"bonfire?" I asked as Jacob slid off his shorts and put on a pair of new boxers; I guess I've gotten used to seeing his manhood. It's only been about a week and Jacob is already trying to get me to meet all his friends and family. Don't get me wrong, I'm more than willing to but I'm just a little nervous. I've met part of the pack before; I just haven't met everyone all at once or under any good circumstances.
"Yeah, they're fun, and it's the guys turn to cook, so you don't have to." He smiled deliciously and plopped down on his bed beside me. "It's a camp out/ cook out/ bonfire, so we'll be sleeping in tents." He turned to me and probably noticed the worried expression on my face. "Don't worry about it," He told me "they'll love your cocky attitude, and outgoingness and everything else about you," He kissed me quickly and continued. "Just like I do." He assured me.
"Well, when is it?"
"Tomorrow,"
"Well, thanks for the long notice." I laughed as Jacob pulled me closer snuggling his head into my neck. I giggled. "Aren't you going to put pants on?" usually he wears sweats or something considering his dad is right next door.
"Why? My dad isn't going to come in." He assured me.
"How do you know?" I challenged scooting closer to him.
"He's scared he'll walk in on something." Jacob confirmed. I smiled and scooted closer fitting my butt perfectly in his crotch and wiggled to make it look like I was trying to get comfortable. He exhaled sharply and a small moan slipped from his lips. I laughed silently to myself and closed my eyes.
"You might want to stop doing that unless you want Billy to have a reason to be scared." Jacob whispered into my neck.
I giggled again. "Go to sleep Jacob." He kissed my head before turning off the lamp so I couldn't see anything. I paused for a second and spoke one last time. "Get your hand off my butt."
"Sorry," He quickly pulled his hand away and cuddled closer to me as I laughed.
Before I knew it morning was just peaking into Washington and I was rolling out of Jacob's bed. The sun had finally made its way through, which was certainly rare for Washington altogether.
I searched through the top drawer of Jacob's dresser to look for a shirt, but all of my shirts were missing.
"Hmm," I looked though every other drawer and nothing seemed to be there. I rummaged through his closet. Nothing. I stood up and put my hands on my hips. Well, I guess I could eat breakfast in my PJ's and ask Jacob where he put my stuff when he got up.
I trotted to the door and just before I was about to open the door Jacob's voice took over the room.
"Where are you going?" He sounded curious and happy at the same time.
"To get something to eat." A wide smile found its way across my face. "By the way, have you seen my clothes?" I questioned looking over toward the dresser.
Jacob snorted a laugh. "Yeah, I moved them into Rachel's room last night." I cocked an eyebrow. "I love you, but I really didn't feel like having the guys find your clothes in my dresser and closet."
I nodded my head. "Yeah, I can see how that might be a little embarrassing." I laughed as I shook my head walking out of his room and in front of Rachel's door. I knocked on the door lightly thinking she might still be asleep.
"Come in." She sang. I opened the door to see her sitting in front of her mirror touching up her face with makeup. I couldn't understand why she needed it, she was beautiful without makeup, and she had loads of it in front of her.
"Hey," I called in a happy tone. "Uh, Jacob said he put my clothes in here." I pointed to her dresser and she nodded.
"Yeah, go at it." She turned back to look at herself in the mirror. I sighed and made my way over to her dresser. I opened the top drawer and saw some of the clothes Rachel cleaned off the shelves a few days ago. I settled for black jean shorts that came just above mid thigh and a light pink tank top that showed the bottom of my stomach.
The bruises on my legs and stomach were turning a yellowish brown color, but still had a purple tint to some of them. I can't feel them really unless, of course, I touch them or lean in the wrong place. And when I wear things like this, it kind of bugs Jacob to have to see them, but they're almost blending in with my light copper skin and it was, most likely, deathly hot outside, which it was for the last two days, which was also rare for Washington weather.
I sat next to Rachel on the long ataman she sat on and watched her put on foundation with a crooked smile and a cocked head.
She giggled. "What?"
I shrugged before answering. "Nothing,"
Her eyebrow perked and she finally smiled. "You have really pretty lips, you know that?"
"Huh?"
