"Baby."

I sighed when I felt her soft fingers gripping my shoulder and shaking me gently. "Wake up, baby," she sighed.

I rubbed my hands over my face and opened one eye slowly. "Too early."

"Oh come on, Paul. I couldn't wait to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday."

A huge smile spread across my face as I finally drank in the sight of my beautiful imprint. Rachel was sitting on the bed beside me with one knee bent, while the other leg dangled over the side. She wore a baby blue shorty robe with the belt cinched loosely at the waist. Her hair was a sexy mess, like after sex. I scooted up the bed a little, resting back on a mound of pillows.

"I made you breakfast," she announced happily.

I nodded and hummed, pulling her on top of me. "Yeah, I'm really hungry," I murmured as I peeked down the front of her robe.

She yanked on her robe with one hand and balanced a plate of food with the other. "I have food for you," she reminded me.

I glanced at what she had made me and smiled. "I'm hungry for something else," I growled lowly.

I openly stared at her full breasts as her robe had somehow fallen open. As I leaned forward to lick her sweet skin, she brought the plate between us and scowled. "I know you're not turning down my very special birthday breakfast in bed for sex," she huffed.

I scoffed. "Did you just meet me? The only thing I love more than food is you."

Her expression softened and she smiled. "Paul! You are so sweet..."

I placed my hand to the side of her face, allowing my thumb to press down on her lips. "That's a secret! Keep your voice down," I urged playfully.

I brushed my thumb over her mouth, loving the way her eyes drifted closed from the slightest contact. She sucked in a slow, deep breath when I gently pulled on her lower lip. I trailed my thumb over her chin, down her throat and when I couldn't go any further with that plate in our way, I tried to move it.

Her eyes snapped open and she sighed. "You should eat this before it gets cold."

"Oh don't worry...I'm gonna eat it," I breathed, gazing at her hungrily.

She rolled her eyes playfully and grinned. "The food," she reminded. "Not me."

I watched as she picked up a piece of toast from the plate and held it to my mouth. I took a generous bite, wincing when a blob of butter and strawberry jam slid down my chin and landed on my chest with a plop. I didn't have time to react before Rachel leaned over to set the plate on the nightstand before returning her attention to me. She leaned in quickly, her tongue peeking out to taste the jam on my chin.

I slid my hands up her thighs as her mouth cleaned all of the remaining sweet substance from my face and lips. I curled my hands around her hips and squeezed tightly when her hand gripped my hair and forced my head to fall back. I felt her tongue trailing down my throat and coming to land in the deep groove between my pectoral muscles. Her delicate fingers now dipped into the grooves created by my collarbone.

I groaned when my hands found Rachel naked under her shorty robe. "Fuck," I hissed. "I missed you cooking with no panties on?"

She chuckled as her tongue flicked around my nipple and her teeth lightly grazed it. "I didn't want to wake you up."

"I'm up now," I teased, lifting my hips slightly.

She whimpered quietly as she lifted her head and gazed down at my lap. I held my breath when she scooted down my legs and peeled the sheet back, revealing my cock standing at full attention. Her gaze flicked between me and my erection that now twitched in anticipation. I watched her eyes as I wrapped my fingers around my aching hardness, giving it a slight tug before her lips descended upon me.

My head dropped back against the headboard when her warm, wet mouth enveloped me. She replaced my fingers with hers, stroking me as she sucked, pausing only to swirl her tongue around the tip.

I lifted my head to look down at her, loving the way she shivered under my gaze. I slid my hands under her arms and yanked her up quickly, causing her to gasp. I opened my legs and positioned my length underneath her waiting warmth. "Oh," she murmured when she sank down, taking me fully inside her.

Her fingers snaked up my arms and behind my head. "Happy birthday, my no longer jailbait boy," she moaned before her lips captured mine.

A very happy birthday indeed.

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"You're leaving already?" I pouted as I came out of the kitchen and found Rachel shrugging on her coat.

"Yeah...and you should go get a shower, baby. Your chest is still kinda sticky."

I lifted my hand to my chest and rubbed lightly. "Eww."

Rachel chuckled as she stepped closer to me. "And don't even think about ditching school today. I've got a surprise for you later," she gushed excitedly.

"Better than my breakfast in bed...that turned into hot sex in bed?" I mused.

