Charlotte || Jacob Black & Paul Lahote

Fifteen: Alone Time (ish)

Since Bella had decided to take an impromptu vacation to Italy, we just used her truck to get back to Jacob's. He'd been more than eager to tell me that he was off duty tonight so that I was welcome to stay over at his.

"Jacob, the leech went with Bella, I could've stayed home," I realised as we stepped over the threshold of the Black residence.

"Well... what if she comes back?"

"She's gone to italy?"

"You're here now." I just laughed, I'd honestly been desperate for one on one time with either of my two boys, so this opportunity was too good to pass up. 

"I think you're just happy for the alone time," I teased, I already knew the answer. As desperate as I was for alone time, so was Jacob. The two boys did an amazing job at pretending like sharing wasn't killing them, but their jealousy was evident. He simply shrugged at me, before guiding me to his bedroom.

The first thing I noticed was the single bed. It was a miracle Jacob even fit on it, never mind, me and Jacob! His room was clean, but messy. Piles of ripped fabric and non-ripped fabric littered the room, a stray hairbrush and single shoes. His walls were decorated in posters that had faded from sun exposure, and his wardrobe door was coming off its hinges. Still, it was comfortable and it smelled like Jacob, so it was a win. 

"Jake, how are we both gonna sleep in your bed?" I asked, awkwardly settling myself onto a corner of it.

"I sleep like a dog, all curled up. We'll sleep fine," he deadpanned. That was a cute image.

"Is that a wolf thing?"

"Don't think so. Embry doesn't do it, he spread-eagles. It's a nightmare when he falls asleep on Em's couch, none of us can fit. Jared has started just sitting on him."

So Paul won't sleep like a dog. I wonder how all three of us would fit in a bed. Charlotte. You're getting ahead of yourself. 

"Come sit here, why you perching there like a bird?" Jacob borderline demanded, settling himself on the bed and leaving space for me to sit between his legs. I crawled over to him, sitting where he said and leaning my back against his chest.

"Stroke my hair."

"Alright bossy," he huffed, but did so happily.

"I'm like Sam."

"You're what?"

"I'm like Sam."

"How?"

"Your alpha," I couldn't even contain my laughter, barely stammering out the two words.

"Shut up Charl," he laughed, prodding me in the side.

"I'll tell Paul you're being mean to me."

"We both know I'd beat him up." I nodded at that, Jake had proved himself to be the better fighter. Still, Paul would give him a good run for his money. I shouldn't be pitting my boyfriend's against eachother. 

"And besides, you're more of a puppy than an alpha."

That turned me on.

I think he sensed it. The loving hair pets turned into slight tugging as his lips started to trace my neck. He pulled my dark hair away from my neck, pressing his lips against my ear and jaw. He sucked into the skin, my brain going all fuzzy as he did so. I tilted my head to the side, craving more.

"So needy," he mumbled huskily, his breath hot on my ear. I just hummed back, pushing my neck closer to him. He moved me round so that I was draped over his lap, my side pressed into his chest.