Edward's POV

I'm not sure if this is dream or reality.

Yes, I can't sleep thus I can't dream, but it feels surreal to have Jacob in my arms like this. He's tucked into my side, sleeping deeply after we shared the strongest connection known to mankind. I could feel through his every touch and kiss how much he loves me, how much I mean to him.

Smiling, I close my eyes, reliving our recent activities.

When the family left us alone, I didn't expect anything from Jake. To be honest, I was scared of what this would mean. Sure, I'd masturbated, but this...making love...was something new on every level.

He seemed to know what he was doing, which still floors me. I feel really stupid for not even once browsing one of these websites my brothers frequent. If I'd let my curiosity rule me, I'd know what to do with Jacob. But he guided me through it, not once thinking lowly of me and my inexperienced self. On the contrary, my innocence seems to be a turn on for him. He feels more secure knowing he holds more information on a subject than me. Even though I've seen my family more times than I care to admit, and others too, experiencing this first hand was one of the best times of my existence.

He loosened my nerves with care. That look of pure, unadulterated pleasure he had when he slipped inside me for the first time. The way he gasped when I locked my ankles around his waist. The look of pure ecstasy on his face when I dragged my nails over his back as pleasure more intense than anything I felt before took over my body. How he went rigid before groaning my name and spilling deep inside me. Lastly, the way he fell next to me, burrowing into my arms, sighing softly before falling asleep. In that moment, I truly fell in love with this marvelous boy.

He rolls in his sleep, and one of his legs moves between mine, while his face presses against my neck. A shiver runs through my body as his warm breath washes over my collar bone.

I try not to think of the bittersweet memories of holding Bella in her sleep; how she always ended up on top of me, hugging me tightly as if afraid I'd disappear.

My fingers draw small circles on Jake's back as I berate myself for thinking of my beautiful angel, but I know she'd be happy to know I am happy. That's all she ever wanted—me happy. And I am, like never before.

I truly understand what love actually means; the reason Esme is always so cheery and perpetually glowing whenever Carlisle is around. Love does that to one.

Sighing happily, I press a kiss on Jake's forehead and decide to simply relax and stop thinking for a few hours. With my eyes closed and his molten dreams running through my head, it's like I am asleep myself. I have never been so at peace.

Edward?

A smile spreads on my face.

"What are you doing?" Jacob sounds confused.

I open my eyes, touching his cheek with the back of my hand. "Resting," I answer truthfully.

One of his eyebrows rises. "You don't need to sleep. Do you?" He frowns.

"No." I bring his head close and press my lips to his. "But I have never been so calm, so relaxed. You give calm vibes in your sleep."

Snorting, Jacob burrows his face in my neck, shaking in laughter. I give clam vibes! Are you insane? Did I fuck you stupid?

"No," I repeat. "But I have to admit Emmett was right—and I'd be grateful if you didn't say that to his face. I needed this kind of connection to wind down all the teenage hormones which have been running wild for decades."

"If this connection keeps you calm, we can pick up where we left off last night." He gives me a huge smile, but the effect is almost ruined by the loud growl coming from his stomach. Kill me. He lets his head fall on my shoulder again.

"Let's feed you first, darling." I sit up, taking him with me. Slinging my legs off the edge of the bed, I look around for my underwear.

For how long are we alone?

I turn to stare at him, already knowing what he wants. "I will know for a mile or so before they arrive."

He smirks. "You know what I want to see this fine morning?" His long, toned arms rise above his head as he stretches. "You, naked, cooking breakfast for moi." His index finger points to his chest.

I feel the corner of my mouth quirking up in amusement. "What do you know? He can speak in different languages."

"I'm fluent in French." Jake winks, jumping out of the bed. He walks to the doorway, then looks over his shoulder slyly at me. "Coming, angel?" Mark the pun, okay?

I roll my eyes and get up, feeling extremely exposed. I've never done anything so stupid and reckless as walk around the house naked, but once I'm by his side it feels natural. Taking his hand, I lead the way downstairs.

