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A/N: As always, I'd like to send a special thank you to my anonymous reviewers for this chapter: bubblegumlover, Meggie, KandyKane, and Amy. And of course, THANK YOU to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter. Your reviews are always so kind and encouraging. They really do mean a lot to me. And of course, thank you to my beta Christine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

"A librarian?" I asked dumbfounded. Leah shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, I know Jake is smart, but he's not particularly bookish? He never mentioned anything about a librarian fantasy to me," I mumbled.

"Look," Leah had an amused expression on her face. "He was probably scared he'd freak you out so soon in your relationship. And you're going to do it because, I've had to share his thoughts over this past week and I'm telling you, if you two don't release some of this…tension, you're not the only ones who are going to go insane."

I sighed in defeat. "Okay, so I'm supposed to be sexy and all, but these clothes you set out are pretty conservative. I don't see how that's going to get the point across." Not that I really wanted to have to dress all sexy in front of the Pack, I added to myself.

"God Bella, do you not watch TV? The more conservatively you dress, the sexier you're going to look. It's the image he's after. He wants to see you as this perfectly coifed, prim and proper lady who wears stylish, but sensible shoes and skirts that cling to every curve but hit right at the knee. The sexy part comes from the skin he doesn't see and the idea that underneath all the prudish clothes, you're wearing sex-kitten underwear with a sex-drive to match. I mean, come on. It's just like the whole Catholic school girl fantasy, minus the plaid skirts and knee socks."

So I got dressed. I put on the red lacy underwear and loved how it contrasted with my pale skin. I knew Jacob would love that too. By the time we were finished, I was wearing the skirt and a modest but form-fitting gray cardigan with the top three buttons undone revealing more cleavage than I was normally comfortable with. Leah said that it was simple and understated, but hinted of the vixen underneath. (Her word, not mine.) She insisted that I go without an undershirt as the sweater alone was part of the overall look. She styled my hair in soft curls and gathered it all in a bun, pulling tendrils loose at random to frame my face. My make-up was minimal except for the way she painstakingly applied dark eye liner and smoky shadows to emphasize my eyes. She said that they needed to look alluring under the pair of cat-like glasses frames she set on the bridge of my nose. She finished off the look with red lip-gloss, a short strand of faux pearls around my neck and a pair of black kitten heels.

I stared at my reflection in awe. I couldn't believe how different Leah could make me look, and yet still look like me. Everything I had on was something that I could wear on a regular basis. But, put together as they were, really illustrated the fantasy well. My clothes clung tightly to my figure, accentuating all my feminine curves, reminding me that I was a woman underneath the baggy shirts and old sweats that were the staples of my wardrobe. I could wear this outfit, with slight modifications, to a job interview, or, as I was wearing it now, to seduce my more than willing boyfriend. I smiled at the implications and felt a surge of confidence that had been missing for some time. Jacob was mine, and he would remember that before the night was through.

Leah left shortly thereafter to meet up with Jack. She wouldn't tell me what their costumes were either. I didn't understand the need for all the secrecy, but let it slide since they all seemed really happy and excited about something for once. It was getting late and I knew that the party was already under way. I quickly fixed myself something to eat from the previous night's leftovers. While I ate in the silence of my own kitchen, my mind strayed to thoughts of Jacob. It was torturing me not knowing what he was wearing. And then a thought occurred to me. Two could play that game. I knew just what would torture him. I ran upstairs to make a quick wardrobe adjustment, grabbed my purse, and then headed out to Sam and Emily's.

I pulled up to their place and saw that practically all of La Push was in attendance. I exited the car and adjusted my skirt and sweater. I looked down and blushed at the provocative amount of cleavage on display and quickly buttoned an extra button. Then I thought about it. This was Jacob's fantasy. And I was a newly confident young woman. I unbuttoned that extra button and took a calming breath before walking in through the front door with my head held high. I smiled to myself when I realized that my step didn't falter once on the gravel drive.

When I walked into the living room, my senses were accosted by loud music and laughter. The house was dark and black lit creating an eerie glow. Strings of orange pumpkin lights set up around the perimeter of the room were the only other light source besides the cleverly placed candles illuminating scary faces carved into the dozens of jack-o-lanterns scattered haphazardly around the room. Sam and Emily had outdone themselves. All the furniture was pressed up against the walls leaving the center of the room open for dancing. There were already small groups of young people gyrating and dancing freely to the primal beats. I set my purse down near the front door and scanned the room for Jacob. He was nowhere to be seen so I headed into the kitchen knowing that if he wasn't to be found there, I would at least find Emily.

True to form, Emily was busy setting out snacks to put on the dining room table. She was wearing a red hooded cloak that hit her at her knees over a red and white checkered dress. She had on ruffled socks with black flats. Her hair was parted down the middle and divided into two braids, tied off at the end with silky red ribbons. She looked lovely.

"Well, hello little girl," I whispered in her ear. "On your way to Grandma's house?"

She spun around with a huge grin on her face. "Bella," she practically screamed in delight. "You made it! I'm so glad to see you're feeling better. I can't tell you how happy I am that you and Jacob are back together. I was afraid that Jacob wouldn't have made it through that last separation." She frowned to herself then managed another smile and squeezed me again. My heart momentarily faltered at the mention of our recent separation. But I pushed the pain aside. Emily, always observant, squeezed my hand in understanding and said, "You guys have got to stop scaring me like that."

"Trust me Emily," I replied. "I'm sick of being scared like that too. Jake and I are in this together. I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to worry about us." She nodded. "So, if you're Little Red Riding Hood, is Sam the valiant Woodsman who comes to save the day?"

She giggled and opened her mouth as if to speak when Sam entered the kitchen right on cue. Sam walked in from the living room with an empty food tray in his hands and a disgruntled look on his face. I took one look at his costume and grasped Emily's arm for support as I doubled over in laughter. Sam was clothed solely in a pair of his requisite cut-off shorts. However, what stood out about the shorts was the fact that there was a shaggy black tail pinned to the seat. He also wore a head band with large, pointy, black dog ears attached. The tip of his nose was painted black and black whiskers lined either side of his face.

"Oh my God, Sam," I managed between fits of laughter. "You're the Big Bad Wolf!"

Sam growled at me in an attempt to appear menacing, but with the tail sticking out from his pants it only served to incite more laughter. He slammed the tray down on the counter top angrily. He glared at Emily, though his gazed quickly changed into a silent plea for help. I was on the verge of tears when Emily pinched my arm lightly, giggling, and asked me to go easy on him. I was grateful for the distraction because I didn't want the inevitable tears to ruin my make-up before I got a chance to see Jacob.

