Please be warned this screen is rated M!
The next couple of days went by in a blur. Jacob made sure I got my hands dirty every day working on the bike. He said owning a bike was about more than riding it. Just like he taught me with the truck, he taught me everything I needed to know about the bike.
It was nice spending the days with Jacob, it was like I had my friend back. There was never any pressure for anything more. For the first time in a long time, I had someone to talk to, as long as no one mentioned Emmett, the Fangers, or James. The tension stayed pretty low.
I spent my nights curled up in the oversized chair in my room, staring out the window, rereading Emmett's letters. Wondering if he and Billy were safe. I hadn't heard any of the pack mention their whereabouts in a few days, and believe me, I did my best to listen in from wherever I was at.
There was a new letter added to the box. I didn't find it till two nights ago, but it's my new favorite. You can always tell the ones that I've read more than once because the cress lines are tearing.
"Bell God, to finally say your name after all this time of holding it in. It's like whispering a prayer. Once I knew it was you, I should have stopped writing, but I couldn't I was already into deep. I was already so wrapped up in you that I couldn't untangle myself if I tried."
I feel the room turning, moving, it's as if I'm floating, flying. The warmth of what was once next to me starts to pull away. Its scent is inviting, alluring and I want more of it. I do my best to pull it closer, but it's stronger than me.
"Do you have something against beds?" His raspy voice is close to my ear, I can feel his cool breath on against my skin, and I want more.
"Just when it comes to sleeping," I tell him, and I open my eyes, only to see him staring down at me from just above me. I've dreamed of seeing him above me like this so many times, and now that I have a clearer vision of him after all these years, it has only made the dreams more realistic.
He starts to pull away. "Wait," I reach for him my small hands grabbing two handfuls of the bicep and then t-shirt when he pulls away a little more. "Don't go."
He pulls away and stands next to the bed. "I'll be over there," he points to the oversized chair that sits in the window overlooking the river.
"When I was a kid, I was scared of everything," Emmett stops and looks down at me. "My mom would lay in bed with me every night until I fell asleep," I explain to him, there's no reason for me to do it, but I want him to understand. "After she passed, I never got used to falling asleep alone."
Emmett went to the chair, and my heart sank. We've been pretty good at talking to each other. I couldn't believe that he didn't say anything in return.
I watched him tug off his boots, one at a time and set them next to the chair. He took a few breathes and got up from the chair. "This bed's not exactly built for two, let alone a man my size," and he isn't wrong.
I scoot all the way over, and he sits on the bed. He doesn't get in, he just sits on the edge. "I read the letters you wrote me," he says. "I'm sorry I worried you," he's talking about the letters I continued to write him after he got out when I didn't know what had happened to him. "I wanted to call you when they released me."
"You're here now," I say to him, reaching for him.
"But I shouldn't be," and it's a slap in the face. "As long as I was locked away you were safe."
"I feel pretty safe," I tell him and I raise up to my knees and put my arms around him, touching my body against his entirely for the first time. His body is tense, I run my hands down his arms. I can feel every scar and tattoo beneath my fingers. He exhales again.
"You should get some sleep. You have a long day with Jacob tomorrow." His jaw and he closes his eyes tight as he says. So he knows I've been hanging around Jacob and it bothers him.
"I'd much rather have a long night with you," I whisper in his ear. Pressing my chest against his back, I reach my hands down to his. He doesn't open his eyes, and I know that there is no way that a man like this could possibly be nerves.
"Bell," he whispers.
"Please don't call me that right now," I bring my mouth as close to his ear as I can without touching it. "Bella, please," I insist he calls me Bella in this moment.
Emmett pulls my arm around his neck, and my whole body comes with it. He's off the bed, and I'm against the wall faster than a cat, chasing a rabbit. Both my hands are pinned above my head, and Emmett is staring down at me like he's the hungriest man on earth, and I'm the very last steak.
"14 years Bella," he says my name and my inside weep. "I've been inside for 14 years," he drops my shorts and my underwear all the way to the floor in one push. "Only your letters," one of his fingers caresses the outside of my lower lips, softly. "And the sound of your voice to keep me company for the last 4 years," he slowly pushes his middle finger inside of me. "Let's see how many of those nights you were doing what I asked." He pulls his finger out slowly and pushes it back into its full depth, no faster than before. "Talk to me Bella," he says. "I want to hear the arousal in your voice," but I can't say a word.
It's not the same as when I did it for him. I had control, I could listen to him talk and set the pace. He couldn't talk dirty to me, people were listening. I sink into his hand every time he pulls his finger away. "Talk to me Bella," He says again, but I just shake my head and bite down harder on my lip. This time when he pushes his finger in he doesn't pull back, he pumps his palm again and again against me. I plug down harder on his palm, I've never needed to climax and not wanted to peak so much in my life. My body was confused by what it wanted.
My hands are now free and doing everything they can to get his shirt off. He lets me tug it over his head but once it is off his mouth is on mine. He pulled his fingers away from me, and my wrist are once again wrapped in his hand and pulled above my head. "Pill?" He pulled his mouth from mine, just an inch. It seems to be a question he already knows the answer to, I'm sure he checked my medication cabinet.
I nod my head, "yes." Falls from my lips when his mouth moves to my neck. Emmett lifts my legs, wrapping them around his hips. I can feel the roughness of his jeans against my thighs and the coolness of his belt right under my ass. He tilts my hips just right before he thrust into me, hard and fast. The picture on the wall next to us falls, and my body wouldn't stop quivering. "Oh my god," I hoarsely yell as he thrust into me again.
I bit my lip remembering Jacob is in the next room, as he thrust into me again, doing whatever it takes to stay quiet. "If you hold it in, I'll pull it out," Emmett says, biting at my bottom lip until I release it and let out another whimper.
One of his hands still holds my hands tightly above my head, the other is under my back, holding me up well he impels. My legs are tightening around him, and I dig my nails into his hand. "No ones here," he whispers against my lips.
I didn't care at this point if he was lying or not, I couldn't hold it in.
"Oh my god..." it wasn't loud, it was a soft cry of relief. I never felt anything like what was going on right now in my body. Emmett finally releases my hands, grabbing my hair, he slowly pushes inside me. Every movement is making me vibrate more inside.
He pulls out of me, and I can feel him running down my thighs. He walks me to the bed and tosses me onto it, falling on top off me. I hear the bed crack, and I can't help but laugh.
