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"Mmm," he moaned as my hand started to stroke over his fly. "I can't believe we're really here. That you get to be my number one, Bells."

My hand stilled. A little irk of irritation fought with the lustful desire... "Don't you mean one hundred and one?"

Chapter 13 – Page one.

He laughed at me.

I felt his head flick back, his chest pressed into my shoulder blades as he let out a long, cackling bellow.

Had he actually just laughed at me?

His hands still held me firmly around my stomach. "Sure, sure Bells. That's me… the playa of La Push."

I pulled out of his hold, stepping away as I tore at my bandage-blindfold, releasing it off my face. I let it hang in loose folds around my neck. I turned to face him, my hands back on my hips again. "It's not funny, Jake."

He smiled, shrugging and pressing his lips together to hold in his infuriatingly insensitive hilarity. "Sure it is." He steeped towards me, a single hand reaching out to mine.

I didn't want his heated touch messing with my mind. I'd gone almost fifteen minutes blindfolded and not being able to look at him. Just looking at him and his brilliant smile was distracting, he was as beautiful as ever— even when he was smirking like a jerk.

"It's not." I shook my head, stepping back in counter to his step forward. "You could be a little bit more sensitive about it, you know."

His smirk faded then, replaced with confusion. The jerk didn't even realize that it smarted to learn about his previous conquests. He didn't even get that telling a girl, you claimed to love, that there'd been hundreds before you was possibly something of a sensitive subject. His head cocked to the side as he steeped closer. "Sensitive about what?"

I shook my head, looking down to my boots and the pale sandstone stepping stones underfoot. He just didn't get it.

I turned around then, putting my back to Jake. My eyes closed and I sucked in a long, emboldening breath. Then I let it out in one long, decisive exhale. It stupid jerk really had no clue.

He moved around me, making me face him, "I don't think we're on the same page here, Bells. Would you mind telling me what the hell's got your panties in a knot all of sudden. I thought we were about to have the best freakin' afternoon of our lives and here we are, finally at a place of our own, literally on the front steps, having an argument that I have no clue what I've done wrong."

I looked up, beyond his shoulder to the quaint log cabin we were standing at the front, short stairway of. I was too caught up in his hundreds to appreciate the subtle beauty in the cabin he'd searched all morning for. "You know…"

Jake shifted, his broad shoulders blocking my view of the cabin. His hand cupped around my cheek, silently asking me to look at him. "No, I don't know. What the hell are you talking about Bella?"

My hand reached up and pressed over the warm palm that was lovingly holding me. The same hands that touched me in way I'd never imagined. Hands that had touched so many before me. My eye traveled down his arm, soaking in the way his caramel skin smoothed over his muscles. Muscles that had bunched and tensed as he'd moved over me last night. Muscles that probably bunched in just the same way hundreds of times before. I blew out a frustrated breath, finally meet his eyes as I stepped back.

"Look at you. You're you." I thrust two hands forward, palms upward in a desperate plea to the gods above. "You're beautiful, and you're perfect and you know exactly what you're doing and you did it perfectly. And I'm… well… well I'm me. And I have no clue." My hands fell, slapping quietly on my thighs. I wiped them up and down on the denim to stave off the tingling need to touch him again.

Jake's eyebrows turned down and his head cocked to the side in confusion. "What do you mean you're you?" He seemed put out by my comments. Then his brows lifted and he placed a hot, soft hand on my arm. "Don't say it like that. You're you, Bella. Bella Swan, the girl who features front and center in every single one of my fantasies."

I broke with his eye again, watching the fine curl of brown smoke wafting out from the brick chimney above us. It swirled and flicked, until finally dissipating in the increasing wind. "I feel like the flavor of the month right now."

He stood up taller, sucking in a breath. "What the hell are you talking about woman?" Then he stooped down, both hands now holding me captive by the shoulders. "I'm crazy about you. How have I ever given you the impression that you're nothing but a passing phase?" He didn't wait for a response. Jake's hand flicked off my arms, gesturing to the house only three steps up the porch.

The house he'd found for us to fuck in.

But if I was being honest, it was never that. It was always going to be making love. He'd never really given me that impression. It still stung to think there'd been so many before me though.

I could see the hurt building behind his expresso-brown eyes. I'd hurt him by doubting him and his sincerity. "I've loved you pretty much all my life, Bells. What's got you doubting that?"

