Disclaimer: No, I do not own twilight or these characters.

Warning: Contains strong language and sexual content

Jake and Bella had been at the beach, at a bonfire, and Bella had been drinking, which was unusual for her. But Jake could tell something was up, and for some reason, she needed some liquid courage. They were sitting on a log next to each other; he had her hand in his—just like always—as they listened to Embry tell some horrible story.

Bella giggled and leaned her cheek against Jake's shoulder. He looked down at her, the soft flickering from the fire making her pale skin glow and highlighting the red in her brown hair. She was beautiful. Jake had never denied that. But they had been best friends since they were in diapers, and he had never dared to cross that line with her. He couldn't bear to lose her.

Bella snuggled in closer to Jake's side and yawned as her eyes dropped shut. After a few minutes, Jake leaned over and softly whispered, "You want me to take you home, honey?"

"Hmmm?"

"You want me to take you home, Bells?" he said again.

"Oh, sure, sure," she replied sleepily while she let him help her to her feet and lead her up the sandy bank of the beach back to his car.

The drive back to her house was quiet, and the house was dark when they walked in. Charlie, Bella's chief-of-police father was working the night shift tonight. Jake followed Bella upstairs and into her room, where he plopped down on her bed, folding his hands behind his head and letting his long legs hang off the end—like he had done a thousand times before. But he couldn't help but feel like something was different, something had changed; the energy and tension was palpable in the air between them.

"I'm, uh, going to get changed for bed," Bella said awkwardly, gathering up her things and escaping to the only bathroom. When she returned, she was scantily clad in only a thin tank top and her super short, cotton pajama bottoms.

Jake's mouth was suddenly dry. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed her before, but right now, he was experiencing a whole other level of desire for her. A small smirk twitched at the corner of her lips, and she wouldn't meet his eyes. He knew she was up to something.

Bella crossed the room and settled herself on the bed next to Jake, laying her head in the crook of his arm with her left harm thrown over his chest as her tiny fingers clutched his faded black tee. Jake's heart was furiously pounding in his chest the moment her leg swung over his. What the fuck is she doing?

Without his consent, his right hand had come up and crossed over his body to grab her hip, his fingers softly stroking the sliver of exposed skin between her shorts and tank top.

Goddamn, her skin is so soft. She purred in satisfaction when his hand slipped under her shirt and slowly smoothed its way up her flat middle, stopping abruptly when his fingers brushed the underside of her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Bella..." Jake choked out in strained whisper. He was just barely coherent as he turned his body towards hers and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of whatever sensual smelling lotion she was wearing. He was drunk off the scent, high off the perfume of her arousal that permeated the air, and the feeling of her velvety skin beneath his fingertips.

Bella arched her back, pushing her breast against him and whispering sexily, "I want you to, Jake. Touch me."

He groaned but couldn't stop himself as his hand traveled those last few millimeters up and closed over the swell of her perfect breast. His thumb stroked over her pert nipples, her responding moan making his dick twitch painfully in his pants. Her hand came up to thread through his dark shaggy hair. His lips parted, blowing his warm breath across her heated skin and causing it to explode with goose bumps.

"Bella, I-I... we… can't..." He could barely muster a sentence as he tried to form a rational thought and clear his mind from its sudden lust-filled haze.

"Why, Jake? You're with all those other girls; why not me?" Bella asked, pushing him onto his back and straddling his hips. His hand was still firmly attached to her breast, like he couldn't remove it if he tried. She leaned over his body, her lips just inches from his ear, whispering seductively, "I want you, Jake."

"But... I mean, you're my best friend, Bells," he choked out, barely able to concentrate on anything except her hips grinding against his huge hard-on.

"I can still be your best friend, Jake," she retorted, continuing to move her hips up and down, back and forth, and creating unbearable friction. For the first time since he was sixteen and lost his virginity to Stacy Long in the backseat of her mother's Buick, he thought he might come in his pants before she had even touched him.

He reluctantly removed his hand from her breast, grabbed her gyrating hips, and flipped her over onto her back in one swift, fluid movement. She squealed playfully, the sound dying in her throat when she saw how dark his eyes were with desire as he hovered above her. He leaned all his weight onto one elbow, forcing his free hand up her shirt, gripping her breast, and leaning down to whisper to her lips.

"You sure about that, Bells? Once we do this, there's no going back." His voice was a low warning. She bit her lip before answering. She wasn't sure how to tell him this or ask him or whatever it was she was trying to do.

"Jake, I want you. Only you," she said, her voice soft and quiet. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and it took him a full minute to register what she was really saying. He removed his hand from underneath her shirt and sat back on his heels, running a hand through his black hair.