"So Bella," Sam said indignantly. "What are you supposed to be, a Vice President or something?" He eyed my outfit skeptically, probably wondering how I had gotten away with not wearing a costume when he was dressed up like a fairy-tale creature.

"No, Sam, I'm not a vice president of anything. I happen to be a librarian."

Sam's eyes practically popped out of his face and a crimson blush spread across his skin. It occurred to me that Sam would know everything about Jacob's little fantasy as images of me in something very similar to what I was then wearing probably flashed through his mind. It was my turn to blush. Emily, sensing our discomfort, nudged me in the side.

"Bella," she said, her lower lip trapped between her teeth to prevent the impending giggles. "Why don't you go find Jake? He's around here somewhere."

I smiled at her gratefully and left the kitchen before I could be embarrassed further. As I walked out of the kitchen, I heard Emily whispering softly. I turned back around and saw that Sam had wrapped his arms around her while she whispered sweet and soothing words in his ear. I smiled to myself and left them to their private moment. I scanned the living room again. I was amazed at the number of people in attendance. Other than Sam and Emily, I didn't see anyone from the two packs and I started to get nervous. As if compelled by some kind of outside force, my eyes were drawn across the room to a figure leaning against the opposite wall. My breath caught in my throat as I met Jacob's eyes burning into mine.

Oh. My. God! I felt like I was in a teen movie where all the background noise faded away and everyone else in the room disappeared as we gazed at each other from across the room. My beautiful, handsome, strong, gorgeous Jacob was dressed up as a cowboy! My knees almost buckled as desire pulsed through my body. I would never look at cowboys the same again. Jacob's costume was straight out of an old western novel. He leaned against the wall with his long legs stretched out in front of him. His arms were crossed over his chest and his cowboy hat was set low on his face at an angle. I saw his eyes as they travelled slowly over my body appreciatively, mentally undressing me. My skin tingled from his gaze, my heart beat accelerated, and my breathing was labored. And he hadn't even touched me yet! His eyes narrowed and a smirk appeared on his face. My eyes were lidded with lust and I bit my lower lip in anticipation, heedless of the curious bystanders surrounding us. Jacob was the only person who existed at that moment. I felt drawn to him as if pulled by some invisible string.

Jake pushed off the wall and ambled towards me. I stood frozen in place like oh so willing prey waiting for its predator. My mouth was agape as I took in the details of his costume. He wore a modern western shirt that was an orange plaid. The sleeves were rolled up exposing his muscular, russet forearms and the shirt was opened halfway down the front highlighting his beautiful chest. The shirt was tucked into a pair of impossibly tight blue jeans which were held up by a gaudy wolf's-head belt buckle. But he didn't stop there. What took my breath away was the dark brown leather vest with matching leather chaps and cowboy boots. I glanced down and was surprised he wasn't wearing spurs and then thought that even Jake might have thought that would be overdoing it. He actually "moseyed" over to me, with a shit-eating grin on his face. He knew what he did to me. I took my eyes off of him for a moment and noticed that every girl in the room was thinking the same thing I was; that he was gorgeous in that outfit, but he'd look damn fine wearing nothing but the hat.

Jacob walked right up to me, tipped his hat between his thumb and forefinger, and said in the worst southern accent I'd ever heard, "Well, howdy there Ma'am."

I answered with shaking breath, "So, this was the big secret? You're a Native American cowboy?"

"Yep," he replied. "I'm being ironic."

I giggled then sighed as I stared up at his face. "God, I wish I lived in the Old West."

"Well sugar," he said, and my blood boiled at the sexy pet name. "I wish I would've paid more attention to my book learnin' cuz I'd leave the prairie behind and come to your library any day."

I giggled like a school girl and inwardly cringed at his ability to make me forget myself. His eyes roamed my body and the heat from his gaze told me that he was just itching to touch me.

"So, little lady, may I ask how you came up with this sexy outfit?"

"Oh, this old thing," I looked down coyly. "Well, a little birdie told me that a certain someone couldn't get the fantasy of me dressed up as a librarian out of his head. I told her she was crazy because that certain someone never did mention a thing about it to me." I stepped closer to him so that I could feel the heat coming off of his body. I rested my hand tentatively on the exposed skin of his chest. I started at the electric pulse generated by that small connection. I kept my head level but raised my eyes to his with a 'come hither' look while my lips parted slightly. "And Jake, I'm here to collect on some overdue books."

I don't know what possessed me to say that to him, but before I could over analyze it, he growled and grabbed me firmly by the waist and kissed me passionately. His arousal pressed against my body and all thoughts left my mind. I threw my arms around his neck and returned his kiss with equal vigor. I moaned into his mouth as his hands began their ascent up my sides towards my breasts. I ached for him to touch me. Just when I was about to get my wish, we were interrupted by a chorus of catcalls, whistles, and clapping. I broke the kiss, still panting and breathless, and hid my head against his chest as he cradled me in his arms chuckling in amusement. The partying and dancing resumed as soon as our public display was over. Our eyes locked and I knew we were not finished; not by a long-shot.

Jacob pulled me into a corner for privacy. "You know Bells," he said as his fingers gently stroked my face. "I've been dreaming about you wearing something like this for a long time."

"So I've heard. Why didn't you ever mention it to me?"

"I don't know," he replied thoughtfully. "I mean, it all started when we first hung out together. There we were, sprawled out on the living room floor doing our homework. Of course, I was already in love with you at that point and you were only just coming back to life. God, you made me actually look forward to doing my school work. I've never done better than that semester."

I smiled warmly as he continued. "Anyway, I remember how you'd lean over and help me with a math problem or something, and your hair would fall across my book."

I was shocked that he remembered those times in such detail. He chuckled at the look on my face. "Don't look so surprised Bells. I told you that you were the only girl I thought about even before I became a wolf. God, you don't know how hard it was just to not reach out and touch your hair, or your skin. Well, you were so smart and I realized that that really turned me on about you. Add that to the fact that you were always so willing to help and that your nose was constantly in a book and, BAM! The librarian fantasy was born."

"That's really sweet Jake. But, I still don't know why you never mentioned it before."

"Well, that was just one fantasy. The biggest, wildest, and most unattainable fantasy," he paused for effect, "was hearing you tell me that you love me and that you chose me. Since that's already come true, the other fantasies just didn't seem that important."

