So I know a few of you don't like to get the repeated scenes in Sam's POV, but until all misunderstandings and secrets are out, it's the only way I can make sure everyone understands exactly what each character is thinking. There is a plus side for you though - You get another lemon, this time from Sam's perspective and I don't know about you, but personally I think it's much hotter from his side of the fence! lol
I tried to get the whole of the last few Bella chapters covered in Sam's POV into one chapter, but as it's currently running at over 16000 words, I figured I'd best split it up, so here's part 1 for you, the rest will follow either tonight or early tomorrow, depending on how tired my poor fingers get.
Be warned - graphic lemony naughtiness of the boy/girl variety, so if you're too young, or easily offended, stop reading now! :0)
Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight Saga. I own twitchy fingers that enjoy writing for no profit.
Chapter 30: Burnt Breakfasts and Bathroom Floors
Sam POV
"No no no no no no no no no no no." Dawn was just breaking when I was nudged out of my sleep by Bella mumbling in hers, her feet kicking against the covers and her hand tugging at her own hair. By the sounds of it she was having a pretty unpleasant dream and I wondered if I should wake her, or let her work through it herself. I tucked her more firmly against my front and buried my nose in her hair, taking a deep breath of her scent as I pondered what to do. "I guess I'll just wait and see if it gets worse, and if it does, I'll wake her then." I decided, closing my eyes and soaking in the amazing feeling of Bella in my arms. "I'm going to find it difficult to keep my emotional distance with this woman." I realised. It was a worrying thought. Quite aside from the fact that if I let myself feel too deeply for her, I'd only wind up hurting myself, or worse – her, if I ever imprinted on someone, there was the sobering truth that she herself was not interested in getting into something serious with me. "One day in the not too distant future, this amazing woman is going to leave for college and I'll be stuck here, busily taping Band-Aids to my broken heart unless I'm more careful and hold my emotions in check" I reminded myself firmly. I was distracted by another series of distress murmurings from Bella, but even with my enhanced hearing, I couldn't make out any words. I let her sleep on. Just as I was beginning to doze back off myself, she spoke again, this time with crystal clarity, as if she were wide awake, and I froze in shock and confusion.
"Yeah, yeah, Taha Aki, I know…" her petulant tone sloped off into incoherent mumbles again, but there was no mistaking what she'd said, who she was speaking to. "Ok, that's twice now. Where the fuck did she hear that name? And why is she talking to him in her dreams? Does she even know who the name belongs to, what he is to the tribe, or is it just a funny name to her that she heard from somewhere and her unconscious trots the name out when she's sleepy?" I was incredibly frustrated by the mystery, and also desperate to know who could've broken the taboo and spoken to someone outside the tribe about Taha Aki. Less than ten seconds later my frustration and annoyance flew out of the window as I was faced with a much more disturbing issue.
Bella's dreams had obviously taken a shift in direction and although she was no longer talking, she was moaning and beginning to grind her ass back into my groin. The already delicious scent coming from her shifted into the intoxicating smell of her arousal and there was nothing I could do to keep my dick from hardening in response. My hips began to grind back into her as she ground against me, I wasn't me doing it deliberately, they simply moved of their own volition and I had a real job to get them back under control. "You promised Charlie, You promised Charlie." I reminded myself over and over again, and tried to pull my hips back away from her completely so we were no longer in contact below the waist, but even in her sleep she was persistent and relentless in her mission to turn me on beyond all human restraint. "Yes, well luckily for everyone concerned, you're not completely human!" I pointed out to myself firmly and gently, but deliberately I peeled myself away from Bella and slid out of the bed.
Standing alongside the bed as she squirmed and moaned in desire along with whatever was happening in her dream, I'd never felt more torn in my life; The morally upright part of me was fighting a valiant but losing battle against the combined forces of my baser human side and my instinct driven wolf side, Both of which were begging, threatening, pleading, with me to climb back into that bed, wake Bella up and give her more of what she'd been dreaming about, or maybe even better that what she was dreaming about. The morally bankrupt side was winning, and with a quiet growl, I made one last desperate move to do the right thing and spun around, throwing myself out of the room. In the clearer air in the hallway, still hearing her moans but away from the heady scent of Bella and her arousal, it was a little easier to keep my head. "Holy shit, I can't believe I nearly lost control like that. I promise Charlie I wouldn't take advantage of her, and waking her from a dream like that and using it for my own gratification would've been pretty much the dictionary definition of taking advantage!" I shook my head angrily at myself and looked down. My still rock hard and throbbing dick stared back up at me, poking past the waist band of my cut-offs.
