CHAPTER 17
Bellas p.o.v
The sun shone brightly through the large sliding glass door in LuLu's bedroom waking me up. I lay on my left side, Squinting one eye open to look for LuLu's little Spider man alarm clock that was on his bedside table but it wasn't there. That's weird. I slowly push myself up into a sitting position and blink my eyes open slowly looking around the room while running my fingers through the birds nest on the top of my head and push it away from my face. Confusion started trickling in to my sleep fogged brain and a frown pulls up my lips and nose to one side in a scrunched up face. How did I get back to Sam and I's bedroom? I was pretty sure I fell asleep with LuLu watching Peter Pan? I peruse the room looking for the other owner, speaking of the moody wolf, where was he at anyway?
I flop back on the pillows, burying my face deep into them and take big gulps of the manly, spicy musky scent that saturates the fluffy pillows. A delicious warm tingle starts to build between my legs just thinking about how Sam's lips felt on my skin and the way that rumbling noise he makes turns my body to a hot gooey mess. I bury myface further in the pillows nuzzling them
"Mmmm, I love the smell of these pillows!" I moan out loud after a few minutes of indulging myself with Sams yummy smelling pillows I sit up. "Think I'll go take a shower." I say to myself and flip the heavy covers back and bounce my way to the bathroom. I shower quickly and walk back to the bedroom wrapped up in a towel and walk over to the closet to pick out a pair of boot cut dark denim jeans and a lacy purple babydoll shirt. I grabbed a pair of short heeled black boots. I walk back out to the bed, throwing my outfit on it and go back to the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. After I finish french braiding my still damp hair I get to work on my makeup. I was feeling pretty empowered so I decided to have my makeup reflect my mood; Making my eyes look smoky with golds/bronze and peach colored shadows with a thick cats-eye outline around my eyes and mascara. Then I get to work on my skin; Adding the foundation, concealer, bronzer and blush then to finish off my makeup I apply a nude lip-stain.
After my hair and makeup are done I saunter out of the bathroom, making my way to my dresser where I pull out a set of undergarments and proceed to get dress, the jeans fit my butt, hips and thighs like a second skin and my purple babydoll shirt was sheer and lacy and hugged my chest beautify but flowed out around my hips making them look bigger than they were. I hurry with my soaks and shoes wanting to go find Lucas, then walked across the hall over to Lucas's room to make sure he was up and ready for the day, also i wanted to make sure his bed was made and room was cleaned up, just in case he didn't. With all the excitement of being here his manors have slacked just a touch.
I knocked on his stickered bedroom door but got no response, Hmm that's weird. I open the door, looking around I stood there stunned. Not only was the room empty...And, wait? Did Luke really make his own bed and pick up the toys from yesterday? wow! My eyebrows raise as I walk further into the room and inspect it. He'd had Lego's splayed out all over the floor last night along with his huge HotWheels race track and every toy car he owned. But looking around now, the room was clean and lego free. I rest my hands on my hips, smiling thinking about my little man. Shrugging, I walk over and grab his laundry basket and the he left on floor next to the dresser and head down the hall to the elevator to go to the kitchen floor where I would ask Emily about where the laundry room was. I may be showered with respect and shit but I wasn't going to have anyone do mine or LuLu's laundry. That just wasn't going to happen.
When the elevator door dings open I am hit with a strong smell of bacon and fresh oranges. A smile lifts my lips and my stomach grumbles loudly. I freaking love Emily so damn much right now. As I make my way to the kitchen I could hear laughter echoing through the halls and other rooms, this floor was alive with the morning hustle and bustle and it made my chest expand with contentment, It bubbled up and left my cheeks burn with how big I was smiling. As I got closer to the kitchen I noticed the laughter was getting even louder.
