Chapter 37: Being Honest
::Jacob POV::
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I drove away from Bella's school. I looked in the side mirror at people still staring after her. I hoped she wouldn't mind the ass slap, but it was all too tempting. I wanted everyone to know she was mine. A yawn interrupted my thoughts. I hadn't gotten much sleep and I wasn't used to waking up this early anymore. I drove back to Bella's house since it was the closest. The door was locked, but it only took me a second to scale the tree next to her window and make it back inside her room.
I threw myself onto her bed and breathed. Everything in here smelled exactly like her. I relived our night spent here and smiled into her sheets. Bella was simply amazing. I felt the familiar tightness responding to my thoughts of her, and I sighed. I rolled over and spoke to my crotch.
"Come on, give me a break! You got some, so give it a rest already." I ignored the uncomfortable throbbing and buried my face into her pillow. It was still slightly damp where she laid her wet hair this morning. I could smell her shampoo and other underlying Bella scents, and for a moment I could almost believe she was here, with me. I could imagine her soft body curled up against mine, and the sound of her even breathing as she slept. I groaned. It had now surpassed uncomfortable and was getting closer to painful.
But I wasn't going to do a thing about it. Now that I had Bella as an option, I was saving myself all for her. If she wasn't getting anything out of it, then neither was I. I was just going to have to wait until she got home, and until she had at least three orgasms. Then I could have one.
After I made sure she was taken care of. My beautiful, sweet, precious, Bella. Everything was second best compared to her.
My Bella.
Then I slept.
::Bella POV::
When I made it to class I couldn't help but notice all the stares. As I glanced around I saw that some of the faces that were looking at me also seemed angry. Like Mike. I hoped he wouldn't try talk to me...
My English exam was a breeze. Read this passage and tell me what it's supposed to mean. I had been doing the same thing for years now. I was defiantly done with school. For awhile at least.
Once my test was turned in I stared at the wall, thinking about my night with Jake. When we were married, every night would be like that... Just us, together.
A folded up piece of paper slid onto my desk. I opened it and read,
Hey, Bella! That was a hard test, wasn't it?
It was in Jessica's handwriting. I suppressed my groan and scribbled back,
It was okay.
And left it at that. Hopefully she would catch on that I didn't want to talk to her. I glanced around and saw no one was paying me any attention so I slid it over to Jessica, who was sitting on my left and back one seat. I could see her writing out of my peripheral. Damn. She handed it to the person in front of her who handed it to me without a glance.
Yeah. Have you bought your prom tickets yet?
Ugh, prom. I didn't even want to think about prom.
No, I'm not going.
I passed it back. Hopefully she would leave it at that. She handed it back.
Why not!? You can bring your boyfriend, it wouldn't matter that he doesn't go to school here.
I felt irritated at the word 'boyfriend.' I wrote back.
Actually he is my fiance, we are getting married this summer. And we have plans this weekend.
That should give her something to talk about, but I didn't mind. At this point I felt like walking around wearing a sign that let everyone know, just so I wouldn't have to deal with unwelcome approaches. It took her a minute before she passed it back.
Wow, you guys are getting married!? Well, I hope I'm invited to the wedding!
There was even a little smiley face at the end of her sentence. Ew, she was trying so hard to be nice it was sickening. I could see through her. I thought of a way to avoid out right inviting her.
It's going to be a small ceremony, but I will let you know.
I handed it back. Please, please, let her be done. I got an annoyed look from my neighbor when I was handed the note again. Apparently he was as tired of it as I was.
Awesome! Well I hope you have a good summer. Keep in touch.
I looked over my shoulder and nodded at her, then faced front again. I folded up the note and put it my pants pocket and tired to forget about that, but it was sticking in my mind. Why would she try to talk to me? What was her motive? I leaned down like I was getting something out of my bag and glanced over her while I was bending over. She was scribbling really fast onto another piece of paper, like she was having a hard time getting her hand to keep up with her thoughts. I fished around for a moment, then pretended to give up when I saw her moving her arm out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and watched as she passed a piece of folded paper to Lauren, who was sitting behind her, then turned in my seat. Now I was absolutely sure she was up to no good.
