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Stay With Me	By : consumedbyfire Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 3166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer, the creator of Twilight. no money/profit is made

Chapter List
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Intro A/N: This is an all human AU Jacob/Bella story. I'm not necessarily cruel to Edward or Leah here. No one is related except Edward and Alice who are siblings. Edward's last name is Masen and he and Bella are married. I'm not condoning or condeming infidelity. This is just fiction for me, playing with that question, what happens when you meet the right person but at the wrong time? Do you follow your heart or stick to doing the right thing? Do you give up everything you've built to be with that person or stay with someone you've already pledged yourself to for better, for worse?
Key:
He/His - Jacob
She/Her - Bella

Chapter 1 - Over

Bella's breath sped up faster.
Each time his eyes met hers, her heart would race out of control, causing her breaths to shorten and increase their pace. Then she would lower her eyes down to her plate or softly shake her head to clear it of the horrifying thoughts and treasonous desires within, turning to make conversation.
It wasn't a surprise to Bella that her plate was still more than half full. Her nerves were too twitchy and her muscles too tense to worry about something trivial as eating. A perfectly natural reaction to having dinner with your husband, right? Well, dinner with your husband, his boss and her husband.
She stole another quick glance towards him. His eyes were lit with a fire she had come to know all too well this past month. And just as she was about to turn towards her husband and ask him if he wanted some more wine, she saw his tongue slide along his lower lip slowly, seductively, his meaning all too clear. Bella shuddered and felt tingles all throughout her body as she remembered that tongue on her skin, in her mouth, tasting her.
"Bella?"
Bella's head snapped to her name. "Yes?"
She quickly saw him trying to hold back his laughter, an amused smirk settling onto his face, before she turned to her husband. She hated him. She really did.
"Sweetie, I was saying that Ness invited us to join her and Jacob at their house down the shore next weekend. Would you like to go?"
Bella's heart faltered. Oh God. Close quarters for a near forty eight hours with her own personal walking temptation? With both her husband and his wife there? Bella felt her palms start to sweat, a natural response to her fear. She had become someone she didn't recognize these past four weeks, her behavior shocking and uncontrollable. How was she going to control herself for those two hellish days? Pure unadulterated torture, that's what it was. Though if he ever got them a moment alone…..
"Bella?"
She was jolted from her fantasy at her husband's concerned and insistent tone. She forced a small smile onto her face and batted her eyes at him. Sure enough, the tight line that his lips had formed into relaxed into her favorite crooked smile of his. It always seemed to work when she did that. "Sure, honey. That sounds like fun."
Ness chimed in, "Great. It's settled then. Bella, it will be so much fun. You'll have a great time, I promise."
Bella flashed her small smile at the woman on her right before turning it back onto her husband. She couldn't look at him. Not yet.
Edward's smile grew bigger and he grabbed her hand and squeezed, lingering there, silently thanking her. She knew this was important to him, how grateful he would be to have her there. She squeezed back. He then brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it reverently; a stabbing twinge of guilt tore into her heart at the loving action. He really did love her.
She sighed softly, a mixture of contentment and sadness. She loved him, too. She truly did, but she couldn't help herself. She hated herself for being so selfish, so helpless against him. She despised her very being for breaking her vows to this man, over and over again.
She felt the familiar stinging at the corners of her eyes and the unwelcome lump forming in her throat at the cool temperature of the skin engulfing her fingertips. She was dirty, tainted. How could she have ever let another man's lips, fingers caress her skin? How could she let someone brand her time and time again, taste her? How could she when she had this gorgeous, faithful, loving and kind man waiting at home for her?
She was definitely the scum of the earth. No, even lower than that, way lower.
She tried to swallow past the lump as she stared into her husband's tender green eyes. She didn't deserve him.
"So Edward, ahem, how's the Hoffman account coming along?"
For the first time that evening, Bella was grateful for Ness' presence. Edward gently released her hand and turned to answer the question. Once he was engrossed in the work-related topic, then and only then did she venture a look over at him. And what she saw there took her breath away.
His dark eyes were on fire and tight, his jaw set and he looked to be almost....shaking? He was angry, that much was obvious.
She shot him a pleading look. Why was he so angry? What the hell?
His eyes narrowed further as he stared at her, his face getting even darker. Crap. He was angry at her, but why?
His shaking got worse, almost to the point where Bella began to wonder if he was in the beginning throes of a seizure. And then just as quickly as the tremors had come, they disappeared; the shaking stopped. Although his eyes never left her, she glanced down to find Ness' hand on top of his, stroking gently, in an almost absent-minded manner as she continued the conversation with Edward. She raised her eyes back to his face. He seemed....calmer. He was still angry but not nearly as much.
The good old ugly monster of jealousy rose up in her. The pleasant feelings she had felt toward Ness earlier now dissipated with each stroke of her hand on Jacob's. She wanted to claw the woman's eyes out.
She did her best to conceal her frustration and rage, tearing her eyes from Jacob's and pushing her fork around her plate. But he had seen it. He had always been able to read her frighteningly well. One quick glance back at him told her he knew. And he was reveling in it.
She saw his jaw unclench and a wicked grin appeared, with an angry yet amused glint in his eyes. His hand grabbed Ness' and began to rub hers gently, tenderly, sensually.
Bella felt her heart thump faster and her pulse race with the hatred she felt right now for the woman to her right and the man sitting facing her who seemed to encourage it with each ministration.
