Chapter 40

"Say it again," Paul asked. His dick was hard in an instant after hearing her possessive words.

Bella's eyes were flashing with anger and lust.

"You are MINE."

He crashed his mouth against hers. He wanted to eat at her, fuck her again. HE was HERS! He needed her now. Bella moaned and scraped his scalp, making his lust tenfold. But then Bella forced her mouth off his.

"Paul, we need to stop. Our guests are probably waiting," she panted.

Paul could feel Bella didn't want to stop either, not really.

"Fuck them."

"Yeah fuck them, but I want to eat. It looked so damn good there, and it will all be gone soon."

Paul kissed her shoulder, resting his head on the crook of her neck, and sighed. Shit, he didn't want to share her with anybody tonight. Had it really been his idea to throw this party? Fucking moron. Well, they wouldn't stay too long. He was taking her to a hotel later tonight.

"Yeah, let's eat. I'll have another surprise for you later."

"Surprise? Paul, what surprise?" Bella asked.

"What surprise it would be if I told you?"

He helped Bella down from the sink and buttoned his jeans. His dick had been all ready for round two. Fuck, he had been all ready for rounds two and three, and then four. He'd been missing her like crazy for last week and a half.

He went to the shower stall and opened the water, knowing Bella would want to do a quick wash.

"Take a quick shower, and I'll go and see if everybody has found what they want to eat."

Paul closed the bathroom door behind him and adjusted his jeans before leaving Bella's room. He was so horny he didn't know how long he would be able to resist not dragging her the hell out of here. An empty hotel room was waiting for them, and it was all he could think about.

All seemed good; people were eating and talking, and music played softly in the background.

He went to the kitchen to make Bella a plate. She had been right, the food was disappearing fast, and some dishes were almost gone.

"Hey man, you have to give us your recipes so that Angela can make these for my birthday party. This shit is damn good," Ben came to him.

Paul chuckled.

"Sorry, man, I don't have recipes for these exact dishes, but I can give you a webpage where there are pretty good tapas. Give me your number, and I'll send it to you."

"Hey, thanks, man. I mean it, this is the best food I've ever eaten."

"Good to hear." Paul sent the weblink to Ben's mobile.

"I have to go and show this to Angela," Ben said and left.

Paul turned back to the table.

He felt someone touching his ass. What the fuck?

He spun around, and there was that Tyler's bitch again. Paul felt something in his back pocket and took out a piece of paper. You gotta fucking be kidding me.

"What's this?"

"It's my phone number. I was wondering," the bitch said, batting her eyelashes, "if you would be interested in cooking for my friends and me next weekend. I'm having a party, and I could use your talent." She came closer and brushed her finger over the wolf on his upper arm. Paul moved so she couldn't touch him.

Was this bitch really this dense? Hadn't he been clear enough earlier about what he thought about her?

The hell would freeze over before he would "cook" for that bitch.

"Not interested," Paul grunted and gave the slip of paper back to her.

"I pay well. Two grand for the night."

Shit, this bitch was crazy.

"Was it too hard to understand? Not. Interested."

"Hey, come on. Don't be a fool. I'm sure you could use the money."

Was she really that fucking stupid that she thought she could buy him? He was starting to get pissed, fucking pissed.

"Do the decent thing and fuck off. Tyler is waiting for you," he spat.

"Who do you think you are? You're nothing more than Indian trash living on the dole-outs from the government. You should be happy that I'm offering you this gig. Fucking asshole. You're nothing but scum."

Fuck, this shit wasn't happening. Paul had to keep his anger in check. It was Bella's birthday.

"Go back to Tyler and be smart enough to keep your fucking mouth shut, or I'll throw you out."

The bitch's mouth flew open. "How dare you!?"

Paul turned his back on the bitch and continued to collect food for Bella. Jesus, he was so tired of this bullshit.

Most of his drunken fights in his past had been about some fucker calling him scum or something as uplifting, and he'd lost his shit. After every time, he had thought about being a bigger person next time, as Mommy Holly and Kai had taught him, but those noble thoughts disappeared every time someone opened his mouth about his heritage. And now there was this fucking bitch thinking she could just buy him.

At school, some idiots implied that he was getting special treatment because he was a Native American. Fuck they were just jealous of his skills. He was the best fucking student they have ever had; his teachers had said as much. Of course, the school got some funds from the government because they educated him, but that would more likely make them want to keep him there longer than help him to get the certificate earlier—Sooner out less money for them.

