Chapter 15
Paul kissed Bella's shoulder. The skin was soft and smelled like strawberries; freckles scattering over the creamy skin made him think of cream with strawberries. He brushed his lips over the skin stretched over her collarbone. Sliding down the strap of the green bikini top, he moved his mouth to suck the pulsing point on her neck. He cupped her breast, squeezing it in his hand. She moaned his name, tilting her head to the right giving him more room to kiss, lick, suck. She lifted her ass against his pulsing cock, rubbing it against him.
So good. So fucking good. Paul panted, tightening his grip on his shaft and twisting his wrist. With his free hand, he cupped his balls, tugging at them. Moaning out loud, he slid his hand along his cock brushing his thumb over the sensitive tip. So damn fucking good.
Bella turned her head, and Paul captured her lips into a deep kiss, tangling his tongue with hers. Paul pulled her bikini bottom down her thighs, her legs. Threw them over his head. He slid his cock over Bella's butt crack teasing the rosebud there. She pushed against his shaft, moaning, begging him to fuck her. He took his cock in hand and dipped the head inside her, and spread the moisture along her slit until he couldn't wait any longer, and with one strong stroke, he was balls deep inside her hot, wet, tight pussy.
"Yes, I fuck you!" fisting his cock, his hips thrust with the motion. He was so wired up it didn't take long, and he was coming before he'd even properly started.
"Fuuuuck!" Paul groaned loudly and arched his back as streams of hot spunk shot all over his stomach, some reaching his chin. White flashes shoot behind his eyes. He slumped against the pillows of the couch he was lounging on. Breathing heavily and his heart thumping furiously against his ribs, he stayed still, keeping his eyes closed, keeping the image of Bella in her bikini in his mind.
It was getting ridiculous. Today, Paul visited Bella with ready-made picnic food like a fool carrying a picnic basket. It was a sunny day, and he thought about having a picnic in her backyard. Paul had heard her singing behind her house, and he'd gone straight there only to be hammered by the sight of half-naked Bella sunbathing in her bikini. He'd almost come into his shorts. He would never be able to unsee that body. The flair of her hips, narrow waist, round ass, and breasts that would be just perfect for his hands. She'd pulled on some clothes, making it possible for him to form a sentence, but his imagination had run wild ever since like it had needed any more fuel. Damnit.
With a heavy sigh, Paul grabbed the towel drying up on the railing on the back terrace. He cleaned himself up and pulled his shorts on. His cock was still supper sensitive, and he groaned at the contact of his skin and denim.
He went to the bathroom to wash his hands. He leaned over the sink, watching himself in the mirror. "What the fuck are you going to do?" he asked from his reflection for the thousandth time. His left eye still sprouted a faint bruise from the punch he got from Jacob earlier. After leaving Bella with her lime green bikinis and hot as fuck body, he'd first jerked off in the forest and then ran to the baby alpha and asked him to spar with him. Paul had been so agitated he'd needled Jacob to his limit, and the fight had been real by the time Sam had alpha ordered them to stop. It was a good thing they healed fast.
He would simply go mad if he didn't get to have Bella soon. The past few days they'd spent time together had been amazing, them getting to know each other better, him falling deeper and deeper every time he set his eyes on her. But every time he saw her, it was getting harder and harder not to claim her, to make her his.
She was clearly in denial. Her body told him what he already knew, but intellectually, she was fighting, keeping herself out of his reach. She'd told him about her ridiculous discussion with Billy. The damn girl thought that the thing they had would be possible to erase. That there could be a cure to help them eliminate the insane attraction between them.
She was thinking like he had after he'd just imprinted on her: that it wasn't real, that it was some cosmic bullshit messing with them. But she didn't understand that the wolf was happy with how things were; to be only her protector, and oh boy, didn't she need one, badly. But for him, there would never be another woman but her. It was no magic; there was no cure other than his cock sliding deep into that hot tight body, him thrusting into her, claiming her over and over and over again... His cock twisted again. Damn!
He went to the kitchen and took a beer from the fridge. Leaning against the kitchen island, he took a swig. Bella just needed to be honest and not try to keep things as they were. That Tyler twit wasn't meant for her; he was.
She needed to ditch that prick. The sooner she did it, the easier it would be for her. When the boyfriend was gone, she didn't need to explain to anyone why he was there. Because as sure as hell wasn't frozen, he would be following her like a shadow as long as the tracker was after her.
And after the tracker was gone, they would live in a long-distance relationship as long as needed for her dreams to come true. He doubted he could ever leave La Push for longer than a few days, maybe weeks at the time, and he could manage her living in Seattle and finishing her studies to become a doctor, and he wanted that for her because it was what she wanted. But he could not manage her being with another man. He was going to make her understand that. But how? The woman was as stubborn as a mule. Paul laughed humorlessly as he recalled Jacob telling him that Bella wasn't stubborn without a reason and that she might want him to be his friend only.
"Friends, my ass," Paul huffed and took another swig.
Paul's musings were stopped by Jacob, who ran to his yard shouting, "Paul! We need to go to Bella. The Cullens lost the tracker!"
"Angela?" Bella gasped as she opened the door, "... Hi. What brings you here?"
"I wanted to talk to you. Can I come in?" Angle asked. She was a mess. Her hair needed a good wash, and she looked like she'd slept in her clothes.
"Um... sure," Bella said, moving so Angela could walk past her. She wasn't exactly sure if letting her in was a good idea; Bella wasn't too happy to see her. She could not forgive Angela for what she'd done to Paul, and being the cause, she'd been shot. But perhaps it was good to hear what she had to say, and she wanted to hear why she did what she did.