I quickly banished the happy tears that welled in my eyes. I smiled widely and was rewarded with Jacob's brilliant smile in return. I stood on my tip toes, reaching up for his neck as he bent down meeting me halfway for a wonderfully sweet kiss. I sighed deeply when we pulled apart, unable to get the goofy grin off of my face.

The next thing I knew, Quil approached nodding at Jake and smiling shyly at me. We hadn't talked since that horrible day in front of the Cullens' house. Quil was furious with me then, as he had every right to be. I hoped that we could move past it and that he didn't harbor any hard feelings. What Quil did next should have told me that I needn't have worried. I took in his costume and almost fainted in shock. He was the stereotypical Dracula, complete with the dorky cape and plastic fangs. His face was painted a ghostly white and he had fake blood dripping down his chin. I started laughing because apparently Jake wasn't the only one dressing up for irony that Halloween. Quil offered me something to drink in a plastic cup.

"Hey Bella, here's a little peace offering. I just wanted to say that I'm…"

"Quil," I interjected, taking the offered drink. "You don't have to say anything. We're good."

He smiled appreciatively. "So," I asked. "What's in the drink?" I brought the cup up to my nose and inhaled. I detected fruit juice, but not much else. You didn't grow up the daughter of the Chief of Police and not question a drink offered to you at a party. Granted, I trusted Quil not to hurt me, but that didn't mean it wasn't concocted to get me drunk to provide entertainment for the evening.

He smiled devilishly. "You don't want to know."

Quil slapped Jacob on the shoulder and said, "Hey man, you better keep an eye on your lady here. I know how irresistible she finds vampires. I mean, she may want to come home with me tonight. I am the Prince of Darkness after all. All I need to do is use my vampy mojo and she'll be putty in my hands. Not that I would of course, I am spoken for. But, well we know her history."

I had taken a sip of my drink when Quil mentioned how irresistible I found vampires and I nearly spit it out all over my clothes. I found it quite amusing, but Jacob looked like he was ready to pounce. I placed my hand on Jacob's chest to soothe him. "Relax Jake, it's okay. I've developed a tougher skin than that. Besides Quil, what makes you think I'd be susceptible to your charms anyway? Vampires are so last year."

Jacob immediately relaxed and laughed at Quil while holding me close. He whispered in my ear, though we both knew that Quil could still hear him and said, "Yeah, and werewolves are so hot right now." I trembled in his arms, my body instinctively reacting to the double meaning in his words. I thought to myself, not for the first, and assuredly not for the last time that night, Is this party over yet?

Quil simply cleared his throat and made an excuse to leave us to it while he mingled with the crowd. I was about to take a sip of my mystery drink when Jacob asked, "Are you sure you want to do that Bells? I think I want you sober for what I have planned for you tonight." He licked his lips and let his gaze travel towards my cleavage. He made me weak-kneed and I clung to his strong arm for support.

"Well," I managed through my labored breaths. "One drink won't hurt." And then I took a large sip and felt a burn travel down my throat leaving a sickeningly sweet taste on my tongue.

Jacob laughed and shook his head. "Famous last words, Bells."

I finished my drink and we then found a place to sit away from the dance floor. Jacob made himself cozy in Sam's recliner while I made myself comfortable on his lap. The party raged on around us, but we could not have cared less. He insisted on speaking in his awful southern accent throughout the night, which was equal parts charming and annoying. I thought that Jacob just might be right about being completely sober for what he had planned and vowed that that would be my one and only drink of the evening.

We talked and joked about nothing in particular, just enjoying our time together. His hands caressed my exposed calf and the contours of my thigh through the tight skirt. I couldn't keep my own hands away from his chiseled chest or grasping his toned arms. It took all of our effort to stay at the party as gracious guests when we wanted nothing more than to tear our clothes off and have our way with each other.

We realized all too soon that we were being terrible guests. I looked around the room for other pack members. I saw Jared dancing with Kim looking completely in love despite the fact that he was wearing tights. Apparently, Kim had suggested that they go as Romeo and Juliet. I pointed them out to Jacob who nearly dropped me on the floor as he doubled over laughing and pointing earning a glare from Jared. Poor Jared, I thought. Jacob and the boys would never let him live that one down.

I asked Jacob about the rest of the pack. He told me that Colin and Brady were gone for the weekend with their parents and that Seth and Paul were both patrolling, but that they would be by soon. Embry was missing in action, but Jacob suggested that that might have something to do with the fact that he had a date and he probably wanted some alone time with her before bringing her to the party.

As I watched our friends on the dance floor, Jacob returned his attention to me and began a tender assault on my exposed flesh. He pushed his hat back on his head to give him access to my neck. He nuzzled against me, his lips and tongue teasing and torturing me. I don't know what kind of magic he was working but he managed to coax me onto the dance floor. Of course, it probably had something to do with the after effects of Quil's mystery drink; yet another good reason not to drink at parties. I struggled to ignore the dancers around me and focused solely on My Jacob. I only heard the steady thrumming of our hearts as we moved and swayed to the beat. It wasn't "proper" dancing by any means. You didn't learn that type of thing in ballroom classes. But, Jacob had rhythm and our bodies moved in sync like we had been dancing together for years. He pressed every part of his body firmly against mine, his hands rested at the small of my back, guiding me effortlessly.

My private musings were interrupted by audible gasps from everyone around us followed by a hushed silence. I turned around in Jacob's arms and glanced at the front door where I saw Leah and Jack make quite the entrance. Jacob pressed my back against his chest as he eyed the couple thoughtfully, unlike everyone else who was staring at Leah like a bunch of slack-jawed yokels. Of course, after seeing Leah's costume, or lack thereof, I couldn't really blame them.

Jack was clothed in nothing but a loin cloth, sandals, and a smile. His short black hair was concealed under a brown, shoulder-length, shaggy wig. His body was oiled up slightly, accentuating his toned physique. However, the most noticeable thing about Jack was really the woman on his arm.

Leah was magnificent in all of her goddess glory. She wore a faux-fur tube-top bikini with ugg boots that were also covered in fur; and nothing else. The costume highlighted her firm stomach and her long, shapely legs. The look in Jack's eyes told me, and everyone else in the room for that matter, that Leah was his girl and that his eyes were only for her. Her short hair was slicked back on the sides and the front was curled up in a modern-day bouffant. Her lips were painted red and her skin shimmered in the light. I saw Quil do a spit-take when he saw Leah walk in and then spent the next few minutes apologizing profusely to the poor girl who received an impromptu shower as a result.