He slowly brought his wife's hand to his lips and kissed it slowly, forcing the blood to rush to Bella's face and making Ness' breath hitch, interrupting the conversation. Ness turned her hand and placed it on his cheek, looking at him lovingly. Jacob returned the expression making Bella feel like she was going to be sick. What he did next made Bella's heart drop and shatter into a million pieces, allowing a much darker and more sinister form to take its place in her chest. He kissed Ness' open palm and whispered. "I love you, baby. You and only you."
Ness smiled, completely oblivious to Edward and Bella's presence in the room. A flush began to form on her beautiful features. Bella knew that flush all too well.
She wanted to scream! To throw her plate at Jacob! Demand these people leave her house at once, letting the door hit them on their asses on the way out! She wanted to slap him, hit him, punch him even! Knowing her, she'd break her hand but she didn't care. How dare he do this in front of her? What was his problem?
But, she knew she couldn't do any of these things. When she saw Ness lean in and kiss Jacob chastely, she swallowed quickly and turned to her husband. "Edward, I'm going to start the coffee and begin cleaning up. Would you like some more wine in the meantime?"
Edward was all too happy to be distracted from the loving silent exchange between the two people in front of him. He had never been one for PDA and neither had Bella. He smiled her smile. "No, I'm okay, love. I'll help you, give these two a minute to themselves." He flashed his grin at the couple who weren't paying attention to anyone or anything except each other. Bella rolled her eyes and wanted to heave.
As she made her way into the kitchen carrying hers and Edward's plates, her husband graciously grabbed the other two plates unbeknownst to the couple. Once they were in the kitchen dumping everything into the sink, Bella couldn't hold it in any longer. "Should I bother getting dessert ready or are they just going to go at it right on the table in front of us?"
Edward stared at her in shock. She knew he was uncomfortable being in there watching the horrendous display just as much as she was but it was obvious he didn't share her anger. She normally would have checked at the venom in her tone but she was beyond all rational thought currently; she was furious.
"Bella, they've only been married for six months. They're still in the honeymoon phase, to some extent. There's bound to be more public displays, I should think. It wasn't that long ago that we were still in that stage."
He gave her a pointed look, forcing her to drop her eyes and focus on the dishes she was washing. He was right. They had been in that stage not too long ago. Sometimes, Bella wished she knew how to get back there.
She closed her eyes briefly, willing the guilt and shame away. She opened them and began to wash the dish in her hand for the second time. "I'm just saying it's a little much. And if you ask me, it's completely unprofessional. She works with you, for crying out loud."
She turned and saw Edward roll his eyes. "Her family owns the company, love. She doesn't have to always worry about being professional." He turned an amused smile on her and she huffed impatiently, going back to her dishes.
They both heard the faint ringtone going off in the other room, cut off by a quick breathless "Hello?" Bella's stomach tightened. They then heard the low tone of Ness' voice but couldn't hear the exact words that were being spoken.
A minute later and the beautiful young woman stuck her head in. "Edward, can I speak to you for a minute?"
Edward placed the plates down on the counter that he had been gathering to use for dessert, glancing apologetically at Bella, and followed Ness out of the room.
Bella could hear Ness' charming voice getting farther and farther away. "So, Daddy just called and he said that Hoffman doesn't want us to stick to the traditional classic boring image he's been using for the last gazillion years. I'm glad he finally listened to me. Now he wants something new, fresh, exciting...."
Bella let an annoyed sigh escape her. She couldn't wait for this night to be over; three more dishes and she would be done. She almost regretted doing them this early. She would need something to keep her mind occupied once Ness and Jacob had left.
Speaking of, she couldn't wait for him to leave. His little display tonight had sealed the deal for her; she would end it. She loved her husband. Edward was good to her, good for her and he loved her. He had never given her a reason to doubt his love for her or his fidelity.
She winced and again sighed, this time sadly. Yes, she would do the right thing, the proper thing. It didn't matter how Jacob made her feel physically. She loved Edward, not him.
Yes, she would wait until they left, text Jacob and tell him it was over. Then she would never let Edward invite them over again. If she had to, she'd fake stomach viruses, nasty colds, headaches, even the swine flu, if that's what it took to keep the happy couple away.
The sponge made its third trek around the plate slowly as Bella let her thoughts wander. She would still have to do the weekend down the shore but she could do it. She felt strong enough, capable enough to deal with the close proximity of her former lover and his wife. She could do it. She would just make sure to keep Edward by her side at all times, just in case.
A sudden stiff bulge pressed up against her quickly jerked her back into the present. She felt a warm rush of air at her ear and dropped the sponge and plate into the soapy water in reaction. Her heart began to race and she let out a sharp gasp.
His hand crept its way to her hip, then to the front of her waist before sliding to the other hip. He grabbed her tightly and pulled her roughly into him, letting her feel his hard length digging into her back.
Bella didn't react. She couldn't; her mind was mush. She felt his breath at her ear again and she shivered. "I want you. Now."
Those words, spoken in the husky tone she always yearned to hear, snapped her back to reality. She began to struggle against him, tugging at his arm, trying her best to pry his fingers' death grip on her hip.
He only tightened his hold and chuckled darkly, "Feisty tonight are we? I like it when you're feisty." He had accentuated his meaning by thrusting his hips into hers when "like" made its way past his lips.
"Let me go. Right now." She kept her voice quiet, hoping neither of their spouses would hear her in the next room, but laced it with deadly menace.
He chuckled again and pulled her even tighter against him, effectively trapping her between him and the counter. "I don't think so." He then lowered his mouth to her neck. “Relax, they won’t hear us. They’re too busy creaming themselves over that new account bullshit.” He kissed her skin, his hands wandering up the sides of her body. As much as she hated it, her body began to respond to Jacob’s familiar touches and was making her crave even more. “Relax, baby,” he whispered into her ear. Her eyes drifted closed and she began to melt into him.