My thoughts were cut off by Mr. Berty asking if all the tests were in, and reminding us to clean out our lockers. Once they were passed in and we were dismissed, I jumped out of my seat and hurried out the door. I made a pit stop at my locker and got the notes I would need for my next exam, then headed out the front doors. I immediately scanned the parking lot for Jake's car, but I didn't see it. I did another sweep and still couldn't find it. There wasn't a lot of traffic, just a few lingering seniors, everyone else was either in class or gone.
I looked at my watch and it was half past Ten, but I decided I should give him some time before I tried calling around for him, since I didn't even know where he was. Apparently he needs a cell phone, too. I walked back to my locker and started cleaning it out since now was a good time. It was relatively organized so it didn't take but a minute. I returned my library books and checked in all my text books except for my Chemistry and History book, which were my last exams.
Once I was done at the library I quickly used the facilities. I hoped it would be the last time I was subjected to a public school rest room. One could only hope.
I walked back to the front doors and saw that I had only taken about Fifteen minutes. The parking lot was now empty of everyone except for Jessica, Lauren, and Katie standing with Mike at his new car. From here, it looked like a Mustang, but I wasn't sure. Must be a graduation present. It only took a second for me to see Jake was still not here. Mike looked up and made eye contact with me, and I quickly looked down, hoping he wouldn't interfere.
Jake, where are you?
I pulled out my cell phone and called Jake's house number. Billy answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Bella. Is Jake there?"
"No... He didn't come home after he dropped you off, I figured he was at your house."
"Oh, okay, I'll try there."
"Whats wrong?"
"Nothing, he was just supposed to pick me up and he's not here yet. He's probably just running late though, it's okay."
"Well, let me know when you get home. And call me back if you can't find him."
"I will. Bye."
As I was talking to him I walked down the steps towards the curb so I would have a full view of all the cars, and be able to see if he was driving up. I kept my eyes on the ground to avoid slipping and breaking something since I was walking and talking at the same time. After I ended the call I glanced up to check one more time before I called my home number, but I froze with my phone still held out in front of me as my eyes locked on him. Not Jake.
Edward.
I knew he wasn't there when I first came out, and I was unsure if I should trust myself. It could be possible that I had progressed to full on hallucinations. My eyes flashed to Mike's car and saw conformation that he was there. Every person was standing with their mouth hanging open, and what looked like a piece of gum fell from Mike's mouth as I glanced at him, and he didn't even seem to notice. He just looked livid with jealously.
My eyes shot back to Edward who was walking around a beautiful black car that made Mike's new car look like a heap of scrap metal compared to this. I wondered where his modest Volvo was? He strolled gracefully over to me and stopped about a foot away. I hated my heart for pounding and the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I was rooted to the spot, but managed to lower my arm as I waited to see what was going to happen.
"Bella..." He spoke softly, even though no one was close enough to hear us. "Can I offer you a ride?" I automatically shook my head and said,
"No." But he smiled, and didn't seem to be discouraged at all.
"Alice saw you waiting. I just thought you could use a lift home. I'm sure you don't want to stand out here for another hour. It looks like rain." He was using his velvety voice to his advantage. As if in confirmation the sky gave a low warning grumble. I looked in the direction of the beaches and saw the dark clouds rolling in over the distant tree tops. I had to close my eyes so he wouldn't see me rolling them. Of course Alice had 'seen.' But then I thought of something.
"I thought you were supposed to be keeping your being in town a secret?" He gestured over his shoulder to the idling car and said,
"I can explain in the car." I let him see me roll my eyes this time. I didn't want to accept this favor from him. It felt wrong, like it was going to end badly. Like it was going to cost me something. But when I weighed my options, it was tempting because I didn't want to keep waiting. The sky was flashing menacingly at me and I didn't want to be stuck in that. It only took me a few seconds to work this out, and to see that I might as well make sure that I got something out of this. He knew what everyone was thinking, and I wanted to know also.
"Fine. One condition." He nodded his head.
"Anything." I didn't hesitate.
"Answer every question I ask. Truthfully. No matter what." He said,
"Of course. After you." And turned and motioned me to the car. He opened and shut the door for me. I slipped the silky seat belt around me and buckled it by the time he was back in the drivers seat. When we were driving I asked,
"What kind of car is this?" He looked surprised but said,
"It's an Aston Martin Vanquish. You like it?"