She shrugged as she reached for the back of my head and raked her nails over my scalp. "I don't know if it's better...but I think you'll like it."

I smiled uncontrollably and gathered her in my arms. "If it's from you, then I know I'll love it."

Rachel slid her hands around my waist and squeezed me. I held her tightly in my arms and lifted her off the floor. "I love you so much," I murmured into her ear before placing her back on her own two feet.

She pulled her head back a little, still not letting me go. "You are being so sweet today," she sighed.

I rolled my eyes and nodded slowly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I think my advanced age has softened me up a little," I teased.

"Oh yeah? You're so old. 18 years is practically a senior citizen, Paul," she laughed.

"True...but I'll always be younger than you," I retorted. "And in a few years, I'll stop aging altogether."

Rachel's face was etched with worry and I cringed when I realized that I hadn't told her this before. "So I'll just keep getting older and you'll be young and beautiful like you are now?"

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"Paul..." she whined. "Tell me the truth...please."

"We don't age past 25, until we decide not to phase anymore."

"Why would you decide to do that?" she sighed softly.

I smoothed my hands over her hair and smiled down at her. "Because I wanna grow old with you, Rachel. What's the point of living forever if I don't have my girl by my side?"

Rachel tipped her head to the side and whimpered. "You're killing me, Paul," she sighed. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard."

I tipped her head back and angled my mouth over hers. "Shh...don't tell anyone," I murmured softly before capturing her lips with mine.

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I filed into Mr. West's class behind all the other students, thankful that I wasn't showing up late to class for once. I scanned the room for my girl, smiling when I saw her leaning against the teacher's desk, her back to me, that glorious ass of hers literally poured into a pair of light blue jeggings and pointing in my direction as she lowered herself onto her elbows as her and Mr. West were deep in conversation.

Mr. West...the fucker.

Everyday was just a front row seat to the gropefest on his part. I noticed every time he touched her back, brushed her arm, leaned in to whisper in her ear. It all made me nuts. I knew Rachel didn't want me to say anything to him, but what really pissed me off was, she wouldn't say anything either.

We had already fought about it several times in the past five days. I felt it was sexual harassment and Rachel thought it was totally innocent. I truly believed she wouldn't stand up to him because his opinion of her teaching performance would have a heavy influence on how her final grade would turn out. She denied it of course, but I knew better.

I was totally dazed and must've been walking slow when someone bumped me and I nearly plowed Rachel down. I recovered by snaking my arm around her waist with one hand and dropping my books with the other. I held her close to me, feeling her tense up under Mr. West's scrutiny.

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled into her hair. I locked eyes with my teacher and I tossed him a carefree look. "Someone shoved me," I explained as he continued to scowl at me.

I kept myself pressed up against her body, enjoying the few moments of pleasure I got from seeing that pissed off look in his eyes. This fucker was seriously mean mugging me for touching my girl. You would have thought that he was her boyfriend, not me.

I backed off slightly, still not removing my arm from her waist. Rachel turned to face me, so I lifted my other hand to her chin and rubbed it softly between my forefinger and thumb. "Are you okay?"

She nodded quickly, her eyes full of fear...and maybe desire? Rachel pulled my fingers down from her chin and sighed, "It's fine, Paul. I know it was an accident."

"You're lucky my student teacher is so forgiving, Mr. Lahote." Mr. West's annoying voice shook us out of our loving daze.

"She's not yours," I muttered under my breath as I knelt down to retrieve my books from the floor.

Rachel joined me on the floor, shooting me a look that begged me to drop this argument with him. She handed me my last book and I let my fingers brush hers during the exchange. "I really am sorry," I whispered. My apology was meant to cover running into her...and anything else I was about to say.

"I think it's time you found your seat, Mr. Lahote."

We both stood and I paused to rub Rachel's lower back softly. She gave me a small smile and I retreated to my normal spot next to Jared and Kim. I tensed up when I heard Mr. West address me again.

"And it would be great if you could keep your hands off Miss Black from now on. I think she would rather not be pawed by the students," he added with a sarcastic snap.

"Oh fuck," Jared mumbled when he saw the look on my face. "Just walk away, Paul. He isn't worth it," Jared stressed as he reached for my wrist and missed.

I slammed my books down on the table and swung around to face that self-righteous prick. "If there's anyone she doesn't want to be pawed by, I'd say it's you, Mr. West."

