Bella woke to muted voices across the room a few hours later. Jamie was soundly sleeping beside her on the bed, still clutching her shirt for dear life.

Paul must have put us here, she realized. How he'd managed to carry them both simultaneously was beyond her. Damn wolves and their super strength.

She heard Jack, Leah, and Paul still talking and yawned. Suddenly, Paul perked up and turned to look at Bella.

"Morning, Bells. How'd you sleep?"

"Like the dead," she whispered back, and he chuckled.

Jack, slightly louder than Paul, asked, "How did you hear that?"

"Fantastic hearing, bud. I can hear a mouse fart across a house. It's actually kind of annoying."

Bella tried not to laugh so she wouldn't wake Jamie, but she had to pee terribly. She attempted to pry Jamie's fingers from her shirt, but he grunted in his sleep and held on. Bella scoffed over the strength of such a tiny fist. She carefully wiggled lower, easing the shirt up her body while slithering out of it. Bella slowly sat up, ensuring Jamie stayed asleep as she aimed to climb off the bed.

Leah whisper-hissed, "Swan! What are you doing?"

"Shhhh!" Bella scowled at Leah and glanced back at Jamie. He tugged at the shirt, pulling it tighter to himself, and let out a faint snore. She grinned at the sound of Paul's breathy chuckle.

As she climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom, Jack said, "Nice bra, honey!"

Bella winked at Leah and said, "Thanks, it's new. Leah picked it."

She shut the bathroom door behind her and sat down to pee. It startled her when the door opened, and she expected to see Leah rushing in. Instead, her husband chuckled as he shut the door behind him and locked it.

This wasn't exactly a first for them, but it still made her nervous. "Canines always think they have to follow you to the bathroom."

"Oh, you're hilarious this morning," he said sarcastically, still grinning.

Bella finished her business and flushed, pulling her pants up as she stood. As she turned on the water to wash her hands, he stepped behind her and put his hands on her waist. Bella hurried to wash her hands, avoiding looking up at his reflection. His body heat made her back and upper arms tingle as he leaned over her to kiss the top of her bare shoulder.

"This is a nice bra," he whispered as she turned off the water and reached for a hand towel. "That was a pro-parenting move. You know how many times I've carried that sleeping boy on my shoulder so I could pee?"

Bella laughed. "I didn't know what else to do. Jamie wouldn't let go of my shirt."

He chuckled against her skin, and she shivered as every hair on her body stood up. He laughed again over the goosebumps on her skin and ran his hands down her upper arms. Huskily, he whispered, "Are you cold?" He guided her, turning her around to face him, and said, "Let me warm you up, wife. "

On instinct, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, expecting his lips to crash into hers precisely as they did, immediately flooding her with need. She reached between them to unbutton his jeans and then thought of the others in the next room. Leah was about to overhear some shit.

Bella tugged at his jeans, guiding him with her to the far side of the bathroom, as far from the door as they could get. Paul pushed her pajama pants and panties down, and they finally pulled apart to finish undressing. Bella quickly removed the bra and threw it across the bathroom as Paul pulled his shirt over his head. Bella panted as she waited, devouring the sight of him as he towered over her.

"You're gonna have to help me stay quiet," she warned him.

"Then, I suggest you put something in your mouth," he teased and lifted her. Bella wrapped her legs around him and hissed as her back met with the wall tiles. She fought back a gasping cry as he lowered her somewhat, sliding into her.

"Oh, fuck," he growled, pressing his forehead to the wall before whispering. "You're already so fucking wet for me, Bella."

"I always want you," she said as he began thrusting into her. She clung tightly to his shoulders, kissing and sucking at his chest and neck to muffle her whimpers and gasps as each inward thrust pulsed waves of sensation through her limbs, leaving her panting, squeezing her calves against his ass to pull him in deeper. Pleasure coiled in her belly, seeping from her sex and practically dripping down his thigh.

