I've just realized that it's been nearly a month since I updated. To those of you who are still hanging in there with me I want to let you know that I'm sorry about that. My plan was to try and update every week and then it switched to every couple of weeks. Truth is summer is so busy for us that I haven't even been writing. Don't worry though I am finishing this story, no way in hell will I leave it incomplete. I really hope to get my crap in gear and bring you guys a new chapter at least every two weeks starting very soon. My daughter starts school again in just a few short weeks so fingers crossed!
Chapter 16
Paul was really tired of this fucking game. His nails dug into the bark of the tree as he attempted to climb the thing like a damn cat. Except he wasn't a fucking cat, he was a wolf and the redhead less than six inches from his muzzle was playing it so well. Paul fought back the yelp when part of the bark dug into his front left paw as he slid down the tree.
Enough Paul, you're just going to get hurt and she's not going to come down.
Not shit he snarled while pacing the foot of the tree. The bitch was now hanging out on a limb that stupid smile on her pasty white face while her trench coat floated in the breeze tempting him. Paul lunged to the left as if he was going to leave and then just as quickly shot up the tree again, the splinter shooting the rest of the way through his paw. He'd taken her off guard and the second his jaws snapped down on the coat he gave it a jerk, to his displeasure the coat peeled off of her like second skin, she gripped the branch above her head so hard that he heard the crack and waited. Unfortunately she opened her mouth with a loud screech and then she was sailing through the trees like a damn monkey.
On the ground Paul had already spat out the coat, phased back and was grabbing for the lighter that Jared held out to him.
"That was close dude."
"Not close enough", Paul grit as he stepped back watching the coat as flames took it over.
He and Jared stood watching the coat as it burned to ash, he could feel each of his packmates as they left, but he refused to move until the fire was out, he didn't want her coming back here to try to save it.
"I'm getting really tired of this shit Jared. We need to get our shit together and figure out a way to get her ass."
"Tell me something I don't know bro. Jake and Sam keep coming up with strategies and nothing ever seems to work."
"We need bait", Paul snarled thinking about Bella. It wasn't like he hated her; he was fine with her to an extent but every time they had to deal with this bitch his anger at her always seemed to flare back up.
"Jake would have your ass if he knew you were even thinking it."
Paul's hands shot to the back of his head as he walked in a circle kicking a pile of wet rotting leaves on to the now smoldering ash. "Listen I get it, she might not be his imprint but we're stuck with her and that's fine whatever she's not nearly as bad as she used to be and Jake isn't a mopey bitch like he used to be either but we need to get her Jared. She's going to eventually stop dicking around with us and start attacking people. Why she hasn't already is beyond me but it's almost summer time, it's hard enough to watch over the rez in the summer let alone worry about the people of Forks," Angela's face framed in those damn glasses flashed before his eyes and he snarled.
Jared hand came down on his shoulder as his head bobbed up and down, "we'll figure something out man."
Paul gave Jared a curt nod, yeah, eventually they would, but would it be too late? As Paul walked through the woods toward his truck he hated to think of Angela in Chicago but he felt a little bit safer knowing she wouldn't be around when the bitch finally stopped playing her games. The thought of Angela leaving sent a chill right down his spine she'd be leaving in a couple of months and when he left her she was just about to catch hell from her dad. Without a thought Paul veered to the right toward Forks.
~U~
Angela was lying on her side staring at the sliver of moonlight that was coming through the split in her curtains when she heard something hit her window. Crinkling her brow she shifted up to her elbow and waited, there was no wind tonight so that couldn't be it. After waiting a few minutes and nothing else she laid back down with a huff, must be the house settling. As soon as the thought crossed her mind she heard the sound again.
Climbing to her feet Angela made her way to the window. Pulling the curtains wide open a smile split her face when she realized Paul was standing to the side of her mother's favorite rose bush his arm cocked back ready throw another pebble.
"What are you doing" Angela whisper yelled down to him as she slid the window up.
Paul's head snapped to the side as he dove behind the bush, wondering what the heck he was doing Angela peered out of her window just in time to see her mom walk out the back door and throw a bag of trash into the can at the end of the patio.
