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Jacob's Twilight

Chapter Eleven: They're Mechanics?

(Bella's POV)

I looked at Embry, then back at Jacob. We just stood there looking at each other, his eyes filled with amusement, mine with shock. I turned to my dad who had come down stairs when they had knocked.

"These are the kids from school. Do you know why they're here?" I asked my dad.

"Jacob is the mechanic I have asked to fix the truck for you," he replied.

I was shocked. "You must be joking. Jacob a mechanic?; Are you telling me that you know him?"

"I know a lot of Quileutes," he replied. "That's where I got the truck and how I met Jacob. In fact he's the mechanic that worked on the truck in the first place."

I stepped aside and let them enter.

"Hey, Charlie," Jacob greeted him.

"Thanks for coming," my dad replied.

They greeted Angela as well, but I noticed she and Embry never looked at each other. He never really looked in her eyes either. Interesting—when he speaks to her, she blushes and looks away.

I turned to Jacob. "I still can't believe you're a mechanic, and I doubt you'll find it so easy fixing my truck."

He just grinned at me. "No problem, I love a challenge. No matter how difficult it may seem to fix, I know I can do it." Then he winked at me.

That grin and wink, made me think he was talking about more than the truck and of course, with that thought, I began to blush just like Angela. Great, just great. I turned quickly towards Angela and saw her grinning like a fool, and she was supposed to have my back.

Turning to my dad, I saw him give Jacob a questionable look. "Well …." my dad began. "I better get out of the way so you can get to work." Then he went back upstairs.

"I need your keys to see what went wrong with your truck," Jacob said to me.

"I'll be right back." I went upstairs and collected the keys and brought them back down to him.

With the keys in his hand, we all walked outside and watched as he got into the truck and tried to start it, but as it did this morning, nothing happened.

(Jacob's POV)

The truck wouldn't start, so I got out and opened the hood, to see if I could figure out what was wrong. As soon as I did, there was a faint smell of vampire, though I couldn't be sure. I began to get an uneasy feeling that these vampires were watching Bella, that they could be watching now. If they were it could only be Edward, though I couldn't be sure because the smell wasn't very strong.

Embry walked over and began helping me with the truck, it became so hot I needed to remove my shirt. I glanced over at Bella.

"I hope you don't mind me taking off my shirt, I really don't want my shirt to get soiled."

Her face became flushed from my statement and I secretly grinned, happy to know she was affected by me as I was by her—which bodes well for our future.

"Sure, no problem," she remarked. "Angela and I are going back in to finish studying; let us know if you need anything."

Then she quickly entered the house.

(Bella's POV)

Back upstairs in my room, we went back to studying, my eyes came straying towards my window and I had the urge to look, but didn't, the fact that Jacob was out there, very shirtless, made me nervous. It got so bad that I started dropping things, my book, my pencil, I tripped with my bed. It is ridiculous how thought of a shirtless Jacob makes me so nervous.

"You okay?" Angela asked.

I didn't reply, just looked at her and shook my head.

"Bella, I'm well aware of what's wrong, I know you're nervous and we both know the reason," she said smiling at me.

I grinned a little at her. "Last night at the movies when I collided with Jacob or when he was zipping up my jacket, you were not very effective in providing logistics, you know? but you helped me to get away from Mike in the car coming back. I swear I thought the return trip would be as interminable as the trip going."

Angela laughed at that. "To be honest, Bella, everyday I like Jacob and the Quileutes better and better."

I pouted a little. "You're supposed to be my logistical support my dear friend. I think if you keep this up, I will have to say goodbye to Jacob's logistical support."

We both began to laugh helplessly and could have sworn we heard Jacob and Embry laughing too. Angela and I looked at each other puzzled, then went and looked out the window to find they were both looking up at us. We quickly moved back.

"Do you think they heard us?" I asked her, puzzled.

"I don't see how," she replied. "We were not talking loud enough."

"This reminds me of what happened at school, when they laughed at something we said, when they should not have been able to hear."

I walked over to the window and without meaning to, I glanced outside. I felt my face becoming red. Seeing him with his shirt off did strange things to me. I felt as though I was on some great adventure that no one had told me about. He made me feel as though I didn't know whether I was coming or going most of the time. It did concern me, this pulling of my heart, this pain that only found relief when I was around him. It was all so utterly confusing to me, but I did know one thing—this man had and would always have a connection to me that I could never have with anyone else.

