Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or these characters.
Warning: Contains strong language and sexual content
"Fuck!" Jake cursed, dropping the wrench that had just cut a deep gash across his palm. It clattered noisily against the grease-stained concrete of the garage bay. Bright red blood oozed from the cut, and Jake quickly pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around his hand.
"Uh, you all right man?" Embry asked, pushing himself out from under the old Chevy he was working on.
"Sure, sure," Jake grumbled. He was practically vibrating with nervous and anxious energy. He'd been a real grump around the shop all week. The boys-Jake, Embry and Quil-all worked at the local garage that Sam, Bella's older brother, ran in Port Angeles.
That was another reason why Jake hadn't crossed the line with Bella. Sam Swan. He was six foot five, two hundred and fifty pounds, and he would fucking kill anyone that dared to mess with Bella. In fact, back in high school, he'd beat up a scrawny rich kid with bad hair that Bella had been goo-goo over, Edward Cullen.
"I don't, Jake. You seem really fucking tense," Embry continued.
Jake scoffed. "Tense? I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind!"
"Is this about Bel—" he started to say but was cut off by Quil busting through the door that led to the waiting room.
"Jake! Guess who just pulled up in her blue Mustang!" Quil hollered as he strolled into the garage bay.
"Fuck! Lily? Tell her I'm not here. I'll be in Sam's office; he's gone, right?" Jake scrambled to his feet and took off for the stairs that led up to Sam's office, not waiting for the boys answer.
But he wasn't quick enough.
"Hey, Jake," Lily greeted, her lips quirking into a sexy smirk. He stiffened, turning around slowly to face her as she sashayed her way across the open space. Embry and Quil openly gawked at her. She was cute and sexy. She had an athletic build, shoulder length red hair, and a splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She had killer legs and a nice, round ass, pretty green eyes, and confidence to boot.
She cornered Jake against the far wall, shoving at his chest with her small hands and pressing her breasts against him. He held back a groan, and his fingers twitched at his side: an involuntary reaction.
"Hey—" He cleared his throat. "Hey, Lily." She still wore that same sexy grin as she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"I need my oil changed. You think you can take care of that for me?" Her voice dropped lower, and Jake closed his eyes as she rubbed herself against him. Like a goddamn cat in heat. Jake's eyes closed as he tried to reign in his urges.
Immediately, the feel of Bella's round ass in his hands, her sex dripping wet just for him, her low, sexy, husky voice, her soft pink lips, and deep chocolate eyes flooded his conscious thoughts. Fuck, he could even hear her tinkling laughter, and he felt the corresponding warmth budding in his chest.
Great, now he was turning into a mushy fucking girl.
He grabbed Lily by her upper arms, trying desperately to ignore her silky smooth skin, and pushed her away.
"No, Lily. I can't," he managed to say. She quirked an eyebrow at him and frowned. He could just barely meet her eyes.
"Well, I guess I heard right then, uh?" she asked, stepping forward again when Jake's grip on her loosened.
"What? What did you hear?" Jake asked, his eyes locking on hers.
"Just that you were a one-woman man now. With that mousy brunette," she said slowly as she lightly scratched down his ripped torso with her manicured nails. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her decent as she reached the waistband of his low-slung jeans. He shoved her hand away angrily.
"That's right. And her name is Bella," Jake growled. He was almost shocked to hear himself admit that since Embry and Quil had been watching the whole exchange. Lily was unfazed however and stalked closer, pushing herself up against Jake once more.
"Well, Jake. I like a little competition. I know you'll be back." She grinned and then turned around, flipping her air and walking out of the garage while shaking her hips in those ultra-short, barely-covers–her-ass shorts.
Jake sighed heavily. Now if he could just get Bella to stop playing fucking games. She had barely answered his calls all week, refused to let him see her, and then would turn the whole thing around, calling him or texting him with some sexy little message at the worst times. He was sure his dick was going to fall off from being so fucking hard all the time.
He sighed heavily and hung his head in his hands. Not even two minutes later, he heard a very familiar, angry female voice threatening someone in the waiting room.
"Oh, fuck," Jake muttered, pushing himself off the wall and hurrying to diffuse the situation he was sure was happening between Lily and Bella.
He opened the door and was struck dumb by the sight in front of him.
Damn, she was beautiful. He drank her in, like a starving man seeing a feast. She was wearing a simple black skirt that flared at the knee, wedge heels, and a purple cardigan. She looked like a sexy librarian, and Jake was having sudden fantasies of bending her over a desk and fucking her senseless. Her low, menacing voice broke him from his reverie.
"Look, Lily," she drawled, spitting her name like it tasted bad and bitter on her tongue, "stay the fuck away from Jake." Bella shoved hard against her shoulders, pushing her towards the open glass door.
"He is mine. M.I.N.E."
Lily glared at Bella, her mouth curling up into a sneer. And then she turned her attention to Jake, her green eyes softening and her sneer disappearing into a smirk.
"I'll see you later, Jake," she purred, giving a slight wave and daring to blow him a kiss.
