Chapter 17

Throughout the day Bella couldn't help but wonder if Angela was getting sick. When she'd seen her in the morning before first bell Angela looked a little uneasy but as the day went on she got worse. At lunch she was quite and kept shooting Bella looks when no one else was looking, her face would pale and then she'd fidget before looking away. Finally as she made her way out of the school to the parking lot she was able to catch up with her, "hey Angela are you ok?" Bella asked as she bumped shoulders with her friend.

Angela stopped and shot Bella a sad look before turning toward her friend, "can we go to your house and talk?"

Normally Bella wouldn't be worried, but the fact that Angela's face had once again paled and she had unshed tears in her eyes made her wonder what was going on. "Did something happen with Paul?"

Bella saw Angela tense for a second before she nodded her head and pointed toward her car, "I'll follow you."

As Bella sat in her truck watching Angela slowly trudged to her car across the lot she began to get mad, if he hurt her, Bella thought as she dug her cell phone out of her back pack and dialed Jake's number.

"Hey Bells, on your way over?" Jake's voice made her smile for a second before she realized that Angela was now just sitting in her car.

"What did Paul do?" Bella grit out as she reached forward and started her truck.

"What do you mean Bells?"

"Something is wrong with Angela; she was fine on Friday when she left with Paul. I know he was mad because when he picked her up Ben had is arm around her. She said she wants to come over and talk, what did he do Jake?"

Bella narrowed her eyes when she heard Jake clear his throat, "I don't know Bells. He's been running patrols all weekend; I haven't picked anything up from him."

Bella huffed into the phone as she pulled along side Angela's car, Bella could tell it was so she tooted the horn catching her friend's attention. When Angela looked up Bella grit her teeth together, her face was wet with tears.

"Listen Jake he did something, she's sitting in her car crying at school, she's coming to the house so I don't know if I will be down tonight, if he hurt her-"

"He didn't Bells, he couldn't."

"I'll talk to you later Jacob." With that Bella threw the phone back into her bag and slowly pulled out of the lot.

~U~

As Jake placed the phone back on the wall he shot, Paul who was sitting at his kitchen table a dark look. Knowing Paul had heard the conversation Jake took a deep breath and cocked his head at Paul, "did you do something after you talked to me on Saturday."

"Fuck no, I've been running patrols all weekend Jake."

Jake gave a quick nod and pushed off of the counter, "well we should head over there then and see what's going on."

Paul was at his side before he finished his sentence.

~U~

Angela knew she had to pull herself together; she'd practically been making herself sick all day thinking about having this talk with Bella. Judging by the look on her friends face as she got out of the truck and slammed the door Angela figured Bella was thinking the worst.

"Are you ok Angela?"

"I'm fine just; this is embarrassing, Bella can we talk inside."

After getting them both a bottle of water from the fridge Bella and Angela made their way upstairs. Once in her room Bella took a seat on the bed as Angela paced nervously in front of her.

"Are you ok Angela you're starting to make me worry?"

Angela stopped for a quick second opened her mouth as if she was going to say something then shook her head and began pacing again.

"I think I did something stupid."

Oh god, Bella thought please don't tell me you had sex with Paul. "What do you think you did?"

"Bella you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone else and that you won't laugh."

"You know I won't"

Angela jerked her head as if she believed her before throwing herself in the rocker in the corner with a huff, "I think I scared Paul off."

Bella felt her anger flare for a split second before she sucked in a quick breath, "did he hurt you?"

"What! No!" Angela paled as her hands made their way to her face, "I hurt him."

"I'm sorry what?" Bella really couldn't believe that Angela could hurt Paul.

"You promised not to laugh remember that," Angela said but then waited for Bella to nod her agreement before she continued on.

"After school we went down to the beach and everything went ok, it's so beautiful down there Bella He didn't seem angry anymore, he was so calm and relaxed." Bella nodded her head in agreement. "He took me home after we um, after we-" Angela's once pale face was now a nice rosy pink color, "we uh made out in his truck a little bit."

"OK"

"We got home later than I was supposed to and I knew my dad was already mad so he didn't come in, but he came back later when everyone was asleep to make sure I didn't get into to much trouble. I was in bed and I kept hearing this tapping on the window and he was down there and then he came up the trellis and Bella," Angle closed her eyes and buried her head in her hands.

Moving forward Bella patted Angela's knee in an effort to help her friend calm down, her words were coming out in a rush as her face continued to flush.