Angela's heart was hammering in her chest as she jerked back from the window. Should she go down stairs and make up some excuse to get her mom back inside the house. The metal lid slammed down on the can causing Angela to nearly jump out of her skin. Ever so slowly she peeked over the window sill just in time to hear the back door close and the kitchen light click out.
She was still staring off to the right when she felt a breeze at her hair and then a warm hand press over her mouth, "shhh you don't want to get me caught do you?" With the hand still pressing against her mouth Angela swiveled her head toward Paul's voice and smiled when she realized he was holding on to the thorny trellis a smug look on his face.
"Am I allowed to come in?" He questioned his hand still covering her mouth Angela went to nod but he interrupted her, "I don't think this thing is going to hold me much longer."
Pulling back all the way Angela watched in awe as Paul swung himself off the trellis into an arch before slicing through the window opening and coming to an all too quite land on his feet.
"How do you-"
"Shit" Paul muttered under his breath before diving into her open closet.
Just then there was a quite knock on the door, "Angela honey are you still awake?"
Stealing a glance inside the closet Angela's eyes were wide as saucers as she turned on her feet and headed for the door, with clammy palms Angela opened the door a crack squinting her eyes at the hall light in an attempt to make her mom think she had been sleeping.
"Mom is everything ok?" Angela tried as best she could to make her voice sound tired but it sounded more like she'd smoked a couple packs of cigarettes instead.
"Honey are you ok you don't sound very good." Her moms hand landed on her forehead as she slowly pushed forward. Angela thought about pushing back but she knew her mom would wonder what was going on, it wasn't uncommon for her mother to come in her room at night wanting to have a talk before bed. What was uncommon was the fact that there was a boy in her closet that could hear everything they were about to say.
Angela cleared her throat as her butt landed on the bed, "no mom I'm alright it was just a little cold on the beach today."
"About that," her mother said as she took a seat beside Angela. "You're father is just worried about you, honey he didn't mean to get so upset tonight. It's just so close to the end of the year and with you wanting to leave as soon as you graduate he's been a little emotional. He doesn't know what to do with the fact that his baby girl isn't going to be living here anymore."
"I've still got a couple of months before I leave and you know I'll come back at Fall and Christmas break."
"We know but," Angela's mom shook her head before turning to completely face Angela while grabbing her hands. "The boy that you had here for dinner a couple of weeks back, you're father noticed at dinner they way he was looking at you."
Angela's eyes got wide, and her eyes involuntarily shot toward the closet.
"You're father is also worried about his reputation, he's a couple of years older than you Angela and while you father would never judge him he knows that Paul has gotten into some trouble."
"But I-"
"We trust you Angela you have to know that but, the way he was looking at you when you were talking was pretty intense, and I'm not saying it's a bad thing," her mother said while holding up a hand to stop Angela from speaking. "The couple of times I caught it I could tell he has some pretty deep feelings for you and while he seems like a nice guy I think your dad might be a little more comfortable if we got to know him a little bit better. You've been spending a lot of your free time with Bella and we are happy about that but we also know that Bella spends a lot of her free time at the reservation so we know that you to might be-."
"Nothing is happening like that with us, we're just friends." Angela squeaked out.
Her mother's eyes lit up before she chuckled a little, "he is a very attractive boy honey."
Oh my gosh, Angela could feel her eyes about to pop out of her head at her mothers words, and the fact that Paul was just a couple of feet away.
"Mom was there anything else?"
"Yes well," her mother said while coming to a stand. "You're father wanted me to let you know that while we're not very happy that you were so late tonight we aren't going to ground you, but we think that instead of staying at Bella's after prom you should come home. You're a good kid honey we never have any problems out of you, we'd like it if you could stay home this weekend and possibly see if Paul would come over for dinner again this week, you're father wants to get to know him better."
"Ok I'll give him a call tomorrow and see if he can make it."
Her mother stepped in and wrapped her arms around Angela's shoulders, "we trust you honey and we're so proud of you. I'll see you in the morning."
