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Are you gonna be my girl - Jet

My legs tightened around his hips as I locked my ankles behind him. His jeans were rough against my inner thigh, and his hand cupped my ass, grinding me against him. Our lips were mere inches from each other.

"Jake..." I whispered, begging, pleading.

"Do you want me to stop, Bells?" His voice was husky as his other hand moved up my back.

I didn't reply, and he ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

"Just say the word, Bells, and I'll stop."

My finger raked over his shoulders as he slid off my bra strap. I arched my back as he nibbled and sucked at my collarbone, his hand moving down to my ribs, his thumbs brushing the fabric of my bra.

"Do you want me to stop now?" He nipped on my earlobe before kissing me, his warm hand caressing my face and neck.

"No," I moaned against his lips.

"Then what do you want?" His fingers skimmed the tops of my breasts as he furrowed his brow.

"She wants to wake up and go to a party." A giant wolf in a policeman's jacket trotted onto the sand.

"Dad?" My eyes popped open over Jake's shoulder just as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my underwear.

"You're gonna be late." The wolf tapped his watch.

"Bella? You're gonna be late." Charlie's hand patted me on the arm. I seemed to have fallen asleep while reading.

Dammit.

"Err, yeah." I blinked groggily and prayed I hadn't said anything out loud.

"I'll call Emily and tell her you're getting late."

"Thanks, Dad." I walked to my closet and hurriedly started picking out clothes.

Charlie paused at the door. "Bella?"

"Yeah, Dad?" I scrutinized a pair of skinny jeans before throwing them onto the bed.

"Jacob giving you trouble?"

Oh, crap.

I tried to act nonchalant while pretty much crawling into the closet so he couldn't see my face.

"No, Dad. Why?" I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Oh, just asking."

The door clicked behind him and I collapsed on the floor, my face in my hands.

By the time I got to Emily's, Kim, Leah and Rachel were already busy with the drinks. I was greeted with hugs and a margarita was pushed into my hands. I raised my glass with the others as Leah made a toast to the beautiful bride and an amazing night.

And shameless sex dreams.

"Hi, I'm Michelle. You're Bella, right?"

I blinked at the blonde vision speaking to me. She was…stunning. She rose from her seat. She was…graceful. She stood next to me, holding out her hand. She was…tall.

I hated her instantly.

I shook her hand hesitantly and smiled. "I see my reputation precedes me."

"Oh, it's just that Rachel talks about all you guys. I feel like I know you already."

You know nothing about me, you hot Amazonian model ... nothing.

"I went to college with Rachel here," she said, poking Rachel in the arm. "Oooh, drinks!" She squealed, grabbing another margarita. She was throwing them back like glasses of water.

Great! A chipper, hot Amazonian model.

She seemed nice and after the first few minutes of wondering if I had 'switched teams,' I settled on the couch next to Rachel and watched as Michelle proceeded to charm the pants off everybody in the room. Even Leah looked smiley and it and it had taken years before Leah had cracked a smile at me.

"Rach," I gently prodded her. "Does she know?"

"Does she know what?"

"You know … about the guys … 'poof?' " I whispered, moving my hands apart with my fingers spread wide.

"Poof?" She asked, confused.

"As in 'poof' … and then 'woof?' "

Yeah, that first drink was making me ramble already.

She patted my leg, smiling. "No, Bella, she doesn't know, and the only poofing I want to hear are my undies when the stripper arrives."

I shuddered. Strippers.

"But what about Paul?"

"What about him? I'm sure he's at some dingy club with the rest of the guys, drooling down some blonde's fake tits."

"And you're not worried?"

"Honey, he can look at the menu all he wants, but at the end of the day, he eats at home."

"Amen!" Kim yelled from the other end of the room, already on her fourth drink.

I suppressed the errant visual of Jake drooling over some blonde whore and took a big gulp of my drink.

"Bella, can I talk to you?" Emily tugged at my hand and took me to the kitchen.

"Well, since you're dragging me, sure."

She sat on the bar stool while I leaned on my elbows on the counter, staring intently at the drink between my hands.

"You wanna tell me what happened last night?" Her nails tapped against the wood.

I cringed. "Nothing happened."

"Jake looked pissed and he was wet."

Wet denim ... FOCUS!

I inhaled quickly and she noticed. "OK, spill."

"I can't." I shook my head furiously. "You'll tell Sam."

"I'll tell Sam nothing."

"Even if he uses his Alpha voice?" I raised an eyebrow.

"The only person using the alpha voice in this house is me. Your secret's safe, hun." She patted my hand as I took a deep breath.

"Jacob kissed me."

She squealed like a 12-year-old getting a pony, making everyone in the living room look in our direction.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" She whispered after indicating to the girls that cats weren't being slaughtered in the kitchen.

"No, no, NO invoking, there will be no invoking. It's not what you think. He was pissed," I hissed back, one hand covering the side of my face.

