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Only At Night
Chapter 32 The Wedding Dress
JPOV
We found nothing the first night on the reservation, but we did manage to cover a lot of ground without being spotted. We would have one more shot tonight before the farce of a wedding that we had no way of knowing would actually take place. If we didn't find them tonight, I would be at that church all day just in case.
There were so many pieces that just didn't make sense, so many loose ends, unknowns, which demanded resolution. If we didn't start getting some answers, it was going to be too late. Failure was not an option, I would not fail her, she was counting on me and I, by God, would come to her rescue.
The ride back to the hotel was more than uncomfortable. I knew the guys felt horrible that we hadn't found her. Their guilt and frustration was almost palatable. They could barely look at me. Fear weighed heavily on my shoulders and my eyes bore the empty, hollow sentiment that mirrored my soul. Looking at me had to be painful for each of them, just as seeing the guilt and concern in their eyes was hard for me to witness.
It was near dawn as we closed in on the hotel. The sun, just beginning to rise, cast a golden hue through the cloudless sky. It was strange enough to see the sky, it seemed to be perpetually overcast and precipitation a near constant presence. It was oddly encouraging, like maybe a fog was lifting, as though just maybe, we would shed some light on this entire mess.
"Okay, it's a new day, let's focus on plugging the holes in the information we have. I know the answer to this whole thing is buried in the past somehow. The more we can fill in the better our chances of figuring it out and finding her. First, everyone get some shut eye." I had to hope my renewed optimism would catch and motivate everyone to keep moving forward.
"Let's hope Tyler caught something in the files to give us a lead," Peter said.
The only ones awake when we walked into the suite were Dimitri and Tyler. I doubted either of them slept at all. Tyler was buried in paper and frantically flipping through a pile and typing something in his browser's search engine at the same time. Preston, Wade and James immediately went to crash for a few hours. Peter went to check on Char.
"Coffee?" Dimitri offered as he got up to pour another cup for himself and one for me.
"Thanks." I took the cup from him and sat at the table across from where he had been seated.
"I got in touch with Jacob's sisters, Mary is picking them up and bringing them here, they should be here about ten o'clock."
"Okay, good, do they seem like they are willing to talk?"
"Yeah, I think so. Jasper, Mary found something at Bella's house."
"What, what did she find?" I was nervous to hear what kind of sick shit this jack ass had done.
"She found a couple bugs, listening devices; one in the bedroom, one in the dining room, and one in the kitchen." Dimitri was clearly beating himself up over having missed that.
"Any visual or just audio?" Oh hell, no, if he was watching her, watching us, watching Emmett and Rose, I'd kill him twice.
"No, just audio, but Jasper, he had to have been in the house to plant them. There is no way to tell when they were planted or how many times he may have been in the house."
"Well, that explains how he knew some of the things he knew. It also means he knows all about me, he knows I wasn't just some random hook up. I'm sure he knows about Texas and California. Damn it, he listened in on all the calls with Sam too. He has been one step ahead of us all this time." The thought of him in her house made my stomach lurch, had he been in the house when she was there alone, did he watch her from inside as well as from her window?
Dimitri nodded and I could tell he was beating himself up.
"Did Mary leave them in place?"
"Yes, what are you thinking?" He raised his eyebrows in question.
"Well, if he is still listening, maybe we could let him overhear a conversation to throw him off track. Turn it to our advantage for once."
"What are you thinking?"
"Let's wait for the others to get up."
"HOLY CRAP!" Tyler interrupted the conversation and captured my attention.
"What is it, what did you find?" I urged him for a response, rising from my seat as he pushed back from the table, his hand running through his disheveled hair.
"Jacob is not the Chief's son. I think he is Carlisle Cullen's." Tyler pulled papers from the stack, comparing them.
"What? Edward's brother?" Bella was going to freak out.
