Chapter 6

Paul was starting to get anxious about how to introduce himself to Bella. Jacob prick was hovering over her like a personal bodyguard.

Paul needed something to do, so he decided to go and get himself another beer.

"You want another drink?" he asked Jared and Kim when he stood up and made his way towards the drinks table.

"Naw, we're good," Jared replied from Kim's tits. He had been sucking the life out of that woman the whole night. They should get the fuck out of here; it was disturbing to watch and listen.

Paul grabbed himself a beer and was just turning around to look for Sam when he saw in his great surprise that Bella was running towards him, looking back at her friends and just before she turned her head to see where she was going, she ran straight into Paul.

With an adorable oomph sound, Bella fell to the ground. Some of Paul's beer splashed on his t-shirt. Damn, was this really happening? He couldn't believe his luck. Paul smirked.

Bella looked a bit dizzy for a while; then, she looked at Paul. Fuck those eyes. They were chocolate brown with a hint of green around the irises. He could drown in them. He was drowning in them.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I ruined your t-shirt," Bella gasped.

Paul blinked and surfaced from the depths of her eyes, offering Bella his hand and helping her to stand up. He held her hand, maybe just a little bit longer than necessary. Bella glanced at him and took her hand away from his to wipe out the sand from her jeans. Paul's hand was tingling where Bella had touched him.

"No worries. It'll dry out soon. I'm Paul."

"Hi Paul, I'm Bella. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Paul replied. Fuck she was gorgeous.

"Let me try to clean it up a little," Bella said and took a few napkins from the drinks table.

Paul couldn't care less about his fucking shirt, but he didn't oppose Bella's hands on him. She pressed the napkin over his right nipple trying to suck away some of the moisture. He bit his lower lip to stop from moaning. She leaned closer; he could see freckles on her face. God, he loved those freckles. He inhaled her intoxicating scent.

"No, really, don't worry about the shirt; it'll dry soon enough," Paul said and took the damp paper from her hand and threw it into the trash can.

After clearing his throat, Paul asked, "so, you're a friend of Jake's?" Paul stated the obvious fact, but he had to start somewhere. He gulped down the half empty beer bottle and tossed it next to other empty bottles.

"Yeah, we've known each other since we were babies. I'm a good friend of Quil and Embry too. You know them?"

"Yeah, I've lived here most of my life. Who are your friends," Paul asked but regretted it right away. Hopefully, she didn't think he was interested in them. Hell no!

But Bella didn't think anything about it and replied, "the black-haired girl is called Ailani, and the blonde is Sarah."

"Ailani is from Hawaii, and Sarah is originally from England, but she lives in New York now. We all met when we lived in Honolulu, and they are now visiting me for two weeks to see my home here."

"That's great. How long did you live in Honolulu? That sounds pretty awesome," Paul asked, giving Bella his panty-dropping smile with his intense gaze filling with lust with every passing second.

Like he didn't know. He had been asking about her, and he did know quite a bit already. He also knew that she had a boyfriend in Honolulu. Of course, she had a woman like her. But long-distance relationships hardly ever worked, so he wasn't too worried about that.

Bella didn't seem to react to his blatant flirting in any way. She grabbed a water bottle from the drinks table, opened the bottle, took a sip, and answered, "three years."

Bella flipped her hair over her shoulder, and at that moment, her cardigan fell off, revealing the tattoo. Paul stared at the black ink picture next to her left shoulder blade; it was a turtle. Some kind of tribal design. Before he knew it, he raised his hand and softly brushed over the tattoo with his forefinger. So soft and smooth. He shivered at the contact, and the shiver went right into his already hard dick. His mouth went dry, and he licked his lips.

"Mmm… what's …?" Did his voice just fucking crack?! What was he, sixteen?

Paul cleared his throat and tried again, "what's that?"

His mind had started to fill with his latest fantasy involving that tiny turtle on her shoulder. His painfully stiff dick pulsed in his jeans. He tore his eyes off the tattoo and put his hands in his pockets, and raised his eyes to look at Bella's big eyes. Bella glanced quickly towards his crotch, where the hard bulge was very visible despite his attempt to hide it, and smiled. She fucking smiled.

Bella lifted her eyes to meet Paul's and said, "it's the Honu, a green sea turtle." She looked amused.

"The Honu? Is that like a turtle in Hawaiian?" Paul asked and felt stupid.

"Yeah, it is a turtle in Hawaiian. The Honu is a symbol of wisdom and good luck. It is the most sacred animal to the Hawaiians and magnificently beautiful when you see them in the ocean." Bella's eyes shone when she talked about those animals.

Paul drank in every word Bella said. His eyes moved to her full pink lips, and he just stared at them.

Bella stopped talking and seemed to be a bit uncomfortable under his intense gaze.

Paul snapped out of his lustful haze and turned his eyes back to hers.

"Oh, sorry, this is quite embarrassing, but you are so beautiful," Paul blurted. Shit! Shit! Shit!

Bella giggled and said, "you're not too bad yourself."

Paul was mortified. He had made a complete fool of himself.

Like reading his mind, Bella said, "Hey, don't worry, I find honest guys sexy."

She winked at him and turned around to leave. "See you around?" she swapped Paul's arm with the bottle she had drunk and grabbed two more bottles from the table. Then she danced away.

Was it a question? "Yeah, see ya!" Paul hurried to answer her.

Paul almost fell to his knees. There were so many feelings going through him. Too many.

Relief: She wasn't a bitch. She was amazing.

Lust: She was even sexier than he had fantasized. His whole body was buzzing after touching her.

Ecstasy: He had finally met the woman meant for him. Which was funny since he didn't know he was even looking for one. But he just knew it to be so, and he had to have her.

