Chapter 4

Bella moved slowly down her hand holding the bow.

"Bravo!" shouted one of the jury members.

She took one long breath and took her violin from under her chin. Her hands were shaking a little.

Bella opened her eyes and saw Patrick grinning widely at her and showing her his thumbs up. She smiled at him and then turned her eyes toward eight people sitting before her.

"Miss Swan, you showed us exceptional talent. We'll let you know our decision next week. Three of you who performed us today will compete in the end of November," one member of the jury whose name she didn't remember said.

Bella had played the first movement of Tchaikovsky's violin concerto op. 35. She'd been practicing the piece for over a year almost every day. If she were one of the chosen ones, she would play the solo in front of the whole orchestra and audience, and after that, the jury would decide the soloist for the Seattle Symphony orchestra. That exhilarated and scared her in equal measure.

After seeing one of her favorite violinists, Pekka Kuusisto, perform it in London at the BBC Proms, she had chosen that piece. It had been a highly personalized performance with earthiness and playfulness that had made the audience laugh, something she never knew was possible in a classical concert. Such a passion she could never attain, her style was very different from Kuusisto's. But it was such a beautiful piece, and she had made her little input to it.

Bella said goodbyes to the jury and left the room with Patrick.

"Bella, you played the best you ever had," Patrick said and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"Do you really think so?" Bella had felt that it went well but wasn't sure.

"Yes, I do. You didn't make any mistakes, and your playing was very relaxed, although I know you were nervous. And there was new-found passion as well. Do you know why that might be?"

"Really?"

"Yes. Does it have something to do with certain Quileute we're going to meet up and have lunch with, hmm?"

Bella blushed, "maybe," she said quietly. She was still stunned by what had happened between the two of them. Her mind hadn't caught up with all of it yet, but she knew how she felt, and she'd never felt this way before. She felt stronger and was more in tune with her playing than ever. Could it be because of what she and Paul had started?

"Bella, that is amazing news. I've watched you two for two years now, waiting for you to acknowledge your feelings towards each other. I have never seen such chemistry, yet you stayed just friends for so long."

Bella looked at Patrick, her mouth open, "why you didn't say anything?"

"I wanted you to realize it yourself. I think Paul was a goner from the moment you met, but it took longer for you because of that Mark-boy. I never understood why you were with him anyway. He never appreciated your passion for playing, but Paul has always understood that."

"Hmm. Yes, you are right. But Mark was a good guy until recently. We had fun, and I think I loved him at some point, at least, I thought I did."

"You want to tell me what happened?"

"Not really. Let's just say that Mark is out of my life, and Paul and I are together now," Bella said and couldn't hide the huge smile that spread on her face.

"You look happy. The happiest I've ever seen you before."

"I am happy, Patrick. I feel that Paul might be It for me, even though us being more than just friends is very fresh, only a few days. But sometimes, I feel I know him even better than I know myself. It just feels right."

"That is great to hear. I hope your father could be here to see you now. You've worked so hard and used your talent so well. And Charlie never wanted nothing more than his kids to be happy."

Bella felt her throat tightening a bit. She missed her father dearly. Five years ago, a drunk driver killed him while on duty.

"Yes. I like to think that dad is watching us and knows we are doing well."

"How's Benjamin?" Patrick asked.

"Oh, he's having his surgery beginning of March. It should be standard procedure even though it is a big operation. They met the heart specialist who is going to operate him yesterday. Mum is confident all is going to go well. I want to believe it too, but I'm scared. The best thing is that Ben doesn't understand what is going on. He got a new mystery bag of Lego minifigures and he is as happy as clam."

Patrick chuckled. "Gotta love that kid."

They left the Concert Hall, and Bella pulled out her phone, texting Paul and telling him that the audience was over. They were going to have lunch together at the Waterfront, where Patrick had made a reservation. They were meeting him down there.

Bella and Patrick decided to walk, the restaurant wasn't far away.

Paul was waiting for them in front of the restaurant. Seeing him made her heart skip a beat. She had always thought Paul was very handsome, but the recent development between them had opened her eyes to the total sex god he was. And now he was holding a big bunch of beautiful flowers making him look so cute and a bit lost. When he saw her, gorgeous smile spread across his face. Paul made his way towards them and grabbed her into a warm hug.

