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Paprika
By : Attitudinal
Category: Twilight Series > Het
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Chapter Six

Charlotte shifted uncomfortably. People were staring at her, she didn’t have anything on under the t-shirt but panties, she didn’t know anyone, she didn’t have anything on but panties… Jacob motioned her over, smiling. Charla nodded politely at everyone before coming to a stop in front of Jacob, who pulled her down onto his lap.

“Well, I guess I’ll start by introducing you to everyone; there’s Paul, Embry, Quil, Sam, Seth, and Leah.” He said excitedly, grasping her hand in his.

“Uh, Hi, I guess. Sorry for looking like such a mess, I literally just got out of bed. Like, fifty seconds ago.” She replied, rubbing a little more sleep out of her eyes. “Nice to meet all of you.” Leaning over, she shook hands with everyone, though Leah seemed a little reluctant. Sam was the first one to speak before an awkward silence could come over the small group.

“It’s good to meet you. I apologize if we woke you up. It’s been a while since we’ve seen Jake.”

“I can imagine,” she responded, shifting a little. Jake cleared his throat, but Charla couldn’t tell if it was because he didn’t want to talk about his absence, or if he had something to say. She assumed it was a little of both. “What’s it like up here on the reservation?” she asked. Jake was the loudest over the chorus of answers.

“Quiet. But nice. There’s a lot of movie-watching.”

She laughed.

“It gets a little boring now,” Seth commented, and Jake stiffened. “Now that they’re not—” Sam’s elbow found it’s way to Seth’s gut, knocking the wind out of the younger boy. Gasping for breath, he waved a hand, dismissing whatever it was that he’d been about to say. “Nevermind.” Sam stood, stretching.

“We’ll let you guys get settled in, and you can meet us later, to hang out, yeah?” it sounded like less of a question, and more of a statement.

“’Course.” Jacob answered for the both of them, and Charlotte nodded, stretching her arms above her head. As soon as the front door closed, he poked her in the ribs. Charla emitted a loud squeal, and bolted off of his lap to the couch beside him. Jacob followed her, pressing her back into the pillows, and laying his forehead against hers. “Look at the position you’ve put us in,” he said, his chest hot against hers, even through the t-shirt.

“I-I-I did not!” she stammered, scrambling for a response. Jacob was resting in between her thighs, the only barrier between them was the thin cotton of her underwear, and his pajama pants. He twirled a lock around his finger and kissed her nose. She wiggled, but that only served to get him further wedged against her crotch. She gasped.

“We… we should stop before we do something we regret,” she said softly, and he nodded, raising himself off of the couch, and helping her up in one fluid motion. Her stomach grumbled lightly, and before she could put one foot in the direction of the kitchen, Jacob hefted her into his arms, bridal style. “What are you doing?” she placed her arms around his neck for balance. He didn’t answer until he’d dumped her back on the bed.

“You stay here, I’m going to rustle up some grub.”

She laughed.

“Did you seriously just say that?”

He didn’t answer, only swept out of the room, obviously in search of food. He came back a little while later, with two bowls of cereal, without milk. Charla simply raised an eyebrow as he sat down, little kernels of cereal spilling onto the sheets. He handed her one of the bowls gingerly, and she took it, popping a brightly colored circle into her mouth.

“I haven’t had ‘Fruit Loops’ in forever,” she commented, tossing one at Jacob, who caught it in his mouth effortlessly. He returned the favor, and she leaned her head back, chomping down on the flying ‘O’.

“Neither have I. I usually don’t even eat cereal. But it was all we had,” he replied apologetically. “My father hasn’t gone grocery shopping for the week yet.”

Charla shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. We can do it for him, get into town, stuff like that. I’d like to see Forks. Maybe even Port Angeles, since it’s not that far away, right?” Jacob nodded. Charla thought for a moment. What were they going to do the entire time she was here? Probably the same things they had done at her house; swimming, eating, probably just screwing around in general. Screwing around…?