"Well who asked you for your opinion?" I snapped at it. "If you think I'm going to reward you for your part in that appalling behaviour, you've got another think coming!" I said, and stormed off towards the bathroom and a very, very cold shower.
Even with the water as cold as I could get it, it took me nearly half an hour in the shower to get my dick to give up and go down. Not even my old freshman trick of imagining gross things was helping, and I really tried;
"Maggots on road kill, women with hairy arm pits, dog shit McFlurries, oh come on, for fuck's sake. These should be working…. Erm…. Erm… OH! Old Quil in a bikini, giving Billy a lap-dance." That last one did it, but I stood there under the flow of water for another ten minutes just to make sure the effect really soaked in.
Daylight was really taking hold by the time I left the shower, throwing on a pair of cut-offs and towelling off my hair roughly, and as there was no way in hell I was going to go back into my room while Bella was still asleep in there, I figured I might as well do something nice for her and cook a really nice breakfast, in part because I just wanted to, and in part to ease my guilty conscience after nearly breaking and taking advantage of her like that. Like all brilliant plans, the actual execution wasn't as straight forward as the initial idea had been, and before long I was the not so proud creator of a trash bag full of solid black disks which had been intended to be pancakes, a pan of something grey with rusty brown flecks, which had started out as a perfectly acceptable batch of scrambled eggs before the lining of the pan decided to lift off and get mixed in, and a newly warped and blackened frying pan with a melted plastic pair of tongs welded to the bottom along with the last of the bacon. Hearing Bella stirring in my room, I quickly opened the kitchen window to let out the smell of burning plastic, metal, pancakes and bacon, and began frantically throwing the evidence of the burnt and ruined cookware into the sink to dispose of later on. She wandered in, trying to tame her hair which looked all sexy and tousled just as I was ditching the frying pan, swearing under my breath about how easy she'd made cooking look the night before and I quickly grabbed a cup of coffee off the kitchen counter – the only thing I hadn't manage to completely cock up - and spun around to offer it to her, feeling a little panicked about what she might say about the state of the kitchen, and with no idea what I could offer her for breakfast now my brilliant plan had turned out a lot less brilliant that I'd thought.
"Oh…. Umm…. Morning, Bella. Sleep ok?" I stammered as she accepted the coffee cup and took a big sip.
"Great, thanks." She replied with a smile and a blush. I guessed the blush came from remembering that dream. "How about you?" To my horror her question brought a blush on my own face and I started back up with the stammering.
"Y-yeah, just f-fine thanks." I cleared my throat. Deciding it was best to just be up front about my breakfast disaster – there was no way she hadn't noticed anyway and trying to hide it would make me look even more ridiculous - I just spat it out. "I erm, tried to get a decent breakfast together for you, but seeing as how I can burn water, it didn't go so well." I gestured sheepishly towards the sink where the smoking pan was by this point sizzling slightly under the flow of the cold water and gave a little chuckle. Thankfully she saw the funny side too and joined in with her own giggle. "But I do a rocking line in cereal if you want some." I grabbed a box of Cheerio's from a cupboard and she nodded.
"That'd be fine, really, but I appreciate the attempt." She really was great – trying to make me feel better about the whole thing. I grinned at her and she returned it as I took a sip of my coffee. "Do you mind if I take a shower first though? You're so hot, you had me dripping all night."
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I instantly started choking on my coffee at this statement, all too aware of how wet she probably really had gotten during that dream – hell I'd been able to smell it a little even in the bathroom, which hadn't helped me get my dick back down. The coffee came out of my nose which, while painful, was a welcome distraction and prevented me from getting another badly timed hard-on, and Bella suddenly burst into flames as she realised just exactly what she'd just said. "NO! I mean… I didn't….. I meant….. Oh Fuck it." She put both my hands in my face and stood there shaking her head and I began to mix hysterical laughter in with my choking. She really was hilarious when she was embarrassed, "Especially when she then talks about how embarrassing something is and tried to be all dignified about it." I reminded myself, thinking briefly of how she'd handled the condom incident outside the Forks grocery store.
