A/N: So it's been a few years, but after re-reading this story this little ditty just popped out. Have fun.

"Merry Christmas, Bella!" Charlie and Jake chimed together. Bella lowered her hands that were covering her eyes and her mouth dropped open. She didn't know what to say as the crisp winter air bit through her sweater.

"Is that for me?" she croaked out. She took one step down the stairs towards it.

"Well who do you think it's for, kiddo?" Charlie asked, chuckling. He was obviously pleased with her reaction.

"The truck is just too unreliable," Jake began as Bella slowly moved toward the bow-wrapped vehicle parked beside Charlie's cruiser. He'd had to help her make a patch on some tube over the phone a few weeks ago. She was lucky it held on her drive home for break.

"How did you get it here without me knowing?" Bella asked, mouth still open and her breath made puffy vapor clouds in the cold air.

"Well, I drove it up this morning while you were still asleep and took the truck to the shop like I said I was going to," Jake answered. Bella reached out to touch the shiny, lavender paint of her new, but vintage VW bus.

"Do you like it, baby?" Charlie's voice sounded worried now. Bella wiped at a few of the water droplets on the cold steel so she could feel that it was real. It was a beautiful color, it matched the duvet in her room. She couldn't believe how incredible perfect it was. Looking inside the window, she could see the interior was immaculate with white vinyl seats and shiny chrome.

"Bells?" Jake asked. Bella came back to herself.

"Do I like it?" Bella asked, looking over at her favorite men in the world. "Oh my God, I LOVE IT!" she finally exclaimed. "How could I not? But it's too much." She flung herself forward, hugging them both, one arm around each. "How? Who?" They both chuckled.

"Chuck Baggs down on the rez came across it the last time he went to Mexico to restock his…ahh…never mind," Jake explained but stopped as he looked at Charlie.

"Calm down. I got no jurisdiction down on the rez and I ain't about get Chuck into any trouble for his pain relief." Charlie rubbed his chin and Bella could see the smile hidden beneath his full beard.

"Anyway," Jake continued, "he picked this up and asked me if I was interested because, you know, my Rabbit and love for VWs, and the first person I thought of was you! I spent some time souping up the engine and Paul helped me with the paint job."

"She's just beautiful," Bella breathed, again emitting another cloud of vapor into the brisk winter day. She turned back to the beautiful vehicle and touched it again. "I think her name is Maggie."

"Maggie?" Jacob chuckled. "Really, Bells?"

"Yeah," she whispered with awe. They watched the shivers run over Bella's body, but the men didn't realize it was excitement, not the cold.

"Why don't we go inside," Charlie suggested. "You can take Jake for a test drive after lunch." Charlie turned to walk climb the porch steps.

Jake caught Bella's eye and mouthed "test drive" and pumped his hips back and forth suggestively. Bella giggled.

"Knock it off, Jake," Charlie said his back still to them and opening the front door. Jake stopped and his mouth dropped opened, scandalized. He shrugged his shoulders at Bella, silently asking "How did he know?"

"He can see your reflection, dumbass," Bella laughed, pointing at the window of the front door.

They both climbed the stairs and Jake pulled in close to her before she went in. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he bent down to growl in her ear. "Think about how much fffffffucking fffffun we can have in the back of that beast?" Bella giggled again at the thought. "I've been saving up for our summer road trip," he added, jutting his pleasure into her pert ass.

A knot curled in her stomach. It was that knot of desire that could only be untied by Jake's sweet lovin'. It was way too early in the day for that to start because the day was going to be packed with friends and family.

"I'll get breakfast ready after I baste the turkey," Bella called as she entered the kitchen, Jake close at her heels. He wanted to rev up Bella's engine for the test drive later. Charlie was back in the living room flipping channels looking for anything to watch on the sports channels.

"Mmmmm," Jake said, "that turkey looks niiiiiice." He was looking at Bella's ass as she was bent down looking in the oven. He approached her from behind and grabbed her hips as she squeezed butter over the mostly raw bird. It had only been in the oven for less than an hour. He mimicked the motion Charlie had told him to knock off outside after the baster made juicy sucking noises. "I like those sounds."

"Jake how old are you? Seriously?" Bella whined. She'd come home for break and it was like he'd reverted to before their first experiment and he, Quil, and Embry laughed at anything remotely sexual. She chuckled, but it was becoming a little too much.

"Jake!" Charlie called from the other room.

"What?" he asked, staying right where he was. Bella had stood back up after closing the oven door and Jake's hands were under her shirt, over her boobs, and his lips were trailing slobbery kisses up and down her neck.

"Let Bella make breakfast in peace and get in here and watch some mindless garbage with me!" Charlie called.