He installs himself at the island, linking his hands in front of him on the table top as I set to work. I decide to make him an omelet since he seemed to like it the last time.

"Tell me. How is it possible you can cook?"

I shrug. "Watching cooking shows has stuck to me. I guess knowing the right ingredients and amount of them, anyone can cook."

"Possible. But why would you watch cooking shows?"

"Out of boredom," I admit, pouring oil in the pan before cracking three eggs. "Besides, I've seen Bella cooking this. It looked easy."

"Yeah, well, I'd probably burn the eggs. I'm garbage at this."

I turn and smile. "Then I'll indulge you for the rest of eternity."

Jake licks his lips. "If you cook for me naked for the rest of eternity, too, I might take you up on that."

"Some family members might object."

"Fuck them. We can go off and live on our own as you keep hinting, or are you afraid to move out of mommy and daddy's house?" He teases me, sliding out of the chair and coming to me. "Imagine what it would be like to live alone." The next second, I'm assaulted by raunchy thoughts. We're naked in his every thought, taking advantage of that all over the house.

"Jake!" I protest, feeling the now familiar first sparks of arousal shooting through my body.

"Don't tell me the idea of living alone with me isn't tempting!"

"It is far too tempting—that's the problem!"

"I think the problem is here." He presses his finger to my temple. "Don't fight this. You heard your family. All of them lived alone when they first got together."

"Jake…" I have no idea why I'm fighting it.

He sighs heavily. "It's okay if you don't want to. I just thought that alone… never mind." Defeated, he turns on his heel to go back to the table. I grab his shoulder and tug him crashing into my chest.

"I want to live alone with you. Just us," I murmur in his ear. I can feel his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage. "I don't know why I keep denying us this. Once everyone is back, we'll have a meeting."

But we just got here. The room is…

"Are you having second thoughts? That is our room, yes, but I want a house with you."

He sags into my arms, tilting his head. I love you. He closes his eyes and kisses me upside down.

"I love you, too," I say against his lips, then turn him around and lift him onto the counter.

You should turn off the stove. You ruined my breakfast, he reminds me silently, never stopping his assault on my mouth.

I stretch my right arm and twist the knob, before returning my hand to his beautiful, hard chest. His warm skin makes me feel alive. I hug him and stepping between his legs, loving being engulfed in his heat.

Jake shifts closer to the edge of the counter, the movement bringing our erections in contact. I whimper when he grabs my ass, pulling me flush against his gorgeous body. He devours my mouth, his tongue battling with mine for dominance. My fingers tangle in his hair as I bring him closer, though we're as close as humanly possible.

I want you in me.

My eyes fly open as I stare at him in shock. His black eyes are dilated.

Please. Need you, angel.

I bite my lip, but nod. "You have to guide me."

Right. We need lube first.

"Don't move!" I dash up the stairs to grab the discarded bottle from last night.

When I return, Jacob is still where I left him on the counter, feet dangling over the edge. He's fisting his dick and licking his lower lip. He gasps, jumping a little when I stop in front of him.

That was quick, he says startled, looking at me shyly.

I pull him until his ass is off the counter and his back is pressed against the probably cold top. "Don't stop on my account." I gesture to where his hand is still gripping his dick, but no longer moving. "As long as you guide me, you can stroke yourself."

Yes, talk dirty to me!

"We're alone. Please, talk aloud. I love hearing your voice," I beg him, running my hands over his calves.

He shivers and nods. "P-pour s-so-me on my…ass."

"Some what?" I grin teasingly.

"L-lube."

"Ah, where has this shyness come from? You were confident a moment ago."

"That was all in my head. It's awkward to say it out loud."

A boisterous laugh explodes from me. "Do you realize that's how it works for others? See, you're taking advantage of my mind-reading skills."

Jake purses his lips and clears his throat. "Lube your fingers and tease my hole, then slowly enter me. One finger at first."

I beam at him, leaning over his body to kiss him. "That's more like it."