Her center tightened, and her face flamed at the thought. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jacob stiffen slightly, but he kept eating. He must have known, smelled it or something; Charla wasn’t stupid enough to assume that he wouldn’t notice when she was practically flooding her panties. But thank god he wasn’t pointing it out, and embarrassing her. Charla groaned inwardly, and tried to think of something other than his naked chest.

Old people sex? Ah! No good, just thinking about having sex with Jake now…. Puppies! Puppies are adorable! Cute dogs… Really sexy men who turn into dogs…. Jacob… Shit! Uh… Uh….

She was scrambling for something to cool down her raging hormones, but everything she came up with was always overridden with thoughts of her riding him.Jacob was wolfing down the cereal, swallowing massive handfuls of it until there was nothing left in the bowl.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” he said hurriedly, rushing out of the room. Charla chewed and swallowed some more Fruit Loops, and sighed. Had she repulsed him?

~

Jacob practically sprinted to the bathroom, and locked the door. His father was in the garage working, which left him ample alone time with Charla. And since they were both in favor of waiting to get any more intimate than they already were—though his body seemed to be reluctant to listen—he’d left the room. He’d noticed her arousal before she had, the musky scent wafting up to his nose, and instantly making him hard. And even if neither of them had said or done anything, he would have ended up jumping her. Her eyes had darkened with desire, and she was subtly rubbing her thighs together, seeking some kind of release. Her tiny panting breaths had sounded like thunder in his ear, and Jacob himself knew that if he hadn’t left then, neither one of them would have been leaving the bedroom all day.

Even knowing all of this, his cock refused to soften. Jacob stood in the bathroom with his pants around his ankles, and his erection jutting proudly away from his body. He willed himself not to touch it, not to give in to his baser desires. Even as he was telling himself this, his hand acted of it’s own accord, and reached down to squeeze and pull at his hardened cock. He groaned quietly. Images of them writhing together, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Images of him burying his hard length into her soft, wet, tight center.

“Shit,” he cursed, working his hands over his dick. His mind conjured more enticing pictures yet; her on her knees before him, running her tongue up and down his pulsing length before taking it fully into her mouth. Massaging his heavy balls with her other hand while she rubbed whatever she couldn’t swallow. He could practically feel her soft lips planting ghostly kisses on his throbbing erection, while her phantom fingers caressed his balls and tickled the underside of his cock.

Jacob came mightily, jerking and gasping silently. When the haze cleared from his vision, and his body had stopped quaking, Jacob took in his surroundings. Because he hadn’t bothered to try and do *that* in the best way possible, evidence of his desire covered the floor and side of the tub in sticky splotches. Jacob frowned. Had he no self-control? He set the dial in the shower for hot water, and rinsed off quickly, eager to get out of the bathroom. Jake toweled off and cleaned up quickly and quietly, leaving the bathroom with the soiled towel under his arm, and one wrapped around his waist. Charla was still sitting on the bed, though she had finished the cereal. Trying to hide the telltale blush on his cheeks, he crossed into his room, and threw on a pair of jeans, forgoing a shirt. Charla glanced at him as he entered her room, but looked away, swiftly fixing her gaze on some far away point outside the window. Jacob sat down next to her on the bed, the awkward silence weighing down on them like bricks.

“Sorry.” She apologized quickly. “I know this is super hard for you, and I am just making it worse.” Jacob looked taken aback at her apology.

“Are you honestly apologizing for something you really couldn’t help?” he asked, turning her face toward him with a single hand. “You shouldn’t.”

“Hm, I guess I am.” She responded, laying her head on his shoulder. Jacob stroked her head, and leaned down slightly, inhaling her scent. “So, are we still going to see all your ‘peeps’ today, or are we planning on a cereal-eating-television-watching-stay-inside because-we’re-lazy day?” she said, smiling. Jacob tapped her on the nose absently.