"Gods! He hasn't left us alone since you've been back!" he whispered heavily in her ear. She was panting, too, while he ground himself into her ass. "I'm gagging for it!"

"Well," Bella's breath hitched as her tweaked her nipples, "you're not getting laid before breakfast because I'm not fucking you in the kitchen with him in the other room," she whispered back. Jake let out a quiet groan of disappointment.

"Jake!" Charlie called again.

"Coming!" he called back not dropping his hands. Bella spun around in his arms and ran her hand up his solid dick over his sweat pants. Could he be more obvious? He always told her that sweat pants were better for quickies—not as much hassle as jeans. They didn't hide as much as jeans either.

"We'll get time today, I promise." She reached up to kiss him, but he was too tall so he bent down to meet her. She'd only arrived home two days ago because of her new campus job that needed some last minute clerical help to close out the semester. He hadn't seen her since Thanksgiving.

"Don't make me come in there," Charlie said, the bang of the recliner being closed indicating his seriousness. Jake let her go and hesitantly turned to walk away. Bella slapped his ass.

"What's your problem, old man?" Bella heard him ask as he went into the family room.

Bella smiled to herself as she prepared Christmas breakfast. As bacon sizzled in the frying pan, she soaked the Texas toast in the egg washed that she added a hint of vanilla to because that was just how Charlie liked it best. She prodded at the hashed browns with the spatula, careful not to break up the mass, to check that they were crisp and golden brown just like Jake liked them. Billy would be joining them later when Rachel brought him up from the rez. She'd moved back home and was working at the hospital now that she'd finished her EMT certification.

She carefully drained the first piece of sodden bread and laid it gingerly on the hot skillet. The butter popped and sizzled indicating it would have a crisp, crusty finish. She thought about how long it had been since she had last shared some real, quiet intimacy with Jacob. It had been Thanksgiving break when he drove her back home from the rez after spending the entire weekend at the Black's house. Maybe that's why Charlie was being so protective of his time with her.

"Need some help, Bells?" She yelped as he'd startled her from her thoughts. She looked back to see her father standing I the kitchen doorway.

"No, Dad, go spend some time with Jacob," she replied. She'd added three more pieces of toast to the skillet and it was time to flip them.

"I see Jake all the darn time. I want to spend some time with you," he said, walking towards the stove. He cleared his throat in that Charlie-esque way he had when he was feeling any sort of overwhelming emotion. She sighed as he confirmed her earlier thoughts.

"Sure dad." She smiled at him and pointed at the pan with the bacon that was just about done. "Can you take the bacon out of there and drain it and then put it on a plate?"

"Sure, sure!" he said, excitedly. He moved with deftness around the kitchen. Charlie was good at breakfast food.

"Is that why you're acting so weird?" Bella finally asked, watching him dab at the bacon with some paper towels.

"Want me to put this in the toaster oven to keep them warm?" Charlie asked, ignoring her question.

"Sure. Set it on 150," Bella eyed him as she added another four slices of toast to her skillet. "Put these in there, too, please," she said handing him the finished pieces.

"Dad?" she asked, trying to bring him back to her question after he closed the oven door and started poking at the hashed browns.

"These are looking good," he said pointing at the hashed browns. "Want me to flip them?"

"Sure, they should be done soon."

"Okay," he responded. She watched him skillfully flip the hashed browns like a pancake with ease. She flipped the next four pieces of toast and looked at him.

"Dad."

"What?" he said, looking at the potatoes with too much interest.

"Talk to me. What is bugging you?" she said taking one step closer to her.

"I just miss you, Bells, and he is always here." He poked with the spatula at the hashed browns.

She smiled at him and it pulled at her heartstrings a little bit.

"How is that any different from before?" she asked. His mustache twitched and he just shook his head. "Is it because I spent all break down in La Push over Thanksgiving?"

"Kind of," Charlie agreed. "And…" he trailed off. He pushed the frying pan on the back burner and turned off the gas on the stove.

"Get me that plate of French toast again so I can add these," Bella said. She knew he needed a little distraction to gather his thoughts. He opened the crammed toaster oven and with two mismatched oven-mitts he held out the plate so she could add the last four pieces of toast to it and place it back into the oven. When he was done, Bella was sitting in a kitchen chair and pulled another out and indicated that he should sit in it.

"And?" she prompted.

"Well, it's that new van and all it represents. I'm so happy to give it to you, but it means you'll be moving away from me again and that just makes me a little jealous of your time. He gets to go with you," he finally said.

"Oh, dad!" she said and rose up to give him a hug. Charlie had never been very affectionate and she knew this must mean a lot to him to actually come in and talk to her about it.

