I don't know what time it was when I finally fell asleep, but I see the sun was already coming up, and now I can feel Emmett's lips against the back sides of my legs. "Bella if you don't get up I'm going to be forced to defile you again," he whispers against my skin.
I don't know what world he's living in, but if he thinks, that's going to make me move from this makeshift bed. He's wrong. "Come on Bell, I need food," right there, he said the magic word. I was starving.
I rolled over onto my back, pulling the covers with me. "You know I'm not going to cook you breakfast, right?" I ask him.
"I've seen what you consider eatable food. I'd rather eat prison food," Emmett says laughing. He tugs my blankets away. "Shower now, let's go."
Shower, that meant he was taking out, off the reservation. I hadn't even asked what was going on with James. I learned that here on the res, no one would tell me anything, so I stopped asking. I stood up from the bed that now lays on the floor, stretched and crack every bone in my body that I could. I wasn't going to lie, every inch of me hurt.
"Is it okay for me to leave the reservation now?" I ask Emmett making my way to the shower.
"Jacob took you off the reservation. You're just as safe with me as you were with him," his comment a little snapping than I'm used to and gone is the joy that was covering his face just minutes ago.
I turn on the shower and jump in. Emmett was fully dressed when he woke me up. So I know he won't be joining me, and I was kind of hoping he wouldn't hear my next comment all the way from the next room., and I didn't even say it that loud. "You sure seem to know a lot about what Jacob and I are doing considering I haven't seen or heard from you in over two weeks."
"The pack aren't the only ones watching over you while I'm gone." I open the shower curtain, and Emmett is in the doorway, taking up all of its tiny space.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean," I start to say before Emmett cuts me off.
"Don't ever apologize to me or anyone for speaking your mind," he looks down at the floor, shakes his head, turns, and exits the small bathroom.
I couldn't help but feel like I upset him more by saying I'm sorry than I did with my comment about him watching Jacob and me.
I quickly, finish up in the shower, towel dry my hair and get dressed. When I return to the bedroom, Emmett's not there. "Emmett!" I yell through the tiny house, but I can't find him anywhere.
When I open the front door, I see him sitting on the most amazing looking all black Indian Scout. This is not Billy's bike, and I'm guessing he went and picked her up. "She's beautiful," I tell Emmett, making my way towards the two of them, he wrote me about his bike lots of times. Also talking about how she was the one thing he missed most about the outside. It looks like his brothers took good care of her.
Emmett reaches his hand out, gliding it under my hair. "She's nothing compared to you," he says, and he kisses me softly. I've known a lot of bikers, and I think they all love their bikes more than their wives, club, and money.
He takes out a helmet from the side saddle and puts it on my head. I reach for the strap, and he bats my hand away. "I can put it on myself, I've been riding on the back of bikes since I could walk," I tell Emmett, but he just laughs.
"But you're not riding in back," he slides back just a bite in the seat and pats the small space in front of him. "You're driving." I know my face lite up like a little girl. When I was a kid, my dad would put me in front of him, and let me drive up and down the street. He was always the one in control, but it was the greatest joy of my childhood.
"You're going to let me drive your baby?" I ask him, jumping up and down.
"Yep, come on before I change my mind." I put my right foot on the front footrest and throw my left foot over.
Emmett tucks in closer to me, and I can't believe how good it is to have him wrapped around me. "I've never road bitch before," he whispers against my neck, his lips leaving a trail up to my ear. "I think I actually like it," he continues.
I put my hands on the handles, "Clutch, throttle, turn signal."
Emmett puts his hand on top of mine just as my dad did when I was little. "I've got you. Start her up. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't do it."
I push the red button, and she rumbles to life under me. I honestly want to turn around in my seat and rip every piece of Emmett's clothes off and have him do everything he did to me last night all over again, under the rumble of his baby.
"If you don't feed me none of that will happen," Emmett bites my ear. I guess all those phone calls really did teach him a lot about me and my body.
With my hands tucked in next to Emmett's, his body wrapped around me like armor, we drive into town at a nice relaxing pace. It feels so amazing. Now I know why the guys love riding so much and can do it for days and hours at a time. You really miss the experience of it when you're tucked in behind someone.
It surprises when we pull into Izzy's, and not one person flinches at me walking in with Emmett. Jessica greets us and asks Emmett if he'll have his usual. If anything she's thumbing her nose down at me like he's too good for me. I give her my order, but she doesn't seem too interested in it.
