Chapter Thirteen
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Renesmee’s P.O.V
I was so mad. I can’t believe Jacob did this to me. I thought I trusted Jacob, and because of this, I thought he was my best friend. Now, I will never see Mason again.
As I walked over to the window, I noticed someone approaching. Ignoring my parents calling my name, I rushed out of my bedroom and burst through the door to find Mason.
“Mason!” I yelled.
I ran into his arms and hugged him. Mason hugged me back. He said, “Hey, Renesmee.”
I heard footsteps echoing behind me, and I turned around and saw my dad. He had his arms crossed and was scowling. “Mason, can I talk to you inside?” he asked.
Mason looked at my dad. He said, “Sure.”
Mason gave me a quick once-over before strolling past me and disappearing inside with my dad. I followed behind as they walked into the living room and sat down. Dad looked up at me, his eyes filled with seriousness. He asked. “Hum Renesmee, can you go into your bedroom as I speak to Mason alone?”
“Hum, sure,”
I walked to my bedroom but then stopped and leaned against the hall. I listened to their voices on the other side of the wall.
“So Mason, I want to talk about last night’s date,” Dad mentioned.
“What about it?”
“Where did you take Renesmee out?”
“To a Christmas party.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, we did.”
“Wouldn’t you bring a gift if you did?”
“Well...”
“Well, why are you lying to me? I already know you lied about the party.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Yes, you are.”
“How do you know?”
“Because my daughter told us.”
“Then, if you know where we go?”
“You went to an actual party.”
Mason examined his hands. He knows they won. I regret telling them. “Okay, I took her to a party,” he admitted.
“Where else did you take her?” Dad inquired.
“I took her to get ice cream, then took her home.”
“Oh.”
“Well, are you done?”
“No, I heard you kissed her.”
“Yeah, so.”
“On her first date?”
“Yeah, people kiss on their first date.”
“Well, in this house, I don’t want Renesmee kissing anyone on her first date.”
What! It’s unfair because I should have the freedom to kiss a guy whenever I desire. I entered the living room from behind the wall. “That’s so unfair, dad. I never agreed on that,” I said.
“First, you should have been in your bedroom instead of eavesdropping. Second, you live under this roof and follow my rules!” Dad yelled.
“Well, I don’t want to follow this stupid rule.”
“If you don’t, you shouldn’t live under this roof.”
“If you feel that way, then I shouldn’t.”
I rushed out of the living room and into my bedroom. I grabbed a bag and put my clothes inside it. After that, I gathered everything else I needed and left my bedroom. I took Mason’s hand and said, “Let’s go, Mason. We’re leaving.”
Mason looked at me with wide eyes. “What?” he asked, surprised.
“We’re leaving and never coming back,” I responded, echoing through the empty hallway. I looked at my dad sitting in the living room and spoke again. “Dad, if mom asks, I’m not living here anymore.”
We then headed out the door.
“Where’s your car?” I asked.
“It’s not here. I walked.” Mason responded.
“Oh, so we have to walk to your place.”
“My place?”
“I thought you said...”
“Oh my bad, it’s mine and my mother’s.”
“Oh, okay. Let’s go.”
“Wait, you don’t even know where you’re going.”
With Mason’s hand in mine, we dashed through the forest, our footsteps sounding. We stopped when we got to his house, and I looked up to see a charming, Victorian-style façade.
“This is your home?” I asked.
“Yeah, do you like it?” Mason asked.
“Yeah, it looks cozy.”
“Well, let’s go in then.”
As we neared the door, Mason held it open. Inside, a cozy living room greeted us. A TV, couch, fireplace, and dining table filled the space. I turned to Mason, smiling. “It’s cozier than I thought,” I remarked.
Mason chuckled, his laughter filling the room. “It’s a small cabin,” he commented.
Scarlett walked in, and her eyes widened in surprise. She said, “Oh, hey, Renesmee! I didn’t know you were here. I could have made something.”
“No, it’s okay. I’m not hungry.”
“Are you sure? I can do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, I’ll take anything you cook.”
“Okay, I’ll get right on it, and Mason, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure,”
Scarlett entered the kitchen. Mason turned and told me, “Why don’t you go to my bedroom? I’ll join you there.”
“Okay, where’s your bedroom?”
“Down the hall on the left.”
“Okay, thanks.”
I walked to Mason’s bedroom, and as I set my bag down, I noticed nothing was on the walls. He needed to decorate his bedroom.
Mason’s P.O.V
I walked to the kitchen and heard dishes clinking. My mom was there. I asked, “What, Mom?”
“What is she doing with a bag?”
“She’s sleeping over here, and she moved out of her parents’ house because she got into a fight with her father.”
“Do you think they’ll look for her?”
“Yeah, but her father told her that if she didn’t follow the rules under his roof, she might move out, and she did.”
“Oh, so she’s staying here for now.”
“Yeah.”
“That makes things easier.”
“What do you mean?”
“You should ask Renesmee to go to Tuscany, Italy, with us now.”
“Now, I met her. I want to know her better before we give her away.”
“We had a plan.”
I sighed and said, “Fine, I’ll ask Renesmee.”
“Great, tell her we are leaving tomorrow.” Mom said.
“Okay.”
I left the noisy kitchen and went to my bedroom. I walked into my bedroom and saw Renesmee on the bed, smiling. Renesmee asked me, “Why are your walls empty?”
“I never planned on decorating it.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, but I have something else to tell you.”
“What?”
“Will you do something with me?”
“Do what?”
I asked, “Do you want to visit Italy with me for a few days?”
