Picking up the Pieces, 13: Make it Last Forever
Title: Picking up the Pieces
Author: exquisite_ugly
Rating/Warnings: M (language, future explicit sex)
Summary: Bella returns to Forks a few years after having married Edward and moving to Alaska. Mistakes and regrets, loneliness and grief, she severs ties and returns to those she truly loves to start over. What will she come home to? AU, A/D/R, M-language/sex
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Is this a lasting treasure/Or just a moment's pleasure?/Can I believe the magic of your sighs?/Will you still love me tomorrow?/Tonight with words unspoken/And you say that I'm the only one/But will my heart be broken/When the night meets the morning star?
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"I want you… just you… only you…"
The words spilled from my lips and echoed around the room as Jake hovered above me, bracing his weight on his arms. His teeth had captured my earlobe and I didn't realize until right then how sexy it was to have your ear nibbled on. When his tongue tickled behind my ear, working his way back to my throat, a steady throb had taken up residence between my thighs.
Jake's back was smooth to the touch, warm, and I could feel the muscles flexing. It excited me more to feel the strength in him.
Our mouths met again, while my hands worked at his jeans button. His lips angled over mine, and I sighed, stroking my tongue against his. The feel of his tongue filling my mouth was intoxicating and made me think of other areas being filled.
Jake's jeans were finally undone and pushed partially down, but before I could explore, he caught my wrists in his hands. I started to protest, but he pinned them over my head, and the look in his eyes stilled me. They were filled to the brim with lust, need, and a bit of frustration. His mouth descended on my throat again where he sucked hard on the sensitive skin, his hips thrusting forward to rub against me right where I wanted it.
My body - amazingly - felt even hotter. "There, right there," I pleaded, giving up any pretense of calm or cool collection. I wanted it all.
When his hips moved again, I pushed up to feel even more. I needed to feel more of him. He released my hands to grasp the bottom of my shirt and in one fast movement he had yanked it over my head. He leaned down to trace his tongue over the line of my cleavage, and I felt my nipples harden instantaneously.
He took his time tasting, but it was driving me nuts.
"Jake, more," I pleaded.
One fast tug and he ripped my bra off of me. His eyes were fiercer than ever as they met mine. It didn't even matter that it might have been torn. His lips latched on and tugged at my nipple, rough in his touch and taste.
I took advantage of the freedom of my hands. My fingers trailed the length of his back, moving back up to tangle into his hair. It wasn't as long as it used to be, but it was long enough to twine my fingers in. Holding tightly, I urged him back to my breasts. He squeezed them in his big hands, tugging at my nipple with his teeth, making me cry out in ecstasy.
My body was on fire, my legs were shaking. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not caring at the moment if we were still partially clothed. There was an aching and throbbing feeling in me and this way I could press myself against him.
When he gave one long, last swipe of his tongue over my taut nipples, I moaned softly. My breasts felt tender from his touch, though it was quickly forgotten as he unwound my legs to pull the rest of my clothes off. His eyes finally really took me in fully naked, sprawled on my bed, my body aching for him, and I felt the first hint of a blush.
I loved how he looked at me. It was with such raw, hungry passion.
I felt beautiful, desirable, and like an unstoppable sexual force under his gaze. I sat up, keeping my eyes on his despite my embarrassment and tugged at his jeans. His mouth quirked slightly, while he helped me dispose of the rest of his clothes. I felt a throb deep inside when my eyes landed on his very exposed, very hard length. It was a little nerve-wracking; he was quite large.
A bit hesitantly, I reached out and stroked the tip of my finger up his shaft. His body quaked slightly, and I grew bolder as I curled my fingers around the thick length of him. He traced a pattern on the inside of my thigh, moving up to brush slightly over the sensitive nub between my thighs, and back down where he lifted my leg up over his shoulder.
My eyes widened as he pushed the other leg wider open, spreading me even further.
"Are you on the pill?" His voice was hard and husky.
When I nodded, he lifted my backside, and I felt the press of him against me. With one quick, hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside me. I cried out at just how much he filled me, my stomach quivering from excitement.
His eyes were locked on where we were joined. "So pretty," he murmured faintly.
I licked my parched lips. "More, Jake, more… more…"
He pulled back and then his hips surged forward, filling me, completing me. I clawed at the sheets, grasped his tight buttocks to try and pull him even closer, his hair, and cries spilled from my lips as he continued to slam himself into me over and over.
It was hard, it was rough, and it was so damn good.
His breathing was uneven, and I felt his groan as well as heard it. He suckled at my nipples until I begged him to kiss me. My leg was going numb, my behind would probably have brush burns, and my head board was banging loudly against the wall. And I loved it.
His lips found mine, and while his thrusting was intense, his mouth was almost gentle. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth repeatedly, teasing me, until he finally sank it just as deep as he sank his length inside me.
My inner walls clenched, while my back arched, and I gave a muffled scream against his mouth as my body shuddered with release.
The orgasm was so strong I felt weak immediately after, but he began to thrust even harder, sending me higher as his body brushed against that little nub of flesh.
"Shit," he gasped. "You feel so good… oh my God, Bella…"
I gripped his hair, cradling his face against my breasts, while he gave a small cry and shuddered out his release. My own body rippled with another small orgasm.
We lay there, and I felt very nearly stunned. His breath whooshed softly over my chest, and I felt his lips brush my breasts in a soft kiss. My body continued to throb from pleasure, and I couldn't believe how damn good at this he was. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, not wanting to lose the feeling, but he stretched out next to me. His hand idly stroked my hip.
