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Warning: contains strong language and sexual content
"Mary, mother of—" Charlie's surprised voice said as he took in the disturbing scene in front of him. Jacob and Bella were tangled in the sheets; his massive frame completely covered Bella, but his stark-naked-as-the-day-he-was-born ass was sticking out for Charlie to see. "Christ..." he grumbled, his heavy footsteps clunking down the stairs followed by a long, low string of mumbled curses.
Jake hadn't heard him open the door, his exasperated curses, or his heavy footsteps retreating and then coming back up the squeaky stairs.
But he did hear him cock and load the shotgun.
Jake leaped out of the covers, knocking Bella off the doll-sized bed, and she went tumbling in a mess of tangled, dirty sheets onto the hardwood floor.
"What the—" Bella started to question; her eyes widened as she took in Charlie's angry stance, his furrowed brow, red cheeks, and the loaded shotgun in his hands.
And then she saw Jake.
Naked.
God, he's some kind of beautiful.
Jacob held up his hands in surrender, not daring to move, but his eyes searched frantically for his boxers. He had been wearing them, right?
"Christ, son, put on some fucking clothes!" Charlie bellowed, lowering the gun and turning around.
Bella's mouth popped open at the sound of Charlie cussing.
"You have exactly three seconds, son, to get your clothes on and get out of my daughters room before I start firing," he warned, and Jake scrambled for his clothes with his heart racing. If he wasn't so worried about revealing his secret, he'd just jump out the window and phase.
"Dad!" Bella screeched as Charlie started to count down from three.
"Three..." Her plea fell on deaf ears.
Jake found his shorts and stuck one leg in before hopping around and crashing into Bella's dresser, trying to get the other leg in.
"Two..."
"Dad, stop!" Bella screamed, tears filling her eyes.
Jake deftly buttoned the shorts and kissed Bella on the cheek before sticking one foot out the window. His eyes looked at Bella one more time. Fuck, she looks so goddamn sexy righ—
"One!" Charlie yelled, turning around just as Jake fell from his perch on the window's ledge, calling out to Bella.
"I love you, Bells!"
Charlie stalked across the room to the window to see Jake disappearing down the street. Then he turned his angry gaze on Bella, who was wrapped up in a purple sheet, her brown hair messy and strewn across her tear-streaked face.
"Bella. Still my house. I don't want that boy staying over," he said, his voice softer now but still serious.
"Jesus, Dad! Did you have to point a loaded shotgun at him?" She rolled her eyes, still trying to catch her breath from the insanity.
"Yup." He shrugged his shoulders and started towards the door to leave the room. He reached the doorway and turned back, adding, "Gotta keep him honest."
Bella snorted.
She escaped to the shower, desperately needing to clean herself but not wanting to wash Jacob's scent away. She stood in the shower, letting the hot, steamy water relax her muscles, a delicious satisfying ache still present between her thighs. She felt really dumb, and paranoid, and like a total train wreck after Jake had told her it was his sister. Maybe if she just would've refrained from having a nuclear meltdown for five seconds, she would have figured that out.
But then again, what a way to make up! She could still hear his deep, husky voice sending shock waves of heat to the center of her thighs. She remembered how good his lips and tongue felt on her sensitive folds, the weight of his body on hers as he thrust his massive cock inside her so deep she literally saw stars.
Before she knew it, she had started rubbing herself with the rough texture of her loofah. She let go of it and brought her wet fingers up to spread her pussy lips apart, twisting her fingers up and down her wetness, circling the little bundle of nerves, and then slipping one digit inside as she moaned Jake's name.
It wasn't hard to conjure up his voice, imagine what dirty, erotic things he would say. Truthfully, he could say anything as long as it was in that deep, raspy baritone she loved. It especially sounded sexy and made her body sing when he whispered in his native language.
In just a few minutes, she was throwing her head back and soaking her fingers with her juices. She braced herself with her other arm against the cool tile of the shower as the now icy water cascaded down her back.
It took her several minutes to regain her breathing, but when she did, she suddenly realized something. When she had tried to get information out of Jake the other day, she had gone about it all wrong. She had to come up with a better plan. And she knew just where to start.
It was August, and she still didn't know what the hell Jake was up to. She had been delaying putting her plan in action because she was slightly embarrassed, but no more. This whole thing was driving her fucking mad.
That's why she was standing on the front steps of a small, brown house, barely breathing, her heart thrumming erratically, with her hand poised to knock on Leah Clearwater's door.
She knocked.
"Hey, Bella!" Rachel answered the door. Oh great, that's exactly what Bella wanted, to discuss her sex life with Jake in front of his sister. Rachel opened the door for her to come in, and they walked into the comfy living room full of blue and green furnishings. And sitting there next to Leah on the blue and white flowered sofa was Rebecca, Jake's other sister. Great.
She settled in, and after an hour or so, Rachel and Rebecca left. Leah turned to Bella with a curious expression on her face.
"What is it you want to ask me?" Leah smirked.
"What—I mean, how'd you know that I wanted to ask you something?" Bella sputtered.
Leah snorted. "Because you're the easiest person to read, Miss Bella. You have no poker face," she explained, chuckling.
"Well, okay. Here's the thing..." She went on to tell her about wanting to extract information from him and how she had tried to do it but failed.
Leah laughed. "Honey, you can't let him get you all into it; you have to pull away before he can come!"
Bella left Leah's house a few hours later with an arsenal of tricks. She was nervous about putting her plan into action, but also a little excited.
