"SORT OF BEAUTIFUL CHALLENGE" Example Entry
Title: Seventh Inning Stretch
Your pen name(s): Live720
Disclaimer: This is a judge's sample entry for the Sort of Beautiful Challenge.
I hope this will help to give an idea of what we're looking for.
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Summary: What happens when an engaged Bella meets up with her drunken one-night stand at a baseball game, after she thought she'd never see him again? Will she be able to put the past behind her or will she be lured back into her lust for the sexy Jacob Black? Sample entry for the SOB challenge, AH, OOC, Rated M for Lemony goodness.
Seventh Inning Stretch
What the hell did I do last night?
My head was pounding, my throat sore and scratchy, and my entire body ached from my head all the way down to toes. I wasn't stupid, so I kept my eyes tightly shut and brought my hand up to cover them, providing an extra shield from the sun that was currently shining through my bedroom window as though it had not a single care in the world. It would figure that the stupid ball of fire would decide to come out to play the same day that I, Ms. Isabella, "goody two shoes" Swan decided to get drunk off my ass, only to wake up with what I would now argue was the worst hangover in the entire world's history of hangovers. In fact, I'd put money on it.
Eventually, after mentally arguing with myself over whether or not movement would be wise, I managed to roll over to my back, frowning in light of the fact that Edward was hogging all the damn covers again. I had just rolled over the rest of the way and was about to wrap my arm around him, when I instinctively opened my eyes and froze. Edward definitely did not have skin that dark…or arms that big…or...
Holy shit! Mary, mother of God in Heaven! I flung myself up onto my knees, pulling whatever part of the sheet I could muster up to cover my naked body. My eyes widened in complete shock as they locked on an unfamiliar sleeping face, a face that didn't belong to the man I was supposed to be marrying in less than eight months, a face that was framed with short, spiky black hair and contained lips so full any girl would die for them. I involuntarily brought my fingertips to my own lips as I wondered if I had them pressed up against his the night before. Almost in a daze, I raked my gaze down his body, slowly drinking in his broad shoulders, his perfectly sculpted abs, and I couldn't stop myself from reveling in the way the white sheet hung low on his hips, exposing a delicious V that practically begged any onlooker to continue heading down further until they reached the "true" prize. I gulped loudly, trying to pull myself together and somehow tear my stare away from the perfection in front of me.
Wait, what the hell was I doing? I was naked, in my bed…
I stopped my train of thought as I glanced around the room for the first time, realizing that I was most definitely not in my bedroom. The room had white walls instead of my familiar pale yellow and there were clothes and books and…junk piled everywhere. That's when I noticed the room actually smelled like a man. It smelled like earth, and rain, and pizza, and…Old Spice?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Did I have sex with him?
I quickly shot myself off the bed, careful not to wake him, as I ran around the room in a flustered frenzy, trying to gather up the remnants of my scattered clothing.
My purple granny panties were underneath the computer desk. Shit, why did I have to wear those? I gave myself a quick facepalm before I realized my underwear of choice was currently the least of my worries.
My black push-up bra was hanging off a small lamp shade next to the bed where his body lay lifeless and at peace. I wanted to jump on him and beat the crap out of his pretty face for taking advantage of me in my drunken stupor. A smaller part of me, a part I was trying to pretend didn't exist, wanted to crawl back in bed with him and pretend like I was a different girl, a single girl, a girl that was waking up from one of the most amazing nights she has ever experienced. Only, I couldn't remember much from the so-called amazing night yet, and I was most definitely not single.
I snapped myself out of my contemplations and continued on my clothing search. My denim jean skirt was at the foot of the bed, but my shirt was MIA. I quickly scurried into my skirt, threw on my bra, and was in the process of pulling up my panties, when I was shocked to hear him speak.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, his voice deep and groggy. I froze mid-pull; my skirt hiked up my thighs, and slowly lifted my eyes to meet his. He was pushing himself up from his bed with one elbow while rubbing his hair and eyes with his other hand. My eyes automatically diverted down to discover that his movements caused the sheet to fall even lower on his hips. I cleared my throat and quickly glanced away, wanting to curse the blood that was now pooling mercilessly into my cheeks.
"I uh…was just…um…," I tried to speak as I quickly finished pulling my underwear on, smoothed my skirt, and wrapped my arms around my chest in an attempt at some concealment, before I mustered up enough courage to look at him again. "Did we…?"