I wanted to say something, to hear him say something, but I couldn't make my tongue work and my eyelids felt so heavy…
I was still half-asleep, but my body was humming with pleasure. Confused, I didn't know what to think at first. Then it dawned on me what was going on when I felt a hand between my thighs, rubbing and stroking in all the right spots, and I gasped.
I arched into Jake's hand, his fingers sliding deep inside me, gently stretching them, before he pulled them back out. I was lying on my side, so I reached behind me, sliding my hand around his neck. He hooked a hand under my knee, pulling my leg up and back to drape over his hip.
His hand cupped my jaw, turning my head slightly, and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. Still not fully awake, I succumbed to his hungry kiss, and thrust my behind back against him. He obliged with another fast thrust, and I moaned against his mouth as he began a steady rhythm.
"Ohhhh," I gasped as his other hand laced with mine, bringing them both down between my thighs.
His fingers stroked me just as my own did, making me cry out, and wishing he could go even deeper. His mouth was still playing with mine, and he sucked lightly on my lower lip. We both listened to the wet suction and slapping sound of our bodies connecting. It had heat racing through my body until I was spasming in his arms, wreathed in aching pleasure, feeling his body jerk against mine as he came.
My breathing was choppy, but being curled into Jake, I relaxed back into sleep.
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I could hear the rain drumming on the roof the next morning before I was fully awake. My body protested when I stretched. With a yawn, I reached out for Jake, but I came awake when I realized he wasn't there. Uneasy, I sat up, and slid out of bed. I grabbed my robe and padded out of my room. Charlie's door was closed, there was no one in the bathroom, and feeling my heart sink, I realized he was nowhere in the house.
My body throbbed everywhere as I headed back to my room. Glancing in the mirror, I pulled opened my bathrobe. My eyes widened and I gaped at myself. My breasts felt tender and they were scraped by what must have been Jake's stubble. There was a hickey on my neck, on my inner thigh, a little black and blue mark near my shoulder and red, scraped areas.
"Damn," I whispered. Jake had left a mark - well, several - on me.
And I wanted more.
I wouldn't compare past experiences with the one I had last night, but I knew how much I had enjoyed not being treated like a fragile piece of glass. That and the noticeable difference was the heat. I wasn't cold last night in the slightest; that was new. And I had come twice.
Still wondering why Jake had left, I turned back to my bed, flashes of warm, russet skin, big hands, and thrusting hips on my mind. It was then that I saw the piece of paper laying on the night stand. I opened it and read:
Bella,
Sorry to leave so early, but I needed to clear my head and think. Just give me a little time, ok?
Love,
Jake
That worried me, even though the word love was there, because I wanted him to know how much I loved him. I had thought he knew that already. There was even some knowledge there that he loved meas well. Sighing, I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling worried and restless. It took everything in me to not go rushing down to La Push to find him. If he needed a little time, I would give it to him; though I wasn't giving him any more than a few days to think about this.
Downstairs, I stuck a pop tart in the toaster and made coffee. After I ate, I showered, wincing as the warm water sluiced over bruises and scrapes. As I washed, I bit my lip and winced as I carefully cleaned myself. My body was feeling the after-effects of some pretty eager sex. I dressed and called Leah.
"Do you feel like going to a movie or something?" I asked when she answered. "I kind of want to get out of the house for awhile."
She agreed and came to pick me up. Once I got in, she turned and pointed straight-armed at me. "You!" she crowed.
I stared at her, wondering about her mental state, before she continued. "You had sex, Isabella Swan! With Jacob!"
Of course she would know. I couldn't seem to do anything without Leah knowing.
"Nasty, dirty sex," she added.
I rolled my eyes at her. "Shut up, Leah, and drive."
She snickered as she pulled away from the house. "Fess up, Swan."
"I did. So what? That wouldn't be any of your business now, would it? Anyway, how do you even know?"
"It's an unfortunate side-effect of having been a wolf with acute senses. I can smell too easily."
I cringed away from her, feeling more than a bit mortified. "That's disgusting. I showered."
She barked out a laugh. "Tell me about it. Believe me; I don't want to be able to smell you after doing the dirty deed. Shower and all, it doesn't erase it all. I think it's some kind of weird wolf-smell-connection thing, too."
I made a face at her. "Gross. You're connected to Jake and the rest so much that you can smell… well…"
She snickered, so I added, "Just stop talking about it. I'm not sure I want to be friends with you anymore."
Laughing, she opened the windows. "Then I won't tell you that I can still faintly see that hickey you got, too. Anyway, there, that's better. Now spill!"
I examined myself quickly, making her laugh more. While she drove, and appropriately enough Trent Reznor belted out "I want to fuck you like an animal" in the background, I gave her the brief description along with finding the note.
"Oh shit," she sighed. "He gave you the kiss off after a night of wild, passionate monkey sex?"
I raised an eyebrow at her description. "Yes. I'm giving him a few days, but then I need to talk to him."
She nodded enthusiastically, swerving around someone daring to drive sixty mph on the freeway, making me clutch the handle of the door. "Yeah, don't let it go too long. I know he's having trouble dealing with everything that happened and his feelings right now, but he wouldn't have done it if he didn't love you," she said, uncharacteristically serious.
A bit more relieved, I gave her a half smile. "Thanks. I'm trying not to focus on it too much, so that's good to hear."
