A/N: Thank you for the amazing reviews. You guys make my day. Enjoy :)

Chapter 3: Exes, o's, hearts and flowers

Bella headed over to Jake's early the next morning. To talk. Or more accurately, to break up. She was nervous for his reaction. She was almost a hundred percent sure he wasn't in love with her anymore, but what if she was wrong and he'd simply just become too comfortable in their relationship to show her the same kind of affection that he had in the first and part of their second year together? She didn't want to hurt him.

"Coffee?" Jake asked, pulling a wrinkled shirt over his head and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He'd still been asleep when she'd arrived, thanks to him having been assigned to midnight patrol. At least he was a light sleeper.

"Sure." Bella nodded awkwardly. "Sorry that I woke you up."

"No problem." He flashed her his sunny grin, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Something was up. Did he know about Sam and her?

"So," Jake began as he padded back into the living room with two mugs in hand. "What did you want to talk about?" He handed her a mug and sat back on the couch.

"Thanks." Bella said and took a sip of the creamy coffee. She flinched and licked her lips. The coffee was too hot. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, dragged a steadying breath in through her nose and squared her shoulders. She just had to do it. It was like ripping off a band aid. "Us. I came here to talk about us."

"Ah, shit Bells." He sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face. "If this is about Evie and me, I'm real sorry. I should have told you."

"What happened with you and Evie?" She frowned, totally confused.

"You mean you don't know?"

"Know what exactly, Jake?" She was getting annoyed with him now. He was being way to cryptic. "Just spit it out."

"I slept with Evie the other night." He blurted out and cringed, waiting for Bella to lose it.

"Oh!" Bella replied simply, a sigh following on the heels of her words as his statement registered in her mind. She wasn't sure how to react. She knew she was supposed to be angry. Or hurt, even. But oddly enough, she felt nothing. Not even jealousy.

And then the horrifying realization struck. "Oh my god, Jake! Sam is going to kill you if he finds out. And Chase too, for that matter."

"Fuck!" Jake cursed and dragged a hand through his messy, dark hair. "Just please don't tell either of them?" He pleaded with her.

"Why would I be that stupid, Jake? What do you think Sam is going to do when I tell him you slept with his sister? I'm not ready for a funeral. Especially not yours."

"Thanks." He gave her his signature lopsided grin, relaxing back into the couch. "I really am sorry, Bells. I just didn't know how to tell you. I was drunk out of my mind and she was crying. Chase had just broken up with her." He grimaced. "And one thing kind of lead to another and we had sex. It wasn't my intention, you know?"

"Jesus Christ, Jacob. You know they're on and off every second week. But they always get back together again a couple of days later. You better pray to god that she doesn't tell Chase. Because you know he'll tell Sam. They are best friends." She gave him a weak smile. "I can't be angry at you for doing what you did, because I kind of slept with someone else, too." She bit her lip, waiting for his response. Also nothing. A clear testament to the fact that they were better off as friends. Obviously neither of them still wanted to be in a relationship anymore.

"So, what happens now?" Jake wondered and took a sip of his coffee, dark eyes assessing her from over his mug.

Bella blew out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. She idly fingered the unraveling stitching on one of her sleeves and looked up at Jake. "I think it's better if we end things, Jake. I think it's been over for a long time now. I guess I was just so used to being with you, that it never occurred to me that I wasn't in love with you anymore."

He nodded, looking thoughtful as he chewed his cheek. "Are you in love with this other guy?"

Bella was glad Jake didn't fish for names. If Jake knew it was Sam, would he still be as calm about this as he was now? "I don't know. It's all still very new." She shrugged. "What about you? Are you in love with Evie?"

"God, no!" He shook his head and laughed. "No, Evie and I will always just be friends. Like I said, I was drunk and she was hurt. I think I might just enjoy my single life for a while, you know. Maybe I'll even meet my imprint."

"Just as long as you know I never wanted to hurt you, Jake. You know I'll always love you, but just not like that."

"I get it, Bells. I really do. And as cliché as it sounds, I hope we can still be friends?"