Angela stepped inside and looked nervously around. Bella followed her as she walked into the living room. She stopped and turned around, her eyes flashing angrily. "This is all your fault!" Angela spat.
Bella was taken aback by Angela's hostile accusation. "What is my fault exactly?"
"Don't play dump. You took Paul away from me. He was meant to be with me!" she shouted.
Bella was baffled; this made no sense. "Angela, you need to calm down."
She was pacing back and forth in the middle of the living room, making Bella's head spin.
"Don't you dare to tell me to calm down! It's because of you..." Angela's voice cracked, "he was happy with me before you came along. Are you sleeping with Paul?" she asked, wiping tears from her cheeks.
Bella barged out a laugh. "Angela, you are being ridiculous."
Angela stopped her pacing. "Are you sleeping with Paul?" she repeated.
"You cannot be serious. Of course, I'm not sleeping with Paul. I'm with Tyler."
"And yet he's here every day!" Angela said and continued to go back and forth.
"How do you know that? Are you spying on him?" Bella asked.
"I need to know what the father of my baby is doing! I'm having his baby!" She burst into tears.
"Paul might be the father, but he owes you nothing," Bella said, making Angela wince. "I'm sorry to be harsh, but this is all your own doing. You tricked him into getting you pregnant. You didn't ask him if he wanted to be a father. That is cruel, Angela. That is so wrong. Not only to Paul but also to the child."
"But he was going to leave me! I couldn't let that happen! He was leaving me because he wants you!"
Now it was Bella's turn to wince. She knew Paul wanted her; it became more apparent every time they spent together. Today, when he'd come by with a picnic he'd prepared, he'd found her in her bikini, and she'd seen his erection even though he'd tried to hide it. She had never seen anyone trying so hard not to look at the person he was supposed to have a conversation with. It would have been funny if not for making her feel so guilty. He was her friend, but he wanted more. She could not give him more. She hoped things would go back to normal after she returned to Seattle. The infatuation would pass, hers as well as his.
"I called Tyler and told him that Paul is here with you every day."
"What the hell, Angela?!" That was too much.
"He needs to know what you are up to! You say you're with Tyler, but why is Paul here then?"
"Paul and I are friends. He comes here to keep me company, and if you have been following him, you've seen Jacob has been here as well," Bella answered. She was really starting to get pissed. Hadn't Angela caused enough trouble? "Any of this isn't your business, and you have no right to give Tyler wrong ideas!"
Angela just stared at her. She knew Bella was telling the truth but didn't want to believe it.
"What did you tell your father?" Bella asked; she'd wanted to ask her this since it happened. "Why did he barge into the beach with his gun, wanting to shoot Paul?"
Angela turned around, hiding her face in her palms.
"Tell me, Angela! It has to be something you said. I'm sure you didn't tell him what you've done."
Angela stayed silent. But Bella wouldn't let it go; Angela owed her the truth. It was she who got shot, after all. "What did you tell your father?"
"I told him..." Angela started, her voice quivering, "that Paul wanted to have this child, that it was his idea. That he loved Isaac and Joshua so much and wanted to have a child of his own, but after I got pregnant, he changed his mind."
"My God, Angela! How can you make up such a vicious lie? How is it possible your father believed you? That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Didn't your father like Paul?" Bella couldn't believe Angela was so stupid.
"He trusted I would never lie more than he liked Paul."
"I don't understand you. Did you honestly think Paul would be happy about your forcing him to be a father? That after all you've done, you would start to play happy family together?"
"I don't know what I thought. I just had to make him stay with me! Can't you understand that?!" she shouted, her face red, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"It doesn't matter if I understand or not. You don't do what you did and then lie that the opposite happened. But I'm sure you understand that now. Your father is going to jail for shooting me, and your whole family has to manage the burden. You're having a child whose father doesn't want to have anything to do with you." Bella felt bad for saying all those things, but they were true.
Angela dropped to her knees on the floor, hid her face in her face, and wailed.
"Oh my God! What have I done," she sobbed, rocking her body back and forth.
Bella sighed. She hated seeing Angela so broken, but she was an adult and made this all herself. Paul had a role to play, too, but he only had been a fool enough to continue a relationship with no future.
But no matter how she felt about what Angela had done, she could not try to comfort her. She had made a terrible mistake and would pay for it in one way or another for the rest of her life. She knelt beside her and wrapped her arms around the quivering body of her friend because she was her friend even after all the mess she'd caused.
She held her for a long time. Eventually, Angela's tears dried up, and she stopped crying.
"You want something to drink?" Bella asked.
Angela shook her head. "No. I need to go back home to my mum. She doesn't know I came here." Angela moved to stand up, and Bella helped her to do so.
"Thank you, Bella," she said quietly. "After all that happened, you should hate me."
"I don't hate you, Angela," Bella said truthfully. "I hate what you did to Paul and the lies that made your father lose his mind."
"I'm so sorry. I know it isn't enough. Nothing will ever be enough." Angela's voice broke, and tears started to stream down again. She moved away from her and left without another word.
Bella's heart broke for Angela, and her eyes welled up with tears. She hoped that there would be a time when Angela could be happy.
After Angela left, Bella went to look for her phone in the backyard. She remembered leaving it just before Angela had come. She needed to call Jacob and ask him to come over. She was emotionally drained and needed a friend. Bella knew that Paul wanted to come, but at the moment, Bella couldn't take his intensity right now.
Just as she leaned down to pick up her phone from the towel spread over the grass, she heard a stick breaking as someone stepped on it. She watched as a man walked towards her. It was a man she had never seen before, a man with bloody red eyes.