Chapter 7

Sam

"Come on man, please… Angela is going to be there, and some of her friends from Forks will be there, it's been so long since she's gotten to see them, and she really wants me to meet them. I'd run there, but its too busy once you get closer to town and I'll be seen." Jacob begged. He needed a ride since the Rabbit had given out about a week ago, and his imprint was already in Port Angeles for some sort of book fair.

I didn't want to go, but Jake was giving me his best impression of a puppy, and since he was a wolf, it wasn't a hard look to pull off.

"Fine." I caved, knowing that I couldn't tell him no when his imprint was involved. "You owe me though Black." I said to him. He just responded with a distant, "sure, sure." And I knew I had lost him to his thoughts of Angela.

I went back to my place to take a shower and put on some clothes and then I stopped by Jake's house to pick him up.

On the drive to Port Angeles Jake rambled on and on about his girl, then told me about how the Swan girl would be back in town, and might be there. I remember giving him the order not to talk to her anymore, and I know that it had hurt him. We just couldn't risk it though, she was dating a Cullen, and her loyalties could lie with them, even considering Jacob's friendship. If she was back, I hope that she didn't bring the leeched back with her.

When we made it to town I dropped Jacob off at the bar and parked down the street in a community parking area. I thought about walking back to the bar I'd let Jake at, but I decided I didn't want to hang around all Angela's Forks friends and potentially forced into conversation. Instead, I walked past the bar he was at and found another not too far ahead.

There was a cloud of smoke and a mass of people when I walked in, so I quickly made my way to the bar, ordered a beer, and planned on watching a rerun of the game on the old television that hung above the bar.

I was at about mid beer when I suddenly smelled the most delicious scent waft through the thick stench of cigarette smoke and pot. It smelled like peaches and honey, and when a beautiful woman that couldn't be taller than five foot two and had curves to die for stood near me waiting to get the bartender's attention, I knew where the scent had come from.

I watched her and listened as she ordered a vodka cranberry and an extra shot of Grey Goose. Her voice was soft and melodic, everything about her was feminine. I watched as she took her drinks, found a place to sit at the bar, and downed the shot. Her face twisted at the burn I knew had to be in her throat, so I could tell that she wasn't really a drinker, and wondered why she was here if she didn't normally drink. After that she sipped at her drink and seemed to just let her mind drift into space. She didn't talk to anyone, just quietly continued to nurse her drink.

I felt like a creep. I couldn't help but wonder why I kept staring. Maybe I just needed to see her face, she smelled incredible, had a fine ass, and her voice was so god damned pretty, but I still hadn't seen her face because she kept letting her long brown hair block my view.

Once I saw that she had finished her drink I thought fuck it, and ordered myself another beer, and another vodka cranberry for her and walked over to sit by her.

"Hey, I'm Sam. Mind if I sit?" I asked as I set the drink in front of her and motioned to the stool next to hers. She nodded so I sat down.

"I'm here alone while a buddy of mine is out with some friends of his girlfriend's, saw you were sitting alone, and thought we could be alone together." I told her. I sounded like an idiot, but this isn't what I normally do. I don't frequent bars, I don't make conversation with strangers, and I certainly don't meet women as beautiful as her everyday. In fact, now that she was looking at me and I could see her face, I'd have to say that she is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

She had full pale white skin with pink cheeks, although that could just be the alcohol. She had a small, rounded nose with light freckles across the bridge, succulent, full lips, the bottom one just larger than the top, and high cheekbones. What really got me though were her eyes, they were big doe eyes and they were the prettiest shade of chocolate brown with caramel swirls mixed in. Every bit of her was sexy.

"Well, I'm Marie, it's nice to meet you." She told me. I could tell that wasn't her real name because she hesitated before saying it, but I let it go. I don't blame her, I'm some random guy hitting on her at a bar, she was just looking out for herself.

"Likewise." I told her. Shit. I didn't know what else to say… "I got the right drink for you, yeah?" I asked her, even though I knew that was what she'd ordered before.

"Yeah, it's great, thank you." she told me. She seemed to take a moment now to really look at me. Before it was just some guy crowding her space, now I was some guy she was having a conversation with. The best part was, I could smell the faint beginnings of arousal from her and damn if that didn't turn me on. That smell on her was so enticing I almost swallowed my tongue. Unfortunately for me, she'd calmed herself down, and the scent began to fade away. At least I knew she was attracted to me.