"So, you and Jake got it on. It's about time he wielded the mighty sword and gave some love to the fiery furnace!"
I shook my head in disbelief as she pulled into the theater parking lot in Port Angeles. "You read way too many romance novels!"
She snorted. "Please."
We got our popcorn and went in to watch the bloody battle of zombies versus mutants. It was a complete gore-fest, and it made me think of Jake and how this was the type of movie we had seen together what felt like ages ago; when he was happy and made me happy, too. When the last battle ended, with the mutants being victorious and taking over the world, I shoved the last of my popcorn in my mouth.
Leah complained she was hungry as we headed outside into the light drizzle. I gave her a look and said, "You eat as much as the guys do."
"I got lots of energy to burn, though. Might give my booty call a ring later on; work it off."
I laughed. "Spare me the details. Let's go eat."
We stopped at a deli and got sandwiches before Leah dragged me into a lingerie store. She smiled evilly as she nonchalantly browsed around. "Now, let's see what we can find so you can seduce Jake into another round of slap the beaver…"
I examined what she was holding up, making a face. I didn't mind dressing in sexy lingerie, but that was a bit much. "Leah, there's nothing there. It's a strip of fabric. I don't think so," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
She snickered. "That's the point, Swan. But okay, fine, since you seem to be willing to look, I'll see if I can find something else."
She made me try on one piece of lingerie after the other, though I refused to show her some of them. Plus, I still had the one my mother had sent me, making me feel all flustered again that it came from Renee. Though to be honest, it really wasn't that surprising.
Finally, she found one in pink that was very sexy, and even though it had a thong, it was still a little more modest than some. And it was on the clearance rack for which I was grateful. Jake better come back and make love to me again; otherwise I was going to return this thing. She made a purchase, too, and we headed out to wander around the town since the rain had stopped.
When it was time to head home, we threw our bags in the car, and I leaned my head back on the head rest and closed my eyes, trying not to think about Jake's reaction to me showing up in something sexy and demanding more sex, and thinking of nothing else.
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JPOV
By the end of the week, I was tired and really just wanted to go back to the peace and quiet of my apartment, but my dad was still feeling poorly, so Friday night I was in my garage working on a neighbor's car. It was to take my mind off of my dad and Bella.
Billy had gone to the doctor on Monday and we had found out he wasn't getting the exercise he could do and needed to do. His muscles were weakening; he was at risk for heart problems, too, though the doctor was glad he was eating better. It had scared my dad, just as it scared me and Rachel.
We had started an exercise regime for him, getting him to lift some weights, to do light twists, and a couple times I would get him out of the chair and help him work his legs. It also helped to move his body in a different way as opposed to being stuck in his chair.
My dad hated this, but he was suffering through it so far. I knew it was difficult for him to have his son doing all this for him, and I didn't like that he felt that way. He had taken care of me growing up, still did in his own way, and knew so damn much about so many things. He was smart and insightful and always had good advice.
I may have to lift him out of his chair and help him a few times, but he was pretty self-sufficient. I made sure to say all that and though he didn't react, I got the feeling he felt better hearing it.
Rachel poked her head into the garage just then. "Hey, little brother," she said lightly. "I was going to head home after checking to see if dad needed anything, and I thought I'd pop in and see how you're doing."
I concentrated on the car, shrugging slightly. "I'm okay. Why?"
She pursed her lips when I finally looked at her. "The fact that you can barely meet my eyes, look tired, and seem really distracted is a big indicator you're brooding."
I gave her a look. "I'm not brooding. I'm tired."
"Look," she said gently. "I won't ask because you don't seem to want to talk about it, but I think it has to do with Bella. Things have improved between you two it seems, at least a bit. Just tell her what you're thinking, okay? She's the one that needs to know."
I glanced over at her. I had pretty much come to that conclusion myself. It had been almost a week since I'd slept with her, hadn't talked to her since, and the memories of that night and the silence was getting to me. We really did need to talk. It wasn't something I was relishing, but it was necessary.
"I know I do, Rach. And I will. Thanks," I said.
She nodded. "Sure, little brother. I'll talk to you later."
After she left, I finished what I was doing and then poked through my drawers looking for a particular tool. My ears caught the sound of Bella's truck pulling up, and I felt my stomach dip.
Bella's legs were wrapped around my waist, her silky skin free to explore with my mouth.
Bella's soft, brown eyes met mine and were clouded with lust. My boner was rubbing against her thigh, and she was pleading with me.
Every single bit of it came back to me as I heard her walking toward the garage. The light was glowing, so she knew I was back here. Her pounding heart could be heard a mile away, I thought, as she came into the garage.
"Jake?" Her voice was soft, a little melancholy.
I turned around, meeting her eyes. Her hair was draped over her shoulder in a smooth braid, her mouth glistened with some kind of shiny, lip stuff, and she had her arms crossed over her mid-section looking a bit uncomfortable.
"Bella," I said. I didn't really know what else to say or how to start.
"I'm sorry," I finally said after there was too much silence. "I didn't intend to upset you by leaving, if I did, but I just needed to…"
"Think," she supplied, fiddling with the edges of her coat.
"Yeah, well. I had planned on getting in touch with you anyway. We need to talk."
She ran a hand over the trunk of the car and came around to the side to sit on the arm of the little sofa I had in there.
"I wished you hadn't left," Bella admitted, her cheeks flushing.
It made me feel good to hear that, though I needed to get out what had been bothering me. "I didn't want to," I told her. "All I kept thinking of is how you told me you had wanted it all with me; that you loved me, but in the end he was what you wanted more. All that I had offered, even as just a sixteen-year old, you threw it away."
