AN: It took me a while to finish this chapter as I've been editing the story and moving things around. Sheesh, writing is a passion of mine, but it's also hard at times. I appreciate everyone who's stuck with me through this journey. In this chapter I took a peek into Jacob's head. I don't know if I'll do this throughout the story, but it was fun writing in his POV. So without further ado, here's chapter 6

Jacob's POV

I never thought there would ever be anyone else I loved as much as Bella. My heart was so consumed by her. I couldn't eat, drink or think straight. I knew the moment she walked into my room that day she had already chosen him. She sat down and replayed our future life together like a movie. She got this far away look in her eyes, like it was already a distant memory she was trying hard to recall. It was the moment that I knew I had lost the battle. I waited until she left the room before I tried to get out of the bed. I knew if she was still there, she would have tried her best to stop me. The blood in my veins boiled like liquid fire. Anger was slowly taking over the excruciating pain I was feeling both physically and mentally. I knew Doc Fang told me not to phase for a few days, but at that moment I didn't give a shit. I hoped the change would kill me and I wouldn't have to feel anything. I stumbled to the front door totally oblivious to the magnitude of my injuries. I fell to the ground screaming as I phased. I didn't stop screaming in my mind. The pain I felt when that bloodsucker crushed my bones was nothing compared to what I just felt. I knew my brothers could hear me. Shit everyone in the rez could hear me. Once the pain became somewhat bearable, I started running. Leah tried to talk me out of it and I didn't hear a word she said. I ran until I felt like my heart would explode. I continued for what felt like days on end. I finally ended up in the redwood forests of California. I stayed in that forest so long that I forgot I was human. My guilty conscious got to me and I started worrying about my dad and what I was putting him through. I walked into a nearby campground, took some clothes off a line, put them on and went to a payphone to call my dad. He begged me to come home but, I could hear in his voice he knew I wasn't coming back till I was good and ready.

"Bella's gone," Dad said softly.

"What do you mean gone?" I demanded.

"She and all of the Cullens up and left a few weeks ago. She told Charlie she was getting married, and if he wanted to be there he needed to get to Mr. Weber's church in an hour. He had a feeling she wasn't coming back. He was right; she was gone the next night."

I started to shake, feeling the phone crush in my hands.

"Bye Dad." I muttered as I ran towards the forest. I phased quickly leaving the world behind me.

It was another six months before I became human again. I walked back to my dad's house and collapsed. I didn't wake up for three days. Dad panicked and called both my sisters. When I woke up, Rachel and Becca were there. Becca wanted to take me back to Hawaii. Dad said it was best if I stayed here. I was so behind in my classes. Rachel was pissed and feared for my sanity. She thought I lost my mind. She told dad I needed counseling. She said there was no way I was gone that long and not psychologically damaged. Dad talked the girls out of their ideas. Once the girls left, it was just me and dad again. I had missed so much school. If I was gonna graduate, I had to work my ass off. I ended up graduating six months after I was supposed to. After high school, I went to trade school to become a certified mechanic. When I was finished I just saved my money. I worked in my shed fixing cars all around the rez. It took me five years but I finally had enough to buy my own shop.

My personal life on the other hand was a huge mess. I didn't have a social life so to speak. I guess you could call me a loner. I didn't bother with anyone, unless I wanted company. I had given up on finding someone. Even though most of my friends imprinted, Leah and I both agreed that there must have been something wrong with our DNA cuz it didn't happen for us. She hated imprinting. She felt like it took all the choice out of the equation. It didn't help that it fucked up her first real love. I didn't care one way or the other. It's not like I would stumble upon love around here.

The few dates I had been on in the past ten years never led to anything serious. I think for the most part, the girls didn't take me seriously. They just wanted the physical and could care less about who I was on the inside. Well two can play that game and I did. I had no problems with sleeping with all of them, if that's all they wanted from me, then that's what I gave them. Monica wanted to marry me because she thought we'd make pretty babies. Samantha wanted me to walk around town with her on my arm, just so her friends would be jealous. The others were just satisfied in keeping me company for the night. It's not what I would consider ideal, but it's been working for me.