We saw Sam and Emily approach them and decided to stay on the dance floor to give them some space. However, we couldn't help but watch the interaction between the two couples as we continued to sway to the music. Emily hugged Leah closely before pulling Jack into a bear hug. She was genuinely happy for her cousin and her smile showed it. It was clear from the look in her eyes that Emily wasn't relieved to be rid of the guilt associated with her for taking Sam away. Rather, she was happy for Leah, for herself, that she found someone who so obviously loved her. Sam was a little more stand-offish which pissed me off. He had the woman of his dreams, but he still harbored feelings for Leah. Of course, I couldn't look at him without seeing my own mistakes reflected back at me. I cringed at the thought. Jacob noticed the tremor go through my body.

"What's wrong?" he asked, squeezing me tighter in his arms.

"Nothing, I'm fine. Come on, I'll introduce you to Jack." I led Jacob away from the dance floor towards Leah. I realized I was coming at just the right time to save Jack from a particularly "manly" handshake from Sam. Jack winced slightly as Sam squeezed his hand, but managed to remain smiling. I moved quickly, dragging Jacob behind me. He whispered in my ear, "You know Bells, you're so eager to see this guy. I'm starting to think you might have a little crush on him. Is it the loin cloth or the long hair that's doing it for you?"

I stared at him in complete disbelief. There was amusement in his tone, but his eyes flashed with a hint of possessiveness. It intrigued me. "Jacob Black, are you jealous?"

He looked towards Leah and Jack then back to me and asked petulantly, "Should I be?"

I pressed him against the nearest wall with all my strength, stumbling over my heels and falling into his chest with a grunt.

"What the hell was that for?" he cried. "You're going to kill yourself and ruin that whole outfit for me." He was clearly shocked by my impulsive gesture, but he soon relaxed as a sexy smirk adorned his face.

"You know Jake, sometimes you're just so…you're just a big…a big…"

"A big what, Bells?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"A big…DUMB!"

He stared at me in complete and utter bewilderment. He could barely contain his amusement when he asked, "A big dumb? I don't even know…"

"Oh shut up! I love you." I pressed the length of my body against his knowing he could feel the heat coming from my aching core. "I only want you. So, you're going to go over there and be nice to Jack. The poor guy's like a fox in a wolves' den."

"Oh, so you think he's a fox?"

I growled in frustration and pulled him after me. "You're impossible." He chuckled and took his hand from mine so he could wrap his arm around my waist. At that point, Leah and Jack were talking amongst themselves because Sam and Emily were busy with hosting duties. "Hey guys," I said, placing my hand on Leah's shoulder. Jack turned towards me with a surprised look on his face. "Is that my beautiful Bella?" Before I had a chance to react, Jack swept me in his arms for a bone crushing hug. Though I had been used to the pack being shirtless around me, suddenly I was painfully aware that I was pressed up against a virtual stranger's half naked body and I was a little unnerved by it. Jacob growled emitting a low rumble from his chest. Leah placed a restraining hand on his arm.

"For Christ's sake, lighten up Jake," she complained.

Jack set me back down and eyed Jake cautiously. He whispered to me conspiratorially, "So, this is the big brutish boyfriend I was afraid of, huh? You must be a pretty great girl to have so many people willing to keep you safe."

I blushed. "Nah, I'm just really lucky." I saw a slow fire burning in Jacob's eyes and moved to douse the flames. "Jack, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend Jake. Jake, this is the infamous Jack."

Jacob smiled and extended his hand toward Jack and said, "It's Jacob." I rolled my eyes at Jacob's obvious display of attitude. Jack winced at the pressure exerted on his hand. He pulled away from Jacob's grip and said, "Wow, what is it with you Quileute boys? You're all huge and seriously strong. Is there something in the water I don't know about?" He laughed good-naturedly and I noticed that Leah was subtly trying to ignore Jack's observation by focusing intently on the goings on of the dance floor.

"Uh, Jack," I said. "If you'll excuse us for a minute, I need to speak with Leah. I'll bring her right back."

"Sure, okay," he smiled. I grabbed Leah's hand and pulled her after me. I turned back to see Jacob staring at me in shock because I was leaving him with Jack. I couldn't help but grin back at him and was rewarded with a steely glare and narrowed eyes. Jacob was not a happy camper, but I knew he'd get over it. Jacob was a wonderful guy. If he would put aside his pre-conceived notions, I knew he would like Jack. I had only met him the one time and was reminded of Jacob immediately because of his friendly nature. Plus, if Jack could tame the beast that was Leah, he deserved at least a little respect. I mouthed the words, Be nice, and left them to it. Leah followed me to the other side of the room so that we could talk in privacy.

"So, you're a cave woman, huh?"

She snorted. "Oh please. He Tarzan, me Jane! It was his idea."

"Oh," I giggled. "Well, you guys make a great couple."

"Thanks, I think so too."

"Hmm, I guess it just begs the question, why the hell haven't you told him about the wolves?"

She sighed heavily. "I wanted to. Hell, I tried a hundred times. But…I can't."

"You mean you won't."

"I mean…it's both."

"Then tell me this, why wouldn't you want to tell him?"

"Bella, just because you're the most understanding person in the world doesn't mean everyone else is. I've just spent the best three weeks of my life with this smart, caring, gorgeous, wonderful guy. What am I supposed to tell him? 'Oh, by the way, I morph into a giant harry wolf designed for the sole purpose of killing vampires, pass the bread.' I'm scared he'll bolt. Telling him that means telling him that I'm a genetic dead end and it's way too early to have that discussion. I just don't know if I can handle that right now."

I nodded sympathetically. I knew full well the pain Leah had been forced to live with. But, I couldn't deny my gut feeling that she and Jack were perfect for each other and I didn't want her to ruin a good thing. I understood how tentative her claim to him would feel with their relationship being so new and with such a big secret hanging over her head. On the other hand, I also knew from personal experience how lies and half-truths could undermine completely any foundations of love and trust.

"Okay," I conceded. "So that's why you wouldn't want to tell him. But why couldn't you tell him if you wanted to? What's really stopping you?"

"Look, when I first phased, Sam told us we couldn't tell anyone outside of the tribe unless they were our imprint. It's tribal law."

"Okay," I huffed. "And since when do you listen to Sam?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wall dejectedly. "It was a direct order from my Alpha, Bella. My hands are tied."

