Author's Note: I am happy to have a wonderful beta on board - Thank you to Olivia! She will be going through the story from the first chapter and fixing things. There may be some tiny plot changes as well. I'll alert you all when she's finished. And now, because I don't want you to keep on waiting while she's busy... here are some lemons. =)

Bella took a deep breath before opening the bathroom door. Jake stood on the wall opposite, his legs and arms crossed, looking as calm and at ease as she'd ever seen him. This – when only minutes ago the Quileute people had declared war.

"Did Leah hurt your hand any?" Jake asked, coming forward and inspecting the dusty cast.

"No, I think she avoided it even though we were fighting. Nice of her," I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Did I do the right thing by letting you handle it?" Jake asked a bit nervously.

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm glad. I can fight for myself. I'm kind of a badass if you hadn't noticed. You said it yourself – I still have it on my phone."

He grinned. "Yeah you're tough. I remember when you fell off the motorcycle and your head was bleeding; you wanted to jump up and try again."

I looked down and chuckled, remembering. "Yeah – probably wasn't thinking too clearly."

"Well you know I wouldn't have let you."

I looked up into his face, searching his eyes. "Why not?"

"You know damn well why," he growled. "I'd never let something happen to you if I could stop it."

I didn't know what to say. The dim light of the hallway and the dust motes enveloped us. It was warm, and dark, and Jake smelled so amazing for some reason…

"Bella?" he whispered, his voice almost a plea.

"Yes?"

"Do you feel any different? Like right now?"

I did feel differently – about everything. But I didn't know what to say or do. It was like I was seeing things clearly for once. Instead of answering I let my fingertips brush against his.

He sucked in a deep breath of air at the contact. I jumped a little. It was like an electric current ran through our bodies, sparking where our fingertips touched.

He spoke, though his voice was strained. "Tell me you feel that too."

"Yes," I whispered. "I feel it."

"Do you know what that is?" he asked.

"No."

"I think you will – after this."

Before I could formulate a response he bent down and his lips touched mine.

I gasped. The same sparks that I'd felt on the tips of my fingers was intensified. He kissed me and electricity seemed to travel from his body into mine, and my body into his. I moaned in the back of my throat and he deepened the kiss. My body was on fire. His tongue was in my mouth, probing, tasting, seeking something and somehow I knew what it was.

This wolf was mine.

With desperation I grabbed hold of Jake wherever I could, and kissed him back with all the passion and emotion that I'd been holding back. I showed him how much I had wanted him – how I had denied myself this pleasure because I thought I was meant for another. We both moaned out loud shamelessly and I ended up with my legs wrapped around his hips, my upper body supported by the wall as our bodies created friction. I could taste him, smell him, feel him and yet I wanted so much more. I wanted him inside of me – now.

I rubbed my core shamelessly against his raging erection. He groaned and carried me down the hall and into his bedroom. I wasn't thinking, and I wasn't scared. I was deliriously happy. He settled me onto the bed, knocking tons of things onto the floor. I wasn't much paying attention. He continued kissing me passionately, his hands roaming my body with needful mindlessness. His hands cupped my breasts and I let out a shrill high pitched sound as I bucked my hips up against him.

He broke the kiss and looked at me with glittering black eyes. Sweat rolled off of his face and he searched my expression. "If we need to stop you need to say it – right now. I can't hold back. I want you so much…"

Don't do it Bella. You were meant for me.

NO! Not now! I wanted to force Edward's voice out of my head. He was not welcome here any longer. But I didn't want to say yes out of rebelliousness either. Jacob deserved better than that.

"Jake, we need to stop, just for a minute."

He looked confused and a bit let down but he stopped immediately. He settled next to me and held my hand. I could feel his heart beat through it.

"Jacob – I want you," I said breathily, "so fucking much. I've wanted to feel you like that for so long. I just couldn't."

"Because of him," he said matter of factly.

"Yes."

"And now?" he asked.

"Now I don't want him anymore. I don't want to think about him."

"But you are?" Jacob asked.

"Not in a good way!" I whined.

"That fucking leech. Well – I appreciate you being honest, honey. I don't want out first time tainted with him."

I suddenly got an image in my head, of something I'd seen but never done – and I wanted badly to do it to Jacob. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him – that this wasn't his fault. I wanted to give him pleasure where I'd always given him pain.

"Jake?"

"Yeah Bells?"

"I want to do something."

"What?" he asked after a beat.

"I want to suck your cock," I whispered in his ear. "Will you let me?"

"Are you serious?" he squeaked after a few seconds had passed.

I liked how breathy he sounded, how shocked and excited. I liked that I could do that to him.

"I'm serious," I promised him as I kissed right below his ear.

"If… if you really… um… want to…" he stammered.

I let my hand slide across his flat abdomen and suppressed a little shiver I felt low in my belly. I found the button on his shorts and I fumbled to undo it – trying to be sexy but failing miserably. I blushed. Jake took pity on me and unbuttoned his shorts, and I took the zipper, and slid it down until it was open. I saw a thick patch of wiry black hair. Everything else was hidden.

