Chapter 29

Paul heard Bella screaming, and his blood froze. He spun around and saw that Quil had grabbed Bella's waist from behind, and it had scared the shit out of her.

Paul ran to her, grabbed her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.

"Shh, baby, it was only Quil; you're safe," Paul comforted her.

"You fucking moron!" he shouted at Quil, "you scared her!"

"Fuck, man, I'm sorry. Bella, I didn't mean anything bad. I'm so sorry."

Bella was sobbing against him. He hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

"You're safe, baby," he said again.

After a while, Bella stopped sobbing.

"Oh God, I'm sorry, Quil, I'm so jumpy; you just took me by surprise, is all," Bella said quietly, nuzzling Paul's chest and wiping her tears into his shirt. He tightened his arms around her.

"It's not your place to apologize," Paul said, "He's a fucking idiot."

"Yeah, Bella, I'm a fucking idiot. I wasn't thinking. Bella, I'm so sorry," Quil said.

"Hey, that's fine. I need to get a grip. I can't keep getting scared every time somebody touches me," Bella sighed.

"Shit, I thought I was getting better," Bella said to Paul.

"But you are, you haven't had that nightmare for a few nights now, and this was physical contact that scared the hell out of you. I would say it was inevitable that you reacted that way. He grabbed you, for fucks sake, and you didn't see or hear him before he did that," Paul said and put his finger under her chin to lift her head so he could look her into her eyes.

"You are doing so well, baby. You really are." And kissed her.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Bella sighed. She kissed his jaw and skimmed her hands under his t-shirt. After the attack, they had noticed they needed to be skin on skin contact as much as possible. He fucking loved it.

They were at First Beach. Bella wanted to come to the bonfire to meet her friends before moving. It was only a week, and then she would be gone. Paul felt a lump rising to his throat, but he pressed it down and hugged Bella tightly.

It was a hot day for the second week of September, and Bella was wearing a yellow sun dress with big sunflowers. Her hair was all loose reaching down to her waist. She was absolutely breathtaking; as always, males around her couldn't keep their eyes off her. It was fucking annoying, not that he could blame them.

But he was keeping his possessiveness in check. So, when Jake hugged her, Embry kissed her cheek; he kept his hands to himself, not grabbing her possessively against him, smiled, sort of, and kept breathing. He had it harder when two pricks from Forks came by. They were a bit too friendly with their hugs.

"This is Eric, and this is Tyler," Bella introduced them to him after they had hugged her.

"They are both studying to be architects," Bella told him.

"That's cool," Paul said just to say something. He wasn't feeling chatty.

"Paul is the most amazing cook, and he'll be a chef," Bella told her friends, wrapping her arm around his waist.

Paul felt a smile spreading onto his face. Kissing the top of her head, he pulled her closer to him.

"Hey, that's so cool, man. I can't do shit in a kitchen," Tyler or Eric, he couldn't remember which, said.

"I'm going to ask you for a dinner when Paul comes to Seattle, and you'll have the best dinner you've ever eaten anywhere," Bella said, beaming at him. Paul leaned down to kiss her. He wasn't so sure about that like he would share her time with these pricks when he would be visiting her.

Then they saw that sloppy fucker from the bookshop.

"Hey, Bella," the prick came to them, looking warily at him. That's right fucker learned your lesson, hopefully.

"Oh, hey, Mike," Bella said, giving him a quick hug. Mike kept his hands in his pockets. Paul smirked.

"Hey, Mike, I'm sorry about the last time," Paul said. Bella had told him to apologize if they would ever see him again. So, there you go, fucker.

"That's ok. I guess I did grab her ass," Mike said, looking like the fucking idiot he obviously was.

"Yeah, you did, but I shouldn't have punched you anyway," Paul said, not truly meaning it.