It was hard to show how deeply my insecurities lay. Edward's abandonment had left a space that ran deep and absolute. My arms wrapped around my middle as I felt the fissure reopen slightly at the memory.

I was silent to Jake's simple question.

I saw a little wall lift up in his eyes. And he pulled his face slightly away from mine. "If anything, I'm the one who should be doubting your feelings, Bella." He pointed an accusatory finger at me. "You've been holding yourself together with nothing by your forearms for the last five months over an old, dead parasite." He lowered his face, his lips only inches from my mouth. "But I'm not." I felt his warm, spiced breath blow over me, and the fissure inside me re-closed. "I'm not doubting your feelings for me."

He stood taller, looking over his shoulder to the cabin and stretched a long, strong, muscled arm back. "Look where we are. We're here to share something special Bella. What's wrong?"

His arm came back and settled on my hip as he turned towards me. I let it stay, the heat soaking thought the thin t-shirt I had on. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, so obviously you do."

"The hundreds before me, Jake!" I spat it out before I lost the nerve. "Edward and I did nothing but kiss with a blanket between us. And now I know how cold and reserved even that was. But you… you've done everything already. And I have no idea with who. And you're so good at making me feel good. And I'm scared I'm gunna suck at it. And its gunna hurt because you're huge—and I mean huge." I looked down at his crouch, my eyes bugging a little before shutting them. They re-opened into his worried and love filled orbs. I paused, swallowing hard and licking my dry lips." And I don't want to simply be another girl to add to your list."

He brown creased further and his head shook gently back and forth, puzzled. "What list?"

"The hundreds?"

Somehow, his brow creased even further. "What hundreds?"

I tisked, the jerk really, really had no clue. "Last night. You said you'd show me what you liked. You said you'd done it 'hundreds of time before.'"

Comprehension washed over his face. The scowl of confusion softened to concentration. Then his eye brows lifted, and a so too did his lips. A wily smile spread across his face as a chuckling laugh bubbled up and out of him.

Getting laughed at was getting really old, really quick.

He grasped me by the face, one palm pressed into each of my cheeks. He squeezed, pushing my lips into a forced pout before pressing a hard, happy kiss to my mouth.

I tried to pull back, pushing at his chest and tying to move my face. But I was held tight. My kiss forced against Jake's as he continued to chuckle against my lips.

"You're such a dork," he said as he let my face go.

"Why? I think I have a valid reason to feel just a little jealous."

"Bella." He let go of my face, skimming his hands down my shoulders and along the length of my arms. I felt the goosebumps rise despite myself. He held my hands, turning them and linking his fingers through mine. "You're jealous of my hand." His grin was splitting his face.

"What?"

His teeth bit his lips together, trapping the simmer of laughter he was trying to keep in. It wasn't working. He licked his lips, steadying himself and his giggling fit. "Come on Bells, it's not what you think. Sure," he nodded, "I've had hand jobs before. But never with another actual person." He lifted our linked fingers, looking down at them as our palms pressed flush together and he gripped tighter. "It's only ever been Mrs. Palmer and her five daughters… and my imagination, Bella. I had my hand, but it was always yours I was dreaming of Bells." He pulled our joined hand together and kissed my knuckles. "This is gunna be as new to me as it is to you, sweetheart."

New to him? I'd been wrong. And I couldn't have been happier about it. I felt all the tension and worry wash out from me. It left behind the girl who had knelt at his feet and reveled in touching him. The woman who had laid back and let the euphoric pleasure he'd given wash through her body. I cursed Edward for creating such an insecure girl. This was Jake. My Jake. My sun. He was warmhearted, and loving, and hot. And he burned only for me.

He only ever had, and he only ever would.

"Oh." I felt an embarrassed flush wash over my cheek. Prior to last night, he'd only ever felt pleasure from himself. "You do that?"

He stepped back, finally letting out the unbridled laughter. Jake was never one to hold a grudge. He wasn't one to wallow or persist… or to mince words. "Of course I do. I'm a sixteen year old guy."

"But you said that you knew sex was better than all the stuff we did last night."

"Bella." He shook his head, not believing that I'd let my imagination get so far away from the truth. "I'm trapped inside the heads of four other guys." He tapped his forehead, reminding me of the telepathy he had with his wolf bothers. "Two have… steady girlfriends, and one's fucked pretty much every chick in La Push— and most of Forks to boot. They have very strong feelings on the subject, baby. Trust me, as far as their concerned, nothing beats the real thing. Especially when it's with a woman you love." He wrapped his arms around me, pulling his hips closer to his. I could feel his need growing. "I love you, Isabella Swan. I want to share this with you, and only you. And only ever you. Will you let me show you what love we can make together?"