"As soon as he got in my room my mom came in- he didn't get caught," Angela reassured her quickly, "he hid in the closet but Bella she said he was attractive and that he when he was having dinner at the house she saw the way he was looking at me and I don't understand why he'd look at me like that I'm me not like the girls he usually goes for."

When Angela gasped for a breath Bella realized that her friend looked like she was about to throw up. Her face while red from blushing was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and she was wringing her hands as she rocked the rocking chair with so much force it had worked its way across the carpet and was nearly smacking into the wall behind it. "Ok let's take a deep breath; you look like you're going to be sick."

Thankfully Angela stopped rocking and drew in a deep ragged breath, blowing it out slowly she nodded her head and repeated the process before nodding her head to show that she was ok.

"Ok, Bella I know what he's like with other girls I've seen it, but he's not like that with me."

Bella wanted to ask how she'd seen it, but shook that thought from her mind. "What's he like?"

Angela smiled before leaning in as if it were a secret, "there's this wildness to him I know it's there and he makes me feel out of control, and sometimes I'm doing things with him that I don't know I'm doing or have done until it's over."

"Does he pressure you into doing things" Bella asked feeling her temper flare.

"No," Angela screeched slashing her hand through the air, "that's what I'm trying to say aside from the first couple of times he, Bella he lets me touch him and I like it. He wants me to touch him I can tell but he'd never pressure me and I like that he gives me control. But the other night I might have pushed too far or something because one minute we're making out on my bed and the next minute he's on the floor with my knee in his crotch."

Bella's eyes went wide as she fought back the bark of laughter, it wasn't that she was laughing at the look on her friends face but the fact that Paul Lahote got it in the balls by someone, not only that but that person was his imprint.

"I don't really know what to-"

"Don't say anything I know, I know," Angela muttered behind her hands, "the first time I actually feel sure enough of myself I screw it up and scare him, Bella he jerked back and fell right off the bed."

"What happened exactly?" Bella grew uneasy as Angela bit her lip and another blush covered her face.

"He told me I could touch him and I swear Bella I wasn't planning on touching what I touched but, wow and yeah."

For the first time in her life Bella felt like a teenage girl, some part of her wondered if this moment would ever come, the one where she'd feel like one of those cackling clapping girls who gossiped over the hot boy. It was odd that she even wanted to know anything to do with Paul's sex life normally she found herself disgusted by it but she couldn't help but ask, "what were you planning on touching?"

Angela's face got so red Bella worried for her for a second until Angela laughed a little bit and shook her head, "his stomach Bella I swear I only planned on touching his stomach, have you seen the abs on him,"
with a quick nod Bella answered and then urged her friend along by widening her eyes and waving her hand.

"That's not what happened though, he told me that I could touch him and I just, my hand accidentally brushed up against his-" Angela made a gesture toward her lap before continuing on, "I didn't even have time to think before we were flying off of the bed and onto the floor and I could tell he was in pain Bella but he was acting like everything was fine, and then we cuddled and he left when I was sleeping and I haven't heard from him since. I screwed it up Bella."

"You didn't screw anything up, things happen."

"Have you ever kneed your boyfriend in the privates while making out with them?" Angela screeched. "This is a disaster and he isn't even my boyfriend, I don't know why I said that Bella, I'm a mess!"

"Angela," Bella said as she stood from the bed, "you are not a mess and I am sure that everything with Paul is ok."

"How can you be so sure, he hasn't called me all weekend and really how can I blame him, after the things my mom said and then me doing that to him. He probably thinks I am some kind of crazy person."

"Paul doesn't really seem like the type to scare off easy."

Angela shot Bella a look before flopping back in the rocker, "so what am I supposed to do now, I doubt he'd ever let me touch him again."

~U~

"Are you going to just let her set up there and freak out all night, or are you going to do something about it?" Jake questioned as he jabbed Paul in the ribs with his elbow. "You're girl is freaking out."

"What do you suggest oh great one, should I go up there and tell her that I've been eavesdropping on her private conversation for the last thirty minutes?"

"Obviously not," Jake snorted before shoving Paul forward, "come on."

~U~

Bella was just getting ready to try and convince Angela that Paul touching her would happen when there was a booming knock at the door. Knowing the knock Bella smiled and patted Angela's knee again, "let's go downstairs and see who that is, we can talk while I make dinner."