They were dancing at the beach. Yeah, Paul Lahote was dancing with his woman, and he didn't care rat's shit if someone found that odd. The thing was, he never danced. No one had ever seen him dancing. But he danced now and couldn't get his eyes off Bella. Sun was setting, and her hair was catching the rays, making it look like a burning fire. Her eyes were shining, and she was laughing.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed her hips against him. She moved her fingers to his hair and scraped her nails on his scalp. Paul let out a hiss, and his eyes closed in their own accord.

He felt her hot lips skimming lightly over his jaw and her breath fanning his neck, kissing lightly.

"I love you, Paul," she whispered.

She brushed her hands down his arms, entwining their fingers together. She moved away from his body, moving with the music dragging him with her.

He was on fire. Every cell in his body was screaming with want.

She moved closer, lifted their arms, turned around so that his arms were crossed over her chest, and pressed her back to him, molding her ass against his hard on.

Music was beating in the background, but he really didn't even hear the song. His all senses were turned into this incredible woman, his woman in his arms. He leaned to kiss her neck, sliding his hand under her dress and skimming it over her flat belly to her mound. Bella took his hand and pressed it against her dampened panties.

"I want you, Paul! She whispered against his jaw.

"Ah … baby … ," he moaned and skimmed his fingers over her cotton-covered folds. He wanted her so bad.

She moved away from his grip and turned around. She led them further away from the crowd.

"I want you, baby, to take me, here and now. Don't think, just feel."

She had led them behind a big rock. Waves were crashing behind them but not quite reaching them yet, and people at the beach were all out of sight.

She pressed him against a sun-warm rock and kissed him hard on his lips. She lifted his shirt, wanting him to take it off. He did. Then she was fumbling with the button on his jeans.

"I want you to fuck me with all you have, please, baby," Bella said and kissed his neck.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, his voice thick with the need for her.

"Oh yeah!"

He tore her panties off and plunged two fingers inside her wet and hot softness.

"Ah... Paul ... take me … just feel," Bella moaned and crabbed his throbbing erection into her hand and pumped it.

"Fuck Bella … "

Paul widened his stance and leaned his back firmly against the rock. He lifted Bella onto his lap and slid her onto his hard cock, burying it in her sweet heat. Jesus fuck, that felt good.

"Ah, Paul … how hard … how big … " she arched her back, leaning back a little keeping her hands on his shoulders.

Paul moved Bella slowly up and down on his dick. Fuck, it was heaven, feeling her entirely around him, sucking him deep inside her.

Bella placed her feet's insteps against his thigs to get more leverage and rotated her hips against his. She was so wet, so fucking tight. He kneaded her ass cheeks and pulled a bit rougher to get deeper. Bella made sounds that were driving him crazy.

"Just like that, Paul... Be rough … I want hard!"

Paul squeezed Bella's body against his and thrust harder.

"Like this baby?" He was starting to lose his shit like he used to.

"Yes!"

He opened Bella's zipper at the back, and lowering the strap; he revealed her perfect braless breasts. He sucked the other nipple into his mouth. He tasted the sweat on her skin. He licked her collarbone and squeezed her ass harder, thrusting into her more forcefully.

"You feel so good, baby."

"You make me feel so good," Bella's nails were scraping the back of his neck up to his scalp, and he felt electric shocks everywhere. He attacked her mouth, eating her. He couldn't get enough. He felt like starving.

He turned them around and pressed Bella against the smooth sun warm rock. And kept thrusting into Bella's tight pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, clenching tightly around him, and nipped his ear.

"Let it go..."

Bella's words made him shiver. Then he did something he'd been afraid of the most; he turned Bella around and sheathed himself inside her in one hard thrust. Bella came in that instant screaming his name and spasming around him, her muscles grasping him, massaging him. Fuck he was really losing his shit.

"Ah... Bella you are sucking me so good," he moaned loudly.

He wasn't thinking anymore. He was feeling Bella around his cock, her soft breasts in his hands. He lifted her against his body and kissed her hard. Rubbing her clit he plunged into her.

"You feel so good, baby," he panted and kept thrusting.