"Ya so I walk back down stairs to ask Bell's if I could have a snack and the guys shes with is eating her face!" Laughter erupts a few seconds after Lucas ends his story. My hand flys up to cover my eyes and I shake my head in disdain. God I remembered that day! It was so embarrassing, and come to think of it, it was only a few weeks before my parents had passed away. Mike Newton was trying to ask me out again. We had been working on our Bio projects and when I went to lean over to grab the plastic DNA spiral replica model we had made together, he grabs my head and plants a sloppy kiss on my lips. It was way to wet and had way to much tongue action. Plus his breath had smelled horribly fishy. Just thinking about it again makes me do a full body shiver.
"Its not funny! Its nasty, who would want to eat Bell's?"
"Who indeed. Sam, any thoughts?" Paul said. I could tell he was barely containing his laughter while he spoke.
At the mention of Sam's name my heart lurches and a flush flows up my neck resting on my cheeks, then my brain computes the innuendo Paul was making and the flush becomes a full blow hot flash. Either way I needed to get Luke out of there before he starts telling more embarrassing stories about me to them.
The laughter immediately dies as I swing the kitchen door open, avoiding 4 pairs of eyes I straighten my back and hoist the laundry basket higher on my hip and walk over to Emily, who was in her office sipping coffee and reading over some paperwork. I rap my knuckles softly on the doorjamb causing her to jerk her head up fast, looking up at me with a warm smiling. I respond with my own An absent thought passes through my mind, noting that she wasn't the one cooking the breakfast I could hear sizzling away at the stove.
"Hey Em, could you show me where the laundry room is, id like to do LuLu and I's laundry." Her smile dims a little; casting her eyes towards Sam who -I assumed- was listening intently to mine and Ems conversation stood next to the stove cooking. 'So he was the one making breakfast' I looked over my shoulder -following her eyes- to see Sam leaning against the counter with his arms folded holding a pair of metal tongs. The sight almost made me giggle; I had to bite down hard on the inside of my lips to keep my amused hysteria at bay. He just looked way to out of place holding kitchen utensils and standing in front of a stove wearing one of Emily's cute girly cooking aprons. I turn back to stare at Emily my eyebrows creasing at the way she and Sam gazed at each other. Shrugging I played it off as them talking in that weird mind link thing Sam mentioned the other day and continued to stare at the two. Though her face was sorta stoic, she had began to worry her bottom lip subconsciously. I could tell she didn't feel comfortable telling me so I gave a hard sigh through my nose and turn around, walking towards the kitchen doors and out to find the laundry room. "Its fine Em, Ill just go find it myself." I tossed over my shoulder, walking past Sam when all of a sudden his hand caught my arm jerking me up to his chest. My breath rushed out from the impact and my cheeks heated. His proximity doing deliciously naughty things to my body.
I looked up at him. His face didn't really tell me anything, I could tell he wasn't happy about something because that solar flare ring was starting to bleed around his pupils.
"What?" I barked irritably,Hitching the basket to a more comfortable position on my hip. His eyes followed the movement. A low rumble starting to build louder by the second. What was his damn problem! My temper along with my patience was wearing thin with his fucking mood swings.
"I don't want my mate doing house chores. We have pack members to do that." He says, and grabs the over flowing basket from my hip. An indignant huff once more lets out past my lips, completely annoyed. "I am perfectly capable doing mine and Luke's laundry, thank you very much." I said in a tight voice, Snatching my basket back and walk away from him and over to Luke. I give him a smooch on the top of his head as I pass by, glancing at Paul then Sam one last time before paying attention to my baby brother.
"Hey Bell's, guess what? We're going to go play basket ball today, and Sam is making you breakfast in bed, I'm suppose to not say anything but since your awake and stuff I guess its okay to tell ya." Lucas excitedly starts to bounce and kick his legs under the kitchen island on his stool, picking up his fork and piercing the waffles, while stuffing a bite of bacon from his other hand, into his mouth. I purse my lips and give him a stern look, "Now Lucas, is that how you were taught to eat at the table? Please slow down and chew your food properly." His little eyes widen while he drops the bacon and whips his hands off then apologizes once his mouth is empty and sets to a more reasonable pace of eating. I may be young and still fairly immature but I'll be damned if I don't raise LuLu to be a proper gentlemen. My Mother and Father would be really proud of the way I'v raised him so fare and even more proud of how LuLu acts and treats others. I know I was...most of the time. HaHa.
