Leah Clearwater; Wounded

Chapter Seventeen

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Jacob's point of view

"Congratulations, Sam," I said, coming up behind the newlyweds. Sam turned and gave me a smile, Emily hugging me.

"Thank you, Jacob. For being my best man," Sam said as Emily pulled back.

"And thank you for looking after Leah," Emily quickly added. "I know it wasn't easy for her, but I'm glad she has you, and that she came."

I just nodded. "We're going to head off there now. Have a good honeymoon, but don't be gone too long," he teased. Sam was leaving him in charge of the pack with his absence.

"You can handle it," he remarked. "I'm only a phone call – or a phase away."

"I know, it'll be fine. Enjoy."

Sam nodded, and an awkward moment fell over us. "Jacob..." Sam said hesitantly, before reaching out and offering him his hand. "Take care of her. I'm serious. Don't hurt her like I did. She deserves someone like you." Sam was giving me his blessing I realized. Even though I didn't need it, it was nice for him to admit that he had no claim over her anymore.

I reached out and took his hand, shaking it. "I'll take care of her, Sam."

He nodded, and then let go. "Thank-you. She's in good hands."

Leah's point of view

Jacob and I said our goodbyes to our friends, and I opted to wait for him outside while he said goodbye to Sam and Emily. As far as I was concerned, my goodbyes had been said and I was just ready to leave. I had packed a small bag and it was in the back seat of Jacob's rabbit and I was confused to see another small bag next to mine considering I surprised Jacob with the hotel.

"Ready to go?" He asked, sliding into the drivers seat.

"For sure. Why do you have a bag?"

"After you told me I bowed out," he said, grinning. "I knew I'd need some stuff so I ran home and then came back. So where exactly is this hotel?"

I smiled at him, and then directed him to a mediocre hotel just a couple blocks down the street, farther from La Push than the hall was. Once he pulled into the lot and parked, he took the keys from the ignition and took a deep breath in. Turning to me, he said, "You're one hundred and fifty percent sure."

"Yes," I verified once again. "Why do you keep asking?"

"I just want to make sure," he said softly, his eyes boring into mine.

"Well don't. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

He chuckled and reached behind, grabbing both our bags. "Okay, Lee."

We both got out of the car and Jake locked it before we checked in at the front desk. We were on the second floor, room twenty-eight. We got the elevator up and I unlocked the door to reveal a medium-sized room with one, large, king-sized bed as the focal point. There were large, bay-windows on one whole wall and deep burgundy curtains pulled back to reveal all the lights of the city in the reflection of the glass. The room was covered in white, red and black tones and shades and the headboard was a fabric mesh with buttons shaping the fabric into large squares. There was a dresser opposite the bed for people with longer stays than ours and a bathroom was connected on our close left. The carpet was a deep red, and the walls were a pale beige with red and white lamps all around the room in different places. There was a phone on the night table and the duvet on the bed that looked like heaven.

Jacob shut the door behind us and laid our bags on the chair by the dresser, exploring the room. I stood in the doorway and kicked my heels off. Jacob looked out the glass, at all of the lights from below and then turned, throwing his suit jacket onto the chair with our bags and loosening his tie.

"Remind me to never put on a suit again," he said playfully. I could only imagine how warm he was in the suit.

I laughed and walked over to the bed after locking the door, and sitting down on it. The duvet was definitely as comfortable as it looked. "I'm sure Rachel will be getting married soon, and Kim, so unfortunately you probably don't have long until you get to wear it again," I informed him as he undid all of the buttons on his shirt after finally getting the tie off.

"Don't remind me," he grumbled before coming over to me and kissing me.

The fact that he was shirtless made the kiss a lot more heated than it originally would have been if he... well, if he had all of his clothes on. He pulled back, leaving me laid back on the bed while he turned the lights off. The lights from the balcony outside and all of the lights from the life down below was just enough for us to see.

He came back over and we eagerly started kissing again, somehow making it under the blankets in the process.

"Leah," he breathed against my lips after a few, long moments of the silence having been filled with the succulent sound of our lips against the others. "Are you su-"

"Don't," I said gently, shaking my head. "I want you – this."

Jacob nodded, our eyes boring into each others and he started kissing me again, this time, with a passion that I didn't think was possible. He held himself up over me, his lips leaving mine, venturing to my neck and collarbone before returning to their original position.

I shivered under his touch, and I knew this was a big moment for him. He was a virgin until now, even though most guys didn't usually dwell on their first time like girls did. I wanted to make it special and instead of undressing him, I reached down and pulled my dress up slightly, over my tummy, exposing my lace panties. Jacob helped me bring it up further, and exposed my matching bra before pulling back and letting the dress fall to the floor. I reached down, feeling my body reacting appropriately, and undid his belt, his pants button, and zipper. Jacob kicked them off to the end of the bed, somewhere in between all the covers. Only undergarment were left, and I took a deep breath in as our lips parted and he began kissing the top of the flesh of my breasts.

"Leah," Jacob whispered against my skin. "You're so beautiful."