"Of course we can, Jake. You'll always have a special place in my heart, no matter what." Bella pushed up from the couch and walked over to Jacob. She tugged at his arm and pulled him in for a fierce hug. "Thanks for making this easy." She sighed against his shoulder. "I was really nervous coming here."

"Thanks for being honest, Bells. You really didn't have to tell me the truth, but still you chose to. And I appreciate it more than you know. You kinda let me off the hook there, too."

Bella rewarded Jake with an easy grin. "I'll see you around?"

"You sure will." He nodded. "Let me walk you out." Jake followed behind her to the front door and leaned against it as she walked out onto the porch.

"Bye, Jake." She waved casually and turned away, feeling a little awkward despite their amicable break-up. But at least the she had done what she came here for, and she could relax now. Sort out the mess between Sam and her.

As Bella headed into Forks, an overwhelming anxiousness started to creep up on her with a vengeance. She still had the daunting task of talking to Sam. He'd said that he wanted her, didn't he? But what exactly did he want? What was everything? Did he mean he wanted her whole body, or did he want her heart as well? And what was it that she wanted from him? Was it just sex, or did she want something more?

One thing she was sure of was that there was this undeniable attraction between the two of them. And he fucked with her mind completely whenever she was near him. It was like she could barely think. Another thing she did know was that she desperately wanted a repeat performance from him, just like the other night on the beach - wild and hot. And she wanted to see him look at her they way he always did. It made her feel wanted.

When Bella arrived back home, she sent a quick text to Sam, letting him know that she was home if he wanted to come over. She waited ten minutes for a reply before she finally gave up and decided to do some much needed laundry to occupy her mind. He was obviously busy. Or maybe he didn't want to talk. God...but did she want to talk? Or did she just want him in her bed, over her, making her scream his name?

Bella sighed in frustration and fished in her closet for something to wear. She pulled out a pair of black yoga pants and a plain white spaghetti top, (comfy clothes for a boring day at home) and shrugged them on.

Bella folded up the clothes that she'd worn to Jake's this morning and neatly placed it back in her closet. She fished all the dirty clothes from the suitcase that she'd taken along on her trip to Florida and scooped up two sets of clothes that she'd left lying on the floor before her visit to her mother. Among the dirty clothes was the stained skirt from her night with Sam. She almost didn't have the heart to wash it. As weird as she knew it was, she brought the skirt up to her face and dragged in the lingering scent of Sam that still clung to the material. His intoxicating, earthy scent soothed and turned her on, all at once. It was like a hit of heroin to her body, making her blood pump loudly in her ears and the muscles deep inside of her clench in need.

"Hi." Sam's voice startled her. He leaned against the door jamb in all his handsome glory, arms crossed over his chest, wearing a blank expression, but she was almost certain that she saw the corners of his lips tug upward for just a split second.

Bella blushed, feeling like she'd been caught red handed. She retaliated by narrowing her eyes at him in annoyance. "What are you doing here?"

"You texted me to come over." He stated simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah." She frowned. "But like a normal person I expected you to let me know if you were coming."

Sam sighed and stalked toward her, his obsidian eyes capturing and keeping her gaze as he neared her. Bella took an involuntary step back, making Sam flinch. She stopped then, wondering if it hurt him that she was trying to flee.

"I'm not good at this." He shook his head and pulled her body into him. With a gentle caress, he dragged his nose up her neck and stopped just below her jaw, dragging in a shameless lungful of her scent.

Oh Jesus. There went all coherent thought. It just flew right out the window without any warning. That was what happened every time she was close to him.

Bella's hands tangled in his short cropped hair, pulling at the roots as she clung to his muscled body. Sam growled in response, pushing her flush up against the wall. He smoothed an open hand from her neck, over her breast and down her stomach, finally stopping to clutch at her hip. His eyes flicked up to hers, lust clearly burning in those endless midnight eyes. He lowered his head to her neck, planting open mouthed kisses over her fair skin as he went. "I need to be inside of you. Right now." He whispered against her shoulder, pushing his rock hard cock against her, while his hot lips brushed against her skin as he spoke, forcing goosebumps to erupt over her body. "I want you to take off all your clothes and lie down on the bed. I'll be back in a second."