"Did we what?" he asked, smirking and quirking an eyebrow at me. Okay, so he was obviously getting much amusement out of my embarrassment.
"God, don't make me say it," I said, nervously running a hand through my tangled hair. "You know what I mean."
"Yes," he said simply, as he not-so-modestly climbed out of bed, pulled on the closest pair of boxers he could find, and walked over to his bedroom door. I watched him curiously as he reached behind it and held up my pink, silky tank top.
"Thanks," I said, before asking, "and are you saying yes that you know what I mean, or yes that we…?" I trailed off and tried to hide my surprise after seeing his delicious stark naked body, while I walked over to him and grabbed my shirt out of his grip before pulling it on over my head.
"Yes, I know what you mean," he said, gently grabbing my wrists, stopping me from completely pulling down my shirt. "And yes, we fucked," he added, staring me intently in the eyes, just before he reached down and helped me to smooth it. "And yes, it was incredible." His gaze held mine as I tried to remember how to breathe and attempted to wrap my mind around the repercussions of what he had just informed me. I was vaguely aware of the fact that one of his hands was now sliding underneath my shirt, his hot fingertips grazing against my bare flesh, causing me to shiver. His other hand was tangling into my hair, grasping the back of my head and trying to pull me closer.
"Don't you remember anything?" he asked, his voice just above a husky whisper.
"No," I said almost breathlessly, trying to figure out why everything he did felt so right but yet seemed so very…very wrong. I didn't even know this man, but somehow I was afraid that we were very much acquainted. His proximity automatically had an effect on me.
"Well then, why don't I give you a little refresher?" he asked softly, closing the small gap between us and pressing his full lips to mine. He kissed me chastely for a second before moving his lips to my jaw and leaving a heated trial of kisses back to my ear. My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to convince myself that I needed to back away, that I needed to leave, that my heart belonged to someone else. However, I felt defenseless beneath his touch, his hot mouth clouding my judgment and making it nearly impossible for me to resist.
"You asked me if we could go somewhere to be alone," he whispered, his breath tickling the cells of my neck, my body instantly responding and arching toward him. "I brought you to my house. You took off all of your clothes and then started working ferociously on mine. You were very impatient and very demanding," he said in between kisses as he began working his way down my neck. My breathing grew shallow and my heart increased its once steady pace inside of my chest.
He pulled back slightly to lock eyes with me again before saying, "You were screaming my name, begging me to take you harder, to take you faster.
"I fucked you four times, in four different ways, and gave you eight of the most intense orgasms you ever experienced."
I stood completely stunned and speechless, taken slightly aback by his forwardness and unable to wrap my mind around what he was saying. How could I not remember any of it? More importantly, how could I have let it happen? I loved Edward with every last part of my beating heart. It was so unlike me to go out and drink, let alone leave with some guy I didn't even know.
"And, you told me you belonged to me now," he breathed, as he pointedly brought my left hand up to his mouth and kissed the flesh just above Edward's bright and shiny 3 karat, emerald cut, diamond ring.
His mouth was on mine a second later, taking away any opportunity I had to speak. I let out an involuntary gasp as he kissed my hungrily, desperately pulling my body closer against his.
A landslide of emotions came crashing down on me all at once as flashes from the night before began to enter into my consciousness. They were sketchy and vague, random images of his smile at the club, his body glistening with sweat as it hovered on top of mine, the name "Jacob" escaping my lips in guttural moans of pleasure. My body was pleading with me to respond to his kiss, to wrap myself up in the heat of his embrace and allow him to consume me completely. My heart was breaking at the thought of Edward and the betrayal I was causing him, while my head was trying to tell me that while this kiss felt very right, it was most definitely very wrong. Somehow, I managed to gain control over myself and brought my hands up between us, pushing off his chest to break free.
"No, Jacob" I said a little louder than necessary while dramatically shaking my head back and forth. "I can't. I shouldn't have…I mean, we shouldn't have done this."
"You remember my name," he said, smiling.
"I'm sorry, but that's all" I said, glancing over to the small digital clock on his computer desk. "Shit! I have to go!" I hissed, realizing that Edward was probably wondering where I was. I frantically scanned the room in search of my purse, Jacob beating me to it and walking over to his computer desk before picking it up and dangling it in the air between us.