"Ok well once again I've managed to embarrass the hell out of myself, so with that I'm going to go shower and see if I can wash my shame away in the process." She stated with as much dignity as she could muster, proving the point I'd just made to myself and sparking off an even louder round of laughter from me. She took a deep breath and turned to walk off to the bathroom, while I leaned against the kitchen counter, desperately trying to catch my breath and tone down the howling laughter before I broke a rib.
Once I'd finally got myself back under control, I figured now was a good time to quickly phase and check in with the pack to make sure nothing unusual had happened the night before so I headed towards the door, trying hard not to picture Bella stripping off in the bathroom as I passed by. I was partially successful – at least I wasn't fully hard as I walked outside and pulled off my shorts, preparing to phase.
Then she screamed.
A hideous, bloodcurdling sound and I was moving before the tiniest thought could enter my head, rushing back inside and towards the bathroom door to save her from whatever was attacking her. I burst through the locked door with a loud crack and a flurry of splinters, and shot into the room shoulder first, shaking as I tried to hold off my phasing and growling lowly under my breath as I cast wild eyes about the room, urgently trying to find the danger.
I couldn't find anything. She was completely alone in the room until I'd burst in, and when I finally looked at her, she was completely, gloriously naked, the water from the shower running down her perfect, porcelain skin in little trails that my tongue was itching to follow. As I stared at her, taking in her clear, milky skin, her firm breasts, her tiny waist, her rounded hips, and her beautiful pussy, waxed almost completely apart from a tiny little strip, I noticed that she was staring right back at me, her eyes raking over my naked form, and then stalling as she stared at my half hard cock, which was rapidly growing harder and longer under her scrutiny. Just having her standing there, naked and wet from the shower, and staring at me like that was so fucking hot, that I couldn't contain the slight groan that escaped me, causing her eyes to lift, dragging over my body on the way up to look at my face. Not even my embarrassment or shock at bursting in to the room after that scream only to find her fine, but naked could cut through the lust that was building inside me, fully encouraged by my wolf, who'd been extremely frustrated and angry with me when I ran out of the bedroom earlier, and I let my eyes drag themselves over her body one last time before finally meeting her gaze. Without considering the consequences, I breathed in sharply through my nose, searching out her scent which would be heightened as she was wet from the shower, and I instantly felt my grip on my self-control begin to slide, like soap covered fingers across a mirror. I could feel my expression hardening along with my cock. Finally she moved, her hand raising to turn off the shower and her movement freed up my own, as unthinking, I took a step forward, then another stalking my prey like the predator I was. My brain was shutting down, the wolf beginning to take over completely, and I tried desperately to drag my human side forward once more. The question of whether or not we were going to have sex was, as far as I was concerned, now a moot one; from the smell and look of it, she was just as aroused as I was, I wasn't taking advantage this time. But I didn't want to be too rough with her, and with my wolf so close to the surface, that was a real possibility. A sudden increase in the scent of arousal drifting off her made all my efforts redundant and my control flew out of the window, I was vaguely aware of my low growl before she stepped forward, clashing our bodies together in a frenzy of sucking, licking and biting mouths and grasping, clawing hands.
Her body was cool against mine and her tightly pebbled nipples brushing against me sent my lust a little higher, as did her moan a moment later as she began to rock against my thigh which I'd unconsciously worked in between hers. As my hard and throbbing cock pressed into her belly, I let go an answering groan and she clawed against my back, pulling me even closer to her, and causing my wolf to silently howl his approval. A vague memory of her liking it when we were in the parking lot, made me run one hand up her spine to tangle roughly into her hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck to me, and I dragged my mouth away from hers and began to suck and nibble my way from her collar bone up to her jaw as she groaned in approval. It was just as well that she liked my dominant side; I had no control over it at all by this point, and with my wolf spurring me on, and more than half taking the lead, I was only going to get more dominant as things heated up.
"Oh God!" She moaned huskily and with this evidence that she was enjoying the slightly rough treatment, my control slipped another few millimetres and my mouth grew rougher against her skin, marking her deliberately by sucking what was sure to become a dark bruise into her neck where it joined her shoulder. I turned us and backed her forcefully against the wall, using the shreds of control to make sure I didn't actually hurt her with the move. She obviously didn't mind, as she arched her back to press herself harder into me.