"This is going to sound crazy Sam… but I get the feeling that I can trust you." She told me, making me wonder where she was going with this. "It's loud in here, it reeks, and bars aren't really my scene. Do you want to go for a walk on the beach with me?" She asked. I knew that bars weren't her scene, I thought before realizing that she'd just asked me to walk with her. I could feel myself frown momentarily. It wasn't because I didn't want to walk with her and get out of this dive bar, but because this angel was too trusting. I wouldn't hurt her obviously, but I know what kind of creatures go bump in the night. I shook that look off my face though as quickly as I could because I didn't want her to think that I was going to say no.

I actually didn't say anything at all. I just stood, left a tip on the bar to cover us both, and helped her up. We walked out of the bar together and as soon as we were outside she took a deep breath and sighed.

"I can finally breathe again!" She laughed. I laughed with her, happy to see her laugh. The way she was acting earlier I wasn't sure if something had been bothering her. We began our trek down a few block and into the sand.

"So Marie, what brings you here to a dive bar in Port Angeles?" I used her fake name she'd given me as I asked her. I wondered if she was travelling or if she is from here.

"I was here meeting old friends from high school." She told me. This made me think of another question I wanted to ask her. "I haven't spoken to some of them in years, but things didn't really go as planned so I just ended up at that bar. Thanks for getting me out of there by the way." She made me wonder what had happened with her friends, but as a stranger I wasn't really entitled to the information, so I just let it go.

"Ok. I have a question, but I don't mean to offend you." I warned her before asking, "How old are you? I know I've got to be older than you, but uh, I don't want someone to see us and think I'm some sort of creep, because I know you were in that bar, but you honestly don't look old enough to drink." I told her honestly.

She laughed at my expense before answering, " No worries, I am twenty three. How old are you?" Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight as she looked at me, and she was so fucking gorgeous it took my breath away.

"Twenty Seven." I answered her.

"See? That's not so bad." She told me. "What do you do for a living Sam?" she asked.

"I work in construction. I have my own business. I get to be my own boss, which I really like." I couldn't hide the pride in my voice, I was genuinely happy with what I do. I had to stick with construction though because it's not like I could tell her that I am the alpha of a pack of shape shifting wolves. I don't think she would feel so safe with me anymore if I told her all that.

"That must be nice, getting to set your own rates, and make your own schedule. Is there a lot of work here?"

"Well I don't do too much work here, I'm from out of town, but I do pick up quite a few contracts in my town, along with some side work here and there. What do you do for a living?" I decided to change the subject to talk about her, for some reason, I wanted to know everything about her.

"I just graduated college." She answered. "But, for now I plan to work at the market by where I live to make ends meet until I find a career."

"Congrats on graduation! What is your degree in?" I congratulated her honestly, I wish I had been able to go to college and graduate, even though I love working construction.

"Education. I want to be an English teacher." My mind filled with the image of her teaching a class of kids, somehow it just seemed to fit.

I spaced out for a moment, just wondering where this night was going when I felt her small hand slip into mine. I looked at her, surprised and she had the sweetest blush on her face. I wonder how much she had had to drink, not that I minded this. Her pale hand was so tiny and cool in my large overheated one.

"Oh wow! You're so warm!" She exclaimed as she moved to stand in front of me, then sneaked her other hand into mine. "Warm me up!" She giggled. I thought this girl has got to either be wasted or crazy. I was a total stranger, and there were other ways my mind and body would prefer to warm her up. A visible chill went down her spine as her hands were suddenly warm while the rest of her body was still shivering.

"Sam?" She asked me, and for the second time tonight I could smell the scent of her arousal, only it was so much stronger since this time it was unperturbed by the smell of cigarette and marijuana smoke. Fuck me, I thought.

"Again, this really isn't normal for me, but I trust you for some reason… I think you're attractive as hell, and I want to hook up. Do you want to go to the motel over there?" She asked me as straightforward as possible. Her eyes were wide and hopeful and it was hilarious to me that her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink even though she bluntly just asked me to shack up with her for the night.

"How much did you drink?" I wanted to make sure, hell yeah, I wanted nothing more than to take her to bed, but I wasn't about to take advantage of her. I'd never been that kind of man, and I wasn't about to start now.

"I promise, I'm not drunk. I had a couple of drinks, and I'm feeling good." She stood on her tiptoes in an attempt to kiss me, so I leaned down real close so she could reach, then she said, "but I am capable of decision making right now… and I want you to take me to that hotel right over there, and I want you to fuck me." Holy hell, that was fucking sexy I thought, then crashed my lips to hers, tasting her mint, peach, and of course vodka flavored mouth for the first time.

Author's note:

I am so relieved that they have finally met. Honestly, we aren't even to the part where I had planned to introduce them to each other, but this is just where the story took me, so I hope you guys approve.

Warning* the next chapter is going to be pretty citrusy!

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