Jacob felt her body slacken against his and he knew he was winning. He pressed open-mouthed kisses from behind her ear to the left side of her jaw. Bella’s fingers buried themselves into the counter. His familiar scent was working its magic on her senses and before she knew it, she was seconds away from begging him to do what he seemed very intent on doing. She wanted him; she wanted him now. Everyone and everything else be damned.
He chuckled in triumph, “God, you have no idea how badly I wanted to grab you, throw you on the table and fuck you right in front of them. I’ve been thinking about it all night.” The fingers of his left hand teased her right breast, causing her head to fall back onto his shoulder. He nibbled on her neck. “I bet I could fuck you right here, right now,” His left hand began to sneak into the neck line of her dress. “And that motherfucker still wouldn’t have a clue,” he growled.
Bella’s eyes snapped open at the mention of Edward. She turned to meet Jacob’s face, which was only inches from hers, and yanked his hand out of her dress, glaring at him. "That’s it. Let me go, Jacob, or I'll scream for Edward."
The smug smirk that had been playing along the edges of his lips, his warm lips...concentrate Bella!....disappeared and his eyes tightened. "Really? Well, why don't you go ahead and do that then? I can tell him how I've been fucking you senseless for the past month and just how much you’ve been enjoying it."
Bella's eyes narrowed. She HATED him! Two could play at that game. "Really? You'd hurt your wife like that? I thought you loved her." Malice lingered at the edges of her hushed tone.
His eyes tightened even further and now his jaw was clenched as well. "All I’d have to do is sweet talk her a little and she’d get over it. Throw in some flowers and some good old-fashioned sentimental sex and I’d be in the clear. Guaranteed." Bella growled a small sound in obvious revulsion. His eyes lit up again; he had called her bluff. "My marriage will be the one that lasts. Yours and Cullen’s won't." His eyes then flashed in angry challenge.
Bella turned almost completely in his embrace and slapped him hard, making his arms fall from her. Her hand stung from the force of it but she didn't care; he had deserved it. She stepped back, putting some distance between them.
He swiveled his gaze back to hers after his head had been moved from the force of the slap. His eyes were dark and the anger shone brightly.
Bella listened for the other two people in the house, thinking they had heard the loud contact her hand had made with his face. They hadn't; she could still hear them talking on the other side of the house. Edward’s voice gave her the bit of strength she needed to solidify her resolve. "Get out. We're done. I don't ever want to see you again."
Jacob's eyes flashed again at her low hiss. He began shaking again.
Bella's eyes widened but only for a moment. She narrowed them once again in his direction. "This is it. I mean it, no more. It's over. Go back to the table and wait for your wife!"
Jacob didn't say a word. He didn't even look like he was breathing, except for the tremors that rocked his body.
They went on like this for another minute, frozen in a silent stand-off, until Bella had had enough and turned around to finish what she was doing. She then heard his footsteps leave the room. Good. She closed her eyes and let out a heavy breath. She'd done the right thing. She'd deal with the emotional fallout later.
She heard Jake’s deep tone reverberate throughout the house, "Honey, I'll be right back. I forgot my phone in the car and I gotta call Seth about tomorrow's line-up."
"Okay, babe." Bella rankled at the soft voice full of adulation; she hated it. She heard the slight sound of lips smacking and she once again felt sick. Bella shook her head angrily. Let Ness kiss Jacob all she wanted. It wasn't her concern anymore.
She then heard the front door close with slightly more force than necessary, but not enough to give away his anger. Only she seemed to pick up on it, though; she heard the two voices immediately resume their discussion in the living room.
Bella finished washing the dish she had dropped earlier and rinsed it off, placing it in the drying board next to her. She pulled the plug out of the sink, letting the water drain, and washed her hands quickly. She then grabbed the towel, drying her hands, before rubbing some lotion into her palms from the dispenser on the window sill in front of her.
As Bella massaged the lotion in, her thoughts wandered. She had done the right thing. She loved Edward; she didn't love Jacob. She was married and so was he. The past month had been wrong, completely careless and inconsiderate on both their parts.
She was lower than the scum of the earth and she would never be free of the shame and remorse she felt. She could never right the betrayal of her beloved husband. Never.
The light of the coffee maker caught her eye and she leaned forward, pressing the button to get it going.
Bella closed her eyes tiredly. She just had to get through the next hour. Then she would tell Edward she needed to relax and take a bath. She would lock herself away in the bathroom upstairs and fall apart in the warm soapy water that would surely remind her of what she had just given up. She would let her tears fall and mingle with the water that clung to her pale skin.
Just one more hour.
Bella opened her eyes and moved to the cabinet to open it and start grabbing mugs.
From right behind her, she heard the garage door open swiftly. Before she could turn around to see if there was an axe murderer coming to grab her, a huge hand clamped down on her mouth, muffling her scream, and pulled her back into the garage. The door was shut hastily by the intruder but as quietly as possible, enveloping her in darkness.
Bella kicked and flailed wildly, trying to land blows anywhere she could. Her elbow had made contact with a solid wall of muscle and she heard a groan behind her. This spurred her on and she increased her movements, disregarding the pain she was also inflicting on herself. She wouldn't go down without a fight.
The hand clamped down tighter and she bit down with all she had. She heard a low hiss but the hand stayed where it was.
"Dammit, Bella! It's me!"