"Yes, the blood type, it doesn't match Jacob's mother or Billy's. Billy can't be the father. I'm trying to find Carlisle's blood type, I have Edward's, it is the same as Jacob's. Shit, so is Jane's but not Alec's. OK, I have Esme's, hers doesn't match any of her kids and Alec's doesn't match Edward's or Jane's. I can't find Carlisle's. Jesus Christ what the hell was going on in this town? So Carlisle is Jacob's father, but who the hell is Alec's father?" Tyler continued frantically searching for something.
"OK, so maybe Carlisle had an affair with Jacob's mother, is it possible Billy is Alec's father? Were they getting back at Carlisle and Jacob's mother?" I asked.
"I don't know, maybe the sisters can shed some light on this." Tyler looked to Dimitri who just shrugged.
"Even if Carlisle is Jacob's father do we have any reason to think Jacob or Billy, for that matter, knew that? I mean Jacob is next in line as Chief, wouldn't Billy say something if he knew Jacob was not the rightful successor?" Tyler and Dimitri both just shook their heads at me.
"Alright, what about any leads finding any of the Cullens?" Pieces were falling into place but there was still too much missing to make any sense of it.
"There are only two properties listed under Carlisle's name, the one in Forks and one in Manhattan. It appears that Carlisle sold several properties just before the family left town. The one here is closed up and looks like no one has been there in years. Someone is living in the NY apartment; I was just waiting for records for the identity of the occupant. There are no records of Carlisle at any hospital or registered to practice in any state. I can't find any school record for Edward, Jane or Alec Cullen. Esme's name is not affiliated with any charitable organization anywhere. They simply disappeared or changed their identities. That could not have had anything to do with Edward breaking up with Bella. Something bigger was going on Jasper. An entire family doesn't disappear like that because their teenager breaks up with a girl."
"Damn it, we are not getting any closer to an answer, just more loose ends," I complained, kicking at the pile of paper on the floor.
"Whoa, settle down cowboy." Peter walked through the door.
"Don't fucking call me that." Jesus I was losing it and he had to remind me of what was at stake with her damn nickname for me.
"Fine, settle down little fuck." Peter raised one brow and challenged me.
Shit.
"Sorry."
"Don't be, just chill, it isn't going to help anything if you lose it. Get some sleep. Char said there is a wedding scheduled for 1:00 at the chapel tomorrow. We may catch a break after all." Peter put his hand on my shoulder and I did calm a bit.
"Good, Dimitri can you call Mary at Bella's house make sure she puts you on speaker and tell her that we are calling it quits here, can't find anything and heading back to Bella's house? Have her turn on some music or television before she leaves." I turned to head to a bed.
"Wake me if anything comes up." I walked into one of the three bedrooms and fell down in the nearest empty bed completely exhausted. The stress, the long night, the lack of sleep was all starting to catch up with me again. I knew Mike, Emmett and Felix would be heading out soon to try to chase down leads, talk to anyone that may have any information. I hoped Peter would get some sleep; I needed him with me when we found that fucker.
JBPOV
She was so beautiful as she slept in my bed. Her hair splayed out around the pillow like silk on a cloud. Her pink cheeks were such a sharp contrast to her dark hair and red lips. Those full pouty lips that parted so slightly as she softly pulled the air in between them and then, just as softly, blew it back out again. I watched the rhythm for ages as she laid there. I quietly removed my hand from the cuff and reached down between my legs. The pole there, aching and twitching just from watching her sleep. She really was beautiful, I now knew what Edward saw in her all those years ago. Of course, she was harder now, more jaded, less trusting, than she was when he loved her. I suppose that was my doing, I had made her the callous hardened whore that she was now. Jasper may have brought back some of those softer qualities, restored her faith in humanity some, but without him she would cower back into that familiar place of hate and desperation and solitude. I realized she would never willingly love me, hell, I didn't really lover her either, not really. It was more like an obsession I had with her. She could have been anyone; all that mattered was that she had been so close to being made a part of that family, my family, which would never accept me.
