Going back!

The weekend was a blur of sex, packing, more sex and food. Paul was spoiling me. He would cook for me each night, and then would give me pleasure beyond my wildest dreams. Last night, Paul kept me awake until the sun rose. I never thought it could be like that.

As he drove us back to our childhood town, I looked over at Paul with a smile. Years ago, if anyone had told me that I would be in a relationship with Paul Lahote. The reservation's very own playboy. I would have called a doctor because they were obviously ill or demented.

Now, here I was sitting next to him, in his car with my hand slowly rubbing his thigh. A smile grazed my lips as I shifted in my seat. I felt a little sore this morning.

"You ok?" he asked noticing my movement.

With a smirk, I nodded and gripped his leg. I could see him clench, then a wicked, devilish idea popped into my head. Tentatively, I moved my hand up and down, I could see his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"Bella?" he warned, and I smirked.

"Yeah?" I asked innocently as he gripped my hand.

"Unless you want me to do one of two things, I would stop," he explained as he moved my hand over to my own leg.

"What two things?" I asked, more than a little curious.

He smirked at me, taking his eyes off the road for a second.

"Well, I can either cause an accident or I could pull over somewhere relatively secluded, and slam into you from behind whilst you are bent over the hood of my car."

The idea was primal and powerful, and it had me dripping with excitement.

"Option two sounds good," I teased.

Inside, a small part of me was cringing. I had no idea what had come over me recently. I've never been an overly sexual girl. Maybe Paul was a bad influence. Paul swerved a little, before looking at me in shock. I guess he hadn't expected me to choose, or at least choose that option. His eyes darkened, as he licked his lips.

"As much as I would love to do just that we can't be late, and besides I know you are still a little sore from last night," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

With a sigh, I nodded, I knew he was right. It's just the image he'd created was playing on a loop in my head. With a laugh, he took hold of my hand, brought it up to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss. He could be really sweet when he wanted to be.

When we were coming into Forks, I stiffened in my seat. My heart pounded as we passed my old house and school. The very places that held the most memories of ... NO! I will not think of him.

Paul took my hand again and squeezed it. Instead of focusing on the pain, I focused on Paul. The feel of his hand in mine, his smell in the small space and the way his eyes softened when he looked at me. It all allowed me to push ugly thoughts to the back of my mind.

Noticing my discomfort, Paul sped up and I was grateful for that. Thankfully soon, we were passing the border into the La Push reservation. This time Paul tensed, and I placed a hand over his on the gear shift.

Paul smiled at me as he drove us to his house, I'd called Charlie yesterday to say that I would be staying with Paul. Naturally, he hadn't been happy about it, but he eventually came around. I think Sue had something to do with that.

Once inside his house, Paul was a true gentleman. He carried both our bags and placed them both in, what I was assuming, was his room. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?" he asked innocently before it dawned on him.

"Oh crap! Sorry, Bella. I just assumed you'd want to ...…. I mean I'll put your bag in the spare room."

"It's ok Paul, I'm happy to sleep in your bed with you," I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck stopping him.

He smiled and kissed me passionately. I pulled him tighter into the kiss, he moved us so he could push me against the nearest wall. A groan escaped me as his hard body crashed into mine. I could feel his hard cock pushing against my thigh.

"Ahem!"

We both jumped apart, to see a beautiful woman with flowing dark hair standing glaring at us.

"Well, I heard Paul was coming back today. Knew he worked quick but this must be a record," she said in a sickly, sweet, mocking voice. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, I suddenly felt inadequate.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with a growl.

For a moment, I thought this was the girl he told me about, Liza. The one who broke his heart, and made him leave his life behind.

"Connie, I asked what are you doing here?" he asked again as he stepped away from me.

'I guess not' I thought. She smiled at him, intentionally ignoring me.

"I wanted to welcome you back to the rez," she smiled as she sauntered up to him.

I really felt pathetic now, she had the slim figure, sultry walk and the looks of a runway model. She was perfect for someone like Paul. I started to fidget with my clothes, pressing them down in hopes that they would make me thinner.

Paul must have seen my movements. So I was taken by surprise as he moved away from her and gripped my hands. I looked up into his eyes in confusion. He lifted my hands and kissed them making me smile.

"You are the only one I want," he told me sweetly.

Connie heard him and scoffed. Paul scowled and turned to face her, still holding one of my hands.

"It was nice of you to welcome me back, but as you can see I'm a little busy. Now, if you don't mind" he said as he indicated towards the door.

Connie looked between me and Paul in disbelief.

"You can't be serious?" she asked.

"Very!" he told to her.

"Don't tell me your standards have slipped since you've been away" she smirked at me.

Paul scowled at her before he turned to me and smirked.

"Quite the opposite Connie, my standards have been raised since I've been away. The sluts of La Push no longer satisfy me. I needed a real woman, and now I have one."

Connie's beautiful face suddenly turned ugly. I was beaming, Paul could really make me feel like I was truly worth something. It looked like she was trying to think of something to say. After a minute, her face changed back into the smirk she had on earlier.

"Well, where are my manners? We haven't been introduced, I'm Connie and you are?" she held out her hand to me.

Paul moved to step in between us, but I stopped him. I stepped up and took her hand.

"I'm Bella," I said pulling my hand away quickly.

My pale stubby hands looked really pale against hers.

"Bella?" she asked herself. "You mean Bella Swan? The chief of police's daughter?"

I nodded and she started laughing. Paul pulled me back slightly and stepped forward.

"What's so funny?" demanded Paul.

"I just find it funny," she laughed. "Come on Paul, you can't be serious. I mean it's Bella Swan! From what I hear she's like a dead fish in bed. What's the game you're playing?" she was really laughing now.

Without thinking, I walked up to her and slapped her. It was safe to say everyone in the room was shocked. Including myself, but I managed to hide my shock.

"What do you mean by you hear?" I asked her.

I wanted her gone but I needed to know. She recovered from her shock too.

"Edward!" was all she said with a glare.