Leaving her neck now, I began kissing my way downwards, pausing to nip at her collarbones again. Through my frayed control, my wolf was demanding to sample the source of that wonderful, heady, intoxicating scent, and, the spirits help me, I couldn't find even the tiniest part of me that objected to that idea. When I reached her breasts I paused to play a little, now that the wolf and I were in agreement, neither of us needed to rush forward to win the struggle for control, so we were both content to enjoy the landmarks on the route to our eventual destination. I took her hard left nipple into my mouth, my right hand finding the other and pinching it hard, and I could smell her get even more excited as I did so, bringing forth another groan of approval from me which coincided with one of her own. I let my teeth graze against the hardened bud, sharpening the pleasure with a tiny edge of pain, and then I switched my mouth and hand to give her the same treatment on the other side. Incoherent sounds came from her, but I took them as approval for what I was doing and a plea for more and continued what I was doing.
"Mmm. Ahhh. Fuck. Oh FUCK! Sam!" She babbled, and both the man in me and the wolf in me rejoiced in the knowledge that she was a talker in bed; Leah hadn't been, and it had inhibited my own desire to be vocal, making me feel awkward whenever I made any sound, let alone spoke. With that inhibition removed, I gave in to my need to vocalise myself, and with the wolf so close to the surface, my moaning was equally mixed with growls which seemed to excite her even more, and the call of her arousal scent finally broke the last of my control. I dragged my mouth away from her breast and down her body, leaving a hot wet trail down her body as I zeroed in on my target. I was vaguely aware of her weak protests, not at first understanding what I was intending, and then her protests stopped as my mouth finally made contact with her clit, sucking and licking and lightly nibbling while my wolf and I lost ourselves in our task, til she lost all control and came with a loud scream.
"AHHHHHH! OHHHH SHIT! FUUUCK!" Her voice echoed off the bathroom walls and she sank to the floor, dragging me down with her to eventually lie on top of her. She lay gasping and shaking, not realising I was not even close to done. I ran one hand up her thigh, and then parted her glorious pussy with my fingers as I circled her sensitive clit once again with my tongue. She spasmed and shuddered, making beautiful grunts and groans that I would play over and over again in my head for years to come as I pressed one finger inside her. "Holy fuck is she tight! She must do Kegel exercises for hours to keep that up!" the brief lucid thought flew through my mind and was lost in the swirling lust and I withdrew my finger, only to replace it with two pressing back in again. I curled my fingers upwards, searching for her G spot and knew that I'd found it when she sat up and screamed in pleasure, coming again, harder than before, as I sucked hard on her clit. As she came, I felt a rush of hot wetness on my face from her pussy and for a second I thought that I'd lose all control of myself and howl in approval. "Just when I thought she couldn't get any more perfect, she turns out to be a gusher! Fuck that's awesome!" I managed to turn my howl into a loud moan of pleasure.
"Oh fuck yes, baby, that's right, cum for me. Soak me. Fuck that's so fucking hot! I'm covered in your cum." I couldn't stop myself from talking now I knew it wouldn't bother her and as she rode out the last of her huge orgasm, I swiftly slid up her body and plunged deep into her in one thrust. Her hair was plastered over her face so I couldn't see her eyes, but she clearly enjoyed the sudden move to fill her as she bit into my shoulder to muffle her scream of pleasure. Such an animalistic display went right to my cock, and my wolf was beside himself. The loud growl that I let loose with came from both of us and as I moved my hands up, one to rest on the floor beside her shoulder and the other to drag her hair out of her face and into my fist, I had to clench my teeth to keep from cumming right there and then. With our difference in body temperature, I'd expected to feel her cool around my cock, but the truth was that somehow, the tight, wet velvet grip around me was even hotter than I was and I muttered a few curse words through my teeth as I tried to claw back the tiny bit of control I had left to me.
"OhfuckmeBellayou'resofuckingtight!" I garbled, my fist gripping her hair tighter as I fought for control, trying to hold still for a moment to allow her tight pussy to adjust to my, admittedly larger than average, and probably larger than anything she'd encountered before, length buried deep inside her. Gradually there came a very slight change in the tight grip she had on my cock, but I held still for myself this time, knowing that the slightest movement would have me either shooting instantly like a kid whacking off for the first time, or losing my last fingernail's grip on control and hammering into her like a wild animal.