I ran over to him and grabbed it roughly out of his hands, quickly fumbling around inside it for my cell phone. I heard Jacob sigh as my fingers felt the small device, pulling it out and glancing at the "seven missed alerts" on the screen. Five of them were from Edward, two of them telephone calls and three of them text messages. The other two were from my best friend, Angela, asking me if I made it home okay. Fucking, Angela! I was with her at the club last night. How could she let me leave with some random guy?
"Is somebody missing you?" Jacob asked me, but I completely ignored him as I let my eyes anxiously scan over the text messages from Edward.
Hey babe, guess you just went straight to bed. Hope you had fun with Ang. Sorry I missed you. Please call in the morn. Love you. Sent at 1:15 a.m.
Still sleeping? I hope everything's OK. Love and miss you. Sent 10:03 a.m.
Bella, where are you? Im getting worried. Please call me soon. Sent 11:06 a.m.
I winced and pressed delete, realizing the last message was sent over twenty minutes ago. I managed to hold back the tears that were now stinging my eyes and swallowed the lump that was presently forming in the base of my throat.
My God, what have I done?
Taking one last look in Jacob's direction, I could only imagine what I must look like to him, what he must think of me now. I was just a cheap whore to him, the type of girl that would cheat on her life partner, an easy fuck. I felt sick.
"I love my fiancé," I suddenly said, not entirely sure why. Was I trying to prove it to him or was I trying to convince myself?
Jacob's eyes widened slightly before he collected himself and took a deep breath, running a hand through his thick hair again. "I'm sure you do," he said, dryly.
"So I take it I won't be seeing you again?" he asked after a moment, when I just stood motionless and didn't reply.
"Never again," I whispered, the tears starting to break through my weak barrier and collect along the rims of my eyes. "What we did last night…well, I mean, I was drunk. It meant nothing to me. You mean nothing to me, so let's just pretend it never happened, okay?"
As soon as the words left my lips, I knew they were a lie. But, why? Why did I care about someone I knew nothing about? Why did I care about someone I couldn't even remember?
He frowned, but didn't protest.
No, Jacob, please tell me it meant something.
I followed him numbly as he guided me to the front door, an awkward silence extending between us.
Please tell me I wasn't just a meaningless fuck.
He opened it to see me out.
Please. Please. Please.
"Goodbye, Bella," he said, and I thought I heard sadness etched in his tone.
I nodded my head and turned to leave.
He didn't try to stop me.
I was living a lie and it was starting to wear me down. How anyone could easily get away with having an affair was beyond me. I felt as though every time Edward looked at me, he would see straight through my dishonesty. I feared that each time he touched me; he would sense that another man had been there, too. I was edgy and distant and it was no longer going unnoticed by the people closest to me. Prior to my one-night mista—no, I couldn't bear to think of it that way anymore. Prior to my night with Jacob, I had never lied to Edward. Never. Now it was all I ever got done doing. One lie led to another, which led to another. It was a never-ending dance of torture and deception.
The memories started almost instantaneously following my departure from Jacob's house that day. At first they were vague and dreamlike, almost as though I were watching them from someone else's eyes. Then, as the days passed by, they became more detailed and realistic. I woke up numerous nights, my body doused in sweat, as I relived the intimate details of me and Jacob's night of passion. I could clearly remember the welcoming smell of his breath and the earthy taste of his tongue the first time he kissed me passionately, pushing me up against the front door of his house, making up my mind that there was no going back from there. I could still feel the way his hands felt when they touched every last inch of my body, the body that has only ever been touched by one other man before him. I tried to push the recollections aside, tried to concentrate on my upcoming wedding to the man I once thought meant everything to me, but it was no use. Jacob was still very present in my mind, weighing down on my conscience, and forcing me to start rethinking everything I once thought to be true.
Angela was the only person that knew about my affair.
Of course, the lies all began with me telling Edward I had stayed at her house the night he couldn't get a hold of me. Therefore, I had to ask Ang to go along with the lie, which ultimately caused her to question my true whereabouts. Apparently she left the club early with some guy after I told her I would take my own taxi home, assuring her I'd be just fine. Ang was truly a female version of a playboy, but I couldn't help but love her.
"Commitment phobia," she would say to justify her actions, her long, black hair framing her face perfectly, as she would grin back at me through her thick-rimmed, trendy glasses.
"Commitment phobia," Edward would say when I brought her up in our conversations, his piercing green eyes dancing with amusement. Then, he'd run his fingers through his tousled reddish-bronzed hair and follow with, "You know I love her, but you just better not let her influence you too much, babe."