"It's cool. If you like new cars." I tried to sound nonchalant. He gave me a prefect smile that made my stomach leap and I had to turn away. I looked right at Jessica as we drove by, and I couldn't help but to smile at her. Once we were leaving the parking lot I asked,
"What is Jessica thinking right now?" I looked over when he didn't answer right away and saw that his face had darkened.
"She's an evil minded person. Why would want to know what goes on in her mind?"
"Because I do. You said you would answer my questions." I pointed out. He huffed a little.
"She's just being immature! She's jealous of you. She doesn't actually hate you, but she's getting close. She wants to be you. She is ridiculous."
"Oh. And why was she trying to be nice to me? What was that about?"
"She was hoping you would let her get close enough to sink her claws in to Jacob. Her exact thought was, 'I want one.'" He scoffed, but I was starting to boil. One of these days, she was going to get what she deserved. I thought back to them all standing there, gaping like fishes, and couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't every day that I had the pleasure of dropping their jaws twice. Edward said,
"What? Why are you laughing?" He looked annoyed.
"It really bugs you that you don't know what I'm thinking, doesn't it?" I asked like I already knew the answer.
"Of course. It's infuriating. But I know you wouldn't want me to, so I'm okay with it." I thought about that for a second, then said,
"Actually, I wish you could." He stared at me.
"What do you mean?" I shrugged, and picked at my nails.
"I wish you could read my mind. I mean, it would be a little annoying, not being able to have a secret or private thought... But at least then you would understand." I dug up the courage to look over at him. He was still watching me, and I wondered if he was paying any attention to the road. "Then you would know what you did to me." He finally looked away.
"I know I can never change what I've done, but isn't there some way I can make it up to you?" He sounded slightly desperate. I answered his question as honestly as I could.
"No." I shrugged. "Maybe if there was some way for you to see inside my head, then we would be even. Until then, until you feel what I feel, I don't know if I can ever forgive you." It was surprisingly easy to be so truthful with him, and it felt like he understood. I had to take a deep breath and try to hold my hands steady.
"I won't ever stop trying to make it right, though. I will die trying." He sounded like he had already made up his mind about that.
"Even if I asked you not to? What if I asked you to leave, and never speak to me again?" I challenged.
"Is that what you want?" He asked, with a hard, stony look on his face.
"Maybe it is." I said, bluffing. Even though I was with Jake, I still wanted to keep Edward in my life somehow. I didn't want to lose him again.
"Then say it. Say the words." He waited, and I didn't say a thing. "Tell me you want me out of your life forever. Tell me to leave you alone." His words were coming out harsh, and I tried not to let my fear show.
"Would you do what I said?" I asked him. Something about his exterior seemed to crumble and he said,
"I will do whatever you want. Anything you say, no matter how much pain it might cause me, I would do whatever I could for you. Just tell me what you want, Bella. Please." I glanced back at him and this time I really looked at him. I didn't realize vampires could look exhausted, but Edward did. He was drawn, and looked worn. His eyes were solid black, not a hint of gold. I wondered how thirsty he was right now, and how hard it must be for him, being trapped in the car with me. I shuddered.
"I just want to be happy." I said in a moment of vulnerability. He didn't say anything for a moment.
"Would you not be happy with me?" He whispered. I closed my eyes. This wasn't something I wanted to think about. It was a personal rule of mine not to think of what 'might' have been between Edward and I, and this was getting a little too close for comfort.
"I don't know. Maybe if you never had left it would have worked out. But the 'what ifs' don't matter. Things have changed."
"You mean your feelings have changed." He corrected.
"Well, yes, some of them have." I agreed. "A lot of things have changed, and I have to take all of that into consideration." I admitted.
"My feelings haven't changed. Are you taking that into consideration as well?" I looked back out of the window. I was being honest with him so far and I wanted to keep it that way, but I wasn't trying to purposefully hurt him. Then I took in the surrounding trees and wondered out loud,
"Where are we?" I didn't see any cars or houses.