Damn, he was a beautiful and desirable man, it was getting harder for me to believe this was the man I met my first day. Man, Jacob without a shirt on was positively lethal.

I closed the window and turned towards Angela; she was watching me closely.

"Yes, that's a good idea to keep that closed. We don't want you looking out that window anymore, getting your self all flustered and nervous, and ending up breaking everything in your room."

I shook my head at her as we went back to our books. Though I tried, I couldn't concentrate on the words in front of me. All I could think of was how Jacob made me feel, the pull I felt to always be around him—with him. I knew I had never felt or will feel that with any other man. It was like breathing but not fully, because it was a little painful and my heart burned, but when he was around I was able to breathe painlessly. My soul felt as though it was cut in two, and only with him near did I feel whole. Why was that? Why did I feel as though I needed him to be complete. I was so confused; I wished I knew what was going on. How do I make it stop? Just… just how?.

Angela broke into my thoughts, and thank God, she did. "Bella, if you fire me as your Jacob's logistical support, who will take my place?" she asked.

I looked at her mischievously. "I have someone in mind, who would be happy to help me."

"Who?"; she asked curiously.

With a straight face, I replied. "Lauren."

We both started to laugh at that. I was laughing so loud, I had to cover my mouth, when we settled down.

"I would definitely like to see that," she said. "But I'll continue helping you and protecting you from the charms of Jacob, because you're my friend."

I was truly touched, and pulled her in for a hug. "You're the best," I commented.

We broke apart. "And if I do a good job with Mike and Cullen, same thing I'll do with Jacob, although you said you had to watch out for Edward more than you do Mike. Mike is very cheeky, and insistent. Last night in the car, it was very clear he wanted to hug and get very close to you and I knew it would be best to be on your side and not Mike's."

"I know that Mike is pushing the limits of our friendship, but I didn't want to hurt his feelings because he was very kind to me on my first day of school here, and I'm sure I can handle him. Now, let's get back to studying."

(Jacob's POV)

Though she tried to be sly about, I noticed her glancing at me from her window and it made me happier, because my girl was succumbing to the attraction between us. Still she tries hard to resist. I shook my head when I thought of the conversation I overheard; it irritated and angered me to think of Mike getting close to my Bells. That guy seemed to have no qualms in bulldozing himself into her life, not caring what she wanted, as long he got what he wanted, was all that mattered. The prick!

But I was happy to hear Angela stand up for us. Saying she liked us did my heart good, maybe she would continue to put in a good word on my behalf. However, Embry and I had to laugh when we heard Bella talk about replacing Angela with Lauren as her logistical support. I could imagine how that would go.

I left Embry looking over the engine, and went in the cab of the truck to check on something else. I felt happiness in my heart again at being at the home of my Bells, even sitting in her truck brought me joy because it was seeped in her scent. I pulled it into me and wished I could undress and wallow in it—that brought to mind my shirtless state.

When I took off my shirt, I didn't do it to make her uncomfortable. But it was really hot and it was one of my favorite shirts and I didn't want to get it stained. It was upsetting me that she was so stressed and nervous around me. It was not my intent and I would do anything to bring her peace. Though I had to admit, I loved that she had such a strong reaction to me being shirtless. It gave me hope.

I got out the cab of the truck and went back to the engine with Embry. I was there about three minutes when I finally noticed something.

"Someone took a piece off the starter; that's why it wouldn't start," I said to him.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Couldn't it have fallen off?"

"There is no way that could have just fallen off, someone had to have taken it," I answered. "And I'm certain it was Cullen, though I won't be able to prove it."

"So what are we going to do about it?"

"Well, we'll have to order the part to fix the truck and were going to have to beef up patrols." I was feeling angry at the lengths Cullen would go to. "I'd better go and tell Bella and Charlie about it."

We walked to the door and entered the house. I didn't see anyone downstairs. "Bella, Charlie," I called from the bottom of the stairs. I stepped back into the den when I saw them coming down.

'Were you able to fix it?" Charlie asked as we all walked outside.

"No," I replied. "There is a piece that needs to be replaced and it has to be ordered."

"You mean I won't be able to use my truck in the morning?" Bella asked.

I noticed she was doing everything she could not to look anywhere but at my face; not once did she let her gaze go below my neck. My Bells… she had strong feelings for me, but is fighting against them; she's afraid. I wished I could hold her in my arms and soothe her fears away.

"I'm sorry, but until that part is ordered that truck is going nowhere."

"It's okay, not your fault. I just don't know how I'll get to school tomorrow."

Maybe this is my chance. "You know, I can come and pick you up in the morning and bring you home after," I offered, praying she would say yes. "Let me come and get you."

(Bella's POV)

I found I wanted to say yes to his offer, but I was filled with so much confusion when I was around him and the control that I had over my feelings for him was slipping more and more each day, especially when he was near me. I felt as though something took hold of me and was pulling me to him. I was about to answer when I was saved from it.

"I can take her in the morning," my dad spoke up.

"And I can bring her home," Angela offered.

"I'll bring you home in the afternoon," Jacob insisted. "I have to come back here anyway to put the piece and the alarm on your truck."

I wanted to protest, but why bother, the truth was I wanted to be around him and this way I could without him knowing, how I felt. Then I thought about what he said.

"Wait. An alarm?".

"Yeah. I'm going to put an alarm on your tuck so no one can get into it, or the engine."

I had to laugh; was he serious?. "You must be joking."

But he looked serious and shook his head. "I'm doing it for your security. I'm not going to risk anything happening to you or anyone in your truck when you can't be seen."

"Jacob, do you realize what you're saying? That truck is old, and you're putting in an alarm?"

Whatever I thought, I made my way back into the house mumbling. "Great, why not take advantage, and install a full security team, with full equipment?"

I wish he would have at least put his shirt back on. I could swear he did that on purpose, just to fluster me. Damn, men with all those damn muscles need to keep their shirts on. Great now I was thinking about him shirtless again. I had to get that picture out of my mind.

I turned to Angela when I got back inside the house. "I still need to go to the store, are you still willing to take me."

"Of course. I told you I love to go shopping."

We went upstairs, collected our purses, and went back out. "I'm going to the store now Dad," I said as we walked to her car.

"Okay, see you when you get back," he replied.

Then I heard Jacob tell him he was leaving now. He replied with thanks and talk to you later.

We were at the store for over an hour so I was surprised that Jacob's car was still there when we got back.

"I thought he would be gone by now," I commented.

Ang chuckled and said, "He's probably waiting for you."

I just rolled my eyes. When we walked into the house there was Jacob and Embry watching a game with Charlie.

(Jacob's POV)

I was so happy to be in the house of my Bells, I wish I was here under different circumstances, but at least I was here. I can't wait for the day when the Blacks and Swans could organize and enjoy a dinner together with Bella as my woman, without stubbornness or reluctance. I saw the girls enter carrying a few bags so I got up and offered my help.

"Is there anymore bags in the car?" I asked her.

"A few," she replied.

"Embry and I will get them for you," I offered.

"Okay, thanks."

We then went out to collect the rest of the bags.

(Bella's POV)

"Dad, have you eaten or offered the boys anything?"

"No hun, we got very caught up in the game," he replied sheepishly.

I walked back into the kitchen with Angela. Just then, Embry and Jacob walked in with the rest of the bags and placed them on the table.

"Well, I guess I better be going now," Jacob said to me.

Before I could reply, my Dad walked in. "You're not staying to finish watching the game?"

He didn't seem to know what to say, but I could tell he wanted to stay, so, why not?

"Why don't you two stay and have dinner with us," I offered shocking myself.

"What?, are you sure?"; He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, go on and watch the game, we'll let you know when it's it done."

I know I was grinning like an idiot, but I didn't care.

"Thanks Bella."

When they left Angela turned to me. "I never imagined Jacob would be here eating with you. It's a bit weird, right?"

"Yeah, it feels a bit weird but they are guests and I won't be rude them. He's trying to fix my truck; besides you'll be here also."

Angela smiled. "So what are we making?"; she asked.

"Burgers and fries, it's quick and easy." I replied.

We worked quietly making dinner and an hour later, we took it to them so they could eat and watch the game.