He wasn't wearing boxers.

"Can you.. um.." I asked.

He slipped his shorts down, freeing his erection.

It was amazing. I'd never seen a cock up close like this, never in person, and I was very aware that this was Jacob's. I reached out with my good hand and supported my weight on my elbow. With a final look at Jacob who seemed completely absorbed on where my hand was and what it was doing, I grasped him, near the base of his cock.

He sucked in a huge lungful of air. "Fuck," he said.

It sent a little shiver down my spine. I liked making him say dirty words. I let my hand slide up and down his length slightly squeezing and he looked as though he was in agony. I immediately let go.

"Are you okay?"

He closed his eyes. "You're killing me – not literally. Just, oh my God, Bells."

"So I'm not hurting you?" I asked for clarification.

"No baby, just right."

I smiled and immediately took over where I'd left off, stroking up and down his shaft gently. I let my fingers slide up to the tip and he groaned when I brushed them across the top. I could tell he really liked that so I began tracing the top of his cock with my fingertip and I was surprised and happy when I saw pre-cum collect and then dribble down the shaft.

Feeling incredibly sexy and daring I moved closer. I could smell him, and it was unlike anything I'd ever smelled before. It made me want to taste him. To mark him. To make him all mine. I opened my mouth, and waited for Jake to look away from his cock and to me. Our eyes met and I moved forward, letting his cock impale my mouth. He jerked up involuntarily and watched me with wide eyes.

I had no clue what to do really but I kept my mouth relaxed and began to bob up and down as I'd seen other girls doing. There were perks to having my own computer in my room.

I never broke eye contact and he just stared at me, his mouth hanging open as his cock, now slick with saliva, and something salty that was just him slid into the cavern of my mouth and out again. Doing this felt incredibly dirty and hot. I couldn't believe his cock was in my mouth.

He began hissing the lower I went as I sucked him deeper. I finally broke eye contact and went as far as I could, experimentally. He groaned loudly and his hips jerked.

"Bells, I can't hold back much longer…"

I tightened my lips with determination and he began humping in earnest. I tried desperately to keep my teeth off of his skin but he was too far gone. At the last second I felt his hand resting lightly on the back of my head, and I felt him grip my hair as he suddenly came. It spurted out and overfilled my mouth. I tried swallowing as much as I could but some leaked out through my lips.

Jake pulled out and dragged me towards him and kissed me hard on the mouth.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said as he cradled my face. "That was the most amazing experience of my life."

I couldn't help but smile. I was so happy that I'd made him feel good.

"I'd love to return the favor," he said huskily.

I looked at him, embarrassed. "Really? You'd want to…"

"I'd give my right arm to taste you," he said promptly, a grin on his face.

"I'm okay with that if you are," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

He slipped off of the small bed and pulled his shorts back on. I arranged myself so that I was laying down, my knees bent. I shimmied out of my jeans and Jake slid my now soaked panties off of my legs. He knelt between my knees and began kissing the insides of my thighs.

His mouth was so hot on my skin and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him, and his dark hair. He kissed the insides of both thighs and only let his fingers graze my slit lightly. By the time he'd reached my core I was panting, bucking my hips urgently.

"What do you want me to do, Bells?" he asked sexily, grazing the outer lips of my pussy with his fingers.

"Please Jake, please," I begged.

"Say it," he whispered.

"Lick my pussy please!"

He divided my lips with his hand and knelt down, taking one long lick from the bottom to my clit.

"OH JESUS!" I cried out.

He began licking me in earnest, tonguing me where I needed it the most. My clit was sucked into his mouth again and again while his fingers darted inside of me, touching and then ghosting away.

He was moaning as he was licking me, saying things I couldn't quite hear – the only thing I could make out was my name. His lips locked then around my clit and he tugged slightly. I cried out, overjoyed with the sensation. He let go and I whined in protest.

"Can I use my fingers more?" he asked, licking his lips, his eyes hooded with desire.

"Yes, please!"

He slid one of his fingers all the way inside of me and my muscles clenched all around him. He began slowly finger fucking me and I begged for more shamelessly. He inserted a second finger and then returned to my clit, licking it with the flat of his tongue as his fingers worked in and out.

My hips bounced off the mattress and I mashed my pussy to his face as I crested the edge. I knew I was close…

And then he curled his fingers inwards and I exploded. He never let up but kept my orgasm going, twisting his fingers, licking and suckling me until the sensation was too much.

Finally he stopped and crawled up my body to kiss me. I could smell and taste my juices on his face and I fucking loved it.

"I want you so much right now, Bella. But I'll be good."

"I want you too," I said, letting my fingers stroke his cheek.

He grinned and looked every inch of his old carefree self. "That was wicked awesome."

I couldn't help but smile back. "Yeah – it really was."

He kissed me again and then moved to lie down next to me. He held me close.

"So," he said quietly, "what now?"

"I don't know. And for once, not having the rest of my life planned out seems okay," I said.