As I thought about it I realized that it was just a bonus that she was in fact so damn beautiful, so fucking sexy. I pulled the sheet down so that I could admire her tight little body while she slept. It was the most angelic little pose, like a painting, flat on her back, her arms raised above her head, one knee bent, foot on the inside of her other knee. Each breath accentuated the rise of her perfect, firm tits. Now with the sheet off and the cooler air breezing over her chest covered only in the sheer lingerie, her nipples hardened before my gaze. The groan rose from my throat and I choked it back to keep from waking her. My eyes travelled down from those perfect hard peaks to the rounded shape of her flat belly and further down to the sweet little mound and branched off down her long lean legs, curved with the perfect muscle tone leading to her tiny little ankles and small feet, with what were once perfectly painted nails, now chipped and fading. She was a vision to behold all right and it sent an aching to my dick that begged for some friction, anything to ease the pressure. Palming it wasn't helping, every glance at her made it worse, made me harder.
I thought about that damn whipped cream again and the places I would love to squirt it and twirl my tongue through, lapping it up slowly, pass by pass with my tongue doing wicked things to that perfect body next to me. My hand ventured under the waist band of my drawstring flannel sleep pants and rubbed at the throbbing erection straining against the soft material. That friction was so much better than the palming through the pants. As my fingers circled it and ran its length I watched the beauty still sleeping soundly next to me and imagined it were her hand, her fingers teasing my rock hard dick. The next thing I knew my fist was squeezing tightly as it moved from base to tip quickly, spreading the first drops of pre cum that leaked from the slit. The hand picked up speed as I imagined it was her hot pussy, not my palm, milking me and my hips began bucking wildly into it, pretending to rock into her hips rather than the air. The stream shot across my chest and abs as I pictured it filling her, her body writhing under mine, bucking against me, rocking her hips up to meet every thrust of mine. I imagined her calling out to me, breathless, near screaming, I heard her voice calling my name with lust and passion and above all satisfaction.
Shit.
I pulled my hand out of my pants and peeled the tee shirt over my head, cleaning up the mess I had made. I got up and threw the shirt in the hamper and pulled out a clean one and replaced the cuff that had been around my wrist to the headboard. I headed off to the bathroom and turned to take one more look at the beauty now fully restrained to my bed, looking sexy as hell and I was pissed that I had not yet been able to get her to accept me. I wanted that to be her hand, her walls clamping down on me, throwing me over the edge. Damn, it I was never going to make it through another day before the wedding. Did it really matter so much? Did I really need to go through with the farce of a wedding, I knew the only reason she'd say "I do" would be the gun at her side. Oh well, no matter, once that was done, it would be legal and I would bring her back here and consummate it whether she was willing or not. Then I would have what Edward never would, I would have her as my wife for all eternity. Sooner or later she would decide it was better to play along and then I would bring her so much pleasure she would beg for it and she would accept the way things were. I knew exactly what she liked, every way she liked it, what would push her to the limits and how to drive her wild. Was the wedding worth the risk right now though? Maybe I should wait a few more weeks.
Leaning in to adjust the shower I remembered watching her shower the day before, damn it if something wasn't stirring again already. I leaned back out and went to check and she was still in the same position sleeping soundly, so I shut the bathroom door and stripped out of my pants. I climbed back into the shower and poured some of the shower gel into my hand and lathered up. I made quick work of my upper body and slid the soapy lather over my dick, surprised just a little that it was again fully at attention and hard just thinking about her. I had to take care of this before she woke up or I'd never hold off until after the wedding, and Spirits of my ancestors help me if I had to delay the ceremony past tomorrow. What the hell, I had just got myself off hard and the effect she had when she wasn't even awake, had me needing release again. If I didn't get this out of my system I'd be walking around in pain for the next day and half.
Using the soapy lather as lube I pumped slowly at first into my hand and let my mind wander, envisioning her in this very shower last night, naked and dripping wet. The pace quickened as my hand glided over the hard pole and my hips began to keep time with my hand and rocked into it. Each time my fist hit the base of my dick my hips hit their forward stride and I tried to pretend that it was Bella's core I was hitting with each thrust. The power behind each started to increase with the thought of hitting her core, and the fist tightened. I imagined that I had her against the shower wall and was pounding into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her heels into my ass. I pumped wildly saying her name over and over as the tightening in my balls began. The clenching in my lower abs and the throbbing of the dick in my hand encouraged me on and I bucked my hips frantically until I felt the start of the release as it pulsed out of me in thick streams, coating the wall. I thought of making her lick it off and felt myself coming undone again.
Fuck.
I managed to clean up without spanking it again and got out of the shower, dried off, shaved and dressed. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair. I came out to find Bella awake, still lying in what looked like a most uncomfortable position. I felt bad that I had left her like that and then wondered whether she had heard me in the bathroom. She just looked furious, but not disgusted so I assumed that she didn't know what I had been doing all morning. I walked over and released her from the bindings and rubbed her arms and shoulders. They had to be aching. I asked her if she wanted to shower and she said yes so I helped her up and walked her to the bathroom, handed her a fresh towel and asked if she needed anything else. She shook her head and I closed the door behind me as I stepped out.
While Bella showered I snuck out into the outer room. There was a full kitchen and a living room; there was also a second bedroom that stored all the electronics equipment. I started a pot of coffee and went to review the tapes from Bella's house to see if there was any news. I listened to Mary, the body double, drone on about another case she was working, talk to Steve about the status of the investigation, naturally the Seattle police had nothing. I learned that the "girlfriend" had still not said a word and insisted that I had just gone out of town and would be back soon. While I sat listening to the last few days of very little content a live call came into Bella's house, I heard Mary hit the speaker button and say hello. It was Dimitri, the one that had been following me. I listened intently, this could be good.
"Mary, there is no sign of him here, no one on the reservation is talking, no one else has seen him, we have searched everywhere, I think this was a dead end. He has to have her somewhere in Seattle; there are more places to hide. There is just no place for him to hide here, it is too small. We are going to pack it up this morning and head back. We should be back some time this afternoon."
"How's Jasper?" she asked.
"I think he is giving up, he has to get back to work, with the new job he can't be gone that long. Peter might stay a couple days with us at Bella's but everyone else is heading home. Mary, between us, I don't think she is still alive, but I can't tell Jasper that."
"I agree, why would he keep her alive, by know he has probably gotten what he wanted and killed her. It would be too hard for him to stay in hiding with her. Well, if it is OK with you I am going to go check us all into a hotel, we can't stay here, there is no furniture and I want to start getting to work on this new case."
"Damn, I forgot about that, OK, go ahead, check and see if Jasper's place is available. Go ahead and start interviews on the new case. We'll see you later today."
Finally. I would be able to marry her tomorrow without any interruptions and then we could come back here and they would never find us. Suddenly my spirits were lifted and I was hungry. I went and made eggs and toast and frozen hash brown potatoes for myself and Bella and brought it all back into our room before she came out of the bathroom. Today was going to be a good day; I'd take care of her, treat her right and break her down a little more.
"Bella," I said, knocking on the door, "come on breakfast is ready love."
I waited for the door to open and scooped her into my arms and kissed her forehead. I led her to the table and pulled her chair out for her and pushed her in. I draped her napkin over her lap and pulled her robe tighter to her before taking my seat across from her. I poured her a cup of coffee from the pot and refilled mine.
"Feel better after your shower beautiful?" I asked.
"Yes, thank you Jacob."
She was still reserved, a little standoffish. That would change in time.
"After breakfast I thought I'd show you where your clothes are so you can pick something yourself. Would you like that Bella?"
"Yes, that would be great, thanks Jacob."