(Jacob's POV)

Being invited to dinner was something I truly didn't expect, but still a very welcome and happy surprise.

Trying to pay attention to the game was not happening—not with my Bells in the next room. Her scent was throughout the house, drifting to me from every where it seemed, wreaking havoc on my senses. I wanted to stick out my tongue and taste the air to sample her flavor or run upstairs, take off my clothes and roll around in her bed.

Yeah, right, Charlie would definitely shoot me if I pulled a stunt like that, and I didn't want that ... not if I was going to be the father of Charlie Swan's grandchildren.

When they came out with the meal, I must admit, the burger smelled good, but not as good as my Bella. I was surprised when they sat out here and ate with us. Angela and Bella talked pleasantly amongst themselves, while Embry and Charlie watched the game. I just ate and pretended to watch the game, but all my senses were really concentrated on my Bells.

"I'll help you clean up, then I have to go," I heard Angela say to her.

"Don't worry about it, you're my guest; I'll talk to you tomorrow in school," Bella replied.

She collected her things and said goodbye to everyone. Just as she reached the door, Embry offered to follow her home in my car, to make sure she reached home safely. I knew why he wanted to, but Angela looked pleasantly surprised.

"I'll call you later Ang," Bella said as they left.

After they left, Bella started to clean up and I started helping her.

"You don't have to do that; it's not much to do. I can handle, but thank you." She said with a smile. "Go out there and enjoy the rest of the game with my dad."

"Thanks for the meal, it was really good." Then I started to leave.

(Bella's POV)

I turned to the sink and began washing the dishes when I felt a sudden chill go up my spine. It felt as though someone was caressing my back and where touched, there were sparks. I slowly turned around and was shocked at what I saw.

Jacob was standing against the wall by the kitchen door, arms folded across his chest, looking at me as if he could see my soul. His eyes traveled up my body with a bold look of desire, need, want. The tension between us became a physical thing, it burned and sizzled. My body became flushed; I wanted to throw myself in his arms so badly, but I fought the urge with difficulty and turned back to the dishes.

My hands shook as I tried to hold a plate. I felt him come up behind me, standing very close. He placed his hands on my shoulders then trailed down my arms as he put his lips close to my ear.

"I'll just help you dry," he whispered seductively.

His breath on my skin made me tremble. It would be so easy to turn and plant my lips upon his. I quickly threw that thought from my mind. Trying desperately to fight the reaction of my body being so close to his, my ability to speak failed me, so I mutely nod my head.

When we were done, I thanked him and quickly left the kitchen with him following behind me. Being alone with him in there or anywhere actually, was too tempting. I sat in the loveseat and started going over the books Angela and I were studying from earlier, while Jacob sat and finished watching the game with my dad. Twenty minutes later Embry returned and informed me that Angela got home safely, then returned to sit with Jacob and my dad.

(Jacob's POV)

Instead of leaving, I leaned against the wall behind her, with my arms folded at my chest. If I couldn't help, I would just watch her, you know, keep her company as she washed the dishes—at least that's what I told myself. The truth was I couldn't make myself leave, who knew when I'd be able to be this close to her again.

I knew the exact moment she realized I was still standing there and turned towards me. Maybe I should've left then, but I didn't. I wanted her to see how much I needed, wanted her. I let my gaze travel from her feet up her shapely legs and imagined the feel of them around me. I imagined my lips and my hands, tasting, caressing, as my eyes trailed up her shapely thighs, her hips, her breast. Oh God she was so beautiful! My body felt hard with such love and need; I thought I would combust right there.

I got to her mouth and a shiver over took my body. She had her bottom lip between her teeth and I was fascinated by that. I imagined it was my lips she had between them, biting lightly. Damn, I envied those teeth, because they claimed my greatest desire to taste and feel them moving against mine.

I quickly moved my gaze to her eyes. The air crackled and sizzled around us, the tension had built up so thickly not even a have could cut it. She looked uncertain, confused but behind that was desire, and dared I hope, love. I knew I promised myself not to rush her, to go at her pace, but right at this moment, I had to be near her. Her eyes widened and she turned back to continue what she was doing, or tried to.

I began moving towards her before I could stop myself and stood against her back. I brought my lips close to her ear, allowed my mouth to lightly touch it as I whispered.

