Part II of II. Haven't read Part I? Go back a chapter.
You should also know that this chapter is VERY NSFW. If you do not enjoy a little smut - this chapter may not be for you. Enjoy.

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Paul stepped out of the restrooms, and his girl was nowhere in sight. Paul began walking to the Funhouse only to be stopped by someone tugging at his shirt hem.

"Wait for a second, Pauley."

He froze in place after hearing the last voice he wanted to. Paul turned and said, "This is not a good time, Shari. We need to talk, but not now."

"What's wrong, Paul," she taunted. "Lose your house key?"

"Don't," he warned as his temper flared. "Shari. I don't know what the Hell is wrong with you, but jealousy is a shitty color on you, and I'm not playing this game."

Indignantly she yelled, "Whatever happened to you defending me? She called me a whore."

Paul said, "And you tried to fucking humiliate her. I did defend you until I found out the truth of what was said."

Shari threatened, "If that girl lied about me-"

"No one lied except you, Shari. Not to mention your next stunt, which I witnessed myself. You acted like a psycho."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," Paul returned. "Our benefits days are over, Shari. If you want to stay friends, act like one and stop harassing her. If it is up to me, she's not going anywhere. Next time, I won't be so forgiving or hold her sister back, either. I care about you as a friend, Shari, but I won't let you fuck with someone I love just to get your way."

She scoffed at him and mocked, "Love? You're a wolf in sheep's clothing, Pauley. You don't fucking love anyone."

"No, I'm just a wolf. And right now? You're a fucking snake," Paul said firmly. "That girl is more to me than most of my own family. You and I have fun, but at the end of the day, she's the one that brings me peace. I meant it when I said you deserved to find the right person. That person was never me."

She glared at him as she asked, "And she's the right person for you?"

Paul sighed and rubbed his frustrated face as he said, "If anyone is, it's her."

Shari didn't look saddened or hurt by the revelation. She was furious. As Shari stomped away from him, Paul turned back toward the Funhouse and found a grinning Leah hovering at the door. She beckoned for him to come along and disappeared back inside.

Paul entered the Funhouse and immediately heard the faint sounds of Bella talking. He followed the noise around a corner and peeked behind a facade. Bella stood in a small dark space with Leah and Dean, inhaling from a vape.

Paul whispered, "Is that weed? Babe, you holding out on me?" He laughed and twisted his hulking form to step inside.

He eyed Leah curiously, silently imploring whether or not she had repeated his argument with Shari. Mischief sparkled in her eyes as she swiped the vape from Bella and took a deep drag.

Dean also had a vape on him, releasing much larger clouds of smoke than the girls. Leah offered Bella's vape out to Paul. He said, "Bells, Baby, I had no idea, you bad girl. What would Charlie say?"

She giggled, her mood already lifted. "Charlie doesn't care that much, really. He just doesn't want me to drive when I use it. It's for anxiety, pain relief, and safer than opiates."

Dean asked, "What do you need pain meds for?"

Bella held up her wrist self-consciously and said, "I uh, had some tendons torn and bones broken in my hand and wrist a few years ago. I type a lot for my job, and it gets painful sometimes. My doctor in Florida tried to put me on pain meds, but I don't like how pills make me feel."

Paul took a drag from her vape, nodding. He said, "I just like the buzz weed gives me. This is not as good as an actual joint, but-"

"Still good, though," Dean said. "Mine treats migraines, but I use it recreationally too."

After a few more minutes, the pairs left the Funhouse and went separate ways. As they decided on a ride, Paul asked, "Did you ride the Ferris Wheel the other night?"

"I didn't," Bella admitted. "I kind of hoped to save that for you."

"Well, let's go," Paul said, taking her hand.

The line crept forward as people slowly loaded onto and back off the ride. When Paul and Bella took their seats, he latched the guard in place and slid his arm around her shoulders. Pop-rock blared from speakers next to the ride operator as he lazily smoked a cigarette. Bella was beaming as she danced in her seat.

