"Sure" I yelled back, hearing the venom in my tone "I have been told to fuck the pack. Anyone I haven't fucked yet, tell them to show up, shut up, and let me complete this fucking order. Also tell Embry.." I paused not knowing what I wanted to tell my best friend. My best friend and, I guess, central to the secret.
I started to sob. Abandoning my decree, I walked into the bathroom. As I climbed into a scorching bath, I closed my eyes and tried to not think about any of this.
I couldn't help the voice in the back of my mind 'We Could Have Been Planning Our Six Year Wedding Anniversary. Instead You Are Sitting In A Bath Leaking Imprinted Dog Semen.'
I let the tears fall, maybe I was wrong to trust my wolves.
Chapter 18: Running From The Law
Trigger warning: Incest Vibes (If you made it this far you knew this was cuming ;P)
As Always Happy Reading!
Sleep did not come easily. Truthfully, I was not sure the tossing and rearranging of my limbs under the once-comfortable blankets of my bed could count as sleep. The soft material felt prickly, or maybe that was just my skin.
The thoughts that raced in my mind all had the same overwhelming theme. Pack, Secret, Alpha Order.
Maybe Jake would break the order if I asked him. Maybe I should have never returned to this fucking town. Regardless on how much the clouds, forest, and people felt like home.
I knew homes were never meant to be permanent. Renee had moved me across the country multiple times. The settled feeling I got in Forks was a cosmic joke. I would never be settled.
'Until Edward comes back for us' My internal thoughts agreed.
I whinged at the thought of his name. It was completely normal to be in university and still processing the loss of teenage love. Why couldn't I have fallen in love with Mike.
Simple, normal, small town, Human Mike.
The biggest concern would be what colour to paint our bedroom wall. It wasn't like Forks had multiple options for schooling so when the children eventually joined our little family there would be no arguments over private or public school. We would name them simple names like Fred and Betty. Pressuring them eventually to leave the nest, but not too far, encouraging them to move back and settle down in Forks. It could have been our little slice of paradise.
Potentially, it still could. Would Mike know when I left the house to see my wolves? Would I be banned from La Push when I pushed for the answer to the secret? Could I live a normal human existence?
If I had a daughter I would be constantly worried for her. What if one day she grew up met a boy, and he was Edward. I could not protect her. She would not know what I did about the vampire world, she would need to experience it before she could walk away. That is, if she chose to walk away. I would laugh at anyone who claimed that Edward would make the same mistakes he made with me again.
Edward would need to die before I carried a child. I would not risk them living in a world coexisting with him.
'Unless he is the father. I hope our babies have his eyes' my internal voice cooed at the thought.
The weight of the blanket felt suffocating. I needed to get out of the house, get air. Reaching for my phone I started to type in Embry's number until I felt the slice of pain against my heart.
Colin could keep things from me all he wanted. He was pack, and it did hurt to not be trusted by every member but, it wasn't this same aching pain I got from Embry.
We talked daily, why hadn't he at some point told me? Even just that I didn't know the entire truth of the wolves. Maybe I could have lived with that. Not that there was a secret between us, though.
Kicking off the blankets, I left my phone on the side table. If I needed one I would borrow or buy a new one. Stuffing necessities into one of Charlie's old duffle bags, I swiftly walked to my truck, knowing any stealth that I might have had would be whipped away the moment I turned over the engine of my ancient truck.
My eyes scanned the forest as I turned the key. I didn't know what I wanted to see. Maybe that all the monsters in my life were giving me time to think? Potentially, that the pack didn't mean to keep a secret from me? Lastly, that Edward was willing to take me back, no questions asked? My soul and heart and head all wanted different things. Yet, when no-one emerged from the tree line I felt hollow.
Fine.
I knew I was an interloper in the world of immortal hot men. Some women are meant to join, fated even. I was simply a girl, who asked the right questions, and read far to many inappropriate books at an early age.
It was time for me to grow a pair of balls and realize I am not that special, I need to go to therapy and get a strong prescription for an antipsychotic.
Leaving this small town should feel like a victory. It was both as easy as breathing, and as hard as building a new foundation. When a foundation is poured with care, it can support mansions full of luxurious trimmings, however, I felt mine crumbling beneath me.
I let myself drive with only two thoughts repeating in my mind - don't turn to go to Emery's, don't drive by the abandoned Cullen house. Both of those places felt like home at one point during my existence in Forks, and both were equally off limits in this moment.