Her body slackened quickly and she withdrew her teeth from his hand which he then jerked away, swearing as he did. Her eyes had begun to adjust and she could just barely see his large form in front of her. She was in shock. Her heart tried to slow down and she tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving in and out rapidly.
Then Bella was angry. She began to fly at him with her fists, beating upon his shoulders, chest, stomach, anything she could reach. He groaned again and ducked his head, trying to hold her arms and dodging the blows. He caught one hand but the other opened its palm and slapped at him, his head, his face, anything it could find. Jake had scared the shit out of her! And did he think she just forgot what he had said to her in there? What he had done in front of her? Who the fuck did he think he was?
He growled dangerously and then bent his body, tackling her like they were playing a damn football game, picked her up, and lowered her onto her back on the hood of Edward's car. Bella was about to yell at Jake in a rage when his hand clamped down on her mouth again, forbidding any sounds to escape into the air around them. He forced himself in between her legs and bent down over her, bringing his face dangerously close to hers. "Bella! Stop fucking hitting me!" She tried to retort but his hand wouldn't let her so she brought her free hand and slapped at him again. He brought his other hand, the one ensnared around her other wrist and captured the free one, placing them both roughly above her head. "Stop!"
She looked towards the door wide-eyed. She was surprised that both of their spouses hadn't bust through the door, wondering what all the noise was. Surely, Edward would have come running by now....
"Bella."
She forced her eyes back to him. His eyes were angry again; she was, too. But funnily enough, she had never been more turned on in her life. Bella tried once more to struggle from his grip. No, she wouldn't do this anymore. No.
And sure enough, his hold on her tightened, almost to the point of pain and he became even angrier. Jake pulled her up to meet him; his lips not even an inch away from his hand covering her mouth. He bored his eyes into hers and spoke quietly but with meaning, "It's not over until I say it's over."
Bella tried to bite his hand again in her fury but Jake had learned his lesson. He removed his hand and crushed his lips to hers, snuffing out any intentions her teeth had. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, plundering, taking without permission. She couldn’t help but groan. She loved the feeling, the taste, but she was still angry. How dare he?
He let her wrists go so he could wrap one of his around the back of her neck, helping him to snake his tongue in further while the other hand gripped her backside and pulled her into him more fully.
Bella felt the familiar hardened bulge brush against her nether regions, causing her to gasp into his mouth. God, how good he felt.
She didn't want it to stop but the more rational part of herself screamed at her to. This was wrong. She had just done the right thing barely two minutes ago. Now, she was willing to just jump back into this? Without a second thought? Again?
She had to stop this. Her husband and his wife were only a few rooms away. Not to mention that they would likely be caught; she was loud. They both knew that. And Edward would come looking for her, to help her, no doubt, put coffee and desert on the table for their guests.
One of those guests who just happened to be reaching his hand into the top part of her dress, moving past the bra and massaging her right breast. Oh God. Her mind was fogged with the hazy lust he always created with his skilled hands.
Jake’s tongue was forcing hers to move with his in a rhythm that imitated the motion in which their bodies had been moving in repeatedly these last few weeks. His fingers were now rolling her nipple in between them, pulling it taut, teasing.
Bella moaned and his tongue consumed the sound. They were breathing loudly through their noses but neither one seemed to care. She bit down on his bottom lip, making it bleed and him groan. The taste that normally would make her sick didn't even register; it was a part of him. And she needed him, all of him, every bit.
His hand made its way out of her bra and pulled out of her dress, making her whimper in protest. He smiled wickedly against her lips. His hand then trailed down her body, eliciting goose bumps on her skin underneath the fabric he passed. He reached the hem of her dress, pulled up in their struggle, to reveal her creamy thighs. Jake swiftly dug under the material and cupped her mound over the thin layer of the panties she was wearing. He began to rub her slightly, feeling the dampness already coating the underwear. Bella’s breath hitched and her eyes rolled into the back of her head when he skirted his fingers past the constricting lace and a finger entered her. He lowered his mouth to her neck, suckling and nipping as she thrust her hips to meet him while he slipped another finger in. God, she needed him.
Jake was increasing his pace, pumping in and out of her steadily, and she found herself moaning against his ear. The pressure was beginning to build.
Bella pulled the collar of his shirt away from his neck, sticking her tongue out for a taste. She traveled from the bottom to the top, resting right at that spot right under his ear that she knew he loved.
Sure enough, Jake’s fingers started to move faster within her and she heard a small reward of a moan coming from him. He turned and kissed her deeply, consuming her cries as she felt the coil tighten in the pit of her stomach. The pressure was rising with each plunge of his fingers.
She let her right hand make its way down his body, past his vigorously moving arm and to his pants. How she was able to have enough coherence to do this movement, she would never know. The pressure was close to bursting; she could feel her legs tightening against him.
Bella fumbled with the button on his jeans and quickly brought down the zipper. She forced her way inside, gasping at her surprise to find nothing else but him under there. She looked at him expectantly. He smirked and moved his hand even faster; it was obvious that he either he knew or was hoping something would happen between them tonight. Bella hoped it was the latter. She was bucking wildly against him now. A part of her wanted to abandon her search, at least until the pressure had released. But, another part of her wanted to feel him, to touch him, to make him hers in this moment.
As difficult as it was, and oh, it was, she gripped him and pulled him free of the restraining jeans. Jake growled against her, suckling on her neck once again. She knew she'd have a mark there that would be impossible to explain away but right now she couldn't care less.
He added a third finger to his rapid pace and the pressure neared the surface. Bella relinquished her hold on him and dug her nails into his shirt clad back, dragging them down in her near state of bliss and ecstasy.
