone rings.

"Ignore it," I insist, as Bella crawls toward me, and I watch her mouth open. The phone rings again, and we ignore it for a second time, as I enjoy watching her kiss along my cock. She is just about to wrap her lips around me, when it rings for a third time. Something tells me I need to answer it. I shrug bashfully at her and answer my cell.

"What?"

"Jacob, it's me. I can't not tell you anymore." I recognize Embry's voice, but he doesn't let me interrupt. "I have to come clean. You should know that it wasn't the first time Emily has been in the shop. She came in a few nights ago and asked me to stash a tin of white paint. I had no idea what it was from, but the Police Chief was in the shop earlier, and he told me what had happened to Bella's shop. I'm so sorry, Jacob."

"Thanks," I say as I hang up, absolutely livid. I don't know what else to say, and I don't want to alert Bella to the problem.

"I'm really sorry, Bella, but I've got to go." I can't look at her in case I give anything away. I need to get this sorted out and now.

"What? Is everything okay?"

"Yes, but I've really got to go."

"But why?"

"I can't explain. It's family stuff." God, I feel like a shit for lying to her, but Emily could have been family at one point, I guess.

"Okay, if you've got to go…" She looks at me out of the corner of her eye and bites her lower lip.

"Bye…bye…bye." Every time I speak, I kiss her. I want her to remember how fun tonight was, and not this sour turn of events.

"Please stay, I'll make it worth your while." She bats her eyelids up at me, and I groan as I fall back into her lap. I inhale deeply, and her scent makes by cock harden painfully against the bed.

"You have no idea how much I want to stay." I lick at her and growl. She is so wet, so aroused. Goddamn Emily, and goddamn Embry's bad timing, but I need to sort this out. Now.

"Should I be worried?" Bella looks concerned, and I want to tell her straightaway, but I don't want to bring up Emily right now, if ever.

"No, baby, but I've really got to go."

I have to leave quickly, or I'm never going to make it out the front door. I make a solemn promise to myself to come back and get Bella off as many times as I can.

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I swing past the shop on my way back to La Push and pick up the tin of paint from the backroom. I had completely forgotten all about it since I saw Bella in here last, and I chide myself for my lack of judgment. She could have come back and seen it at anytime. Although I had cleaned most of the paint from Esme's shop window, there were still flakes of it left on the wooden frame. I pick the paint up, tie it to my bike, and angrily propel off to my village.

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I knock on Emily's parents front door. Stepping back, I look up at her bedroom and notice the light is on. There is no answer, so I knock again; I'm surprised when Sam answers the door. I haven't seen him for a few years, and it looks like life hasn't treated him too kindly. He has aged at least ten years. His laughter lines look more like deep-set wrinkles, and there is a lot more gray in his hair than a normal guy his age. Before I discovered the affair, I had always thought he had a thing for Leah, but she had only dated him once or twice before calling it quits. I have always found Sam to be a bit too quiet, a bit weak. I guess it's true what they say about watching the quiet ones.

"Jacob." He greets me formally, nodding curtly. He is on his guard.

I say nothing and walk past him into the house. Emily is sitting in the kitchen, and she looks up at me in surprise. I bring the paint from behind my back and slam it down on the table.

"What the fuck, Jake?" Sam storms into the room, not flinching when he sees the paint.

"Want to explain this?" Ignoring Sam, I glare accusingly at Emily. She lowers her frightened eyes to the floor.

"I didn't know you were involved with her until afterwards," she murmurs quietly, looking up past me, at Sam. I sense that he is shaking his head at her, warning her not to reveal too much.

"Why Esme? What's she done to you?" I yell furiously. I can't understand where this hatred of either of them has come from.

"Billy told us she was taking business away from Sue Clearwater's shop." Emily looks nervously at me.

"Billy Black? My dad?" I can't believe it. I knew he had his race issues and is very protective of the tribe, but I never would have guessed he condoned this kind of behavior.

"What's your problem, Jake? You forgotten where you come from now, you're working in Forks and fucking one of them." Sam is in my face, shouting.

"Don't talk about her," I warn him, my hands curling into fists.

"She's a fucking honkey," snaps Sam, and I fly at him, snarling. I grab Sam by his collar and throw him up against the wall.

"Fuck you, Uley," I growl as I have him pinned against the wall. I hold his neck in my hand like a vice. He splutters as I half-strangle him.

"Jake, you're hurting him!" cries Emily, but it falls on deaf ears. I am struggling to not kill him when my phone suddenly rings. I take it out and look at the caller ID. It's Bella. I swear under my breath and answer it immediately.

"Jacob?" I can hear the need in her voice. She must want me badly, and I briefly smile to myself. Did I leave her that sexually bereft?

"Can you come and get me? I really need to see you."

"Not right now, Bella." I tighten my grip around Sam's neck as Emily tugs on my arm.

"Oh, okay, no, it's fine. Speak to you later." She hangs up on me, and I turn my attention back to Sam. He manages to struggle and squirm free from my grip.