Bella saw red, lunging forward. But Jake's strong arms wrapped around her before she could pounce on Lily; he pinned her arms to her side and dragged her out of the (thankfully) almost empty waiting room, through the garage bay, and up the stairs to Sam's office. He tossed her roughly onto the leather couch, slamming the door and leaning up against it.
He looked at her, her chest heaving, accentuating her breasts, and her eyes still full of that angry fire. Fuck, she was so goddamn tempting. Even angry. Especially angry.
He moved to sit on the edge of Sam's desk, a safe distance away.
"What the fuck was that?" Jake muttered, running his uninjured hand through his shaggy black hair. Bella huffed and then stood up, sauntering forward, positioning herself in between Jake's legs, and pressing her palms flat against his chest.
"What the fuck was she doing here, Jake?" Bella asked, her dark eyes locking with his.
"Nothing happened, Bella. I swear. I told her no!" he defended himself.
"What happened to your shirt then?"
"What?" He held up his injured hand, unwrapping his shirt from the nasty red gash across his palm. "This."
"Oh, Jake!" Bella's eyes softened, her voice rising in concern as she grabbed his hand with both of hers. "Sam has a first aid kit in here somewhere," she continued as she turned to rummage through his desk, finding a small white box and taking out the supplies she needed.
She repositioned herself between his legs again, cradling his injured hand in hers and doctoring it. Jake watched her furrowed brow as she did, and suddenly, he was having fantasies of her being his nurse. That sexy overconfidence was momentarily gone, and she was just Bella for a moment. His Bella. Maybe he should break both his legs, and she would have to stay with him. Yeah, that could work.
After she was done, she set the stuff aside and turned her attention back to Jake. His hands automatically gripped her hips and pulled her closer, slipping down and grabbing two handfuls of her as perfect ass.
She huffed. "I'm still mad at you."
He grinned, dipping his head and running his nose up from the hollow of her throat to her ear, taking in her sweet perfume as he whispered, "Ah, honey. Don't be mad. You want me to prove it to you? How much I'm really yours?"
She couldn't help smiling. "Depends on how you plan on doing that." She bit her lip, a light blush creeping up her cheeks.
"Don't do that, honey," he whispered huskily, caressing his thumb along her bottom lip and freeing it from her teeth. "That's my job."
He leaned forward, capturing her lips with his and gently nibbling on her lower one before sucking it into his mouth. His kiss was rough and demanding, and the moment her lips parted, he plunged his tongue inside her wet, warm mouth. His hands gently framed her face, the tips of his fingers tangling in her long, wavy hair, melding his lips to hers.
She couldn't even think straight, the feel of his rough hands, his smell of grease and sweat and his soap mixed together to form a tantalizing and heady scent. She was intoxicated, lost in his kiss, his touch.
After a moment, he hands left her hair, slowly trailing down her soft body, over the curve of her hips and the swell of her ass, shoving at her skirt and gripping the back of her silky thighs before lifting her up and walking her backwards to the couch. He was both rough and gentle, demanding yet tender.
He sat her down, never breaking their kiss, and knelt down, settling himself between her thighs and hiking her skirt up. He tore his lips away from hers, leaving her breathless, and lowered his head to place one wet kiss on the inside of her knee. His large hands gripped her thighs as he continued to slowly kiss up her legs, his fingers moving up with the same tortuously slow speed as his lips and tongue.
Bella's head lulled against the back of the sofa, her legs instinctively spreading wider. He paused, swallowing thickly as he reached the apex and realized she wasn't wearing any panties. Damn, she was all sorts of perfect.
He didn't waste another second. The overpowering scent of her desire intoxicated him, and he slid his tongue up along her wet slit, his mouth closing around her bud and sucking it into his mouth.
"Oh, god, Jake..." Bella moaned, her hands clutching the leather sofa.
"You like that, honey?" he asked against her moist flesh, lapping at her wetness, bringing two fingers up to rub along her sex, slowly dipping in, and marveling at her reaction as he plunged two fingers deep inside her.
"Oh, god, y-y-yes...right...there..." she breathed as he curled his fingers up, pumping slow at first and then faster and faster, closing his mouth around her clit again, sucking and licking, until she was trembling in his arms. Her body shook with the force of her release as Jake slowly removed his coated fingers, continuing to softly kiss her too sensitive flesh.
"What the—" Sam exclaimed as the door flew open. He quickly put a hand over his eyes. "Black! What the fuck are you doing with my sister?"
Jake scrambled to his feet as Bella tried to right herself, her body the consisting of pudding, and fighting a blush. There was a small window in the office, and Jake quickly hoisted himself up to climb through it, falling and landing on the top of Embry's car with a loud thud. Sam ran to the window.
"You stay the fuck away from my sister! Or I'm going to break both your fucking legs!" Sam bellowed, shaking his fist angrily out the window. He then turned his attention on Bella, who was glaring at him with her arms crossed over her chest.
"I love him, Sam. He won't be staying away from me," she warned. Sam narrowed his eyes at her but didn't say anything. She turned and bounded down the steps to go after Jake.
A/N: Thanks to my lovely beta, jkane180, you know you rock honey! And to wordslinger and kissa_621 for prereading and being awesome cheerleaders!