Angela stood gaping as her mother backed out of the room and the light in the hallway flicked off before she heard the door to her parents room close. She was still dumfounded when Paul's hands landed on her bare shoulders causing her to jerk in place. When she shifted around Paul's brows were pinched together and he looked pained.
"I think I'm going to go ahead and-"
~U~
Angela's soft lips pressing against his stopped the words from coming out of his mouth. With a low growl Paul let his hands drop to below her ass and then her legs were wrapping around his waist as he walked toward her bed.
Turning to sit Paul nearly snarled when her teeth snagged his lower lip, "you're about to get us in trouble."
"Please don't leave me."
Her plea sent a slice of pain right through him "never" he whispered hoping it was low even for her not to hear but realizing he was wrong when her grip on his neck tightened for a fraction of a second before her hands shot to the back of his skull gripping his hair.
"I'm glad you came, are you ok?"
As his hands tunneled into her hair he couldn't help the jolt that ran through him at her words, she always seemed worried about whether or not he was ok, it was, it was really fucking nice that someone cared.
"I'm good, how are you, things ok?"
Angela stilled then a puff of air shot across his neck right before she buried her face against his skin, "that was embarrassing."
"I'm an attractive boy, it happens."
Angela could feel the rumble in Paul's chest as he chuckled at her mothers words.
"You're so funny" she snorted before drawing back from him, "why did you come back?"
With a simple shrug of his shoulder Paul hoped that she wouldn't push but he could tell by the look on her face that it wasn't going to fly.
"I needed to see you," Paul thought about the vamp and his skin began to crawl, "I wanted to make sure everything was ok, when you got in the house."
Pulling back even further Angela bit the inside of her cheek, "he wasn't happy and as you heard he wants to get to know you a little better."
"Because I have a bad reputation and he's worried that I'm going deflower his little angel because I'm such an attractive boy?" Paul asked in a teasing tone but he couldn't help that it aggravated him a little, Angela's dad didn't know him, who was he to judge?
When Angela didn't answer his eyes shot to hers and he nearly barked out a laugh, her eyes were wide and her jaw was slack her breath coming out in little pants. "You ok Angel?"
She shook her head and stood from his lap as her face flamed, "deflower me?"
Well shit Paul muttered to himself, as he leaned forward on his elbows. She looked beyond freaked out and he wasn't sure what the hell to do. The words just came out, not that he hadn't thought of having her, many times but he'd never go there. He couldn't seal that bond between the two of them, but damn now that he was actually thinking about it-
"Paul" Angela whispered.
Cocking his eyebrow Paul stood and took one step toward her, "nothing you need to worry about tonight." He growled as his arms latched around her waist and pulled her near. "I didn't come here for that and since you're a little freaked out I'm going to go."
"No," Angela said with a little more force as her hand shot up to his head and latched onto his hair.
She was going to be the death of him, "I think I should."
"Stay."
"I can't"
"Please," Angela pleaded as her hand began to massage the back of his head.
Paul growled as he bent and hauled her into his arms, "I'll never do anything you don't want me to do."
"I want you to stay at least for a little while."
With slight tug Paul took her back to the bed and sat her on it before taking a step back, he had to take a damn step back or he didn't know what the hell he was going to do.
As he looked her over he realized that taking a step back probably wasn't the best idea, "aren't you cold?" He waved at her body as the wolf growled; he didn't want her covering up.
Angela looked down at what she was wearing and looked back up with a small smile, "the radiator doesn't have an in between it's either really cold or really hot, and I'd rather be hot than cold."
Oh, I'll keep you plenty hot, Paul thought as his eyes scanned down the blue cotton night gown. His gaze caught on the little white lace trim at her knees and then again at the white lace that ran across her chest. Taking a step forward goosebumps erupted on his arm when his forefinger traced the white lace at her chest, "I came because I needed to touch you again. Let me touch you." Paul noticed the pleading tone his voice had taken but he didn't give a shit, damn this girl.