Honestly, he didn't know what to say. She was his best friend, and he loved her. But they had never crossed that friendship line. Sure, it was pretty blurred—he regularly held her hand, and they slept in each other's beds—but it was still there. And Jake wasn't exactly the monogamous relationship kind of guy. He was seeing several different women, because he loved women. All of them. Sometimes at the same time. But he couldn't do that to Bella. But he wasn't sure he could give her what she wanted, either, not without hurting her in the process.

"Jake," Bella sat up on her knees, placing her hands on Jake's shoulders, "I'll make you a deal, okay?"

"A deal?" he asked. He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure her out.

"Yes, a deal. When you're ready—" she paused, grabbed his hand, and placed it on her breast before continuing, "—for this, for me, you let me know. But I want you all to myself."

"Bel—" he started to protest, but she clapped a hand over his mouth and continued.

"No, Jake. I love you. Not the way we're always saying it, but I'm in love with you. I have been since we were just kids, and it took me a long time to figure that out. And then I was waiting for you to grow up and see it too. But I'm tired of waiting, Jake." Her eyes were serious and locked onto his wide ones. She removed her hand and sat back.

"Bella, I—" he started, reaching out his hand for her.

"No, Jake. Don't say anything. You know how I feel now, and I—" she looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants, "—I know how much you want me, so once you figure the rest out, let me know," she finished with a sexy smirk.

Back on his couch in his empty apartment, he wanted nothing more than to talk to Bella. So he scooped his phone up off the coffee table and dialed her number.

"Hey, Jake," she answered after the third ring.

"Hey, honey."

"You thinking about me?" she asked, her voice dropping to that low, husky tone that drove him bat-shit crazy with desire. He didn't answer though. He wasn't ready for her to know how much he really was thinking about her lately. "I'll take that silence as a yes."

"Bella, you're killing me here," Jake whined, rubbing the palm of his hand over his face. Jake liked his bachelor lifestyle-lots of women, a girl best friend... but now said girl best friend had thrown a real wrench into the mix. He couldn't sort out his feelings enough to even figure out how he felt about her. Was it love? Lust? Fuck if he knew.

"Jake, you want me to come over? I can make it all better," she purred, and he had to bite his lip to hold back a groan. Man, she really wasn't playing fair these days.

"Bella, you have no idea how much I want you to come." The words were out before he could stop them, and she giggled in response. "I mean... fuck."

"Oh, I know what you mean, baby. I'm sure you could have me coming quick too," she moaned into the phone, her voice dripping with sex as she continued, "And I'm already so wet, Jake."

Goddammit! he thought. Was she touching herself? Her breathing was heavy as she stuck her hand up her skirt, under her desk while she was at work. She was pretty much alone anyway.

"Oh, god, Jake. I want you so bad. Don't you want me?" she asked. He groaned in frustration, reaching down and grabbing his now rock-hard dick and pumping himself shallowly a few times.

"Bella..." he breathed, "are you touching yourself?"

"Oh, yeah. My fingers are stroking my wet pussy, and I wish it was your tongue, your fingers, so fucking bad," she answered. He almost came apart right then. The sultry sound of her voice, coupled with her naughty words and heavy breathing, gave him the best mental picture of his life. He suddenly didn't care about anything else and stoked himself hard as he answered her back.

"Fuck, Bella. I want you so goddamn bad. I want to ram my hard dick so deep inside your tight, wet pussy." His strokes were faster now as he imagined doing just that, slipping inside her slick folds and fucking her brains out. Her loud moan only encouraged him more. He was so close, and he wanted to hear her fall over the edge too.

"Awww, honey, I'm so fucking hard for you. Come for me, Bells."

"I-I am... oh, fuck me...Jake!" she moaned as her body trembled and shook from the force of her release. Fuck, she hadn't brought a change of clothes to work, and these panties were ruined. She looked around, but everyone outside her little half-wall cubicle seemed to be deep in thought or on the phone. Maybe they hadn't heard her.

Jake collapsed backwards, sighing with contentment. Now he was satisfied. Sort of.

"Come over after work, Bells," he managed to say, his breathing still ragged and hoarse.

"Jake, I can't."

"Why not?" He sat straight up, a little anger leaking into his voice.

"You know why not," she replied evenly.

"I thought you said you'd still be my best friend," he shot back.

"Jake," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I just—"

"Please, honey. I miss you. Can't you just come watch a movie with me?" He softened his tone, almost pleading with her. He didn't know why, but he suddenly needed her, and not just so he could fuck her. Although, he was going to try. She had been the one trying, and he had been the one to push her away so far, but he was going to change that tonight.

She snorted but answered a soft, "Yes," before quickly hanging up.

Jake grinned smugly, sitting back and folding his hands behind his head. Oh, yeah, we'll see just how far she's willing to go.