Holiday Road

Chapter 18

The following morning, desperate pounding on his door awakened Sam. Bella was still snoozing away, exhausted from last night's activities which involved, among other things, copious amounts of tongue calisthenics, tequila, and Cool Whip.

"Hang on, I'll be right there!"

Sam threw a towel around his waist, and opened the door. His entire pack filed inside with worried expressions on their faces.

"Dude, Bella's missing again and we smelled leech in the woods," Paul informed him, desperately.

"I know. She's not missing," Sam replied calmly.

"What the hell is this noise? I am so not a morning person." Bella stretched her arms up over her head and yawned, giving the entire pack an eyeful of her tits.

"Alright, what the hell did you do to my stepsister, Uley?" Leah demanded.

Bella finally noticed everyone in the room. "Oh, hey guys. How was the reception?" She massaged her jawline with her palms. "Ouch."

"More funnels?" Jared questioned.

"Nope, not this time, Jared."

Jared slammed his fist across Sam's jaw. They all glared at Sam as if he were the demon from hell. Why was his pack suddenly so protective of Bella? And why the heck was Jared so familiar with her? In fact, how come Paul was snuggling up next to her in bed?

"Get your fucking hands off of my imprint!"

"Your imprint?" they all blurted.

"When? How?" Jake asked.

"Last night, when we were both escaping from the wedding, I bumped into her and boom, I imprinted."

"Yeah, but you've met Bella before. You're the one who carried her home from the woods after the leech abandoned her."

"I know, but..." Sam turned to his imprint completely distracted by the sight of her bouncy breasts on display. "Honey, can you cover your breasts before Quil busts a nut?"

"Sure." Bella giggled and pulled the sheet up over herself.

"Oh, sure, ruin the fun for all of us," Quil commented. "You selfish fucker."

Sam ignored him and continued, "Anyway, she had her eyes closed both times."

"What do you mean both times? You only carried her out of the woods once."

"No, I found her in the stairwell passed out the night before last."

"I thought you guys were going to put her to bed!" Paul snapped.

"Uh, no! You said you were going to do it when you nodded to us!" Jared argued.

"Hang on there! What the heck were you three doing with Bella?"

"We were in Reno at a bar and grill... eating," Bella offered.

"Bullshit! You said you were with male strippers!" Leah returned.

"It was a play on words. You know, you should never take anything I say literally, Leah. Besides, I said strippers. I never mentioned a specific gender."

"That's it! How come all of you are suddenly friends with my imprint? I want an explanation on what's been going on now! That's an alpha order!" Sam demanded.

"Alpha! That's the word I was looking for. You're the alpha!" Bella chortled happily.

"Well, I'm waiting." Sam looked intimidating with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Damn it, I hate when you do this!" Embry started with his explanation about how he kidnapped Bella and told her about the pack and legends, Jake followed with a similar explanation, and then Leah and Seth confessed how they told her. All of them expressed how they didn't want her to get hurt just because her friends had suddenly become imprints.

Sam turned to Jared, Paul, and Quil. All three of them were fighting the alpha order with everything they had in them.

"Well? You three go next."

"Keep your mouth shut, Quil!" Jared warned when he saw that he was about to open his mouth.

After about a ten-minute stare down from Sam, Paul ended up confessing everything. He started with how they abducted Bella and told her about the pack, and then moved onto how Jared got lost and they wound up in Reno. "We ended up having lunch and dinner at 'The Beaver Bar and Grill.'"

"That sounds suspiciously like a strip joint," Seth pointed out. "I mean, what kind of a bar and grill is named, 'The Beaver?'"

"We didn't know at first, but it was. I mean there was an adorable sign up on the window with a cartoon beaver and everything. We went in because they had free appetizers, and then one thing led to another, and we ended up having a bachelor/bachelorette party for Sue and my dad," Bella confirmed. "I liked the teriyaki chicken wings."

"Yeah, those were good," Paul agreed. "Those little quiche cups weren't bad either."

"But Charlie and Sue weren't with you?" Sam pointed out.

"I know, but we were doing it in their honor. The lawyer stripper lady insisted," Jared stated.

"What else happened?" Sam demanded.

"Well, we did body shots."

"Don't forget the hottest male chest contest," Bella added.

"Oh, yeah. I won," Paul declared, pumping out his chest.

"And the skinny-dipping and the jacuzzi," Quil reminded everyone.