"Your usual?" I ask him once she walks out of ears distance. I'm not sure what I'm more upset by, the fact that she was drooling all over him right in front of me, and that he wasn't bothered by it, or the fact that everyone else in this town seems to have seen him more than I have.
"I have to eat," he says, and he's laughing at me I know he is. He can see it written all over my face that I'm pissed.
"How often do you come in here?" I look around the room at all the regulars and not one of them is surprised by him being here or even out of prison.
"Everyday since I got out," he takes a big gulp of his water. "When I'm in town. I was gone with Billy chasing a lead for a couple of days." He says, and that's the first I've heard about anything that's going on.
Two giggling waitresses come over carrying our food. They put out plates down, but both of their eyes are on Emmett. "Nice to see you back in town," the small brunette with the glasses says. Her name tag says Allison, but I've never seen her before.
"Only for the day," he says. "How do you like it here? You get all moved in?" This is my biggest problem. I always accused Jacob of doing everything under the sun. It not easy when girls are always throwing themselves at them. This was even harder to take because I felt like he was hiding from me, and the rest of the world got to see him. I was used to it being the other way around.
I held up my plate to the girl that was quietly standing behind Allison, as Emmett or her gabbed about how much work unpacking was. "This isn't my order," I tell her and she looks at me surprised like she didn't know what to do with it. It wasn't even close to what I ordered and right now even if it was, I completely lost my appetite.
My phone beeped, and I quickly checked it, anything to avoid what was taking place in front of me. However, I didn't have any messages. It beeped again, and Emmett told Allison he'd catch up with her later. He pulled a phone out of his pocket and scrolled through the messages.
I don't know if it was the women, finding out he hasn't been hiding in dark corners for the last month or what. But I lost it. I pushed myself up from the table and walked out of the restaurant. From the corner of my eye I can see Emmett stand and throw some money on the table, and he stops and kisses Allison on the cheek.
I don't stop at the bike, I just keep walking towards the station. I figure I can get one of the officers to give me a ride home. I wasn't going back to the reservation either. I'm done with all of this.
"Are you at least going to tell me why you're mad?" Emmett's voice is low, he's pretty far behind me but it carries, and he's not shouting at me. I hear his phone beep again.
"What the fuck is that?" I yell at him, marching back towards him.
"I believe it called a phone, Bell." He replies and slides the phone back into his pocket.
"I know it's a phone. How long have you had it, and I swear if you say since you got out…."
"Five weeks or so," he says laughing, and I don't think it's funny.
"How could you have that and not…" I stop. I don't know why I'm upset. We've been writing each other for four years. In those four years, I dated Jacob multiple times. We never once said we were together. Never once did he say he loved me. Even now, there's nothing that says he's mine.
His phone beeps again. "Bell, we have to go." He closes the gap between us. "They're bringing Billy home…."
"What do you mean they're bringing Billy home?" I shout at him. "Why didn't Billy come home with you? Why can't Billy bring himself home?"
Emmett wraps my hands in his. "There was an accident while we were on the road. "What? Is Billy ok?" billy was the closest thing to a father I'd had since my father passed. He might not have been the strictest father in the world, but he did the best he could.
"Billy will be ok. He was shot in the hip." Emmett proceeds to tell me.
"What the fuck!" I shout, "getting shot is not an accident."
"Well, he was on his bike, and his bike went down after." Emmett squeezes me hands tighter. "He's going to be fine, I promise you."
"How could you not tell me?" I pull away from him and head back to his bike. All I want to do is get back to my family.
"It was part of the agreement I made with Billy and the pack to be allowed on tribal land. For me to stay and watch you, I couldn't tell you what was going on."
"You were my babysitter." I jump on the back of the bike and put the helmet on. "I don't hear from you for almost 2 weeks, and the only reason I get to see you is that it was your turn to babysit me." I'm mad that he wasn't there because he missed me. I feel like our night together only happen to keep him from the question of where Jacob and everyone was. "I can't believe that was Billy's ultimatum, not for you to keep your hands to yourself." Because that would have saved me a whole lot of heartache, I could handle Billy getting shot a lot better than I'm handling this.
"That was Jacob's…" Emmett says once he brings the bike to life, hoping I wouldn't hear it over the loud roar.
"Shit Jacob. He must be a mess," I mutter under my breath, but I'm sure he heard me because the remainder of the ride was silent.