"Still in town, I was just driving around. Is there anywhere you want to go?" He asked smoothly, but I answered,
"Yeah. Home." I wanted to find Jake. I knew he was going to go postal when he saw me in the car with him, but I couldn't risk him worrying about where I was. Edward never acknowledged my request but I assumed he was heading in the right direction. I remembered my question from earlier.
"And what about you showing up at my school? Now everyone is going to be talking."
"Actually, Alice and Esme already took care of that today. They made a few appearances around town and said they we were here for a summer vacation. We had to come up with some reason so we could go to your graduation and so that Alice could plan your wedding." I was amazed he was able to say that with a straight face. I realized that now Charlie would know that they were back, and I wasn't looking forward what he would have to say about it. Edward cut across my thoughts,
"Can we go somewhere and talk sometime? Just me and you." He asked quietly.
"I don't know..." I was pretty sure how Jake would feel about me going somewhere with him, alone.
"I know I have no right to ask anything from you, and this will be the only time I ever will. But if I could just have a chance... Some of your time..." He paused for a moment. "If it's closure you want, or answers, what ever, I will give it to you. Just please, give me this." I had to blink a few times, then I asked,
"When?" How could I say 'No?' And I had to be honest with myself... Part of me wanted to know what he had to say.
"Now. Tonight. Soon. When ever it's a good time for you." I let out a laugh. A good time? There wasn't a good time for something like this. I didn't say anything to him, though, I just shook my head. We pulled onto my street and he parked in front of my house. I put the strap of my bag on my shoulder and gathered my books into my arms.
"I'll let you know. Thanks for the ride." I tried to smile at him, but the look on his face was making my heart hurt, and I couldn't really get my face to cooperate. His eyes flashed away, and his expression went from pain to anger. Before I could ask him what was wrong, my door was flung open and I was jerked out of the car by my arm. The grip was tight around my upper arm, almost bruising and searing. I managed to plant my feet on the ground and take in Jake's trembling, shirtless form to understand. Oh yeah, he was going postal all right. I calmly said,
"Jake, you're hurting me." The words had barely left my mouth when two things happened simultaneously. Jake's grip relaxed considerably, but didn't release me, and a freezing hand wrapped around the same arm, right below my elbow and Jake's grip. Edward hadn't even bothered to go around the car, he just jumped across the seats and out the door, with a low growl rumbling in his throat.
"Let. Her. Go." he hissed menacingly. I licked my lips and was about to say it was okay, but Jake got there before I did.
"Get your hand off of her!" Jake snarled down at Edward, who looked small compared to him. But Edward didn't even flinch when he flexed his muscles threateningly. He just... Grinned?
"You wouldn't risk it, not when she is so close." Risk it? Risk what?
"Making excuses, are we?" Jake mocked, then said more seriously, "Get your hand off of my fiancee. Now." Edward stared at him, and I could feel the challenge rising between them. I hurriedly said,
"I'm fine, Edward. Really. You should go." He ignored that.
"If you ever hurt her, you will answer to me." Edward said to Jake, then turned to me. "Please consider what I asked you." He searched my face and eyes as he slipped his hand away from my arm. Jake shifted so that he was in front of me, halfway blocking him, and Edward seemed unable to just leave it that. "Try to pay attention to your fiancee from now on, so I won't have to pick up your slack." He said, his voice dripping with venom.
"Don't worry, I won't need any help from you ever again." Jake said quietly, but Edward was already walking around his car and Jake slammed the passenger door so hard the entire car shook from the force. I didn't even see Edward look back as he slammed his own door and sped off. Jake steered me to the house, still clutching my arm.
"Can I have my arm back now?" I reminded him. He let it go, but wrapped his arm around my waist instead. I didn't say anything about it. We went inside and Jake picked up the phone and called his dad and let him know we were both there and okay, then he collapsed on the couch. I walked over and sat next to him, and he said,
"I'm sorry. I over slept. I never do that, I always wake up when I need to."
"It's not a big deal."
"Yes, it is, Bella. It is a really big deal. I was literally on my way to get you no less then five minutes after you called my dad. When I got there, and you were gone..." He stopped, and seemed at a loss for words. "Why didn't you wait on me?"
"I'm sorry! I didn't know where you were! It was about to start raining, I just wanted to get home, and he showed up on his own, it's not like I called him." I pointed out.
