The feel of his movement beneath me. My legs gripping his sides and my body arching in time with his. The sound of the bell signiling the best eight seconds of my life.
"And there you have it folks. The world champion defends the title again."
After a long day all I want is to hit the local bar, get buzzed and head out for the next city. My friends on the other hand have a completely different idea. They belive I need to get out more, see new people and find myself a guy. I am the only one of my group not happily matched. Even my parents have a happily ever after with my step-parents.
Gah, it does not bother me. What bothers me is not lonliness but rather not being able to ride. My friends seem unable to understand this. Don't get me wrong they are very good to me about everything, except for my lack of a partner. Hell, even the men of our group have started to get worried. Just because I am in my late twenties does not mean that I need to find someone to settle down with.
"Hurry up silly goose. The dance at the bar will be starting soon and you know that the winner always takes the first dance."
"I am coming Alice!"
God, that child, I swear she had no self control. I bet ten to one she will have a blind date waiting for me when I get there.
''''At the bar…
Gah, I hate these kinds. What with the honky tonk music and the women half dressed. I really don't understand why my sister had to drag me here. Ten to one she has set me up on a date.
Ah, there is the little pixie and her crew, but who is that hiding behind her?
"Edward! I didn't think you would show."
"I said I would. I always keep my word."
"Yes but I was planning on having to drag you here. Now, there is someone who I want you to meet. Edward this is my friend Bella, Bella this is my almost never around, older, brother Edward."
For once a girl who dressed appropriately. She was in dark Levi jeans that hugged her legs, a tank top with a rearing horse, tall boots, and cowboy hat. Her long, chocolate hair was hanging in natural curls down her back and her chocolate brown eyes were trained on me with a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
I found myself smirking at her and sticking my hand out for an introduction. When her hand clasped mine an electrical shock ran through me. Her hand was so soft even though you could feel the muscles running through her arms form her work. She obviously kept in shape from the way her clothes hugged her curves.
"Why don't we all sit down and order?"
"Perfect idea Jazz. Normal drink Bella?"
"Yes please."
Her voice was musical, like a lullaby, the sound made me want to start writing music again and almost immediately a partial tune had written itself.
"Hey Eddie you coming?"
"I told you not to call me Eddie, Emmett and yes I am coming."