"Neither Bella or Esme deserve this," I tell him. "They know nothing about Sue's shop and have never trespassed onto Reservation land. I know you're both involved now, and if I ever hear of anything happening again, I will turn you over to the cops without a second thought."

I glare at them, hoping they register how serious I am and resisting the urge to fuck any more of their shit up. I leave thinking I have let them off lightly.

BELLA:

It's late, long past midnight, and I can't sleep. I have been lying in bed, thinking about this evening for nearly three hours, and it's driving me insane. I'm so glad I resisted Edward's charms, and absolutely gutted Jacob left when he did. I'm so emotionally tired, that even though I feel turned on just thinking about Jacob, I can't bring myself to do anything about it. My eyes are closed as I tell myself, for the third time, that if I don't fall asleep in the next five minutes, I am going to get up for good. I roll over to resettle myself in my favorite bed sleeping position when there is a loud knock on the front door.

I groan. I just can't face Edward again, and feel my blood pressure rising. I groggily flick on the light, as I stumble to the door. I pull a T-shirt over my head, so I am half decent, ready with some choice words for him. I open the door and see Jacob standing before me, his face downcast, and I can't help but burst into tears.

"Bella, baby, what is it?" He looks horrified, and before he can even walk over the threshold, I jump into his open arms. He grabs my ass as I wrap my legs around his hips and place my arms around his strong shoulders. He laughs softly, as he walks in with me attached to him, kicking the door closed behind him. I squeeze him as we pass the couch and head straight to my bedroom, and bury my face is in hair. He reverses and sits down on the bed, so I am in his lap, facing him. Finally letting go of my ass, his hands hold my face up to meets his.

"What's wrong?"

"I missed you. You didn't say you were coming back."

"I didn't know if I could, and I didn't want to get your hopes up." I smile weakly before burying my head in his chest. I feel relaxed, as his hands envelop me and crush me to him. "Is there something else?"

I nod my head carefully, and he lets me go. I wipe my face before I look at him.

"Please, don't be mad," I whisper. "Promise me, you won't be mad?"

He looks at me with alarm, "Okay, just tell me what happened."

"Edward showed up, uninvited." I feel Jacob's whole body stiffen underneath me. "I think he must have been watching us, because he showed up minutes after you left."

"And you let him in?"

"No, well, not at first. I turned him away, but he'd been in a fight. He collapsed on the lawn."

"Then what?" I can tell from the slight tremor in Jacob's voice that he is fighting to keep his anger down.

"You said you wouldn't be mad." I remind him. "He told me he loved me, and I asked him to leave."

"I'm going to KILL that cocksucker." Jacob's eyes are full of fury, staring out of the bedroom window onto the street, but when he looks at me the fire fades. "I'm not mad at you, baby."

I sigh from relief and cuddle further into his arms. We sit like that for a moment, just happy to be together again. He is rubbing my back soothingly, and as I run my hands lightly over his chest, something occurs to me. "We could always pick up from where we left off," I murmur, and twist a lock of his hair around my finger. I pull on his hair and bring his head down to my lips.

He kisses me softly in reply. "We could." He smiles cheekily, his dimples making me feel a little weak in the knees, and warm and wet somewhere else. I immediately stick my arms up in the air and he laughs, pulling the old t-shirt above my head. I sit on his lap facing him, wearing only my panties. His arms wrap around me tightly, and he submerges his face in my cleavage, licking and sucking my breasts and nipples with his magical tongue.

I want to respond and touch him, but for the moment I just sit there and enjoy him caressing me. I can feel his erection growing quickly underneath me, and I can't help but grind down into him. He gasps in pleasure before pushing his lips onto mine and finding my tongue with his. I rub myself harder and quicker against him. His hands reach down to my panties, and without meaning to, he rips them off in one motion. His warm hands hold onto my cool ass cheeks and I shiver.

I sigh as his warmth calms the goosebumps that have started to break out over my arms. Nothing seems to matter, or worry me, when I'm with Jacob. I may not have had the best start to life, but everything bad fades away when I am with him. I cheekily lift up the back of his tee shirt and press the cool soles of my feet onto his hot back. He jumps up, taking me with him, and laughing, throws me back onto the bed. Pretending to be mad, he aggressively pulls his shirt off and throws it onto me. It lands on my head, and I bring it down so it covers my eyes, and I peek out around the shirt. He continues his strip tease and pulls his pants off, nearly falling over. The pants also land on my head, and I throw both of his articles of clothing back at him. He then holds them in front of his boxers, before suggestively shimmying them off down to the floor, making me relax and laugh.

Both naked, we selfishly gaze at each other. I stare in wonderment at his beautiful body, taking it all in. His smooth muscular chest and arms and legs, those prominent veins running down to his hands that I find so alluring, and those fingers which I enjoy so much. My eyes finally fall on his face: his strong jaw line, his lips turned up in a beautiful smile. I could get lost in those dark eyes, but right now they were full of wicked promise. He sticks his tongue out at me, curling it up at one side, and I'm embarrassed, because he's not even touching me, but my body visibly shudders. He chuckles proudly and leans down toward me.

