DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT SERIES. ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYERS.

ROTTEN LUCK
Emmett POV

"Are you sure about this?" I asked once again before we got to the point of no return.

"Don't you dare change your mind now," she hissed. I faltered under her piercing stare. Despite the alarm ringing off in my head, I couldn't help but feel excited. After living for so long I couldn't remember the last time I actually did anything that could land me in trouble. Death at the hands of the Volturi didn't count, what's death to me? I've lived a long life, death would be nothing to me. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Leah Clearwater scorned is something I dread. As far as I'm concerned Sam got it easy because Emily is after all Leah's cousin. But what about me? What buffer do I have against her once she found out about this little scheme?

"Edward will find out, you know. If Alice hadn't seen what's going to happen and stop us first," I tried to reason with her.

"Edward's busy keeping an eye on Jacob and Alice won't be able to see this. Wolves and Alice's visions don't mix remember. Now just go and do it already." Rosalie was getting impatient.

"Baby, I don't think I can do this," I hesitated. This was beginning to look like a bad idea to me. At home, planning this whole thing it had made perfect sense. It was impersonal. But now with the cottage right in front of my eyes the whole thing seemed more real somehow.

"Emmett, do this for me," she switched tactics when she realised that intimidation was not working on me. She ran her hands down my chest. Her eyes locking on mine. Shit!

I pried her hands off me and tried to keep my wits with me. "Rose, baby, you know I'd do anything for you, right? But this is just not right. We have to back off now."

"We're really doing her a favour, you know. She must be so lonely with Seth hanging out with the boys from the other pack and Jacob busy with Nessie. Don't you see Emmett, she needs this," Rosaline coaxed. She moved closer to me. Her hands snaking up on my shoulders. "It would benefit all of us." She pressed her body onto mine. Her hands moving to my back making slow strokes and she grind against me. "This is so deliciously wicked, it's turning me on," she purred into my ear. She nipped at my earlobe and started raining kisses on my jaw and my neck. Next thing I knew she had my buttons undone and was making her way down, trailing kisses down my torso. I was getting hard and losing my mind fast. She stopped and looked up at me as she stroked me through my pants. I moaned. Damn, that felt good.

I quickly undid my pants and pulled down my boxers. She gave me that little smile of hers and took my cock in her hand. She started stroking slowly up and down the length and then with her other hand she rubbed her thumb on the head spreading my pre-cum. "Faster, baby," I encouraged her. I wrapped my hand around hers and moved it up and down faster. Then suddenly she stopped.

I was about to pull her back onto my cock when she put her lips on mine and kissed me. Pulling back she said,"Now get in there and get her." I was at loss for words. "She's all alone. Her body hot and tight. Just imagine how good that mouth of hers would feel like. Hot and wet," she whispered. I knew there was a catch. Rose never had deigned to give me a blow job, ever.

There I was with a hard on and faced with a difficult decision. I knew if I didn't go ahead with the plan Rosalie won't finish what she started. It was either I jack off or let Leah take care of it. I pulled my boxers and pants up and made my way to the cottage.

Rosalie had a satisfied smirk on her face. Damn it. She definitely had me there. I knocked on the door and waited for Leah to answer. Rosalie went around the cottage, probably trying to find an open window. Women are dangerous creatures. And they know what they want and they get it. I sighed feeling resigned to the doom ahead.

The door opened, revealing a sleepy Leah clad in a large t-shirt that went just above her knees and no pants. She sure got nice legs. Maybe it's all the running she does being a wolf. "What do you want?" Leah asked rubbing her eyes. Her sleepy voice sounded so sexy while her mussed up hair and oversized t-shirt made her look like a cute little girl. I couldn't remember why this was a bad idea. "Is something wrong?" she was beginning to get alarmed at my silence.

"No, nothing is wrong," I finally answered. Those legs of hers are downright distracting. I had to force myself to take my eyes off them. But this only made me notice her lips. Just imagine how good that mouth of hers would feel like. Hot and wet. Rosalie's words ringing in my head.