"I'm glad you haven't sat down with the pack to yet eat, Right Jar? She'd be bending us all over her knee, Mmm, I can just picture it now." Paul says licking his lower lip slowly and giving me a smarmy smirk. Though the last bit was a little inappropriately placed. I glare up at him for saying something like that in front of my kid brother but before I can say or for that mater physically scold him, Sam's throwing a cast iron skillet at his head. A loud CLUNG rings out and then a THA-DUMP followed up with some moaning. Gasping, I drop my cloths basket and run over to Paul's sprawled out body in between the kitchen island, the little dinning table and the fridge I move around the island being careful not to step on him and stand above to make sure he wasn't bleeding or anything. My eyes land on the cast iron pan, it had a head shaped dent in it. I bit the side of my bottom lip as I bend down at the knees to basically straddle Paul, grabbing Paul's arm to help him slowly sit up. Growling could be heard in the background but I ignored it as I tended to Paul. Even though he was a dick I couldn't help my instincts to tend to him. It was weird one minute I was furious with him the next I was fretting over him like a mamma bear to her cubs. I give him a few hard thumps on his back then check his head. after a few seconds Paul comes too.
"Dude what the fuck!." Paul yells out as I help him start to stand up, staggering a little only to drop him half way up, he lands on his back once more. Angry with him all over again for his langue. I press my foot to his chest and glare down at him and point my finger at him. "If I hear you, any of you," I say -briefly looking up at the rest of everyone- "Talk like that around Lucas again, I'm going to skin your hides and mount them to my bedroom wall. GOT IT!" I growl out while pointing my finger at him. Paul's eyes grow three times in size, ducking his head apologetically as well as respect. Then this strange high pitched noise comes out of him. If I didn't know any better I'd say it sounded like a. . . like a whine, the kind dogs make.
"Yes ma'm, Sorry Luna." Paul says, baring his neck. I straighten up and walk over him to stand by the island still facing each other. I cast a quick glance to my left where Sam stood, he again had his arms crossed against his chest but this time his face shown actual emotion. Pride, acceptance, and approval bright and clear all over it. He cast his eye over my shoulder to Paul, nodding his approval. Paul too nodded taking that as a sign to move. Paul grunted then got up. Something really weird happened then...Paul by passed me and walked over to Sam, Paul bent his head to the left side really fare and leaned close to Sam. Be shocked me even more, Sam than wrapped his arms around Paul and pressed his mouth to Paul's bared neck, a soft rumbling sound coming from Sam.
I'm pretty sure my face had one of those weird eyebrow looks going on, you know the kind that Dwayne "The Rock" Jonson makes. The weird exchange was making strange emotions bubble up in my body, -I was a little turned on by the male/male action, I was little mad that Sam would do something like that in front of me not really understanding why since he kept saying I was his mate. And I was feeling very possessive over Sam, I didn't like or understand why Paul was giving himself to Sam. and I really didn't want Paul's neck anywhere near Sam's lips. Like I said, there were a shit tone of weird emotions and thoughts running through m head from their little bonding moment.
Huffing in frustration, I cleared my throat awkwardly and went back over to Luke, choosing to ignore that little display for later explanation from Sam when we were alone together. I sat down next to Luke, who was now busy playing tic-tac-toe with Kim and eating his waffle, He hadn't even noticed the weird neck thing at all and from the way everyone else was acting, it seemed to be normal behavior which only confused me even more. A smile crosses my face as I looked down at him, He looked so cute at this very moment. Lucas had whipped cream and chocolate sauce smeared over his cheeks, his little eyebrows were pinched together trying to concentrate on winning the little game. I run my hands through his hair and laugh, he glares up sat me and tries to duck away from my petting But before I can say anything, a deep voice sounds and warmth floods my back sending butterflies and a hard shiver to roll over my shoulder and down my spine.
