You are mine, Isabella Swan. Forever.

By LilyAurora

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Chapter 21

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"Your in a good mood Bells," Charlie said as he walked into the kitchen turning down the radio.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Slept well I guess."

"Uh huh," he replied pouring himself a cup of coffee, as he stole one of the many cakes, on the kitchen side.

"Hey!" I yelled. "That's not breakfast."

He waved me off biting into the chocolate goodness.

I watched as he smiled before swallowing.

"Really good kiddo," he said taking another bite. I smiled turning my attention back to the mixture at hand.

"What's the big occasion?" he asked sipping his coffee.

"There's a bonfire tonight, some celebration of Jake returning after his spirit walk."

"A big thing then?" he asked.

"Yeah," I nodded.

He watched me closely as I danced around the kitchen; filling baking trays with mixture before placing them in the over.

"You're happy," he stated.

I stopped suddenly looking at him.

I nodded. "Yeah I am.

"Paul, he makes you happy?"

"Very," I replied smiling softly at the sound of Paul's name.

"Good, I like him."

"Really?" I was so relieved to hear that.

"Yeah, he seems like a good kid." Charlie said, looking around for another brownie.

"He um, he used to have a bit of a temper, reputation," I waved my hands about.

"I know."

"You checked up on him?"

"Of course I did," he laughed.

"So, last night was what, a test?"

"I wanted to see if he would be honest about himself. He was."

"Do you know how hard it is for him to talk about his parents dad?" I couldn't believe he did that. Actually, yes I could.

"I know kiddo," he said softly. "I respect him all the more for doing it. He's a good kid Bells, a little rough around the edges but he has a good heart, his intentions are good, especially with you."

"How can you tell?"

"Trust me, a father can tell. I meant what I said about speaking to old Joe down at the garage, he owes me a few favours," he smiled winking at me.

"That's great dad, thank you so much. I know Paul would really appreciate it."

"Like I said Bells, I like him he's good kid." He finished, before taking another browning. Smiling smugly as he walked out the door.

"Hey!" I shouted but he had already left. I smiled, relieved that Charlie liked Paul, a little bit annoyed he checked up on him but I real shouldn't expect any less.

The house phone ringing pulled me away from the next batch of baking I was about to do.

"Hello?" I asked cradling the handset against my shoulder, hands covered in flour.

"Bella, hey it's Angela."

"Hey Ang, how are you?"

"I'm good thanks, I was just calling to ask what your were up to tonight?"

"Oh Ang, sorry I have plans."

"That's ok. It was just a beach party, no big deal."

"Where too?"

"First beach."

"Tonight," I doubled checked.

"Yeah, all of us are going. I was hoping you'd come since I haven't seen you in so long."

"I'll be on the beach tonight, but I'll be with friends from La Push."

"Great, maybe I'll see you tonight then?"

"Yeah, I'll come find you ok, You can meet Paul as well then."

"Paul? Who's Paul, Bella Swan you have some explaining to do."

I laughed. "I will Ang promise, I'll see you tonight."

"Sure thing Bella. I'll be there after seven."

"See you later."

"Bye."

I was looking forward to seeing Angela, more so introducing Paul to her. I finished putting the last of the cakes into the oven and set the timers. Once everything had been cleaned and put away, I decided on a shower. It was a little after three so I still had loads of time before Paul got here at five.

Once I had washed of all the cake mixture, as well as the excess flour. I looked for something to wear tonight, the day had been relatively dry but it still wasn't hot. But when was it ever hot in Forks. Pulling out a pair of dark blue jeans, I settled for a white tank with a blue cropped cardigan. I decided on straightening my hair, if I could figure out how to use the damn iron things. After nearly an hour of cursing, a slightly bruised knee and two burnt fingers. I was happy with my appearance. My hair, for all the trouble it took, looked healthy and shiny, my jeans clung to my hips as well as my ass, my tight tank made my breast look good. I chuckled to myself, Paul really was a good confidence booster. Choosing a pair of flats, just to be on the safe side, I carefully walked down the stairs. The timers for the cakes was due to go of soon, there was still another two hours before Paul showed up, so I began to pack up all the baked goods. The cookers timer make me jump as its shrill sound echoed through the kitchen, turning it off quickly I removed the cake from the oven, setting it on the wire rack to cool.