"Then don't come knocking on my door," she huffed and pushed at me. That was my undoing. Feeling the heat from her hand, I was set into action. I got in before she could close the door. "What the- "

I slammed the door shut and covered her lips with mine and pressed her body onto mine. She opened her mouth to say something but I took the opportunity and deepen the kiss. It had been too long since I last tasted a warm mouth. And this wolf in my arms was beyond warm. She was hot. The sensation was so overwhelming and I was getting light headed. I stopped the kiss and lifted her up to get her on the couch. She was gasping for breath. I had forgotten that she was human and needed to breathe.

I lay her down on the couch and proceed to slip my hands under her t-shirt. I found to my delight that she wasn't wearing any bra. I gave her breasts a squeeze. She hissed and tried to get up. I pushed her back down onto the couch and kissed her again. I pulled her up against me with one of my hand and tugged at her nipple with the other. She moaned into my mouth and put her legs around me, her hands making their way on my back and pulling me closer. She was grinding her hips against my erection. It felt so painfully good. She pulled back and looked me in the eye as she slipped her hands down into my pants.

"Oh, God," I moaned. Her hot grip felt better than Rosalie's cold hand. She was surprisingly gentle. She smiled at me shyly and took her hand out of my pants. Not again! Why is this happening to me? I was thinking of ways to coax her into giving me a blowjob when she nudged me back and I complied by sitting upright on the sofa. She straddled me and gave me a lingering kiss while her hands were busy tugging on my zipper. She slid down, pulling my pants and drawers off. Her eyes widen at the sight of my cock. I felt ridiculously flattered.

"You're big," she gulped, looking a tad frantic. Oh, oh! My size obviously intimidated her. I reached out and lift her chin, capturing her gaze and keeping the eye contact as I pulled her closer until she straddled me. She hadn't been wearing anything but the t-shirt so I was tortured by the marvel of her wet pussy.

I tried to get my mind of her pussy to avoid spilling my seed before we even got anywhere. I lifted her t-shirt and licked her nipple while squeezing her other breast. She seemed to enjoy that a lot. I stopped licking the nipple and pulled her t-shirt off. Then I gave the nipple a pinch and suckle it. This elicited a whimper and a moan from her. However I wasn't thinking straight or I would have thought of the possibility of her rubbing her pussy against me. Damn, that felt good against my cock. Aware that I stopped sucking her breast she pulled me onto the other one, lifting it up to offer to me.

She was making this hard on me this little one. Naked in my arms she looked so delicate, so fragile. I felt compelled to handle her gently while her responsive body egged me on making me wish I could just my cock into her ass without much ado. But everytime I see those eyes of hers and felt her gentle and almost hesitant touched I was determined to make this good for her. Yes, I owe her that much at least. Now all I had to do is exercise more control over my body.

"Emmett," she called out my name, her eyes questioning. I realised that she was still holding out her breast to me. She was blushing but still grinding her body onto mine. I grinned at that and took the breast she offered. I squeezed, pinched and suckled it, enjoying the gasps and moans escaping from her lips. She let out a distressed moan when I finally took my hands and mouth off her breasts.

I kissed my way down to her thighs and finally licking her wet pussy. Hissed and shuddered at the contact. My cold tongue was probably a shock to her body. She got used to the cold eventually. I inserted a finger into her pussy, pushing in and pulling out creating friction which had her moving her hips up and down, grinding her pussy against my hand. I added another finger and pumped faster. I could feel her walls tightening on me. Her hips were moving faster and ramming herself harder on my hand. She was getting close to her sweet release.

"Leah!" Seth was pounding on the door. I froze. Shit! Talk about bad timing.

A/N: Poor Emmett. Why is Seth at the door? Where is Rosalie? Read on to find out.

Reviews are welcomed. Any criticism will be noted, this is my first story and my writing skills need a lot of work.