"Well, if memory serves me correctly, Sam isn't your Alpha anymore."

Leah's eyes brightened as the realization washed over her. She had a renewed sense of hope.

"Tell him, Leah," I urged gently. "He cares about you. Give him a chance to prove to you just how much."

Leah leaned down and hugged me whispering, 'thank you" before walking back towards Jack and Jacob. They didn't even notice us as they were engrossed in a pretty animated conversation. They stopped abruptly when Leah came behind Jack and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder.

"So, were you two playing nice?" She asked.

Jack smiled and turned around so that he was now facing her and held her in his arms. He kissed her chastely and replied, "Yeah, we went outside and had a good old fashioned pissing contest. It was a tie, by the way."

"Um, Jack, do you think we can leave? I really want to talk to you about something."

He looked at her confused. "Are you sure?" he asked. "I mean, we just got here. I thought you were excited about the party and hanging out with your friends. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's just, it's really important that I talk to you alone. Besides, this party's lame. It's filled with a bunch of teenagers."

"Hey!" Jacob complained. Leah simply rolled her eyes and ignored him. We said our good-byes and they started to walk away. Before they got far, Jacob grabbed Leah's arm and said, "I like him."

She glared at him. "Yeah, like I needed your approval." Then she smiled and said, "Thanks, anyway."

"No," he said, eyeing my outfit lecherously. "Thank you."

Leah hit Jacob on the arm making him wince. "God you're a pig Jake."

Jake simply winked and tipped his hat in her direction before throwing his arm over my shoulder. He led me towards the other side of the room where Quil was having a heated argument with a tall guy wearing a long leather duster coat, a hat, and a crossbow slung across his shoulders. It was only once we got closer that I noticed that the guy in question was Embry. I had been so invested in my conversation with Leah that I hadn't noticed him sneak in.

Quil yelled, "Dude, how could you dress like that? You're ruining my mojo here."

"What mojo," Embry quipped. "You're spoken for, remember? Isn't that all you ever talk about? Besides, I didn't know you were dressing up as Dracula. I thought up my costume months ago."

"Oh please Embry," Quil replied. "We didn't even know about this party until this week."

"So what? I was being proactive."

My curiosity was piqued. I had to find out what was really going on. They hadn't seen us approach so I cleared my throat. They both turned to us, sheepish looks on their faces.

"Okay guys," I giggled. "What's with the arguing? And Embry, though I like the detail of your costume, I have no clue who you're supposed to be."

"Well…" Embry began, but was immediately interrupted by an annoyed Quil.

"He's freaking Van Helsing, Dracula's arch nemesis! He's been trying to stake me ever since he got here to impress the ladies all because his date was a bust. He's making a mockery of my costume."

Jacob and I stared at each other, our mouths agape in identical expressions of pure shock.

"I'm more of the Hugh Jackman version, not the Anthony Hopkins version." Embry spoke matter-of-factly. "That guy's older than dirt."

Jake and I busted up laughing. "Thanks for that clarification Embry," I managed.

Embry rolled his eyes at us and continued his conversation with Quil. "If you were a real friend you'd take a stake to the heart. What kind of wingman are you anyway?"

Before Quil could answer, Paul walked up to the four of us and sneered. He wasn't wearing a costume, but he was clearly dressed like a man on the prowl. He eyed me up and down making me uncomfortable enough that Jacob wrapped an arm around my waist protectively.

"Nice costumes guys. But, you two," he said, turning his attention to Quil and Embry. "Well, it's nice to see you two lovebirds collaborated together on your costumes. How cute."

Paul walked away without another word. He threw his arm over the first pretty girl he saw like he was some kind of suave Don Juan. He led the girl across the room and suddenly Quil, Embry, and Jacob couldn't contain their laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

Jacob pointed towards Paul's departing form. "See that girl he's with?"

"Yeah, the angel?" She wore a short white dress accessorized by a pair of white wings strapped to her back and a halo on her head.

"Well, she's far from angelic," Quil mumbled. Jacob glared at him and Quil shut up immediately.

Jacob continued, ignoring Quil's interruption. "Anyway, her name is Raven. She was a senior at my school. What that jackass Paul doesn't realize is that he's already…they already…" He paused not knowing exactly how to finish. I nodded my head as I realized what he was getting at. Paul had slept with that poor girl and he didn't even remember her. "So," Jacob added. "Of course he never called her after and…"

But Jacob's explanation was cut off by a loud commotion coming from the direction of where Paul had led Raven. Paul stood in the middle of the room, a drink dripping from his face. Raven slapped him across the face and screamed, "You fucking asshole!" She then turned and left the party with her friends.

Paul wiped his face and shook it off, as if nothing had happened. That was until Sam threw a towel and cleanser at him and stood over him until he cleaned the mess on the floor. We all cracked up, happy that Paul got his "just desserts" for the evening.

Jacob reflected on Paul's position, on his hands and knees of Sam's living room, cleaning up the mess he caused. "You know, if anyone needed an imprint, it would be that fool. Maybe at least then the women of La Push would get a breather. He's such a freaking womanizer. At least if he imprinted, the poor girl would have a shot at taming him." Embry and Quil nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I'd just tell the poor girl to get checked for STDs," Embry said.

"Dude," Quil added. I'd hate to be that poor girl's father or brother."

Jacob laughed along with them. "Oh my god, can you imagine being Paul's brother-in-law? I think I'd kill myself."

I elbowed Jacob in the ribs. "Stop being so dramatic." He grinned and we resumed our previous conversation including the pros and cons of Hugh Jackman's versus Anthony Hopkins' portrayal of Van Helsing. It was never a dull moment with the wolves of La Push.

We spent the next few hours just hanging out. It was getting late, though the party showed no signs of dying down. Quil constantly offered me cups filled with his mysterious party punch. He wouldn't take no for an answer so I spent the rest of the night pretending to drink only to pour the drinks out in the sink when he wasn't looking. If he was trying to play wingman for Jacob in an attempt to help him get laid, he needn't have bothered. Jacob needed no help in that department.

Jacob led me back onto the dance floor. The song playing was quick with a great beat. I pressed my body to his as we swayed to the music, once again ignoring everyone else around us. His hands rubbed down from my shoulders to my arms and then up my back.

"Have I told you," he whispered, "how hot you look tonight?" I smiled up at him and saw that his eyes were almost black with lust and longing. "And those glasses…well, I don't think you could look sexier if you tried."

"Really, you don't think I look kind of nerdy?"