"Jake," she said, "I'm still young, but I've realized what you mean at eighteen in terms of love is a lot different after you lived life a little and grew older." She looked dejected, her shoulders slumping. "I won't lie to you anymore. In some ways, I did love Edward enough to give you up, but I never stopped thinking about you."
I leaned against the car, knowing it was stupid and couldn't be helped, but still wishing she hadn't loved that damn bloodsucker so much. I had been so sure we were meant for each other.
"I haven't been able to get it to work comfortably for me that I'm your second choice. You came back to me because of your marriage failing. It wasn't a straight up choice that you loved me more, was it? And you're still married. That's not exactly what I want in my life; a wife of another to be mine. What's to say things won't change and you'll go running off with him again anyway?"
Her cheeks had paled as I spoke, and I felt bad for it, but my own stomach was twisted in knots.
"Did it even bother you sleeping with me and knowing you're still married?" he asked.
Tears glistened on her eyelashes. "I'm not that type of person, Jake," she gritted out. "Yes, we slept together, but things are so much more confusing and complicated. I may still be legally married, but my relationship with Edward ended before I ever left."
She sniffled quietly.
"I'm still messed up over this," she pointed out. "I know I made a lot of mistakes, but coming home, sleeping with you… none of those were. I didn't want to be in contact with the Cullen's again. I had to leave there, but I've been thinking of requesting divorce papers. Honestly, I'm not even sure about the legality; I mean he's a vampire. I had married who he had been. Edward Masen. It doesn't make sense to me."
It didn't make a hell of a lot of sense to me either. It didn't seem right that we were taking up when she was married, no matter how much I hated that son of a bitch, but it wasfucking confusing.
"My main concern is you running from there to come back home. I was always your second choice, Bella. That doesn't feel so great."
Her mouth pursed and she absently smoothed her coat down. "Jake, I can't change what I did. More and more I tend to think what I felt for Edward was more obsession than love. There was some love there, but he said in the beginning everything about him drew humans in. That was how they killed."
I cringed.
"What I realized when I was gone was how much I wanted you in my life," she whispered. "I was in love with you then, and I still am." She spread her hands hopelessly. "Don't you feel the same?"
She looked on the verge of tears again. She had shown me her weakness; it was time I did the same.
"Yes," I admitted softly. "I've always loved you. I even loved you when I thought you were dead." My stomach still gave off a ping when I thought of that. "I'm still in love with you, Isabella Swan."
She was crying now.
"It has been hard to trust you again. I know why you did it, so you don't have to keep apologizing, but apparently you were told how bad it was for me. I wouldn't have left your room if Quil and Embry hadn't helped me out. I was lost, Bella. Hell, I still am. I tried moving on, and I managed that in some ways, but something was always missing and in its place was grief."
I leaned over, brushing her tears away. "I'm still working on it, but it's gotten easier. We have to work on it together."
She nodded. She looked so delicate sitting there.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about how much I wanted you to know I love you, and how hard I'm willing to try and regain your trust," she said fervently, looking up with surprising fire in her eyes.
"We can work on this together, like you said. You're willing to try?" She was looking me straight in the eye, though I could still see the fear lurking there.
"I am," I said.
She stood up. "I've also realized just how good it was last weekend. I came to talk to you, but I also came to seduce you."
Surprised, my eyebrows shot up when she pulled her coat off. She kept her gaze on mine as she lifted the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head and unbuttoned her jeans.
My hard-on was instantaneous.
Bella was in a black thong, with a sheer black top that fell to the top of her thighs. It was a v-neck that ended around her stomach and was held together with little strips. I could see plenty of skin and her breasts were barely covered in it. She was mouth-watering.
"You surprise me," I managed to say. This Bella was a little more insatiable than I imagined, but I knew I would enjoy.
She moved closer to me, and I brushed a finger over the silky material. "I liked making love you," she said, her blush creeping back. "I want you again."
I moved too quickly for her, pinning her against the hood of the car. "Good," I said. We could shelve our issues for now. At this moment? "I want you on the hood of this car."
Her eyes widened. "On the car? What about…"
I cut her off by slipping my tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly, melting against me. "Get on the car. I'm taking you here and now."
Her chest was a little flushed now, too, but she obliged and met my eyes with her own now eager ones. I pulled the miniscule thong off her, spread her legs wide, and unzipped my jeans. Her breathing was faster, more excited, and I kissed her pert nipples right through the material.
She reached up to pull it off. "No," I murmured, stilling her hand.
I leaned down to kiss the swells of her breasts, feeling her arch. My one hand braced on the car, I grasped her delectable ass, yanking her down to the edge, and plunged myself into her with no warning.
Her muffled cry was music to my ears, and we took what we both needed from each other… over and over again.
Chapter 14
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AN: Well, I hope that was satisfying for everyone! ;o) I struggled with that love scene, but in the end, I was happy with it. So, hopefully everyone else was, too! And by the way, I was nominated in the category "Non-Canon Fic Award" in the Non-Canon Awards for PutP. Voting is open now if you'd like to vote! :o) Quite a few wolf girls made it in and since we're up against vamps, too, we need all the help we can get! Here
As far as the lingerie goes:
Bella's gift from her mother and what she wore to go to Jake:
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What Bella bought for another occasion:
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Leah's suggestion ;o):
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Author: exquisite_ugly
Rating/Warnings: M (language, future explicit sex)
Summary: Bella returns to Forks a few years after having married Edward and moving to Alaska. Mistakes and regrets, loneliness and grief, she severs ties and returns to those she truly loves to start over. What will she come home to? AU, A/D/R, M-language/sex
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Is this a lasting treasure/Or just a moment's pleasure?/Can I believe the magic of your sighs?/Will you still love me tomorrow?/Tonight with words unspoken/And you say that I'm the only one/But will my heart be broken/When the night meets the morning star?