“Well, I’m thinking that we need to get the meet and greets out of the way. I know quite a few people will be miffed if they don’t get to see you today.” Jacob replied, and Charla traced invisible patterns on the bedspread. “I mean, unless you are seriously opposed to meeting everyone—”

“You know that I’m not,” she snapped, cutting him off. “I just… Well, what if they don’t like me? What if I don’t compare to your other girlfriend?” She said quietly. Jacob was taken aback. Some small dark part of himself chuckled at the thought that she assumed that he had even had a chance of a relationship with Bella. The other overwhelmingly large part was upset at the chance that he might have upset her.

“That’s not true at all. We were never really in a relationship to begin with, and trust me, I believe they’ll like you a whole lot better than they liked her.” He responded without hesitation, eager to make her feel accepted. To him, it didn’t matter how much anyone had liked Bella, he was going to try his hardest to spend the rest of his life with Charlotte, and there was nothing that anyone could say to stop him. “Don’t ever say something like that. There’s no way that you couldn’t measure up to and far beyond her.” A light blush spread across her cheeks, and she opened her mouth to apologize.

“I’m—”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he growled, fingers ghosting across her ribs. Her eyes lit with mirth, and she pushed him, unsuspecting, back onto the bed. Jacob smirked, and watched as she dashed from the room, laughing.

“I’m going to take a shower!” she called from the bathroom. Jacob heard the water switch on, and smiled. The hole in his chest, that had been growing steadily bigger ever since Bella rejected him, was closing up. Closing his eyes, he reclined against the bed, waiting for her to get out. Some time later, after Jacob had been thoroughly convinced that she had taken the longest shower he’d ever heard of, Charla barreled into the room, her hair still dripping. “Out, out out.” She said, shooing him with her hands, and then shutting the door securely. Jake busied himself by making sure he had enough cash to do whatever it was she wanted, if they ended up leaving the reservation. Even though he was sure she had money of her own, he wanted her to know that chivalry wasn’t dead, at least in his mind.

Charla emerged from their room in a fitted blue hoodie, and baggy jeans; a simple enough outfit, however, the neck of the hoodie dipped low showing off enough cleavage to get his imagination rolling. The jeans, however baggy they were, clung to her hips and accentuated her round bottom enough that he was uncomfortable looking at her, for fear he might give himself away. Jacob mentally slapped himself. Was his sex-drive that intense that he had to analyze everything she was wearing? He glanced again. Apparently so.

“Do I look okay?” she asked, reluctantly, pulling nervously at the hem of her shirt. He could see the nervousness in her eyes. It had abated some, but it was still there.

“You look great. I might have to break some bones if anyone touches you, but you look great.” Jacob commented, half serious. Charla giggled, and grasped his hand.

“Let’s go.”

~

They arrived at Sam’s house just as Seth and Leah were opening up the door. “Hey, good to see you. It’s Charlotte, right?” he asked, hugging her. Leah gave her a firm, silent handshake, and a small smile as she made her way inside. Jacob was bum-rushed at the door by the pack members he hadn’t seen in months. Bombarded by questions and hugs, he almost lost his grip on Charla’s hand. He slipped out of the pile of people, and showed her around.

Drinks and food—mainly gigantic bowls of potato chips—were set up on a long table by the wall, and a football game was playing loudly on the television in the corner. It seemed to Jake as if the entire pack were here; making a ruckus, and chatting up a storm. Paul and Rachel were holed up on one of the chairs, laughing. Jacob dragged Charla over to them, for introductions.

“Rachel!” he said gruffly, hugging his sister the moment she stood up to greet him. “Paul,” he grunted, a little less enthusiastically. Fortunately, he and Paul had a truce—no fighting, because it would upset Rachel. At least, when she was around, anyway. “This is Charlotte. I imprinted on her.” Charla blushed heavily, especially when Rachel commented that she’d never thought her brother would find someone so pretty.

