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This chapter is a little sexy, so beware. I think (based on some other things I've read) that it's not too explicit, but I'd like to hear what your thoughts are? Is less really more?
You'll have to excuse me if I take a week to update…lots to do at work an I have an election soon!
JPOV
Not in Forks anymore
This place was kind of neat. I guess I had lived on the reservation for so long, that the city seemed foreign and a little intimidating. At home, Forks was the place to be…the place to shop, to interact with other human beings. I knew that when I was hungry I could go to the Diner, or to Russell's market to buy groceries. I knew where to get a pair of pants; where to park, and the name of the dude I bought parts from at the junkyard.
Boston was a world away. When we left the massive airport, it had taken us ten minutes to walk to a parking lot, which was packed with hybrid cars and late model luxury vehicles that nobody in Forks would think of owning. Bella had paid Fifteen dollars to the unfriendly woman in the gate-booth, and I wondered if the car had been parked there for a month. When I asked her about the cost of parking, she only laughed. Evidently, if she had been there for a month, it would have cost us a lot more than what she had parted with today.
Driving through the city was frightening. The traffic was bad, and Bella's driving had worsened considerably over the years. I guessed the city had taken its toll on her safety consciousness. The overpasses which I assumed had some sort of speed limit were treated like racetracks. It was a very cool looking city, though; having the aura of intensity and busyness that most cities do.
I had never been to Bella's house; she told me I'd have my own room.
Too bad.
I had every intention of being respectful of my Bells' personal space, and of not coming on to her at all. It was really the best thing, truth be told. Then she goes and spends god knows how much money on a romantic vacation around the freakin' world. A Greek Islands cruise? Jesus. Do you know how small those cabins are? What happens when you're aboard and there's nothing to do?
Yup, we'd definitely be getting it on.
We arrived at the house just after 9 p.m. Jillian had cooked something amazing, which evidently was a surprise even to Bella. As always, I ate an excessive amount of food, which shocked the chef . Bella, of course, was unsurprised and simply told her friend I was extremely "athletic," and needed to consume a lot of calories. Jill giggled.
I heard them giggling some more after dinner, as they flitted around in the kitchen. I was in the adjacent living space, pretending to watch television; and since poor Jill didn't know about my werewolf senses, she felt free to disclose her every thought to Bells.
"God, he is incredible" She whispered. "I don't think I've ever seen a man that… buff."
Bella laughed a little.
"I mean, you can see his muscles right through his t-shirt. Those hanes-his-way usually don't look sexy on a man, but…oh my god!"
I chuckled quietly, not wanting to alert the girls to my eavesdropping.
Bella, presumably aware that I could hear the private dialogue, cleared her throat and responded in an effort to end the conversation.
"Yes, he's very big, and quite beautiful. Unfortunately, he knows that." She glared in my direction.
Say whaaaat? I am so not vain.
I looked over toward the kitchen and saw the pair leaned in toward one another. Bella was hunched over the sink, uncorking a bottle of red wine; her friend was still staring in my direction. I saw my girl look up at her roommate for a moment with a glare, and she cleared her throat again as if to claim me. The two made eye contact. Bella was not smiling.
Jealous Much?
"I think I'll go out and get some of that evening sea air. See you both in the morning?" The question was directed at Bella and I, but Jill didn't look directly at me now.
"I'll do breakfast," Bella assured her, smiling nervously. It was an effort to keep things cool.
Jill turned her head and walked out onto the deck with a magazine and a martini glass filled with something green. She seemed uncomfortable, and I felt a little sorry that she felt unwelcome in her own house, especially after the nice dinner she'd prepared. I liked her a lot, actually. She seemed pretty sweet, and wasn't in any way unattractive. She was curvy and tall, with stick straight red hair and those all-over freckles that are kind of wild-sexy. I decided to play with Bells a little. Play up the jealousy a bit to see if I could elicit a reaction.
Mean Jake.
I waited until she had joined me on the sofa. She carried a glass of wine for herself, and a beer for me. Presumably.
"What do you think of the house?"
"It's really nice, Bells." I could tell that she was proud of her home, and it was definitely a cute, well decorated home. Chic, even.
Chic?
Great, I live in one of those coffee table magazine houses.
I laughed at the thought.
"What's so funny Jake?" Bella glared at me, but it was a teasing glower.
"No, no… I really like it. It's just that I was thinking how different it is from Billy's. You know?"
"Yah."
We were both utterly silent for a full minute.
"Bella?"
"Jake?"
"Why can't I stay in your room?"
Another moment of silence. This one was shorter, but more loaded. I watched Bella fiddle with her wine glass, rolling it in her palms. She settled into the sofa cushions, as if to prepare herself for what she was about to say, and looked up at me with purpose.