"Hell yeah you look like a nerd and I love it. Nerds are so hot right now, didn't you hear?"

"No, I thought it was just werewolves."

He pulled me closer to him, pressing his obvious erection against my hip. "Just so you know, if you decide that you don't want to be a writer anymore and you want to become a librarian full-time, I will fully support that decision." He closed his eyes and leaned in to nuzzle against my neck. I tilted my head back giving him more access as he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along the base of my neck and up to my jaw.

"Um…I'll…think about it," I replied breathlessly.

I felt his lips curl into a smile against my skin. "Please do," he murmured. The small space we occupied was rife with sexual tension. The whole night had been an exercise in the most wonderful tantalizing torture. If I didn't get to be alone with Jacob soon, I knew I was going to combust. I grabbed him by the neck and pulled his head towards me so that I could whisper in his ear. "Jake, take me home with you."

His eyes met mine and he let out a moan. He didn't say a word. Instead, he grabbed my hand and walked us briskly towards the front door. There was no stopping him. Jacob was a man on a mission and he would not be deterred. We made it to the front door where I quickly retrieved my purse. Emily came up to us apparently confused by our speedy departure. Jacob opened the front door, guiding me outside and said, "Can't talk now, gotta go!"

I craned my neck back and mouthed a silent apology to Emily who stood in her entryway with a mischievous smile on her face and a knowing glint in her eyes. The fierce determination and lust in Jacob's eyes left my physically weak. I tossed him the keys to my car knowing I was in no condition to drive as a result. He helped me into the passenger seat and was starting the engine and peeling out before I finished buckling my seatbelt.

I chuckled at his eagerness. "Well, that was rude, Jake. We could have at least said good-bye and thanked her for the party."

"Look, the little lady said she wanted to come home with me. And the little lady always gets what she wants." He looked at me; his eyes oozed passion and my body craved his touch. Flushed and breathless I replied, "You're right. They'll understand. Drive."

We got back onto the road that led towards his house. It was only about a three mile drive but it seemed like the longest five minutes of my life. My skirt had ridden up my leg when I got in the car and Jacob's warm hand soon found its way to my exposed thigh. The heat from his touch was electric.

We pulled up into Jake's gravel driveway and as always happened when I saw the modest red house and smelled the sea air, I felt like I was home. We got out of the car and stared at each other from across the roof and goose bumps erupted all over my body. The electricity in the air was a tangible entity. Jacob walked towards the house holding his hand out for me to follow. I followed him on unsteady legs. He must have seen the anxiety on my face and in an attempt to lighten the mood said, "Giddy up, Bells!"

He crouched low so that I could jump up onto his back. What was the saying, 'Forget the horse, ride a cowboy?' Of course, I think it meant riding in a whole other way…not that that wouldn't be feasible that night. I gave into my playful side and jumped towards his back only to bounce right off of him and fall to the ground. I'd forgotten that I was wearing a tight fitting pencil skirt that didn't exactly allow maneuverability for my legs. Luckily, Jacob was fast and caught me before my head hit the ground.

"Are you alright?" he asked, cradling me in his arms.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm more embarrassed than anything."

"What the hell did you do that for?" He asked incredulously.

"Well I didn't do it on purpose! My skirt wouldn't let me move."

"I can think of a way to rid you of that little problem young lady."

"I'm sure you can." I eyed him seductively, biting my lower lip. "Lead the way."

He carried me onto the porch and practically kicked down the front door in his excitement. Once inside, he kicked the door closed again with the heel of his boot. I looked into his eyes and was in awe by the love he had for me. I forgot why I was nervous in the first place. Jacob was my sun. Being with him was as easy as breathing. With that in mind, I pulled him down into a passionate kiss and let my tongue snake around his smooth lips. He moaned against my heated tongue. I thought he would head directly towards his bedroom, but he surprised me when he sat down at the kitchen table, pulling me into his lap. I looked at him questioningly. He simply shrugged and with a voice peppered with sex asked, "So, what was that about some overdue books, Ms. Swan?"

I turned bright red not knowing how to respond. Seated on his lap, I was well aware of his growing arousal. Was he trying to role-play with me? We'd never done anything like that before and I felt clumsy and nervous about how to proceed.

"Well, yeah…uh…um," I stuttered.

His hands immediately caressed my face and he kissed me deeply, ostensibly cutting off anything else I might have added. "Mmm, why don't you be Bella, and I'll just be Jake." He took his cowboy hat off and placed it on the table. "How about we just be us?"

I smiled widely at him and replied, "That sounds nice. But, Jake," I reached for the hat and placed it back on his head. "Keep your hat on."

He growled and kissed me feverishly, his hands roaming my body desperate to touch what had been denied him for so long. My hands strayed over his strong arms and moved up to the soft skin of his firm chest. I rested my hands there and trembled at the powerful beating of his heart.

I pushed his vest off his shoulders, down to the ground. I continued our passionate kisses while I slowly undid his shirt buttons and pulled his shirt off to reveal his beautifully sculpted torso. I leaned in and kissed his neck, teasing his collarbone with soft flicks of my tongue all while he squeezed my ass tightly in his hands, grinding me against his member.

Jacob picked me up and set me on the table in front of him. He stood up from his chair and nuzzled against my neck with his nose, inhaling my scent and releasing a gratified groan. He reached into my hair and gently removed the clips and bindings that held it up. My hair tumbled down freely around my shoulders. He ran his fingers through it sending electric sparks throughout my scalp and brought the strands up to his nose. We both sighed contentedly. I reached for my glasses but he quickly held my wrists firmly in his large hands and said, "No, those stay on."

His voice was so authoritative and laced with desire that I had no choice but to obey. He slowly moved to my sweater, his hands nimbly unbuttoning me, exposing the swells of my breasts encased in flimsy, blood-red lace. Thanks to Leah, I knew that part of the whole librarian fantasy was the perceived innocence conveyed through modest clothing with the sex kitten hiding close under the surface. I was rewarded with a sexy groan from Jacob that bordered on a tortured whimper. His eyes raked my flesh as his hands cupped, squeezed, and massaged my breasts, teasing my aching nipples threw the thin lace.

From his standing position, I had better access to the rest of his body. My hands trailed down the smooth skin of his chest and moved over every inch of his rippled abdomen until they reached his oversized belt buckle nestled against the dark patch of hair that led to the source of his arousal. Happy trail, indeed, I thought. His hands moved to my hips allowing me room to undo his buckle, jeans, and the chaps that clung to his thighs so enticingly. Once the chaps fell to the floor, he pulled away to kick off his boots and take off his socks. It never ceased to amaze me just how beautiful he could look simply in a pair of jeans.