“Sure, I’ve never been to Italy, but sure,” Renesmee responded.
“Okay, great, we are going tomorrow.”
“Oh, why tomorrow?”
“Well, why not tomorrow? It doesn’t matter what day we go, you know?”
“True.”
The silence in my bedroom was so intense that it made Renesmee uneasy. She touched my leg, causing me to tense up. What was she doing to me? She then moved her hand up my thigh. Was she trying to coerce me into taking her?
Our legs touched as Renesmee scooted closer to me, tingling my spine. As she leaned closer, the anticipation of our lips meeting grew. I moved closer to her, and our lips touched.
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Renesmee’s P.O.V
I desired to experience the thrilling feeling of being alive and share it with Mason. I wanted to touch him and brushed my fingers against his leg. Did he feel something, also? I smiled and moved my hand up his thigh as our legs touched each other. I leaned in, and our lips were inches from each other. He leaned in, and our lips met. The kiss was soft but not as appealing as when I kissed Jacob. Wait, I needed to stop comparing him to Jacob. I needed to push him to the back of my head, so I wrapped my arms around Mason’s neck and deepened the kiss. His tongue asked for entrance, and I let him.
With a sudden movement, Mason flipped me over, leaving me sprawled on my back. He broke the kiss and started kissing my neck. I grew into this pleasurable feeling, unfamiliar and intense, causing me to let out a moan. He kissed my neck, causing shivers down my spine and finding my sensitive spot, making me moan again.
This new feeling ignited a craving, and I yearned for more. I felt wet where my core was and didn’t know why. I closed my legs tight, squirming a little. What was wrong with me?
Mason moved back and gazed at me with concern. He asked, “Are you okay?”
I blushed, averting my eyes. “Yeah, I’m soaked,” I admitted.
Mason took a moment to grasp my words. Then, a mischievous smirk appeared on his face. He asked, “Are you horny?”
I looked at my hands. “Yeah, you could say that,” I said, feeling embarrassed.
Mason laughed, and I looked at him with curiosity. I asked, “What?”
“Nothing. Lay back down.”
I followed his instructions, and when I lay down, Mason reached for the waistband of my jeans with his hands. He then looked at me for a sign of approval or disapproval.
Looking at Mason, I furrowed my eyebrows, curious. “Why remove my pants?” I inquired.
“To pleasure you, of course.”
A sense of bewilderment enveloped me, leaving me feeling lost. I looked at Mason. He glanced back at me, surprised. He said, “Wait, you haven’t done s****l things before?”
I shook my head. He nodded and said, “Alright, trust me. You’ll enjoy it.”
I nodded. Mason unzipped my jeans and pulled them down my legs, revealing me in my white lace underwear. He looked at my body with desire. He said, “You look beautiful.”
I blushed.
Mason placed his hands on the tip of my underwear and looked at me for approval, and I nodded. He then slipped them off my legs. Mason then moved my legs apart and pushed his face between my legs. I gasped in pleasure as he began to tease and caress my most sensitive spot. My head fell back, and I let out a moan of pure delight. He continued to touch my most sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I had never experienced this sensation before, leaving me craving more. I grabbed his face, pulled him away from my core, pulled his face toward me, and kissed him, and he kissed me back.
We shared a passionate kiss. I reached for Mason's shirt. Mason paused, curious, asking, “What are you doing?”
As I unbuttoned his shirt, I responded, “I want you. What do you think I’m doing?”
“Sorry, Renesmee, we can’t,” Mason responded.
“Why not?”
“One, you haven’t had your first time yet, and two, we met a couple of days ago.”
“So, I like you, and besides, I’m horny, and I need you.”
Mason laughed in the bedroom. He found my frustration funny. He then smirked and asked, “Do you like me?”
“Yes, now kiss me, dammit,” I responded.
Mason laughed at me again and kissed me with passion. I kissed him back, flipping him over so that I straddled him, and removed his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. His tanned abs caught my attention, and I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss them. I pushed him onto the bed and kissed his chest and then his abs. His muscles tightened, and I smiled as I moved down to the hem of his pants and undid the buttons of his pants. I pulled them off of him, leaving him in his boxers. I moved back on top of him and kissed his lips again.
As we kissed, he flipped me over. Mason then kissed my neck and collarbone. He pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside. Mason locked the door before returning to bed. He climbed over me and whispered, “I don’t want interruptions.”
We made love all night.
Jacob’s P.O.V
I headed back to their home to apologize to Renesmee. I regretted everything I said. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I felt terrible for yelling out at her parents and getting her in trouble for kissing Mason.
I arrived and knocked on the door. Edward answered the door and said, “Hey, Jacob.”
“Hey, do you know where Renesmee is? I need to talk to her.”
“She’s not in.”
“Then when is she getting back?”
“I mean, she is not here. She left with Mason to his place to stay.”
“To stay?”
“Yeah, we argued because she couldn’t kiss on her first date. She got mad and left with her clothes.”
I chuckled and said, “That rule is dumb.”
“No, it isn’t. Renesmee’s too young to be in that kind of relationship,” Edward said.
“Whatever. So, where do you think Mason lives?”
“I don’t know, but I hope she’s safe.”
“Me too.”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“I guess.”
“Can you go look for her?”
“Sure, but not tonight. I have to patrol with my pack tonight. I’ll go look for Renesmee tomorrow.”
“Okay, and thanks, Jacob.”
I nodded and said, “Well, I have to go. Goodbye.”
I headed toward the door, opened it, and closed it on the way out.
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