The engine whined as I pushed it hard. If it died on the side of the road, I would hitchhike. It would make sense that my truck wouldn't want to escape this town with me. The truck belonged here, was built and rebuilt by hands that I was currently trying to forget. I had torn apart the stereo multiple times, once alone, once… A scream ripped through me at the memory.
Embry handing me various tools, supporting me in how to use them, Until the second last present from the Cullens had been removed from my life. It was easier to do with him than it was alone. No blood had been spilt, and it was ready to be transferred into Paul's truck. He said he wanted to use the stereo to play anything those "stick-up-their-asses Cullens" would have disapproved of.
I stared at the stereo that was now installed. It had been a running argument with Embry. I hadn't wanted a stereo, but he couldn't hear me over the truck's engine when I put him on speakerphone. So, we compromised. I didn't have to play music, but I did need hands-free calling. If the truck survived, I would break my heart again pulling the system out.
I didn't notice the police cruiser until it was too late. The flashing lights pulled me out of my misery for only a moment. I needed this to be an unknown cop, praying that I had at least escaped the patrol borders for the local police.
Pulling over to the side of the road, I only noticed then that my engine was smoking. It was billowing black plumes into the air. If I ever forgave the pack, Jake was going to kill me. He had never told me to go easy on the truck, I think he enjoyed working on it every time I did something stupid to it. Yet, it was still his mother's old truck, and the sentimental value he had for the old girl usually had me treating her with a little more thought. Now, she could be on fire for all I knew.
The hood was popped up, hard coughing sounded from the other side of it. I couldn't see who it was that had exposed my engine to the night air. All I knew was the potential for my escape now was nearing zero.
Leaning back against my headrest, I closed my eyes, breathing in the stinging air that singed my nostrils. I waited to either be toted back to my father's house, or arrested. Not sure which I wanted, my mind had not been focused on driving within the speed limit - not that my truck could normally go much faster than that.
I watched as the plumes of smoke dissipated, and a very familiar voice cursed.
Closing my eyes, I bit back the desire to cry. This wasn't a normal reaction of mine, at least, it didn't used to be. Maybe the comfort of Forks infiltrated my soul. It had to have, if the sound of my father's voice made me want to cry.
Of all the people to pull me back into this small town, of course it had to be my first real connection. The man who I grew up considering a father, but without ever feeling that familial bond. That all made sense once Renee had finally admitted I was a fire-party oops. Charlie wasn't biologically my father, and I was done pretending like he was. Someone who was in this town at one point is my parent, but not him.
My driver's side door opened and I jumped, forgetting that my truck didn't have the auto-locks most newer cars had.
Charlie's eyes looked at me with concern. Made sense, I was out in the middle of the night speeding down the road with a smoking car. It would have been less concerning if I had simply hitchhiked my way out of this small town. No tire tracks, or literal smoke signals to draw attention to the runaway adult.
Before Charlie could speak, I decided to leave this town with a bang. I leaned forward until my lips collided with his. Holding my breath until he kissed me back, biting my lip as I had seen him do to the PTA moms of the past. Even though I had watch him kiss, touch, and fuck all those other women, I still was not prepared for his touch.
"Isabella" Charlie said my name like a prayer.
My father had never been a religious man, quit church entirely when his parents had passed when I was about nine years old. Yet, I could hear the reverence in his voice. The same tone he used when he would tell me fairy tails about finding true love.
His mouth moved to my neck and the flames of his touch followed. I gasped for air, attempting to quell the need I had burning within me under his touch.
I was pushed against the seat of my truck, pinned under the weight of him. Charlie was nowhere near as muscled as the wolves, yet, years of training had provided him with skillful, strong movements. Even the most muscled of the pack would have a challenge in getting the upper hand from my father. As long as they stayed in skin, of course.
Enveloped by pure bliss, I did not want to break the spell I initiated with a kiss. I let him control the next steps, feeling his need with each advancement of his body against mine.
"We…" Charlie started as he moved away from me. His eyes held a possessed glaze, even in the short moments of our embrace his hair had become wild with lust.
"Bella, we can't." Charlie took a step back.
"No!" I protested with a breathless gasp.
I had already planned on running away, yet, I knew without this I would be drawn back to the Pacific Northwest time and time again. Maybe this was the closure I needed. Maybe I needed to feel human, loved and wanted. Quite possibly, this was simply a need to be loved by the only adult that cared for me consistently throughout my life. Whatever it was, I knew it couldn't end here.