I was angry with her at first, but eventually I knew I had no right. I was a responsible adult who should have been able to make my own "right" decisions. The whole situation was my fault and it would be unfair to try and place some of the blame on her.
Regardless, she was shocked by my news at first, but then assured me that everything would be just fine. She convinced me not to tell Edward the truth, saying it was selfish to hurt him just so I wouldn't have to feel guilty anymore.
The weeks passed, the lies grew, and my façade slowly began to falter.
"If Emmett ever slept with someone else, I'd cut his nuts off," Rose quipped, a devious grin lighting up her flawless beauty. She was walking hand-in hand with her husband, Emmett, after the four of us climbed out of Edward's Mercedes, the perks of working in politics, and began making our way across Parking Lot A of the Washington National's baseball stadium.
"Yeah right, like I'd even think to look at anyone else after having you to come home to every night," Emmett replied through a boisterous chuckle. Edward just shook his head and rolled his eyes before tightening his grip on my hand and glancing down at me.
"You okay, babe?" he asked quietly, for only my ears to hear as we followed behind them. Of course, Emmett and Rose had to talk about the latest Hollywood scandals our entire drive, joking around about affairs as if they were no big deal. I tried not to show my discomfort, but I knew I was tense. I couldn't help but to be silent most of the way, and I could feel that my face was turning white.
The four of us, Edward and I along with his sister, Rose, and Emmett, decided to spend our Sunday afternoon at our local team's baseball game. I wasn't much of a baseball fan, but the games were always nice and relaxing, and it gave Rose and me time to bond while the guys made bets on the scores and batting averages.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied, removing my hand from his and welcoming the distraction of having to search my purse for our tickets.
They continued on with their bantering while we approached the main entrance of the stadium. We handed in our tickets, Rose and I getting our purses checked, before we were finally free to make our way to our seats.
"Section 128," Rose said looking at the large signs hanging from steel rooftops, "is this way."
She hooked her arm into Emmett's and pulled him to the right as Edward took my hand again and we followed. We weaved our way in and out of passing bodies, trying to keep up with our friends.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Edward asked me as we passed several vendors and food stands.
"Nah, I'm not really hungry," I said honestly, my stomach protesting to just the thought of food.
"I kind of want some nachos," he said, stopping in front of a stand that sells them and yelling for Emmett and Rose to wait.
Rose and I waited next to one of the garbage cans while the guys stood in line to get their game day eats. The stadium was packed; people pushing passed us and hurrying off to their intended destinations.
"Fucking arrogant bastards," she hissed, after a group of college-aged boys in particular walked passed, one of them rubbing up against her more than what was necessary. I was used to getting special attention from the opposite sex when I was with her. Any other time, it was rare that I would even get a second glance. Rose was a blonde bombshell, with her perfect, all-natural rack and thin, tanned legs for days. Even in her Washington Nationals tee, her long hair pulled into a messy ponytail on top of her head, she looked amazing. It was difficult not to feel inferior, even if I usually was comfortable in my own skin.
"That's disgusting," I said, wrinkling my nose and narrowing my eyes toward their retreating forms.
"Boys will be boys," she said waving them off. "Besides, can't really say I blame them. We are pretty sexy…"
She continued to speak, but I failed to listen. Something else caught my attention, a familiar stride, a familiar face, a familiar body. My breath caught in my throat as I stood completely frozen, unable to tear my eyes away as he slowly walked in our direction, completely oblivious to me while laughing with one of his friends. Time seemed to stand still as my eyes scanned over his features, the features that I haven't seen in over four weeks--the thick, black hair, the russet-colored skin, and the full lips. The closer he got, the more of his features I could make out, and the more anxious I felt. I noticed the way his eyes lit up when he smiled, his perfect teeth, and his "sort of beautiful" body beneath the white T-shirt he was wearing that fit snugly, accentuating his thick biceps. I watched like a voyeur for a second, my mouth parting on its own accord, before he turned his head from his friend, his eyes unintentionally searching the crowd and eventually locking directly on mine. I swallowed hard and tried to tear my gaze away, but I couldn't. His eyes widened slightly, his stare questioning mine as we shared a silent exchange across the crowd, people crossing in between us, but never fully breaking our connection.
