Title: All Roads

Rating: M for language and sexual content

Pairing: Bella/Paul

Summary: Bella made mistakes after Edward left her – dangerous, stupid mistakes… like having unprotected sex with Paul Lahote. When she returns a few years later, how will he take the news… especially when he imprints on her. Bella/Paul imprint story.

AN: So its been a while since I've posted a story. As I'm sure some of my regulars have noticed, I took down a few incomplete ones. I'm hoping to really stick with this one! Please be warned that this story with have mature content, which is just a fancy way of saying graphic and oh-so yummy sex scenes. Some of it is in this first chapter – yes chapter one. Now, if you're under 18 (at least in the USA), I'm obligated to tell you that this content might not be suitable for you. But as this is the internet I have absolutely no power to stop you! So, enjoy!

PS: I need a beta reader for this story, so if you're interested, PM me!

One

The Night Everything Changed…

Bella wasn't sure how it had happened. She was a sensible girl that always made the right choices. When you grow up with a mother like Renee, you learn early on to be the responsible one. Even after Phil came into the picture, responsibility and duty were well-engrained into Bella. She had never tasted a sip of alcohol, never smoked a cigarette, and certainly never had a one night stand. Since Edward and the rest of the Cullen's left, Bella found herself acting out. Charlie blamed it on belated teenage rebellion, and maybe he was right. Maybe this was all part of life, right? You have your first heartbreak, you make a few bad choices, you learn from them… right?

When Charlie pulled a speeding motorcycle over, the last thing he expected was his teenage daughter under the helmet. Bella was sure she had never seen one person turn so many shades of red, and coming from her that really meant something. He grounded her after that, only letting her out after a month, and only to go to the reservation. He thought that Jacob would be a good influence on her, but it seemed that while she was paying time for her crimes, Jacob was committing a few of his own. Now, it might have been unfair to assume that Jacob's new roid-enhanced friends were committing crimes – hell, it was downright stereotypical, but you didn't look like that without causing some kind of trouble.

The guys were nice enough to Bella – the younger ones anyway. The older guys didn't seem to bother with her, especially Paul. Sam and Jared would smile politely when Jacob brought her over. Even Leah would entertain small talk if need be, but Paul seemed to go out of his way to pretend Bella didn't exist. It suited her just fine. She was still hurt from the Cullen's leaving… still angry. She and Paul would butt heads constantly, which would give her some semblance of relief. He always seemed to know just how to get under her skin though. Like the fact that he never looked at her – like she wasn't even worth his time. That pissed her off the most.

The night that things shifted was the night that Jacob invited her to a game night. She had expect Monopoly, maybe some old school Nintendo… not traipsing through the woods with a bright yellow scarf tied to her pants. Man Hunt they had called it. Some kind of extreme tag mixed with capture the flag. It probably would have been a lot of fun if Bella had any sense of coordination or direction during daylight hours, let alone night. At least they were playing on teams, so if she could lay low long enough, she could ride the coattails of the others. Not very sportsman-like, but the team would thank her in the end for not bringing them down with her.

"Geeze, Swan." A deep voice made her jump nearly a foot. "I could hear you breathing from ten feet away. You would die first during a zombie apocalypse." She was used to such statements. The boys made them all the time before detailing a pseudo battle plan and fighting over hypothetical weapons. She just hadn't expected Paul to be the one that said it.

"I think we established that last week when Embry said he would use me as bait." She replied dryly, preferring to ignore his comment about her breathing. She would play nice tonight, if only because he was on her team, and his was one of the coattails she was hoping to ride. She knew she had been hanging out with the guys too much when that last thought sounded dirty. "How are you guys so good at this? I can hardly see anything."

It was true enough. The guys had purposefully picked a full moon to play, to give them the best chance at visibility. Still, the La Push woods in the spring were thick and lush. It was like trying to walk through quicksand in stilettos. Not that Bella had experience with either. She had jumped and nearly screamed at every fluffy cotton-tailed creature that was brave enough to cross her path. The guys assured Bella that she was safe in the woods, as long as she stayed within the marked parameters, but she couldn't shake the stories of bear sightings that had been going around. She wasn't Emmett, and she certainly couldn't fight off a grizzly.

"Why did I have to get stuck with you of all people?" Paul sneered as he adjusted the knot on his own yellow bandana. "I'd rather have Billy on my team." And then he snorted, probably picturing Billy Black in his wheelchair rolling over the upturned roots and muddied forest floor. The sad part was, Paul was right. Billy would probably be better at this than she was, wheelchair and all.

With an angry huff, Bella turned to stomp off further into the woods. She got all of three steps before a large, hot arm pulled her back into a broad chest. "Wha-"

"Wait." Paul's deep voice growled in her ear. Literally growled. Bella froze, her body obeying his command even though she didn't understand why. That's when she saw it, the large brown mass she had almost mistaken for a stick slithered past where she would have walked.