Oh my!

His words resonated deep within her, making untamed desire bloom deep within her belly, and trickle down into her panties. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest. She was sure he could hear it.

Bella did as he asked, leaving the laundry forgotten on her bedroom floor and peeled her clothes from her trembling and aching body. She wondered what he had in mind.

The duvet felt cool against her heated skin, causing her nipples to rise in response as she lay back down on the bed. She bit her lip as she wondered what awaited her. What was Sam planning? She could hear him slowly heading back toward her room and couldn't manage to suppress the smile that tugged at her lips as he entered, a single red rose in hand.

Bella arched a brow at him and sat up. "What's with the rose?" She asked curiously.

"For you." He said, cocking his head as his eyes raked shamelessly over her naked body, inch by inch. He shrugged. "I told you I'm not good at this."

"What do you mean? Not good with what?"

"Emotions. This..." He motioned between the two of them. "Us."

"You are doing just fine." She assured him with a careful smile.

He bent over, watching her with those smoldering eyes and traced her lips with the soft crimson petals of the rose. "So beautiful." He murmured.

Sam carefully trailed the rose from over her parted lips, down her neck toward her breasts, slowly circling each nipple with the silky rose petals.

"Oh god!" Bella mewled. She was dripping wet already, panting heavily at the foreign sensations the flower created against her tingling skin.

Sam expertly unbuttoned his jeans with a one-handed flick of his thumb and zipped down the fly, letting his pants drop to the floor. Next to go was his black t-shirt, which he peeled up and over his head, making every muscle in his body ripple.

Bella licked her lips at the sight of him. He was such an attractive man.

He fisted his thick cock in a large, russet hand and stalked back toward her, settling in between her legs. He tugged her closer to the edge of the bed, slid his rock hard erection between her wide spread legs and dipped just the tip of himself into her once before pulling out again.

"No!" She complained. "Please don't stop. I need more."

"And you'll get more," His creamy bass promised as he bit down on the skin over her collar bone, "When I say so." He bucked his hips and sheathed himself deeply inside of her, once again pulling out abruptly. He was teasing her body mercilessly. Driving her insane with each passing second. If he kept this up, she was going to lose it completely.

Sam started moving the rose again, whispering it down her side, over her ribs, across her stomach and very, very slowly over her pubic bone, before gently slapping the rose against her pulsing clit.

"Ah!" Bella cried as her insides clenched almost painfully. She needed him inside of her so badly.

Sam gripped his cock firmly, stroking it over her wet folds and caressed her nub with the red petals. "How does that feel, Bella?" He asked, kneeling on the ground between her legs, lips so very close to her pulsing core now that she could feel his hot breath wash over her.

"More!" She begged. "Please, Sam. I need more."

"So greedy." He growled, slapping the flower against her again and dipped his tongue into her wetness.

"Please!" She cried out and arched up toward him as the petals tiptoed over her mound, up and down. Over and over. It felt so good.

"How much do you want this?" He eased up from the floor with deceptive grace and dipped the head of his cock into her again. She was so ready for him that she physically ached to have him inside of her.

"More than anything." She mewled. "Please, Sam. Make me yours."

And then he slid into her with ease and forced a cry to tumble from over her parted lips. This time he pumped into her a handful of times with slow but forceful undulations of his hips and just as she'd started to think that he was going to keep going, he stopped, but didn't pull out of her.

His enormous length pushed up against her womb as he leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth. Bella bucked her hips wildly up to him in response, trying to force him to keep moving. Begging. Pleading. She was going to self-combust if he didn't do something. Anything.