"Hello, earth to Bella," Rose said, waving her hand in front of my face and bringing me out of my daze. I jumped slightly, quickly turning my body away from Jacob, and focusing my attention back to her. "God, you look like you want to eat that Indian guy."
"I um…I mean, what? No! Of course not, why would I--"
"He's coming over here," she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest and smiling in amusement. "Oh, you really did it now. He's licking his lips, I think he wants you."
"What? Are you serious? Oh my God, no! We have to go!" I shouted as quietly as possible, grabbing on to her arm and looking around for a place to hide. It was too late, though. I could feel his presence behind me long before I heard him speak.
"Bella?" his voice questioned, my eyes automatically closing and my posture tensing. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again to find that Rose was extending a questioning glance between us. Slowly, I turned around to face him, expecting to be assaulted with the memories of our last encounter. What I wasn't expecting, however, was the intense way my body automatically responded to him--my mouth watered, my pelvis heated, and my mind clouded over.
"J-Jacob…hello," I managed to say, reflexively shooting a glance toward the concession stand to find that Edward was at the front of the line, distracted with ordering.
"Fancy seeing you here," he said, smiling wryly, before darting an inconspicuous glance in Rose's direction.
"Yeah, you know, just a nice day out with my fiancé and our friends," I said, careful to add emphasis to the word fiancé.
Rose held out her hand to him, taking it upon herself to provide her own introduction. "Hey there, I'm Rosalie, and you are?"
Jacob shook her hand, unable to stop himself from looking her over appreciatively. And, suddenly I was jealous, jealous of a man that I held no ties over, jealous that he would look at any other girl besides me.
"I'm Jacob Black, but you can call me Jake," he said, winking, as I realized that was the first time I heard his last name. How classy. Then he added, "Oh, and your friend and I are…well um, we're very much acquainted, I guess you could say. Isn't that right, Bella?"
I felt my cheeks turn hot and cleared my throat, glaring at him. "Yes, high school friends," I replied, recovering immediately.
He quirked an eyebrow at me while Rose intently watched our little exchange. "High-school friends? I don't think so," he said and I opened my mouth to protest, but he interrupted me and continued with, "more like junior high, grades six through nine to be exact."
I relaxed noticeably before I realized his emphasis on the six and the nine.
"That's strange, she never mentioned you before," Rose said, and if I didn't know any better I'd say there was a hint of a sneer in her tone.
"Hmm, yes that is rather odd," Jacob said, holding my gaze.
"Those bastards were completely out of jalapenos," Emmett huffed, as he and Edward returned with their hands full of fountain drinks and food.
I stared at Jacob a beat too long before glancing over at Edward and providing him a weak and flustered smile. Edward darted his eyes between Jacob and I with his brow furrowed for a moment before he smiled down at me. "I got you a diet soda and some Sour Patch Kids," he said, my heart breaking because he was off buying me my favorite candy while I was thinking dirty thoughts about another man.
"Thanks," I said, glancing over at Jacob again to find him studying Edward while he took a sip of his soda. "Well, Jacob, it was nice seeing you again, but we should be heading to our seats," I said to him, trying to get his attention away from my fiancé.
Edward glanced up from his drink at that opportune moment, a look of surprise on his face as he shifted around his belongings so he could extend his hand. "Oh I'm sorry, how rude of me. I'm Edward, are you a friend of Bella's?"
"They are very much "acquainted," Rose replied, mockingly. Jacob shook Edward's hand and grinned while Emmett looked at Rose in confusion.
"Yeah, what the firecracker said," Jake replied, chuckling, as Emmett released another boisterous laugh. "Hey, you got her pegged already," he said, though his face immediately turned serious once he noticed the daggers Rose was shooting in his direction.
"Let's go," she said, pulling Emmett away before looking back to fake-smile at Jake again. "Pleasure meeting you."
Jacob laughed lightly and then focused his attention back to Edward and me. Edward put his free arm protectively around my lower back, pulling me impossibly closer to him. "Well I guess that's our cue to leave. Nice meeting you, Jacob," he said, before nodding and guiding me away.
Once we were a safe distance from him, he let go of me and readjusted our food and drinks. "I didn't like the way he was looking at you."
"Yeah, me either," I replied.
Because the truth was, I never wanted Jacob to take his eyes off me. Not then. Not now. Not ever again.
