Chapter 5

Tyler glanced at the mirror on the wall at the Head Shop before stepping out. He smoothed his fingers over the top of his head to a small bun at the back. He was eager to see what Bella thought of his new look. His hair had been a bit longer for a while now, and he kept it tied up pretty much all the time, but this time he shaved the hair short from every other part of his head except the top thirds. He was looking fucking good, in his opinion, and hoped Bella would feel the same. He'd been tempted to ask the barber to shave B to the left side of his head, but he knew it would have been too much.

His cock twitched, thinking about Bella, and memories from the previous night filled his mind. One of those blows your mind kind of nights; they'd stayed up until early hours fucking and making love. And embarrassingly, yes, he'd asked her to move in with him again, and she'd refused. But he couldn't help himself; he loved that woman with every fiber in his body and wanted to have her in every way possible.

Tyler texted her, saying that he was on his way. They were going to study together at the library. His exam on international politics was in two weeks, and he was in deep shit if he didn't start studying hard. Not that he hadn't tried to get the hang of all things related to diplomacy between two sovereign states these past weeks as he'd planned to, but Tyler had been feeling a bit off lately. Been edgy and, to be honest, scared shittles, about Bella, about them.

Nothing had happened to make him feel this way, and based on last night, he shouldn't worry. But it was just how she'd been since they came back from spring break a little over a month ago. Quite often, he caught her staring at nothing, eyes blank and not hearing when he tried to talk to her. A few times, she had simply forgotten they had arranged to meet at lunch or the coffee shop. And it worried him.

He could not shake the feeling it had something to do with Angela's asshole boyfriend. Tyler didn't suspect that Bella was doing anything behind his back, she wasn't built to be dishonest, but it didn't mean she couldn't think about him. When Tyler had asked her what was going on, she'd just shrugged, saying she didn't know. At least she didn't try to deny anything was amiss when clearly it was.

Tyler had seen how the other male had reacted to Bella, and it was pure lust. But there had been some other emotion, too, which made him anxious. Tyler was used to other guys lusting after Bella, nothing new there. But the possessive glint the native man had had in his eyes, the whole expression on his face when he had eye fucked Bella, had been disturbing, to put it lightly. He was already dreading summer break when he was off to Hawaii with his parents, and Bella would go home to Forks. He would try to get off of going, but it was his grandmother's 70th birthday, and she wanted all her grandchildren there.

Being with Bella was the best thing he knew. Yeah, he had his studies, a lot of friends, and his love for soccer, but ever since he laid his eyes on Bella almost five years ago, he'd known she would be the love of his life if she ever gave him a chance. And after they finished high school and she still hadn't agreed to go on a date with him, he thought he'd lost his chance. And did his best to forget her when he started college. The supply of willing college girls was bottomless.

Bella hadn't been interested in him or any other guy while they were still in high school. She'd given the cold shoulder to every guy who asked her out and concentrated on getting good grades. So, Tyler had had his fun with the willing bitches like Jessica and Lauren, Ashley and Tara. Yeah, a lot of fucking on the backseat on that empty road. And Bella had been only part of his fantasies, albeit very vivid ones.

When Bella had agreed on a date during his second year in UW, he'd first thought she was fucking with him. But she hadn't, and the time after that had been the best in Tyler's life. To Tyler's utter satisfaction, Bella had still been a virgin when they started to date, and he would never forget their first time together. He kinda hoped it would have been his first time as well, but he found consolation knowing that at least he'd known what to do with her gorgeous body and her first time was better because of that. He wouldn't have wanted Bella to have anything to do with the virgin/little experienced/selfish Tyler he'd been back then. He grimaced, remembering that time.

Tyler grabbed two coffees from the coffee truck outside the library before heading toward the doors. He strode stairs two at a time to the third floor and found her reading at the corner they usually studied.

He stayed there watching and catching his breath. Bella was concentrating on what she read, which was good. She'd been complaining that, for some reason, she'd lost her focus. She was tapping a pencil on her forehead, her brows frowned, and her nose wrinkled. Tyler could see the freckles he loved so much, dusting her fair complexion. She'd tied her long hair up to the top of her head, a few locks escaping from the bun. It looked almost red in this lightning. Tyler's body was humming while he was drinking her all in. She wore his hoodie, which made him purr with satisfaction.

Tyler could just stare at her and yet again think how fucking lucky he was to have her.

Bella turned her head, and she saw him. The smile that stretched over her face made his heart sing. Then she noticed what he'd done to his hair, and her eyes darkened with lust. He'd been right: she loved it.

WOW, she mouthed at him, and his dick got harder.

Tyler pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning against and walked up to her with a smug smile.

"Hi, baby," Tyler said, sitting beside her and kissing her.