I let my worry float away on the cool breeze blowing out from the hillocks behind. "Jake." I lifted up on to my toppy toes, pressing my breast against his hard warm chest. I felt a shiver quake though me. It was a deceptively cool afternoon for March, our new elevation calling for a lower midday temperature. I wasn't dressed for the cold. His hands roamed around the bare skin of my arms, the goose pimples from cold were now from his warming touch. He kissed behind my ear, heating the skin of my neck with each warm breath. He held me, his supernatural heat warming my body. His love warmed my soul. "I love you. Show me how you love me, Jake. Show me."

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We stood, leaning against the railing that led up the three stairs for ages; kissing and touching each other's re-awakened bodies. We were reacquainting ourselves with the feel of each other's form. Everything started to take on a new meaning to me now; now that I knew I was the first girl ever to be granted the honor of touching the lines of his magnificent body. I wanted it more than ever. But on the same note, I had an unexpected up-welling of patience. I knew he'd waited for me, just like I had for him; we could take our time to enjoy our first moments together.

We pulled out our kiss, both winded, both of us excited and aroused. I pressed my head to his chest, happy to feel the rise and fall of each panted breath. The quaint log cabin we stood by came into view. It was old, with raw, weather timber logs piled upwards to a high pitched roof with lichen and moss growing on the shale. The house was set up on stilts, a few feet off the ground. The steps where we stood led to a wide, inviting porch that spanned the front of the home. Two rocking chairs sat to the left of the front door. Variegated ivy hung from baskets, spilling down in a flowing waterfall of green and off-white. It was a beautiful place. Perfect, even. It was a place that memories were made. We might have been away from home, traveling and stopping at will. But it was no vacation. Even for one night, we were gunna leave all our worries behind.

"What happened to the hotel?"

"Too predictable." He smiled, winking as he took me by the hand, leading me up the three little steps. "Too many people around in a hotel, and a B & B have shared bathrooms. I want you all to myself. I want it so that you can scream the house down and not a soul will hear. I want to have you in the shower." My body tremored at the thoughts of or bodies united in the privacy of a hot, steamy shower. Warm and wet, his body holding me tight. "Our shower, not some public cinder-block stall with an old perv listening in. I want to be the only one to hear you scream." I felt a renewed wetness between my legs. How he could somehow make an erotic comment seem romantic was beyond me. But my body and I were glad for it all the same.

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He towed me to the front door, opening it and waving a wide arm inside the doorway. "I wanted something memorable for us, Bells. Something special we can look back on and remember. I want to give you the world, or the Taj Mahal. But I'll settle for this view over the Blue Mesa Reservoir."

I followed his hand, my eyes instantly zooming in to the rear of the cabin and the vista beyond. "Whoa." I stepped away from Jake, draw in, like a magnet to the giant, ten foot array of windows looking out over the spanning lake below us. It was mesmerizing. Vast, flat surface of blue, blue water that cut through the landscape and almost seemed to dwarf the still snowcapped mesa in the background. My hand and nose pressed flushed against the cool, clear glass. "Oh Jake. That's beautiful." My breath fogged up the glass as I spoke.

He stepped up behind me, his legs straddling mine as he rested his chin on the top of my head. He was a giant and I was a dwarf, but we fitted together perfectly. "You like it?"

I reached my hands up behind me, winding them around his neck. "I love it."

Jake stooped over me, breathing on the glass and writing I love you in the mist.

I tippy-toed up, straining my neck so that I could fog my half of the glass. My fingers made the two little "ditto" symbols underneath. The cool of the mist wet my fingertips, the condensation dribbled down in a zig-sag pattern until it pooled on the wooden window frame. I felt the dampness between my legs dribble out, pooling at the cotton between my thighs instead. My heart was in love. My body was in lust. I was ready.

Jake took in a deep, rumbling breath. I could hear the little squelch of his throat as he swallowed. He lent down, kissing behind my ear and breathing down my throat. "You smell so good."