"Fuck me, Paul," Bella moaned.

Paul slid his hand on Bella's back and pressed her softly forward with slow movement. Bella placed her hands against the rock and arched her back, pushing her ass against him. He fisted her hair around his hand. Sliding his hand up and down her spine, he made her shiver.

"More baby, fuck me hard!"

Paul grabbed her hip with his other hand and started slamming into her with all he had.

Jesus this was it; he was only feeling him and her. Bella sucked him deeper and deeper.

"Oh, God, Paul. Just like that! Let it go! More! Harder!" Bella moaned.

The rolling waves of the ocean were covering their sounds. He let out everything he had been holding in last month. And Bella was right there with him meeting his every thrust.

"Fuck baby," he panted, breathing heavily, "You want more?"

"Ah … Paul … yesssssss!"

He lifted Bella's other leg from her tight to change the angle where he hit her and felt the tightening in his abdomen and his balls same time as her wet pussy started to clench around him.

"Come, baby, I need you to come with me," Paul groaned and kept thrusting. Hard and deep.

Paul felt Bella sucking him deeper with every thrust, and just when he exploded inside of her, he lifted her against his body and kept her still while he pulsed his come inside of her.

He grabbed Bella's jaw and turned her head so he could kiss her. He ate her when she kept pulsing around his cock. He felt the happiness he didn't know even existed.

"I love you, baby! You are my everything!" he said, kissing every part of her face he could reach.

Then a big tidal wave crashed on them. Bella screamed happily and turned around and kissed him. When the withdrawing wave left them soaked and swooped the sand from beneath their feet, Paul was laughing too.

"Let's go swimming," Bella laughed and tugged him with her.

That day eventually came. There was no stopping it. The day Bella left. Paul had just arrived back home from Seattle. He and Charlie had driven Bella there and helped her get her stuff in, and Charlie had had an appointment with Dr. Cullen.

Parting Bella had been heartbreaking, but having Charlie with him on their way back had been oddly comforting. During their three and half hour drive, they've talked about Bella being away, had settled that Charlie would come to have dinner with him once or twice a fortnight, and he had told a bit about James's case. It hadn't been awkward in any way. It had felt nice.

Now he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, feeling miserable. Paul knew that the reason he felt so fucking bad wasn't only because Bella had left, but it was also his abandonment bullshit from his childhood rising to the surface. That shit he had tried his hardest not to think about. Not now, not ever. Maybe it was time to let Kai help him with this shit. He'd declined his offer so far, every time. Perhaps he could deal better being away from Bella if he could get his shit together with this abandoning issue. And seeing how Kai had helped Bella gave him hope he might be able to help him too. His scars run deeper, but they weren't untouchable.

He didn't remember his mother leaving. He didn't remember his mother much at all. It was a bit like she had never existed. She was a beautiful woman, that much he had seen in the photos, mommy Holly had saved for him. He had wanted to tear and burn all his childhood pictures after his father was killed, but Holly hadn't let him.

"You will want to see them someday," she had told him. Holly had saved him 20 photos he had looked at once. It was on the day after Holly was murdered. Even then, he had wanted to burn them but had respected mommy Holly's advice. It was two years ago. Photos were in the old shoe box hidden deep on the top shelf of his wardrobe, and he hadn't looked at them since. And he wasn't going watch them now.

Instead, he watched a picture of him and Bella on his phone screen. A smile spread on his face. He knew he was so lucky to have her, and her moving away didn't change anything. She loved him, and he loved her. He would miss her like crazy and worry about her being so far away for multiple reasons. He went nuts thinking about not being able to protect her if someone wanted to hurt her. He was jealous of everyone who was able to spend time with her. But he couldn't concentrate on those things.

He looked fuckin happy in that photo, and that he was. It was an incredible feeling to be happy, to love someone, to be loved. It gave hope, and it gave life its meaning. Those things he used to think were bullshit. But not anymore.