Angela's hand wrapped around his wrist as she pulled his willing body toward her. Standing over her looking down Paul was thankful that the little white lace strip was keeping him from seeing down the front of the nightgown, if it didn't he just might be deflowering her.
Going down on his knees he was face to face with her for only a second before she scooted forward and pressed her lips to his. "I want to touch you again too," she whispered right before her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him in between her legs.
This is what he liked about her, the fact that her hands were threading through his hair while she held him tight against her body, she was in charge of this kiss. He liked being in control in the bedroom normally but knowing that Angela was so innocent he wanted more than anything for her to take from him, explore him at her own pace and get comfortable with what she was doing.
She whimpered against his lips and her grip on his hair tightened, "what is it Angel?"
"Lay with me," she practically whispered into his mouth as her feet pushed her body back against the bed.
Her plea against his lips and her hands guiding him forward were nearly his undoing. She wanted this; he was going to give it to her.
Instead of lying directly on top of her like his dick and wolf wanted, Paul lay to the side but settled his hand on her hip when she turned into him.
Angela's lips pressed harder and more demanding into his own and it wasn't long until her legs started shift back and forth, knowing what she wanted Paul pulled back and framed her face with his hands.
"Whatever you want, you can have." He held her eyes letting her know that it was the truth she could take anything she wanted from him and he wouldn't mind.
She bit the corner of her lip before smiling at him and then she dove back in, this time her tongue shot out into his mouth and he took it on a groan, his hand fisted in the cotton at her hip and he wanted nothing more than-.
Fuck yes, Paul thought as she threw her leg up over his hip hooking her leg into his own she scooted closer to him. Paul's fingers itched to let go of the fabric balled in his hand and trace her leg from ankle to hip but he wouldn't do that to her this was her show.
When her body shifted toward his again and her core bumped into his dick he nearly lost it. Instead he shoved his tongue in her mouth while bracing the back of her head, shit he had to have some kind of control and being in control of the kissing was a hell of a lot better than running his hands up and eventually under this little cotton nightgown that was driving him in-fucking-sane.
When Paul's mouth left her's to slowly work down her neck he heard her whimper out please, but he couldn't take his lips off of her, if he did he wasn't sure he'd be able to control anything.
"You can touch me Angel."
"How" she groaned as his hand moved from her face to her back.
"However you want, I'm yours." He whispered into her neck before nibbling at her pulse point.
Her next move took him off guard, and he jerked so violently at the feeling of her hand tracing his dick that he jolted right off the bed and took her with him. Angela landed in a heap on his chest and her knee in the dick she had just been feeling up.
Fuck, Paul hissed while gently adjusting her leg so it was at his side.
"Oh my god," Angela yelped while slapping her hands down on his chest in attempt to scramble off of him. Her attempts were thwarted by the thick blanket that was now wrapped around both of their legs like vice.
"Hey," Paul groaned as he grabbed the back of her head and brought her face down to his own, "you ok."
In the moonlight he could see the panic clearly across her face and he decided he hated that fucking look, "I'm ok," he whispered while pulling her mouth to his.
Really though he wasn't ok, his dick that was about to explode for an entirely different reason than it was five minutes ago, now it felt like it might just fall right the fuck off, her core was pressed up against his shaft so tight that the denim was pure fucking agony. He sure as shit wasn't going to move her though, he could feel her heat through denim and for the first time he could smell her arousal.
He frowned into the kiss at the thought and she quickly pulled back sitting up straight all of her weight rested on his erection and it took everything in him not to let a string of profanities fly. Instead he ever so gently shifted her body forward again so her center was pressed into his stomach.
"I'm so sorry I, Paul I didn't-
Sucking in a deep breath Paul's dick throbbed at the smell of her arousal and he winced at the resulting pain, how the damn thing was still functioning was a fucking wonder, it felt like one of his balls was in his stomach too.
"Don't ever apologize for touching me."
Angela shifted to get off of him but his hands came down on her thighs and he shot her a look at said no. "But I hurt you."
Paul shot her a wolfish smile and messaged her thighs, "you shocked me, I liked it."
"I racked you," Angela huffed before her eyes got wide and she slapped her hand over her mouth again.