"Oh, Tyler. I love this," she said, brushing her fingertips over his shaved head. Tyler shivered under her touch, closing his eyes.

"Yeah?" he asked, nuzzling behind her ear.

"Oh yeah." She scraped her nails over his scalp, and he had to suppress a moan; it felt so fucking good. He was so hard it hurt, and he wanted to have her there and then. But he was never one for public bathroom fucks, not with Bella anyway.

"I wanna make you come," Tyler whispered and grabbed Bella's hand. "Come." Bella shrieked in surprise when he pulled her with him and led them behind the western philosophy section, where there was a gap between two shelves.

"Tyler, what..." Bella giggled, but he crashed his lips against hers and pinned her against the wall between two steep shelves. They were out of sight if someone came here. Nobody rarely did except to do what Tyler hoped they would soon be doing.

He slid his thigh between Bella's legs and grabbed her hips, rocking her against his thigh.

"Use me, baby, fuck my thigh. I want my jeans wet, dripping of your juices," he whispered, sucking her neck. Bella was wearing thin leggings, and he could feel the heat radiating from her pussy on his thigh.

"Oh, damn," Bella moaned, biting her bottom lip and grinding against him, her back arched.

She looked divine. Her face was flushed and her eyes dark, glinting with lust. Her pearl white teeth were pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. Tyler wanted it and crashed his mouth on hers, sucking the lip.

Bella's body was moving against his, and her hands were all over his neck and newly shaven head. He saw stars. He moved his other hand on the small of her back, pressing her hard against him, and he felt she was about to come. His shaft was aching to get out of his jeans. But it was sweet torture, almost as good as being balls deep in her tight pussy.

"Ah, Tyler..."

"Think of you, riding my cock. How my fat big cock feels when your sweet tight pussy jumps on it."

He sucked her whimpers and moans into his mouth, holding her when she shivered through her orgasm. Fuck, how he loved this. Nothing was better than to make her come knowing that he did make her feel that good: a freaking mind blow every time.

They stayed still for a while. Tyler didn't want to let her go. She moved and looked at him, her eyes half-masted and shining.

"What about you?" Bella asked. She was achingly beautiful, her lips swollen from all the kissing and faint pink covering the ivory skin on her face and neck.

He kissed her lightly on the lips. "We'll get back to this later, baby, no worries."

Tyler didn't need to come himself; he wouldn't mind, but he could hardly ask her to jerk him off or go on her knees, but Bella had different ideas as she did just that.

"Damn, baby. You really don't have to," he tried, but the thought vanished when Bella opened the fly and pulled him out. Groan escaped his throat, and his eyes turned back into his head.

"You can't concentrate with a hard-on," she said with a wink, kissing the top of his weeping cock. "Besides, I know this won't take long," and with a mischievous smile, she sucked him into her wet hot mouth.

"Fuck," he gasped, twining his fingers in her hair. Yes, it would be over fast. Too fast.

Bella was turning restlessly on her bed, unable to sleep.

"What's the matter, babe?" Tyler asked groggily.

"Oh, nothing," Bella whispered, "go back to sleep, baby."

After Tyler's breathing had settled, indicating he was back asleep, she got up and, grabbing her robe, tiptoed to the kitchen. She hated being awake at 3 am; she had a vital exam at the end of the week and needed all her energy to studying. Staying awake at night didn't sit well in that scenario. Well, Tyler had kept her up most of the night the other night, but she'd felt very relaxed after all that lovemaking.

She poured herself some orange juice and sat by the breakfast table, leaning her head against her hands.

She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. She'd been restless since she came back from Forks six weeks ago. She'd managed to study for the big chemistry exam, and it had gone well, but after it was over, she couldn't concentrate on anything. Sitting in the lessons or trying to read was almost impossible because she couldn't stay focused.

And what was worse: she could not stop thinking about Paul Lahote. A man who was her friend's boyfriend, for fuck's sake. Who had been plain rude to her even though he had hardly said a word. What was this? Surely, he'd been drop-dead gorgeous, and there had been something in his eyes that had put her totally out of balance. But damn, this was just plain crazy.

Many times, she'd found herself thinking of a reason why she should go to Forks or, more specifically, to La Push to meet Jacob. And no matter what excuses she tried to tell herself, she knew it was because she hoped she could see Paul.

This was so messed up and so, so wrong. Paul was Angela's boyfriend. She chatted quite regularly with Angela, and it was apparent they were very happy together. She was feeling guilty for not being able not to think about Paul. She could not harbor these feelings for someone who wasn't hers to have and who she certainly didn't even want. And she had no reason to want anybody else; she had Tyler, for crying out loud. He was absolutely amazing guy. And she really, really liked him. Was it even love? Maybe.

Those damn eyes, dark, mysterious eyes, refused to leave her alone.