She dug through a small box that sat next to the loads of makeup on in front of her mirror, on top of a smaller dresser. Out, she pulled a small tube and swiftly pulled off the cap.
"I used this on my first date with Paul," She laughed and looked at it in a weird way. "I don't know what it means so much to me." She sighed and leaned over and gave me a look which asked for my permission to put it on. I smiled and pulled my lips apart for her. She moved the tube across my lips and smiled. I rubbed my lips together and looked in the mirror.
"It looks perfect on you." She smiled at how good she'd done and I looked at her again as she put on even more makeup. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Her voice was soft and curious.
"I just don't see why you put on makeup, you look beautiful without it."
"Isn't that the truth?" A deep voice came from the doorway. I jumped and snapped my head toward a smiling Paul that stood in the doorway. Rachel smiled and stood up to hug him and do whatever else she does to him. "Hey Mitchy," Paul greeted once Rachel let go and came to sit back over by me.
"Hi, Paul." I waved and stood up to walk passed him.
"You look better without dirt." He laughed and I pushed his shoulder playfully walking passed him with my clothes in hand. I entered into Jacob's room and saw him just starting to get dressed, pulling a shirt over his head.
"Good morning," I greeted sitting on his bed.
"Just got better." He plopped down next to me and eyed the clothes in my hand. "Are you going to sit there or get dressed?" He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and threw my shirt from over my head. Immediately I felt a warm hand grab a hold of my waist and a very happy Jacob rest his head into the curves of my neck. I giggled at his breath tickling my neck and his lips caressing it. He kissed up my jaw line and silenced my laughing by moving to my lips. He pulled me into his lap and I could feel him grow threw his sweats. A knock erupted at the door and I jumped off of Jacob and pulled on my tank top.
"Yeah," Jacob's voice was flustered and nervous at the same time.
"Jake, Sam wants us for a meeting with the bloodsuckers." Paul sounded grossed out and serious at the same time. Jacob sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, I'll be out in a minute." I could hear Paul's footsteps until he was out of the house. I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by Jacob tackling me onto his bed and bit, kissed, and sucked on my neck. I laughed in failing attempts of pushing him off. Finally after only two minutes I could feel a hickey forming on my neck and Jacob still kept going.
"Jacob," I laughed. "You have to go." Finally I was able to push him off still laughing. Jacob smiled, but it soon faded and his eyes widened.
"Oops."
I could feel the confusion in my face. "Oops, what?" He didn't answer. "Jacob, what did you –" I was cut off when I stood up and looked in the mirror and saw the purple bruise on my neck, it was almost a blackish color. My face went from confused to furious in record time. "Jacob!" I snapped my head toward him as he stood up and stalked toward the door.
"Well, I think I should be going, so love you bye!" He took off out the door and down the hall shaking the whole house with me running after him. Of course I wasn't going to be able to catch him, but made an effort, but by the time I made it to the front door he was already in the woods and phased. I rolled my eyes and let my hair fall over my neck.
"What did he do this time?" Billy asked from the kitchen.
I laughed, and answered. "Nothing, he's just being himself." I walked into the kitchen and saw Billy sitting at the table looking at papers.
"I can see how that would get annoying." Billy smiled up at me and back down at the papers.
"Don't know how you do it Billy." I laughed opening the fridge. Billy's known my full story; start to finish and he felt the same as Jacob and Rachel, sorry. To tell you the truth I didn't feel to okay with living here because people felt sorry for me and I would have been just fine with buying my own stuff. But, I'm definitely working on getting a job and doing just that.
"I learned to ignore him over the years." He replied as another voice entered the kitchen.
"It's easy to tune him out after a while." Rachel's angelic voice giggled and she leaned into the fridge beside me. "Are you going to the bonfire tonight?"
I nodded. "Yeah, Jacob wants me to go and meet everyone else." I unconsciously flipped my hair back and Rachel laughed and looked away from me. "What?" She pointed at my neck and I remembered the fresh hickey on my neck and quickly stood up and brushed my hair over it before Billy took the time to see what Rachel was laughing at. Her lips were still curved up in a mocking smile, ready to burst into laughter again at anytime. I playfully pushed her shoulder and leaned back down to finally grab a Gatorade bottle out of the fridge I'd been staring into aimlessly for a minute.