"Ooooh, angry sex!" Em raised an eyebrow while taking a sip of her drink.

"Sex? No … there wasn't any sex. You lower that eyebrow right now, missy."

She giggled in response before relaxing her brow.

It's like talking to a caffeinated squirrel.

She slumped back on the stool and pouted. "There could have been."

"I knew you were spiking the juice. Drinking is dangerous for the babies, Em. You really should lay off the little bottles."

She snorted and pulled me back to the living room. I sat next to Michelle, feeling painfully inferior until she flashed a smile at me.

How is this woman not on a runway right now?

I heard a car stop and the women tittered nervously. I knocked back the last of my drink for some liquid courage and squeezed my eyes shut.

There was a knock on the door.

Please let him stop once he takes off his shirt.

Leah got up to open the door and the ladies squealed and whistled. I got up immediately to get a refill.

Please don't let him be wearing a lame gold banana hammock.

Suddenly the cheering stopped and was replaced by groans of frustration. I turned around to see Michelle on her feet squealing while Seth, Paul, Sam and Jacob looked on, bemused. Rachel tugged at her arm, forcing her to sit down.

"What? C'mon they're haaaaawwwt!"

I covered my face with my hand and turned around. This was just too much.

"Michelle, that's the groom and his friends." Rachel didn't sound too pleased.

"Wait, so they're not the strippers?"

Oh ... mah … gah … this was priceless.

I leaned back against the wall, my mouth to the glass to keep from snorting, and intentionally avoided Jacob's eyes.

Rachel pulled a picture of Sam and Emily off the table. "Look familiar?"

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" She covered her eyes with her perfectly manicured hands.

Sam held up a hand. "No problem. We're sorry for interrupting, babe." He leaned down to give Emily a kiss on her forehead. "The guys needed to change, and we thought the festivities were starting at nine."

"Yeah, false alarm." Emily rolled her eyes at Michelle, who seemed to have gotten her foot out of her mouth pretty quickly.

"You know, you guys could give us an impromptu performance." Michelle winked. I gagged.

Seth sidled up to her side of the couch and sat on the arm, his eyebrows wriggling suggestively.

"For you baby ... anything."

"Michelle, he's sixteen and still lets his mum comb his hair!"

"Leah!" he whined, getting up abruptly to go stand next to Sam.

"See? Whining … real sexy," Leah said sardonically.

"Since you boys are here, Michelle, this is my … worse half, Paul." Paul shook her hand before hooking his fingers on the back of his jeans. "You know Sam and Seth, and this is Jacob."

I stared at Jake over the rim of my glass. He shook her hand before leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms. He was wearing a black tee and dark jeans. His scruffy hair fell over his forehead, and I was mesmerized, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Oh, my god, Bella. Will you stop eye-effing him for just one second?

"Hi, Jacob," she almost purred. I almost threw up.

"Hi," he said, giving her a dazzling smile.

Urgh … typical. Nothing like a good pair of tits to make a guy smile.

I glanced down at my own and stuck out my bottom lip.

Not bad. Maybe he would have been less angry if I had flashed him in the water.

"OK, ladies, we'll be out of your hair in 10 minutes," Sam said with a grin. "Just yell if he shows up. We'll scramble out the window."

"Yeah, don't want the stripper to get a complex after seeing this." Paul pointed his thumbs at his chest with a wicked smile. Rachel threw a book at him, which he caught effortlessly.

"Oooh, foreplay!" Paul smirked and ran up the stairs before she could throw anything else, and the rest followed.

"Ladies." Jake nodded to the girls on the couch. I saw Michelle squirm and raise an eyebrow, meeting his chocolate brown eyes.

"Bella."

I gulped and acknowledged him with a quick nod. He trotted up the stairs and I forced myself not to look at his ass.

One minute you're ranting against him and the next you're ogling his assets. Shameless.

"Well, hell-to-the-o," Michelle sighed. "Those boys are just ..."

"Watch it, buddy, that's my man you're talking about." Rachel smacked her playfully on the shoulder.

"Yeah, well, Jacob isn't taken, is he?"

The room went deathly quiet as four heads turned slowly to look at me. It was freaky. Like, The Exorcist freaky.

"Um..." Emily's eyes darted around nervously at me, Kim, Leah and Rachel.

Michelle picked up on the vibe. "Oh, Bella, I'm sorry. I should just shut up."

"No, no, we're not together or anything. Ignore these whack jobs; we're just friends." I walked over to the empty chair and sat down after throwing a cushion and a "stop it" glare at Rachel.

"Oh, OK." Michelle looked infinitely pleased. "So it'd be OK if he and I hung out?"

The only place you'll be hanging out is from a tree branch … by a noose.

I plastered a big fake smile on my face. "Sure, sure. Be my guest."

The boys left 10 minutes later but I missed them because I was holed up in the bathroom with Michelle, who was trying to take my clothes off.

Lady, we just met. And what you're trying to do? It's called sexual assault.

