NTYP Chapter 14

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer Owns The Characters

He threw his head further back to take in the last of the water, then licked his lips, slowly bringing the edge of the glass away. I hoped he wanted more, because I could watch that again and again…

He breathed out heavily, holding the glass out to me. With my mouth open and my eyes still glued to his wet lips, I took it from him.

"You kids hungry?"

I'd forgotten Billy was even there.

"Starving…" Jacob said as he let himself fall back onto the bed.

"What do you want, Jake?" I asked. " I'll make you anything."

"Anything?" He crossed his arms behind his head and smirked.

He closed his eyes in deep thought while I waited for his request.

"Pizza."

"Huh? Of all the things you could ask for, you want pizza?" Okay, maybe Jacob wasn't completely lost in there.

Billy laughed loudly. "Jacob, your taste hasn't changed, that's for sure."

"What?" Jacob sat up. "What's wrong with pizza?"

"Nothing, Jake." I smiled and shook my head, trying not to laugh along with Billy.

"It's too early to order. Can you wait a few hours?" Billy asked.

"Sure, sure." He threw the blankets off of his legs. I blushed at the sight of him still only in boxers.

"Should he be getting out of bed already?" I asked Billy. Jacob must have noticed the panic in my voice, because he gently put his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm alright, Bella. I won't break." His voice was deep and sensuous. I wasn't sure if he meant to sound so sexy, but he was undeniably sexy in every way.

"According to the information Dr. Cullen gave me, it should be fine if he's up for it." Billy answered me.

"Trust me, I'm up for it." He shifted his body closer to the edge of his bed.

A few groans later, he was sitting on the side of the bed, legs hanging over. He gripped the mattress and hung his head, concentrating on taking deep breaths.

"I should call Sam…" Billy began to turn his wheels.

"No." Jacob said firmly. "I…I don't need any help."

"Are you sure, Jake? Do you think you can stand on your own?" It wasn't my intention to make him feel weak.

He stared icily at me with a look I could only recognize as anger. Without speaking a word, he looked back down and I saw the muscles in his arms flex.

"NNnn…ughh." He grunted as he strained to raise his body off the bed.

Instinctively wanting to help, I rushed to him.

"Don't." His harsh voice struck me in a more hostile manner than usual.

Shocked and upset, I turned and swiftly ran from the room. I plunked myself down on the couch in the small den, and held my face in my hands. The sound of Jacob's angry voice was all I could think about. It tore me up to know it had been directed toward me. I had made him angry.

"Bella?"

I looked up to see Billy rolling into the room from the hallway.

"He's asking for you."

"Oh." I wiped my wet eyes with both hands, and stood to my feet.

The hallway was dark as I slowly walked back to Jacob's bedroom. When I got to his door, I was surprised to see it closed. I didn't know if I should knock or let myself in, so I did both.

As I peeked my head in, I could see Jacob standing by his closet, pulling a white muscle shirt over his head. It was impossible for me to take my eyes away from his flexing back muscles. I felt a brief sadness as I watched the snow-white cotton slide over his skin, hiding it from me. At least his arms weren't hidden and I could admire them all I wanted.

The door creaked as I entered the room, and he turned around quickly.

"Hey." He said as he walked toward me.

"Looks like your legs work pretty good." I couldn't hide my joy to see him walking again and I smiled.

"Sorry If I hurt your feelings earlier…"

"Don't worry about it." I shook my head. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel…"

"Stop Bells," He gently grabbed my face with his hands, and made me look him in the eyes. "Don't ever apologize to me. Ever."

His dark eyes made my knees weak and I felt the earth move underneath me. Okay, It really didn't move, but Jacob made me feel like I was in another dimension. It was like within the depths of those eyes was another world where only we existed and nothing bad could ever reach us.

I felt his incredibly warm hands move against my skin and it woke me from my Jacob trance. As he brought his hands away from my face, his fingers slowly slid across the surface of my skin, causing the tiny hairs on my entire body to rise.

The loss of his touch was definitely something to grieve over, and I frowned. He tousled his gorgeous dark locks with one hand and cleared his throat.

"So, where's your boyfriend?" He asked in a sour tone.

I really didn't want to talk about Edward.

"He's at home I guess."

"Why didn't you bring him here? With you, I mean?" His voice was quieter and slightly less bitter.

"He's…well…" It still hurt that I was so cruel to Edward, and the last thing I wanted to do was talk about the break-up. "We…Um, Edward and I…we're going to…actually, we already…"

"You already what?" He sounded upset and his eyes widened.

Before I could say anything, he walked past me and started looking through his dresser drawers as if desperate to find something.

"What are you doing?" I was curious.

"I can't stand this."

"What?"

"Not knowing anything."

"Jake…"

"Don't call me that. It doesn't feel right."

"Ja…please, it'll get better, you'll remember."

Finally, after throwing all of his things out of every drawer in his room, he stopped, breathless.

"Please, I'll help you get through this…" I tried to hide the sympathy in my voice, but it was impossible.