Rachel sighed deeply and I noticed her face fall. "What did you say to me?" he seethed.

I approached him swiftly as he shifted out from around his desk. "I know you heard me. Keep your hands off of her," I growled lowly, trying to keep from being heard by anyone other than Jared.

"Who do you think you are?" he mused in the most cocky manner. "Do you actually think I'm gonna let that level of disrespect slide in my classroom?"

I puffed out my chest and squared up to him, noticing he only had about an inch of height over me. "I really don't give a shit what you do, but you're never gonna lay hands on her again. Do you hear me?"

"Paul, don't," Rachel begged quietly as she stepped between us and reached for my hand as I had already began balling up my fist in a true boxer's fashion.

Her smaller body pressed against mine as she tried to distract me and keep me from advancing on the bastard. "Maybe you'd like to spend the rest of the hour in Principal Gordon's office? You could explain to her how you wasted our class time with your baseless accusations."

I scoffed and returned to the table to get my books. Jared stood and shook his head. "Just don't hit him," Jared advised quietly.

"Sure...I can go see the Principal," I began as I worked my way up to the front of the class. "I can explain to her that for the last five days, I've watched you touch Rachel in ways that are inappropriate between a student teacher and her advisor. I'm a witness and I'm sure that there are others in here who could help me build a case against you for sexual harassment."

"Paul!" Rachel gasped.

I shot her a sorrowful look before continuing. "So what'll it be, Teach?"

He clenched his jaw tightly and he growled a bit. "Go take your seat," he finally conceded after a lengthy stare down.

I backed away, feeling victorious until I saw the tears in my imprint's eyes. Fuck.

I returned to my seat to sulk as I heard Rachel making excuses for me, just quietly enough to be heard by only Jared and I.

"That kid really has a thing for you. He's almost...territorial about you. What's the deal with that?"

Rachel chuckled nervously. "That's not the case at all," she stammered. "He's just..." Rachel glanced back at me and my head screamed, my fiancé! But to my dismay, she actually said, "He's practically family. He's friends with my brother and they're all super protective of me. He didn't really mean anything by it."

Yes the fuck I did.

Mr. West nodded slowly and glanced my way. I narrowed my gaze at him and silently let him know I was watching him. Back off, you fuck.

Mr. West addressed the class. "So I guess if it's okay with Mr. Lahote, we can start our class now." He paused to raise his eyebrows at me and I nodded in response. "Well good," he continued. "Because we only have one week until our big test and I hope you know I won't be making it easy...for any of you."

The class groaned and some even turned to glare at me. But none of that mattered because all I could see was Rachel. Her face was red and she was on the verge of tears.

And it was all my fault.

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The rest of the morning went shitty as well. Rachel wouldn't even look at me. No one even remembered it was my birthday and I was tempted to ditch the rest of the day. I walked into the lunchroom with my head down, hoping not to bring any more unwanted to myself. As I drew closer to our usual lunch table, I found a bigger than usual crowd all watching me expectantly.

"What's going on?" I asked hesitantly as the table came into view.

Kim smiled widely and exclaimed, "Surprise!" while waving her hand over a box on the table. I looked down to find more than two dozen cupcakes, all iced together to represent one cake. It was inscribed, Happy birthday, Jailbait! with Jailbait being crossed out. I laughed and looked around at the faces of my friends.

They sang to me and Jared said to make a wish even though there was no candle. I closed my eyes and thought about what I wanted, the only thing I had really wished for the past year and a half. Now I wished to find my girl and not have her hate me. I opened my eyes and they cheered. "Where is she?" I whispered to Kim as she began passing out the cupcakes.

Kim looked up at me and smiled softly. She handed me a plate with two cupcakes and nodded toward the lunchroom door, where Rachel was watching me. "Go get her," she encouraged.

As soon as Rachel saw me, the big smile on her face fell away and was replaced by a scowl. She retreated from me and I had to jog to catch up to her. "Peace offering," I said softly as I walked next to her with the cupcakes.

"I'm good," she retorted quickly, not bothering to look my way.

I pulled on her arm and backed her against a set of lockers. "Thank you for my surprise."

She sighed loudly and finally gazed up at me. "Thanks for embarrassing me in front of Mr. West."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and furrowed my brow. "I couldn't help myself. I know I shouldn't have said anything, but there's only so much a guy can take, you know?"