It was the bottom of the fifth inning, the sun was burning high the in sky, causing Rose and I to roll the sleeves of our T-shirts up, making home-made tank tops. Edward and Emmett were sitting in between us, occasionally yelling out obscenities toward the umpires and chanting along with the sold-out crowd. I was getting bored, tired, and hot, so I pulled out my Blackberry and connected to the web to check my email. I was just about to respond to one that my mother sent me, when my phone vibrated and lit up, alerting me to a new text message.
I clicked out of my email and went into my missed alerts, bringing up a message that instantaneously interrupted the once steady pace of my beating heart.
I can't take my eyes off of you.
I didn't recognize the number, but I knew who it was from. I sucked in a breath and swallowed thickly, quickly closing out of the message and glancing up at Edward. His attention was on the game as he leaned back in his chair, his arm draped lazily across the back of my seat. I turned my attention away from him and darted my eyes anxiously through the thousands of heads in the crowd. Where was he? He was obviously watching me even though I couldn't see him.
I clicked open the message again and hit reply.
Where are you?
After my phone alerted me that it was sent, I put the screen face down on my lap and tried to act calm. Edward glanced over at me and squeezed my upper arm. We exchanged smiles before he turned his focus to the game again.
My phone vibrated a second later.
Don't worry about it.
I glared at his message before putting my phone back down on my lap and crossing my arms in front of my chest.
If I was him, my hand would be on your thigh. How can he resist touching you?
My eyes widened and my mouth watered.
I'm not playing these games. I hit send and waited. The crowd cheered, Edward and Emmett both standing to their feet and shouting "RUN" at the top of their lungs. I glanced over at Rosalie and she rolled her eyes, shrugging. I smiled and shook my head.
I can't stop thinking about you. I read that particular text a couple of times, unable to stop my lips from turning upward into a smile. I glanced over at Edward again to find he was sitting back down now and arguing with Emmett about a call one of the umpires had made.
I know the feeling. My hand danced around the "send" button for quite some time, before I finally inwardly said "fuck it" and pressed it.
Please say you'll see me again.
You know I can't.
The fifth inning had come to an end, Edward stood up and stretched before looking down at me and saying, "Who are you talking to?"
I quickly closed out of my messages and shrugged it off.
"Just Ang," I lied, Rose leaning up in her seat to grin at me.
"That girl is crazy," she said, shaking her head and laughing. "How the two of you are friends is beyond me. You have nothing in common."
I desperately wanted to look at what he said, but I knew I couldn't. Not yet.
"Yeah I know," I agreed, my voice a little shaky with nervous energy. "We make an odd pair."
"Tell her your trying to watch a baseball game with your lover," Edward said to me, sitting back down and giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek. His nose slid back and lingered in the crook of my neck as he breathed me in. "You smell good, babe. New perfume?"
"New shampoo," I clarified, trying to ignore the fact that his proximity no longer made my body cover in goosebumps the same way that Jacob's did.
Thankfully, the sixth inning started and all attention was back on the game, rather than on me. I hurriedly picked up my phone and drank in his words.
But you want to?
It doesn't matter what I want. This is wrong.
Good things are never right. Are you wearing sexy underwear?
I felt my face flush and my inner thighs itch.
That's hardly appropriate. I was.
Don't worry I'll find out soon enough.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Meet me at the bottom of the seventh.
I'm done texting you now, meet me by the same stand where we met earlier. I'll see you there.
I frowned at my phone and started to type a protest before I gave up. He was right. I was going to meet him whether I wanted to or not. The truth was, I didn't have the strength to stay away.
"I have to use the bathroom," I said, inwardly pleading that Rose wouldn't go all "girl" on me and decide she suddenly had to go too.
"Want me to come with you?" Edward asked, as I stood up and picked up my purse. I tried to hide the fact that my hands were trembling.
"No!" I said a little too loudly, earning me raised eyebrows from him.
"Okay, okay," he said, laughing lightly. "Can you throw these away?"
I nodded and picked up our empty food and drink containers before quickly walking away. Thank God for Rosalie McCartney. She didn't follow.
I felt like I was going to throw up as I entered into the corridor, my legs feeling like rubber as I walked toward the nearest trash can and disposed of our junk. I stopped for a second and tried to convince myself to turn around and go back to my seat, to return to the man that I'm supposed to be marrying, the man that loved me unconditionally. I didn't know what Jacob had in mind, but somehow I knew that this meeting would change everything. It was almost as if I was at a crossroads. Choose to return to seat and put Jacob behind me or choose to meet up with him and continue on with our twisted affair.