Suddenly, their seat lurched and rocked hard, making her freeze in place as she cackled. Paul wished he had been recording the moment, wanting to replay the memory for himself as perfectly as possible. She was incredible - and he wanted to see her look this happy every day.

As they reached the top, it stopped for the last time, and Paul turned to cup her cheek. He lowered his other arm to slide it around her waist, pulling her closer. Paul could smell the changes in her as the laughter died on her lips. Lust and fear permeated the space between them as Bella leaned into his touch. Her eyes, still shining with happiness, fluttered shut. She hummed her contentment as he gently kneaded her back. The things Paul felt for Bella left him with a knot in his throat and an ache in his bones. His wolf reveled in her scent, urging Paul to bury his face against her neck.

How does she fucking do this to me? "Bella?" His voice was strained, husky, and nervous. He suddenly sounded as inexperienced as he felt. Carnal pleasures were no stranger, but love was a whole new experience. Exhilarating and frightening, it was not unlike the drop they would feel in their stomachs as the Wheel began to spin. He did his best to seem his usual, collected self as he asked, "Have you ever kissed anyone on a Ferris Wheel?"

Bella shook her head no, nuzzling her cheek against his palm. She boldly opened her eyes to stare into his as she blushed and said. "Show me how."

Paul needed no further encouragement as she leaned toward him. He caught her with an opened-mouth kiss that quickly deepened as she parted her lips for him. The wheel lurched again but did not stop. When they reached the second downward sweep, Bella pulled away from him, gasping for air. She was deeply flushed now and giggled as she caught her breath. She snuggled into his side as they neared the top once more.

"That was my first Ferris Wheel kiss," Bella said

"Mine too," Paul admitted and grinned down at her sheepishly.

"Seriously?" She asked, "You're not just saying that?"

Paul pointedly looked around the public scene before them and said, "I wouldn't kiss just anyone on a Ferris Wheel."

Bella tried to bite back her smile as she laid her head on his shoulder. He asked, "Bella? What would you say if we went on another date?"

She sucked in a sharp breath, and, for a moment, he feared he pushed too soon. To his surprise, she asked, "When?"

Paul said, "Right now." Their bucket lurched to a halt, and suddenly the ride was over.

"Okay," she said. "Right now." Bella took his hand as she climbed out and pulled him down the exit ramp.

They rode a few more rides before Paul was hungry again. After grabbing more snacks and beers, they found Leah and Dean at the pavilion with the same idea. The four of them ate, drank, and laughed together. Paul was surprised to find he liked Dean, even though the guy planned to drag Bella out on a date with his friend in four days.

Despite Shari's lingering presence, she kept her distance. Instead, their mutual friends drifted between them to say hello to Paul. He stood to hug Chris before introducing him to the others. Chris pulled Paul to the side to slip him a joint.

He said, "That's a little olive branch."

Paul asked, "For what?" He and Chris had no beef.

Chris inclined his head toward Shari and said, "She's not good at apologizing, but she said to tell you good luck with Bella."

Paul looked up to find Shari watching him sadly. She sniffled and quickly looked away. He said, "You know what, dude? Raincheck? I might need it on a different day."

Chris laughed and put the joint back in his pocket as he said, "Right on, man. See ya soon!"

"See ya," Paul said and turned back to his table. As Bella gave him one of her dazzling smiles, his tension fell away. He asked her, "So, what next?"

Bella held her hand up and yawned. "I think I'm just about at my limit with public interaction."

Paul chuckled and asked, "Are you ready to go, then?"

"Only if you are," she said. Paul reached for her hand as she stood, and they said their goodbyes.


*Smut scene below. If you're uncomfortable, skip on ahead.*


When they returned to the truck, Paul climbed in the back window and pulled out of the tight spot so that she could climb into the cab without flashing anyone her behind. She thanked him with a bold peck on his cheek and snuggled into his side for the ride home.

Paul asked her, "My house or yours?"

Bella said, "Yours. I bet my Dads are both passed out cold at Sue's house by now, but I think Reagan is staying the night."