"I'll just help you dry."

She seemed incapable of speech and just nodded.

While we worked together, I thought of the days to come when I could openly call her mine, to have her at my side as truly my girl, to hold and kiss her whenever I wanted. I hoped that time came soon because it became more painful everyday to be away from her, to watch her from afar and not be able to be close and hold her, to touch her. This was not just about me imprinting on her. I suspect a simple imprint I could ignore being the true Alpha; this went deeper; this girl was truly the love of my life and without the imprint, she still would be.

When we were done, we walked out to the den and Bella sat on the loveseat, picking up a book and began reading. I sat on the sofa next to Charlie's chair.

"You don't mind if I stay and finish watching the game do you, until Embry gets back?" I asked him.

"Of course not Son, make yourself at home."

I was happy at his reply because I wanted to be as close to Bella for as long as I could tonight.

Twenty minutes later Embry came back and informed Bella that Angela got home safely, then sat with us, to watch the game.

While I watched the game, my senses were still attuned to Bella—her every move, her every sound. So when she began to relax, her heart beat and breathing changed; I knew she was falling asleep.

Without taking my eyes off her, I told Charlie, "It looks like Bella fell asleep."

He walked over to the sofa, and I followed. He leaned over her. "I'm going to take you up to bed Bella"; he whispered to her.

Before I could think, I said, "I'll take her."

He looked at me for a minute then moved out of the way.

I leaned over and gently took her in arms, cradling her like a baby, which is what she is—my sexy alluring baby. I stood with her in my arms.

"Dad … Dad"; She mumbled.

Charlie, who was standing next to me replied, "Yes, I'm here." She probably thought it was her dad that was holding her.

I was beyond happy and excited to have her in my arms. I had dreamt so many times of holding her like this. She began to talk again.

"Take me to bed."

Okay, I knew she thought she was talking to her dad, but those words coming out her mouth while I was holding her like this, made my already hot body even hotter. It brought to mind all the things I longed to do with and to her—to treasure and love her in every sense of the word. I loved her so much and holding her in my arms made me think this was what heaven was like.

I must have stood there staring at her like a fool. Unconsciously I turned toward the exit door. Charlie showed me the way to the stairs. "Go on, Jacob, take her up; it's the room on the right of the bathroom."

I smiled sheepishly then left the room and began walking up the stairs with her. As I walked with her in my arms, my thoughts went to things I longed for. Visions darted through my imagination, of kissing her, touching her, caressing every inch of her delectable body—learning and relearning every curve, the swell of her full breast, and cupping them in my hands, tasting with my mouth, and ... Oh God! I wanted the scent of her on my skin, the drag of her long silky hair over my throat and chest.

Jacob, stop thinking about those things.

I was so tempted to devour her mouth as I walked to her room, in front of Charlie! I would run the risk that my arousal could become evident. I walked in her room with her and gently placed her in her bed. That's when I noticed Charlie, but even with him standing there, I couldn't help admiring her for a minute before I left.

"Damn, she is so beautiful. I could stand here and watch her sleep all nigh," I whispered to myself.

Charlie touched my shoulder; I had forgotten that quickly that he was there. "Come on, let's go downstairs," he said and I followed him out the room and down the stairs, fighting the pull to go back in that room and wrap myself around her. It was so hard to leave her alone in that bedroom ... so hard.

"We're going to be leaving now, Charlie," I said to him once we were back in the den.

He stopped me from leaving. I looked at him, wondering what he wanted to say.

"Jacob, you're like a son to me," he began. "But Bella is my daughter, so you be careful what you do or plan to do with her. I will not take lightly you hurting her."

"Charlie, I would never hurt her, all I want to do is take care of her," I replied.

He grinned a little and seemed to study me for a minute. "Okay, but don't let me down Son."

I smiled. "I won't Charlie, I promise."

Embry and I left then, and before we got into the car, Embry cracked, "Maybe I should drive; you seem a little distracted, and though it wouldn't kill me, I would prefer not to end up around a pole."

"I guess you're right," I replied. "Being around her makes me feel as though I could touch the sky … and she really hasn't done anything."

We both smiled as we got in, and made our way to home. I prayed the whole way that soon I would be able to be as close to my Bells as I longed to.