Damnit.

She heard Tyler coming into the kitchen.

"Bella," he came behind her, wrapping his arms around her, nuzzling the spot behind her ear that made her always shiver. "Come back to bed. It's lonely there without you."

Bella let Tyler lead her back to the bedroom and make love to her. But even then, those damn dark eyes didn't leave her alone.

Paul was pretty pleased with himself. He had been able to find a balance where he wasn't keyed up all the fucking time and was able to go on with his everyday life. His wolf wasn't content, but there wasn't a damn thing the beast could do about it. The fucker.

When Sam asked how he was able to be without his imprint, Paul told the truth: he didn't know; he just did. He wasn't happy by a long shot, but as long as Bella wasn't anywhere near, he could be satisfied with what he got. And this was what Paul wanted for now. Even if just to show everyone he could.

He spent time with Angela and her family. He especially enjoyed going to baseball matches with John and the boys. And Angela was a pretty fun chick to spend time with, but there was no sexual tension between them anymore. It hadn't been much to start with if Paul was being honest. But he did have sex with her, if not as often as before, just to show the fucker that he, the man, was in the driver's seat. The wolf stayed at bay because the only way Paul could get his dick hard enough was to think about Bella, which satisfied the smug beast.

Paul knew that the wolf was waiting, and Paul didn't know what would happen if Bella ever came near them. He wasn't sure if he wanted to find out. But unless he avoided her on purpose, it was bound to happen at some point.

"Hi, Paul? Are you home?!" Angela shouted as she came in. She was coming to spend the weekend with him. The rest of the family had gone to some festival, and Angela had stayed home. As it was, Paul didn't mind spending time with her, and they'd planned to watch movies and just hang out. Ever since he'd started to date Angela all those months ago, he had lost all interest in clubbing and drinking in bars. He was happy to spend his Saturday nights on a couch. Lately, more than before. But he would not admit it had anything to do with the damn mind fuck. He just didn't feel up to doing much, that's all.

"On the couch," he shouted back.

"Continue whatever you were doing," she laughed. "I'll take my bag to your bedroom."

"Okay," Paul yawned. He'd almost been ready to take a nap. Maybe he still could.

Paul actually did snooze and was startled awake by Angela. She was standing next to the couch, wearing a robe and looking nervous. What was up with her?

"Paul, I want you to make love to me," Angela said, reaching out her hand to him. Paul was stunned. She had never, not once, asked this. He had always been the one suggesting sex; hence, they had been on a dry spell lately. Well, he'd been jerking off constantly but that was a different story.

He didn't feel up to it, but he knew how hard it must've been for her to ask, and he couldn't be such a prick to say no; it would be cruel, and she would probably scar for life. He couldn't do that to her. She didn't deserve him being an asshole to her. So out of obligation not to hurt Angela, he got up from the couch and let Angela lead him to the bedroom. His wolf was snarling and crawling, but he ignored him.

He removed Angela's robe and found her wearing sexy barely-there lingerie. She was blushing like a tomato, and Paul had to suppress a chuckle, knowing it would mortify her. But his body refused to play along with Angela, and the effects she'd planned on having him by wearing this sexy outfit declined to show up. But he'd become good at this, pretending.

He placed her in the middle of the bed. He kissed her, sucked her nipples, and ensured she was wet enough to take him. He unwrapped a condom and pulled it over his cock that wasn't hard enough. He pumped his dick, picturing Bella on her knees, peaking under her long lashes as she licked his dick, and it did. Keeping that image in his mind, he positioned himself between Angela's legs and pushed slowly in. And out and back inside again. Keeping his eyes shut, he played his mind trick. His wolf was satisfied seeing his imprint.

Angela's orgasm came fast, as it always did. She was gasping and whispering words of love. He sped up, not wanting to disappoint Angela. He needed to come, and with the image of Bella naked under him moaning his name, he slammed into Angela harder than usual, and she came again, sucking him deeper as he shot his load into the condom.

"Oh, Paul," Angela panted. "That was so beautiful."

Paul felt empty, and his wolf was silent; he was waiting.

AN:

What can I say? I love Tyler.

Yeah, this will be bad. But imprinting is such a bitch, in my opinion, and it would cause more heartbreak if it was real than it does in fanfiction stories, at least in the ones I've read. If you know an angsty imprint story, please let me know in the comment section. I love the drama around imprinting, and I'm trying to create some myself—something where there are more people involved. Don't know how all this will end and if I can create anything interesting. I'm aiming at HEA, but will I get there remains to be seen. It doesn't look too good now, does it?

Let me know what you think. I'm shaping the story as I go, thinking I have an idea where this is going, but it can all change. I'm updating quite often at the moment, but it can change at any moment. Chapter 6 is almost ready as well.