Disclaimer: I do not own any rights whatsoever to the Twilight books or characters.

Author's Note: I have a perverted mind, and if I had my way, Bella would be with both Jacob and Edward. This story is rated M for graphic sex scenes and language. Don't read if you don't want to be offended.

As Jacob sped away from the school with Alice glaring after them, her lips pursed into a thin line, Bella clung to Jacob's muscular torso and rested her chin on his shoulder. The rebuilt Harley rumbled underneath them, and Bella squeezed her thighs tighter around the seat and therefore tighter against Jacob's muscular thighs. His hair blew against her face, and she could smell the piney scent of the evergreens and the salty air of the sea. His warm back felt good against her breasts, and she closed her eyes with a smile on her face. As much as she loved Edward, she always felt so rebellious and free with Jacob. He let her be reckless (to an extent) in a way that Edward would never allow. Why was she having such odd thoughts? Didn't Edward already complete her in so many ways? She would never leave Edward. Never. The pain of losing him the first time was still fresh in her mind, but the time she spent with Jacob was what healed her and let her keep her sanity. Jacob was now a part of her. Of that she was sure.

Jacob's body heat was growing hotter. There was no way he could not feel Bella's body pressed against his back, her thighs squeezing against his, and her breath on the nape of his neck as they raced up the winding road to La Push. He knew the vamp would be after them in no time when he found out from Alice that Jacob had more or less kidnapped Bella. The faster they got over the boundary, the easier he would feel. Bella's arms tightened around his waist, and he sucked in a breath. He almost couldn't bear her closeness. She had no idea what she was doing to him at the moment. He shook his head and tried to get his thoughts back to friendship. Their wonderful friendship. God, he loved her so much, but he knew her heart was with the bloodsucker. She would never love him like she did Cullen. A low growl rumbled in his chest. He concentrated on the road, knowing he needed to get her to their destination safe and sound. She was all that mattered to him. It didn't matter to him that she didn't return his feelings. Oh, hell. Yes. It did. But he would have to resign himself to the fact that if the only way to keep her in his life was to be just her friend, he would accept it.

Bella wondered what Jacob was thinking when she felt his chest rumble. She knew he loved her. Too much, she thought. A flash of his naked skin suddenly raced across her vision, and she felt a stirring in her loins. Good God. What was she thinking? She'd seen him shirtless countless times before and never thought a second thing about it, but just now – that vision of him naked from the waist up . . . she bit her lip. His skin was so awesome. Tan. Taunt over muscular abs. His chest was hairless. Unlike Edward's who had just a sprinkling of fur between his pecs and then a thin trail venturing down to his--. Good Lord. There she went again. This time about Edward. Edward was very careful about being undressed around her because he knew what a minx she was. Horny was the word. Plain and simple. There were a few times she'd caught him with his shirt off, and she never missed a chance at marveling at his exquisite physique. He and Jacob were night and day. Fire and ice. Edward's body was pale, lean, and muscular. His six-pack abs never failed to turn her on, and good Lord, whenever he ventured in the sunlight, she wanted to pounce on him. If she didn't know better, she would have thought SHE was the inhuman one. Not him. He had such restraint. Too much, she pouted to herself.

"Hey, Bells. We're here!" Jacob announced, coming to a halt in his driveway, throwing gravel as the tail end of the Harley spun to the side. Bella had been so lost in her erotic fantasy, she hadn't even realized they'd arrived at the Black residence. She reluctantly let go of her best friend and blushed when she remembered what kind of thoughts she'd been thinking.

"Where's your dad?" she asked Jacob as she slid off the bike and adjusted her jeans where they'd rode up her crotch. Jacob pretended he didn't see this motion, and replied, "He's over at Sam's. I think he said he wouldn't be back until supper."

"Oh."

They stared at each other; Jacob still straddling the bike. Bella bit her lip. She took a step towards Jake. His eyes never left hers, but they were questioning. Wondering what she was thinking . . . doing. They were alone. That's all she could think about.

"Jake . . .," she began, unsure of what she wanted to say or even do. The first time they had kissed, she had been unwilling and furious that her best friend would try such a thing with her. That time she had only felt anger and betrayal. Betrayal for Edward. Her lips had never touched anyone's but his. However this time, she wanted to see if her feelings were different. She was feeling so strange right now. She should feel slutty. She abruptly turned away. Her face was crimson, and she DID feel ashamed. What was she even THINKING?

"What's wrong?" Jacob asked, sliding off the bike and coming to stand behind her. She could feel his body heat radiating against her – even with the space between them.

"I feel so stupid," Bella said then, turning around to face him. He towered over her, and he was standing much closer than she thought. His head was leaned towards her, and she felt his breath on her face. She opened her mouth to say something else, but nothing came out. Jacob put a hand under her chin and tilted her face up and gazed into her brown eyes. Ever so slowly, his lips came closer to hers, and her mind shrieked, "Oh my God! You can't kiss him! You love Edward!" Yes, I know, but I have to know what I feel for him. I have to! her heart, body, other conscience argued back. She stayed perfectly still, afraid that if she moved even a fraction, he would end it. Softly, his warm lips touched hers, and her mouth felt like it was on fire.