"I know, I'm sorry. Is your arm okay?" I was absentmindedly rubbing it, but I stopped and said,
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... Don't freak out like that, okay? It's not like I was in trouble, or something." He spun his body around to face me.
"You just don't get it do you?" He shouted at me. Having his anger directed at me made me shrink back into the cushions. "He could have killed you at any second today. And you went with him willingly! You have no concept of how dangerous he is." He paused, then seemed to remember something. "What did he ask you?" I took a deep breath, and continued my honest streak.
"He wanted me to give him some alone time."
"And what did you tell him?" he asked harshly.
"That I would have to let him know. I knew you would feel strongly opposed to me going anywhere with him..."
"'Strongly opposed?'" He roared, then laughed sarcastically. "Yes, I admit I am strongly opposed to you running off with a vampire! I won't let you." My eyes narrowed and I asked,
"Let me?" I felt a little angry, but I stopped, and tried a different approach. "Why, other then my safety, do you not want me to go?" He ground out,
"Because... I don't... Want you to." I could see how much turmoil this was causing him, and since all this stress could be avoided I just shrugged my shoulders.
"Fine. I won't go." His anger seemed to vanish almost instantly.
"Are you serious? You won't?" He asked, like he didn't believe me.
"If it means that much to you, then no. I mean, you are the only person I have any obligation to, so if you feel that strongly about it, then don't worry. I'll stay with you."
"Are you tricking me?"
"Tricking you? No."
"It feels like you are using reverse psychology on me, or something." he mumbled.
"No, I'm being serious. We can just forget about it."
"Why were you even wanting to go in the first place?" He asked, and sounded a little hurt. I wasn't going to start lying now, so I said,
"Well, he agreed to answer every question I asked him. And there are some things that are still... Unresolved between us. I just thought it would be like tying up the loose ends. But I'm not going to do that at your expense. If this situation were reversed, and you were asking this of me, I know how I would feel about it, so it's okay." He just watched me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders and brought me up to him. He took a deep breath and started apologizing.
"I'm sorry, Bella. For yelling, and for hurting you. I didn't mean to." I sat up and looked at him, but before I could speak he said, "I know I should be able to let you go... But how can I know that you will come back to me?" He sounded so torn up.
"Is that what you are so worried about? Listen, Jake, I will never leave you. You know that I'll come back because I'm telling you that I will." He shrugged his shoulders and said,
"Fine. Then go to him. Say whatever you need to, and hear whatever he has to say, but you promise me... You swear on my life that you will come back."
"Jacob, I swear on my own life that no matter what, I will always, always, come back to you. I will always be yours." I kissed him and he crushed me to him. Right now, I didn't care what Edward had to say, I just wanted to convince Jake that everything was okay, that we were together. That we had each other. I pulled away slightly and breathed against his lips, "Tell me you are mine."
"Isabella, My Queen, I am only yours. I'm going to spend the rest of my life serving you and pleasuring you and keeping you happy." He brought me into his lap and continued. "You will always be safe and taken care of. We are going to make a life together, one that we can both be proud of. I will stick by your side no matter what. I love you..." I cut him off with a kiss and he responded with vigor. Our limbs were wrapped around each other and in his attempt to roll us over, we ended up in the floor, but we didn't care. There was barely enough coherency between us to remove our clothes, and once the essentials were out of the way, Jake buried himself inside me with a grunt.
The floor wasn't exactly comfortable, but Jake cradled my head in his hand, holding my mouth to his while he moved between my legs. I was moaning against his lips and I had my arms wrapped around his neck, trying to keep myself in place. I could feel the trembles building up so I arched my body against his. It finally erupted and racked my body over and over and Jake slowed to help ease me down. Once it was over I went limp in his arms and he smiled,
"Are you giving in so soon?" I laughed.
"No, I just need to rest for a moment."
"Hey, I've got this, you don't have to do a thing."
"Won't you ever get tired?" I teased. He shrugged.
"Maybe after a few hours. Wanna find out how long it'll take?" He said as he gave me his trademark grin.
"You know, I have a feeling we just might." Jake pulled me up into sitting position with him and kissed me once again. This sure was going to be a fun ride.