"Right, all of the above. And there was the Cool Whip on our chests, but Bella and the strippers licked it all off of us. Didn't you, babe?"

"Yep, but don't worry, there was no sex at all. I just like to lick chests when I'm drunk."

"She's got an outstanding tongue," Jared agreed along with Quil who eagerly nodded his head.

"Is that all?" Sam questioned.

"Uh, and then we brought her back to the hotel and hid her in the stairwell because our wives were waiting for us. Then you found her. Isn't that great?"

"Get out of my room," he snarled.

"Right, but what about the leeches?"

"Don't worry about them. The situation has been taken care of."

"Are you sure, Sam?"

"Absolutely. Now out."

"Sure, sure, you just imprinted and all. You probably want to..." Jacob cringed under Sam's scowl. "Right, we're leaving."

"See you later, sweetheart." Paul winked at Bella as he was leaving. Jared and Quil both grinned at her.

"We've got a special bond—the four of us," Bella told Sam.

"I can see that."

She flung the sheet off of her, exposing her nude body to him. "Not as special as the one we have though."

"Nope, never," Sam murmured as he rolled her pink tips between his fingers until they pebbled. "I'm going to make sure your tongue behaves from this point on. You're going to forget all about Paul, Jared, and Quil."

"Mmm... I can't wait."

He rolled on top of her and slid into her in one fell swoop. His teeth grazed her collarbone sending shivers down her spine straight to her toes. She moaned in pleasure; the heat; the fullness—all contributing to her physical joy.

Sam had one goal and one goal only. He had to tame his lush of an imprint. After hearing the story of her adventure with three of his pack members, he was both turned on and jealous at the same time. His imprint couldn't go around licking other men's chests so Sam's one objective was to mark her as his. He had intended to hold off on the marking until they made firm plans for their future, but recent revelations necessitated the need to speed up this ultimate act of possession.

In truth, Sam was a jealous fucker and extremely possessive of his imprint. The mark would serve as a reminder to other wolves to keep their hands off of her. At least he hoped.

"I want you, Sam. I need you," she begged. "Oh, yes! Harder, right there. Harder." She was rubbing her sensitive nub desperately as he moved in and out of her. Sam placed his hand on top of hers and they fell into a steady rhythm together.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and managed to flip him over—now she was in control. She bounced on top of him. The sight of her breasts sent frissons straight to his core. Her eyes were focused on him; desperate; longing; wanting.

He wiggled underneath her and moved to a sitting position with her still on top. His mouth took in a single nipple; he suckled; feasted. She screamed at the sensation. Their pace quickened as they raced toward completion. He was getting close. Oh, so close. He brushed her hair aside and nuzzled her neck. The heat; the passion; the sensitivity of it all was too much for her to handle. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she clamped and fluttered onto him. And that sent Sam over the edge. He pulsed inside of her, and sunk his teeth deep into the juncture between her neck and collarbone, declaring, "Mine."

XOXO

In the days that followed, Sam and Bella rarely left his hotel room. Well, they did once so she could check out of her room. They only needed one bed to accomplish their goal of having mind-blowing sex all day and all night.

When it was finally time to head home, the front desk handed Sam a Fed Ex envelope. In it was a pair of plane tickets and a note.

Dear Mr. Uley,

We regret to inform you that we were unable to repair your vehicle in time for your departure. Please accept these airline tickets in lieu of it. We took the liberty of hiring a limousine to return you to La Push from Seattle and for your indiscriminate use until said time your vehicle can be returned to you. Please call this number when you wish to return to your home and give them your name. They will know who you are. Your vehicle will be delivered to you in La Push by a human courier in one week's time. Thank you for understanding and we apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

Sincerely,

Carlisle Cullen, MD

P.S. Alice claims it is imperative that I convey to you that the coast will be clear at 11:43 am and ten seconds—not a second more or a second less.

"What the heck does that post script mean?"

"Beats me." Bella was just as confused as Sam was.

"There's a plane ticket in here for you, too, Bella... unless you want to ride with Emily and Embry."

"Are you kidding? They're planning on stopping at the same motel in Klamath where Jacob..."

"Say no more. Besides, I've always wanted to join the mile high club. These are first class tickets."

"And the seats are roomy in first class. Very roomy." Bella wagged her eyebrows at him. He smiled, took her hand, and they were on their way.