"How did it go, baby?" he asked, kissing the top of her head.

"I think it went really well. I know more next week."

Paul let her go. "Here, these are for you," he said, blushing slightly, and handed her the flowers.

Bella suppressed a giggle, Paul Lahote was blushing. She didn't know that was even possible.

"Oh, thank you, Paul, they are so beautiful," she said and kissed him softly on the lips. Paul blushed more. Bella was sure that this was the first time he ever gave flowers to a woman.

"Hello Paul," Patrick said clearing his throat behind his back. Paul turned around and stretched out his hand.

"Hi, Patrick. Good to see you."

"Yes, it is. I just told Bella that it was about time you two gave in to love. Been waiting patiently for two years now."

"Oh, you too?" Paul chuckled and wrapped his arm around Bella's shoulders kissing her temple. Bella pressed her side tightly against his and sighed, feeling she was just where she was supposed to be.

Patrick laughed and opened the door to the restaurant.

Bella was lying on her stomach on the bed at her apartment. Paul was kissing her tail bone, licking and nipping his way up to her spine making her moan wantonly. He could play her body like she played her violin, making her do things she never knew was possible and making her feel so many things it made her head spin.

"I love it baby when you make that noise. You want me?"

"Yes, you know damn well that I do."

Bella lifted her bottom up and Paul nipped her other buttock before thrusting one of his fingers inside her. And before Bella realized he was fully seated inside her.

"Ah," they both moaned at the same time.

Paul moved slowly in and out of her filling her with his magnificent cock. God how she loved his cock.

She rose to her knees and started to move faster against him. He sat back on his knees taking her with him keeping her flushed against his chest thrusting in fast pace. His other hand was on her throat and other on her hip.

"You feel so good baby. I fucking love to fill you with my cock."

"Yeess Paul, you fill me so good …" Bella breathed. She lifted her arms around Paul's neck and turned her head so that they could kiss. Steamy all tongue teeth clashing kind of kiss that made her hungry for more. It was heaven how they made each other feel and simply couldn't keep their hands off each other. Two weeks ago, in Seattle, they hadn't left the hotel room for anything other than her to go to the audition.

His hand moved over her breasts to her ribcage and found her clit. He rubbed it while thrusting his cock faster and faster. Bella felt yet another orgasm building inside her, the coil in her lower abdomen growing, and then she was over the edge pulsing around Paul, her legs trembling and hips jerking.

"Ah … "

"That's right, baby, suck the hell out of me," Paul panted next to her ear, biting her earlobe. He pushed her gently, so she was back on all fours and started hammering in punishing pace.

"Oh God Paul!"

Paul leaned over her and kissed her, pressing his frontside against her back, moving his hips slowly, thrusting deep, oh so deep. Bella wasn't sure how long her legs would have the strength to keep her in this position, but she didn't want Paul to stop what he was doing. It felt so good. She arched her back and Paul nipped her collarbone sending jolt through her and she orgasmed again.

"Jesus ..." Paul panted "just like that."

Paul withdrew from her and turned her on her back, sliding quickly back in. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and started to hit the spot that made her always come sooner or later and it was going to be sooner this time. She couldn't understand how many times Paul could make her come. She was pulsing and clamping again, and she felt she would squirt.

"You feel so fucking good woman. You are mine! Give it to me, baby," Paul grunted, pistoning hard. It made her absolutely wild when Paul was acting like he owned her. It was crazy shit, but such a turn-on.

"Yes! I'm yours!" she moaned shamelessly. Their sex was so insanely hot she was blown away. And they could be as loud as they wanted, and no one would hear them; her apartment was soundproofed. It needed to be so that she could play and practice whenever she needed to.

"Give it to me!" Paul growled again and he slammed his cock at the spot that would make her burst soon. As she felt Paul's hips jerking, telling her he was almost there, the release came to her, and she squirted the liquid, making Paul growl louder.

All she could do was scream.

"Fuck baby. Yes! that is so fucking hot!"

Paul crashed on top of her keeping most of his weight off her. His mouth smashed against hers and they kissed like they needed it more than they needed the air to breathe.