Once we were done making love on the floor sometime later, we both managed to drag ourselves into the shower upstairs. We each had carpet burn on various parts of our bodies, not to mention Jake's claw marks and a hickey on my left breast. We enjoyed our shower time and played in the water until it ran cold. When we got out, and we were both wrapped up in towels I opened the bathroom door to let the steam out and gave a startled gasp when I saw Charlie standing outside the door, leaning against the frame. Jake popped into view behind me to see what scared me then stepped back behind the door with a mortified look on his face. Charlie just looked angry.
"Dad!" I made sure the towel was covering everything properly before continuing. "What are you doing here so early?" Oh crap, I didn't even know what time it was, but there was no way it was time for him to be him home already.
"I had to drop off the new carpet. What do you think you are in there doing with him?"
"We were just taking a shower." I said, truthfully. "Don't look so shocked! I'm eighteen, Daddy. And Jake and I are getting married, it's not like I'm just sleeping around." Wow, sometimes honesty is the best policy, it seemed to be working pretty good for me today. He just simply stared at me. I continued, "I'm sorry you walked in on this, I promise you, it won't happen again. I hope you still respect both of us." He nodded and said,
"Jacob." He walked back into view and said,
"Yes, sir?"
"I could use your help putting this carpet down."
"No problem, Sir." I was afraid that Charlie was about to say something else so I said,
"What do you want for dinner tonight?" In an attempt to change the subject. It took him a second to process my question, but when he thought about it, he said,
"Lasagna sounds good."
"Okay, no problem. See you tonight." He nodded then he turned and walked out. Once the front door shut behind him I put my hand over my heart and said,
"Whew. That could have gone a lot worse." Jake agreed,
"Seriously. He was wearing his gun and everything."
"I guess you know what that means!" I teased him as we walked into my bed room.
"What?" He asked, genuinely confused. I put him out of his misery and told him.
"He likes you." Once he thought about it, he smiled and said,
"Yeah, I guess you're right." And he didn't stop smiling, until he said, "Bella, I want to meet your mom. I think she should have a chance to get to know me before our wedding."
"I know, I think so too. I'll call her soon and we will work something out. But right now we need to get dressed and eat, cause I'm hungry." I threw him one of his shirts and a pair of boxers I had stolen from him, but he would just have to wear the same shorts, though. Once I was dressed, I picked up my brush and began attacking the tangles in my hair. After only a few jerks of my arm, Jake took my hand and stopped me. He took the brush and said,
"Here, let me." He steered me over to the bed and sat me down while he stood in front of me. "This is how my Mom used to brush her hair. You start at the bottom, and work you way up, like this." And he demonstrated it. He gently tugged the brush through the bottom few inches of hair, and it pulled out with no problem. He worked his way up until he could run it from my scalp to the tips without getting caught on anything, then moved over to the next section. I let my eyes close for a moment so I could enjoy the feel of his fingers combing my hair to the side until he had it all tangle free.
"There. That's better." He said in satisfaction once he was done. I stood and wrapped myself up in his arms and asked,
"Why are you so good to me?"
"Because I love you. And you let me." I pulled back and smiled.
"I'll always let you. Now come on, let me feed you." I pulled him in the direction of the door.
"Fine, I guess I can let you do that." He said in mock exasperation.
I finally got to make him some pancakes and sausage, and we ate as many as we could before we felt sick. I finished off my glass of milk and burped loudly before laughing and saying,
"Excuse me." Jake took a breath and let out a huge belch that seemed to shake the table, and finished with an,
"I win." I shook my head at him but couldn't help but laugh. I decided to put the lasagna together so all Charlie had to do was turn the oven on then get it out an hour later. After I had everything cleaned and put away, I tired to think of a way to bring up talking to Edward without upsetting Jake, but he beat me to it.
"Bella, before you go off with him, I wanted to ask you for something."
"Okay, what?"
"I want the same thing. When you get back, I want to get some answers to some of my questions. And you can ask me anything as well." It was only fair and I said,
"Sure. We can do that now, if you want. Ask me anything."
"No, I want to wait. We will have something to look forward to when you get back." I could tell just by looking in his eyes how much this meant to him.
"Of course. No problem." I looked around and my eyes landed on the phone and lingered. I guessed I should call Alice, she would know where to find him and let him know. I looked back up at Jake and he was staring right at me.