Pouring liberal amounts of lube on my hand, unsure how much I will need, I press my slick palm to his pucker hole. Jake bucks his hips, which must mean this is okay. I crouch to be level with his ass, to see what I'm doing, then my thumb circles his hole. It flutters, earning a loud groan from my lover.

"Fuck, like that. Yes, Edward."

Encouraged, I press my thumb, and it gets sucked in to the first knuckle. It's impossibly tight and scorching hot. I decide to try this using my index finger, so after switching from thumb to index, I have better access. The deeper I go, the more vocal Jacob gets. His hands grip the edge of the counter, his knuckles turning white.

"Another one. Add another finger."

I glance at his face, but I can see only pleasure, so I do as I'm told.

"FUCK!" His back arches off the counter. "More, more, more. Pump them." I do just that. "Deeper. Find my spot," he begs in a whiny voice. "You'll know it when you find it."

Unsure, I plunge deeper and twist my hand. The tip of my middle finger brushes something smooth and hard.

"HOLY FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER JESUS!"

"I take I found it." I chuckle, rubbing the spot slowly.

Jake appears to be sobbing, but it's all in pleasure.

Stop! His lifeless plea makes me pull my hand out, and I stand and hover over him.

"Did I hurt you?" God, please say I didn't.

"I need you in. I'm so close I think I'm going to lose my mind."

"Oh. You scared me, you idiot!" I slap his hip playfully.

"There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, angel. You were about to cross it."

"Was it good pain?" I cringe. "I mean, I wasn't exactly hurting you, right?"

"No, you weren't." He grins. "But you will hurt me if you don't put your dick in me. Soon."

"How can I deny you?"

"You can't. Don't forget to lube it up."

After coating my shaft in lube, I situate myself between his legs. The head of my dick bumps into his hole. We both shiver as I inch inside his tight tunnel.

I'm afraid I'll melt at the unbelievable heat surrounding me. The deeper I go, the hotter and tighter it gets.

"Fuck me good!" he shouts, his hands clamping on my biceps.

Gripping his hips, I give an experimental push into him. It drags a moan from him. Encouraged, I pull back a little, then push again. I never knew there existed such a deep sensation of accomplishment—our exchange is full of love and lust. I don't want this to ever end. If we could drag this forever I'd live a happy life.

I focus on giving him all the pleasure I can. What we did the previous night, that was lovemaking. This is raw, primal fucking.

Jacob throws his head back, and his fingers dig into my skin. His legs wrap around my body as I dive into him at a speed that would tear a human apart, but my man is tough.

For hours, that in reality can be glorious minutes, we become a mass of grunting and growling as we give into the pure ecstasy of the connection we're sharing.

Until…

"Nothing can wipe off the image of your milky white butt from my brain!"

Emmett.

I freeze. Jake clings to me, looking startled over my shoulder at my brother.

You said you would hear! Jake yells at me in his head, turning to glare at me.

"I was...otherwise distracted." I peek over my shoulder to see Emmett with his hands over his eyes. "Are you alone?"

"Yes. But not for long. I ran ahead because...never mind." I was hoping to find you in a compromising position and make fun of you without worrying about Esme or Rosie scolding me.

"I guess you found what you wanted," I bite back. "Keep your eyes closed. We're going to my room."

"Our room!" Jake snaps, gasping when I lift him up. Holding him tightly, I run up the stairs and slam the door of our room, pressing his back against it.

We're going to finish? He seems unsure of what he wants.

"Yes." I snap my hips into him. Thankfully, he has held on tightly and I haven't slipped out.

Jake clings to me, pressing his lips to my neck as I start moving, picking up from where we were interrupted by Emmett. Getting caught has added something which seems to turn me on further. I wish I could drag this out, but only a few thrusts later, I spill into him. His warm sperm lands on my stomach, and I look between us to see him fisting his dick, whimpering when I claim his mouth in a deep kiss.

Did I mention it that this is my first Edward/Jacob story? I hope everyone is enjoying it, especially Cloe Marrie!