She shifted her hips a little, clearly wanting me to get on with it, and her movement dragged a long, desperate groan from me.
"Fuck, Bella. You need to keep still or I'm going to lose it too quick. You're so fucking tight, shit I've never felt anything this good in my life." I moaned and damn if the little minx didn't get a mischievous little smile on her face. I felt a moment of dread as I realised what she was about to do, and sure enough, she clenched her pussy walls a little, causing my jaw to clench even tighter and my eyes to slam shut. "PLEASE, Bella. Please. You've got to stop that or I'm not gonna last more than a minute here. Baby, please. Oh fuckfuckfuck!" I warned and begged but she paid me no heed and clenched once again.
I lost it.
My last thread of control broke and my wolf was now running the show.
With an animalistic roar, I pulled her head to one side by her hair and roughly sucked and nipped once more at the place where I'd already marked her a little.
"So you're going to be naughty then?" I asked her, my voice rough and harsh, my dominant side completely exposed. If I'd been aware of my surroundings enough to worry about whether she'd object to my sudden authoritative tone and my roughness, my fears would've been put quickly to rest, as the already strong scent of arousal suddenly spiked. Not only did she not object; she liked it. Plunging into her hard and fast, driving her into the floor tiles, I grunted and groaned, Bella making similar noises herself as we both rushed headlong towards our orgasms. As rough as I was being, she was giving as good as she got, her rising to meet my every thrust and one of her legs lifting to give me yet deeper access and to hook around my lower back, pulling me back after ever retreat. Our rough movements caused us to travel across the floor, our sweat slick bodies making the movement impossible to resist if we'd tried and before long, her head was knocking against the base of the toilet. I was far too far gone to care, and thankfully so was she.
"Oh God. Oh Shit. Oh FUCK….. SAAAAM!" She screamed as I finally drove her headlong over the edge.
My own roar of "BELLAAAA!" joined her echoing screams as I too came, my hips and hers hammering against each other as both our bodies struggled to eke the last few scraps of pleasure before collapsing together on the tiled floor in a steaming, sweaty, sticky, panting, moaning mess.
It was several minutes before either of us moved.
Obviously I couldn't speak for Bella, but for my part, I was, for the moment anyway, completely drained, and on top of that, as my wolf retreated and I began to think more as my human self, I was suddenly very concerned about how rough I'd been with her. Until then, all my experiences with sex had been slow, loving and romantic. This rough, animalistic fucking was nothing I'd ever experienced before and I didn't know how I felt about it from my own perspective, much less what she'd have to say about it. It had been the single most amazing sexual experience of my life, and I hoped that she had enjoyed even half as much as I had, and that she'd want to repeat it over and over, but I was worried that I'd ruined it when I lost my grip on my wolf side.
Eventually she shifted a little under me, and her movement reminded me that I was compounding my mistake by squashing her, though the fact that she hadn't complained about it gave me hope that I hadn't completely blown it. I rolled off her to one side and raised my head from the crook of her shoulder where it had been resting to kiss her softly on the mouth. Still no complaint and she didn't pull away from me, so my hopes rose a little more and I reminded myself that she'd been giving back as good as she got. Remembering how I'd upset her when I apologised for the kiss in the parking lot, before I'd explained why I was apologising, I decided to avoid doing the same this time and instead thought I'd keep things as light as I could. I laid my forehead on her shoulder and still panting, I asked.
"So what was the screaming about?" I mentally braced myself for a blistering set down, and instead was delighted to hear her start to giggle, her laughter getting louder and louder as I joined in in relief, both of us shaking with mirth, and it was several minutes before she was able to get enough control to reply.
"The shower." I looked at her confused. "It was fucking freezing!" She explained and I realised I'd not changed the controls back after my icy shower after leaving her in bed. I gave her a sheepish, apologetic smile.
"Oh. I thought someone had sneaked in and was attacking you or something." She snorted.
"Yeah I figured as much." I pushed myself up until I was sitting, reaching out to grab her hand and pull her up with me. "Looks like she's not even slightly pissed at me over this. She really is completely amazing." I thought, but I needed to make it clear to her nonetheless that this wasn't what I'd planned for our first time together. Making extra sure to not make the same mistake I had in the parking lot I looked her seriously in the eye.
"I hadn't planned to do this with you this soon, and certainly not on the bathroom floor, but I'm not even going to pretend to be sorry." I said and she smiled at me.