Paul braced her by her ass as he whispered, "Unlock your ankles." As soon as she did, he lifted her right leg and braced his left hand against the underside of her thigh, his thumb pressing directly into his teeth marks. Her head thumped against the wall as she threw it back and moaned, losing herself in the heightened sensation. She slid one hand between them to tug at her nipples, her aching clit neglected as his cock slid against the ultra-sensitive spot behind it.

Paul arched his back, taking advantage of her upturned face to capture her mouth. Soon, her limbs were shaking, her cries muffled by his lips and tongue as she came harder than she had in a very long time. He chuckled into her mouth before pulling away, slowing his movements as he tried to catch his breath.

Bella realized as she pulsed around him he'd come as well, and she'd been so caught up in sensation that she hadn't even felt it. She chuckled at herself as he slid out of her, then carefully helped set her on her feet. Bella immediately sat down on the toilet. Her legs felt like jelly.

Paul grabbed the last clean washcloth from the linen rack and turned on the hot water. He cleaned himself off, rinsed it well, and wrung it out before handing it to her. Bella carefully stood and cleaned herself up, still stunned by how intense it had been.

They redressed in a contented silence, handing each other's clothing. Bella looked for her bra and then toward the sports bra, intending to grab it instead. As if reading her mind, Paul picked up her bra from the floor and grabbed her sports bra from where she'd left it on the hook behind the door. He tossed her the sports bra and hung the other in its place.

Bella dressed, finally brushed her hair, and piled the poofy mess into a bun. She didn't even look toward Jack and Leah as she exited the bathroom and rifled through her remaining clean clothing for a fresh shirt to put on.

Quietly, Jack said, "Bella, I don't think we need to have that kibbles and bits conversation. I can't believe you didn't wake the kid."

Bella tried not to laugh. "You better get some sleep soon, Jackie. I'm dragging you to that reunion with me tonight. Did you bring a nice suit?"

He scoffed and turned to Leah in disbelief. "Did I bring a nice suit? What?" He chuckled, then paused before grumbling, "Well, fuck, you wouldn't know, huh?"

As Leah giggled, he smiled and said, "Yes, Honey. Of course, I brought a nice suit. Can I bring a date?"

Bella grinned at Leah's surprised expression and said, "Yeah, Jack. That's fine. Try to defile my hot step-sister like I know you want to. Lee, is that cute dress you wore to the beach clean?"

"I've got others," Leah said, smirking as she and Jack practically eye-fucked each other on the couch.

"I need to find a laundromat or buy more clothes. I only packed for a week," Bella grumbled as she shut the dresser drawers.

"I should probably get going soon and get my boy into his bed," Paul said and sighed.

"Or just sleep by me for a while if you want," Bella offered. "No biggie."

"Oh, but I get the couch," Jack teased.

" You are not my husband," Bella reminded him.

"That bed could literally fit all of us," Jack pressed.

"Not happening," she said, trying not to laugh as she crawled back into bed beside Jamie. Jamie's eyes fluttered open before he shifted toward her and swiftly returned to sleep.

Leah stood and whispered, "I should probably get home. I do have to work today."

"Shit," Jack muttered. "Will you have the energy to party with us in some ancient gymnasium?"

Leah purred, "I always have the energy for a good time, Jack."

Jack chuckled lowly, sounding like a swooning idiot in an old cartoon. Bella glanced toward Paul, raising her eyebrows as she gaped in mock surprise. He tried not to laugh.

Jack asked, "Let me walk you out?"

"Sure."

Bella whispered, "Jack, shut the security latch above the door when you return. We don't need more unexpected guests for a few hours."

Paul laughed as he walked toward the bed and pulled off his jeans, leaving on his t-shirt and the white and blue boxers Bella hadn't noticed earlier. Jack and Leah quietly shut the door behind them as Paul slid into the bed and pulled the blanket over them.

Bella hummed as his warm chest pressed into her back and his arm wrapped around them. She closed her eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep.