Chapter 11

Paul had his forehead pressed against the shower wall under his forearm, panting heavily. He had just jerked off the most intense orgasm ever. His legs were shaking, and the stars were still shooting behind his closed lids. Hot water was spraying on his back, and the thick steam made it hard to breathe.

If jerking off thinking about her feels like this, what would fucking her feel like? The thought made his dick twitch. He could still feel Bella's lips on his. Soft and hot and hungry. Paul groaned. He was losing his fucking mind over this woman. He could not have her soon enough. But based on their heated kiss today, he didn't have to wait long.

Bella hadn't exaggerated when she had giggled about them being arrested. Paul had had to use all his self-control not to fuck her on the spot. He had never in his life been so turned on. Ever.

She was so fucking everything: sexy, gorgeous, beautiful, funny, engaging, smart; the moment she had put those red-rimmed reading glasses on her nose, he had almost cum into his pants. She was so fucking sexy it hurt. The kiss had been the most intense and arousing he had ever felt.

Everything in her allured him. The way she smelled. Her pink lips curved into the most beautiful smile. Her silky hair that flooded down to her waist and those large brown doe eyes with thick and long lashes, cute freckles on the base of her nose, the hollow of her neck where she wore that black pearl of hers, her swanlike neck, oh how he had wanted to lick that neck, suck his mark there. He could go on and on. The way she shivered under his touch. The smooth and soft skin on her shoulder, that fucking tattoo on her shoulder, and those tiny seahorses on her wrist made him think if there were other tattoos she was hiding under her clothes. Even her voice made goosebumps on his skin. That sexy milk chocolate voice...

Paul's hand grabbed his half-masted dick, and he started slowly stroking down his hardening length. Long strokes, hips pushing slowly up to his palm. Slowly so very slowly.

How the fuck he was able to get hard again. He closed his eyes. His fantasy was filling his head. He was licking her neck, oh yeah. He tightened his grip and hissed. Her pulling roughly his hair and biting his lower lip. Fucking yeah. His hips started to thrust to his hand harder. He twisted and pumped.

"So good," he panted.

He leaned his head back and moaned. Her spreading her legs so he could fuck her with his tongue. Her hands grabbing his head and pulling him closer to her pussy. So, fucking good! His hips started to shake; he was exhausted; he honestly couldn't do this shit anymore.

"Fuck!" he shouted. The water had turned ice cold. He had used all the warm water.

"Fuck this shit," Paul groaned, switched off the shower, and stepped out.

He dried himself and pulled on loose sweats. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. It had become a habit for him: jerking off and drinking beer after. He drained the bottle in three big gulps and took another one.

He thought about where he could take Bella tomorrow. While he didn't deny that bringing her home was on his agenda, too, he wanted to do something nice first. Do some wooing and make her comfortable. He really wanted to make her feel good, pamper her. This was so new to him. He had never wanted to date any girl.

So, where to take her? She seemed outdoorsy, and he didn't want to waste time driving around.

There was a nice cave on Second Beach where they could watch the sunset. It was just high enough that he didn't have to worry about the high tide. If one thing led to another, they would be out of anybody's sight. He would make them something nice to eat and bring some white wine. If it rained, he would simply ask her to come to his house, and they could have a picnic on the living room floor by the fire.

Fuck yeah. Paul was happy with his plan. He emptied his second beer and grabbed his laptop from the kitchen table, and went to sit on his couch. He looked up the Culinary Arts School in Port Angeles he and Bella had been reading about earlier.

Bella had sparked his old dream into life. When mommy Holly was still alive, he had had plans to become a chef. He and Holly had made inquiries, and he had been ready to enroll, but Holly was murdered, and his whole life had gone down the drain.

Somehow, he had managed to do many chef gigs in the last two years. It had all started when he cooked for James and his bitch. There were some big shots at the party, and they wanted to hire him for their own parties. Few locally big names. Maybe he could use this experience somehow.

Yeah, he really should pick up with his plans and make something out of him. He did have some savings mommy Holly had left him in her will. He could use them. He had sworn not to touch that money, he didn't want to benefit from her death, but now Paul felt that he had been saving them for the right cause. He would use the money to be better for Bella, be worthy of her.

Because there was no way that he and Bella weren't going to be together, they would end up together sooner or later, and he was all set up for sooner.

Seeing that Lauren bitch today had brought up some unpleasant memories. He had hooked up with her once a couple of years back, and she was one of those bitches who thought he would be up for more than just one fuck.

Lauren had gotten his phone number from someone. It had been a pretty intense couple of weeks before she finally got the message: his relationships never lasted longer than tossing a used condom into a dumpster. Having Bella there practically in his arms when that bitch showed up made him realize even more what a treasure he had been holding. The memory of her lips on his, that hungry hot mouth eating him, made him groan. Fuck, he was a lost cause. And he didn't want it any other way.

About a week ago, Paul had gone to the rez clinic and done all tests for any possible STDs. He had never fucked any chick bareback, but he wanted to be sure. The results had come out clean. It was like a sort of cleansing ritual for him. He could not erase his bad fucks, but he could ensure that being with him was safe for Bella. He was sure he would never be with anybody other than her. He would rather die than not have her. That sounded crazy, he hardly knew her, but he was a crazy fucker. But rather than being a nut job, he liked to think that he was determined and set to get what he wanted. He was a man on a mission.

He wondered how much experience Bella had. He knew for sure that she hadn't fucked Jacob. When he added up all the information he got from various people to the fact Embry had told Bella never dating anybody while living in Forks, Paul was pretty sure she hadn't fucked anybody around here. He was pleased about that.

But of course, he didn't know anything about her life in Honolulu, where she might have had pricks lining up to fuck her. She was 21, gorgeous, and sexy as hell, and that kiss showed she had lots of experience in kissing. He didn't mind that as long as from now on, she would never fuck anybody else than him. Yeah, he was a possessive fucker.

On the boat trip, he had learned that Bella had broken up with this Bane prick. It made things go smoother since Bella seemed a moral woman, and she wouldn't start anything new while dating someone else. So, it saved time; she had already dumped her ex, and time was something Paul didn't have. He had to admit that he was worried about Bella leaving for college in less than three months. The idea of her being around horny college pricks made his blood boil. But it was inevitable that she would leave. His heart wrenched at that thought.

Paul sighed. He did some recipe hunting and found what he would like to make for their picnic. He got up from the couch, went to the kitchen to get his car keys, and headed to the grocery store. He needed to do some preparations today, and he would check miss Silaigo on his way back home. The last time he visited her, she had had an accident while showering, and he found her on the bathroom floor, unable to move. He worried about her.

Miss Silaigo was an elderly lady that now lived in the house he and Holly used to live in. It had become a habit for him to make little extra food, take it to her, and check that all was good with her. She was very old and didn't have any family visiting her. He didn't mind seeing her; he liked to visit the place; it brought up warm and nice memories. But there was only so much he could do for her. She really should get some extra help.

The weather turned great, and the sun was shining when Bella pulled into the parking lot next to Second Beach. They have agreed to meet there at 7 pm.

Paul was waiting for her with his picnic basket; yep, he had actually gone to Target and bought a fucking basket. Was there anything he wouldn't be ready to do for this woman? He also had a blanket and extra jacket for Bella if it got too chilly.

He hoped to God that none of his friends would see him. He would never live it down if Paul Lahote was spotted waiting for a woman carrying a basket. Not that he really gave a damn; it was all for Bella. He would live.

Bella's face broke into a dazzling smile when she got off her truck and saw Paul. Her hair was in a long sleek ponytail, showing her beautiful neck. Fuck she looked edible. She was wearing skinny jeans and hiking boots with a warm-looking sweater, and on her arm, she carried a waterproof jacket. In late June, the nights were still quite chilly most of the time. Hell, like it ever got warm here. Paul did wonder how Bella felt about the cold and wet after the years in Hawaii. It must suck.

"Hi," Bella greeted.

"Hi." Paul was fighting the urge to pull Bella to him and kiss her. Instead, he asked, "how did it go with Peter. Got a good deal?"

"Yes. It went well. I'm going to start with two five hours days per week, and I can choose the days, and the time of the day I'll go in. Tomorrow is my first day. On those days Peter needs to go to Port Angeles or Seattle, I'm working longer hours. Maybe two-three times a month," Bella told him.

"Sounds great. I take it you're happy."

"I sure am. I have always dreamed of working in a bookshop. If I suck as a biologist, I will buy my own bookshop," she grinned at him.

"I'm sure you will do great as a biologist. But it's good to have a backup plan. Hey, let's go. I'm starving."

Paul took Bella's hand and led her in the right direction. Their fingers entwined together. Bella glanced down at their joined hands and smiled, but she didn't pull her hand away.

"So, what's the story about this cave?" She asked.