"You know it's not a great idea. I mean, it's not that I don't…love you. I do, and you know how comfortable I am being close to you. Physically I mean." She paused. "I mean, I have always been comfortable sleeping next to you. Having the physical proximity. But if we slept together here, and with you living here…"
I looked at her nervous, longing face, and I had two thoughts. One was that I wanted to grab her and kiss her like crazy. The other was that she had no idea what I was saying, so I corrected her mid-rant.
"Bells…honey, stop. That's not what I meant. I just thought maybe we could put my bed in your room. So we can be near each other. That's all."
Bullshit, Black. You know where this will take you.
I looked at her straight on, and I could see in her eyes that she was considering, and it looked like she was thinking hard.
"No pressure, sweets. I don't mind sleeping away from you. I just prefer the company." I smiled, and she laughed.
"You can move the bed." It was a simple statement that made my heart jump.
"Great. Will do. Now tell me all about your travels, so I have something to dream about before bed."
I sat enraptured while she told me about the countries she'd been to, and the things she had seen from the taxi window. She told me about the fancy hotels she stayed at; her hatred of Indian and middle eastern foods, the constant search for and purchase of candy and booze for sustenance.
We talked about Italy, about how happy she'd be to meet the people. The thing she had bemoaned above all was how she had never had the time to talk to anyone on her trips abroad; to develop friendships, or find pen pals. I could see that. I wanted to be with her when she finally got to do those things she had dreamed of for so long.
I lay in bed, daydreaming about Italy with my Bella; hoping that my meditation on that soon-to-be experience would cause me to dream about it while I slept. That way, it would seem real. As my girl slept in her king sized bed on the loft above me, I dreamed of the last time she'd come to visit me in forks.
She had come after 10; meaning that she had waited for her escape until Charlie had gone to bed. I thought it was strange how she still cared so much what he thought about our sleepovers, but in a way it was cute.
It had clearly been raining, because when she walked into my room I could see that her hair was completey wet and matted to her face. It didn't draw from her beauty at all.
"I'm a disaster" she said, removing her coat.
But she was the furthest thing from a disaster.
Her dark hair hung wet over her pale shoulders. The rain had exaggerated the lightness of her skin, and enhanced the color of her full lips. She reminded me of those pictures in the girlie magazines that they take of the models under the shower, in lingerie. Stunning and primal. It was perfect, and she was mine.
I focused on her, spoke to her gently as she removed her wet camisole, and peeled the jeans off of her long legs. I loved how unpretentious she could be with me; how simple it was. She was here to let me love her, and we both knew it.
Before long, she was standing before me in her dampened underwear and staring at me intently as she pushed a section of wet hair away from her perfect face. She shivered. It hadn't occurred to me until just then that I had frozen, watching her… that I was still dressed, although for me that meant pants and socks only.
I saw her shudder, and I wanted to warm her, everywhere.
"Bells, 108 degrees over here."
She smiled at me, and slid into my narrow bed. As soon as I felt her cold, soft skin against my body, I rolled into her and kissed her. The kiss was sweet, but intense. She seemed frantic; I could hear her heart flying.
Her tiny hands tugged at my pants, and I reached down to help her get them off. I could tell that she liked the way I felt against her, because she stretched herself out as long as she'd go, and pressed her whole self against me.
I considered the bedside table lamp, which had thus far remained on; but when I stretched my hand in its direction to darken the room, my girl slapped my hand away playfully.
"I want to look at you," she said, looking into my eyes.
Hers glowed.
"I want to see you."
She leaned in to kiss me again, and it was hard and desperate. This wasn't little girl Bella at all. This Bella, the one I had been with so many times over the years was neither shy, nor indirect. She was demanding, and wild, and fucking sexy as hell.
She was driving me crazy, and I loved it. I reached my hand around her to caress her lower back, and when my warm hand came into contact with her bottom, she moaned. And as I looked back into her eyes, I smelled her.
After that, my mind was all over the place.
I remember how soft she was, how good she felt around me. How eager she was, and how hard she tried to keep quiet. I can't recall if anything was said, or all the things we did, but I know that I felt completely overwhelmed with love for my girl.
The next thing I really remember was waking up in my sun-soaked room alone. There was no note, but when I picked my phone up off the bedside table, I found that I had been texted twice.
LOVE YOU JACOB. XO
She's killing me.
SEE YOU TONIGHT, PROBABLY AFTER CHARLIE'S SLEEPING. XO
That was the last night that I'd have her before she had to go back to Boston. One more night.
I'd take it.
When I woke up in Bella's room, on Bella's guest bed, I had a raging hard-on.
I smelled breakfast, but all I wanted was my girl.
Fuck.