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"I want you… just you… only you…"
The words spilled from my lips and echoed around the room as Jake hovered above me, bracing his weight on his arms. His teeth had captured my earlobe and I didn't realize until right then how sexy it was to have your ear nibbled on. When his tongue tickled behind my ear, working his way back to my throat, a steady throb had taken up residence between my thighs.
Jake's back was smooth to the touch, warm, and I could feel the muscles flexing. It excited me more to feel the strength in him.
Our mouths met again, while my hands worked at his jeans button. His lips angled over mine, and I sighed, stroking my tongue against his. The feel of his tongue filling my mouth was intoxicating and made me think of other areas being filled.
Jake's jeans were finally undone and pushed partially down, but before I could explore, he caught my wrists in his hands. I started to protest, but he pinned them over my head, and the look in his eyes stilled me. They were filled to the brim with lust, need, and a bit of frustration. His mouth descended on my throat again where he sucked hard on the sensitive skin, his hips thrusting forward to rub against me right where I wanted it.
My body - amazingly - felt even hotter. "There, right there," I pleaded, giving up any pretense of calm or cool collection. I wanted it all.
When his hips moved again, I pushed up to feel even more. I needed to feel more of him. He released my hands to grasp the bottom of my shirt and in one fast movement he had yanked it over my head. He leaned down to trace his tongue over the line of my cleavage, and I felt my nipples harden instantaneously.
He took his time tasting, but it was driving me nuts.
"Jake, more," I pleaded.
One fast tug and he ripped my bra off of me. His eyes were fiercer than ever as they met mine. It didn't even matter that it might have been torn. His lips latched on and tugged at my nipple, rough in his touch and taste.
I took advantage of the freedom of my hands. My fingers trailed the length of his back, moving back up to tangle into his hair. It wasn't as long as it used to be, but it was long enough to twine my fingers in. Holding tightly, I urged him back to my breasts. He squeezed them in his big hands, tugging at my nipple with his teeth, making me cry out in ecstasy.
My body was on fire, my legs were shaking. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not caring at the moment if we were still partially clothed. There was an aching and throbbing feeling in me and this way I could press myself against him.
When he gave one long, last swipe of his tongue over my taut nipples, I moaned softly. My breasts felt tender from his touch, though it was quickly forgotten as he unwound my legs to pull the rest of my clothes off. His eyes finally really took me in fully naked, sprawled on my bed, my body aching for him, and I felt the first hint of a blush.
I loved how he looked at me. It was with such raw, hungry passion.
I felt beautiful, desirable, and like an unstoppable sexual force under his gaze. I sat up, keeping my eyes on his despite my embarrassment and tugged at his jeans. His mouth quirked slightly, while he helped me dispose of the rest of his clothes. I felt a throb deep inside when my eyes landed on his very exposed, very hard length. It was a little nerve-wracking; he was quite large.
A bit hesitantly, I reached out and stroked the tip of my finger up his shaft. His body quaked slightly, and I grew bolder as I curled my fingers around the thick length of him. He traced a pattern on the inside of my thigh, moving up to brush slightly over the sensitive nub between my thighs, and back down where he lifted my leg up over his shoulder.
My eyes widened as he pushed the other leg wider open, spreading me even further.
"Are you on the pill?" His voice was hard and husky.
When I nodded, he lifted my backside, and I felt the press of him against me. With one quick, hard thrust, he sheathed himself inside me. I cried out at just how much he filled me, my stomach quivering from excitement.
His eyes were locked on where we were joined. "So pretty," he murmured faintly.
I licked my parched lips. "More, Jake, more… more…"
He pulled back and then his hips surged forward, filling me, completing me. I clawed at the sheets, grasped his tight buttocks to try and pull him even closer, his hair, and cries spilled from my lips as he continued to slam himself into me over and over.
It was hard, it was rough, and it was so damn good.
His breathing was uneven, and I felt his groan as well as heard it. He suckled at my nipples until I begged him to kiss me. My leg was going numb, my behind would probably have brush burns, and my head board was banging loudly against the wall. And I loved it.
His lips found mine, and while his thrusting was intense, his mouth was almost gentle. His tongue darted in and out of my mouth repeatedly, teasing me, until he finally sank it just as deep as he sank his length inside me.
My inner walls clenched, while my back arched, and I gave a muffled scream against his mouth as my body shuddered with release.
The orgasm was so strong I felt weak immediately after, but he began to thrust even harder, sending me higher as his body brushed against that little nub of flesh.
"Shit," he gasped. "You feel so good… oh my God, Bella…"
I gripped his hair, cradling his face against my breasts, while he gave a small cry and shuddered out his release. My own body rippled with another small orgasm.
We lay there, and I felt very nearly stunned. His breath whooshed softly over my chest, and I felt his lips brush my breasts in a soft kiss. My body continued to throb from pleasure, and I couldn't believe how damn good at this he was. I whimpered as he pulled out of me, not wanting to lose the feeling, but he stretched out next to me. His hand idly stroked my hip.