"I guess surprising you with breakfast in bed is out now, huh," Sam whispers in my ear, placing a soft lingering kiss behind it while simultaneously sliding a plate in front of me. "You look beautiful in purple, by the way." He says, running a toasty hand down my shoulder and arm to stop at my hand where he bringing my fingers to his lips, giving them a lingering kiss. I stare into his eyes swallowing hard and licking my sudden dry lips. His eyes follow my tong and I watch his pupils dilate. I Feeling like my throat is clogged I clear it then turn back round to my plate and busy myself with my food trying with all my might to ignore Sam's heated stares.
"So, basketball huh?" I ask Lucas with a raised eyebrow and grab up a piece of perfectly cooked bacon. I struggle to hold back the lewd moan as my taste-buds explode with the flavor of crispy smoked pig, I had woken up fucking starving. I place my chin in my left hand and tilt my head to eye Luke from my right while I lazily ate.
"Little man's idea, He said and I quote, "I'm the best Basketball player, and I can totally kick all of your old guys butts," Sam cuts in, amusement thick in his voice. "So Paul accepted, Not being able to ever turn down a challenge, even if it is from a five year old." He finishes, playfully glaring at Paul, who than started to blush a soft pink.
I give a full belly laugh at Sam's horrible impression of Lucas. I couldn't help it the high pitched voice Sam made was hilarious. Then a thought accord to me. They didn't know how good I was at basketball. I mean, I did turn down a full basketball scholarship to University so I could take care of Lucas full time. I was actually one of the best players in my middle school and high school. I looked up at Sam and smiled really big at him. Sam competently light up at that. His whole face was breathtakingly beautiful when he smiled really big. It made my heartbeat a little off kilter and my respiration to break up.
I turn back to look down at my little brother who was making a face at Sam.
"Alright! I'm totally in." I say. Looking at Lucas, giving him a wink. He gets a evil smile on his face and gives me a thumps up.
"Bella is on my team!" Lucas quickly yells, shoving his fist into the air and practically stands on top of his stool from excitement. I gasp, my eyes going wide and go to grab him but Sam gets to Luke first.
"Hey little man, plant that butt back on the stool. You know better then to stand up like this at the table." Sam gives him a stern look and Luke instantly plants his toosh and looks up at him bashfully mumbling an apology.
"Sam's on mine team." Paul sates, not phased from the momentary interruption. He gives Sam a high five and smirks.
I begin to frown, though their attitudes were infectious, I couldn't help being a Debby downer. we needed more than 4 people for a true game.
"Bud, were gonna need more than 4 people if we want to play a true game of basketball. I say, I was eager to play a true game, it had been awhile since I played a true 10 person game. So I was hoping we could. Call me selfish. At my statement both Lucas's and Paul's faces fall. Then Sam leans over the other side of the counter across from Luke and winks at him. My piece of toast gets stuck in my throat at how sexy he made the gesture look, I cough a little and gulp down my fresh squeezed O.J. Kim, who was sitting next to me giggles behind her hand and gives me a elbow. She must have seen my reaction. Rolling my eyes at her I turn my focus back to the conversation.
"You just go get changed into some loose cloths. I'll make sure we have full teams to play." Sam says the first part directed towards me and the last part to the boys.
Before I can left my empty plate up and bring it to the sink Sam dashes over the counter and grabs it from me, giving me a rugged smirk that stops my breath once again and makes my lady bits tingle. Why is he so fucking sexy. God my hormones are going damn crazy since I "met" Sam. Shrugging I move to kiss Lucas, telling him to be good while I'm getting changed and then I run up the stairs to the top floor. I vetoed the elevator in order for a quick warm up on my legs.