For the first time, it took all of Paul's courage to say what he truly wanted. "I want you to spend the night with me." When she said nothing, he elaborated, "Not just snuggling and goofing around like before." Paul felt her tense up next to him as she shifted in her seat.

Nearly a whisper, Bella asked, "You want to sleep with me?"

Paul kept his eyes focused on the road as he said, "I want, at least once, to give you all of me, Bella. If you don't want to, that's fine, but I need you to know." Her hand slid across his abdomen as she wrapped her arm around him.

"Just once?" Her words ghosted across his skin, her breath warm and heavy against the cotton of his t-shirt.

"Just once is enough if that's all you can give me, Bella. It's not what I want, but I'll take it." His arm tightened around her, snuggling her closer as he brushed his lips across the top of her head. She tilted her head back to look at him, waiting for him to look at her. The playful grin he expected wasn't there. She seemed more curious than anything as her doe eyes met his and captured him.

"Just once," she repeated. "Those are some scary last words for some people. Especially when they don't watch the road."

Focusing on the road again, he laughed. Bella said, "Seriously, though. Sometimes just once with anything is enough to set crazy things in motion."

Paul teased, "What? Are you planning to murder me now? I asked you to spend the night, not marry me, Bella." He chuckled as she playfully slapped his chest. Her eyes grew wide as his long arm slid down her side, his hand resting on her hip. He bit back a grin as she flushed pink, loving how easy it was to bring color to her face. She looked around in surprise as he pulled into his driveway and parked the truck.

"I can't believe we're here already," she said. They pulled apart to climb out and lazily walked to the front door. There was an awkward air of uncertainty between them as Paul opened it and ushered her inside.

Before he could say anything, Bella pulled the elastics from her braids and began combing one apart with her fingers. Her heart sped up as Paul reached to help her, gently working his fingers through the other braid. Bella tilted her head toward his hand as he reached the top of the braid. His fingers brushed against her scalp, and Bella moaned as she closed her eyes. The sound shot straight to his dick, and Bella gasped as he instinctively ground his growing erection against her back. She raised one arm to grip his neck as she exposed her own.

"Maybe you need this too, Bella," Paul whispered, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to her shoulder. He kissed along her throat as she trembled in front of him. "Just as much as I do. When was the last time you were with someone besides Jacob?"

"N-never," she stammered.

"Not at all?" Paul wasn't as surprised as he assumed he should be. She was beautiful but also incredibly guarded. He lightly drew his fingers along her hip before kneading the flesh there. Paul brushed his lips across her jaw, trailing feathery kisses up to her ear. Bella's eyelids fluttered shut as she moaned and tilted her head to give him more access. Paul slid his hand up her side, and she arched toward him, gently scraping her nails down his back.

"Mmm, baby," he moaned before pulling her earlobe between his teeth, something he had been aching to do for weeks. When she moaned again, he chuckled and asked, "Do you like that, Bella?"

"Only when you do it," she answered while clutching the back of his neck and pulling his mouth back to her flesh. Paul obliged her by sucking it into his mouth again before kissing his way to her mouth. He pulled away to scoop her up into his arms. Paul carried her to his bedroom and sat her down gently. Paul moved away to yank off his shirt as Bella stared at him anxiously.

Seeing the hesitation on her face, he sat down on his bed and said, "We don't have to do anything, Bella. We can lay here and go to sleep if you want."

"I don't want," she said as she stood to kick off her shoes. Paul held his breath as Bella reached to undo her skirt and let it sink to the floor. He licked his lips and let out a low whistle as she stepped toward him. Paul reached out to lift and pull her to him, straddling his lap. She hesitated as she untied the ribbons at the sides of her shirt and the material came loose.

Paul was wrong when he thought she was beautiful the previous evening. Now, in his lap, wearing a cut-up baggy t-shirt and her hair in loose waves down her back, he had never seen her look lovelier. They began slowly, kissing for a while as his hands roamed over her back, hips, and thighs. When she rocked forward over his erection, Paul couldn't help the growl that escaped his chest. He held her tight against him for a moment as he rolled them onto their sides. His caresses were less careful as he gradually began exploring more of her with his hands, adjusting his movements to the sounds she made. She pulled away from him for a moment to look into his face.

He asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Are you? You're trembling."

He hadn't even noticed until she said it. "I need you, Bella," Paul whispered back. "I don't just want you right now. I fucking need you."

Bella asked, "You could probably fuck anyone you want, Paul. Why do you want me?"

Paul said, "I don't want to just fuck you, Bella. I want to make love to you." She sucked in a sharp breath. She wanted him too, of that he was sure. Paul continued, "I want to worship your body like it's my last day on this earth. Will you let me?"

Fear and hesitation flitted across her face. Before she could object, he pressed his lips to hers. She responded enthusiastically, pushing her hands into his hair, her tongue into his mouth. Paul nudged Bella onto her back and straddled her legs. She moaned around his tongue, lightly scratching his scalp and tugging at his hair. Paul's cock throbbed against her thigh as he slid his hands up her shirt.

"Yes," she hissed into his mouth as she pushed him back. He grinned as she reached for the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. His hand immediately slid to her strapless front bra clasp as he attacked her neck with his mouth. Paul hooked one finger under the tiny clasp and popped it apart. The cups separated and fell away from her round, snowy white tits with perfect, pink nipples looking like the proverbial cherry on top.

"Fuck me. You look like heaven, baby," Paul groaned. He moaned as his dark hands engulfed them, circling her areolas with his thumbs. Bella arched into his touch, flush with desire and a sudden surge of bashfulness that bloomed from her face to her navel. He couldn't stop staring at her.

Bella reached for the waist of her panties, but Paul snatched her hands. He pinned them above her head as he said, "Slow down, baby." Threading their fingers together, he kissed down her chest between his words as he crooned, "I want to take my time with you. I want to show you everything I've wanted to do with you for weeks."

Bella let out a deep breath and pressed her lips back to his. Paul pushed one knee between her thighs to nudge them apart. She spread her legs as he lifted the other to place between them. She groaned as he pulled away from her mouth to kneel. Paul slid his hands under her ass and lifted her before grinding his erection against her core. Bella gasped as she threw her head back, arching toward him. She rolled her hips to rub against him again. Paul wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her wet heat right then and there.

Pace yourself, buddy. You're acting like a horny fucking teenager. Still, Bella's response was beginning to make him feel love drunk. Paul leaned down toward her chest as Bella whimpered at the loss of friction between their hips. Paul fought back a chuckle as he wrapped his mouth around her left nipple. He continued kissing down the length of her body before purposely stalling as he reached her panties.

Bella gasped out, "God, Paul. Please!"

He grabbed both sides of her ass, kneading it with his hands. "Please, what? What do you want, Bella?" He slid his right hand across her thigh and lightly traced the edge of her panties with his finger. She simultaneously sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered, arching toward his hand in need. Her pouty lips parted, her eyes dilated, and her hair lay wild around her head on his pillow. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Paul couldn't wait to see what she looked like as she came - and he planned to make sure she did.

"Do you want this, Bella?" Paul slid one finger into the crotch of her panties, swiping it along her labia and brushing against her swollen clit. She was already wet, panting as she stared up at him wide-eyed. Before he realized what she was doing, Bella had hooked her toes around the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down his hips. Paul chuckled as he slid one hand up to tease her breast before gliding it back down to her hip. "We'll get there," Paul said, amused by her impatience. She glared at him as he hooked his fingers under the sides of her panties and yanked.

Bella grunted as she lifted her hips and then moved her legs out of them. "This would have been faster if you had let me do that earlier," she said and giggled.

He said, "Baby, had I realized you would be this damn responsive, I'd have tried weeks ago."

Bella said, "I didn't think you wanted me. I was here with you, but you pulled away every time things seemed like it would lead to more."

He gaped at her in surprise and chuckled. "I want you all the fucking time, baby." That's what she meant by pushing her away, he thought. He said, "I just really wanted to respect what I thought you wanted, and I didn't think that was me."