The night before the 4th of July, I was hanging out with the guys at the bar. Seth, Sam, Jared, Paul and I were enjoying some guy time. Since the bloodsucker Brady Bunch left, we didn't have to patrol as much. With school, marriages, and babies, we didn't get to hang out as much as we used to. We stood around playing pool and drinking beers. Well, we were doing more drinking than playing. Seth was talking about breaking up with Julie, which no one was surprised about. She was yet another one who didn't "understand" him. It's hard to understand someone you've only dated for two months. I shook my head as I took a swig of beer. He told us about some blond nurse he met while doing rotations at work. Since Seth's residency was at Forks General Hospital, he always had easy access to some hot nurse or intern. Paul was talking shit as usual He was giving Seth hell about his long list of ex-girlfriends. Seth wasn't letting it bother him tonight. As usual he was in a fantastic mood. I used to wonder if Seth ever had a bad day. This kid was never angry. Paul was annoying the hell outta me. I still have no idea what my sister saw in him. She was the only reason I haven't caused him severe bodily harm. Although I'm pretty sure it's difficult to kill me, Rachel would find a way. I glanced over at the bar and noticed one of the barmaids looked real familiar.

"Shit," I said wincing.

"What?" Seth asked looking in the same direction.

"It's Sasha. I thought she quit." I sighed. Sasha and I dated for a short time. I knew she was still in love with me. I just didn't feel the same. After we broke up I kinda avoided her. I didn't wanna hurt anyone, especially after what I went through. She noticed us and walked over.

"Hey guys! How's it been?" she asked. I knew she wasn't talking to me. She got a few weak hellos from the guys, and then Mr. Personality had to chime in.

"It's been good. When did you get back into town?" Seth asked.

"A week ago, I was in Olympia for a while," she said, then turned and looked at me "Hi, Jake, how are you?"

Seth took that as a cue to abandon me. I swear I heard Paul laughing at me. If he breathed one word about this later, I was gonna break his fucking nose.

"How come you never returned any of my calls?"

"Sasha, don't you think it woulda been awkward if I still called you? I didn't wanna hurt you."

"So you ignored me, so I wouldn't get hurt? That's bullshit Black. You ignored me because you're a coward. I don't even know why I came over here."

I had no idea why she came over here. To be honest, I think she just wanted to cause a scene to embarrass me.

"Sasha, I'm sorry it didn't work out between us. Can we talk about this in private?"

"Save it." She put her hands up. "I just wanted to come over and say hi to the guys. I understand things weren't meant to be between us. It's just really screwed up how we got here. I still love you Jake and I wish we coulda worked things out."

"I hope you find someone that treats you the way you're supposed to be treated." I was being sincere. I hoped she would find someone that loved her. I wanted her to leave me alone.

She smirked

"I hope one day you realize that you're an asshole and Bella never wanted you."

She turned and stomped her way back to the bar.

"Damn! She told you!" Paul shouted laughing.

"Fuck you," I shouted back. I walked out and went home. There was no way I was staying in that bar with her.

She was right, I was an asshole. I met Sasha five years ago when we took Embry out for his twenty-first birthday. We were all hammered that night. Sasha was waiting tables and caught my attention. I noticed her dark brown hair, pale skin and chocolate brown eyes; she could have passed for Bella's sister. It wasn't hard to convince her to come home with me that night and I only slept with her because she looked like Bella. I'm not saying that it was right. I did feel bad about it the next morning. When she woke up, she offered to make breakfast. I realized we had more in common than I thought. We started dating casually. Before I knew it, she told me she loved me. I couldn't believe it. We had only been dating for three weeks when she sprung that on me. I liked her, I enjoyed the time we spent together and the sex was awesome, I just didn't love her. I avoided it for as long as I could. Finally, she backed me in the corner and made me admit what I'm sure she already knew, I didn't feel the same way she did. She ignored it saying that I would grow to love her in time. Well after two years of on again/off again dating, it finally dawned on her that I wasn't gonna magically fall in love with her. She packed up her stuff and moved to Olympia. I stopped calling, hoping that she would move on. Apparently she didn't. I used her as my replacement Bella and it was coming back to haunt me. It was obvious she was gonna make my life a living hell. Her visit to the shop was no accident. I made it clear to her that she should not pull that shit ever again. The last thing I need is some jilted lover scaring away my customers.

I was jarred out of my thoughts when Nala knocked on the door to my office and stuck her head in. I was sitting in the office going through the inventory lists and lists of parts that were backordered.

"Hey that part for the Mitsubishi just came in, did you wanna take a look at it?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute. Come here for a sec," I said.

She walked inside closing the door behind her.

"What's up?" she asked.

"Is eight o'clock good for you?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"Well, come on out here and take a look at this part. I know you were waiting for it to come in," she said walking back out on the floor. The guys were busy working but they gave me some glances as I walked over to inspect this part that took three weeks to get here.