"I'm not sorry either." She said simply, "But if you could fix the water temperature for me, I'd really like that shower now." She had completely set my mind at ease without even trying. I grinned at her, completely relaxed.
"Sure sure." I said. "You mind if I join you?" Amazingly she blushed. "Wow. How does she manage to keep that innocence thing going, when it's clear she's totally not?" I wondered admiringly loving that she could manage it. It was so endearing to see the red creeping over her cheeks at the suggestion of a joint shower, when only a few minutes before she'd been moaning and screaming and thrusting back at me almost as hard as I was plunging into her. A second later she managed to fight the redness down a little and she shrugged nonchalantly.
"Sure, that'd be nice."
"I love that you can still blush so innocently, even straight after that." I told her, running one finger over her still reddened cheek, bringing the blush straight back again to my delight. Narrowing her eyes, she gave me a mock glare, sticking out her tongue at him playfully. "Innocence mixed with a touch of minx" I thought approvingly, and I gave a snort of laughter and pushed myself up to my feet.
"I'm going to need a hand up, please." She told me. "I'm not sure my knees have come back online yet." I laughed again and held out a hand to help her up. Hauling her to her feet, I had to hold her steady when, as predicted, her knees were still too jellied to keep her upright. With one arm around her waist I led her back over to the shower, and remembered to change the controls before turning on the water and lifting her in to stand under the now deliciously warm fall of water. She gave an appreciative little groan which at any other time would've had me growing hard, but I shook off the desire to start thing up again – she was clearly exhausted, and I stepped in myself, crowding up against her and reaching for the shampoo. Despite our intimate position, and the fact that with my wolfy stamina I was definitely able to go again if I wanted, I fought back the urge to make anything sexual of it, settling instead for relaxed and sensual, washing each other's bodies gently and washing her hair for her. She was too short to be able to reach my hair to wash it, and when she suggested I kneel down so she could reach I shook my head with a little smile.
"As exhausted as I am, I don't think I could kneel in front of you and not dive in face first for a second round." I explained, wincing internally at the little white lie about being exhausted. She blushed once again, which in turn made me chuckle. As the water began to cool, we both stepped out and we towelled each other dry before she wrapped a towel around herself and one around her hair, and I tucked one around my hips.
"Is that cereal still up for grabs?" She asked as we left the bathroom.
"Yeah, of course." I replied, wishing I'd not burned all the other food in the house. I was sure she could do with something more substantial than just cereal, and I could've eaten a horse. With saddle and bridle attached. "How about you go get dressed and I'll go sort out some breakfast for us?" She grinned up at me.
"Thanks, Sam. I'm starving though and I'm not sure cereal is going to cut it just be itself." She thought for a moment. "If you pour us some cereal while I dress, I'll cook us up some bacon, eggs and pancakes too follow while you dress." She offered and my eyes lit up for a second at the thought before I remembered gain that I'd killed all the food and my face fell.
"That'd be perfect except I already burned all the food I had in the place." She snickered a little at my cooking disaster, and I was glad she saw the funny side.
"Ok. Then you pour us some cereal, I'll dress, and then we'll head to the diner for a proper breakfast once we've taken the edge off our hunger with some cheerio's. How's that?" She asked and my grin came back full force.
"A woman after my own heart." I said and snatching a quick kiss, I gently pushed her in the direction of the bedroom to dress while I headed to the kitchen to pour us some cereal.
I quickly set out a couple of bowls of Cheerio's for us and then ran out the back to complete the phase I'd had to abort when I heard Bella scream. If I didn't take the opportunity right then, I'd have to make an excuse to do so later and I didn't want to lie to her. Even that little white lie about being completely exhausted so that she didn't realise I had supernatural stamina had pinched at my conscience and I wanted to avoid any more lies if possible.
As soon as I phased in I was aware of Paul and Jared's minds.
"Hey, Boss. How did the quiet, movie at home date go?" Jared asked cheerily. Though I tried to snatch the thought back again, I was too late and Jared and Paul were treated to a few blurred scenes of the previous evening and mine and Bella's flirting, teasing games, and then, hot on the heels of that, a few steamy snippets of what we'd just been doing on the bathroom floor before I could put a lid on my thoughts. Jared let out a loud mental whistle and called
"Hell, Boss. Way to go! Did you leave a hole in the floor?" I rolled my eyes and declined to answer, making the two of them howl with laughter.