Bella could see Paul's head through the window at the top of the door before she opened it; thankful that he was here she opened the door with a smile. "Paul," she made sure to shoot him an extra sweet smile before turning to Jake, "thank you."

With a quick nod Jake stepped forward and enveloped her in one of his hugs, "we didn't mean to spy, he was at the house when you called and got worried when you mentioned her crying, he was worried."

"I'm standing right here." Paul grumbled as he shoved his way past the two.

~U~

Angela's eyes grew wide and she stood from the chair as soon as she heard his voice, "Paul," she whispered as he made his way into the kitchen and right too her.

"Hey there Angel."

She couldn't get a word out before he was wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his chest.

"Sorry we haven't talked works been crazy."

Angela nodded into his chest and cinched her arms tighter around his waist.

They were still standing like that when Bella and Jake walked into the kitchen talking about what she was going to make for dinner.

"Oh man!" Angela cried as she jerked back, "I forgot I was supposed to watch the boys tonight while mom and dad went to the church, Bella can I use your phone?"

Paul let go of her but followed her toward the phone, he listened as she told her mom that she was sorry and that she would be home in a few minutes that she needed to talk to Bella about something after school. Her mother didn't seem upset so when she hung up and told Bella that she had to go Paul followed her out the door.

At her car he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder and turned her toward him again, "do you think it would be ok if I came over tonight when they got back?"

"Paul you don't have to-"

Pulling her closer Paul rested his lips on her forehead, "I want to."

"I don't think they'd mind, I just have to watch the boys for a little bit, it will probably be a couple of hours."

With one final squeeze Paul pulled back dropped a kiss on her forehead, then held her car door open to help her in.

~U~

Making his way back into the house Paul didn't stop until he was sitting on the coffee table right in front of Bella, "nothing is going to stop me from coming around."

Bella nodded her head in response.

"I may seem like a dick when it comes to women but I don't push her to do anything, and I know she's not like the other girls, I'd never try to make her be that person."

Another nod from Bella.

With his hands on his knees Paul pushed to stand but not before letting her know that he appreciated that she was such a good friend to Angela.

~U~

Two and a half hours later Paul was knocking on Angela's front door. When her father pulled it open much to Paul's surprise he smiled and then waved him in, "dinners not done yet, you can hang out with me and the boys in the living room until the girls are ready." Paul nodded his head and followed Angela's dad down the hall way.

In the thirty minutes that Paul had been playing with Angela's twin brothers in the living room he learned two things. One was that the boys were completely opposite, one of them he couldn't place a name with a boy, but one of them was very calm and into books while the other given the fact that he was once again hanging off Paul's back was a little rebel. He'd been wrestling around on the floor with this one since he'd walked into the room. The second thing that while Angela's dad seemed like a stickler he was actually not too bad. He'd tried to hold a conversation with Paul while he wrestled around on the floor with his son but eventually gave up and got in on the action at least until the other one asked him to help with his homework.

"Boys dinner is done!"

As the calmer boy packed up his back pack the one on Paul's back launched himself down before Paul could bend completely over and raced down the hall toward the kitchen. When the other slowly trailed behind him Paul ruffled his hair and chuckled at the face the kid made at him while smoothing his hand over his head.

"You're pretty good with them, do you have younger siblings?"

"It's just me, but there are a lot of kids on the rez that we try to keep out of trouble."

"We?"

Paul knew her dad was asking a genuine question not trying to pry, "Sam my boss like's to make sure we give back to the community."

"That's very good."

"Dad," Angela questioned as she came around the corner, "are you two coming, the boys are getting impatient and mom's not going to be able to hold them off much longer."

"We're coming," her dad said as he walked past her.

With just the two of them in the room Paul felt a shift and he couldn't get to her fast enough, "I need to touch you."

"Here" Angela's eyes widened in shock but she stepped closer to him, something that made Paul's chest tighten. "Just for a second."

Before Angela could answer Paul's hands were slipping under the hem of her shirt and sliding along her skin to her back. "You're skins so soft," he growled before bending down and capturing her lips.

Paul and Angela were so caught up in the kiss she nearly passed out when she felt someone poke her in the back, "are you coming?"

"Josh," Angela squeaked, but the boy was already walking away.

When she turned back toward Paul he was trying to hide his best to hide his laughter but it wasn't working, "you're going to get us into trouble."

"It would be worth it."