"I'm sorry Bella. I am your father, this isn't right"
Charlie started to take a step back. Shame washed over me. Had he not masturbated to me nightly? Had I not both seen and been told of this? Yet he was, what? Trying to protect me? Trying to parent me? I am an adult, not his to protect or serve.
Protect or serve… I needed to find a way for him to arrest me. Then, he would have to touch me again. His resolve couldn't be that strong.
"Why did you pull me over?" I demanded, letting my frustration seep into my voice.
"Bella, you were driving at unsafe speeds. I thought your truck was being stolen"
"What would you have done if it was being stolen?" I questioned.
Charlie's brows knit together.
I took his confusion as a moment to pull my t-shirt down, exposing more of my breasts to him. He glanced at my newly unveiled skin, licking his lips before forcing his eyes back on me.
"If your truck was being stolen I would have arrested the person, and probably called Jake to come get your truck. It was going at high speeds for a regular car, and this truck is practically an antique. It will need to get a check up and Jake or Embry know this truck better then any overpriced mechanic." Charlie rattled off his process, eyes glancing at my body more often then he did before the kiss.
"And what will you do now?"
I saw him take a deep breath. Forcing myself to be patient and wait for the answer, I leaned back into my seat.
"Now… I will tell my daughter to drive safely, and I will see her at home."
Charlie took a step back, turning towards his cruiser.
"No!" I yelled, not being able to stop myself.
"No?" Charlie questioned, turning back to me.
"I will not drive safe"
"Bella…" He sighed my name like it was almost painful. "Please, as your Father"
"You are not my father. Mom told me, I am a fire mutt."
"You are not a mutt"
"So you are in fact my biological father? Shall I call up one of the cults that provide the DNA testing? We can pay for fast results, I should know in a week if you are truly my dad"
Charlie reached into the truck, unbuckling my seatbelt. He pulled me out onto the rain slicked road. Pulling my right arm behind my back he guided me towards his cruiser.
"Hey Jake, you still have a copy of Bella's truck key, right?" Charlie spoke into his phone. "Perfect. It's currently parked just outside of town headed east, yeah, thats the road. Will you be able to pick it up and check the engine? Oh don't worry, I will have Bella pick it up from you, she can tell you exactly what she was doing. Thanks, son."
Charlie opened the back of the cruiser.
"I don't think this is totally necessary" I told him.
"You don't think? Yeah thats an issue isn't it? You need to realize the human world has consequences."
I felt the tightening of the cuffs against my skin. Charlie pushed me into the car, laying me on my stomach, face down against the worn bench seat.
Charlie closed the door behind me. Climbing into the driver seat he drove slower then usual. Normally Charlie was very pragmatic, he drove with intent and appropriate speed. From the motions of the car, I could tell that if I wanted to I could have walked faster then he was currently traveling.
When the car finally stopped it was under the illumination of a streetlight. I tried to lift my head to see where in the world he had brought us to. Knowing it was Charlie driving, I felt safe. He wouldn't put me in a position that he didn't have control over.
He got out of the car. I waited for him to come and let me out, not sure if I wanted my punishment to be over, or just beginning. My arms strained against the cuffs. I was sure that I would have marks around my wrists for at least a day. Hopefully it would remain slightly cold for a few days, at least enough that I can wear a long sleeved shirt without questions.
When Charlie finally returned, he moved the car again, a garage opening, then closing sounded behind us. Charlie's strong arms hoisted me out of the car. I didn't think Forks had much in terms of crime, but the skill in which Charlie manipulated my body had me questioning that.
The police station was abandoned, as far as I could tell. Charlie guided me through the halls and around cubicles placed in the middle of vast rooms. I had never been this far into the station before, as every time I had visited prior was to drop something off for Charlie and he would simply meet me in the lobby.
I saw the sign outside of the last door before the holding cells. Chief , in bright gold letters.
Charlie opened the door, pushing me in until we were both concealed by the room, closing the door behind us. The blinds of the room had already been drawn and closed. I blinked, trying to see any details, but the space was simply dark shapes, with the only illumination the pinprick holes in the curtain, allowing light from the streetlamp outside.
Charlie pushed me against what I assumed to be his desk. His hand clasped around my neck, squeezing, but not hard enough to leave any mark.
"I don't care that you are not biologically mine. You are my daughter and I am your father" Charlie spoke harshly into my ear. "I raised you, cared for you, provided for you. I am your father. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Daddy"
Charlie groaned.
I pushed my hips back brushing against his bulge.
"Bella" Charlie moaned in my ear.
"Yes Daddy"
"No. You need to understand, this isn't right. Genetics or not"
"I want you" I whispered into the dark space.
With that the resolve seemed to waver, Charlie backed up before I heard the familiar zip of his fly. Desperately I wanted to turn around, witness him stroking himself. I could hear the disrobing happening behind me, I knew I would not be able to see the man I had fantasized about the entire time I stayed only one bedroom away in this dim lighting. Maybe he did that on purpose, keeping the space dark.
He had been raised a good church-going boy, it was obvious, whatever we were about to do, he did not want God to see.
"Isabella, Please tell me to stop. Tell me to un-cuff you, I will do it. I will do more then that. I will call you a ride home, I will find you a place that you can move into for the rest of the summer. A space that you wont have to live knowing how much the person who raised you as his daughter wants…" Charlie cut off his speech seeming to be searching for the right words to describe what he wanted to do.
I pushed my hips back, positioning myself as offering for him the best I could with my hands bound behind my back. Leaning over the desk, hoping in the darkness that nothing pointy would jab into me. Well that's not true. I felt myself dripping wet, I wanted one rock hard point to jab into me.
"Isabella" Charlie groaned as my ass found his member reaching out to meet me.
"Daddy, please fuck me"
Charlie's hands grabbed at my clothing until my lower half was bare to him. He reached between my folds and made a deep guttural noise when he found me slick and waiting. His fingers toying with my entrance, almost savouring the touch of my skin.
Momentarily, I wondered if he thought I was inexperienced. For the most part, all the sex I had was with supernatural men with incredible hearing. It would have been more surprising to me if Charlie had never known about my late night visitors. Both those that kept my virginity intact, and those who annihilated it multiple times.
Yet, the reverence in which Charlie touched me now spoke to his deep love for me. I had watched him pound into PTA moms night after night and yet, never once had I witnessed him caressing them with this much care.
"Isabella, I need your consent, I will not, can not, I love you too much to break your trust. Please, tell me what you want, tell me what you want to share with me."
"Daddy Charlie, I want to have sex with you"
The moan that sounded from his lips had my skin on fire.
Verbal consent seemed to be the only thing holding Charlie back. He pulled my hips until he was sheathed inside me. Within a few pumps of his cock to my core I understood why he had a rotation of women willing to take turns. Truthfully, I knew I would beg to be fucked by him again, and soon.
Each twitch of his cock had my toes curling. He impossibly was almost the same size as the shifter's cocks, yet he seemed to have an uncanny ability to reach every nerve at my core, sending me into an electrifying orgasm.
I was panting on the desk as Charlie grabbed the hand cuffs, pulling me up off the desk and forcing my back to arch, changing the location that his cock was now slamming into me. This sent me spiralling into another orgasm.
Pulling against the cuffs, I wanted to have an active role in his orgasm. Yet, Charlie was not giving over control. He was domineering, forcing my body to contort to his will. Each movement had me shaking with both overstimulation of my muscles and sexual satisfaction.
"Tell me what you are thinking little girl" Charlie moaned in my ear.
He bit down on my collarbone, as I shivered with the onset of another orgasm.
"Daddy, I want you" I cried out as the orgasm shot through my system.
"Fuck" Charlie cried out as streams of cum warmed my lower back trickling down to my ass.
Charlie released the cuffs from his hold, letting me collapse onto the top of his desk. Breathing hard, I tried to speak unable to find my voice. My body had been craving this man for years, now that I had him I knew I wanted him again.
"Bella" Charlie sounded out of breath, the strong man I had watched all those years had worn himself out with my body.
He un-cuffed me, my arms fell to the sides of the desk, and I felt almost boneless. Maybe I will have to train with Billy's ropes before we try the cuffs again. The blood slowly returned to the areas of my body I hadn't realized had been deprived. The desire to get up or dressed was waning with each deep inhale I took. If I was anywhere but hanging onto the side of my father's office desk, I might have fallen asleep.
Something cold and damp whipped at my skin. Momentarily, I panicked in my post orgasm haze, then the familiar humming started.
Charlie had not taken care of me often when I was young. I had lived with Renee for the majority of my young childhood. Yet, each time I was sick, he would come down and stay with us until I was healthy. Partly because he was the better parent when it came to vomit, body functions or general hospital stays, and partly because of his humming.