"There's one other thing..." I nodded to encourage him. "I want to use one of my hours." I had to think about that before I remembered.
"Oh, yeah. Okay. What do you want me to do?" He took my hand and said,
"Come with me." He took me upstairs and to my bedroom. "Stand right here." He said, and gathered me up into a big hug. I was a little confused but I hugged him back anyways. It seemed like he was trying to press as much of me into him as possible. He let me go and looked at me while smoothing back my hair. He started running his fingers along my cheeks and forehead, almost like how a blind person reads your face, like he was learning me. He began placing light kisses on me and I started to wonder what he was doing. His hands had worked down to my neck and shoulders, almost massaging me. He deepened the kiss and I was barely aware of my shirt being pulled up then over my head. Once it was off he spun me around and nuzzled my neck from behind. I could feel goosebumps appearing wherever his breath grazed across my skin. He rubbed my shoulders and back as he removed my bra then stood in front of me again.
He keeled down, breaking away from my lips, but latched onto my breasts in exchange. I wasn't complaining. I was halfway holding myself up by the grip I had on his neck, and I barely had to lean forward for him to reach, and the feeling of his hands and mouth were making my knees weak so I was sagging into him, but he didn't even notice. I suddenly remembered I was supposed to be keeping time, since that was part of the deal and I glanced at the clock. 2:19. I decided to round up to half past three, and if he was still going by then, I'd stop him. Or maybe not, if he kept doing that suction thing with his mouth.
While he was down there, he helped me out of my pants. I started clawing at his shirt, trying to get it off but he wasn't helping. He stood and easily lifted me up with him and deposited me on the edge of my bed. I was disappointed when he didn't join me, but at least he didn't break body contact. I squirmed as he tickled my sides and belly, but I felt my self getting excited as he went lower and lower. He spread my legs and propped my feet on the bed with the rest of me, and I closed my eyes. I inhaled sharply when I felt his tongue flick my middle, and I held my breath waiting for him to do it again., but felt nothing. I lifted my head and peered down at him and saw he was smiling at me.
"What are you waiting for? An invitation?" I knew I was wearing my own version of his sexy little smirk. He said,
"I'm not waiting any longer." I watched as he dipped his head, but as soon as I felt him I sighed and fell back onto the bed. I made fists full of sheets as I tried to anchor myself. Jake teased me with quick lashes from his tongue that made my toes curl then alternated to long broad strokes that soothed and relaxed me. He finally let me release after the third time he brought me up, and even though it was mind shattering, I knew he could do me one better. I expected him to be done down there, but he kept at me, and I didn't have the heart to stop him since it felt so good. I was reduced to whimpers the second time he let me, and now I was really ready for him to just take me.
"Jake!" I moaned, "Please!" He let me go and keeled on the bed. I had just registered where he was when he suddenly pushed his way inside. I was already so wet he slid in without even a little traction, and I was so sensitive from all of our recent love making and his previous ministrations, I came again with in his first few strokes.
"Please what?" I was shuddering as I said,
"Don't stop!" He grunted in response and my eyes rolled in the back of my head. Jake pounded into me until my legs went limp and I pulled on his arms, trying to bring him down to me. We were both sweaty, and I knew for a fact I was tired, but Jacob's persistent hard on was proof he wasn't done yet. I had been pushed back by his thrusts and my head was hanging off the side of the bed until he reached down and scooped my head up in his hand and started kissing my face and neck.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, stop asking me that. I'm just tired. And sore. We've really been at this a lot lately."
"I know, I'm sorry. It's my fault, I need to control myself better." I leveled him with a stare.
"Jake, it's not just you, it's both of us. I've wanted and loved every minute of this with you. It makes me so happy that we can finally be together I can't seem to get enough of you." I could see how my words affected him, and he thrust inside me a little.
"Do you want to stop?" He whispered.