"Oh, Bella, you'd look so much cuter without the cardigan. You have such an amazing figure."

I really didn't want to argue, and I was buzzed. I gave her another fake smile and nodded my head before stuffing the cardigan into my bag. I looked down at my skinny jeans and black, strappy top while she loosened my ponytail and executed some complicated, twisty thing that made my hair look so much more sophisticated.

I really hate this woman.

She pulled me out of the bathroom and paraded me in front of the others while they squealed and giggled, obviously affected by the seemingly never-ending supply of booze. I rolled my eyes and sat down when the phone rang. Kim reached over to answer it, her smile disappearing as the call continued. She mumbled a hurried "OK, fine" and hung up the phone.

"Bad news, guys, the stripper is sick." Everyone "awwwed" while I did a mental fist pump. "Apparently it's a bad case of diarrhea" The "awwwws" turned to "ewwwws," and I could see everyone look relieved that he wasn't coming. My brain was doing the Macarena with joy.

No dollar bills down man thongs. Woot!

"So, what do you guys wanna do?" Michelle piped up.

Damn overenthusiastic Amazon.

"There's a club in Port Angeles." Kim started clearing the empty glasses.

"Oh, yeah, but we're all pretty buzzed so ..." I stammered as I mentally crossed my fingers.

"I'm not. I can totally drive us there." Emily was still in squirrel mode.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

I reluctantly piled into the car with the others and crossed my arms, pouting while they chattered excitedly about drinks, boys and clothes.

You can take me there, but I sure as hell won't enjoy it.

The club wasn't as packed as we had thought it would be. One flirtatious smile from Michelle and we were in after just a five-minute wait in the line. I secretly envied her ability to get whatever she wanted with her looks. We stood at the bar, drinks in hand, and people-watched for a little while. We got a few free drinks and Michelle was hit on left, right and centre.

I totally wasn't jealous.

I was telling Kim about a bakery in Seattle when there was a tap on my shoulder.

"Bella?"

I squinted in the dim lights, and then my jaw dropped to the floor.

"Mike Newton?"

"The one and only." He flashed me a grin.

Oh, God, he's whitened his teeth.

He gave me an awkward hug, and I patted him nervously on the back.

"Wow, Bella, you look ..." He waved his arm over my form. I suddenly felt very naked.

"Andyou ..." I imitated him. …look like a moron. Lay off the spray tan, dude.

"You wanna dance?" He swung his arms like a dork, and I heard the others giggle behind me. "For old time's sake? … Unless Edward's here – he's not here, is he?" He looked terrified. This amused me.

"No, Mike, we're not together anymore. He got married."

He brightened up considerably before holding out his hand. "So?"

Great, a pity dance. This night can only get better, right?

The song abruptly changed to "Sexual Healing" by Marvin Gaye. The gaggle behind me burst out laughing as Mike dragged me to the dance floor and started doing awkward vertical worm movements.

Kill. Me. Now.

I could see the girls practically rolling on the floor in hysterics as I shuffled from one foot to the other, trying to avoid looking at the other couples acting out the lyrics around us. I maintained a respectable distance and shot daggers at Leah, who was now biting her lip and thrusting her pelvis in the direction of Mike's back. I shifted positions so I couldn't see them anymore and prayed the torture would end soon. The song seemed to go on forever.

What is this? The extended-to-eternity edition?

Suddenly Mike stopped his gyrations and straightened up. A look of terror crossed his face. I kept up the shuffling until I realized most of the women on the dance floor had already followed suit.

Geez, you'd think Johnny Depp had just walked in.

I turned around. The pack had just arrived, looking like a multiple orgasm on legs. Sam walked up to Emily and kissed her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist, and Paul dropped a quick kiss on Rachel's forehead. Seth waved and I waved back, earning me smiles from Quil, Embry and Jared, who had Kim's hand tightly in his. I looked back at Mike, who seemed to have calmed down considerably, and I wondered if Jacob had left early.

With a stripper in tow, perhaps.

I resumed the shuffling, staring at my feet as I felt everyone at the bar staring at my back. Suddenly, Mike lurched forward, hugging me and muttering something about "seeing a friend … that corner … see you around" before abandoning me on the dance floor. I pushed my hair behind my ear and attempted to walk back to the bar with some dignity.

Stupid Newton.

I smiled again at Seth, who gave me a "Him? Really?" look, and then stopped dead in my tracks.

He had his back to the bar and was leaning on his elbows. He had swapped his black tee for a button-down with messily rolled up sleeves. The hippos were doing "Swan Lake" in my stomach as he furrowed his brow the same way he did in my dream – the same way he did before I could tell him what I wanted him to do to me in explicit detail. He smiled at me as I made my way up to him. Then Michelle popped up between us.

"Hey, Jake, you wanna dance?"

He looked at Mike, who was trying to look inconspicuous in a dark corner, and shot her a smirk.

"Sure, sure, why not?"

Well, mother fuc–

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