“Thank you,” she responded quietly, gripping Jake’s hand a little tighter. She looked around sheepishly. “Is it always this crowded?” she asked, and Rachel laughed.

“Yeah. Everyone always acts like they don’t get enough food, so whenever there’s a get together, everyone gets all excited for the ‘free’ food.” Rachel made quotation marks with her hands. “Especially this one,” she said, jerking her thumb at Paul, who had the gall to look offended. Jake scowled. He was probably the reason there was no food at all in the house; as he’d seen when he brought Charla back her meager breakfast of cereal and water.

“I don’t eat that much,” he sniffed, frowning. “Look at this body? Do you think that I could keep it in such good shape if I wolfed down all that food?” he said, patting his stomach through the sweater he was wearing. Rachel snorted, and Jacob outright laughed. “Pun intended.” He chuckled.

“As fast as Jake’s metabolism is, I don’t think that it counts. You guys could eat ten elephants, and not gain an ounce.” Charla shot back, pinching Jacob’s stomach. He grabbed her hand, and brought it to his lips. She blushed, and leaned into him slightly. Paul scooted out from under Rachel, who took his seat gladly. Charlotte let go of Jake’s hand to seat herself on the armrest of the chair, and continued speaking with Rachel.

Jacob took this time to look around the room, and see who had shown up. Seth and Leah were bickering by the food, and Emily was wandering in and out of the kitchen, piling more food onto the tables. Sam appeared out of the hallway, and wrapped his arms around her waist; Emily laughed, and struggled to keep her hands on the tray she was holding. Quil and Embry were engaged in arm-wrestling, and Jared was doing coin tricks for Kim, who was sitting next to him. There were several younger ones, Jacob couldn’t remember their names. The only ones he knew out of the newest additions were Colin and Brady—at least that’s what he thought their names were. All in all, Sam’s place was pretty crowded, and loud. When he glanced back to Charla, she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, Paul having come back and reclaimed his mate’s attention. Jacob laid his hand on her shoulder, and sat down behind her, turning them so that his back was against the chair that Paul and Rachel were sitting on. Suddenly, Sam cleared his throat.

“I know you’ve all noticed that we got Jake back!” He shouted, to be heard above the noise. Everyone fell silent. “It’s good to have you back, man.” He said, leaning down and clapping him on the back. A round of cheers and applause rose, far louder than seemed possible for a group their size. “This is Charlotte. Jake imprinted on her. A barrage of whispers followed, along with muttered introductions that he was sure she wouldn’t catch. “Well, carry on,” he said jokingly, slinging an arm around Emily’s waist. Jacob got up only once, to ferry some food from the table back over to Charlotte. As she was eating, and everyone had quieted down, she struck back up the conversation with Rachel.

“So everybody just gets together, watches the game, and eats?” she asked, smiling. Rachel nodded.

“I mean, we get to see everyone, so it’s fun.”

“Yeah. Usually we do this on the beaches; big bonfires, the works. It’s great.” Jake replied, playing absently with her hair. “Too bad it was too wet outside tonight.” He gestured out at the fading light outside the window. Jacob heard Charla gasp in surprise, she probably hadn’t realized it was that late. Somewhere around six or seven, if he guessed correctly. Charla stood up to stretch, and turned to Rachel.

“You know what would be great? A gigantic game of manhunt. S’bound to be interesting with all of us,” she said, motioning around the room. Paul’s hand shot up, and he nodded vigorously.

“I totally second that,” he said loudly.