Beautiful. While hastily removing clothing from one another usually sexy and hot were terms used, but I flushed slightly when he called me beautiful. It was like he saw another side of me. I wasn't used to feeling pretty anymore. Of course, the guys all used to think I was hot. And when I joined the pack at first – before I showed them how bitchy I could be, they all admired my body when I'd phase on the fly, by accident in front of the guys. Even Sam, I noticed. But once my personality changed, so did the guys admiration. I didn't want to think about that now, though. I looked up at Jacob, who was studying my features.

I felt his bulge against my inner thigh and I reached down, playing with the band of his boxers. Jacob tensed, and then leaned down, kissing my lips softly. His hand wrapped around my breast and I groaned into the kisses, slipping my hand under his boxers like I had one time before. I caressed him, and his moans flowed freely from his lips, to mine. He reached behind me, and somehow managed to unhook my bra with only a few tries. He slipped it down and off my shoulders and then threw it to the floor with some kind of animal drive behind it.

Jacob reached down once that material was gone and both of our lower bottoms were off soon after.

"I should get a condom," he said gently.

I felt the mood slightly dampen, but shook my head. "I can't get pregnant, Jacob."

Jacob looked like he wanted to kick himself. He had forgotten. I guess when Jacob pictured his first time, he wanted to be safe and make sure everything was okay; like he would have had to do with a normal girl. But being the she wolf I was, I was infertile and still struggled to come to terms with the fact that I couldn't have children. It hit below the belt, but I knew Jacob meant no harm.

"I'm sorry, Lee..."

I shook my head and smiled up at him. "Don't worry. But no, you shouldn't."

He chuckled awkwardly, and I resumed the kissing, pushing the slip-up past us. We kissed for a few, long minutes and I wondered if Jacob was nervous, because he never tried to advance our position. I looked up to him, breaking the contact.

"Is everything okay?"

He nodded, and looked down at my body under him. "Yes, perfect."

Our lips were suddenly bruising as we pushed them together and I felt butterflies in my tummy flutter as Jacob lined up to enter me. I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips, feeling him at my entrance, and he flicked my nipples with his fingertips. He took my moan as a good thing, and he started to push into me.

I hadn't been with a man in so long that I felt the pinch return when Jacob entered me, my walls tight around him. I tried not to compare, but I could feel how big Jacob was in comparison to... Well, past experiences. I cringed slightly and he pulled back. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, giving him a small smile. "Yes."

"Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. "No." And it didn't.

Jacob looked down into my eyes for a second before deciding I was telling the truth, and he nodded, moving ever so slowly inside of me, pushing farther.

But a moan had already escaped my lips, my body conforming to his own. He took that as a good sign, and he brought his lips down to mine. Once Jacob started moving rhythmically inside of me, I felt everything in my body crying out for him. For his first time, he definitely knew what he was doing. I bucked my hips up to meet his own, and every time he moved I was equally as surprised as the last time how good he felt inside of me, skin or skin with no latex between my body and his. The sounds filling the room were full of love and passion. Jacob gripped my thighs, hitting me even harder.

"Jacob..."

"God, I love hearing you say my name like that," he grunted, moving his lips down to my neck and collarbone. "Leah, you're so fucking sexy and beautiful."

Hearing him say that was still so odd in a way. "You're not too bad yourself," I whimpered. "God, Jake..."

A moan escaped his lips and filled the room, and as he moved faster inside of me, bringing his fingers down to stroke my clit, I could hardly contain myself. I continued to arch my hips up to him so he could fill me up... more and more... I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingernails in, and the sweat was already accumulated all over our bodies.

"You feel so good, Lee," he whispered in my ear, his voice hitching.

My body felt it's release coming, and I moaned loudly as I felt Jacob cum inside of me, moments before I let my body go.

Jacob rolled off me a few long seconds later, and took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly. "Wow."

"Yep," I murmured as he pulled me against his chest.

I looked up at him; his finely chiseled cheek bones, and his jaw line; his bare chest. He was... Well, a man, no matter how old he was. "If you ever," I said softly. "Think about this when we're phased... I swear."

Jacob laughed. "Well, I can't make any promises, Lee, you know how it is-"

I kissed him, cutting him off, but then playfully hit him. "I'm serious, Jake."

"Who cares?" He teased back. "The guys know we're together."

I glared at him, only half jokingly.

"I'm kidding, Lee. I'll try my best."

"Good," I said solemnly.

Jacob reached over and grabbed two robes sitting on the chair next to the bed. "Here," he said, as he put his on.

I followed his lead, and got off the bed, following him outside. "Where are you going?"

They were one floor away from the roof, and Jacob got up on the banister and hauled himself effortlessly up to the top. "Come on," he motioned. I followed him hastily, and we both ended up on the roof, looking down on the town lights.

"So you're feeling okay?" Jacob asked. "Since the wedding?"

Leah sighed and nodded. "Yes. Sam and I are over, in every sense. I've accepted that there's nothing left for us. We have memories, and I'll always keep them close, but it's better this way."