Later that night, I was getting ready for my first official date in years. Romance wasn't exactly my strong suit. I was gonna try though. I don't think I cared about the other girls I went out with. I really didn't put that much thought in it. I was wearing some jeans and a navy blue polo shirt. I put on my black Nike's and slapped on some cologne. I ran my hands though my hair a few times making sure it stood up just right. I went to the barber yesterday just to make sure it looked good. For the first time in a long time, I actually cared about what someone thought about my appearance. Most girls woulda got me "as is" but, I felt like looking good for her. I grabbed the car keys and made my way outta the house.

It only took five minutes to get to her house. I drove the Mustang because I knew how much she liked it. I knocked on the door and waited. There was no answer. I could tell she was home, because the TV was on. I pulled my phone out and started dialing her number when I heard a noise from upstairs. Through the glass in the door I could see her coming down the stairs. She walked to the door and she opened it, she stood in the doorway in her short bathrobe. Her hair was still damp and she smelled like she just got out of the shower. She looked embarrassed.

"Oh my God, Jake, I'm soo sorry. I lay down for a few minutes and I guess I fell asleep." She motioned for me to come in.

"It's alright, we don't have to rush. Go ahead and get dressed, I'll wait," I replied. She sighed and hugged me. It felt so good. I needed to think about something else quick. The thought of what was underneath that flimsy bathrobe shot a surge of lust right to my lower region.

"Thanks, it will only take me a minute," she said as turned and walked up the stairs.

"Make yourself at home, the remote's on top of the TV," she called downstairs to me.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels and ended up watching Sports Center The wait wasn't too long, soon she came down the stairs wearing skin tight jeans and a red halter top that exposed her shoulders and when she turned around, I noticed a butterfly tattoo on her right shoulder. She was wearing strappy red heels. This woman was gonna kill me.

"Hey, you look beautiful," I said.

"Thank you, you look pretty good too," she replied. Her eyes lit up as she saw I was driving the Mustang. I usually drove a pick-up back and forth to the shop. I knew she loved this car. Maybe one day I'd let her drive it. Wait, what the hell was I thinking?

We got in the car and made our way to Port Angeles. About an hour later we ended up at a seafood restaurant. Once we were seated and ordered our food and drinks, we begin to talk.

"So, tell me something about yourself. Something nobody knows," she asked.

I raised an eyebrow. Of course I couldn't tell her the obvious, "I turn into a huge dog, pass the bread." I thought about it for a second.

"I can't sleep with my legs off the bed. I always think something's gonna reach from under my bed and snatch me by my ankles."

That was true. I hated that feeling. Nothing made me feel more vulnerable than that. She laughed. I loved the way she smiled. She was having an effect on me that I wasn't used to feeling.

"I'm serious. It's been like that since I was a kid."

"It would have to be a pretty big monster to snatch you off your bed."

"Yeah but who knows how strong some supernatural being is." I laughed with her.

"OK, I'm being serious now. I used to think no one would take me seriously. I'm twenty-six, the chief of my tribe and I own my own business. Sometimes I doubt myself."

"It's okay to doubt yourself at times. I know I do. All you can do is your best. Hell, nobody can fault you for trying."

"I know it's hard though, so much damn pressure to be perfect. Can't screw up, not when your last name is Black. There were so many times I wanted to be a normal kid."

"What about your sisters, did they feel the pressure too?"

"Rachel was always perfect. Well with the exception of marrying Paul. Rebecca got some grief for marrying so young, but she done well for herself. Her husband is a pro surfer. They have this really big house in Hawaii. She also has my niece and nephews," I said pulling out my phone to show her pictures my sister sent of my six-year old twin nephews and their 2 month old sister.

"Wow! Their home is gorgeous. I would love to live in a place like that. Your niece and nephews are adorable," she commented.

"Thanks. The girls left home so fast, they never had to deal with the stuff I had to."

"You took on a lot. I couldn't imagine being that responsible at such a young age."

"So, how was it growing up in New Orleans?" I asked changing the subject.

"It was cool. I had a bunch of friends in high school, ran track, went to prom. Just did the regular teenage stuff."

"Did you have a boyfriend?"

"I did. We were together for a few years. I broke up with him senior year. Did you have someone special? I know you had a friend you liked."

"Nobody special, not like that. I've had my fair share of girlfriends but no one I can say was the one."

After we finished eating, we went to play pool. She said she never learned how to play. Well it was a perfect opportunity to show her how. I stood behind her and showed her how to hold the cue. I wasn't one hundred percent sure, but I think she pushed her booty up against me. I fought the urge to push back. I cleared my throat and she turned and smiled at me.

"So this is what you're gonna do, basically you line the stick up with the cue ball and hit the other balls on the table. Any one of them, except the eight ball." I guided her hands as she took a shot. She squealed and jumped up and down when she was able to sink a few balls. She wasn't as lucky on her second turn.

"My turn," I said as I lined up the cue and shot hitting the seven and two ball.

"So, what happened between you and Sasha? I have a feeling you weren't completely honest about her not getting the hint," she asked leaning against the table.

"We dated for a while and she thought it was more serious than I did," I said.

"It was just a booty call, huh?"

"Well, kinda. She didn't understand our arrangement."

"You wanted no strings attached sex and she caught feelings," she said.

This was not the conversation I wanted to have on a first date.

"Am I scaring you off?" I asked.

"No. I actually appreciate your honesty. Not a lot of guys would admit that. Most would just lie to get in your pants."

"I was honest with her the entire time. I never told her I was in love with her."

"She just confused good sex for love, right?"

"Wow. That bad, huh?"

"What?"

"The guy that hurt you, he lied about his intentions didn't he?" I saw the expression on her face change, for a brief second she looked sad.

"Yeah, he did but I'm over that now." She didn't look so convinced. I didn't want the date to get depressing so I changed the subject really quick.

"Let's finish our game. I was getting good at kicking your butt,"

"Really? You've never heard of beginner's luck?"

"That's only for people who have actual skills," I replied.

"I'll show you some skills. I may not be good at pool, but there are other things I'm good at," she said with a wink. I smirked and wondered what the hell she meant by that? Was she giving me an open invitation? There were so many things I thought about doing, if we were alone. She was killing me with the kisses and the looks. I didn't want to take this to another level if she didn't want to. It was all in her hands right now. We were keeping things light and simple. I felt like there was this chemistry between us and I wanted to see how far it would go.

We ended up going back to my house. I gave her the grand tour of the place. I put in the hardwood floors myself. I also replaced the cabinets in the kitchen and upgraded all the appliances. I had typical guy furniture; a couch, armchair and a big screen TV in the living room. It felt good to do something on my own. It wasn't that big, but it was mine. I remember being cramped in our old house. When I had my growth spurt, dad couldn't afford to buy me a new bed. I had to squeeze my huge frame into a twin bed every night. The first thing I brought when I got here was a king sized bed. Once the grand tour was over, we sat on the couch in the living room listening to music and drinking some wine. I had that bottle for a while. One Christmas, Brian's wife brought me a bottle of wine. Since I'm not the wine drinking type, I just figured I'd save it for a special occasion. Since I never entertain in my house, I just never opened it. So now seemed like a good enough occasion. I didn't have wine glasses, so I just grabbed some glasses that were sitting in the cabinet. She smiled at me as I opened the bottle and poured the wine.

"To good health and happiness," I said bringing my glass up for a toast.

"Ditto," she replied as our glasses clinked together.

She got more comfortable as she took off her heels and rubbed her feet. I motioned for her to put her feet in my lap and I massaged them as we talked.

"Thanks, so much. They feel so much better. Heels may be cute, but they hurt like hell,"

"Yeah, I must say they looked really great on you."

"Thanks," she said yawning.

"You're not getting sleepy on me are you?" I asked

"Nope, just feeling really relaxed. Thanks for dinner; I had a really great time."

"You're welcome, I'm just glad you said yes."

"You kinda wore me down. You just don't take no for an answer huh?"

"Nope, I know what I want and I go for it."

"Is that so?" she asked.

"Yes. Nala, you are beautiful, intelligent and you don't put up with bullshit."

She giggled. "Thanks,"

"I noticed you have a tattoo on your back, it's nice," I said.

"Thanks. I also have a phoenix on my lower back and a heart on my ankle. I noticed the tat on your arm, that's some nice ink. When did you get it? " she asked

"I got it at sixteen. It was a guy thing."

"Wow, your dad let you get tatted at sixteen? My mom would have freaked."

What she didn't know was my dad did freak out, but it wasn't because of the tattoo. He didn't know what to do with the real life Teen Wolf in his house.

"Do you have any more tattoos?" she asked

I rolled up the sleeve to show my mother's name in black script on my left arm.

"That's cool. Do you explain to all your girlfriends that's your mom's name?"

"No, I just tell them if they do a really good job I'll tattoo their name on me too."

She rolled her eyes "Cut it out,"

"I know, that was corny," I said throwing my hands up

"You think you'll get any more?"

"Probably, I do like the two I have. I just never put too much thought in getting new ink."