She moaned louder which was cut off by the hand that had been gripping her backside the whole time as it clamped down on her mouth. His other hand ceased its movement much to her disappointment. "Keep it down or I'm not gonna get to fuck you like we both want."
She closed her eyes and gasped, nodded quickly, and he removed his hand from around her lips. He started pummeling her core with his fingers in a speed that she didn't even know was possible. She was so close.
Bella shut her eyes even tighter, waiting for the stars and streaking white that would surely come, playing out on her closed lids. She bit down on his shoulder, preparing to muffle her imminent screams. Just when the pressure was about to explode, Jake stopped and removed his fingers from her; her walls clenched around the soaked digits, trying to pull them back in. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him.
There was only a sliver of pale moonlight illuminating Jake from the window in the garage door. His head was bent and he had his hand around his length. He stroked once, twice, lubing himself up with her wetness on his fingers, his jeans now missing.
Bella had no idea where they had gone to and she couldn't care less. She just prayed no one would walk in on them. She needed to feel him inside her. She needed to feel him moving against her, with her, in her.
She moved herself up slightly and moved her hand to move in conjunction with his. He let out a hiss and then raised his head and crashed his lips to hers.
Their tongues battled for dominance as his hands released his member to pull her dress up further and she pumped his shaft faster in anticipation. She felt him twitch in her hands.
Jake groaned into her mouth before swatting her hand away and then grabbing his erection again. "No, not yet." He grabbed her and pulled her to meet him. In the next second, he thrust himself inside her.
Bella moaned loudly and his hand cupped her mouth again. "Shh." She nodded her assent and he took his hand away. She felt so complete in that moment she felt like crying.
He closed his eyes briefly as if in concentration. "Fuck. You feel good," he whispered.
She raised herself up and clasped her hands onto the sides of his face, bringing her mouth to his ear. She moaned quietly into it and then licked his lobe.
That did it. Jake placed both hands onto her thighs and began to pound into her hard and fast. She sunk her teeth into his shoulder trying to muffle her sounds as he fucked her senseless. That word made her replay the memory from the kitchen earlier.
His subdued grunts sounded in her ear. She stuck her hand in between them, rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves furiously. Jake growled at her and swatted her hand away, pushed her harder into the car, leaning his body in such a way that his skin miraculously made contact with her clit.
They both hissed at the contact and then he resumed his frantic pace. The car was starting to move back and forth with their rhythm, making the tiniest creaking noises, as Bella felt the pressure beginning to build yet again.
He was kissing her, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he buried himself inside her over and over again.
Their pants grew heavier as their speed increased. "You feel so fucking good. So hot and wet, baby."
Somewhere inside her mind, Bella marveled at the fact that no one had come looking for them yet or to see what the source of all the noise was.
She bit down into his bronze shoulder again to stifle her sounds as Jake continued to grunt and groan quietly into her ear. One moan made it past her lips, though.
"Does that feel good?"
Bella couldn't formulate words. She just nodded quickly against him.
He somehow managed to get a hand underneath them and smacked her ass cheek hard, making her scream against his shoulder. She tightened around him in response. Jake groaned and his lids drifted closed. "Shit." He started to pound harder.
Only the sound of slapping skin filled the air along with their erratic breathing and quiet sounds of pleasure.
Bella was so close; the heat was flooding through her body. From the sounds Jake was making and the increased force of his thrusts, he was close, too.
He lifted his head and turned his face towards her, staring at her intently and never letting her break his gaze. Bella's eyes held his and she began to buck up towards him, meeting his thrusts. "Fuck, Bells," he whispered huskily. It had tumbled off his warm lips reverently and served to fuel the fire within her.
She threaded her hands in his hair and pulled Jake to her, crashing their lips into each other. Every moan that fell from her mouth, every cry, every sensual sound was consumed by him.
Eventually, they stopped kissing and just kept their mouths together, breathing heavily and moaning continually against the other.
He started to clench his eyes shut and grunt harder, his grip on her bruising. She started to fall off the precipice she had been standing on, shaking and crying out against him which he greedily devoured.
Bella gripped his shoulders tighter as she rode out her orgasm. He pushed into her more forcefully, huffing against her. Then, a few seconds later, he joined her.
Jake pulled out of her, stroking himself furiously, and then came all over her stomach with a hard groan. Once he was finished, he collapsed against her, pinning her to the hood.
She whimpered in discontent and he chuckled against her neck. She had wanted to feel all of him.
He raised his head slightly and looked down at her. "Now, now. None of that. You know better."
Bella scowled. Yes, she did know better. “But, Jake, I’ve told you….you have nothing to worry about.” Even though she was on the pill and had been for a while, Jake had decided they couldn’t afford to take the chance. Bella knew she should have felt grateful for his caution, something she should have considered more seriously herself, but when it came to Jake, all logic seemed to fly out the window. And since this whole thing had started, whatever this was, condoms had never been an option. Bella needed to feel him, every part of him, moving with her, inside her. It would have been a great sacrilege to let him touch her in any other way, the prophylactic acting as a vile impediment to their connection. She knew she was being stupid, taking such a huge risk and felt even dirtier because of it, but she powerless against her need for him. The need to be joined with him in the most intimate way was too great.