"Holy shit…" She breathed. Her cursing had gotten decidedly worse since she started hanging out on the rez. Bella wanted to thank Paul, to tell him that maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all, but all she could focus on was the heat of him at her back. Jacob was always looking for an excuse to touch her, but being pressed against Paul was… something else. He was tall, and broad, and… masculine. Edward had been so cold to the touch… when he touched her. Bella felt her heart pick up speed, and she feared that the heat would start racing to her face. Instead, it headed in the opposite direction, shooting through her stomach and pooling between her legs.

Paul inhaled deeply through his nose – deep enough that Bella could hear it. She wasn't sure if he was getting his bearings, or maybe just smelling her? She had switched shampoos lately, but Paul didn't seem like the type to care about such things. The hand over her stomach splayed wider as he pressed into her even more, his nose moving along the column of her neck. "You smell… like sex." He breathed, his voice husky and wild like his growl had been.

"P-Paul?" Bella stuttered out his name as his thumb brushed the underside of her breast. "W-what are you-oh!" Her breath caught as Paul's lips found the tender spot behind her ear.

"Shhh…" Paul cooed as he brought his other hand up to encircle her. Bella must have been at least a foot shorter than him and felt utterly dwarfed by his height. It should have scared her – made her want to cower, but she felt… safe. "I just want a taste, baby." He growled again, but it was different this time. Just as dark, but the intent was deeper.

"Taste?" Bella's voice was dreamy as he cupped her full breast, that damn thumb running over a pert nipple. A shiver wracked through her body, her heartrate so loud she was almost sure he could hear it – even if he wasn't a vampire. "I just-" She went to turn, but he kept her pressed to his front.

"Can't look…" Paul mumbled between heated kisses to the burning flesh of her neck. "Promised baby alpha – wouldn't look…" He growled as he bucked into her.

Bella's breath caught at the sensation. At feeling how much he wanted her. That was… new. So new, his words didn't register. "Paul… I-I'm a virgin."

His body went ridged, his hot breath fanning across the shell of her ear. "Okay…" She heard him gulp, his chest pressing into her back with every deep breath. "Okay…" He breathed again, his teeth catching her earlobe. "Tell me to stop, and I will." He promised.

Stop? Bella didn't want him to stop – she just wanted to warn him that she had no idea what she was doing! As if he had heard her thoughts, Paul's hands begun to move again. One dipped under the hem of her t-shirt, his boiling hands smoothing over the flesh and causing goosebumps to raise along her stomach. Higher and higher it climbed until it was pushing aside her cotton bra. Why did she have to wear that one? Any insecurities Bella might have been having regarding her wardrobe disappeared as Paul pinched her nipple hard enough to illicit a groan from her. She had never made that sound before.

She had been so preoccupied with the hand on her breast, she almost missed the one ducking into her pants to slide between her legs. "Shit!" Bella cursed as her knees buckled.

"Shhh, I got you, baby." Paul's voice was deeper now – almost animalistic. The hand around her chest tightened slightly to hold her upright as his other drove her mad with simple circles and strokes. "What do you want, Bella?" She was certain it was the first time he had ever said her name. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" She nearly screeched. His hands halted, and were beginning to retreat when she caught his wrists, realizing that he misunderstood her. "Don't stop, Paul…Please don't sto-" Her words turned into a moan as he obeyed.

"God, baby…" Paul groaned as he bucked into her, his hardened length running along her spine. "You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you…"

His deep, callous words only added fuel to the fire that was ripping through Bella's veins – hotter than vampire venom and twice as lethal. "Do it." She found herself saying. She wanted to turn and look at him, but he held her to him with frozen hands. "I want to… I want you to…" She buried her face in her hands, suddenly glad that he wasn't looking at her. "I want you to fuck me Paul." Came her muffled words.

Yes, that was exactly how it happened. Bella shook the memory from her mind as she looked in the rearview mirror. Those stupid words gave her endless sleepless nights. They also gave her the most precious thing in her life. She smiled into the mirror as the excited toddler bounced in his car seat. That fateful night happened almost four years ago, and she was about to see Paul for the first time since then.

"We're almost there, Wyatt." Bella assured her son who looked so much like his father.

She had taken the coward's way out when she found out she was pregnant. She had moved back to Phoenix, and then eventually on her own to Seattle. After Wyatt's third birthday, Charlie had convinced her to come back to Forks – to tell the father that he had a son. Her parents assumed it was Jacob thanks to Wyatt's dark features. Bella didn't have the heart to tell them that it was the troublemaker that had been in the back of Charlie's cruiser too many times to count. But she knew he was right, and that Paul had the right to know. She just had no idea how to tell him…