"See. I told you she must've got around before." Paul sneered. "Nice girls don't put out like that. Not so soon, and certainly not on the bathroom floor!" I growled loudly at him.
"Careful, Paul. I've warned you before about watching how you talk about her." I told him sternly.
"Yeah, well I can't wait to show that image to Jake." Paul said, still not bothering to hide the sneer in his tone. "He's firmly convinced that Bella's an untouched angel, and he makes me sick when he tries to make me admit I'm wrong. We'll see who has to admit who's wrong once he sees that!" I didn't hesitate for a second. Layering the Alpha tone over my voice, I immediately issued an order.
"Neither of you, Paul, or Jared, is to think of those memories when either Jacob or Embry is phased with you." I told them. "Sorry to have to include you in that, Jared, but we both know that Paul would try to goad you into thinking about it and get around the order that way if I hadn't." I explained and Paul grumbled and muttered in the background.
"No problem, Boss. You're right, he would've done, and I like Bella – I wouldn't want to accidently support one of Paul's theories at her expense." Jared answered cheerfully. "Jake and Embry handed over the patrol about half an hour ago, said there was nothing to report." He returned to business, sensing that I was in a hurry and in no mood to put up with any horsing around just then.
"Thanks, Jared." I replied gratefully. "Billy and Harry are going out fishing with Charlie today, so one of you needs to be shadowing them at all times while the other patrols today. You can trade off or stick to one task each, whichever you prefer." I told them. "I'll take over with Embry at four thirty."
"Ok, Boss." Jared answered with his usual cheery tone.
"Fine." Paul replied, still surly after having been given an Alpha order and most probably due to having his 'entertainment' at Bella's and Jake's expense. I phased out without dignifying Paul's attitude with a response and quickly went back inside, re-wrapping the towel around me and just coming in in time to hear Bella call out.
"Sam. Do you mind if I borrow a shirt?" She called down the hall towards the kitchen. "Mine's in serious need of retirement." I chuckled and called back.
"No problem. I think there are a few old t-shirts from two or three years ago, before my growth spurt in the back of my closet. Help yourself."
I sat down at the table and began shovelling the slightly soggy cereal into my mouth. I really was starving. A few minutes later, Bella came in. I looked up as she walked in and instantly froze for a second. "Fuck me. That's so hot, seeing her in my clothes. I can't imagine how much hotter she'd look in just one of my shirts." I struggled against my dick's desire to get hard again at the sight of her. Before she could catch me staring and ask what the problem was, I looked back down at my bowl and ate my last few bites as calmly as I could manage. I gestured for her to sit next to me at the table where I'd set her bowl of cheerio's for her and she sat down and grabbed her spoon.
"This table is huge. Where did it come from?" She asked me before taking her first bite.
"Oh it used to be over in the drop-in centre, but it was getting a bit the worse for wear and they decided to replace it, so I took it off their hands." I explained. "Most of my place was furnished that way – that's why none of it matches." I gave a wry chuckle, a little ashamed at the shabbiness of my place, and she looked around the table, noting no doubt the variety of chairs dotted around it.
"I like it." She told me. "It's got character and it makes the place look more lived in." I snorted loudly and stood up, taking my bowl over to the sink and washing it out.
"It makes the place look more like a yard sale, is what it does, but it's all sturdy furniture, though old and worn, and I'm planning on slowly replacing each piece as I have the money until I have a whole house-full of matching sets." I explained. For some reason feeling that I needed to excuse myself for my lack of money. I looked around at her as he dried his hands on one corner of the towel I still wore around my hips. "It should only take seventy to eighty years." I laughed and she joined in, no trace of derision in her laughter, which made me feel relieved. Leah wouldn't have taken the squalid appearance of the house quite so well, although she'd be as polite as she could manage, there would've been no disguising her dismay at the place.
"Well I'm going to quickly get changed so we can head out for a real breakfast as soon as you're done there." I said, walking towards the door. "That cereal barely put even a suggestion of a shadow of a dent in my hunger this morning." I gave her a dirty little grin. "Somehow I've managed to work up a real appetite even though it's still early." I said, waggling my eyebrows. As I'd hoped, she blushed again, and I walked out to get dressed, chuckling under my breath as I went.