I watched the fork full of scrambled eggs slide into her mouth, the pouty lips close over the fork as it pulled back from her mouth, empty. Her jaw moved just barely as she chewed and her neck was graceful as she swallowed. Watching her eat was so erotic. The way her tongue flicked out and settled right in the corner of her mouth before gliding half way across her bottom lip and then hastily retreated into her mouth once again, it was so sexy. Every once in a while she would purse her lips together and smack them like she was adjusting lipstick and then she would moisten them just right in the middle with a quick dart of that sharp tongue. Each sip of coffee was torture to my soul. Her mouth would open and her lower lip would come to rest on the edge of the cup and she would lift the cup to pour the hot elixir, her eyes would close as soon as it hit her throat and I could almost make out the tiny moan that came from her mouth as she sipped. When she finished each sip her tongue again reappeared to fully lick her lips. Hell, she had no idea how much a little thing like watching her eat breakfast did to me. I had to look away and concentrate on my own food now or the twitching that had started under the table would be a full on throb soon. I can't even imagine if I hadn't taken care of that several times already this morning.
Bella was just too hot for her own good and that was all there was to it.
We finished eating and I showed her where her clothes were and then set about to clean the dishes and table. I didn't want her to know anything about the rest of this place so I contained my actions to this room while she was awake. I used the smaller sink and cabinets. I peaked every so often to see what she was putting on. It didn't really matter to me and I was expecting it to be something that she thought I would not find attractive on her. She had been trying hard not to encourage any advances from me. I was honestly hoping she'd find something hideous too; I wouldn't be able to contain myself if she put on anything even remotely revealing.
Imagine my shock when she turned to fully face me in a tiny little white lace bra and matching thong and called to me.
"Jacob?"
I turned and saw her standing there looking like sex on legs and nearly lost it. What the hell was she doing?
"Yes Bella?" My voice was gravelly and flowing with lust, as I am sure the eyes bugging out of my head were.
"You said you would show me my wedding dress today, can I try it on?"
Oh Mother Fuck.
"Hmmm, I kind of like that outfit myself." Whatever she was playing at was not going to work the way she wanted it to.
I dried my hands of the towel and dropped it on the table as I walked to her slowly, purposefully as I watched her. She stood completely still and smiled at me.
"I'm glad you like it, I'll wear it under the dress for our wedding."
I stood before her and allowed my eyes to linger over her body, taking in every inch of her exposed flesh, admiring every curve.
"Hmm, the things I am going to do to make that body sing, just you wait my little princess, it won't be long now."
She gasped and rubbed her legs together and I as much as I wanted to put an end to her little game, I also wanted to watch her play it out. I didn't for one minute believe that she was sincere.
"Take your shirt off Jacob. I want to see you, what you are going to use to taunt me."
Lust filled my brain and my other head began to ache and as much as I wanted to battle the little vixen before me, it certainly couldn't hurt to play along, she couldn't get out of here, of that I was confident.
"OK Bella, why don't you come over here and take it off for me."
Bella raised her eyebrows at me and smirked one sexy as hell smile and sauntered over to me. Her hands reached out to lie flat against my chest as she moved them up and she moaned in delight.
"Oh Jacob, so hard." Her hands swept over my shoulders and down around my back at my sides. I felt her reach the waist band of my jeans and linger, playing with the hem of the tee shirt. Both of her hands moved down and cupped my ass as she looked me in the eye and smiled as she squeezed cupping me.
"Very nice ass Jacob."
Her hands returned to the hem of my shirt and began tracing the hem around to the front of the shirt and slid underneath. Both hands worked in unison sliding up my torso raising the shirt with it. The touch of her cool hands to my hot skin made me crazy. I wanted to grab her and throw her down on that bed and take her. When her hands reached the space just under my nipples she stopped and looked at me and licked those fuck hot lips again as she moved, grazing each nipple as she pushed the shirt over my shoulders and head and held onto it. With her other hand she pushed me back square in my chest with the palm of her hand and, "My turn to admire."
Holy hell, she was really too hot for her own good.
