Jacob's POV
At the speed Edward has driven, I'm surprised we're not the first at our destination.
It's nearly one in the morning when he pulls in the spacious driveway, behind a yolk yellow Porsche. That's Alice's car. Edward has explained that he bought it to her recently, as a gift for bringing Bella to him (that didn't turn out right, but yeah) and stopping him from committing suicide.
"Ah, the happy couple!" She chirps, skipping out of the house and wrapping her arms around Edward's neck.
He shakes her off, muttering under his breath about annoying pixies. She gasps and slaps him upside the back of his head.
It's so funny to watch them interacting.
He shoots me a nasty look. "Wait and see how wonderful it is to live with this crazy banshee." He points to Alice, and pops open the trunk of his car.
Jasper bursts in laughter, but when his wife glares at him, he raises his arms and takes off toward the mountains. The house is at the bottom of the mountain—the area is breathtakingly beautiful.
"We can walk the Appalachian Trail if you want," Edward tells me excitedly. "Would you like that?"
"Uh, what?" What the hell is he talking about?
"We're at the base of Catoctin Mountain, which is part of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The Appalachian Trail passes through them. Don't tell me you didn't study about this in school!"
Uh… "Even if I did…I didn't pay attention."
Edward juts his chin out. "I need to teach you. It's a crime to live here and have no idea of your surroundings. Tsk, where is the education system going?"
"Spoken like a true old man!" I laugh, clapping his back.
He narrows his eyes—all in fun, because I can see amusement swirling in his pools of amber. "An old man wouldn't have been able to maintain an erection for a whole twenty four hours time or come over fifty times in the same amount of time."
My mouth goes slack. "Wait! You beat off while I was asleep? The whole time?"
He looks away, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Holy shit!" I shout in awe.
With one hand holding his bag and the other over my shoulders, Edward leads me toward the house. "Welcome to Lynchburg, darling." He kisses my temple, and opens the door.
Before I can step inside, he whisks me up, carrying me inside bridal style.
"We're the first to step inside. We get to choose our room!" he says excited. "I call top floor."
"That works." I nod, still shocked he carried me over the threshold.
So, what's with you and the top floor? You had that to yourself in Forks, too.
"As you can see, this house has only one floor above the ground, which means we'll have to share with someone. But we get to have the bigger room," he tells me, opening a door to the right of the stairs. "Here it is!"
I look inside to see why he's so happy.
It's a room. An empty room with fading green walls. The paint is even peeling off.
"Don't pout," he whispers, walking to my side. His thumb pulls at my bottom lip which is jutting out. "It will be fun! You'll see, Jake."
Edward places our bags in the corner of the room before opening the window.
"So we repaint and buy furniture and stuff?" I ask.
"Yes. Every person moving into a new house does that. Of course, this is not new, but we haven't lived here since the seventies, like Esme said. It needs a lot of restoration."
"It looks fine to me."
He shakes his head, chuckling. "Come here." His arms open and I rush into them as if pulled by a magnetic force. Edward strokes my hair out of my eyes, kissing my eyelids. I simply melt into his arms, sighing like a freaking teenage girl in love. He continues stroking my face, staring into my eyes with a burning fire.
"I want you to close your eyes," he murmurs into my ear. I immediately do so. "Now, I want you to imagine your dream room. What does the perfect room look like in your mind?"
That's easy. I think of a single bed, maybe a carpet, a TV, a computer, games and movies on shelves attached to the wall. The colors are slightly dark and dusty rose.
"Tsk, tsk. Try better. We will share that room."
The second he speaks, a whole new image replaces the old one. This new room is bright and it feels like home. A large bed is by the window, two soft looking white carpets on each side, and at the end of the bed is a chaise lounge like in old movies. I can picture us there, lazing and kissing and so much more. On a wall is a huge bookcase made of white wood to hold all his books, movies, and music. Also, there is a space in the middle of it for a TV set. On the opposite wall is a light brown sofa. Between the sofa and the bookcase is another carpet, this one a rich brown color, like a deer's fur.
What else? I wonder thoughtfully. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel Edward's hands on me—one is on my cheek, the other rubbing circles on my lower back.
"Maybe a wardrobe?" He suggests softly.
I nod. That will be next to the sofa. Or maybe…the room across ours?—I saw it was smallish.
"Good thinking." His reponse makes me grin and slowly open my eyes, blinking to focus on his face. "We will furnish the room the way you see it. Actually, we should start searching right away." He gestures to the floor. "Take a seat."