Bursting through the 5th floor stairway door, I run down the hall and into Sam and I's bedroom going straight over to my dresser. Opening the bottom drawer, throwing cloths over my shoulders in search of my outfit. Giving a victorious nose I pull out my old basketball team uniform. I don't know if you could really call it a uniform when it was basically a pair of tight little black stretchy shorts that barely covered my buttcheeks, a black sports bra and a loose black/gold school basketball tank top jersey that had the mascot on the front with my last name and team number on the back. I grabbed a couple elastic bands and a few bobby pins to put my hair up off my neck. I sprinted over to the closet grabbing a pair of think soaks and a pair of my Air Jordan's. Running back down the stairs I burst through the garage door and met everyone outside, finishing up my hair as I went. I had pulled my hair up high on top of my head and pinned my bangs back so all my hair was out of my face.
True to his word, Sam had enough pack members in the backyard to make up two 5 person teams. I scanned around the backyard while I stretched and did a few warm ups. It looked like half the pack were out to watch the game. People lined the the concrete poured basketball court. It looked really professional to be completely honest, I could also tell it was a expansive job. It looked like people also had snacks and. . .Beer? I smirked at that. The pack was acting like this was a for-reals basketball game.
Sam, Paul, and Lucas were standing in the middle of the court talking with a couple other pack members, both grown men were wearing black basketball shorts, but what made me pause mid standing Adductor and totally captured my attention was the sleeveless gold under armor shirt that hugged Sam's muscles like a second skin.
Arousal shoots through my veins and starts shooting down to my lower belly settling hot and heavy between my thighs. I clear my throat and shake my head, doing my best to getting back to my warm up stretches. This was no time to be fantasizing about licking and biting those amazing ribs of muscles down Sam's taught stomach.
Finishing up my stretching, I stand and shake my arms to loosen my shoulders, take a deep breath, doing a couple high jumps up in the air on my toes then walk over to my baby brother. He takes off running, meeting me half way. He was sporting his own basketball shorts and a lego t-shirt. He's smiling and laughing and just looks so happy. Warmth swells in my chest, happiness and contentment overflows in me. I'm so happy my baby brother is so happy here. I had been so worried he wouldn't be ok here, I'm thankful I was completely wrong.
"We're skins sis." Luke yells over his shoulder as he runs back over to the other guys. I smile at his cuteness. Chuckling and shaking my head I walk over to the other 9 guys. I scan the group to see what my teammates and opponents look like, sizing everyone up and calculating a game plan. Every single one of them were bulging with muscle.
My team was made up of myself, Lucas, Jared, Embry and a young looking kid named Seth. Our opponents were Sam, Paul, Quil, Jacob and another young lookin kid I forgot the name of. I was the only girl on the team. Oh joy. (hear the sarcasm) When I walked up to my team I shook their hands and said hey to them all. I laughed a little at how small Luke and I looked next to all of them. Luke tugged on my jersey signaling that I needed to shed my top. I giggled at his pinched face and threw my shirt over my head, leaving me in just my little black stretchy workout shorts and black stretchy sports bra. I didn't feel weird or self-conscious at all walking around in skimpy clothes -stripper remember- I was used to wearing zilch in front of way more grown men and woman than this. So this didn't phase me in the least. Though that didn't mean others didn't have issues.
A ferocious growl echos through the yard before a shaking Sam comes bounding to stand in front of me, shielding me from everyone's eyes.
"Put. Your. Shirt. Back. On. This. Instant." He says slowly through clinched teeth.
I frown. "Lucas said we were skins?" I state, trying to walk back over to my team but his hand stops me, gripping it tightly and probably leaving a bruised imprint.
"Well you're team has just upgraded to shirts." He growls, walking over to pick up my shirt and tossing it back in my face then a evil smirk spreads over his handsome face and leans down to my level near my ear. "We can play Skins later." He helps me put my jersey back on seeing as I had gone to mush. I tried really hard not to blush at his comment but failed, horribly. Trying hard to ignore his cocky smile I turn around and start walking but then stop and yell over my shoulder "Good luck sexy, just so ya'no I'm kinda a pro at this." His head snaps back over to me and I can tell his eyes widen when he actually looks at my shirt, that or it was from me calling him sexy. Hm. I think I just found a vantage point I can work with. Smirking evilly at him, pursing my lips towards him I blow a kiss. I could make out his addems apple bobbing from him swallowing hard, then He turned and heads back over to his own team yelling at them to group up.