I stood perfectly still and let her eyes run over my body, I knew she would like what she saw, I was built and solid muscle, my skin deep russet brown and by abs were ripped from all the years of working out. She purred a little and then walked back to me and ran her fingers over my biceps and wrapped them around my right arm just below the tat.
"What does this mean?" she asked tracing the circle on my upper arm.
"It is tribal, a symbol that I bear the lineage of our tribe. It means I will one day be chief. Ha, if they only knew the truth."
"Well, I think it is hot." She draped her finger over it and turned her back to me and said, "So are you going to show me my dress?"
Little tease.
"Close your eyes and don't peek." I pulled the bag from the closet and removed the dress. I unfastened the back and bunched it up to pull over her head.
"Arms up princess and don't peek yet, I want it to be a surprise."
I lowered the dress over her head her arms through the straps and pulled it down over her hips. I zipped up the back and adjusted it so that it fell just right on her. My God, she was stunning.
"Hold on let me bring you to the mirror, don't peek yet, you look ravishing my love."
I guided her by her waist to the full length mirror in the bathroom and adjusted the skirt and kissed her neck before telling her to look in the mirror.
"OH, oh my God, Jacob it is gorgeous."
"Only the best for my princess." I smiled, proud that I had actually found something that she seemed to like. I watched as she turned this way and that in the mirror looking at every angle. She almost looked happy for a few minutes before the tears began to well up in her eyes. Damn it, we had been making such progress.
"Bella, love what is wrong?"
"Nothing, it is just perfect." She smiled and wiped away the tears and turned to me and kissed my cheek. "It is just too bad that no one will see me in it except for you and the priest."
Oh no, no details, I figured out her game, she was fishing for details. Before I could say anything she shocked me again.
"No matter, you are the only one that matters and you will get to see me in it and take it off of me." With that she turned and walked back out to the bed and twirled in the dress a couple times giggling at the way the skirt flared out around her.
"Can you unzip me; I don't want to get it dirty."
I walked to her and admired her in it one more time and pulled her to me by her waist. She didn't tense or pull away and she smiled up at me and said softly, "thank you," before rising on her toes and kissing my cheek once again. I reached behind her and unzipped the gown and pulled it over her head. As I hung it up and replaced it in the bag and tucked it into the closet she changed out of the lingerie and put on a simpler set and pulled on a pair of tight fitting stretchy pants and a tank top. She was just full of surprises today.
"I want to work out, do you want to join me?" she asked.
"Sure." I changed into shorts and left my chest bare.
Watching her work out was even worse than watching her sleep or eat. The way her toned limbs stretched and bent was driving me nuts. Her muscles flexed and caused her body to curve in the dirtiest ways. She was stretching out, touching her fingers to her toes and then rising up her fingers reaching for the sky and the tight little tank rose up her firm little tummy and her gorgeous breasts squeezed together and nearly made me gasp. As she bent at the waist again to reach her toes her ass up in the air all I could think about was bending her over something and pounding her from behind. I thought about kicking those legs apart and holding her down as I pumped furiously into her. When she started the lunges and the flexion in her ass caused it to tighten and harden into a perfect little softball I was weeping internally dreaming of biting it, sinking my teeth into it. By the time she sat down on the floor and spread her legs nearly all the way open I was so fuckin' hard I couldn't do anything but sit and watch her as her whole upper body leaned over and made contact with the floor as her arms stretched out in front of her. Oh fuck, another position to fantasize about trying with her.
This had to stop, she was making me insane.
"Bella, do you have any idea what you are doing to me right now?"
"Hmm, just giving you an idea of how limber I am and the things to come after you make me your wife."
"If you don't stop that shit, I won't be able to wait until after the wedding Bella." I still didn't know what she was playing at but I knew better than to think she had had such a vast change of heart. I needed her to cool her shit down, threatening to take her now, did exactly that.
"OK fine, I know you want to wait until after the wedding."
She walked to the little fridge and opened it, pulling out a bottle of water. "Want one?" she eyed me nodding to the bottle.
"Sure."