"Look, you know I only stayed down there all during break because Billy was sick and he couldn't travel. Jake needed help. I'm just so glad Rachel is finally home again to help out with that."

"I know," he conceded. "But it doesn't help that he's wearing those pants," Charlie pointed to the other room where they could hear Jake flipping channels, "and I can see how excited he is to see you and why."

Bella let out a barking laugh that caused her to grab her sides to keep herself in her chair. "I told him not to wear those!" Bella laughed again.

"Look," she said, still laughing, "I promise I won't neglect you this break. We'll go do some Charlie/Bella things and I'll tell Jacob to go spend some time with his sister, okay?" She let out one more chuckle.

Charlie smiled from under his beard. She liked that he'd grown a full beard to even out what she'd called his "portstache".

"What's going on in here?" Jake said from the doorway. Charlie rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling.

"Nothing," Bella and Charlie both said together and smiling at each other.

"Let's eat," Bella declared. "Jake, you set the table. Dad, you get the stuff from the oven. I'll pour drinks."

"You're a little bossy, aren't you?" Jake swatted at her rear as she walked by him on the way to the fridge.

"You like it," Bella retorted. Charlie grunted which made Bella smile again. She liked that Charlie actually talked to her about what he was feeling. She could fix things if she knew about them.

They all set about their tasks and Jake found a way to touch Bella every time they passed one another. They all sat at the table and it did not escape Charlie's notice that Jake sat next to Bella and not across from her.

"This is great, Bells," Charlie muffled out through a mouthful of French toast. "You always make the best French toast."

"You have some syrup in your beard, dad," she giggled. Jake's left hand was moving up her thigh as he cut through his own piece with is right. She gave him a side long glance.

"I was saving that for later," Charlie said.

"Gets funnier every time you say it, Chief," Jacob said stuffing half a piece own mouth.

"You're just jealous you can't grow a beard, son," Charlie said, munching on a piece of bacon. Jake's hand had crested at the top of Bella's thighs and she almost chocked on her grapefruit juice.

"I ain't got nothing to be jealous of, old man," Jake turned a worried eye to Bella. "You okay?" Bella shot him a warning glare. Charlie wiped his beard.

They all ate in contented silence for a few minutes, the air filled with clinking forks and the scraping of bowls. Jacob kept losing the hashed browns off his fork because he was eating one handed and Bella kept giggling at him. She'd locked her thighs so he couldn't have access to the prize he sought and he was frustrated, but still trying.

"Works better if you use a knife with the hand you have in my daughter's lap," Charlie said, giving Jake the stink eye. Jake had the good sense to look shocked and Charlie was about to respond when the phone rang. "I'll get it," Charlie gruffed. The chair scrapped across the linoleum and Charlie crossed the room and picked up the old receiver. "Chief Swan."

"Jake you've got to cool it in front of him!" Bella whispered close to his ear. Jake liking the closeness, leaned in to answer her in her ear.

"Why? You said he knows we do it," he breathed back and nipped at her ear. Bella rolled her eyes.

"That doesn't mean we should flaunt it. He's still my dad and he's a little jealous of my time. He was hurt I didn't stay here over Thanksgiving break. Give him a break, will you. Back off a little bit." Jake looked a little hurt and pulled away a little.

"I thought you liked our little stealthy games," he said. Bella sighed and brought his hand to his cheek.

"I do," she said, and pressed a chaste kiss to his pouting lips. "But let's give him a little bit of respite, okay?" She pleaded with her eyes and she could see his soften from hurt to understanding.

"Okay," he agreed. They heard Charlie hang up the phone and when they turned to him he was already looking at them. He considered them for a moment.

"Well, that was your sister. She's been called in to work, which is good for her paycheck, but that has stranded Billy down in La Push," he explained.

Jake's face fell, but just having his little side conversation with Bella, he sighed. "I'll run down and get him." Charlie's face showed little emotion, but he, too, sighed.

"No, no. You two haven't had any time to yourselves. I'll finish eating and I'll go down and get him so Bella can stay here and take care of that bird that smelling so darned good." He walked back over and slid into his chair and picked up his fork. He started eating again and Jake picked up his knife with his left hand and began scooping hashed browns onto his fork in his right hand. Charlie's eyes flicked to the motion. "Besides," Charlie added, "you're dad has some Vitamin R I'm gonna lift because I forgot to stock up yesterday."

Jake smiled and polished off his fourth piece of French toast and speared his fifth from the common plate with his fork. Bella smiled happily while crunching on a piece of bacon she stole from Jacob's plate.

"Hey!" he protested. "Eat your own!" Bella looked at him, her eyes piercing silently telling him that she liked his meat.

"You stole it all!" Bella declared and they all chuckled looking at the huge pile of bacon on Jake's plate.