"We're gonna be skins." His clear voice rings out, oozing authority. When I make it to our side of the court I turn around, arms folded and hip cocked to one side waiting with my team, then my eyes catch the other team and my jaw drops, my breathing hitched and my blood pressure spikes as I watch Sam's muscles clinch and roll as he sheds off his shirt.
Mmmm, yummy! I swallow the extra saliva that built up in my mouth, don't want to start drooling now do we. If only I had my phone on my, I'd of totally made a GIF on that little move. Apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed, as a few wolf whistles, girlish giggles and claps erupt from the crowd, though when I had shed my own shirt I got way more attention them him. Which made me giggle a little but a wad of jealousy still bubbled up.
"Good luck, Alpha." A woman yells in a high pitched nasally fan girl voice calls out with a small wave. A ping of envy shoots through me as I stare at her. She was in shorter shorts then even I was wearing and a tube top, Her black hair fell in waves and her dark caramel skin make her striking green eyes pop. She had long sexy toned legs and big tits with a nice round ass. Shes absolutely gorgeous and it was making that jealousy I felt earlier blossom even further in me but also a small ping of arousal hits me from watching her spectacular rack bounce from her enthusiastic jumping. I tilted my head to the side and bit the side of my lower lip while I watched her bounce and dance around cheering her Alpha on.
'Jokes on you sweet thing, Sam is ta-.' I pause mid thought...did he just smile and wave back at ? Why would he acknowledge her when I am right here? Suddenly I am very aware that he never answered my *Are we Exclusive now* question the other day while we had our 'Talk'. He said that I was his but that doesn't mean he was only mine. Did that girl and him have a relationship in the past? Do they still have one now? Because based on her face and the overly Lovey-Dovey stuff shes saying and doing makes me think so. It was like a bucket of ice water was dumped over me as I stand there watching her twirl her stupidly perfect black curly hair around her stupidly perfect manicured finger. Every emotion that had been pumping through my veins moments ago are replaced by motivation and anger.
Squaring my shoulders I make an about face and get set for the start of the game and agitatedly shout - "Are we ready yet? First 5 is the winner. No shifting." I say shooting an accusatory look at Paul and then as a after thought, the rest of the Wolfs around me. Everyone rolled there eyes at my words.
"Your ball first, Kitten." Sam tosses me the ball, but the flames of anger had already started to burn through my system causing my competitiveness to roar with a fiery passion. He was gonna go down. Not wanting his pity I stick my nose up and sneer at him, "Thanks but we don't need your pity," I say tossing the ball back at him as hard as I could. He recoils more so from shock than the actual impact of the ball hitting his gut, his eyes held nothing but confusion as he stared at me. He than moves to take a step back but I yell out over my shoulder, not breaking eye contact with him. "Hey Kim come here!" I yell over to her, she jumps and squeaks then runs over to us. Her eyes swivel from me to Sam and back to me.
"Do us a favor," I say and grab the ball back from Sam, handing the ball over to Kim, she shuffled her feet back and forth nervously, not really sure what she was supposed to do. I break my stare off with Sam to smile sweetly at her and wink as I started to explain. "Just toss the ball as high and hard as you can and jump back out of our way as fast as you can hun." I say, getting into position, braising myself on my toes ready to jump with all my might. Slowly the teams also get into position around Sam and I. He gives me a smirk which I reply with my own evil grin, winking and blowing him a kiss just as Kim tosses the basketball with all her might up into the air giving a loud Haaa-Yaaa! taking advantage of Sam's distraction I kick off the ground with all my might grabbing the ball, dribbling it over to our court.
Let the Games begin baby, get ready to have your ass handed to you!