Between hot, wet kisses, I managed to tug his jeans down off of his hips. I used the pointed toe of my shoe to nudge the pants all the way down to the floor. He stepped out of them and stood before me, naked and beautiful. A fire burned in my loins as I sat on the table staring at his hard member. I licked my lips in anticipation just aching to facilitate his release with my mouth. I was about to jump off the table and throw myself on my knees in front of him to do just that when he stopped me.

"I like where your mind is going Bells, but that can wait. We've got all night and I want to be inside you before I explode. I need you so bad. I've missed you so much."

"Jake, I've missed you too. I don't want to go another minute without you touching me. I want you so badly it actually hurts."

"Well, we can't have that can we?"

He sat back down in the chair looking up at me. His erection stood tall and proud, rising up from his lap. He grabbed my right leg which was dangling down from the table and held my foot in his hands. He eased the shoe off my foot and then moved to the other one. Once my feet were bare he caressed them in his hands as his lips alternated between my legs and he kissed me on the ankles, my calves; all the way up until he reached the hem of my skirt. His movements were painfully slow when I just wanted him to take me. My sex ached and dripped for his hard arousal to ravage me. He lowered his head between my legs and buried his nose in the crease behind my knee and inhaled deeply.

He erupted out of his chair spreading my legs so that they strained against the tight fabric. He stepped between my thighs and pressed into me so that I was leaning back on the table, propped up on my elbows.

"What did you do?" His tone was seductive, but his words confused me. Did I do something wrong? I tried to speak but his hands, which had previously been gripping my outer thighs, began a slow and steady ascent up my inner thighs to the apex of my throbbing heat. It was then that I understood Jake's sudden mood change. He had discovered the wardrobe adjustment I made before leaving my house. I left my panties in my room thinking that I'd have ample opportunity to tease or torment Jacob throughout the party. Though that hadn't panned out the way I had planned, it was clear that my lack of panties was going to get me exactly what I wanted; Jake inside me, fast and hard.

His fingers slid up my wet folds and I moaned, throwing my head back in ecstasy. His lips devoured my neck and he whispered in my ear, his voice strained and breathy.

"No panties, Bells? My shy, sweet, innocent Bella really is a naughty girl underneath."

I was on the verge of my own climax and I had barely been touched. He licked me from the base of my neck up to my jaw and gently sucked and nipped at my earlobe. I was panting with need as he pushed his fingers into my entrance.

"Oh God Bells…so hot…so tight…so wet for me."

I sought his lips with my own and kissed him like I wanted to eat him alive.

"Jake, please…I can't wait any longer."

He removed his fingers making me groan at the loss of his touch. He then roughly pushed my skirt up past my hips and drove his hard member into my heat with one swift motion. I cried out at the sensation, unable to contain the pleasure I felt at being joined so intimately with him again. He ground against me then held his body still and rested his forehead against mine. His arms held me tightly to him. I felt every muscle, every sinew of his being touching me. Our eyes locked and I wanted to cry from the love and devotion reflected back at me.

"I love you Bells," he whispered. "Please don't ever leave me."

He pulled out and thrust back into me, building a steady rhythm. "I love you Jake…oh God…never…I'll …never leave you." I couldn't formulate coherent sentences as he pounded into me again and again. The table creaked underneath the strain of our lovemaking.

Jacob guided me down so that my back was spread out before him across the table. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he drove deeper and deeper into my core. His hands caressed and squeezed my breasts through my bra. I was dying to feel his hands and his tongue on my bare skin. He seemed to read my mind and reached behind my back and deftly unhooked my bra, pulling the straps down my arms, never breaking rhythm. His hot tongue swirled around the swell of my breasts and he bit and pulled on my aching nipples with his teeth. The only clothing that remained between the two of us was my skirt, which was hiked up around my waist, and his cowboy hat.

His hands were everywhere at once. My skin was tingling and humming with the electricity generated by our desire. I knew he felt it too because his thrusts got harder and faster. I felt the familiar tightening begin at the base of my stomach.

"Oh God Jake! I'm almost there. Don't stop…don't stop."

He grasped my shoulders as he pulled me tighter against his body. Each thrust rubbed up against my bundle of nerves and before I knew it I was seeing stars from a mind-blowing orgasm that immediately triggered Jacob's own release. We cried out and groaned, clinging to one another, kissing sweetly as we came down from our highs.

He leaned over me touching and kissing for several minutes before withdrawing from my body. He helped me off the table and to my feet. He unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground. Once I was completely nude, he ducked down, his hands moving to the backs of my thighs as he pulled me back up into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to his bedroom. I kissed every inch of his face, slowly and languidly. He laid me down on his bed and from the look in his eyes, I knew we had only completed round one of the night's activities. He took the hat off and placed it atop his bedside lamp. He lowered himself onto my body, resting his head on my breasts. My arms immediately enveloped him and I wondered if my heart would break my chest with how hard and fast it was beating.

My fingers mindlessly roamed over his shaved head as my body began to relax. Normally, I would be pulling and tugging at his long strands, but since they were gone, I'd have to make do. Jacob wrapped his arms under my back and up and over my shoulders, pressing me tightly against him. The room was silent except for the sound of our labored breathing.

"Jake," I asked dreamily. "Is it always going to be like this?"

"Like what?" he mumbled against my breasts.

I sighed deeply, stroking the back of his neck methodically. "Are you always going to want me this much? Am I always going to turn you on?'

He locked eyes with me and said, "How can you even ask me that?"

"I notice you didn't answer the question."

He nuzzled between my breasts, making a pillow for his head. "That's because it's a stupid question."

"Not really," I continued. "What happens when I'm fat with your kids?"

I felt him smile against my skin and knew he had a sexy smirk on his face even if I couldn't see it. "Well, then there'll just be more of you to love. I'm a big guy. I can handle a big girl."

"You won't be grossed out?"

"I love you. You'll always be beautiful to me. Even if you don't think you are."

"Okay, but what about when I'm old and wrinkly? Are you still going to want me then?"

He raised his head and looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Honey, you'll be screaming my name in the nursing home and all the old biddies will be jealous."

A wave of wet heat crashed into my core. I inhaled a ragged breath and gently bit my lower lip. I flushed at the look of desire so evident on his face. "Oh," I smirked playfully. "You're that confident in your abilities?"