"Sorry," Jake conceded and dumped massive amounts of syrup on his buttered toast.

"That means I should be gone for about two hours," Charlie explained, "because we'll probably go by and check on the Clearwaters as well."

"Sure, sure!" Bella responded. She knew that would make it three hours, because Seth was enamored with Charlie and always talked his ear off. She also knew that was Charlie giving them some time alone.

"Jake! DISHES!" Bella half yelled half gasped as he pressed up behind her at the sink. The moment Charlie was out the door he was on her like white on rice.

"Can't we do that after?" he moaned backing off again and getting plates from the table.

"No. We get this done now and we have a solid hour and a half before he's home again. Over two if they really stop at the Clearwaters. I have to baste the turkey," Bella remembered, pulling oven mitts on her hands.

By the time Bella was done basting the turkey and putting the water on for the potatoes she'd peeled last night Jake had cleared and wiped the table, loaded the dishwasher, turned it on, and was placing the frying pans from the bacon and hashed browns into the dish rack. She looked at the skillet she'd cooked the French toast on. Jake followed her eyes.

"Later!" he growled. The feral look in his eyes begged her not to argue and she didn't. Instead she watched as he slowly circled the table to stand right in front of her.

"We're not even going to make it upstairs." His voice was low and seductive and turned her around and bent her over the table. She smiled as he slowly eased down her jeans and removed each foot from the tapered legs. "I'm gonna need a memory of this table to remove that crotch-blocking incident I just endured."

She yelped with a playful smack landed on her bare ass cheek. She heard the swish of fabric and the thump of Jake's hoodie hitting the floor. His heat returned to her back as she felt her shirt being lifted up her back and over her head, but then he left it at her wrists effectively tying her hands together. Her gut erupted with desire as dominant Jacob was hovering over her. She looked at her reflection in the sliding glass door and moaned in pleasure. He'd moved her bra up and released her breasts which hung just over the table as she was propped up on her elbows.

"I can't wait any longer. This is gonna be hard and fast," Jake's voice was gravely.

"Oh, god, yes!" Bella begged. She saw Jake looking at her in the reflection of the glass and he smirked.

"Looks like I may have been crotch-blocked, but it still got you all ready," his voice pleased as he ran his finger through her folds.

"Jake, please! I'm ready!" she begged again. He needed no more entreaties. He entered her from behind and they both groaned. "Oh, yes," Bella purred.

"So you've missed me as much as I've missed you?" Jake grunted in her ear. His rhythm was moderate as he bent down to nibble on her neck. She leaned her head to the side to give him better access all the while watching their reflection. She really liked to watch.

"Harder, Jake. More!" was her only answer.

"Look at your tits bounce every time I slam in to you!" he growled. She did and she moaned.

"Faster, Jake! It's been so long!"

"That's what I've been saying," and then he stopped. Bella gasped as he pulled out. She was confused until she saw him sit in a chair, facing the double glassed window and he pulled her down on top of him.

"Ride me, baby. Watch yourself ride me," he commanded. This was new and boy did Bella like it. Hands still bound by her t-shirt, bra still hiked up revealing her breast Bella planted both feet on the floor and using them to bounce up and down on his rock hard dick. "That's in, baby. Watch yourself."

Bella watched her own look of pleasure in the reflection, Jake's hands on her hips as she increased her speed and intensity.

"Oh, Gods, Jake!" she screamed. They were both so close.

"Bella," he grunted, "I'm so close, baby!"

Bella both watched and felt Jake's hand snake around and down to her clit and circle and press. It sent shock waves of pleasure through her. His grunts increased, signaling his approach and she wanted to cum with him.

"Oh, Jake, harder!"

Jake both pressed harder on her clit and jerked his hips up and she came down and in two more stroke they were both calling each other's names in pure unbridled pleasure.

"Jake! Jake! Jake!"

"Oh, Bells! Fuck me, Bells!"

Both sweaty and spent, Bella leaned back against Jake's chest and he untied the t-shirt that bound Bella's hands.

"God I love you," Jake said. "I love how kinky you are. How self-assured you are." Bella smiled as he panted those words across her cheek.

"I love how you start by taking all the control and then give it over to me," Bella purred, taking his hands and placing them on her breasts. She was still watching their reflection and Jake obliged her by stroking and caressing her body and down between her legs which were spread wide for him.

"You still owe me a test drive," Bella remarked.

"Van, later. Bed, now." Jake lifted Bella up off of him and picked up all their clothes. "Before you have to baste the turkey again."

"Deal." And Bella followed Jake upstairs carrying her egg timer with her…in case she was distracted.

A/N: There might be a few more chapters in me after I finish my other story.

Thoughts?