Paul barked out a laugh and then jerked her down to him again and claimed her lips, "no one's ever racked me before."
"I didn't mean to."
"I know you didn't Angel, you just took me off guard, but I promise you next time you'll get a different reaction."
Angela pulled back and shot him an are you kidding me look, "there won't be a next-""there will" Paul argued in an attempt to cut her words off. "-time this is so embarrassing." Angela finished.
"Listen," Paul said tightening his fist in her hair, "I want you touching me, I want you to feel comfortable touching me, and there will be more of this."
"I hurt you."
"Stop," Paul snarled his temper starting to rise. "You did not hurt me, you took me off guard, when your fingers touched me," Paul shuddered at the short memory and intertwined their fingers "was the best fucking thing ever, so don't worry about it Angel."
"You really are ok?"
When Paul answered this time it was an honest one, his dick no longer hard and throbbing didn't feel like it was going fall off or explode anymore, "I'm fine, but we might want to call this a night we got pretty loud there for a minute."
Angela's eyes got wide and her head shot toward the door in a panic, then she looked back down at him her hands splayed across his chest, "I don't want you to leave yet but maybe we should-"
"Yeah come on," slowly Paul sat up and let Angela slide down his stomach and into his lap before pulling herself up to stand in front of him, kicking the cover from around his ankles Paul rolled to his feet then motioned toward the bed.
Crawling into the bed Angela's little butt swayed taunting him and he had to bite back a groan when his dick twitched, she was going to be the death of him he just knew it. When she made to turn toward him he grabbed her hip and stilled her, "stay there." Paul slid in behind her wrapping his arm around waist and pulling her into his body. The press of her body against his made him shiver and he pulled her even closer.
"I like this." Paul whispered into her ear, and then smiled when he felt the goosebumps break out on her skin. "Me too," she whispered as she curled her body into a tight ball.
Paul looked at his hand slung across her waist and down their bodies fit snugly together and he smiled, he'd never spooned before. In all honesty as he pulled her back further into his embrace he kind of wanted to do this all night long.
~U~
"And then," Jared cackled like the little bitch that he was. "She kneed him in the balls."
Embry's grunt brought Paul's eyes directly to his and he tried to play it off as the smile fell from his lips but it didn't work, he was still in fucking pain, and here Jared was cackling in his ear instead of helping him out.
"Would you shut up for a minute Jare, Emb you ok?"
Embry bobbed his head once but his hand that was resting on the bed was now pressed into his ribs, "just tired of this damn bed."
Jared sobered up when his eyes caught onto the fact that Embry was bracing his ribs, "when are you gonna get better man?"
"What kind of dumb question is that Jared?" Leah's voice cut through the room as she carried a tray with lemonade and sandwiches into the room.
"Leah," Embry warned while trying to scoot up in the bed.
"Don't Leah me," she barked as she set the tray down on the table. "You'll get better when you get better, they don't need to be over here telling you sex stories and getting you all worked up, you're in pain even I can tell that."
Rolling his eyes at her Embry shook his head and shot Paul a pleading look.
"No sex stories today."
"I heard your balls mentioned Lahote."
"Oh, Jared cackled again while smacking his knee, "definitely no sex, just Paul getting racked while making out with his imprint."
Leah's eyes pinched together and then she snorted, "Serves you right."
Paul growled at her and stood from his chair, "I've got shit to do…"
Standing shoulder to shoulder Jared and Paul nodded at Embry in unison before making their way out of the room.
"Seriously," Paul snarled as he made his way out onto the porch, "I wouldn't be laughing if Kim kneed you in the balls, some fucking friend."
Paul watched Jared's smile drop from his face before he took a step forward, "listen man that is some funny shit, I can't believe you jerked away when your imprint was touching you, who the hell does that!"
Paul was stuck between wanting to throttle his friend and wanting to confide in him, jerking his thumb toward the woods Paul moved in that direction and waited for Jared to come at his side, "she's never touched me before."
"Huh"
"Jared," Paul sighed while scratching his head.