"Uh, it's pretty late, and even though I slept most of the day, I'm beat," I explain, feeling a flush covering my neck. Stupid sleep.
Edward frowns, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're going to sleep on the floor again. I don't like it."
"It's okay, I don't mind." I wave him off, staring at the unwelcoming hard ground. Maybe I should phase? I bet I won't feel the cold and hardness so much.
"If you feel more comfortable like that, you can shift into your wolf form." Edward takes a laptop out of his bag and settles near the window.
After phasing, I lounge near the wall where I pictured the sofa, but I can't sleep. My imprint is all the way across the room. Edward's chuckle makes me turn my hea. He has a smile on his face. When he sees me looking, he jerks his head for me to join him.
No need to tell me twice, I joke, and in two long strides I'm by his side.
He places the laptop on the floor in front of him and I rest my head on his lap.
"Now, sleep." He strokes behind my ears. It's relaxing, and before I know it, I'm fast asleep.
I dream of him, of course. A part of me is aware he's next to me, but I can't stop my dreams-not even when my body is rested enough, ready to wake. I'm not. I need to finish my dream. Edward is under the blankets doing delicious things to me.
"Wake up, Jake." I hear his soft voice. "Come on." He strokes my head.
Huh.
What the hell? Why did I shift back in my sleep?
"It's curious how you are not aware of phasing back during sleep. It happens when you have vivid dreams," he explains quietly, leaning over me to kiss me.
I press my hand to the back of his head, keeping him close, and shove my tongue in his mouth. We both groan at the contact. Fire and ice meet without destroying each other.
Edward chuckles against my lips. "Are you trying to be poetic?"
"If you do this again, I swear I will think only dirty things and you will be forbidden to comment or act on any of them!"
His eyes widen. "I will try to be good," he says solemnly. "Let's feed you."
Taking my hand, he leads me downstairs.
Over night, the whole family has arrived. They've even started working on repainting so they can bring their belongings from the truck inside.
From the kitchen aisle where Edward has seated me before working on my breakfast—he insists on making me an omelet—I see Emmett taking the old paint off the railing on the porch. Esme and Rosalie are washing the walls in the living room.
"Where are the others?" I wonder as a plate of omelet with everything in it appears in front of me. Yum! I can smell cheese and ham and sausages. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome," Edward whispers, kissing my forehead. "The others are out buying paint. We are going to need a lot."
Yeah, I bet. I snicker, digging into my food. I can't wait to do this! Are you going to wear overalls and a tool belt?
"If you want me to…" He teases, taking my free hand.
I do. I nod eagerly.
When I finish eating, Carlisle, Jasper, and Alice return from paint shopping. Thank God for Alice and knowing what we like.
We take our painting supplies, a few brushes, a bucket, and a palette knife for taking the old paint off the door and window frames, and head to our room.
Absolutely nothing could have prepared me for this casual looking Edward. He's wearing only his jeans, with his shirt tucked in his back pocket as he works on painting the ceiling. We've been working for hours on removing the old paint, and now I'm on a snack break. I stare at him, amazed. His back muscles move sinuously under his white skin, which sparkles when a few rays of the sun catch it. I can't take my eyes off him.
I wish we had a bed so I could just throw him down and ravage him. He looks so fucking sexy!
His back stiffens and I'm thinking, "Busted!" But then his head turns to the door and with a heavy sigh, he drops the rolling brush.
"I'll be right back," Edward tells me over his shoulder. He storms out of the room. "Emmett, I'm going to end you if you scratched it!"
"I swear I didn't mean it!" Emmett shouts, sounding slightly scared.
Curious of what has Edward angry, I shove the last of my sandwich in my mouth, wipe my hands on my jeans, and head out.
I can hear them arguing, while Carlisle is trying to make peace.
Whoa! The ground floor looks like new. The walls are freshly painted in light colors, the window frames are a deep red, and the windows are squeaky clean, just like the tile on the floor. The hardwood of the living room looks polished.
There is a carpet in front of the fireplace, and three large couches spread around the room. In the corner is the huge table we had the sit-downs at.
I'm impressed. They work fast, even for vampires.
But the object of Edward's annoyance is his baby grand piano, now sitting in the entry hallway. I can clearly see a small scratch on a leg.
"So I'm not seeing things?" Edward asks, turning to me.
My eyes widen. Don't drag me into this, I beg him saliently when I see Emmett glaring at me.