Bella pulled out another bottle and walked over to me and handed me one and ran her hand down the bottle collecting the droplets of condensation. Even when she wasn't trying to be, she was fuck hot.
I handed her the open bottle and took the other and watched her repeat the process and shuddered.
We spent the rest of the day watching movies and eating and Bella kept a comfortable distance, not taunting me, but not avoiding me either. I felt bad that I was going to have to drug her before bed tonight, but I had shit to do to get ready for the wedding and I needed her out.
I offered her a beer which she accepted and I slipped the powder into it before bringing it to her while I drank from mine. She clinked her bottle neck against mine and said cheers and guzzled it down. I told her to change for bed before it started to take effect, I just couldn't trust myself any longer if I had to change her. The minute she was changed I pushed her back on the bed and straddled her.
"I can't wait until tomorrow when you become my wife. Oh and don't worry we won't have any interruptions, Jasper went back to California and the others went back to Seattle this morning. It will just be us my love." I leaned down and kissed her forehead and watched the tears well up in her eyes, yeah two can play her game. I fastened the cuffs on her and sat down and waited for her to pass out. The minute she was out I was out into the other area, the door locked firmly behind me. There had been nothing else at her house all day and night. I called the Seattle hotel Whitlock preferred and asked to be connected to his room, it rang through and I hung up as a male answered it. Good they were back in Seattle.
I checked the security cameras and saw nothing out of place. I prepared my clothing for the morning and made sure that I had everything she would need to get ready in the bathroom for her. I wanted to make a quick run up to the house to make sure there were not any problems or anyone lurking around. I opened the hatch and rolled the motor bike out locking the hideout behind me and replacing the cover. I walked the bike about a mile before I started it and left the headlamp off. I whizzed past the old burial grounds and stayed as close to the tree line as I could. I cut the engine again before reaching the house and left the bike parked there and ran to the garage. I snuck in through the back and waited and listened for anything out of the ordinary coming from the house. There was nothing.
I quickly made my way from the garage to the back door of the house. It led straight into the kitchen which was in darkness now. Closing the door silently behind me I tip toed through the small room.
"Jacob, is that you? It's safe, there is no one here, you can come out," Billy called out.
"Hi Billy," I said handing him a beer from his refrigerator and opening one for myself.
"Everything alright out there?"
"Yeah, it's almost over, tomorrow I claim her as my wife and everything that fuck did to us is over. Tomorrow we get our final revenge; we take the last thing the Cullen's cared about."
"Good. You know you can't keep her locked up down there forever boy, have your fun and then you have to get rid of her."
"I know, but, damn she is one fine piece of ass Billy. I am going to take my time and enjoy playing with her for awhile first."
"That dick of yours if going to get us caught if you aren't careful."
"Shush old man, you got to fuck Carlisle's old lady, let me have the golden boy's woman just for awhile."
"Yeah, that biker routine really had her panties dropping, by the way have you called Alec, he is a worried mess."
"I'll call him now, sorry you have to miss the wedding."
"Shut the hell up and get me another beer."
"No problems, nobody lurking around?" I asked as I retrieved two more beers from the kitchen.
"Not a one all day. It was really quiet, Jared heard talk at the diner that they were packing up and going back to Seattle this morning."
"Yeah, that's what I heard too. Good, all set for tomorrow then."
"Call your brother."
"Billy, you know I am not actually related to either of you."
"Nonsense, you're still my oldest son."
"Yeah, sure Billy, and if Alec were dark enough to pass for Quileute, you wouldn't even need me to fulfill your sick little fantasy. He could become chief."
"You know the deal, Jacob."
"Yeah. Goodnight old man."
"Good luck tomorrow."
I snuck back out and lingered again in the garage until I was sure there was nothing out there and then headed for the bike and back to Bella. Billy would just have to live with me keeping Bella around awhile, once I had that, there was no way I was getting cut off.
