"Cherry Pie" by Lex

Fanfiction written in the style of Stephanie Meyer: “Cherry Pie”
A Bella, Jacob and Edward (Porno) Story.

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Who knew baking could be so… dangerous?

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle – Edward was watching me. His scorching ambrosia gaze was so powerful I could feel it on me, even with my back turned.

“How’s the pie look?” I asked, trying to concentrate on the recipe book in front of me, and resist glancing over at Edward’s gorgeous, hard, elongated… back, arched over the Cullen’s kitchen counter.
“Fine,” Edward purred, his bone-melting baritone suddenly at my ear. It gave me chills, the way he could appear out of nowhere beside me – protecting me, or hunting me. He placed the back of his cold, hard, transfixing hand against my cheek. “It’s getting hot.”

I felt an eruption of tiny fire butterflies in my stomach. Involuntarily, my voice quivered. “Yeah, you’re telling me.”

Edward laughed, ice breath against my neck. “I meant the oven.”

I shook my head, trying to shake the stray, dangerous thoughts from my mind. “Right, so did I.”

Edward slipped a hand around my waist, reaching past my arms to the recipe book in front of me. He delicately ran his fingers over the worn pages, my eyes entranced by his movement. “So, any cherry filling left over?”

I moved my hands back to the mixing bowl and spoon, the movement allowing my arm to trace over Edward’s tantalisingly undulating abdomen. The subtle touch lit my insides on fire – hotter than any damned oven. “A bit,” I murmured. “I was going to lick the bowl. It’s pretty gooey.”

Edward extended a long, slender, muscular, marble finger into the mixing bowl and scooped up a sliver of red cherry filling. He wafted the sweet jelly under my nose, before pressing his finger to my lips. Involuntarily, my tongue flicked out to lap the sweet juice from his icy skin. The touch sent shivers through me. I could feel my heart clenching up in my chest and my blood roaring through my veins. I drew in a shuddering breath to try and calm myself – I couldn’t let my heroine blood excite Edward.

His hand convulsed against my shoulder, and he let out a strangled groan, as if on the verge of… something really good. His diamond nails pressed into my skin and he pulled me hard against him. I could feel his steel muscles straining against the small of my back. “You smell…. So tempting,” he murmured. He moved his hand to my throat, his sticky cherry fingers tracing a red line on my ghostly pale skin.
Suddenly, the door to the Cullen mansion was wrenched from its hinges. Jacob stood, shirtless and panting, in the doorframe, his dark eyes glaring intently at Edward. “Step back, bloodsucker,” he snarled.

Edward raised his hands in mock surrender, still keeping his body pressed against mine. “Calm down pup,” Edward hissed. “This is my house you’re violating.”

There was a flurry of movement, and I felt myself wrenched away from Edward and pulled towards the door. Jacob’s steaming arms locked around my chest, pinning me against him. He growled at Edward, his breath hot against my ear, where Edward’s cold whispers had been moments before.

“I let you do that,” Edward said, eyeing Jacob carefully. “Bella wouldn’t want me to hurt you. But I will, if I have to.”

Jacob pulled me tighter into his chest, his hard sinewy forearms almost crushing my fragile mortal lungs. “What have you been doing to her?” he snarled. His breath was staggered and raw, layered with desperation. “I thought I saw…”

“We were baking a pie, Jacob,” I squeaked – I could barely move my chest to breath let alone speak. Jacob’s bare, muscular, olive abdomen was warm against my back, like a calming comforting old blanket. I could feel myself relaxing into his arms, accepting his easy, adoring, embrace. I tried to fight the irresistible urge to give in to him, and keep my eyes fixed on Edward.

Jacob sniffed the air, and then bent low, arching from the waist to bring his monstrous form down to earth. He lowered his roguish face to my neck, and carefully inspected the red smear of cherry pie. Suddenly, I felt his searing, soft tongue against my pale, fragile skin, as he licked the filling from beneath my chin. I felt myself quivering beneath his touch, unable to resist. “Ok,” he breathed, the musky, earthy scent of his voice filling my senses. “Tastes like a pie.”

“Yes,” Edward said slowly, his lilting voice tainted with subtle sarcasm. “So, could you please release her?”

Jacob clenched his burning, rough fingers around my shoulder possessively. “Into your frigid hands, bloodsucker?” He glared at Edward, his dark as midnight eyes gleaming dangerously. “Maybe I should kidnap her. Or is that more your style?”

Edward took a careful measured step towards Jacob, his entire rippled being struggling against the intense desire to rip Jacob limb from limb. The hatred in his marble skin was almost visible, like icy steam emanating from the anger deep within his soul. Jacob tensed behind me, searing sweat dripping from his surging muscles. I could feel the turbulence aching in his arms. Their hatred was so intense I thought it might consume them both. I could feel how close they were to tearing each other apart in a fit of tumultuous, insatiable passion. Passion for me.

My heart thumped against my chest, so loud I knew both of them would hear. The sound that drove them both to the verge of catatonics: my heart.

Suddenly, a shrill, high bell rent the air. The oven timer was chiming. “It’s … the pie.” I gasped.

Edward and Jacob both turned their entire, commanding, powerful, attentions to the oven. They fixed their alluring, dangerous eyes on the pie, as if it were a symbol of some cherished, unattainable desire. Jacob growled. Edward snarled. They both descended on the oven, and I tumbled with them. The pie was yanked from the oven and torn asunder beneath the powerful sinews of their hands. They charged at each other, and I was caught between them, sweet hot cherry pie tangling intrinsically with the vampire’s cold snarls and the werewolf’s haggard, burning breath.

And that’s when I fainted. Things were just getting too hot in the kitchen.