"Come on, we need to get in there before my mom sends my dad next, I don't think he'd be so forgiving."

"Probably not," Paul agreed as he followed her to the kitchen.

~U~

"Do you think you could maybe-" Angela looked over her shoulder when her mom told her to make sure to lock up.

"You want me to sneak into your room in a little bit," Paul asked while he leaned into her.

"Please."

"Give me about an hour."

Angela smiled and let the door slip close.

"So what are you going to do for an hour," Jake teased from the woods.

"Shut it pup, don't act like you're not waiting out here for Charlie to fall asleep."

Jake nodded his head in agreement, "you wanna go North and I'll cover South?"

~U~

Paul didn't bother with rocks; instead he made his way up the thorn ridden trellis and tapped on the window. It wasn't long before he heard the swish of Angela's night gown and then the scraping of wood against wood as her bedroom window slid open.

"Hi"

Paul smiled wide when he took the nightgown that she had on tonight. It was nearly identical to the one from before but this one was white covered in tiny little flowers and had pink lace on the top and bottom.

"You get your homework done." Paul frowned as he said the words and nearly punched himself when Angela's eyebrows scrunched together. What the hell was with him?

Angela didn't answer but stood awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot allowing her eyes to slowly travel up and down his body. Shit if she kept looking at him like that he was going to pounce on her.

"Sorry I didn't come by this weekend Sam was busting our balls." Angela's eyes snapped up to his the moment the words came out, before he could put two and two together a snort escape and her hand clamped over his mouth. Things didn't really click until her eyes shot to his crotch. At that Paul couldn't help but chuckle and smile as he pulled her into his embrace.

"Didn't really mean it that way, I only let you bust my balls."

She stiffened for a second until Paul squeezed her side, "I'm fine, it's good."

As her lips pressed against his chest over his heart Paul wanted nothing more than to rip his shirt off and beg her to do it again.

~U~

Paul didn't even try to fight the smile that spread across his face as the rough pad of his palm slid over the silky smooth skin of Angela's arm. Her head had been resting on his chest for well over two hours before she'd made a peep. The best part about it was it seemed that she was a talker in her sleep, well not really a talker but the fact that his name kept slipping through those beautiful well kissed lips was enough to get Paul smiling.

As he ran his hand down her arm once more he longed for the goosebumps that had been there when he'd ripped his shirt off and placed her palms on his stomach. She'd squeaked out in surprise and her eyes had shot wide for just a second before she'd curled her fingers just slightly into the muscle, he'd groaned out at that and fought the smile when he caught the look on Angela's face at the sight of his instantly hard dick.

"See," he'd told her while rubbing his palms up and down her arms, as her eyes stayed latched onto the bulge in his jean shorts, "good as new, everything is fine." He was watching her intently in that moment waiting for her to blush and show any kind of unease instead he caught a small smile and an eye roll. That oddly enough made his heart skip a beat, and then slowly she'd ran her nails closer to the top of his shorts teasingly close to the head of his dick which was trying to fight it's way out of the confines. His heart had leapt into action at that and when she laughed his eyes snapped up and he realized that he had been watching her hands while she was watching him.

"Lay with me," she'd whispered as her nails scraped over the bumps on his stomach and then ever so slowly left his skin before they came in contact with his nipples. Holy shit he'd never realized just how much he'd want a chick to graze her nails over him in such a teasing way, it was nice change of pace compared to the nails scratching temporary holes in his back.

As they lay down him on his back, Angela's head on his chest and her leg swung over both of his he had to fight every urge to flip her over and take her. Every swipe of those nails brought her hands closer to both his dick and then his nipples and for once he knew how those girls felt when he was teasing them before sex, he was slightly embarrassed when he groaned when her pinky finger grazed the button on his jeans and yeah maybe his hips did roll into her leg with a little bit of force when she finally let those nails slide over his nipples. When she'd stopped just after that he peeled his eyes open and looked down at her she was staring up at him with both fear and excitement in her eyes, "I've never wanted to touch someone so badly," she'd whispered her hand making its way down his stomach. With their eyes locked her hand finally settled on his jean covered dick and this time he only allowed his dick to jerk. As her hand made a very quick, very light stroke down he could feel her heart pounding against his ribs and he wanted to tell her to stop, tell her that if she didn't want to or if she felt rushed that she should stop but he couldn't. Mostly because he could see in her eyes that she wanted to do this, not just to make up for the last time but because it was something that she really wanted. Partly because finally the feel of her hand on him felt un-fucking real and because her room was bathed in her scent. He'd let her graze him a couple of times just lightly before he settled his hand on hers and pressed down while dragging it up and down. He watched her eyes the entire time making sure it was what she wanted and the second her eyes shifted he jerked his hand away and fisted the sheet, readying himself for her hand to be gone. Shockingly her hand didn't leave his lap but followed the same path that it had been but with the pressure that he'd showed her he liked. When he finally looked down at her she was looking at him still but the worry was gone and confidence was in its place, "thank you" she'd whispered while stroking him then tightening her grip as she made her way up.