I remember calling him when I had a bad flu at five years old. He came down the next day, bringing soup from Sue. He would cuddle me and hum until I fell asleep. It was the most natural sound in the world now. The tenor of his hum was all I needed to hear to know I was safe and cared for. It was no different now.
Charlie picked me up like I weighed nothing, setting me down on a couch he had in his office. Soon, I was bundled up under a blanket. Charlie kissed my forehead and my eyes closed until the morning.
When I woke, I realized Charlie and I were no longer alone in the police station. It wasn't like a major city police set up where nearly a hundred people would be bustling around, luckily. Yet, the five or so that normally occupied the station could clearly be heard from my spot on the couch.
Pulling the blanket up tighter I had a panic, not wanting Charlie to loose his job. What would he be if not a police chief? It's not like that job has a substantial number of transferable skills.
I didn't dare to move, vowing to stay bundled on the couch until everyone left, even if that took days. I would not be caught after having sex with my dad. Bio or not, people wouldn't understand why I needed to have this sexy fucking daddy give me the best orgasms. Also, I didn't want to explain to anyone either.
The door to the office opened, I burrowed into the couch as far as I could go. Maybe the person would simply go away, seeing that Charlie wasn't in the office.
"Morning Bella" Charlie said before the door had fully closed.
I sat up seeing my Dad standing in front of me with two cups of coffee in hand. He offered me one of the cups, I greedily drank from it, more to delay any awkwardness then anything else.
"I brought you some pants from home. I don't think the leggings you had on last night survived" Charlie whispered sounding apologetic.
Double checking that the windows where closed and no one could see in I took the offered pants, pulling them up, watching the greedy eyes of Charlie watching me the entire time.
"About last night." Charlie swallowed hard "I know you gave me your consent but my offer still stands, if you want me to find you another place to stay for the summer-"
I cut him off, lunging for him. Kissing him hard. There was no doubt in my mind that what we did last night was both consensual and really fucking hot. Next time I wanted to do it in the light, so I could watch his body pounding into all of my openings.
"Please, please, please don't say you regret it" I whispered.
"I should. I mean I am old enough to be your dad. Fuck, I have been your active parent for years. Yet, no, I don't regret it. Not in the least."
"Good. Well, I should go. Let you finish your shift. Hopefully without any more desk adventures." I teased.
Yet, jealousy bubbled up in my gut. I had been watching him fuck many other people for years. Charlie was sexually active and good at it. The town knew, people talked.
The thought of him sleeping with someone else so soon after me had me seeing red. This was not good. I was going to need a distraction, and soon.
Charlie simply nodded.
"Next time, can we do it in the light?" I whispered my question.
"Next time?" Charlie looked hopeful, like a young kid on Christmas morning.
"If you want"
The smile he gave me told me everything I needed to know. Charlie guided me out of the police station. The receptionist told me how sorry she was that I was stuck on the side of the road, and how good it was that it was my dad on patrol. Charlie must have blamed my truck breaking down for why I was sleeping in his office.
The streets were barren of people as I walked home. Charlie had offered a ride, but to be in a confined location with him so soon after seemed like a recipe for becoming hooked on the man. I opted instead to walk the short way home.
My stomach grumbled as I passed the diner. Popping in, I waved to Angela behind the counter. She was still looking as cute as ever. She was running off her feet trying to keep up with the brunch demands.
I sat in a window booth and waited, knowing I wasn't in desperate need for coffee like the rest of the diners seemed to be. Most were parents with their children tossing sugar packets, they looked exhausted to just be out of the house.
Looking over the menu, it hadn't really changed in years, still had the "copyright 1996" in the corner. A few menu items had changed over the years, you could tell the newer items by the colour of the paper that was used to paste over the old options.
A hand pushed my menu down to the table. Looking across the booth, I was met with the one person in this town I didn't want to see.
Rachel Black.
Author Note: I'M SORRY! It was never my intention to leave you all with horny thoughts about daddy Charlie and not provide any form of relief or release for months! Your Smutty Godmother has returned! Go to the reviews and talk to me please, I missed you! I need you to let me know who/what/where you want Bella to sexually explore in the comments. (She still needs to get through the majority of the pack. (STUPID ALPHA ORDER...jkjk)) Glad to be back to all of you. Also hope you are having a fun and safe holiday season! xoxo - Meg