I continued to massage her feet and she stretched out making herself more comfortable. I looked over at her long sexy legs. I began to massage her calves. She sighed as she sunk into the couch. I couldn't help myself as my hands traveled higher up her legs to her thighs. I was having a bunch of impure thoughts. I wanted to know how far she would let me go. She looked really relaxed as she looked at me with heavy eyes. I smiled at her as my hands traveled up her legs, past her hips and rested on her stomach. She let me lift her shirt slightly as my hands traced the skin on her belly. She was so soft. I wondered if she felt this soft all over. She shifted a bit causing my hand to slip higher. It was now resting just below the swell of her breasts. That's when I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. She let her feet fall from my lap which allowed me to position myself so that I was hovering over her.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. I didn't want to be a mood killer, but I also wasn't gonna force myself on her.

"Yes," she whispered. I placed feather light kisses on her neck dipping lower to nip her collar bone. She moaned softly which was my cue to kiss her on the lips. Our kiss became more intense as she slipped her tongue past my lips touching mine. As our tongues intertwined we took a moment to explore each other with our hands. Her hands had slipped under my shirt and she was touching my chest and stomach raking her finger nails over them and driving me insane with lust. We had way too many clothes on. She helped me out of my shirt and I did the same. We were lying on my couch shirtless. I took my time and admired her perfectly pert breasts. She was a nice firm C cup. My tongue captured one of her Hershey's chocolate colored nipples and licked it. It tasted just as sweet. She moaned and pushed her hips upward into my painfully stiff erection. I pinched the other nipple causing her to whimper. She grabbed me by my belt and began to unfasten it, unzipping my fly. I paused for a second. I wanted to take her right here on my couch, but I wanted more room to properly explore her body. In one quick swoop, I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom.

I placed her on the bed and helped her remove her jeans and panties. I paused for a minute admiring her body. She was so damn sexy; I made a mental note to lick and kiss her everywhere I could. She smiled at me as I slid my jeans and boxers off. I watched as her eyes traveled down my body and widened as she looked at my erection. Yup, that's all me, and no I'm not bragging. I walked over to the bed and crawled beside her, gently raking my fingers across her exposed flesh. She sighed as she lifted her arms to touch me. I grabbed both of her wrists and put them above her head. I hovered over her body looking into her eyes. I kissed those pretty lips of hers lightly biting her lower lip. She moaned as her tongue slipped inside my mouth. She liked doing that and I couldn't get enough of it. She tried to free her hands from my grasp.

"Not yet," I whispered as I kissed lower stopping at her breasts. I licked and kissed each nipple, sucking them into my mouth and lightly grazing them with my teeth. She moaned and I could sense that she was becoming wet. Her hips writhed against mine. My hands had a mind of their own. I wanted to feel as much of her soft flesh as I could. I finally let go of her hands as I touched her soft belly and thighs. She grabbed handfuls of my hair as she muttered a bunch of unintelligible words. My tongue licked around her belly button, trailing kisses all the way down. I saw how wet she was, which turned me on even more. I blew on her clit causing her to gasp and pull my hair. My tongue flicked across the swollen bud and she moved her hips to get closer to the sensation. I smiled as I continued to lick coating my tongue with that sweet nectar. She moaned my name as I slowly placed two fingers into her wetness. I licked and pumped my fingers into her, causing her to curse and thrash about on the bed. She was making so many cute noises and I loved every minute of this. I felt her pussy clench around my fingers and I knew she was close to orgasm number one. I promise it wouldn't be the only one tonight. I placed my mouth on her clit and sucked it until she exploded. She was glowing in post orgasmic bliss. I grabbed a condom off my dresser; I rolled it on and climbed on top of her. She parted her legs and I slid between them. I entered her slowly, allowing her body to accommodate my length. She gasped as I filled her.

"Are you okay," I asked

"Yeah, keep going," she whispered back.

I pushed completely inside of her. She was so tight and wet, I thought I was gonna explode right then. That woulda been embarrassing. We pushed and pulled at a slow pace, I wasn't sure how long I could keep this up. She felt so good.

"Oh fuck Jake, go faster," she moaned

That was my cue to pick up the pace. As my pace quickened I could feel her pulling me closer to her. She was forcing me to go hard and fast. Her moaning in my ear was almost too much to take. She wrapped her legs around me as I pushed into her. I could feel my orgasm coming on; she was so hot and wet. I clamped my lips down over hers as we kissed hungrily. I pushed her legs up higher and thrust into her faster causing both of us to cum. Afterwards, I held her in my arms, she snuggled closer to me and we both fell asleep.

I woke up a few hours later because I felt something wasn't right. I opened my eyes and rolled over to find the other side of my bed empty. Nala was gone.