"Huh?" Paul was caught up with the feeling of holding Bella's hand, how natural it felt. Yet again, new First for him, he had never held a woman's hand like this.

"The legend about the cave, the story told by the bonfire?" Bella prompted him.

"Um... I don't know if there are any legends about this cave, but the smugglers used it over a century ago, and it used to be a resting place for the fishermen and hunters who came from the northern shores to fish and hunt the sea otters. They have found lots of ancient otter's bones and some artefacts from the cave."

Bella winched.

"It's hard to believe someone wants to kill those beautiful animals. But I guess they were well used back in those days; nothing was wasted," she said.

"Yeah, I remember reading with mommy Holly about local history, and sea otters were very important to all native people along the Pacific coast. They used everything: meat, fat, and fur. And otter paws were believed to hold some powers. It was the fur trading that almost got them extinct. Native Americans used sea otters for at least 10 000 years, but white people almost destroyed them in less than a century," Paul told Bella.

"Yes, it's the same story everywhere in the world, white people wiping out indigenous animals and indigenous people. The local history sounds fascinating."

"Yeah, it is. Mommy Holly also told me lots of stories and legends about our people. The one that stuck with me the most was the story of how us, the Quileutes, were changed from wolves into humans by a wandering Transformer."

"Oh, is that what the wolf in your arm is? A legend?" Bella asked.

"Yeah. I took the tattoo after mommy Holly was murdered. That way, I felt that she would always be with me."

Bella squeezed his hand. It made Paul's heart swell.

They arrived at the cave. Luckily, no one was there.

Paul laid down the blanket and started to take out the food.

"What did you make today?" Bella came to sit with him, and her eyes widened when she saw all the different kinds of foods Paul had made. He had carried out a bit, but he really had wanted to make different things Bella could choose from what she liked the best.

"There are some spinach-feta pastries, zucchini patties with dill dip, mini ham quiches, cut vegetables with mustard dip, and pecan pie muffins for dessert. And cut watermelon." Paul told and moved closer to Bella. He wanted to feel her warmth and smell her scent; it was that ocean breeze, green tea again, and a hint of coffee. The scent made his nostrils flare. He fought the urge to grab her to his lap and kiss her. Not yet.

"You know it's insane that you make all these wonderful foods. Right? How long did it take you to make all these?" Bella praised him.

"I really don't know. I lose track of time when I cook. But it wasn't so long. These were easy and fast, and I made some preparations yesterday. I hate the grocery shopping, and that takes the most time."

Bella took a bit of a spinach-feta pastry and let out a moan.

"Holy hell, these are good. What are they called?"

"Spankopita Spinwheels. I found the recipe online and wanted to try them."

Bella tasted the fritters and assured Paul that she would die happy if she hadn't anything else to eat than those fitters. Paul chuckled and opened the wine bottle. He poured it into the glass and gave it to Bella.

He asked her more about Hawaii and the reasons to move back to Forks. He was curious if she was eventually planning to move back to Honolulu.

"I felt my dad needed me more than my mum, especially after his accident. He won't say as much, but I can see that he is pleased that I came. Of course, I'll be going to Seattle in a couple of months, but it's still much closer than Honolulu," Bella told him and continued, "and I know this might be hard to believe, but I missed Forks and La Push. All the gloominess and fresh cold air. You can get too much sunshine, you know."

"Well, I really don't know about that," Paul said and shifted closer to her so that his right hand he was leaning into was just behind Bella's ass and murmured close to her ear, "but I must say I don't complain that you came back." Moving even closer, he said, "tell me, what is it that you need?"

He was starting to lose all his restrains. He fucking wanted her so bad. He pressed his lips to her jaw and kissed it lightly. He could feel Bella shiver. It resonated with every nerve in his body, traveling to his already pulsing cock. He suppressed a moan. He was losing his shit, and he was losing it fast.

"Umm… that is a hard question. I'm not used to thinking so much about what I need," Bella said.

"Oh, but you should." Paul kissed the corner of her mouth. Bella's breath hitched, and she closed her eyes.

"Hey, tell me something," Paul said and skimmed his thumb over Bella's tattoo on her wrist. He took Bella's hand and kissed the tattoo lightly.

"I've been thinking, you know," he kissed it again, "if you have more tattoos," another kiss, "maybe somewhere not so easily seen. Hmm?" Kiss.

Bella turned her head, kissed the corner of his mouth, and whispered to Paul's ear, "well, that's for me to know and for you to find out."