"Jake?" She questioned moving my hair a little to see it.
"No, the gardener," I said sarcastically which made her laugh even more.
"I don't even want to know." Billy didn't take his eyes off the paper he was glued to when he said that, which caused me to join Rachel in her laughter.
"What about this?" Rachel held up denim cut shorts to her hips, but for some reason it didn't go with the word 'bonfire'. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. I sat in front of her mirror brushing my hair out while Rachel struggled with something to where for the bonfire, or should I say Paul? Yeah I should say Paul.
Rachel sighed loudly in frustration and began digging through her drawers again. I laughed and finally stood up and walked toward where she rummaged with no aim. I gripped onto a yellow tank top and black Capri's.
"Try that," I said. A smile grew across her innocent face and she soon began to get dressed as I walked back over to the mirror. I let my black wavy hair fall over my shoulders and neck to hide the hickey that still looked fresh. "I'm going to kick Jacob's butt when he gets back." I whined to myself. Rachel laughed, and once done getting dressed, came to sit beside me.
"Could I help?" Her voice sounded funny and horse.
"Are you okay?" I asked narrowing my eyes. "You sound sick."
She chuckled. "Years of yelling at Jake, little brothers like to get into your stuff no matter how old they are." All I did was smile and turn back to the mirror.
Paul entered the door rolling his eyes and looked at me and Rachel on the couch. We had a plan that I would hide in Jacob's room, knowing he'd be scared to face me after knowing I was as mad as I was this morning and that Paul figured it out once they phased. Paul laughed and motioned for me to go hide in Jacob's room, but do it quietly since Jacob's ears could pick up on my footsteps.
I nodded and began to tip toe fast down the short hallway and quietly closed Jacob's door. I listened to the whole conversation in the living room.
"Dude, she's not even here." Paul complained.
"Yeah, Jake she went out for a few things and she'll be back later." Rachel lied.
"Really?" Jacob sounded more amused and confused. I heard footsteps coming down the hall and I ruffled the sheets and blankets on his bed to make it look like I wasn't underneath them.
He sat down on his bed, just missing me, which thank God he did or I would be crushed. Fast and swiftly I was able to get him in a head lock and bring him onto the bed fully. He was taken by surprise and then smiled at me.
"I knew you were here," He laughed. I cocked and eyebrow at him. "Your sent is still fresh, silly."
Why didn't I think of that? "Well, I want to kick your butt, but I have a feeling I'm just going to hurt myself." I sighed and plopped down next to him.
He laughed a little harder. "Yeah, probably," He admitted. His eyes trailed down me as I lay next to him, my head supported by my hand and elbow. His eyes stopped at my lower stomach, which reveled my yellowish brown bruises. The bed started rattling a little and I knew it was because of him shaking, when I saw his hands ball into fists.
"Jacob, stop." I ran my hand through his hair and lifted his head up to look into my eyes. Immediately he stopped and smiled at me.
"The bonfire is at eight, and it's only six," Jacob started. "What do you want to do?"
I shrugged and leaned in to kiss him. He gladly accepted and grabbed my waist and hovered over top of me as I felt his warm lips against mine and his warm breathe in my mouth.
Not to long after he trailed his kisses to my jaw line and I pulled his face back up.
"You keep your face up here Mr." I laughed pointing to my lips. All he did was chuckle and lean back down to kiss me.
Rachel and Paul walked next to Jacob and I, hand in hand while I stood on Jacob's feet and let him walk; I guess that's something else that became a regular thing. A fire blared, flames licking the night sky and ashes floating over head a disappearing under the stars. People sat around the fire talking, joking, and laughing deep into their conversations, which calmed me a little knowing no one, would probably pay any attention to me. But my calmness suddenly vanished when everyone's attention turned to Jacob and I. But, their attention turned elsewhere when small girl in booty shorts that stood next to the guys who grilled hollered the food was ready. I looked up at Jacob who liked his lips and I laughed.
"Go eat something, I'll be alright." Without a second thought he sat me on a log next to the fire, kissed me and took off at full speed toward the food.
"They just can't stop eating for once." A soft voice laughed from behind me. I quickly wailed my head around to see a beautiful woman, not much older than me, smiling at me. Almost every feature on her face was perfect, except the three long scares that covered the right side of her face and went passed her shirt line. Before staring to long I quickly moved my eyes to the fire.