He roared and lifted his dresser, throwing it against the wall. I watched, completely horrified, as he picked up the large sections of broken cedar that hadn't been crushed completely, and slammed them onto the floor with amazing force.

"Jacob…" I whispered, knowing he didn't want to hear his name. With his wolf senses, he probably heard me anyway.

He looked up into the large mirror that was hanging on his wall, previously above his demolished dresser. I could see tears in his red eyes and my heart broke for him. His face changed and without a warning, his fist landed against the glass with unbelievable force, shattering it into little pieces.

Jacob's fist stayed in the mirror for a moment, then slid down, jagged shards slicing his skin on the way.

"Is everything alright in there?" Billy called from down the hall..

"Yeah, everything's fine!" I yelled out the door. When I turned back to Jacob, I could see he was trembling.

His body hunched over, and I heard a miserable sob break free from him. He fell to sit on the end of his bed, cradling himself.

I couldn't help it. My stomach felt ill at the sight of him like that, and I ran to him, throwing my arms around his shaking body.

"Why do I feel like this?" He cried.

"Like what? Tell me!" I was so scared for him. My eyes burned with moisture.

"Like…" He let out another deep sob. "…like I'm on fire."

"Fire?" I was so confused.

"…my skin…it hurts."

As I held him tighter, I could feel him trembling…vibrating…and it was becoming faster.

He was going to phase.

I released him and stumbled backward, backing into the bedroom door, unintentionally shutting it.

"Jacob!" I screamed in fear for him.

He held the back of his neck with his hands and curled in on himself. I had to calm him down, and fast.

Without hesitation, I rushed toward him and shoved him, the force sending him onto his back against the mattress. He was trembling and his eyes were squeezed shut, but I was on top of him, caressing his face.

I leaned down and brushed my lips against his cheek. He was still breathing fast, and shaking. My lips moved to his closed eyes and I kissed each one. I could feel his heart pounding hard against my own chest, and his breaths were quick and hot against my face.

"I'm here. It's ok." I breathed against his searing cheek.

His hands gripped my waist and I cried out at the strength behind his grasp, but he didn't ease up. Jacob's hands clamped onto me harder and I buried my face into his neck, muffling my cries.

He groaned as his body began to jerk and I knew I had to move fast. I finally raised my head from his neck despite the pain his hands were causing me.

Jacob was beginning to sweat, and his eyes never opened. He moaned and threw his head to the side, pressing his cheek hard into the mattress. There was only one thing I could do and If it didn't work, he would phase and...

I held his face with both hands and turned him to me, feeling his body vibrating beneath mine. Without wasting another moment, I took his warm lips into my mouth. He breathed hard through his nose, and I concentrated on his heartbeat. It was still thudding fast, and his eyes were still tightly shut. I released his lips and tilted my head, taking them in again, massaging them and sucking gently before letting them slip out. He panted and moaned, and the sound frightened me, but I didn't stop. As I slowly ran my lips across his smooth jaw line, I felt the vibrations slowing. His breaths were quick and loud when I brought my mouth back to his.

My eyes closed and I felt his lips part beneath mine. I could taste his breath as I inhaled it into my own lungs. It was hot in my throat, and I didn't want the sensation to end.

I felt his hands slowly loosening their painful grip on me, and I sighed into Jacob's mouth. The vibrations had completely stopped, but he was still trembling.

Why isn't it working?

His hands moved up my body and I flinched as I felt them grip my hair roughly. I released my hold on his mouth, and lifted my face away from his, gasping for much needed oxygen. Jacob's hands were still tangled in my hair and he pulled me down to him before I could catch a decent breath.

This time, his lips engulfed mine hungrily and I felt his hot tongue. My lips ached with a gratifying pain as he sucked them vigorously. Our mouths parted together and our tongues met briefly, sending a thrill straight to my southern realm.

As I relished in the taste of him, I gripped Jacob's shirt and began pulling it up, revealing his toned stomach. I couldn't stop my hands as they moved up his torso to his rock hard chest. My heart was aching and the butterflies were not solely in my stomach, but were fleeting through every part of my body. I eagerly kissed him back with as much passion and love I'd ever felt for him.

Then, he ripped his swollen lips away from mine much too early.

"No…Bella…stop." He panted, turning his face away from me.

I didn't want to stop. I tried to recapture his mouth, but he moved it further away.

"Please…don't…" He begged breathlessly.

He doesn't want me this way

My face met the fabric of his white shirt and I collapsed on top of him, our chests rising and falling together.

As I tried to catch my breath, Jacob gently pushed me off of him, leaving me alone on the bed.

He walked slowly to the mess he'd made. Pieces of broken mirror were laying everywhere, along with his dresser and the contents recently within. He just stood there, motionless.

I couldn't believe I'd just kissed Jacob like that. He didn't even know me. Any chance of him falling for me again, I had just flushed down the toilet. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and completely mortified at what I'd done to him.

He didn't know anything about phasing and he wouldn't understand why I'd done it. I probably looked like a disgusting tramp to him. Before the tears could rise, I jumped off his bed.

"Bella!" he turned and called to me as I ran out the door.