"Hey, are you okay?" Paul heard a voice and felt a hand on his arm. He winched and tugged his arm away. Why the fuck do people keep touching him? He was sick of anyone else touching him than Bella. He looked who it was. It was Megan. Why the fuck was she touching him?

"All good," he said and moved away from her.

"I heard what that bitch said. I hope you don't let that get to you."

"Ha, if you only knew how many times I've heard shit like that. I don't fucking care. But I fucking hate that it's happening here, it's Bella's birthday, and I don't want that shit here."

Megan moved closer. Paul withdrew.

"Megan, what the hell?"

"Oh, sorry, Paul, I was just worried about you. It must feel terrible when you have to listen to that shit," Megan said but didn't come any closer. Thank fuck for that.

"Well, don't, I don't need a pity party. I know how to handle that shit. And I would appreciate it if you didn't touch me again."

Megan looked hurt. What the fuck did she expect?

Had everybody lost their marbles tonight?

He grabbed Bella's plate and left to the living room just to see Bella coming out of her room. Seeing her made him relax.

"Here you go, baby, there's a bit of everything." He kissed the top of her head and breathed in her scent. He wanted to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible.

"Thanks, baby."

"Hey, Paul, come here!" Ben shouted. Paul leaned to kiss Bella and went to see what Ben wanted.

Ben wanted to know more about the recipes on the webpage he had given him. He gave him a few pointers about making good tapas. He looked around and saw Bella talking with her school friend.

Tyler's bitch was sucking Tyler's face. Paul was sure she wouldn't bother him anymore but fuck, he was pissed at Megan. He really hoped he was overreacting, but he had seen the look on her face. But she was Bella's friend, for fucks sake.

The rest of the evening went without a hitch. Tyler took his bitch and left early. She did shoot daggers at him on a few occasions. Paul held Bella close, and Bella was wrapped around him, touching him all the time, making the night tolerable for him. He was desperate to get her alone to hold her, make love to her.

He had to tell her about Megan, but he didn't want to do it tonight or necessarily tomorrow either. It was her birthday, and he wanted to make it special for her. Fuck, that was sick. It was one thing to have feelings; one could hardly help how you feel but to act on them. What the fuck had she been thinking?

"Hey baby, are you ready to leave?" Paul asked Bella when the time was almost 9 pm. "I can't wait much longer to get you in bed. I've packed your bag. We'll be away for two nights."

"Sure, let's go. I'll go tell Megan and say bye to everybody."

Paul called a cab. They were going to the Four Seasons hotel. It had been Paula's idea to get Bella some luxury pampering. She and Charlie and Kai and Miss S. had all wanted to contribute. So now they had two nights in a suite with a bay view. Paul could not fucking wait to get the hell out of here. He would have taken her to a hotel anyway; they needed time and place just for them two, especially after tonight.

Paul waited in the hall with their bags when Bella came.

"All good to go?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, they leave soon to a bar, and Megan promised to clean up the mess tomorrow."

Paul took Bella's hand and tugged her under his arm. Bella melted against him and sighed. She did feel a bit tense too.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see soon enough," Paul answered. He wanted her to see herself. It was going to be fucking awesome.

They finally arrived at the hotel, and Paul grabbed Bella's hand and led her toward the lobby.

"Wow!" Bella gasped. "You shouldn't have spent this much money."

"Relax, baby. It's a present from your dad and Paula and Kai and Miss S. They wanted to give us time just for the two of us."

"Really? That is so sweet of them."

"Come on. I'll get our key. You can wait over there," Paul showed her the nice-looking lounge area and went to the reception.

He got the key, and the receptionist told him they had a late check-out on Monday, so they could stay until 4 pm. Luckily, he had a day off, so he didn't need to leave until late, and Paula had probably sneaked the information out of Bella that she didn't have anything on Monday either.

They took the lift to the top floor room. Lift's door opened straight to the suite.

"Holy fuck!" Paul said, and Bella gasped, "oh, Paul, this is amazing!"

They walked in and looked around. The place was huge with expensive-looking modern furniture, thick cream color carpet, and fantastic-looking lightning. Paul had never seen such luxury in his life. He thanked Paula and the rest in his mind. This was just perfect for Bella. Nothing was too good for his wife.