"Yeah, Jacob eats like it's his duty." I chuckled as she huffed a laugh.
"Try taking care of twelve of them; it's like feeding an army." She held out her hand. "I'm Emily Young, by the way."
I took it. "Mitchy, how are you involved into the whole, werewolf, shape shifter thing?" I joked pulling my hand away.
"I'm an imprint, just like you, I see." She motioned over to Jacob who looked as happy as can be with food in his mouth.
"Yeah, who's imprinted on you?"
"Sam, I think you already met him, the guys talk a lot, and I recall Paul talking about some girl that thought the fashion was dirt these days. Sam hit him and told me about..." She trailed off.
I blushed and it was probably very noticeable with the fire complimenting everything about Emily's and my pale copper and honey color skin.
"So, I guess, everyone knows now?"
She shrugged. "I'd think so, but it's not so bad, no one judges here, we've all got things on our past we'd rather not talk about." She admitted. I couldn't help, but glance at the scares on her face when she said that. She smiled and glanced toward the talking people by the grill. "That girl that announced the food was done, that's Kim, Jared's imprint, and I think you already know Rachel." She chuckled. I nodded.
"Yeah, ever since we met, we've taken a real liking to each other; she's probably the best friend I have here so far, besides Jacob." I felt two warm arms grab me from behind and lift me onto their lap, and then warm lips caress the back of my neck. I sighed loudly. "Fine, what do you want now?" I turned to see Jacob's smiling face.
Before I could say anything else he stopped me with a kiss. "That's all I wanted."
After everyone ate and talked until midnight, we took the conversations to the huge tent that sat in the middle of four others. Surprisingly we were able to fit, twelve werewolves, and four imprints into the tent, and from what I heard usually the elders are at bonfires, so I expected everyone to act completely different since it was just us.
Once everyone got comfortable, they snapped their gaze toward me. I quickly stiffened and felt uncomfortable. I relaxed, knowing – from what they told me – I was officially considered family.
"I'm not going to do what ever is making you look at me like that." I kept my straight face wanting to laugh along with everyone else.
"No, just pick a game, or something to talk about?" Kim egged on.
I sighed. "Seth, you pick."
Colin laughed. "What kind of game is that?" He was dumbfounded when everyone shook their heads knowing that was a serious question, and Paul hit the back of his head. "What?"
Seth laughed. "Truth or dare: the dirty version."
Kim snorted. "Total guy game." Rachel, Emily and I nodded in agreement.
"Mitchy you go first since you didn't pick the game." Brady pointed to me sitting on Jacob's lap.
I shrugged and my eyes scanned the crowed, but stopped on Paul. "Paul, truth or dare?"
A smile spread across his face, but I could tell he didn't want to risk anything with Rachel sitting next to him. "Dare,"
"I dare you to take off Rachel's bra under her shirt." Everyone laughed and turned their attention to Paul putting his hand up Rachel's shirt and managing to get it half way off before I said. "Okay, that's enough," and laughed. Rachel hooked it back together herself and we moved along the line, to Sam.
His gazed stopped on Kim and Jared gave him a warning glare. "Kim, truth or dare?"
She thought about it for a few seconds and finally said, "Truth."
Sam thought about the question for a few seconds. "Have you ever sucked Jared dry?" Well, I don't think I just speak for myself when I say that was unexpected from Sam.
Kim smiled and blushed. "Yeah," this caused laughing from everyone that people outside of La Push, could hear.
Next was Paul and his eyes stopped on Jared. "Jared, truth or dare?"
"Truth,"
"Would you suck Emily's pussy for a million dollars?" I cocked an eyebrow at him and spoke up.
"Okay, I would suck Emily's pussy for a million dollars!" Everyone laughed at my out burst including Emily. I mean, that's a lot of money!
Jared shrugged. "If Kim was okay with it,"
Kim nodded still laughing. "As long as I get half the money,"
The rest of the night was sort of the same, not much changed and people got dared to stick their hands down their imprint, or imprinter's pants, and asked questions about their sex life. And we all ended up having to share a tent with at least two other people or a couple.