A loud rumble made my face break out into a huge smile, Paul was here. Glancing at the clock, he was early as well. Wiping my hands on the towel, I walked to the door pulling it open just as Paul parked the truck, leaping out gracefully. He wore dark jeans with a white tank, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's so funny babe?" He asked as he came closer.

"We match," I said pointing to our clothes.

His eyes darkened, as he took in my tight fitting clothes. His eyes trailed down my body, lingering on my hips before he twirled his finger in the air. I swallowed, blushing brightly but still turned around in a circle. He growled pulling me to him, hands cupping my ass.

"Are you trying to fucking kill me?" He growled, hands squeezing my ass.

"No," I panted.

"You sure?" He whispered nuzzling my neck.

I nodded.

His large hand slipped between my butt cheeks, cupping me from behind. "Do you know how hard it is not to rip these fucking jeans off you and bury my face between your legs?"

"Paul," I whispered, his whole body was flush against my own.

"If we didn't have to go tonight, I would have you naked in my bed as I tasted you again and again, licking every part of your body, learning all the places you liked to be touched, kissed, sucked," he whispered before sucking my ear lobe into his mouth.

"Oh god."

"But we haven't got time for that now," he said kissing my neck.

I groaned my fingers holding on to him tightly.

"Maybe later, if you're a good girl," he cooed kissing my lips softly as he took a step back.

I swayed slightly on the spot before catching myself, opening my eyes I glared at him. Paul just smiled at me.

"I hate you."

"No you don't," he said still smiling.

I rolled my eyes before walking, slightly wobbling into the house.

"You ok there babe?" he asked humour evident in his voice.

I ignored him, making my way to the kitchen. Paul close on my heels.

"Holy shit," he laughed. "Jesus babe. I know you said a few things, but really."

"Too much?" I asked nervously as I bit my lip.

He looked at me before wrapping his arms around my body.

"Of course not, have you not seen how much, we all eat?" He asked. "I was just a little shocked you cooked so much."

"It's nerves," I admitted.

"Nerves, why are you nervous? Is it because of Jake?"

"No not really, it doesn't matter. What ever Jake says or tries to do. I know it wont stop us being together."

"Damn fucking right," he agreed.

"I was nervous about Charlie."

"Your dad?"

"Yeah. I wanted him to like you."

"Does he?" Paul asked cautiously. It meant a lot to him, even if he didn't admit as much.

"Yes he does, he really likes you. Even mentioned speaking to Joe in the garage."

"Your dad's awesome Bella."

"I know," I hugged him once more, before pulling away. "Right, well we haven't got much time so you'll have to give me a hand to load the truck up or are you just going to stand there looking all pretty?" I teased.

"Pretty?" He asked. "I'm ruggedly handsome, thanks."

"Yes you are."

Grabbing a few of the containers I walked towards Paul, he looked down at me, a confused expression on his face before he smiled as I puckered my lips together tilting my head.

"Mwah," he said loudly as he kissed me.

Laughing we walked towards the front door.

It took a few trips to load up the truck, Paul shaking his head as the last were finally tucked under the tarpaulin safely.

"I think I made too much," I said looking into the bed of the truck.

He laughed. "Yeah, maybe a little. But don't worry, it wont go to waste," he said chewing.

I slapped at his arm. "Hey, that's for the bonfire."

"Oh come on babe. I worked up an appetite lugging all that back and forth."

"Fine," I waved him off.

"It's really good," he said around a mouth full of food.

Finally pulling up outside Sam's, we were met with a very frantic Emily.

"Bella, oh thank god you're here."

"Hey Em, what's up?" I asked. She had some kind of liquid stuff in her air.

"Quil." Ah.

"Oh god," I laughed. "What has he done now?" I eyed the weird looking liquid again.

"What he always does. I threatened Sam that if he doesn't get that boy away from me I wont be responsibly for what I do to him."

"It can't be that bad."

"Wanna bet. Come on," she said pulling me into the house.

"Oh my god," I said before laughing. Eyes wide as I looked around Emily's once pristine kitchen.