Jake had tried to talk her into using condoms several times, citing the bonus of extra protection, always claiming he wanted to be connected to her when he reached his peak. Bella had barely considered it before reissuing her blatant refusals time and time again. Jake would roll his eyes but she could see the spark of amusement in them as well as the satisfied smile he tried to hide when he would turn away, every time. A happy medium had been reached and they had both gotten what they wanted, him joined with her fully, without any constraints, but never allowing himself to finish inside her walls. It would make Bella glare up at him each time he would coat her skin with his fluids. Jake would shake his head and chuckle in response. Lately, Bella found herself yearning for him to give her this last part of himself even more than usual. The yearning that seemed to overwhelm all common sense and reason, all sanity.
Jake smirked and shook his head, walking away to find something to clean them up with. “Bells, I’ve told you. It’s not a good idea. What we’re doing is risky enough.” He found some paper towels and brought them over, ripping a sheet off to bunch it in his hand. He then began to wipe her skin where he had spent himself. “Maybe down the line but not now.” After cleaning himself as well, he tossed the soiled wadded up paper into the nearby waste basket and brought his eyes back to hers. “Don’t give me that look, Bells. You know we can’t.”
Bella lowered her eyes to his chest. “I know,” she relented sadly.
“Then why do you always push it?”
Her gaze snapped to his. It wasn’t a simple answer she could give. Because I want you, Jake. All of you. Because I can’t control how badly I want you. Because it’s something that my body seems to need for no apparent rational or logical reason. I know it makes me a tad perverted but, God, how much I want to feel you, how much I want this from you. Bella shook her head to clear it of the crazy thoughts and reined in self-control quickly.
"We have to stop this," she whispered it, a part of her hoping he would listen to her, the other part screaming for him to refuse, to protest heatedly, to once again assume control and tell her it wasn't allowed.
Jake’s thick mask stayed in place and he moved closer to her, stopping within an inch of her lips. He cupped her chin gently, his finger stroking her skin softly. "Is that what you really want?"
She swallowed as those onyx eyes held her captive. "Y-Yes." Crap. She cleared her throat quickly. "Yes. That's what I want."
He smirked and withdrew his hand and began to right his clothing. Bella was still on the hood of the car as she put her panties back on and then fixed her dress. She was fumbling with the top button when she saw his russet hand cover hers, stilling her fingers. She looked up at him questioningly.
Jake smiled at her, a wicked smile, and his eyes were darker again with that same amused glint in them. "Well, that's not what I want. And this...." His other hand snaked under her dress and rubbed the damp heated spot on her panties gently, making her breath hitch again and then whoosh out in a low moan. He smiled wider and moved in closer to whisper to her parted lips, "Isn't over 'till I say it's over."
Bella moaned again and cupped his cheek, leaning in to kiss him when they heard the beep sounding loudly from the kitchen.
He removed his hand, making her whine petulantly, which earned her another chuckle. "Sounds like the coffee's done." She nodded unwillingly, biting her bottom lip. "Time for us to go back in."
Bella pouted at him and his smirk grew bigger.
He leaned forward agonizingly slow, making Bella's heart thump harder with each inch he covered to get to her. At the last second, when she began to close her eyes and lick her lips in anticipation, Jake lowered his lips to her neck and kissed it gently. He pulled away and Bella glared at him, causing him to snort in amusement.
He turned and began to walk away from her when they both heard Edward's voice coming from the kitchen, "Bella? Bella, love?"
Jake stopped and looked towards Bella who was now practically hyperventilating. She smoothed down her hair and the skirt of her dress before preparing to get off the hood of the car. She felt a warm hand grip her wrist and push her back onto the hood forcefully. She looked up to meet the onyx eyes burning with anger yet again.
Edward's voice was getting closer. "Bella, sweetheart, are you in here?"
Bella went to pull her wrist out of Jake's grasp but instead, he held her arm out and then moved his other hand to pull her hard against him. Bella wriggled in his grip, looking at him like he was crazed. They were about to be caught, what could Jake possibly be thinking? She couldn’t have Edward walk in to see this; it would crush him. Bella couldn’t lose him.
Edward's voice was getting even closer. "Bella, where did you go?"
Jake stuck his hand into her panties and inserted a finger inside her. She gasped and despite the feelings of pleasure consuming her, she tried to move away from him.
He thrust in and out a few times, delving into her hot depths, and then pulled his finger back out. He let her wrist go and dipped his saturated finger into his mouth, licking the juices off it greedily. Bella started to breathe faster, watching in shock. He then dropped his finger and stared at her intently. The anger was gone from his eyes, replaced now with the fire she had seen there one too many times. "One for the road."
Bella gasped again and he smirked. Then without warning, Jake kissed her fast and hard. She could taste herself on his lips but it didn’t matter; it only served to heighten her arousal and need for him once more.
He pulled away, leaving her breathless and stumbling to catch her balance. He quietly laughed, rather darkly, while steadying her and lowering her to the ground. In a flash, he was near the door leading outside.
"Bella."
Her head whipped around to find a very relieved Edward at the door. He switched the light on, making her eyes squint and adjust. She took the opportunity to look near the place Jake went. The door was closed, the knob just turning.
Man, he was fast.
"Bella, love, what are you doing out here?"
Bella silently wondered if she looked as heated as she felt, hoping she hadn't given herself away so carelessly. But from Edward's expression, that didn't seem to be the case.
She cleared her throat. "Sorry, Edward. I just thought we'd have....," She wracked her brain quickly. "cake....for dessert instead." She was only a few feet from the refrigerator. Yes, that would work.
Edward began to step towards her, clearly a confused look on his face. "But, love, didn't you ask me to stop at the bakery to get cannolis?"