I wanted to say something, to hear him say something, but I couldn't make my tongue work and my eyelids felt so heavy…
I was still half-asleep, but my body was humming with pleasure. Confused, I didn't know what to think at first. Then it dawned on me what was going on when I felt a hand between my thighs, rubbing and stroking in all the right spots, and I gasped.
I arched into Jake's hand, his fingers sliding deep inside me, gently stretching them, before he pulled them back out. I was lying on my side, so I reached behind me, sliding my hand around his neck. He hooked a hand under my knee, pulling my leg up and back to drape over his hip.
His hand cupped my jaw, turning my head slightly, and I felt his tongue slide into my mouth. Still not fully awake, I succumbed to his hungry kiss, and thrust my behind back against him. He obliged with another fast thrust, and I moaned against his mouth as he began a steady rhythm.
"Ohhhh," I gasped as his other hand laced with mine, bringing them both down between my thighs.
His fingers stroked me just as my own did, making me cry out, and wishing he could go even deeper. His mouth was still playing with mine, and he sucked lightly on my lower lip. We both listened to the wet suction and slapping sound of our bodies connecting. It had heat racing through my body until I was spasming in his arms, wreathed in aching pleasure, feeling his body jerk against mine as he came.
My breathing was choppy, but being curled into Jake, I relaxed back into sleep.
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I could hear the rain drumming on the roof the next morning before I was fully awake. My body protested when I stretched. With a yawn, I reached out for Jake, but I came awake when I realized he wasn't there. Uneasy, I sat up, and slid out of bed. I grabbed my robe and padded out of my room. Charlie's door was closed, there was no one in the bathroom, and feeling my heart sink, I realized he was nowhere in the house.
My body throbbed everywhere as I headed back to my room. Glancing in the mirror, I pulled opened my bathrobe. My eyes widened and I gaped at myself. My breasts felt tender and they were scraped by what must have been Jake's stubble. There was a hickey on my neck, on my inner thigh, a little black and blue mark near my shoulder and red, scraped areas.
"Damn," I whispered. Jake had left a mark - well, several - on me.
And I wanted more.
I wouldn't compare past experiences with the one I had last night, but I knew how much I had enjoyed not being treated like a fragile piece of glass. That and the noticeable difference was the heat. I wasn't cold last night in the slightest; that was new. And I had come twice.
Still wondering why Jake had left, I turned back to my bed, flashes of warm, russet skin, big hands, and thrusting hips on my mind. It was then that I saw the piece of paper laying on the night stand. I opened it and read:
Bella,
Sorry to leave so early, but I needed to clear my head and think. Just give me a little time, ok?
Love,
Jake
That worried me, even though the word love was there, because I wanted him to know how much I loved him. I had thought he knew that already. There was even some knowledge there that he loved meas well. Sighing, I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling worried and restless. It took everything in me to not go rushing down to La Push to find him. If he needed a little time, I would give it to him; though I wasn't giving him any more than a few days to think about this.
Downstairs, I stuck a pop tart in the toaster and made coffee. After I ate, I showered, wincing as the warm water sluiced over bruises and scrapes. As I washed, I bit my lip and winced as I carefully cleaned myself. My body was feeling the after-effects of some pretty eager sex. I dressed and called Leah.
"Do you feel like going to a movie or something?" I asked when she answered. "I kind of want to get out of the house for awhile."
She agreed and came to pick me up. Once I got in, she turned and pointed straight-armed at me. "You!" she crowed.
I stared at her, wondering about her mental state, before she continued. "You had sex, Isabella Swan! With Jacob!"
Of course she would know. I couldn't seem to do anything without Leah knowing.
"Nasty, dirty sex," she added.
I rolled my eyes at her. "Shut up, Leah, and drive."
She snickered as she pulled away from the house. "Fess up, Swan."
"I did. So what? That wouldn't be any of your business now, would it? Anyway, how do you even know?"
"It's an unfortunate side-effect of having been a wolf with acute senses. I can smell too easily."
I cringed away from her, feeling more than a bit mortified. "That's disgusting. I showered."
She barked out a laugh. "Tell me about it. Believe me; I don't want to be able to smell you after doing the dirty deed. Shower and all, it doesn't erase it all. I think it's some kind of weird wolf-smell-connection thing, too."
I made a face at her. "Gross. You're connected to Jake and the rest so much that you can smell… well…"
She snickered, so I added, "Just stop talking about it. I'm not sure I want to be friends with you anymore."
Laughing, she opened the windows. "Then I won't tell you that I can still faintly see that hickey you got, too. Anyway, there, that's better. Now spill!"
I examined myself quickly, making her laugh more. While she drove, and appropriately enough Trent Reznor belted out "I want to fuck you like an animal" in the background, I gave her the brief description along with finding the note.
"Oh shit," she sighed. "He gave you the kiss off after a night of wild, passionate monkey sex?"
I raised an eyebrow at her description. "Yes. I'm giving him a few days, but then I need to talk to him."
She nodded enthusiastically, swerving around someone daring to drive sixty mph on the freeway, making me clutch the handle of the door. "Yeah, don't let it go too long. I know he's having trouble dealing with everything that happened and his feelings right now, but he wouldn't have done it if he didn't love you," she said, uncharacteristically serious.
A bit more relieved, I gave her a half smile. "Thanks. I'm trying not to focus on it too much, so that's good to hear."