"It's not funny Bella, that boy is a fucking menace."

"Holy fuck," Paul barked out before laughing. Emily threw him a glare that had him retreating quicker than a jack rabbit at the end of a shot gun.

"Emily,"

"I know," she said.

"What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Emily," I wined.

"He just can't leave things alone."

"I thought the flour incident was bad."

"It was," she growled.

"I thought you banned him from your kitchen?" I asked, side stepping a puddle on the floor.

"Yeah, but I thought I'd give him the benefit of the doubt. Never again," she yelled.

Paul was still laughing outside.

"I can hear you Paul Lahote," she bellowed which only caused Paul to laugh harder. I couldn't help it, I laughed as well.

"What am I going to do Bella?" She was frantic.

"It's ok Em, we can get it all cleaned up in no time."

"But the cakes?" She said motioning to the kitchen.

"Luckily I made a truck load." I laughed.

"Pardon?" Emily looked confused.

Paul poked his head in through the door. "Bella literally made, a truck loads of cakes Em, so don't worry about it. We got it covered."

"Oh thank god," she sighed finally relaxing a bit.

"Come on lets get this mess cleaned up," I said looking around.

"Not in that. Go change into something of mine; there are some old sweats in the chest next to the bed in the spare room." Emily waved me off as she began to wipe the counters.

Nodding I made my way to their spare room, grabbing the clothes and changing quickly. I tied my hair back with the the band from around my wrist.

"That boy is never coming into my kitchen again, ever. He's lucky I even let him in the house," she grumbled.

From the looks of it, Emily had been mixing something on her electric mixer. Quil being the ever noisy wolf he was, took the lid off as it was still in motion allowing said mixture to fling itself all over Emily's kitchen counters and floor. Looking up, also her ceiling.

Nearly an hour later the kitchen was finally clean, Emily was smiling again and Paul was still laughing.

"I'm going to get changed," I told Emily, who nodded throwing all the used rags into the trash. My back ached from all the cleaning we had done, who knew cake mixture was so resilient. Walking into the bedroom, warms arms wrapped around my body pulling me into a hard muscular chest. Lips attached themselves to my neck as I breathed in his familiar scent, relaxing instantly.

"Paul," I whispered.

"Mmm," he replied hands cupping me through clothes. Talented fingers, teased me until I was a quivering mess in his arms.

"I need to get changed," I said breathlessly.

"Let me help you with that," he said sliding the bottoms down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my panties.

Fingertips traced patterns across my stomach as he licked my neck. Teeth pulling at the skin, gently.

"Lift your arms babe," he urged. His large hands captured the bottom of my T-shirt as he slowly teasingly so, pulled if free from my body. He turned me in his arms, hungry eyes roamed my exposed body.

"You look so fucking beautiful," he said before kissing me hard.

All I could do was moan.

"Shh babe, you don't want Emily to hear us, do you?"

I shook my head.

Paul's long fingers found their way inside my panties, stroking and teasing.

"So fucking wet," he purred.

My breathed hitched as he slipped a long finger inside me.

"Fuck," he hissed. "So fucking tight, so warm and wet."

My head dropped to his chest as he slipped another finger inside me, stretching me. My body rocking with his movements. Finding a rhythm.

"That's it babe," he said. "Fuck my fingers."

So I did. I thrust my hips against his hand panting, gripping his arms my nails digging into his skin. It wouldn't take much to bring on my orgasm. A few more thrusts of his fingers.

"So fucking hot," he said licking across my breasts. His thumb pressing against my clit. Paul's mouth covered mine, swallowing the sound of my release as I thrashed against his body.

"Fuck Isabella," he purred before licking his fingers. Eyes closing in pleasure from the taste of my release. He pressed me against the door then, his whole body fused with mine as he stared at me.

"Stay at mine tonight?" He asked.

I nodded, smiling softly.

"Good," he smiled kissing me hard. "I want to spend the night with my tongue buried deep inside you," he said before slipping out the door leaving me breathless.

My heart was still pounding as I dressed quickly smoothing down my hair, I walked back into the kitchen but stopped suddenly, as my eyes locked with Sam's. A knowing look on his face as he raised an eyebrow.

I blushed.