"Hell no. This is your hour. Do with me what you want... But I would like to flip over." I mirrored his grin. He did the work as always, and lifted my body like it weighed nothing. I balanced on the bed like I had the day before and he slowly re-entered me from behind.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle." He said as I gasped at the feeling of him. I could feel every inch of him filling me up as much as possible as he took his time, making long slow strokes. I tossed my head and moaned, revealing in the pleasure. He continued for a couple of minutes, and I was surprised when he grunted and started pushing into me more insistently sending me into orgasm right along with him. When we landed on the bed together, I felt like I'd been rung out and hung to dry. I had no more energy left, and it was all too easy to slip off into oblivion when Jake was so close and keeping me so warm.
I started awake, but managed to swallow my scream. I wasn't sure what I had been dreaming about, other then I felt like screaming but couldn't get my voice to work, so I tired to run, but couldn't get my legs to move, and when I finally forced myself to wake, I couldn't even remember what had been so scary. Jake was snoring slightly beside me, apparently he was still wiped out. I quickly made my way to the restroom and back and he didn't wake up when he heard me moving around, so I dressed as well. My cell was on the night stand and after I made sure it was on silent I sent Alice a text message.
Hey. Is Edward near you? I got a reply a few seconds later.
Yes, he's here, talking to Carisle. Is everything okay? I knew what she was trying to ask in a round about way. I quickly sent another one.
Of course, I'm fine. Could you please tell him I'm ready to talk? After I hit send, I looked over at Jake's slumbering form and debated what I should do. I still didn't have my truck so I couldn't drive, and that was getting really annoying. There was no way I could take his car, but I didn't want to wake him up and have him drive me somewhere to meet Edward, that would only end badly, I'm sure. My phone lit up and I read,
He's on his way to you. I felt a little panicky. Now I really didn't want him to wake up and find him hear, but I couldn't just leave... I glanced around the room and spotted the sticky note Jake had left on my window not that long ago. I knew it by heart;
"You are so beautiful when you sleep. Have a good day, I'll see you when you get home."
That helped me decide on what to do. I quickly scribbled him a note saying where I had gone and that I loved him. I hope he wouldn't be mad. I stuck it on the pillow next to him and held my breath as I backed out of the room. Now that I was sneaking, I was afraid any little noise would be twice as loud and wake him up, so I tried to be as quite as possible. I tiptoed slowly down the un-carpeted hallway then took the stairs one at a time so I wouldn't fall. I saw that it was raining outside so I grabbed my jacket and opened and closed the front door as softly as I could. As I walked to the end of the side walk I slipped my jacket on and pulled the hood over my head. I bounced on the balls of feet, wishing Edward would hurry and get here so we could get this over with. Then I could show Jake that I was telling the truth, that I would really come back to him. I owed him that. I looked back at the house, expecting to see him running down to me, but he wasn't there. I heard a car and saw Edward driving up. As soon as he was stopped I opened the passenger door and jumped in and said,
"Drive. Now." He consented and as we sped away I looked back over my shoulder until I couldn't see the house anymore, and I never saw any sign of him. I now felt guilty about just leaving him there, and was about to ask him to turn around so I could at least wake him up and tell him I was leaving when Edward said,
"Making a break from your keeper, are we? Getting cold feet?"
"My feet feel nice and warm at the moment, thank you very much. And he's not my keeper."
"Then why are you sneaking off without him knowing about it?"
"He does know. He said I could go. I just left while he was sleeping, and he's not going to be happy when he wakes up and doesn't know where I am."
"You mean you had to ask for his permissionto talk to me?" He scoffed, then sped up even more.
"No, I mean we talked it out like normal people in a relationship are supposed to." I looked right at him. "I don't believe in making a decision that will effect someone else without even discussing it with them first." He looked over for only a second. "I didn't have to do this, Edward. I could still be in my room, laying in Jake's arms right now, but I'm here, doing something that you asked me to do. You can at least not act so ungrateful." I wasn't speaking harshly, but it had a lot of feeling behind it.
"I understand this is hard on you. I promise you I am grateful that you are giving me this chance. Please don't think I'm not." He stopped and I felt a little guilty, but I didn't take anything back. I surveyed the scenery and saw that he made a turn that was slightly familiar, but it wasn't somewhere I went often. I asked,
"Where are we going?"
"I said I wanted some alone time with you, and I mean alone. I need quite. I don't want any one else in my head, I want it to just be us. There is one place where we can have that." I felt my heart clench in my chest. I now recognized where he was taking me.
The Meadow.