"So, you and Jake got it on. It's about time he wielded the mighty sword and gave some love to the fiery furnace!"
I shook my head in disbelief as she pulled into the theater parking lot in Port Angeles. "You read way too many romance novels!"
She snorted. "Please."
We got our popcorn and went in to watch the bloody battle of zombies versus mutants. It was a complete gore-fest, and it made me think of Jake and how this was the type of movie we had seen together what felt like ages ago; when he was happy and made me happy, too. When the last battle ended, with the mutants being victorious and taking over the world, I shoved the last of my popcorn in my mouth.
Leah complained she was hungry as we headed outside into the light drizzle. I gave her a look and said, "You eat as much as the guys do."
"I got lots of energy to burn, though. Might give my booty call a ring later on; work it off."
I laughed. "Spare me the details. Let's go eat."
We stopped at a deli and got sandwiches before Leah dragged me into a lingerie store. She smiled evilly as she nonchalantly browsed around. "Now, let's see what we can find so you can seduce Jake into another round of slap the beaver…"
I examined what she was holding up, making a face. I didn't mind dressing in sexy lingerie, but that was a bit much. "Leah, there's nothing there. It's a strip of fabric. I don't think so," I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
She snickered. "That's the point, Swan. But okay, fine, since you seem to be willing to look, I'll see if I can find something else."
She made me try on one piece of lingerie after the other, though I refused to show her some of them. Plus, I still had the one my mother had sent me, making me feel all flustered again that it came from Renee. Though to be honest, it really wasn't that surprising.
Finally, she found one in pink that was very sexy, and even though it had a thong, it was still a little more modest than some. And it was on the clearance rack for which I was grateful. Jake better come back and make love to me again; otherwise I was going to return this thing. She made a purchase, too, and we headed out to wander around the town since the rain had stopped.
When it was time to head home, we threw our bags in the car, and I leaned my head back on the head rest and closed my eyes, trying not to think about Jake's reaction to me showing up in something sexy and demanding more sex, and thinking of nothing else.
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JPOV
By the end of the week, I was tired and really just wanted to go back to the peace and quiet of my apartment, but my dad was still feeling poorly, so Friday night I was in my garage working on a neighbor's car. It was to take my mind off of my dad and Bella.
Billy had gone to the doctor on Monday and we had found out he wasn't getting the exercise he could do and needed to do. His muscles were weakening; he was at risk for heart problems, too, though the doctor was glad he was eating better. It had scared my dad, just as it scared me and Rachel.
We had started an exercise regime for him, getting him to lift some weights, to do light twists, and a couple times I would get him out of the chair and help him work his legs. It also helped to move his body in a different way as opposed to being stuck in his chair.
My dad hated this, but he was suffering through it so far. I knew it was difficult for him to have his son doing all this for him, and I didn't like that he felt that way. He had taken care of me growing up, still did in his own way, and knew so damn much about so many things. He was smart and insightful and always had good advice.
I may have to lift him out of his chair and help him a few times, but he was pretty self-sufficient. I made sure to say all that and though he didn't react, I got the feeling he felt better hearing it.
Rachel poked her head into the garage just then. "Hey, little brother," she said lightly. "I was going to head home after checking to see if dad needed anything, and I thought I'd pop in and see how you're doing."
I concentrated on the car, shrugging slightly. "I'm okay. Why?"
She pursed her lips when I finally looked at her. "The fact that you can barely meet my eyes, look tired, and seem really distracted is a big indicator you're brooding."
I gave her a look. "I'm not brooding. I'm tired."
"Look," she said gently. "I won't ask because you don't seem to want to talk about it, but I think it has to do with Bella. Things have improved between you two it seems, at least a bit. Just tell her what you're thinking, okay? She's the one that needs to know."
I glanced over at her. I had pretty much come to that conclusion myself. It had been almost a week since I'd slept with her, hadn't talked to her since, and the memories of that night and the silence was getting to me. We really did need to talk. It wasn't something I was relishing, but it was necessary.
"I know I do, Rach. And I will. Thanks," I said.
She nodded. "Sure, little brother. I'll talk to you later."
After she left, I finished what I was doing and then poked through my drawers looking for a particular tool. My ears caught the sound of Bella's truck pulling up, and I felt my stomach dip.
Bella's legs were wrapped around my waist, her silky skin free to explore with my mouth.
Bella's soft, brown eyes met mine and were clouded with lust. My boner was rubbing against her thigh, and she was pleading with me.
Every single bit of it came back to me as I heard her walking toward the garage. The light was glowing, so she knew I was back here. Her pounding heart could be heard a mile away, I thought, as she came into the garage.
"Jake?" Her voice was soft, a little melancholy.
I turned around, meeting her eyes. Her hair was draped over her shoulder in a smooth braid, her mouth glistened with some kind of shiny, lip stuff, and she had her arms crossed over her mid-section looking a bit uncomfortable.
"Bella," I said. I didn't really know what else to say or how to start.
"I'm sorry," I finally said after there was too much silence. "I didn't intend to upset you by leaving, if I did, but I just needed to…"
"Think," she supplied, fiddling with the edges of her coat.
"Yeah, well. I had planned on getting in touch with you anyway. We need to talk."
She ran a hand over the trunk of the car and came around to the side to sit on the arm of the little sofa I had in there.
"I wished you hadn't left," Bella admitted, her cheeks flushing.