Bella walked to the window wall. It was dark outside, but you could see the opposite shore's lights and boats and ships floating at the bay.

"All those lights. It is so beautiful," Bella sighed

Paul walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling her neck, kissing the spot where the jaw meets the neck.

"Not as beautiful as you are." Paul lifted Bella to his arms and captured her lips for a kiss. Bella wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed happily.

"This is absolutely perfect, Paul."

"Yep, and now I'm taking my birthday girl to the bed."

Paul carried Bella to the bedroom. They both gasped when they entered the room. It was a massive room with a four-poster bed, and there was a big mirror close to the bed.

"Check that out, baby; we can watch us fuck."

Bella giggled, "I guess we should start fucking then, my dear husband."

Paul woke up and found the bed empty. He got restless. Where was Bella? He got up and went to look for her. She wasn't in the bathroom.

"Baby, where are you?" He called. He left the bedroom and entered the vast living space. Bella was sitting on the floor by the window wall, looking at the scenery.

He watched her. There wasn't anything as beautiful as her. He could spend the rest of his life just watching her. She was wearing his t-shirt, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. Sights from last night filled Paul's mind. Bella spread open before the mirror, him fucking her with his fingers. His throbbing cock sliding into her, and them watching themselves while their joined bodies made love. That had been a mind-blowing experience.

Bella had a coffee cup in her hand. She took a sip and grimaced, not her liking then. He chuckled. They should order good coffee for breakfast.

Bella noticed him then. "Oh, you woke up. I didn't want to wake you. You seemed so tired yesterday."

Paul walked to her and sat behind her, pulling her tightly against his chest between his knees.

"Yeah, I was quite beat. But I hate to wake up when you're not in bed," Paul said and nuzzled her neck.

"This is amazing, Paul. I could sit here all day and just watch those boats on the bay."

Paul looked at the scenery, and it was nice. He loved the hue of the blue on the water; it looked so different here than in La Push, where it was almost always gray.

Bella lifted her hand to his cheek and turned his head to kiss him. His dick sprung into life, poking Bella's rear end, and she moaned.

She placed the coffee cup she held in her other hand on the floor and turned around. She kissed him and pushed him down to the floor, his back pressed against the thick carpet as she straddled him. She sucked his neck and bit his earlobe. Shivers ran through his body. She ran her nails down his sides, and he moaned, stretching his arms over his head. She kissed him hard, biting his bottom lip as her other hand found his stiff cock and started to pump it.

"Ah … Your cock is so hard." She spread the precum over his length and twisted her wrist around his cock, making him shudder.

"It's all yours, baby."

She moved off him and leaned to kiss his chest, licking her way to his other nipple.

Paul moaned when Bella nipped the nipple. She licked and nibbled her way down to his crotch and kissed the top of his cock. His hips jerked at the contact. She took him into her mouth and sucked the head. Her hands were pumping the base, and she started to suck him deeper into her mouth. She twisted her tongue around the head and sucked him in again. He was in heaven, having her lips wrapped around his cock.

He started to thrust his hips fucking her mouth. Bella hummed, and the vibration was so fucking good.

"Fuck … baby..."

He propped to his elbows and spread his legs wider. Bella cupped his balls, and he was so fucking close to busting.

"I'm close, baby," he panted. "So fucking close." His balls started to tighten when Bella rolled them in her hand.

She moaned; it was the final straw, and he came. His hips jerked, and he groaned loudly, throwing his head back.

"Ahh … Jesus Christ, baby."

Bella swallowed all and licked the top before letting his dick fall out of her mouth. She was fucking beautiful with flushed cheeks and sparking eyes with that mischievous look in them. His breath hitched; even now, it was sometimes hard to believe that she was his, his wife.

"Jesus, baby, you are amazing," he panted and dropped back on the floor.

"I know," Bella said, smiling against his abdomen. She kissed her way up and kissed his lips lightly.

"I noticed that something bothered you yesterday. Was it that Tyler's bitch or is there something else?"

Damnit, now would be the time to tell her about Megan. He didn't want to risk their fun weekend together, but he couldn't say that anything wasn't wrong. It would be lying.

"Yeah, there is something," Paul said with a sigh. He got up. "I'll get something to wear, and then we can talk." He didn't feel like talking about Megan bare-assed.

Bella looked confused, but she nodded. Paul helped her up from the floor, kissed her, and went to find something to wear. He rammed through his bag and took out sweatpants.