My legs made the decision for me as they started carrying me in the direction of the nachos and hot dogs concession stand. My heart was pounding ferociously in my chest as I tried to steady my breathing. What was I doing? What was I doing? What was I doing?
I turned a corner and saw him standing there waiting for me, his hands comfortably resting in the pockets of his light-washed, low-rise jeans. I bit down on my bottom lip, stopping in my tracks and taking in his appearance. God, he was sexy. His eyes were scanning through the crowd, and it warmed my heart knowing he was looking for me. Me. It made me feel desirable. It made me feel wanted.
His eyes finally met mine, his face instantly lighting up into the smile I was quickly realizing I loved to see. He held up his hand and motioned me over with his index finger. I crossed the distance between us, weaving in and out of the crowd, before finally finding myself inches in front of him. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back in a small hallway between the concession stands. I noticed that the hallway housed what appeared to be a door to a handicap, unisex bathroom. Before I could speak, he pushed me up against the cement wall beside the lonely door, his lips crashing on mine a moment later. I gasped into his mouth, roughly throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him closer against me, my pent up passion for him finally breaking free. If I had any doubts about this—about him—they flew right out the window.
His tongue flooded my mouth, the taste of him filling me entirely and intoxicating my senses. It was better than I remembered, my dreams not doing him justice. His hands slide down my body and underneath the sides of my shirt, his mouth leaving mine and trailing kisses along my jaw as he pressed himself against me, his arousal connecting with my pelvis.
"People can see," I breathed, no longer able to bring myself to care. If Edward walked passed us at that very moment, I doubted I'd be able to stop myself from devouring Jacob completely.
"Let them watch me fuck you then," he said against my skin, causing a slight whimper to escape my hold.
I arched myself further into him and slid my hands down the definitions of his back, bringing them under his thin shirt. I could feel his hot flesh beneath my fingertips, and I knew I was too far gone to be aware of any of our surroundings anymore. He was the only thing that mattered. That moment was the only thing that counted.
Jacob's hands slid down between us as his fingers began working on the button of my jean shorts. I felt myself moving, felt Jacob shift, one of his hands releasing me. The next thing I knew, I was being backed into a bathroom, the door closing behind us, his lips meeting mine and never leaving. He was the one pressed up against the door now, while I attacked him from the front. He quickly unfastened my button, tugged the zipper down, and slid his hand down the front of my shorts and inside my underwear. I gasped when I felt his fingers caress my sensitive flesh, moisture pouring out and responding.
I pressed myself firmly against his hand and moaned into his mouth as he began to move his fingers in circles where I needed him most.
"Oh God, Jacob, please," I begged, urging him on, my body arching and grinding out of my control.
"Tell me what you want," he said huskily, as he spontaneously spun us around and pressed my back to the door instead.
"You, I want you," I whimpered, my fingers shakily reaching down and trying to unfasten his jeans. "Only you."
He stopped his movements inside of my pants and pulled his hands out, before gripping onto my wrists and halting my movements. I watched in confusion as he brought my left hand up between us and slowly removed the diamond from my fourth finger.
"What are you--" I started to protest, but he interrupted me.
"You can have it back when I'm finished with you," he said, his voice dark and dripping with lust.
Before, I could say another word; he flung it into his pocket and brought his mouth to mine again. He yanked my shorts down over my hips, my underwear following suit. Both of our hands reached between us, fumbling with his jeans until they were unbuttoned, unzipped and pulled slightly down his waist. I reached into his boxer briefs as my tongue danced with his. The moment I wrapped my fingers around him completely, he groaned into my mouth, only urging me to move faster. Our kisses grew hungrier and more demanding and there was nothing soft and gentle about our motions. I began to slide my hand up and down the length of him, but he stopped me.
"No, I want to be inside you."
I nodded as he pulled back and looked back at me with hooded eyes. I helped him slide his boxer briefs down, felt his hands slide up the back of my thighs before cupping my bare ass. In one swift motion, my legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted me up until we were directly in line, the head of him rubbing teasingly against my entrance.
"Please," I begged, just before he lowered me onto him. I knew neither of us could have waited another second. I also knew that if this was considered wrong, then I never wanted to be right again.
I moaned embarrassingly loud as my eyes rolled back and my teeth sunk into my bottom lip.
"Fuck, Bella," Jacob cursed, after he entered me completely. "You feel so good."