"I'll see you back at home later," she huffed before slipping away from me and disappearing down the hall.

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On top of everything else, I totally forgot I had patrol after school. I had been out a couple of hours when Jacob phased in and told me he'd cover the rest of the shift.

"I suppose you're mad at me too?" I asked him through the mind link.

"No. You stuck up for my sister, but..."

"But what?"

"You embarrassed her and I don't like that."

"I know, man. I'm constantly screwing up."

"And she constantly forgives you...for some reason."

"Hey," I scoffed. "She loves me."

Jacob chuckled and agreed. "Then quit talking to me and go apologize, asshole."

"Thanks, Jake. You're a good friend."

"I'm your brother now. None of this 'friends' business."

Now I chuckled. "Well then thank you, brother."

"Just go!" he laughed.

And I did.

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By the time I trudged home, it was dark outside. I carried my backpack and school clothes inside, not even bothering to get dressed first. I headed straight for the shower, staying in an extra long time to let the hot water soothe my tense muscles. Being an asshole is so stressful.

By the time I got out and began looking around for Rachel, I noticed the whole house was dark except for the kitchen light. I creeped through the living room with a towel wrapped around my lower half, hair still dripping wet, and bare feet padding on the hardwood floor.

"What the..." I gasped as the lights flicked on and I was met with the faces of my friends and family.

"Surprise?" Jared muttered hesitantly as he stuffed some chips in his mouth.

"Well shit," I sighed when Rachel walked out of the kitchen with a tray of appetizers and she placed it on the coffee table before crossing the room to meet me. "I'm sorry," I blurted before she had a chance to say anything to me.

Rachel suppressed a chuckle when she saw my state of dress. "I can't believe we surprised you. You didn't hear us?"

"Or smell Jared?" Kim quipped as she fell back into Jared's lap.

I shrugged and tightened my towel a little tighter around my waist. "I was more worried about how mad you were. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Just go get dressed," she urged, shoving me playfully.

I pulled on her wrist and whispered, "Come help me pick out some clothes."

She sighed but agreed and followed me back to our room. "Play some music, Jared!" I called as we disappeared down the hall.

"I don't see why you can't pick out your own..." Rachel began until I pulled her into our room and yanked her close to me.

"I'm an idiot."

"Obviously," she smirked.

"I don't deserve you."

She cocked her head adorably. "I don't know about that."

"You're too good for me."

"Wrong," she argued, trailing her finger down my chest, coming to rest on my towel, still securely wrapped around my waist. "You just don't think first. But I know your heart is in the right place."

I slipped my hands around her back, pulling her closer and loving how her breath hitched when I did. "At least I didn't hit him."

She hummed. "That's true." She glanced down between us, obviously noting the tent forming under my towel. "I know how you could make it up to me."

I nodded and watched as Rachel jerked the towel from my body and admired my naked body. "What do you want me to do, baby?" I murmured, my voice heavy with desire.

She looked up at me and smiled brightly. When she licked her lips and leaned in close, I let my eyes fall closed and waited for her kiss. "Go back out there...just like this."

My eyes snapped open and I stared at her incredulously. "But my dick is hard!"

I could hear Jared and Embry laughing from the other room and I growled. Rachel just stepped back and shrugged. "Sounds like a personal problem to me. You embarrassed me today. This would make us even."

I sighed dramatically. "Fine...I'd do anything for my girl."

I yanked the door open and groaned as I made my way down the hall. Rachel jumped in front of me as I neared the living room and came into everyone's view. She faced me, barely able to control her shock. "I never thought you'd really do it," she gasped.

I held her close to me and backed up down the hall. She collapsed on the bed in a fit of laughter once we stepped inside our room. I stood over her, shaking my head. "Are there any other tests I need to pass to earn your forgiveness?"

She propped herself up on her elbows and sighed. "I forgave you before you came home. This was just for fun."

My mouth gaped open as I stared down at her. Rachel reached for my still rock hard cock and tugged lightly. "Come here, birthday boy."

"Yes, Miss Black," I smirked as I lowered my body onto hers.

Happy birthday to me.

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A/N: can I just say how jazzed I am that this story is so well loved? Thanks for reading and I hope you continue to enjoy it!