Bella cleared her throat again and turned to face him squarely. "I know I did, Edward. But the more I thought about it, the more sense it makes to have cake. It goes better with the coffee, don’t you think?" The last words held a false note of cheeriness as he came to stand face to face with her. She prayed he wouldn't be able to tell what she had been up to only two minutes prior in this spot, that he wouldn't somehow mystically smell the sex coming off of her or Jake's scent. Although, the idea of having his scent on her made her heady with desire.
Edward smiled and took her left hand in his, just brushing the skin on top with his lips ever so softly before releasing it. Bella tried not to think about how that hand had dug into Jake's back and clung tightly to him as he had fucked her. "Whatever you think is best, love. You’re a marvelous hostess. You’ve been so understanding about this whole thing. I must apologize once more for the inconsiderate short notice.”
Bella winced inwardly but managed to keep her expression smooth. She was getting better and better at the art keeping something hidden that she didn’t want seen these last few weeks. That thought nearly made her sick. “Edward, we already discussed this. It wasn’t your fault. You had as little warning as I did. It’s perfectly fine. This is important for you and the new account you’re working on. I don’t mind at all.” She gave him a small reassuring smile.
Edward leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. “What did I ever do to deserve someone so beautiful like you, loving me?"
Bella almost flinched as if he had hit her. Maybe it would have been better if he had. She didn't meet his eyes, she couldn't. She smiled wider and then turned towards the fridge, opening the door and grabbing the small white box within. When she closed the door and turned to follow him into the kitchen, Edward lifted the box from her hands and then let his left hand take her right one in his. She grimaced as she remembered where that hand had been not that long ago. Edward gave it a quick squeeze. "Let me get that for you, love." He led them back into the kitchen where the coffee pot was sitting in the machine, waiting to be dispensed. Bella felt a small lump form in her throat but she quickly swallowed it back down.
She washed her hands and set about pouring the coffee into cups and grabbing the creamer and sugar. Edward placed his hand gently on her arm. She glanced up to find him smiling her smile. The guilt continued to stab at her.
"Bella, I'll get that. Why don't you go to the bathroom and freshen up?"
Her eyes widened in horror and her breath caught. Oh no. He knew!
Edward chuckled. "Did you take a tumble in there or something? The corner of your mouth looks a bit swollen and your hair is a little disheveled."
Her cheeks flamed slightly at his choice of words. She had taken a tumble alright. Edward was still waiting for her response. Bella knew she only had a split second before he would figure it out, so she seized the opportunity. She chuckled back, "Yeah. You know me." She rolled her eyes dramatically.
Edward laughed. "Okay, well, why don't you go do that then? I'll take it from here." Bella smiled a small grateful smile and began to hurry out of there. "Oh, and Bella?"
Her heart stopped but she turned around to face him none the less.
"Why don't you turn on the lights next time? That way, you can see where you're going?" His emerald eyes sparkled with humor and he had a slight smirk on his face.
Bella let out a breath in relief. She rolled her eyes again and smiled. "Right. Good thinking." She turned and hastily made her exit, trying to keep herself from hyperventilating, at least until she could reach the bathroom.
She took great care to slip by the dining room unseen and made her way to the bathroom. She could hear Ness speaking lowly to Jacob as she passed. "Babe, I was thinking, after we leave here, why don't we go home a little earlier than planned?"
Bella froze, the anger rising up in her along with the need to gag. Ness was practically purring. She heard Jake chuckle lightly. Bella could feel the bile rising in her throat.
"You mean you can fit me into your schedule, Ness? I’m flattered. Gotta tell ya, though, I doubt you have that much time free. How about this? I've got that meeting tomorrow morning and Seth's handling things while I'm out. So, I’ll take a rain check. That alright, babe?"
Bella winced at the acid in Jake’s tone towards his wife. She knew his marriage wasn’t perfect, obviously, and he had alluded to Ness’ busy schedule being the main source of contention between them, but she never expected to ever hear him address the woman so harshly. Jake could certainly be a prick when he wanted to be, Bella knew that much, but she was not prepared for that much nastiness to ever come out of his mouth or for the icy response Ness gave him in return.
“Of course, dear. You’re right. Even five minutes would be too disruptive to my schedule. There are far more important things that require my attention. Of course you can have a rain check, darling. How about taking a permanent one?”
Jake snorted. “Fine by me, babe. I’m surprised you didn’t realize that I already had? You must have missed that memo.”
Bella’s mouth dropped. She and Edward had certainly had some arguments; she was no stranger to the practice of trading insults. But, from the sound of it, things must have been worse than Jake let on.
Ness laughed loudly. “Oh, Jake. How do you always know how to make me smile? You really are such an amazing husband; the best I could ask for.” Bella waited to hear the sarcasm and was shocked to find none. Ness almost sounded…..adoring of her husband.
“You make me sick,” Jake muttered quietly.
“Aww, love you, too, baby. But, let’s not be rude to our hosts and save your affections for later.”
Before Jake could respond, Bella heard Edward’s pleasant voice enter the room. "Here we are. Bella will be right in; she just had to check on something for me. But don't worry, she made the coffee."
"Oh, thank God." They all laughed at Ness' witty reply.
Bella couldn’t help but wonder just how bad things were in Jake’s marriage. She shook her head in exasperation at herself. It wasn’t any of her business. Yes, she and Jake may be…..involved, but that didn’t mean she could pry into his personal life. If he wanted to confide in her, that was one thing, but she would not ask. She had no right just as Jake had no right to pry into hers. He was on a strict need-to-know basis and same went for her. She needed to respect that. Besides, maybe it really was just a normal argument between them; maybe, Ness had worked too late again or something. Bella didn’t know and she shouldn’t care. She had her own marriage to focus on, regardless of what had developed between her and Jake this past month.