"Hold still, Bella. Not yet." His warned as his lips released her nipple, grazing his teeth against the taut pink flesh as he spoke. He tugged roughly at her other nipple in reprimand and without warning, her body gave up and her insides clenched together, an exquisite orgasm gripping her body and forcing her over the edge with a strangled cry. Her body convulsed around Sam's cock, tightening with savage force around him. Bella's hands searched blindly for Sam's body as he pulled halfway out of her and hammered himself back into her, over and over, with frenetic hips, like he had lost control. Cries of delectation tore from her lips and she was vaguely aware that she was crying out his name while she ground out her climax against his strong hips.

"You really are one magnificent creature." He panted, resting his forehead on her chest once her body relaxed around him.

But apparently Sam wasn't done with her. He was still very much hard when he pulled out of her, pushed himself off the bed and walked over to where he'd hastily discarded his pants earlier. His massive cock bobbed up and down with each movement as he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled something from it. A condom. Bella suspected that the condom wasn't for contraceptive purpose, but more likely to prevent her from smelling like him again for the next week. He was doing it for her - so she could face Jake and her other friends again, without rousing suspicion.

Sam tore open the packet with his teeth and squeezed the rubber from the foil. Two careful fingers placed it over the tip, rolling it down over his thick length with a massive fist as he grasped his cock firmly with the other hand to steady himself.

"Better hold on, Bella, because now I'm going to fuck you." His eyes rested on hers, making her squirm and pant with their dark chocolate intensity.

"Don't tease me, Sam." She challenged. "Show me what you've got." Her voice was hoarse and got caught in the back of her throat.

"Turn around." He ordered curtly in that unimpeachable, double timber bass that made her weak at the knees and left no margin for argument.

Bella did as he asked, turning around and lying flat on her belly. From behind her, two warm hands settled on her ribs, caressing with that sensual edge that only he seemed to possess, and down to her hips. He tugged upward, forcing her hips and butt into the air and heard him growl in response. The unexpected sensation of his tongue darting over her slick folds made her moan wantonly, her fingers curling around the sheets.

"Are you ready?" He inquired, the tip of his cock already pushing against her entrance.

"Yes." She vowed, almost pleading with him to fill her.

And then he did.

Sam rammed himself into her without delay, gripping her hips tightly and thrusting himself into her over and over with violent hips, just like he'd warned her he would. It was pleasure and delicious pain combined all into one as he stretched and filled her so completely with every shattering buck of his hips. There was nothing gentle about the way he claimed her body. He grunted as skin slapped against skin, coaxing delirious wails from over her lips.

Her body was trembling with the onslaught of animalistic pleasure that he enkindled deep inside of her, keeping up his unforgiving pace. His left hand released her hip, gliding over her ass, up her spine and to her neck, fingers tangling in her dark locks and pulling her head back with a rough tug.

"Ah, Christ!" He cried out his release with stuttering hips, his grip on her hip tightening impossibly, forcing Bella to follow loudly behind into her own bliss, arms buckling and burning form the strain and finally giving in. Bella tumbled forward into the pillows with a heaving chest, followed by Sam, collapsing onto her.

He pulled out of her sharply, making her gasp. "You okay?" His lips whispered against her shoulder blade before he planted a gentle kiss against it and carefully rearranged her and pulled her into his side. "Yeah." She nodded. "Fine."

Sam stroked his hand over her hair. "Sorry if I was too rough. I just can't seem to keep it together when I'm around you."

"Hmm..." Bella responded with a tired smile, sleep beckoning her as she drifted off into a sated, dreamless sleep.

Bella woke just past noon to find Sam firmly pushed up against her, spooning her. A heavy arm was draped over her, cupping her breast. She carefully scooted out from under him, smiling at the peaceful expression that had settled on his face. Bella scooped Sam's t-shirt from the floor, pulled it over her head and slid her panties back on. She was very hungry and she was sure that he would be just as hungry when he woke up. Bella decided to make them lunch. He'd probably be awake by the time she finished.

Bella made a detour to the bathroom to freshen up, before she headed to the kitchen. A quick look in the mirror made her smile. Bright eyes and pink cheeks stared back at her. There was an angry purple bruise just above her collar bone from where he'd nipped her skin while they were consumed in the white hot throes of passion. Evidence that she'd been with him; that he'd claimed her body in the most carnal of ways.

