My blood was boiling even though it was 39 degrees outside. The constant flow of adrenaline coursing through my body on a daily basis drove me to lift the heaviest weights that I could find. I had tried to get rid of the excess energy because I felt like it would consume me. I needed to get her out of my head. My bulging muscles testified to the fact that I couldn't.
Bella. The sight of her creamy skin and soft full lips surrounded by a sensuous flow of thick auburn hair caused my penis to stir. It had increased in size over the summer and stretched the crotches of all the jeans that I was outgrowing.
She was so innocent, sweet, unassuming and loving. Why did she long to be with the living dead! I remembered her in my arms last night at the beach. We had sat in the cool breeze leaning against each other as we are now. She was wrapped in a warm, beige blanket. I was warmed by the constant rushing of the blood in my veins.
"I don't understand Edward. He is so elusive and unwilling to give himself to me totally," she said.
"Can we talk about something else?" I wanted to wretch.
"C'mon Jacob. You are my best friend and if I can't talk to you about this, who can I talk to?"
"Okay, but I don't see how an ice cold kiss in a freezing embrace with a cadaver is all that sexy. It's almost like being in love with a ghost. Why would you want that when you can have the living?" I stared into Bella's eyes, starting to desire her more as she demurely looked away from my flaming stare. Her thick lashes brushed against her alabaster skin. I wanted to lick her neck and face.
"You're so silly. He is not a ghost. He's a vampire." Bella was starting to get nervous. She acted as if my long black locks and full features looked heavenly like a Greek God in the glow of the setting sun.
Even though the sun was heading to its resting place, I could tell Bella felt safe and more than secure in my presence. Hell, I'd kill anyone who even thought about threatening her. I put my arms around her, protectively, instinctively and pulled her closer to me. Even though I had not imprinted on her, in the technical sense of the word, I had done so in my head. This was the kind of friendship that was sure to seep into a second lifetime.
"Maybe we shouldn't talk about Edward. How was school today?" Bella looked up at me with a slight smile. She didn't want to make me angry and I respected her for that.
"It was fine. The girls are really silly and they all act like they are going to faint when I walk in the room." I rolled my eyes, and then was mesmerized by the moon for a moment -- I shook myself out of it. "You wouldn't believe the things they think about me."
"Oh yeah? Try me," Bella teased.
"Okay," I smiled and chuckled to myself. "There's this girl, Hildah who wants me to ask her to the prom. She's got it all planned and wants to lose her virginity that night. She's always staring at my crotch when I walk to the back of the class."
I felt Bella tense up.
"Do you like that?" She looked at me searching my face to learn my thoughts.
My heart skipped a beat knowing she was actually not liking the fact that this Hildah wanted me to be her first. "There's only one girl that I'm hungry for and only one that I want to taste and become one with." While I was talking, Bella was started to instinctively massage the inside of my hand.
I could sense her hair stand up on her arm and almost felt the hardening of the flesh around her nipples because mine were doing the same. I had not experienced sexual excitement in my four months as a werewolf. I was concerned.
Without thinking I leaned toward Bella and begin nibbling her neck. My tongue reached out to taste the sweet saltiness of her skin.
"Jacob that tickles," she said, almost too quietly.