"Every time something has happened between me and her I've initiated it."
"What's wrong with that?" Jared asked obviously confused.
"I want to know that she wants it, and it's not something that's going on because of the imprint."
"You're still on that man; you didn't take advantage of her in her kitchen."
"Last night was the first night-" Paul stopped and rubbed his hands down his face in frustration, "that I caught her scent."
Jared's eyes went wide and he took a step back, "you serious."
"Would I be standing here confiding in you like a chick if I wasn't?"
"So in all the times you've, she's never."
"Not until last night, and it's really fucking with my head."
"So because you haven't smelled her- uh," Jared cleared his throat and looked out into the woods unable to say the word, "You think she's never been turned on, so you think you're forcing her."
"I don't fucking know," Paul roared while flapping his arms out to the side. "This has never happened before!"
"I bet it hasn't," Jared snorted then immediately held his hands up so Paul wouldn't pounce on him. "Look Kim and Emily might have been virgins when we met them but your girl is different Paul."
Paul snarled and began to step toward Jared when he held his hands up again, "listen, her dad is a damn minister, she's probably never you know even," Jared got that uncomfortable look on his face again and stepped back, "why do you guys make me talk to you about this shit, I'm not the love Doctor."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Jake man, a couple of days ago he came to me asking questions about Bella."
Paul's eyebrows nearly shot into his hairline, "you shitting me?"
"No."
"What'd he want to know?" Paul questioned and then bit the inside of his cheek hard, fucking girl.
"Pretty much the same shit you want to know and I don't really have these answers to give, you know Kim she's a freak in the sheets. Bella and Angela though are a lot a like all mousey and quiet maybe you should-"
"I'm not asking that puppy shit." Paul all but snarled at the suggestion.
"He's your Alpha."
"He's never had sex." Paul roared as he turned on his heal and began stomping into the woods.
"As far as I can tell he's gotten further with Bella than you have with your imprint." Jared yelled at his back
then broke out into another fit of bitchy laughter.
~U~
Paul couldn't believe he was about to do it, as his hand hovered over the Black's door but he couldn't make himself knock on the damn thing. Maybe he'd go ask Quil, his imprint was younger than both Bella and Angela but maybe, no dammit he wouldn't have any answered Claire wasn't quite old enough for this shit.
Before his hand came down on the door, Billy bellowed "are you going to come in or stand out there all day son?"
Paul grit his teeth and pressed his head against the worn wood. Reaching for the knob he pushed the door open but didn't step inside, Jake and Billy were sitting on the couch plates full of what surely had to be Bella's leftovers watching a game.
"Can I talk to you," Paul nodded his head at Jake and waited.
Jake shot his plate a longing look and then stood from the ratty old couch, "sure, don't touch the plate old man." Billy grunted around a mouthful of food as Jake walked toward the door.
Jake's arms crossed over his chest the second the door latched behind him a move that both annoyed Paul and made him proud at the same time, the kid would be a good Alpha one day.
Paul didn't feel like beating around the bush because really he didn't want to be here in the first place, but the entire time he ran his double shift today he couldn't help but think about getting answers about Angela. "You having sex with Bella?"
Jake's eyes shot wide and damn if a blush didn't creep it's way across his bare chest as it puffed out. On a growl Jake looked over his shoulder into the living room and tapped on the glass when he saw Billy's fork headed toward his plate. Billy was caught red handed and his face showed it, with a shrug he sat back and began picking at the vegetables left on his own plate.
"What business is that of yours?"
"We'll find out eventually."
"And?" Jake challenged.
"Listen I tried talking about this shit to Jared but we both know that Kim is some sort of closet freak so he was no help. Angela and Bella are a like so he told me to ask you."
"Ask me, if Bella and I are having sex?"
"I don't really give a shit if you and Bella are having sex," Paul said before leaning over and tapping the glass before shooting a knowing smile at Billy who was once again reaching for Jake's plate.
"Hold on," Jake grumbled as he made his way back in the house. Paul smiled when the two started arguing like a couple of old hens then groaned when the smell of meatloaf hit his nose, "bring that any closer and I'll be the one eating it," he grumbled the second Jake was out the door.