"Bella," he said nodding.

"H-hi Sam," I rushed past him. He chuckled at my embarrassment.

"So, we all ready?" Emily asked wiping her hands in a towel.

"As ready as we'll ever be," Sam replied walking to her, pulling her into a hug.

"You ok Bella?" she asked concerned. Eyes sweeping over my face.

"Yeah I'm fine thanks, why?"

"You look a little flushed," she said. My eyes widened as both Paul and Sam laughed.

"It's, uh nothing. I'm just a little hot, warm, is it warm in here?" I asked walking to the front door.

"Yes, it is a little," she replied.

I glared at Paul who was laughing silently.

"Come on," Sam said punching him in the arm. "Let's get going, the trucks loaded so we'll meet you there."

"Sure," Paul answered before scooping me up.

"Come on Bella, lets get going I'm starving," he grumbled.

"You're always hungry," I stated as he opened the truck. Sliding me on to the seat he pressed himself up against my side leaning in close.

"Hungry for you," he purred.

I blushed brightly.

"Later," he said kissing me before shutting the door and climbing into the drivers side. My body thrummed from excitement the thought of sent a thrill through me.

Paul pulled me to him, arm wrapping around my shoulder as he kissed my head, never taking his eyes off the road., it was such a natural thing to do.

It didn't take long to reach first beach. We parked the truck and began unloading everything, the bonfire was already built, Sam explained the pack had done it while the beach was empty. Less questions about how they could lift such huge pieces of drift wood.

Kim was there with Jared, putting up the tables. She waved as she seen us coming, Jared greeted us with his usual happy face before continuing to help Kim.

The beach already had quite a few people there, a lot of them I didn't know.

"Hey Bella," Embry said softly.

"Hey Embry," I looked around for Leah.

"She's not here yet," he said smiling sadly.

"Have you spoke to her yet?"

He shook his head. "No, not yet, maybe later."

"You need to tell her," I said.

"I know," he sounded so sad. "It's just hard."

"You'll know when the right time is."

"She's right you know," Paul said sliding next to me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Thanks Bella," he said smiling before walking off. We watched his retreating form before I turned to Paul.

"You think he's going to be ok?"

"Yeah, he's gonna be fine. He just needs to find his balls," he dead panned looking serious.

"Paul," I yelled laughing, slapping at him.

He chuckled, grabbing my hand, lacing our fingers together.

"Everything will work out in the end," he said kissing me softly.

"What will?" A deep voice spoke from behind us.

Paul turned around slowly, as I peeked from behind him.

"Jake," Paul nodded.

"Hi Jake," I waved.

He nodded. "Paul, Bella." He looked a little uncomfortable.

"You ok?" I asked.

He smiled then. "I'm fine," he said before sighing, running his hand through his short hair. "Look I just wanted to say sorry."

"What for?" Paul asked cautiously, pulling me tighter against him.

"For the way I acted. I was being childish, not thinking straight. I was blinded by my own feelings, not thinking of how Bella felt. I understand now, it's her decision, her choice. She was always honest with me. I think I knew deep down we would only ever be friends," he said.

"Best friends," I added.

"Best friends. So what I'm saying, well asking. Is can you forgive me, both of you, for the way I treated you?"

Paul stayed silent for a few moments before speaking. "Accepted," he said. "I would have been the same way, if the roles were reversed," he admitted.

Jake nodded.

Paul pulled me to the side, no longer hiding me.

"So, how have you been?" I asked.

"I never, want to go on a spirit walk ever again," he grumbled.

We all laughed.

"Why?"

"I was starving," he moaned. "I had to cleanse my body, so that meant no eating. I could only drink the water from the stream I was near. Sat in the middle of the woods with nothing on but some body paint and a loin cloth. I swear I nearly died."

"Dude," Paul laughed. "Stop being such a girl."

"Yeah well," Jake said. "It sucked ass. You wait until you have to do one."

"I'm never doing one," he said. "I'm not that fucking stupid."

"Thanks," Jake grumbled.

"Come on," I said. "Let's get you some food before you pass out, you big girl."

Paul laughed, taking my hand as Jake muttered next to us.

This is how it should be, all if us friends getting along no problems or trouble.