He began moving inside of me, his mouth meeting mine before sliding hot and sporadic kisses down my throat.
"I'm not usually this kind of girl," I gasped, suddenly needing him to know just how innocent I truly was, to understand that this meant more to me than a one-night-stand. "You're the only other…you're the only other one but him."
He halted his movements and pulled back to rest his forehead on mine. We were both silent for a moment, both panting heavily as our lungs tried to gain back some oxygen they had been deprived. My mind tried to catch up with our actions, tried to justify why every last cell of body was screaming at me to never let the man that was currently inside of me leave.
"And I wish it was only me, that I could have you all to myself," he said a moment later, his eyes practically burning into mine.
He took a deep breath and began moving inside of me again, the angle indescribable, hitting me in the all the right places while causing ripples of pleasure to shoot through every last nerve ending of my entire body. "Don't stop," I pleaded, my hands desperately tightening their grip on his back and trying to pull him impossibly closer. "I can't…you're just…please just…harder..."
It didn't take long for him to respond, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, causing my back to hit roughly against the bathroom door. Our moans and whimpers escalated in volume, both of us shouting out our need for each other. Our bodies connected perfectly, our tongues danced rhythmically, and our hands caressed steadily. It didn't take long for the familiar fire to begin to build within me, my body filling with a pleasurable pressure, a pressure that was begging to be released. I knew I'd much rather die than stop now.
Everything happened so fast, the room was practically spinning, and I felt like I was drowning in my need for him. I climaxed fast and hard, my body writhing and shaking against him as I continuously cried out his name in ecstasy. A second later, I felt him tense, his hands tightening their grip on my ass just before he pounded deep inside of me one last time. I felt him explode, his body quivering as I rested my head on his shoulder and planted kisses through the thin fabric of his shirt. I felt connected to him, my body and my heart attacked with confliction. My body was realizing that this was where it belonged, while my heart was trying to convince me that it was a mistake, a costly one that should never be made again.
"Holy fuck," he said, when he was through as he gently lowered me to the ground. We both began pulling on our clothes while trying to steady our erratic breathing, a charged silence extending in the air between us. So many emotions were running through me, so many things I wanted to say but didn't know how. What was he thinking? Was it as amazing for him as it was for me? More importantly, how was I going to marry Edward when the thought of never seeing Jacob again was too much for me to handle.
"I know," I managed to say, turning away from him to look in the bathroom mirror, trying to smooth down some of my tangled hair. I saw his reflection as he approached behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and turning me around to face him. I wanted to look at everything else in the room but him, suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed for my behavior. All of this was so unlike me, making me barely recognizable anymore.
"You have never looked sexier," he said, stopping me from fixing my hair. "Leave it."
His fingers slid up my neck, grazing gently against the side of my flushed cheeks and causing me to shiver. "I want to see you again."
"Jacob, I can't--"
"Stop," he said, interrupting me, before leaning down and planting a soft kiss to the tip of my nose, then one to my forehead, before finally bringing his lips to mine. He kissed me gently and lovingly, his lips soft and light against mine. It was much different from the way he kissed me moments ago.
"I'll see you soon," he said, both of us realizing our stolen time had come to an end.
"Yeah," I agreed barely above a whisper, "I'll see you soon." He took my hand in his, rubbing it gently as he led me out of the bathroom and we parted ways. It ended faster than it began. My seventh inning stretch went by too quickly and I found that I was dreading having to return to my seat without him by my side.
I sat back down next to Edward at the beginning of the ninth inning just as he looked over at me and grinned.
"What happened to you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Suddenly I was feeling self-conscious, my fingers automatically reaching up to smooth my hair. I knew my lips were probably swollen, my face most likely flushed and glowing.
"You were gone a long time, are you okay?" he asked as I expelled a breath of air I hadn't even realized I was holding in.
"Oh yeah," I said, swallowing nervously. "I'm fine, I just um…I found a girl that lost her parents and needed to help her find them." Oh, great! Good one, moron!
Edward chuckled, his eyes wrinkling the way I loved, as he shook his head back and forth. "Leave it to my girl to save the world on her way back from the bathroom."
I forced a smile and felt my heart sink. Yeah, saving the world, alright. That's when I noticed it out of the corner of my eye.
My eyes widened and I quickly pushed it behind me and out of view. I'd definitely be seeing Jacob Black again.
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