It made me feel good to hear that, though I needed to get out what had been bothering me. "I didn't want to," I told her. "All I kept thinking of is how you told me you had wanted it all with me; that you loved me, but in the end he was what you wanted more. All that I had offered, even as just a sixteen-year old, you threw it away."
"Jake," she said, "I'm still young, but I've realized what you mean at eighteen in terms of love is a lot different after you lived life a little and grew older." She looked dejected, her shoulders slumping. "I won't lie to you anymore. In some ways, I did love Edward enough to give you up, but I never stopped thinking about you."
I leaned against the car, knowing it was stupid and couldn't be helped, but still wishing she hadn't loved that damn bloodsucker so much. I had been so sure we were meant for each other.
"I haven't been able to get it to work comfortably for me that I'm your second choice. You came back to me because of your marriage failing. It wasn't a straight up choice that you loved me more, was it? And you're still married. That's not exactly what I want in my life; a wife of another to be mine. What's to say things won't change and you'll go running off with him again anyway?"
Her cheeks had paled as I spoke, and I felt bad for it, but my own stomach was twisted in knots.
"Did it even bother you sleeping with me and knowing you're still married?" he asked.
Tears glistened on her eyelashes. "I'm not that type of person, Jake," she gritted out. "Yes, we slept together, but things are so much more confusing and complicated. I may still be legally married, but my relationship with Edward ended before I ever left."
She sniffled quietly.
"I'm still messed up over this," she pointed out. "I know I made a lot of mistakes, but coming home, sleeping with you… none of those were. I didn't want to be in contact with the Cullen's again. I had to leave there, but I've been thinking of requesting divorce papers. Honestly, I'm not even sure about the legality; I mean he's a vampire. I had married who he had been. Edward Masen. It doesn't make sense to me."
It didn't make a hell of a lot of sense to me either. It didn't seem right that we were taking up when she was married, no matter how much I hated that son of a bitch, but it wasfucking confusing.
"My main concern is you running from there to come back home. I was always your second choice, Bella. That doesn't feel so great."
Her mouth pursed and she absently smoothed her coat down. "Jake, I can't change what I did. More and more I tend to think what I felt for Edward was more obsession than love. There was some love there, but he said in the beginning everything about him drew humans in. That was how they killed."
I cringed.
"What I realized when I was gone was how much I wanted you in my life," she whispered. "I was in love with you then, and I still am." She spread her hands hopelessly. "Don't you feel the same?"
She looked on the verge of tears again. She had shown me her weakness; it was time I did the same.
"Yes," I admitted softly. "I've always loved you. I even loved you when I thought you were dead." My stomach still gave off a ping when I thought of that. "I'm still in love with you, Isabella Swan."
She was crying now.
"It has been hard to trust you again. I know why you did it, so you don't have to keep apologizing, but apparently you were told how bad it was for me. I wouldn't have left your room if Quil and Embry hadn't helped me out. I was lost, Bella. Hell, I still am. I tried moving on, and I managed that in some ways, but something was always missing and in its place was grief."
I leaned over, brushing her tears away. "I'm still working on it, but it's gotten easier. We have to work on it together."
She nodded. She looked so delicate sitting there.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking about how much I wanted you to know I love you, and how hard I'm willing to try and regain your trust," she said fervently, looking up with surprising fire in her eyes.
"We can work on this together, like you said. You're willing to try?" She was looking me straight in the eye, though I could still see the fear lurking there.
"I am," I said.
She stood up. "I've also realized just how good it was last weekend. I came to talk to you, but I also came to seduce you."
Surprised, my eyebrows shot up when she pulled her coat off. She kept her gaze on mine as she lifted the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head and unbuttoned her jeans.
My hard-on was instantaneous.
Bella was in a black thong, with a sheer black top that fell to the top of her thighs. It was a v-neck that ended around her stomach and was held together with little strips. I could see plenty of skin and her breasts were barely covered in it. She was mouth-watering.
"You surprise me," I managed to say. This Bella was a little more insatiable than I imagined, but I knew I would enjoy.
She moved closer to me, and I brushed a finger over the silky material. "I liked making love you," she said, her blush creeping back. "I want you again."
I moved too quickly for her, pinning her against the hood of the car. "Good," I said. We could shelve our issues for now. At this moment? "I want you on the hood of this car."
Her eyes widened. "On the car? What about…"
I cut her off by slipping my tongue into her mouth. She moaned softly, melting against me. "Get on the car. I'm taking you here and now."
Her chest was a little flushed now, too, but she obliged and met my eyes with her own now eager ones. I pulled the miniscule thong off her, spread her legs wide, and unzipped my jeans. Her breathing was faster, more excited, and I kissed her pert nipples right through the material.
She reached up to pull it off. "No," I murmured, stilling her hand.
I leaned down to kiss the swells of her breasts, feeling her arch. My one hand braced on the car, I grasped her delectable ass, yanking her down to the edge, and plunged myself into her with no warning.
Her muffled cry was music to my ears, and we took what we both needed from each other… over and over again.
Chapter 14
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AN: Well, I hope that was satisfying for everyone! ;o) I struggled with that love scene, but in the end, I was happy with it. So, hopefully everyone else was, too! And by the way, I was nominated in the category "Non-Canon Fic Award" in the Non-Canon Awards for PutP. Voting is open now if you'd like to vote! :o) Quite a few wolf girls made it in and since we're up against vamps, too, we need all the help we can get! Here
As far as the lingerie goes:
Bella's gift from her mother and what she wore to go to Jake:
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What Bella bought for another occasion:
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Leah's suggestion ;o):
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