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Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story My Two Loves. I have a perverted mind, and if I had my way, Bella would be with both Jacob and Edward. If you are easily offended, I would suggest you stop reading right now. It has a M rating for a reason.

Bella awoke the next morning. She stretched languishly and thought about the delicious dream she'd had the night before. It had been about Edward. And Jacob. And SEX. Good Lord. She went to roll over and discovered she was not the only one in bed with her. How she could've not noticed being squished was beyond her. Plus, her muscles felt extremely sore. Like she'd been twisted into a pretzel.

"Morning beautiful," she heard a velvet whisper next to her left ear. She turned her head to see Edward smiling down at her. His head was propped up with his right hand. With his left, he reached over and stroked her nose with the tip of his pale, cool finger. She was speechless. Then she heard low snoring and twisted her head to see Jacob asleep on the other side of her. His head lolled over on her right shoulder, and he adjusted his position in his sleep, sighing lightly.

"Ed-Edward?" she stuttered, not completely believing what she was seeing.

"Yes?" he asked, still smiling his wonderful smile. His amber eyes caressed her brown ones, and she gulped.

"Is this real? Am I dreaming?" She asked. He was lying on top of the covers, dressed only in his boxers. She was under the covers, and she clutched the quilt next to her body. Jacob stirred next to her, and his foot brushed against her calf. He rolled facing her and snuggled closer, and she realized he was naked as something ELSE brushed against her hip. Electric sparks shot through her body, but she was still confused.

"Yes. It's real," Edward replied. He sensed her confusion, and his light mood shifted. A worried frown took the place of his smile and he asked, "Don't you remember last night?"

Her brow knitted in concentration and suddenly it all came rushing back. It had not been a dream. It had really happened. Even Emmett showing up and wanting to JOIN them! She flushed at that thought. Suddenly she felt very . . . whorish. Edward touched her cheek then and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Bella. Tell me what you're thinking. You know I can't read your mind."

That was certainly true. He could read everyone else's except hers. She bit her bottom lip and looked around the bedroom. She exhaled a sigh of relief. They were still at Edward's house. In one of the guestrooms that had a bed. She would have freaked if they had brought her back to her own bedroom, but then she remembered that Edward had told Charlie she was staying here overnight with Alice. That was after the fight between Edward and Jacob over her confession of loving them both. Her heart beat rapidly at that thought. She did. She did love them both. She still couldn't believe what had transpired last night, but obviously it had, or they all three would NOT be in the same bed together. That much she was certain.

"Emmett!" she suddenly proclaimed, eyes searching Edward's. He grimaced and said, "Don't worry. I told him four was a crowd." Bella threw her arm across her eyes and groaned. She didn't think she could face the burly vampire after what she knew he had witnessed. Suddenly she had the desire to escape the confines of the bed and go to the bathroom. Take a shower. Sort her thoughts. She struggled into a sitting position and the covers dropped from her shoulders, exposing her milky white breasts. Edward hissed, and she instinctively wrapped her arms across her chest. "I'm sorry, love," he murmured, "You're just so damn beautiful. You don't know how much you turn me on, and after last night, knowing we can be together . . ." His voice wavered. Bella lowered her head, her hair falling across her shoulders, creating a veil around her face. She peeked at him through the tendrils and whispered, "You don't think I'm a slut?"

"Good God, no!" Edward exclaimed, taking her face in his hand and turning her head so they were looking into each other's eyes. She bit her bottom lip as he continued, "I admit I was shocked at your proclamation, but I realize that I love you so much, I will do anything to make you happy and keep you near me. Even if it means putting up with wolf –--"

"Watch it," a low voice came from the other side of Bella, and they looked in Jacob's direction to see that he had awakened. He was propped up on his elbows and giving Edward a warning look. His face softened when he looked at Bella. Her heart skipped a beat when he brought his right hand around to touch her cheek.

"So, you two are REALLY OK with this?" she asked incredulously, still not quite believing what was going on. Jacob continued to stroke her cheek but glanced in Edward's direction. The truce they seemed to have formed last night was on shaky ground she knew. "I am, if Vamp is," Jake replied.

"Yes. WOLF. I'm OK," Edward answered in a menacing tone.

Bella rolled her eyes and in an angry voice said, "If this crazy situation IS going to work, then BOTH of you have GOT to stop calling each other names!" She threw herself from underneath the covers and crawled to the foot of the bed. She stepped lightly to the carpeted floor and turned to face both of them, not caring if she was stark naked. They were staring at her with horror filled eyes. "What? What are you two looking at?" she asked, throwing her arms in the air and taking a brief glance down the front of her body. That's when she saw them. Bruises. Everywhere. It seemed not one piece of skin was free from a bruise.

"Good God Bella," Jacob was the first to speak. Edward sat silent and slowly put his face in his hands. He had done that to her. He knew he would hurt her, and he had. "I'm sorry, Bella, so sorry," he said in a voice full of anguish. She rushed to his side and groaned slightly because her body was so sore. Even between her thighs ached. She put her arms around his cold shoulders and held his head between her breasts. "Oh, Edward, stop, you didn't hurt me. I'm fine," she tried to reassure him.

"Yeah, Edward," Jacob said then, "I'm sure my name is on some of those bruises as well."

Edward was drinking in the scent of her body, and he couldn't stand it. He wanted to take her right there. Hurt her even more. He was a monster. Of that he was sure. This arrangement would never work. But damnit, he couldn't give her up. He would just have to make sure Jacob was around anytime they had sex. Because next time, he could very well kill her. He knew Jacob was what kept him in control – at least partially in control – last night. He shuddered to think what would have happened if the wolf hadn't been there. Bella stroked his bronze hair and caressed his scalp. He wrapped his hands around her tiny waist and held her close but being extremely careful not to squeeze. He didn't want to hurt her anymore than he already had.

Jacob got out of bed, and Bella couldn't help blushing at his naked body. Even though they had been extremely intimate last night, she wasn't used to seeing him in this way. When he saw her staring at him, all the while still stroking Edward's hair, he gave her a wink and retrieved his sweats from the floor. He pulled them on and then said, "As much as I hate to leave, I have to. My dad will be wondering where I'm at. Sam may have said something to him about me not showing up with the pack last night."

He came around and gave Bella a warm kiss on the curve between her neck and shoulder. She shivered and her loins stirred. "You gonna be OK there Ed?" he asked the vampire who still had his face buried between Bella's breasts. Edward turned his head and replied, "Yes, I'll be fine."

"OK. Wouldn't want to have to take you on again," Jacob said in a teasing tone but there was a underlying seriousness that both Bella and Edward picked up on. "I'll see you guys later," and with that he was gone.

"Edward. Are you going to be OK?" Bella asked, looking down at her vampire lover. He looked up at her. "I don't know. I do know that I cannot lose control around you. So, that's why I'm willing to keep Jacob around. He will see to it that I don't."

"Well, let's see how you do with him not being around," she said mischievously, trying to lighten the mood.

"What are you saying?"

"Take a shower with me."

"Are you mad?" he cried, gently pushing her away, but keeping his hands on her waist.

"Not in the least. I'm quite sane actually," she replied, massaging his muscular forearms. Her eyes smoldered, and Edward groaned.

"Bella Swan. You truly WILL be the death of me!"

--Stay tune for Chapter Two!