"You worked fast! This looks nice, but I'll go back to painting our window frame," I blurt, then turn on my heel and dash up the stairs.
"Thank you, honey!" Esme answers softly from a room on the ground floor.
Sheesh.
I can't believe I'm living with them. Not a week ago, I hated their guts. Now I love one and tolerate the others. Ungh.
But the more time I spend around them, the more I understand why Bella loved them so much. They're so normal.
And Edward? Ah, he's just… I know you're listening in so I'll stop there.
His loud laughter echoes around the house. Though, when asked what's so funny, he doesn't give Emmett the satisfaction of an answer.
By the time he joins me, the frames are a dark brown, and I have moved on to painting the door of our room.
"Hey." Edward wraps his arms around my waist, kissing the spot between my shoulder blades. "Care to finish that thought from earlier?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"But you do," he murmurs, moving his hands over my ribs, down, down until he reaches my ass and grabs it. His hands move to my hips, keeping me still while he pushes into me, moaning softly.
You're trying to distract me.
"Is it working?"
Kinda.
"Good." He kisses a spot behind my ear. "Tell me. I want to know what you think of me. I'll tell you what I think of you, too."
You first. I sway on my legs when he bucks into my ass.
"Your russet skin reminds me of milk chocolate, and you're so warm, like my personal sun. You are strong, and I often imagine you hugging me tightly or lifting me up like in your fantasies. I want to see your tight butt and touch it. I wonder if your skin is this soft all over." He nuzzles behind my ear. "I want to explore every crevice of your body with my tongue."
"DUDE!" Jasper yells from down the hall. "Alice, why did you want this room?"
I chuckle, turning around and pushing Edward into our room, and close the door. Painting can wait.
I unbutton my jeans and push them down my ass. He gasps when he sees me going commando.
Explore away.
He simply attacks me, throwing me to the floor. His body pins me down, his tongue and lips kissing and licking at my throat.
I wrap my fingers into his hair, earning a growl from him.
My turn, I say cunningly. I want you to mark me! To bite me, to leave your fingerprints on my skin from gripping me too tightly.
His wild eyes find me and I can see hunger reflected in them.
Also, I want to touch every inch of your perfect, smooth body. It's mesmerizing how you're practically made of stone, but so soft to the touch, so strong yet so gentle.
He grounds his hard dick into my hip, groaning. My hands go inside his jeans to cup his ass.
I want to pound into you until you can't walk straight. I want to do so many things to you, angel.
"Jake!" he gasps, peppering kisses all over my chest. "More," he urges me.
You like when I talk dirty to you?
"YES!"
Whoa. Definitely didn't expect that. Okay, here goes…
I direct his head to my stomach. Go lower. Lick my abs. Yes, nice and slow. I shiver at the contrast of his ice cold tongue and my heated skin. Now, go even lower. Yes, there. Meet my best friend.
He's lounging between my legs, staring in awe at my dick. It's at full mast and twitching under his scrutinizing gaze.
Touch it. It doesn't bite, I joke.
"FUCK!" I shout when Edward ducks his head and gives me a long lick from my balls to the mushroom head. Then again, and again.
Take me in your mouth! I beg, keeping my hands balled at my sides.
On the next lick, he wraps his tongue around my head, making my eyes roll back. Feels so good, Edward. Keep doing that, I encourage.
Grinning mischievously, he starts sucking on my balls, one finger pressing behind them. I can't! Too much.
His lips wrap around the head of my dick and he sucks with vigor, his finger never stopping circling that spot.
And you said you've never done this before? You're a natural!
My head jerks back, making contact with the floor. Hard. But I don't care. Edward is caressing my rosebud with a shaky finger. As he slowly inches inside me, just a little, he takes my whole length in his mouth.
Fuck, his teeth.
Fuck, it's cold.
Fuck, I'm coming harder than ever before!
"Edward! Edward! Edward!" I chant loudly, my hips bucking into his mouth.
He sits up on his haunches, wiping his mouth. "So that was good?" he asks insecurely.
Gimme a sec. I can't breathe.
It's true. The more air I take in, the more I'm panting. My heart is slamming against my ribcage.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," I gasp out. "You're amazing!" I sit up and wrap my arms around him. Your turn.
"It's embarrassing, but…"
You already came? Giving me head turned you on so much?
"Yes."
"I love you," I blurt out.
Our eyes meet, and I realize that maybe I should have used that brain-mouth filter. Edward seems to retreat into his shell like a scared turtle.
Edward's a fast learner, huh? :)