Finally, they were able to stop, and Paul moved to his back pulling her against his chest. She pressed her head against his furiously beating heart. She loved listening to his heartbeat.

"Dear Lord Paul, you are going to be death of me," Bella said.

Paul just chuckled kissing her template.

Paul had fucked all the stress out of her. The thought made her laugh; only she was too beat to laugh. Bella felt happy and content. She knew it wouldn't last; she would be stressing out soon enough, but she was basking in post-coital bliss right now. She had never felt this good.

"I hate that I have to leave," Paul said skimming his hand on her shoulder.

"I know. I hate it too. But we can't do anything about it, so let's not dwell on it, okay."

"Hmm. What would I do to be able to fell asleep right here right now."

"Me too baby."

They've been together for a little over three weeks now, not that they were counting. They were both painfully aware that the time they were able to be together was precious. They didn't have enough of it for starters. Bella was getting ready for her solo audition. Patrick was relentless, and it made him a great teacher and her stressed and nervous. Only Paul's touches, whispers, and fantastic use of his magnificent cock could help her relax.

Paul had his duties, which took him away from her often. He was just finishing up his culinary arts program, which meant a lot of work. He also had his work in Sue's diner and the tribal stuff with Sam and Jared. The tribal security stuff was a mystery, but Bella knew that Paul told her everything he could. It was due to their two-yearlong honest friendship that she could trust him even though she could see that he obviously wasn't telling her everything and sometimes bent the truth a bit. Bella could see that Paul hated doing that, which made her love him even more. She understood that the tribe had their secrets that outsiders weren't supposed to know about. What an earth they could be though, she didn't have a clue. Maybe there would be a time when Paul could tell her.

Bella had always been very interested about Quileute tribe and its' history and the legends. When her father had still been alive, they often went to the bonfires held on First Beach. On those bonfires Billy Black told stories that were based on their legends. She'd memorized them, she even wrote them into her notebook and made some stories of her own. If playing violin hadn't been her passion, Bella would probably want to be a writer. She had even composed a little tune when she was about 14 to go with the stories.

Benjamin was obsessed with the tribal legends although he was never there on the beach to hear them, but Bella had told the stories to him and played her music. Benjamin wanted to listen to them every time she was at home by bedtime, and she was happy to do that for him. It kept the magic alive for her as well.

Her little brother had a fantastic imagination. This summer he had told her when they were at First Beach on one of those rare sunny and hot days that he had seen a big wolf on the edge of the forest. He described that the wolf was pitch black and taller than Bella. And since then, he played with minifigure wolves and dogs all the time, making up more stories about the wolves and the cold ones. Harry Potter Lego's were handy having them all: wolves and dogs and scary looking figures.

She should actually go home to see Ben and her mum. Renée had been nagging about her not being home enough. Now that she'd been with Paul, she'd been home even less than usual.

"Hey, would you drop me home if I go to see Ben and mom. Patrick can come to get me in the morning for the practice and if you're free tomorrow night we could drive back here?"

"Yes of course. It would be great to go to the beach tomorrow to have a walk like we used to," Paul said nuzzling her neck, "but I must be in school whole day, and after that I have shift in the diner and Sam might need me later."

"Paul you are working too hard," Bella told him. It sounded absolutely insane the amount of work he was doing.

"So are you, baby."

Well, that was true. Their lives were pretty hectic at the moment.

"But I'm off school soon and then I don't have to think about that shit anymore. I mean I love making food, but fuck that the school is boring."

"Yes, I know, and I'm the lucky one to get to eat your delicious food," she nipped his shoulder and moved to get out of the bed, but Paul didn't let her go.

"Let's shower and then we can leave. Ben would love to see you, if you have time."

"Yes, I miss that little nipper. I need to be back in the res by ten. We have enough time."

"When do you sleep, Paul?"

"There's no time to sleep, baby. Not when I'm with you."

AN:

Hey, I love your reviews and input to the story. There are lots of ideas that I've been thinking about already. We do think alike. And of course, we all have read Bella/Paul stories and have our favorites.

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I hope you all have had lovely holiday season. I want to wish all the best for the year 2022!