Bella felt her stomach tighten at the thought and continued her journey to the bathroom. She quickly closed the door behind her and placed her back against it, letting out a deep breath and closing her eyes. She forced away all thoughts of Jake, Ness and everything else. She only thought of Edward and how she would need to rescue him soon from the awkward tension that was sure to be hovering in the dining room. Speaking of her own marriage, that had been close. What had she been thinking?
Bella propelled herself off the door and walked to the sink. One glance in the mirror brought back the horror. Holy crow! Not only was she someone who had been fucked thoroughly, she looked like one, too! How had Edward not picked up on it? Or had he just ignored it? Pretended it didn't really mean what he had seen? No, she would've seen the pain, the betrayal, in his eyes. And she doubted Ness and Jacob would still be sitting here. Ness would be in hysterics and Jacob would be on the floor, nursing a broken nose or worse, for sure.
They definitely would not be drinking coffee in the other room, laughing politely.
Disheveled had been a kind term to use. Her hair was all over the place and sticking damp with sweat to the sides of her face! And her lips, it wasn't just the corner that was swollen as Edward had claimed. She looked like someone had stuck a vacuum hose to her mouth and they were plumped and bruised. Her face was fully flushed and wait....was that a mark on the side of her neck?
Dammit, Jake! How was she going to explain that? Or better yet, how was she going to go back out there and keep it hidden to the two pairs of eyes that would notice it immediately?
She cursed Jake under her breath and proceeded to wash her face, using the emergency bag of make-up she kept in this bathroom for touch-ups. She ran a brush through her hair and lifted the collar of her dress to hide the mark that was beginning to darken a bit. But not before she tried to obscure it with concealer. Well, the next few days were going to be fun. That was for sure. Hopefully, Edward’s lips and fingers wouldn’t go exploring in that area anytime soon. She remembered his eyes from earlier and sighed, her heart wrenching painfully. Hopefully.
Bella remembered his smile in the kitchen, how loving he was to her, how sweet he had been, and the pain only got worse. She did love him and she truly didn't want to hurt him. She felt tears stinging the corner of her eyes as she thought of what she had just done in the garage, of what she had been doing for four weeks.
She sniffled and took a deep breath, checking her reflection in the mirror. She was now someone she ceased to recognize. The woman staring back at her was completely alien to her. This was not the Bella Swan who had fallen deeply in love with Edward Cullen way back when. Where did she go?
Bella bit her lip in thought. She knew where that Bella had gone; that woman was long gone. Bella Swan Cullen ceased to exist and in her place, an empty shell, a zombie, a robot. A robot that smiled when necessary, politely interacted with the outside world when prompted and went through the motions on a daily basis. A robot that no longer felt anything, except for the guilt, shame and self-hatred she felt every time she slept with Jake, every time she even saw him, talked to him on the phone, anything. Otherwise, she was…..empty. No, she had no idea who this person was, this…..replacement in her life, posing as Edward’s wife, Emmett’s friend and the owner of her bookshop, Belle’s Books. She was simply a stand-in.
Bella shook her head, trying to get rid of memories, and appraised herself one more time. A shower was needed but that would have to wait until their guests left. She stared deeply into the brown orbs staring right back at her. She didn't care what Jake said. It was over. Tonight was the last time, ever. She loved Edward too much to lose him. She wouldn't survive it if she did.
She nodded at herself, feeling the air of confidence fill her chest, her very being, and she walked out of the bathroom with her head held high. She walked into the dining room and made her way to her seat, making her apologies, refusing to meet his gaze. Instead, Bella kept her eyes trained on her husband and Ness at the times the woman spoke. She smiled, she laughed, she made conversation and she held Edward's hand. She was the perfect little hostess.
Bella was right about the tension in the air but it was a different kind than the one she had been anticipating. She could feel his eyes boring into her but she never met his penetrating stare. She knew he was angry, she could feel it coming off of him in waves, but she refused to care. Good, let him be angry. Edward is who I love. Ness is who he loves. Or maybe not….not my business. Let that be that. She let her gaze fall on Edward, looking on him lovingly and squeezing his hand to affirm the fact, more to herself than her husband.
Once and only once did she sneak a quick glance in his direction. She was right; he was angry, but the unabashed, drowning desire was there, too.
When his eyes locked with hers, he very slowly moved his hand up to his cheek, unbeknownst to his wife and her husband who were engaged in another conversation about work, and then down to his chin and then up to his mouth. Very gingerly, he placed the tip of his finger to his lips, discreetly granting it entrance into his mouth, his lips enclosing around the head of the digit.
Bella's heart stopped as she realized it was that finger. Her breaths started to speed up and she felt the familiar heat returning.
He slowly pushed his finger in a little more, tasting it, his eyes never leaving hers. Then, he carefully removed it and placed his hand back on the table near his coffee cup as if nothing had happened. He inconspicuously slid his tongue in between his lips, gliding it from left to right, before letting it disappear again.
Bella was transfixed in his gaze. Edward's and Ness' chattering sounded far away as she heard her blood pounding in her ears. She was practically hyperventilating for the umpteenth time this evening and was shocked beyond belief that the people on both sides of her hadn't heard or noticed.
They were locked in a silent standoff. His eyes were telling her everything she needed to know: he wanted her, again, and he would have her, again.
She felt her heart start to speed up as she saw the cocky triumphant smirk on his face grow wider as realization dawned on them both. Bella gulped and looked away, afraid to look into his dark depths any longer.
He was right; it wasn't over.
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