BPOV
The sick fuck couldn't control himself for five damn minutes. I pretended to still be asleep while he got himself off in the bed next to me, watching me, fantasizing. It was disgusting. I hadn't been able to figure out where the key was without him figuring out I was awake. It had to be close for him to reach it. I was convinced it was on a chain around his neck or in his pants pocket. He got up went to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on but the door was still open, a moment later I heard the door close. I paid attention to the exact position I was in and then stretched to see if I could reach anything, but with both hands restrained there was very little range of motion. I wouldn't be able to reach anywhere a key might be hidden.
I had to narrow down the possibilities, but how? Maybe I could get him to take his shirt off for some reason. Maybe spill something on him, no that would make him angry, when he was angry he got mean, no that would have me locked back up in that hole.
He didn't seem to be able to control himself when he was looking at my body, I would have to use that to get to him. I returned to the position I had been in before and pretended that I had just woken up. When he came out from showering he released me and rubbed my arms and shoulders and I let him massage the ache out. I would take every advantage I could get.
Jacob allowed me to take a shower and actually gave me complete privacy. When he closed the door I listened at it for a moment and heard him go through the outer door. Quickly I searched under the cabinet and in the medicine cabinet, taking an inventory of what was available to me. I didn't expect a key, but there might be something I could use to attempt to pick the lock if given the chance. There was a small nail clipper and the razors in the cheap disposable shavers. There were no spare blades. My makeup was there, boxes of hygiene items, a first aid kit, with only the basics. I was concerned I was taking too much time so I jumped in the shower and washed my hair faster than I ever had before and ran the shower gel over my body in a quick swipe before getting out and toweling off. Putting my robe on, I listened at the door again and heard nothing. I took a tampon out from under the sink and kept looking prepared to claim that I was just getting the tampon if he came in.
Suddenly he knocked and I jumped, breakfast apparently was served. The minute I walked out the door he was right there, hugging and kissing me and treating me like a queen again. I took full advantage and flirted subtly over breakfast.
When he let me pick my own clothes I got an idea. I would use my body against him; get his shirt off maybe get lucky enough to check his pockets. He knew I was up to something, but he played along. I figured out why later, the key wasn't on him. Damn.
Then I got him to show me the dress, I would start acting like I was accepting his plans. When he put the dress on me and I saw it, I almost cried, the fucking dress was perfect and I loved it and I seriously worried whether Jasper and I would ever get to have our wedding. Then I was pissed because this dress would have been perfect, but now, the sight of it made me want to puke.
Then I had to explain my upset and I tried to get him to tell me something about the wedding, but I realized immediately that I had messed up so I recovered just as quickly and fed him a line of bullshit that got him hot and bothered and kept his mind from going into overdrive.
I teased him a little more trying to keep his mind on sex rather than on planning for the next day. Finally when I thought I was pushing too much to be believable I let up and just hung out with him, trying to keep the atmosphere neutral.
When it was time for bed I realized he was going to drug me again and I pretended not to realize. There wasn't any way I could get around it, no pill I could cheek and spit out later. I just had to go with it. At least I would get a good night sleep. I would need all my strength the next day.
AN: Thank you for all the prayers, hugs, and support this last week for my family and a family I had not yet gotten to know. I have to say that I learned a lot about courage, strength, forgiveness and spirituality the past week. I have never been more impressed than I was by this young man's family and I have never seen such measure of love, support and friendship in all my life. There were literally hundreds coming through to share the ways their lives had been impacted by this young man. I must say, watching a bunch of badass marines breaking down in tears as they delivered eulogies of sorts was absolutely heart wrenching. I knew that my cousin was marrying a great guy, but I really had no idea just how special he really was and now know it started with his parents. I will pass along a request they made, which really shows what wonderful people they are. "Our son doesn't need our prayers, he is with God, of that we have no doubt, please pray for his best friend, the driver, he is the one who needs our prayers now.
If that wasn't inspiring to me to be a better person, I don't know what is.
OKAY, here we go folks; I hear church bells, last chance to voice your theories….