Fear and doubt: Now that he knew what he wanted and he fucking wanted her, wanted so bad, what if she didn't want him. Why would she even want him?

But before Paul could get too deep in his self-doubt, he saw Bella turning around and looking straight into his eyes. And she smiled that dazzling smile of hers. He wasn't sure what he saw in those eyes, but the look gave him the best feeling yet, hope. He was feeling hopeful.

Paul smiled back at her.

The sun was down, and it was dark. Paul had spent his night catching up with his friends and harboring the boner of the century. He tried not to stare at Bella all the fucking time, but it was hard. He did catch her watching him a few times, and when their eyes met, he felt a jolt going through him and straight to his dick. Paul felt smug. She was definitely interested in him.

Only twice did he has to piss off his former hook-ups, and to Paul's relief, they gave up quickly. Bella didn't see any of these interactions, which was good. Paul didn't want her to see what an asshole he could be. He wanted those bitches to know that he was off-limits, and he had acted accordingly.

No more fucking around. Ever. Paul has set his mind on getting Bella to himself, and nothing would stop him from getting what he wants. Not those dumb bitches, not Jacob, nor some hopefully soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. Bella would be his.

Paul hadn't drunk much. He wanted to stay sober. He needed all his senses. And it seemed that Bella wasn't a drinker; she had drank mainly water and just a few sips of the wine she had brought. Yeah, Paul was stalking her every move. He was a fucking stalker.

Jacob had given him a few steely stares, and every time Jacob caught him staring at Bella, he wound his arms around her shoulders and gave a peck on her forehead. To Paul's greatest satisfaction, he noticed that Bella had started to squirm away from Jacob's arms and pushed him playfully away, but he could see that she meant it: keep your hands to yourself. The little prick was clueless.

You little fucker won't ever be nothing more than a friend. Paul sneered to himself.

Bella was very attentive to her father and spent a lot of time chatting with Billy and Harry. Those old bastards seemed to be very taken by her and her friends. They all laughed a lot together, and Paul couldn't help the smile that spread to his face when hearing her laugh.

Paul left the beach quickly to take a leak, and when he came back, he saw Bella and her friends standing in front of Jacob.

What the fuck was happening?

Music was turned off, and people around the beach gathered closer to the bonfire to see what was happening. Girls had flower chains hanging from their necks, and they were standing bare feet in the formation of a triangle. Bella was in front, and her friends were standing behind her.

It seemed that they were going to perform something, maybe a dance. And it was a birthday present for Jacob. He also had one of those flower chains around his neck, and he was grinning like a fool. Well, Paul would be grinning too; he gave Jacob that much. What a lucky fucker.

The light from the bonfire was making big shadows behind the girls, and it beautifully illuminated their faces. Bella had closed her eyes. When the music started, the girls lifted their hands the way hula dancers do.

Girls said something from which Paul understood only Jacob's name, and then they started to move to the music. They swayed their hips and moved sideways to the right, back to the left, right, left... Their movements were sensual and so fucking sexy that Paul almost got off on the spot.

"Fuck the Lord," Paul breathed and bit his lower lip to press down his moan.

This all was total sensory overload for Paul. He just couldn't take it anymore. He'd been turned on for hours. He needed the release. But he wouldn't leave the beach for no other reason than Bella was leaving too.

He went to the food table, grabbed a few napkins, and walked further away from the crowd. He found a good spot deep in the shadows by a big log with a good view of Bella. She wouldn't see him, and since everybody's eyes were turned on the girls, no one would pay attention to him. He just had to keep it quiet. He needed to cum, and he needed it bad. His dick was throbbing, and even light touch through his jeans made him moan.

He rested his back on the log and spread his leg wider while digging his feet deeper in the sand. He loosened his t-shirt and lifted his other arm to rest on his bent knees to get extra cover. He checked that no one was watching him. No, everybody was staring at the girls.

He popped his jeans button open and slid down the zipper. He took out his dick and sighed; it was instant relief from some of the pain his stiff shaft had been causing him for hours now. His thumb slid over the leaking slit. His eyes rolled back to his head, and he suppressed his moan. He grabbed the pulsing member and started with slow strokes. He stared at Bella. He was ever so thankful for his good eyesight. This would not last long.

He squeezed and pumped. He had to force himself to keep his heavy-lidded eyes open. He wanted to see Bella when he came. He could taste blood; he had bitten his lip too hard when trying not to make too much noise.

Paul watched Bella swaying her hips and lifting her arms. She bent her head back, and her long hair swayed down over her pert ass. Her breasts were deliciously pushed forward, and her shirt lifted a little revealing her creamy skin around the belly button. Paul licked his lips and pumped harder, twisting his wrist. He had tried not to move his hips, but now he was fucking his hand in the synchronized speed of Bella's swaying hips. He licked his lips again and panted, breathing heavily. He needed this so bad. He needed her so bad. Paul's hand twisted and pulled, and all too soon, but probably for the best, he felt his balls tightening, and he came so hard that he had to bite his arm not to shout. He saw stars and felt dizzy. He fought to keep his eyes open, staring at Bella as he waited to come down from his high. The dance, too, was coming to its end, and people were cheering. Just that moment, Bella looked in his direction, and he felt buzzing electricity going through him; he almost came again. Jesus, that woman was meant to be his. He knew it.

AN:

So, now Bella knows that Paul exists. What do you think? Should she run a mile, is he a perv peeping Tom? Or should she stick around and get to know him better, see what kind of guy this sexy beast is?

Not sure at all how I've managed to write him, how you picture him to be like, hence the questions? :D

Hey MMTyler I loved your comment after last chapter. Poor Paul has become a stalker. At least for now.