"Fuck no, thank you." She'd laughed then her breath fanning across his chest and he'd felt his nipples harden even further.

Shifting in the bed, Paul fought the erection that had once again sprung to life, just thinking about it had him hard enough to pound nails. The blue light coming through the window was enough warning for him, he knew he needed to get his ass in gear and get out of bed but he couldn't her hand that had just recently been resting on his stomach was now tucked around his waist and under his back, her nails just barely biting in. Bringing back the memory of the very best hand job in existence.

She'd kept that same slow methodical pace for god only knows how long before Paul had to say something. He'd been teetering on the edge for what seemed like hours and it was honestly driving him insane. At first the wolf inside him stirred waking up to the feeling the knowledge that his girl was doing this to him, touching him, pleasing him, claiming him. But as the minutes and pleasure increased the wolf wanted to take over, just like it did the day with the beach. She's teasing us, it had whispered, she wants to play, it's our turn to be in charge and with every stroke the whisper got louder and louder until Paul had to do something, so he did. He'd batted her hand away softly and ripped his button clean off before jerking his zipper down and palming his dick as it sprung free. He heard her gasp and clenched his eyes as his fisted his dick and pumped at a rapid pace. The wolf was yelling at him though, no damn it, he wanted her hand on his flesh, pumping him, milking him. After five rapid strokes Paul could feel the rush of his orgasim slowly starting in the pit of his belly. He bit down on his lip to keep from groaning in anticipation and then, somehow his hand was replaced with hers and she was pumping as fast as he had been, as hard as he had been while peppering little kisses down the middle of his chest. When she'd whimpered his name he'd come. Long ribbons of semen shot out of him like a rocket, coating her hand, his stomach and getting into her hair. He was fisting the bed sheet with one hand and her hip with the other as his own hips jerked off the bed pumping his dick into her hand to keep the greatest fucking orgasim going. When it finally did end he melted into her bed and let out an amazed chuckle. Holy fucking shit, the wolf was completely quite, his body stated and when he peeled his eyes open his imprint wasn't looking at the mess on her hand no she was staring into his eyes, her own full of wonder, pride and much to his liking possession. He'd kissed her then harder than he'd ever kissed her and before he realized it her sticky hand was on his stomach as he hovered over her on her back.

"I need to clean up," he kissed her on the nose and launched off the bed into her bathroom. As the bathroom door clicked closed he could her muffled chuckle, he had to chuckle too because for the first time since he was a punk teenager he was covered in his own cum as his dick hung out of his pants none the less he was on top of the fucking world.

Blinking out of the memory at the sounds of Jacob's yip Paul realized that the blue light in the bedroom was now pink and he could hear what sounded like Angela's father shifting in his bed, probably on the verge of waking up. "Hey," he whispered into her ear while running the pad of his thumb over her jaw. There was no way he was just leaving today without telling her goodbye. She shuffled her knee bumping into his once again hard dick and she muttered something even he couldn't make out.

"Angel, I've got to go now you're dad's about to wake up."

She grunted a little into his chest before her nails were scraping his abs again, slowly moving their way down, "you're going to kill me you know that." He said louder while stopping the movement over her hand. Her response was a snort and then a small peck to his chest, "be safe," she whispered into his chest before her breathing evened out. Another yip from Jake and Paul found himself gently lifting Angela just enough so he could slide off the bed. After covering her up and a kiss to the forehead he made his way to the window where he had to fight the urge to jump back in bed with her, and never leave. With that thought Paul found his forehead pinching at the not so pleasant memory of his mom walking out on him. Without looking back Paul jerked the window open and flung himself out the window and across the yard.

When he'd passed Jake a couple of hundred yards into the woods and didn't stop when Jake started to say something he growled a warning and kept on running.