Paul looked down at her sex, feasting his eyes on her completely naked body. She held her breath as he shoved his shorts down the rest of the way and kicked them onto the floor. Her eyes went wide as Bella looked between them at his erection while a deeper redness bloomed outward from her chest. He gently ground himself against her. She trembled underneath him as she exhaled. Paul returned to his earlier explorations, avoiding more than the occasional grind against her sex as he did so. His name rolled off her lips like an answered prayer as he finally pressed his mouth to her sex. Paul worked her body with his mouth and hands until she yelled out her release, legs trembling and clenching around his fingers.

The gasps and whimpering noises she made only heightened his need to bury himself inside her. He kissed his way back up her body, expecting her to need a moment before they continued. Instead, she tugged at his hair, guiding his lips to hers as she lifted her hips to grind against him. Her wet flesh slid along his shaft, and Paul thought he might explode. The wolf pushed at him urgently, practically begging him to claim her.

"Please," she whimpered as she broke away from his kiss and slid her hand down his ass. "Paul, I need you now." Bella wrapped one leg around him for leverage to grind upward against him again.

He groaned from the sensation, squeezing his eyes shut as the feeling rocked him. Her dripping core slickened his shaft as he ground against Bella again. Paul reclaimed her mouth in a passionate kiss as each moved languidly against the other. He surrendered himself to instinct, forgetting about anything but how it felt as Bella clung to him.

Somehow, without consciously deciding to, Paul found himself sinking into her. Bella cried out as he stretched her, digging her nails into his back. Almost immediately, she pulled back and thrust upward, taking him to the hilt as a high-pitched cry escaped her.

A moment of clarity slammed him as Paul realized they were unprotected. She gasped as he abruptly pulled out of her. "Fuck," he said as he stood, "I'm sorry, Bella. Just give me one second." Paul walked to his dresser and yanked open his sock drawer to search for a condom. Finding none, he turned back to Bella apologetically and dragged a pair of shorts on. "I gotta run out to the truck. I'm so sorry. I'll be right back."

Bella sat up in the center of his bed, her knees pressed to her chest as she asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

Paul hurried back to her side and leaned down for a quick kiss. "No, but my condoms are in the truck," he explained. "I swear I'll be right back, and then I won't leave your side again tonight. Okay?"

She nodded in silence and watched him walk out of the room. Before he reached the front door, someone pounded on the opposite side. Paul heard her feet hit the floor before his bedroom door swung shut. He would have laughed if he wasn't so frustrated. Paul yanked his front door open and scowled at the Police Officer waiting there. One look at his Forks uniform had Paul's stomach sinking.

Paul asked, "Can I help you?"

The officer said, "I'm looking for Isabella Swan. Is she here?"

Surprised, Paul asked, "Why? I mean, what's going on?" Paul's bedroom door slid open slowly as Bella crept out in one of his long t-shirts

The cop leaned over to look around Paul and asked, "Bella?"

Worry furrowed her brow as Bella said, "Hey, Greg. Is something wrong?"

"I'm really sorry, Bella, but there has been an accident. I was requested to bring you to the hospital."

She rushed to Paul's side and clung to him as she asked, "Is someone hurt?" When he didn't respond immediately, Bella shrieked, "Greg, is my dad okay?"

"Charlie is fine," Greg said. "This wasn't him, but I can't tell you anything more than that right now."

Paul said, "Let us get dressed, and we'll follow you back." Greg nodded at them and walked toward his patrol vehicle. Paul hugged Bella close and reassured her that things would be okay as well as he could. Meanwhile, the strain of his still semi-hard shaft and lack of release left him wishing for the first time in his life that he had just skipped the goddamn condom.

Thirty minutes later, the pair stood outside Forks hospital, still waiting to know what was happening. Paul and Bella had checked on everyone they knew, but all were safe.

What the hell was going on?


So, how do y'all feel about the latest development? Was Paul too harsh on Shari? Now that Bella has a better idea of how Paul feels about her, how do y'all think she'll handle the next two dates? How will Paul? Let me know your thoughts below. Please review! XOXO

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