My head is still resting on the pillow as Jacob lifts my back off the bed. He holds onto me, leans down and laps quickly at my clitoris. I am helpless in this position. His hands grip me so tightly that I can't move. I watch Jacob unfurl a condom over his expanse. As soon as I start to cum, Jacob plunges into me, prolonging my orgasm as I shake in his arms. I should have seen this coming—he loves to make me climax multiple time.

"Wait, one moment," I beg, desperate to have a second to calm myself. Instead, he shakes his head and slowly goes to work, supporting my ass as he holds onto my hips and pushes all the way into me. We groan together as he fills me. I can feel him inside, as his large cock moves further into me. I try to grip my feet onto the bed to get some more support, and lock my elbows, propping myself up with my hands on my back.

He pushes and pulls in and out of me, and this new position makes me teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure. He watches as my breasts move up and down. I catch his eyes and he smiles, and I'm so turned on by watching him enjoy me, I start to climb again. But the physical feelings and emotions flooding through me are too much, and instead of climaxing I actually think I'm going to explode. I shake my head as he responds to my building moans and starts to fuck me harder.

"I can't, it's too much," I whisper, as I try to pull away from him, scared.

"You're not going anywhere until I have made you cum again, Bella" he growls, and steps up the pace as I feel a thousand sparks of lightning start to besiege my entire body. I shake my head once more, and hold my breath as I climb the highest I ever have. I lurch over the edge, before hurling myself into the darkness below. I glide for ten, twenty seconds, unaware of the blasphemous expletives I am shouting as I crash downwards. I take Jacob with me, as he thrusts one final time into me, and I clench around his cock and feel him detonate into me. His legs and arms shake, as he gently lowers me to the bed, and we lie there wrapped in each other's arms.

JACOB:

That was amazing. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I feel guilty, but I want to talk to Bella about condoms as some point. I hate wearing them, skin on skin just feels much more incredible. Reading my mind, Bella smiles at me and kisses my chest, before licking and sucking her way down my happy trail to my cock.

"Aren't you sore?" I ask her, worried.

"This is for you," she smiles as she takes her tongue and licks around my belly button. She looks into my eyes, as my cock twitches back to life underneath her. She faces my stomach, and her hair covers her as she nibbles down across both my thighs. I wait, filled with anticipation, as she slowly reaches my cock. But instead of touching it, she lightly breathes on it, before going back to kissing my stomach. There is a sinful glint in her eyes, as I try and move my cock to get her attention.

She must feel it tugging at her, as she looks at me and smiles, before wetting her lips with her tongue. I watch as her glistening lips widen but instead of enveloping me, she places little kisses down my shaft. She swirls her tongue quickly over the head before holding my cock at the base and dragging her tongue up the underside. This tantalizing teasing is beginning to make me rock hard, and my eyes plead with her as she again licks my throbbing erection.

I lie still, knowing that I am at her mercy as she stops touching me all together. I realize she is getting her back at me not giving her a moment's rest between orgasms. I smile at the recent memory and raise my eyebrows knowingly at her. She smiles back and opens her mouth as she takes my dick into her mouth, and I moan, feeling powerless under her control. She continues to suck and lick me. I don't know why, but I find it very hard to receive pleasure without giving. I tuck her hair behind her ears and she looks up at me, her mouth still attached to my cock, as she sucks me hard. She looks at me, puzzled, and I feel her release me from her mouth immediately. I lean down and swoop her up, grabbing her ankles as she shrieks and finds her mouth swiveling around. She is now facing my feet again, and soon my cock is buried in her mouth and I have full access to her beautiful, wet pussy.

I feel her hands gripping the bed sheet near my hips, as I bring her pussy to my mouth, squeezing her ass cheek before running my tongue along her lower lips. As I slide my tongue into her, she garbles a moan and stops sucking me, as she enjoys the sensation. I have been hard for so long that it doesn't take much of Bella's fantastic technique to make me on the verge of coming, but I want us to climax together, so I concentrate on her. Every time I suck on her pussy, whilst lapping at her clit at full tilt, she stops sucking me to enjoy the sensation. She then refocuses her attention on my dick, as I try hard not to thrust my hips upward, and on the third time, I feel her building once more. My chin rests on her hood as I twirl my tongue fast inside her, pushing her pussy down to my mouth and I can feel her start to twitch uncontrollably. She crushes herself into me, sucking and pumping hard on my cock as I roll my tongue around, and we both meet our climax at the same point. She shudders noisily in her orgasm, as I project hot, salty cum into her mouth, and she swallows it before licking me up and down, as we fall to pieces together.

BELLA:

We lie next to each other, both blissfully sated. I rest my head on his chest as he tucks his arm under my neck. I trace a soft pattern over his torso, tickling him as I go. He squirms underneath me, before it becomes too much, and he catches my hand with his spare one. His fingers caress mine, and I notice something alien on his dark fingers, contrasting with his tanned skin. I stop his hand and look down, chipping a bit off with my fingernail.

"Is this white paint?" I ask, and Jacob's face turns very pale, as he snatches his hand back.

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Will Jacob come clean and tell Bella who is responsible for the damage to Esme's shop?

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