Bella tied her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head and padded softly toward the kitchen. She didn't have breakfast this morning, so she decided to make bacon, eggs and toast. She would add a few sausages just for Sam's benefit. She knew very well that the stomach of a wolf was like a bottomless pit.

Bella placed a large pan onto the stove and carefully placed a pack of bacon, strip by strip, into the pan, enjoying the sizzling sound it made. She wasn't sure if he preferred his eggs sunny side up or cooked through, so she settled on making scrambled eggs.

Bella cracked a dozen eggs into a bowl and was busy mixing it together, when he entered the kitchen.

"Don't stop what you're doing." Sam's voice whispered in her ear and stroked his heated hands up her thighs and under his shirt that she had taken, rounding his palms over the swells of her ass, before squeezing firmly. "My god, you are sexy." He groaned and pulled away to turn off the stove.

His hands were back on her body seconds later, fingers curling in under her panties and tore it from her body with a sharp tug. He let the tattered material drop to her feet with abandon and nudged her legs wider apart with a knee. "I said don't stop what you're doing." He ordered. "Keep mixing those eggs while I take you from behind."

"Oh god, Sam." She moaned wantonly in anticipation. Her hands started to tremble and her pulse thumped wildly against her jugular as she felt him slide into her with a torturous slowness. She could feel every inch of him stretch her with exquisite care, while his one hand rested on her shoulder and the other held her gently in place against a bruised hip. Was it possible that he realized how tender her hips felt from where his hands had held her so deliciously tight when he took her from behind, earlier?

Her head tipped forward and her hands stopped their task as her body bucked back into him. Her mind and body simply refused to do anything but submit to his deliberate and measured thrusts into her slick core, setting her body on fire with each push and pull. Fiery lips kissed the rounding of her shoulder and trailed an erotic path down to her back. His teeth nipped at her back while his hips kept up their sinful pace, pushing her body up and up to the precipice of her own climax.

Suddenly he pulled out of her, making her groan in protest. "No, please..."

Without a word, he turned her around, moved the mixing bowl out of the way and lifted her up onto the counter. Careful hands spread her thighs and without hesitation, he thrust back into her, setting an even pace that felt so fucking good.

"Jesus, yes!" She cried out and pulled him closer against her.

"You feel so fucking good, Bella. This beats every fantasy I've ever had of us together." He whispered in her ear, picking up his pace. "I just can't get enough of you."

A brief image of them, locked up in her small house for days and never leaving the bed, flashed through her mind, before focusing back on Sam and what he was doing to her.

Sam snaked a hand from where it rested on her hip, down to the juncture where their bodies joined in the most impure and carnal of ways. His hips never faltered as he rubbed his fingers in a circle over her nub, making her whimper as the effort sent a jolt through her body, just enough to tip her over the edge and force a blissful cry from her lips. Her body tensed and tightened forcefully around his throbbing cock, beckoning him to follow. And he did. With harsh thrusts, he emptied himself deep inside of her with a low grumble, her name tumbling from his lips over and over like a prayer.

"Christ!" Sam panted, resting his forehead against hers. "That was fucking amazing."

Bella nodded in agreement, a breathless laugh falling from her lips as she traced Sam's russet skin with her forefinger, where tiny beads of sweat had broken out over his chest from their eager round of sex.

Sam lifted Bella from the counter, and she clamped her thighs tighter around his hips as he carried her trembling body to the couch in the living room, and sat them down to catch their breath.

"You came inside of me." She mumbled against the crook of his neck, meaning for it to sound like an accusation but found herself too sated to be angry with him. "Now I have to stay away from my friends for another week."

"Why do you care if they know?" He pulled back to stare into her eyes. He was searching for something. She just didn't know what.

"I don't want them to think I'm a slut." She explained. To them it might seem like she was jumping from one guy to the next.

He growled. "Your not a slut, Bella. You're my imprint."

A/N: Chuckles evilly...