Chapter 11: Jacob

Man Whore

Oh my God! Bella and I actually had sex….like not just in my mind. It was amazing, incredible and every other adjective that meant good. We lay in each other's arms and cuddled for a while and I could feel her drifting off to sleep. I would have been completely content to hold her like that forever, but my phone had other plans. It started beeping at me and I groaned, knowing I would either ignore it and piss someone off or have to let her go to get it.

I groaned and gently moved her so that I could get up from the bed and retrieve my cell. When I got to my phone my stomach did a mini flip flop; it was Jamie. Oh God, I had forgotten all about her New Year's party. I had promised her that I would go, but I didn't feel I could really leave Bella alone, right after we had both lost our virginity. That was not really a very gentlemanly thing to do to a girl (especially one you actually loved).

"Who is it?" She asked, sounding more than a little drowsy.

"I had forgotten that I was supposed to go to a party tonight with some friends at school." I wasn't lying…there would be people there from school. I didn't think I needed to specify which school friends (or friend in particular) I would be with.

Clearly she was too tired to even notice, "Why don't you just go ahead?"

"I can't leave you here all alone."

She smiled, "why not? I'm probably just going to sleep for a while anyway. Why don't you just go and have fun?"

I shrugged, "I guess I could." I didn't have a great feeling about it, but if she was giving me the green light (and I had promised Jamie after all) then maybe I should take her up on her offer.

I had just (only about a week before) actually figured out how to send text messages on this phone so it took me like two hours to respond to her.

I will b there in 30.

Yeah, I know it was very pathetic that it took me ten minutes to type that little bit, but I wasn't very good with technology….unless it was the engine of a car. Anyway, I jumped in the shower, then ran some gel through my hair and changed my clothes. I looked in the mirror and thought I looked decent enough. I hoped that I wouldn't smell like sex or have that 'freshly fucked' look on my face or something. I didn't need any extra drama to contend with.

When I pulled up in front of Jamie's house I was surprised to find that there were no other cars. Maybe I had the wrong house. I checked my directions….nope this was the one. I, nervously, got out of my car and went to the porch. I rang the bell and then she opened the door, looking breathtakingly beautiful in an emerald green dress. I didn't know much about dresses, but it appeared to be expensive to me.

"You look great." I couldn't help myself, every time I looked at her I was mesmerized by her beauty.

"Thanks." She blushed, "you look very nice too."

"How come no one else is here?"

Her faced instantly saddened and I wished that I hadn't asked about it. "Nobody else showed up. I guess they all had other places they would rather be on New Year's."

I frowned at her, not sure what to say, but feeling bad for her too. "I'm sorry."

She smiled genuinely, "but at least you showed up."

I was so thankful that I hadn't blown her off like I almost did. She would have been devastated and I would never have been able to make it up to her. I walked into her house and looked around; the place was really nice…like A LOT nicer than my rat hole of a house. "So, what were we going to do at your party?"

She sighed, "I don't know. I was going to play music and have dancing. Maybe we could have played some board games or watched a movie or something. I don't know, I guess it all sounds really lame."

I felt for her, she was new to the school and just wanted to make some friends, "no, that doesn't sound lame at all. It sounds like a good time to me."

"Okay, so what do you want to do first?" she asked me. I was pretty sure she didn't want the answer to that question….as I internally slapped myself for thinking it.

"Maybe we could play a game. What games do you have?"

"All kinds of stuff. I got a few out; they are in the living room."

We headed into the living room and my eyes caught the game I wanted to play….instantly. "Twister, we should definitely play twister." What a man whore I was turning out to be.

We had a great time playing twister....what a fun game that was for horny high schoolers to play. Two hours later we were sitting on the couch, watching the old, original version of Phantom of the Opera. And when I say old…I mean that it was old. It was a silent movie with constant stops for words and all in black and white, except for a few scenes where they experimented with VERY early color filters. Regardless of its age it was actually a really cool movie and I couldn't help but recognize the irony in the whole thing.

"Christine is so stupid!" Jamie exclaimed.

I raised my eyebrow, "why do you say that?"

"She is so easily swayed by that monster! She's got the phantom up on some pedestal because she thinks he has given her some gifts and made her life better. He's a freaking stalker monster! It takes her like seventeen years to realize that she should be with the guy she's known since she was a kid; the normal one who really loves her and isn't just obsessed with her."

I had to literally close my jaw with my hand to keep it from hanging open. Wow….um, let me suffice it to say that I was thinking a lot about Bella in that moment. "But aren't girls into the dangerous type….like the ones they think they can change or some shit?"

She smiled, "maybe some girls are, but I'm not."

My eyes twinkled, where had this girl been hiding all my life?

She went on, "I mean, come on. I know it's all kinky and hot to think of a dangerous guy stalking you and then doing in and all that bullshit, but when a girl is really looking to get serious with a guy she wants one who's dependable, who truly knows her inside and out. Immature girls want guys like the phantom; mature girls want men like Raoul.

I looked at her, a devilish look in my eye, "So which one am I?"

She smiled, "definitely Raoul. But you do give off a bit of a dangerous vibe, but what do I really know?"

My lips curved up into a smile, "a lot more than you think you know."

If I didn't know any better I would think that her hand was grazing my leg intentionally, but I tried not to dwell on it. "So are you really dangerous or just mysterious?"

I shrugged, "maybe a bit of both." Without even second guessing myself, my hand went out to stroke her thigh….a bit too intimately. I thought better of myself after I did it and quickly pulled my hand away.

She smiled back at me, coyly, "you didn't have to move your hand." She reached out to take my hand in her own and put it back on her leg. I looked down at my hand and noticed that I was stroking her thigh in a very sensual way. Oh no, what was I doing?

She leaned in to me and ran her hand down my chest, pulling me closer so that she could lean in for a kiss. It was a soft, quick kiss but it was enough to send the wolf in me into hysterics. I felt like I was fighting a losing game. My body was reacting to the directions of another mind. I pulled her to me, my hands dangerously close to her breasts. Stop Jacob, stop! I kept telling myself, but it was pointless; my body wasn't listening to me.

Instincts took over and before I knew what was happening my shirt was off and her hands were touching me in ways that even Bella hadn't touched me. Oh my God! It was torture….delicious torture. Her cries of passion were right by my ear, egging me on in a journey to tumultuous pleasure.

I wanted to stop, I desperately wanted to stop....I really wasn't ready for this. Why wasn't my body reacting to my brain? Why couldn't I get myself to stop? Jamie deserved better than a guy who had just been with another woman…..BELLA. Bella deserved everything. Poor Bella (I almost broke out into sobs) was still asleep in my bed.

Jake, stop it! Stop it now! Tell her no and go home, to Bella. My body continued on the wolf's journey, completely neglecting my instructions. I hated it, but I liked it. Why did my life have to be so fucking confusing? Both Bella and Jamie were awesome girls and I didn't want to hurt either one of them….but it was inevitable. My hands were shaking so bad, it was as if I had regained a bit of control over my body. Why was the wolf controlling me this way? Why did he have to interfere in something so huge?

Unfortunately the wolf knew nothing but hunting, eating and mating. This wasn't about her; it wasn't about anyone…but his own primal needs. I didn't want to be a pawn in his sadistic game, a game with too many casualties. With strength that must have come from somewhere even deeper than the wolf's home, I managed to pull away from her. I could feel the dejection that filled her body, as her arms sagged to her sides. I could hardly stand to look at her, but when I did I got an answer that I had been searching for since the day I met her….she was glowing. Great! Just fucking great! I had imprinted on Jamie!