That night, she snuck out after Charlie had gone to sleep. He was such a heavy sleeper; his snore only faltered for a moment when she accidentally stepped on the squeaky step. She drove the short distance down to the Rez, to that little, red house. She knew both Billy and Jacob slept like the dead, so she could have just walked in the door, but Rachel and Rebecca were here too, so she had to climb into Jake's window.
She crashed into the room in spectacular Bella fashion, cursing in a whisper when she hit her knee on his bed. But he still didn't wake up.
So she took out the pink, furry handcuffs Leah had given her and crept silently and stealthily across the floor to the head of his bed. Her heart was thundering away in her chest as she took in his state of undress. At least that would make this whole thing easier.
One arm was already thrown above his head, so she locked the handcuffs around that wrist and attached it to the skinny bedpost. She then lifted his other arm and did the same thing to other side. He only had a thin, black cotton sheet covering his naked form, so she yanked that back and slowly climbed on top of him.
She placed small, wet kisses up his sculpted torso, chanting to herself to not get too turned on or let him have control. He twitched in his sleep, mumbling her name. She smiled. He was dreaming about her. She smoothed her tiny, cool hands up his abs and over his chest before sliding her scantily clad body up his. Her fingers dug into his shoulders; her lips hovered above his ear.
"Jake..." she purred while grinding herself against his massive hard on.
Nothing; still sleeping.
She raised her voice.
"Oh, Jake..." she moaned, her hips still moving in rhythmic waves across his length.
"Mmmm... Bella..." he mumbled with his eyes still closed. She continued her movements, increasing her speed, and he jerked his hands against his restraints. His eyes shot open, taking in the very sexy Bella grinding against him and the feel of the handcuffs locking his hands from grabbing her and pushing her onto his cock.
"Bella?" he questioned, his voice raising an octave.
"Yes, Jake?" she retorted, her voice confident and dripping with allure.
He tried to get a better look at her as she sat up. Her hair was curly and long down her back in messy ringlets—just the way he liked it. She was wearing a pink and black bra that should be illegal, and—oh holy fucking batman—pink and black, lacy, crotch-less panties, a garter belt, and fishnet stockings.
"Bella..." his voice dropped to its husky timber as she rubbed her wetness against him again. His hands jerked again, and his eyes left her body to see the fuzzy, pink handcuffs that held him to the bed. "Baby, please... don't tease me... let me go, so I can touch you... I-I need—" he swallowed hard, "—to touch you."
She smiled wickedly, and he realized then she was an evil, sexy seductress tonight. She lowered her lips to his, barely touching then licking her soft, pink tongue across his bottom one. He tried to capture her lips, but she pulled away and smirked even wider.
"Now, Jake. I'll let you go if you do something for me," she stated. Her voice was so low and husky he thought he might explode.
"Yes, baby. Anything," he breathed; his voice was strained and choked. She shimmied her way down his body, making sure his throbbing dick was always touching some part of her skin, until she was nestled right between his legs with her hands wrapped around his length.
He groaned as a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead. He balled his hands in tight fists, nearly snapping the metal restraints, and let out a groan as he felt her soft, warm, wet mouth take in just the very tip and circle her tongue around it one time before pulling back.
"Fuck, awww, baby... Bella, please..." he mumbled, just barely holding onto his sanity.
She smiled wickedly. "Jake, what have you been doing? What's your big secret?" she asked; surely she would get her answer now.
He sobered immediately and locked eyes with her. What was she going to do? Torture him until he told her? He'd break out of these goddamn handcuffs before then.
"Bella," he grunted as he tried to release himself. "I want it to be a surprise when it's finished. Isn't it enough that you know it's for me and you and our future?"
She leaned down, taking in just a little bit more of his thick cock and twisting her hand up and down as she pumped him a few times. He was distracted and fell back against the pillows, groaning as she gave him a mind-blowing blowjob.
Just as he felt himself start to swell in that tight, pretty mouth of hers, she pulled away, completely removing her mouth from him and straddling his waist with her wet pussy rubbing against his stomach. His eyes shot open, and they were full of pain, suspiciously bright but dark with lust.
Oh, so she wants to play dirty, huh?
He yanked—hard—against the restraints; one of the bed posts flew off and landed on the floor with a resounding thud. He had one hand free, and her grabbed her hip and pushed her down as he thrust his hips upwards. In a matter of seconds, his other hand was free, and he grabbed her other hip, lifting her and then impaling her onto his massive member.
"Aww... fuck!" she moaned as he rocked his hips. Her hands braced herself above him, and her fingers dug into his chest. He hissed at the sensation and brought one hand down between them, thumbing her clit. She was trembling as pleasure burned through her veins, and everything that Leah said had been completely forgotten.
Before she knew what was happening, he flipped her around, her back landing softly onto the black sheets and her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His lips crashed onto hers, his tongue plunging in deeply. The handcuffs still dangled from his wrists. His lips left hers, trailing up to her ear and sucking once, gently, on that sweet spot as he felt her start to clench around him and become even wetter.
Christ, she feels so fucking good.
His warm breath tickled her ear as he leaned down to whisper, his thrusts still hard and deep.
"I always win, Bells." His voice was smug and husky, but she didn't care-all that alpha male dominance and testosterone was so fucking sexy, so intoxicating, so goddamn hard to resist. She gave in.
His lips returned to hers, and he hit that spot deep inside her pink pussy. The moment she felt him swell and let go inside her, she did too, and a soul shattering orgasm rocked her body.
She lay there trembling in his arms, as he wrapped himself around her, kissing her softly and tenderly on every inch of flawless skin he could find. After he regained his breath and settle back down into the soft mattress, she closed her eyes, and he pulled the sheets up to cover them.
Just before she fell asleep, he whispered softly in her ear, "I'll show you tomorrow, honey."
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