His eyes flashed in acceptance of my challenge. I felt his hardness press into my thigh as he hovered over me. He positioned himself at my entrance, his eyes bright with lust. He thrust into my core so quickly, and without warning, that it made my head spin. It felt so good to have him inside me again. It had only been a few minutes but it had felt like an eternity not to be connected to him. I managed a strangled, "Jacob!"

He ground against me, halting his movements, and moaned against my ear. He nuzzled my neck and whispered, "See, I told you I could make you scream."

And I did scream. We had the house to ourselves. We were young, we were in love, and we were together. I embraced the fact that I didn't have to keep quiet. Jacob's thrusts came in a steady rhythm. I cried out every time his member rubbed against my sensitive bundle of nerves. Sweat dripped from his body, making my own slick and hot. My hips pushed up against him as we fought frantically to get closer; closer. He groaned and grunted like an animal, forcing my body to experience pleasure like it never had before. I was breathless, sore, exhausted, and exhilarated. Our mouths and tongues fought endlessly in an attempt to physically consume one another. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, his fingers circled my nub, pinching and tugging sending me into oblivion, clinging to him like a life preserver. As my orgasm shattered through me, I felt him reach his own climax and he yelled my name in a primal scream.

He lowered himself back onto me as we both attempted to catch our breath. He supported his weight on his forearms, which were positioned on either side of my head. I kept my eyes closed, simply enjoying the euphoria that had claimed my mind, body, and soul. Parched and breathless, he rolled onto his back, bringing me with him so that my head rested on his chest. There were no words. Our rapidly beating hearts and our labored breathing was testament enough to the wonderful experience we had shared. His arms caressed my back while I placed lazy kisses on his chest. I couldn't get the content smile off of my face. Jacob looked at me, his eyes bright and filled with happiness. I snuggled closer to him and threw my leg over his hips, my calf brushing against the dark, coarse hair that nestled below his waist. I traced circles all over his chest and down his stomach while I hummed. I instantly felt his stiff erection brush against my calf. I looked up at him in utter disbelief.

He smiled bashfully. "What can I say?" he asked. "It's been a while."

And at that point I knew I was in for a long night.

The next morning I awoke to a cold breeze coming in through Jacob's open bedroom window. His body was like an electric blanket for me, but even with his natural warmth, I found it difficult to stay asleep with the cold chill air of fall trickling in. As it was, I was lying face up on his bed, exposed from the waist up; his sheet lay haphazardly across my hips. Jacob snored lightly and peacefully beside me. He was face down on my right with one arm draped over my chest. I smiled when I realized that even in his sleep he had the presence of mind to cup my breast in his warm hand. I carefully extricated myself from his grasp in an effort not to wake him. He looked so beautiful and happy while he slept that I couldn't bear to disturb him. My eyes strayed to his cowboy hat that was situated on his bedside lamp. I reached over and put it on my head, heedless of what could have possibly compelled me to do it.

I snuck out of the room, not bothering to dress, especially since I hadn't brought any clothes with me. I freshened up in the bathroom then headed into the kitchen for a drink of water. I drank down a full glass and noticed Jacob's shirt lying on the floor where we left it the night before. I quickly put it on, inhaling Jacob's piney, woodsy scent. I only buttoned a couple of buttons to keep it from falling off, but left most of my skin, intimately exposed.

I snuck back into his room to see if he was still sleeping. He was still lying face down, stark naked with his perfect ass exposed, tempting me like a siren's call.

"Are you just going to stare at my luscious ass all day, or are you coming back to bed," he mumbled against the pillow.

I started in surprise and he smiled as he turned over, giving me a perfect view of his morning need. "Morning Bells. I like the outfit," he said as his eyes raked my body hungrily.

"Do you want breakfast?" I asked. Though joining him back in bed was the thing I wanted to do most, I knew that I needed a good meal to replenish my energy after the night we had. He seemed to agree because he simply nodded and said, "Sure." He moved to get out of bed presumably to help me, but I waved him off. "Nope, you stay here. I'll bring you breakfast in bed." He smiled and lay back down with his hands behind his head.

I opened the fridge and found a dozen eggs, tomatoes and peppers and figured omelettes would be a good idea. And then a lot of things seemed to happen all at once. I heard a loud thud coming from the bedroom and Jacob yelled, "Fuck, no you don't! Not now!" And then I heard voices coming through the front door. I froze in place seeing as I was too far from the bedroom and I had nowhere to hide.

Jacob came running out of his room wearing nothing but a sheet draped low on his hips. He pulled me behind him, acting as a shield as he approached our early morning visitors. We got to the front door just as Quil and Embry attempted to barge in.

"Get out and get out now!" Jacob snarled.

"Relax man," Embry said laughing. "We just came to see what you guys were up to today. And to tell you what went on at the party after you left. It was crazy." They both craned their necks around Jacob's body in an effort to see exactly what I was hiding. Luckily, Jacob was bigger than them and I was small enough that his body shielded me effortlessly. Unfortunately, Embry caught a glimpse of what I was wearing on my head. "Oh, by the way, nice hat Bella."

I blushed furiously and immediately threw the hat off of my head and shrunk back behind Jacob's body. Quil and Embry burst into laughter. But, Jake was not amused. He blocked them from taking a step further into the house.

"I don't know how many times I've told you jackasses to stay away when I'm with Bella. Now get OUT!"

"Alright, alright, geez, relax," Embry said, his arms held up in surrender.

"Yeah, it's not our fault you let your girlfriend do the walk of shame," Quil added.

Jacob simply pointed to the door and without another word they walked out the door and left us alone.

"Bells, I'm so…," he began. But, I held my hand up to stop him. "Nope, no apologies. I love those guys. They're annoying as hell, but if I don't toughen up now, I'll never get used to the whole Pack mind."

He gave me a brilliant smile and wrapped his free arm around my waist.

"You know, you look so damn sexy in my clothes. But, you look even better out of them. Come to bed."

"What about breakfast?" I asked.

"We'll have lunch instead."

He led me by the hand as we walked backwards towards his bedroom, undressing me with his eyes.

"Bells, do you think you could wear the glasses again?" He asked shyly. I grinned up at him and replied, "Okay, but only if you wear the cowboy hat."

He ran and picked up the discarded hat, dropping the sheet along the way. He placed the hat back on his head and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively saying, "Yes Ma'am," with a perfect southern twang.

A/N: So, I hope the party was a success. Let me know what you think and please review. Thanks.