Jake shot Paul a look then dug into his plate not willing to take the chance. "Bella and I are not having sex, not that it's any of your business." Jake mumbled around a mouthful of food.
"What's going on?"
And this is the part he definitely didn't want to talk about with Jake, especially since he was shoving his face with a fantastic smelling meatloaf. "Could you stop stuffing your face for a minute?"
"Are you going to steal my food?"
"Have you never ate before," Paul shot back annoyed.
"Meatloaf is my favorite."
"I'm not going to steal your damn meatloaf. Does Bella always get turned on when you're messing around."
Jake chocked on the food that was left in his mouth which sent him in to a coughing fit, Paul smiled when he set the plate down and took a step back.
"What?" Jake asked in outrage.
"Listen I don't want to be here all day so here it is. Angela and I were in her bedroom last night and things got heavy."
Paul didn't like the eyebrow Jake cocked at him so he grumbled the continued on, "you know how things started with us."
Jake nodded his response and opened his mouth to once again assure him that he wasn't at fault but Paul held up his hand, "I know ok, I didn't take advantage of her but since then I've been letting her take the lead do what she's comfortable with and it's nice. I don't feel like shit afterwards and she's happy because she's comfortable."
"Make's sense." Jake agreed while propping himself against the house.
"But she's never," Paul's hands went to his hair because this was the most frustrating part, "I've never caught her scent, until last night."
"Huh,"
"Huh what" Paul yelled wanting more than anything to knock the thoughtful look off Jake's face.
"Huh, it sounds like Bella at first."
"She's not like that anymore."
Jake's eyes lit up as he shifted against the door, "hell no." Somewhere down deep Paul was happy for the little shit, he could see the smugness on Jake's face and for once he wanted to do some cheesy ass way to go you're getting laid big man fist bump, instead let a smile grace his face before leaning up against the post.
"Tell me about it."
Jake huffed out a breath stole another look at his plate then relaxed further into the door, "at first she was really closed off. I'd hug her and she'd tense up, but eventually she'd let me touch her without doing it and then she started touching me, little things brushing her hand against mine. Man it was the best damn feeling, one night we were on her front porch and she just got this look on her face then she just lunged at me." A smile split across Jake's face so wide Paul now understood why Bella called him her sun, "it caught me off guard for like a half of a second and then, "Jake's eyes widened as he stood from the door, stopping form going any further. "There were times when I knew she wanted to do it again but wouldn't she was scared so I would initiate, I'd never push her," Paul nodded his reassurance because he knew Jake wouldn't. "Other times she'd just out of no where kiss me our touch me or whatever and it was nice but, it wasn't like she was fully letting herself go I guess."
"You don't think she was faking it?"
Jake snorted then rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, "she wasn't faking it." Paul smiled at the sureness of his words and then nodded for him to continue.
"Listen if it happened last night after you let her take the lead then, just let her take the lead all the time until you know that she's completely comfortable with what is going on. Jared's right Angela and Bella are a lot a like but Angela's home life is different from Bella's. Bella's mom is kind of open about all of this stuff and I highly doubt Angela's parents are."
Paul believed every word Jake was saying but his ego still felt a little bruised, "you don't think," damn he hated feeling unsure about himself. "She is into you Paul, like really into you, she might not plaster herself against you the second she sees you every single time she sees you and she might not put out the second you do your Paul thing, but she's into you. She just needs to get comfortable with herself and you before she starts doing things on a whim. Angela seems like the type to keep herself in check, and no matter how many women you've had, you've never had one like her."
Fuck if that didn't really hit the nail head on, of course she wouldn't just throw herself at him because he was Paul Lahote. Damn what an ass he was. Paul took a step forward and slapped a hand down on Jake's shoulder, "thanks man." He really was thankful too, the pup had some solid insight to something that had been bugging Paul since the day he saw her, she wasn't rejecting him she was merely unsure of herself.
Well, Paul thought as he stepped down from the porch and took off into the woods. He'd just have to make her sure.