"Should we order our breakfast now or later?" Paul asked when he returned to the living room.

"Um, I think I want to hear what is on your mind first," Bella said.

She was sitting on the couch, a big blanket wrapped around her. She opened her arms, inviting Paul to join her. He did.

"I guess there is no soft way of putting this, but I think Megan is in love with me, and yesterday she kinda made a move on me," Paul said.

"No," Bella gasped.

"Yes. She heard that Tyler bitch trying to insult me and thought I needed some kind of comforting, and after touching my arm, she tried to move closer still. It doesn't sound bad, but the look on her face said it all," Paul said, looking at her.

"Oh shit," Bella said quietly.

She looked puzzled and was quiet for a long time.

"What did that bitch say to you?"

"It doesn't matter," Paul said.

"But I want to know, please, Paul," Bella said.

Paul didn't want to tell her, but he did.

"Oh my God, Paul, that's terrible." He saw tears forming in her eyes.

"Hey baby, everything is okay. I'm used to people saying all that crap to me, and it doesn't happen so often," Paul told her and pressed her tighter against him. Shit, he didn't want to start this conversation.

"But that's it; you shouldn't be used to people saying something so disgusting to you," Bella said. "How can people be so cruel and heartless, so ignorant?"

"I don't fucking care what people think or say," Paul said, his anger rising. He abso-fucking-lutely hated talking about this shit.

"But you should. I mean, it is okay to be hurt when people treat you like you are something less than they are. I know you don't like me saying this, and I get that it is how you shield yourself from those damn idiots."

Paul really really didn't want to do this now. He knew Bella wanted to discuss this with him, but not now. Preferably never.

"Baby, if you don't mind, I don't want to talk about that shit now."

"Yeah, I understand, and I don't mind. I love you, Paul, so much," Bella said. She took off her t-shirt and straddled him molding her body against his, skin on skin. He felt himself relax and warmth spreading through his whole body.

"You are so beautiful, inside and out. You are the most amazing man in the world," she said and hugged him tightly.

"Yes, I know, baby, you've shown me that."

They stayed like that for a while. Bella's stomach rumbled.

"I guess that is my cue to order breakfast," Paul chuckled.

Bella laughed, "Yeah, I could eat a horse."

"But baby, you know what," she continued, "I can't be mad at Megan. Well, I am a bit, but I do understand her reaction. She hates discrimination and racism probably even more than I do. She had her boyfriend in New Zealand beaten almost to death because he was a Maori. Simply and only because she was a white, blond girl and he was a darker-skinned Maori."

Paul sighed.

"I should've probably guessed that you would have some explanation for her actions," Paul said. His wife was the most understanding and emphatic person he knew, sometimes probably too much so, and in this case, he was ready to think she cared too much about other people's emotions and shit like that.

He wanted to be a bit pissed at her for not being more upset about Megan. Wanted Bella to be angry at her. But she wasn't like that, not when it came down to her friends. She wanted to understand, needed to understand, and she was the most loyal and selfless person, and he loved her for that.

"I know I should hate her being in love with you, but I can't. People can't choose who they love. It must be very hard on her, watching us together all the time. And you know what she told me yesterday," Bella asked.

"What?"

"That Jedd was in love with me, and he hung around at our place only to see me."

"Fuck! I knew it!" Paul growled, sitting up. He had seen how that fucker had been eye fucking Bella in every chance he got. That fucking prick. And to think he was there almost every day...

"Shush now, baby," Bella put her finger over his lips. "You don't have any reason to get worked up like that. The whole situation makes me feel horrible as it is. Poor Megan."

"Look, I don't give a damn how she feels. I'm not that good of a person, and sometimes I think you shouldn't give a shit either. But if this makes you feel bad, maybe you should move out sooner. We could start looking for a place of our own. It is still quite many months before I can move here, but it wouldn't hurt to start looking. Something nice might turn up," Paul said, hoping she would move out as soon as possible. He didn't like the idea of being around Megan anymore. It made him feel fucking uncomfortable.

"That might be a good idea. But it will be our first home together. We need it to be nice," Bella said, capturing his lips for a kiss.

Paul's stomach grumbled, and he ordered them a huge breakfast.

"After we're eaten, we're going to the jacuzzi to marvel at the view," he said with a wink.

"There was also a mirror, wasn't there?" Bella asked.