I turned then, rearranging my arms so that I was holding him and pulling him down to my lips. We stood, arm in arm, kissing by the window. Our mouths were wet and hungry, our tongues played and flicked in a hot and impassioned embrace until we pulled apart, both panting for breath. His eyes bore into mine, deep and dark and full of the love he had for me. It melted my insides like hot caramel taffy. "It's really beautiful here, Jacob. Thankyou."

His hand wound around my hip, cupping my butt and giving it a gentle and suggestive squeeze. "Hey, it's for me too, remember?" He bent down, kissing me one more time before grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the window. "Come on, let's check out the bed."

We walked hand in hand through the charming, single room cottage. I'd walked straight past the crackling fire place with the soft, leather love seat by its hearth as I'd entered the cottage; the landscape outside had pulled me over. But now I could see the inside of this little love nest Jake had found for us was as beautiful inside as the view outside was.

Apart from the colossal expanse of picture windows, the rest of the walls were wood; aged and dark, left untreated in the form it had fallen from its forest. A home built with two hands. The fireplace was made from large, rough pieces of light, creamy rock that tapered and blended as it rose up out of the exposed beam ceiling.

I ran my hand over the couch as we walked past. It was smooth and warm, and natural. It reminded me of the underside if the wolves belly. And that reminded me of what else was near his stomach. I felt a throbbing begin at my center. The need was starting to mount.

"This is better than the photos!" Jake's hand left mine as he took a running leap onto the oversize four post bed sitting proudly and sturdily on the opposite side of the room. It really was massive; thick, solid posts that reached up at least six feet to the carved beam running across the top. It could have been severe if not for the softness added by the piles of pillows scattered at the head, and the quality richness of the cream and tan linen. In fact, it seemed to be just the right mix of masculine and feminine. Both hard and soft melding into one giant platform for sleep… and other recreational activities. My stomach tightened at the sight of Jake lying across the bed. His large form was sprawled diagonally from corner to corner. Finally, the beautiful hulk of a man had a place he would fit. I hoped he'd fit in me too. I pressed my inner thighs together at the thought.

Jake was bouncing on the bed, undulating on the sheets like a caterpillar. Then he kneeled up, grabbing a post and giving it a shake. "Sturdy as they come." He smiled, looking over his shoulder at me. "You wanna test it out?"

My heart began to thud. It thumped out a heavy, steady beat against my ribs. I unwound the bandage that was still draped around my throat like a scarf and stepped towards the bed. "Yes."

I bit into my lips, feeling my body respond to the change in the air. The warm cabin air was now thick with want and lust. Jake was looking at me with eyes that seemed half starved, and I was his banquet. I wanted to devour him. I wanted to drink him in as well. My body was ready to consume all he had to offer.

I looked towards the still open front door, out to the Aerostar sitting in the driveway. "The things are still in the van."

"Our clothes can wait." I felt a shiver fall over me, his voice was so deep and resonate. It reverberated through my abdomen and settle at me core.

He was gunna make me spell it out again. "No, the other things— in the drug store bag."

His eyes widened as he understood. He leapt off the bed, kissing me as he rushed past and out the door.

I laughed as his exuberance. It was funny how romantic and mature Jake could be one minute, and then just how much of a horny teenager he was the next. I liked a good measure of both.

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My feet clicked lightly on the polished floors as I stepped to the front. The cool breeze hit my cheeks as I stuck my head out the door, it really was very cool here on the upland. "Maybe get our bags and something for you to eat while you're there anyway."

"All ready on it." He walked up the front steps loaded with anything and everything we might need inside our little bubble for the rest of today and tonight. Hanging off one of Jake's arms were our two bags; the duffle I'd hurriedly packed the night we'd runaway and the sports bag Jake had bought from the charity store in Portland. In one hand he grasped the cooler and under his other arm was our box of pantry food.

"I thought I might get hungry and you might want a shower. But this is all I really want." Hanging of his pinkie finger was a small white plastic bag that he handed to me as he stepped inside the warm cottage.

I took it, reaching in and scrunching up the bag. "I'm glad were on the same page."

He very unceremoniously dumped all the bags and boxed on the floor, casting the door closed behind him with his foot. He picked me up, carrying me across the room.

"Exactly the same page." He kissed me hard, gripping and rubbing my ass before he took the box from my hand and threw me back on the piled of cushion on the bed. He ripped at the box, pulling out a long strip of the deep-red foil squares. He tore off the first square, handing it to me. "Page one of our own love story."

Fade to black…

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