“Second what?” Seth asked, turning in his seat. A chorus of similar questions went around the room, while Paul only smirked, and slyly repeated. “Manhunt.” Calls of “I’m in” began echoing, and Charla smiled, seemingly glad that so many people had joined her game. Everyone trooped outside, and they drew straws—which Emily had graciously donated and cut—to see who would be it. It was Jared. Everyone who had imprinted picked up their respective mates, and took off into the forest. Jacob was no different, flying through the trees at dizzying speeds. He could feel her heartbeat against his back, thumping wildly. He stopped only moments after he began running, satisfied that Jared wouldn’t find them. He wasn’t their best tracker. They might have something to worry about if Leah or Embry had been “it”, but Jared would take some time to find everybody.

Jacob sighed. He hadn’t been to this little spot in quite some time. His father had built a tiny little outpost in the hollow of a dying tree in the woods for him when he was a child, out of the pieces of old boats. Whenever he was upset, he’d run out there, and hide, until he felt better. Being here with Charlotte only made it that much more of a sacred place.

“This place… You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” she asked, standing. The top of her head was pressed against the ceiling, and the hole that his father had cut for entry seemed larger, and more jagged; most likely because of all the wood that had fallen to the harsh elements.

“Yeah, my dad built it for me,” he responded, leaning against the decaying fragments of wood. “Jared will never find us here.”

Charla giggled. “So you’ve spirited me away, yet again.” She said, laughing. Jacob jerked suddenly, hearing the sound of huge galloping footsteps. He sniffed the air lightly. Jared was around, and he’d found some others. They raced past their tree, and he smirked.

Jared would have to get up pretty early to find Jacob Black in a game of manhunt.

“Was that just them?” Charla whispered, smiling when he nodded. “They just passed us…wow. You’re better at this hiding thing than I gave you credit for.”

“Why thank you,” he said standing; he had to stoop, because he had gotten too tall to stand upright in the tiny structure. He walked over to Charla, and pulled her into his chest. As much as he’d wanted her to meet the rest of the pack, coming tonight was a bad idea. He wasn’t ready to share her yet. Jacob tilted her head back for a kiss, and she didn’t deny him. The next moment—and Jake would not remember how they got there later—they were on the floor—him leaning against the rotting walls of the place, and her sitting on his lap, kissing him for all he was worth. His hands somehow found their way to her pert breasts, and he cupped them through her bra; running his hands along the soft skin of her chest. She gasped, and he swept his tongue into her mouth. Charla writhed on his lap, and any last vestiges of thoughts that Jacob had about stopping were wiped from his mind. He couldn’t control himself anymore; his body was begging for a release, and here she was, totally ready to give him one. The next thing he knew, she was pulling her hoodie off of her own shoulders, and blushing prettily when he openly admired her full breasts. She covered her chest, but he roughly gripped her arms, and pried them away.

“You’re beautiful. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Not now, not ever.” He growled, kissing the side of her neck. Charla moaned throatily, and his pants got even tighter. He reacted accordingly, and ground himself against her leg. She however, did something that he would never have expected. She reached down, tantalizingly slowly, and grasped him through his jeans. Jacob growled, and—unable to help himself—humped against her hand. She captured his mouth, and continued to lewdly grind herself against his thigh, and palm his crotch through his pants. Charla gasped as one of his hands made it’s way down into her panties—neither of them knew when her pants had been dragged down, nor when they had even been unzipped. Rubbing one finger against her damp Panties, Jacob growled in pleasure when he pushed them aside to find her sopping wet. He sank one finger inside her tight center, and groaned. He’d never pegged today to be the day that their control snapped, but it wasn’t as if either of them could stop now. Charla groaned, and rocked back and forth against his hand, while she still massaged him—now through his boxers. Jake’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he began rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb. She let out a high-pitched squeal, and shuddered, tightening around his finger. He’d only just realized she came when her hand found the opening in his boxers, and squeezed his erection through it.

He came almost instantly. All the days of pent up lust and frustration had finally come to fruition in the small space in which they’d hidden themselves. Jacob sighed contentedly, and looked up into the hazy eyes of the woman he’d imprinted on. He regretted nothing, but the more important question was—did she?

A/N: there’s no excuse for my tardiness…
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