Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight characters. I own the plot.

Emmett/Bella Rated: M

Nomad Love Outtake – What if Emmett would have stayed in Mississippi with Bella?

The sun was just kissing the horizon, casting an orange and yellow glow through the trees when Emmett arrived home. When he walked into the front room of the old farmhouse, he heard muffled sounds of water running upstairs in the bathroom. He smiled to himself, remembering why he purchased this property in the first place.

The reason he bought the white two-story with a wraparound porch was because he loved the smile that played on Bella's face when she saw the claw foot tub for the very first time. Out of all the features in the house, the tub was her favorite. The farmhouse was his gift to her when they married, surprising her on their wedding night.

Emmett worked hard running cattle, fixing fence, and managing a farm. He loved working for old man Calvert, but he looked forward to the end of his work day the most. Knowing what was waiting for him when he returned home made him work that much harder to get his chores done. Kicking off his work boots signified that his work day was done.

On the evenings Emmett worked late on the farm down the road, he knew where to find his wife. Bubble baths were her favorite way to relax and unwind. He understood and loved the fact that Bella looked forward to her little slice of heaven each night because his piece of heaven was watching her in that tub. The running water heard overhead was his clue to come on upstairs.

His footsteps were deliberate as he strode toward the stairs leading to his girl. Emmett peeled his shirt off as he took the steps two at a time, and he had the first two buttons of his jeans already unfastened when he made it to the doorway of the bathroom.

"Hey sugar," Bella purred, giving Emmett a demure smile when he came into view. Bella's southern accent captured Emmett's attention the day he hopped off that eighteen-wheeler looking for a job. She was beautiful inside and out, still making his heart pound even after two years.

"Damn." He paused. "You are a sight for sore eyes," Emmett said, leaning his tired but aroused body against the door frame, taking in the beautiful sight of his wife lying in the fragrant, frothy water. His hard working hands found purchase deep in the pockets of his Levi's, accentuating the large bulge in between them.

"Join me?"

"I'll watch for now." He licked his bottom lip, enjoying the show in front of him. "Show me," he told her.

The lavender scent in the room combined with the candle light and the steam made Bella's movements in the water even sexier. The vein on the side of Emmett'sthick neck pulsated quickly as Bella leisurely cupped warm water from her bubble bath, letting it slowly trickle through her fingers over her silky skin. Each time the sudsy water streamed down her ample chest and over her pert, rosy nipples, it elicited a groan from Emmett, and his eyes grew heavy with desire.

The little outdated jam box that was sitting on the hamper played soft music, making the moment even more erotic. Bella's body swayed in time to the slow rhythm filtering into the room. Her hands skimmed down her belly until one became hidden under the water and the other came back up to play with her nipple. Small ripples gave away exactly what was going on under the bubbles and between her sweet legs.

Long, deep inhales and slow releases of breath kept Emmett rooted in his voyeuristic spot by the door. He knew what was next. This was his favorite part. This was how Bella planned on getting him into the tub; he knew that, and it worked everytime. Emmett withdrew his hands from his pockets to finish unbuttoning his Levi's and then pulled them down just until his cock sprung free. Gripping himself in his hand, he stroked up and down his hard shaft while watching his wife play with herself.

"This never gets old, baby,"Emmett admitted, his hand squeezing his cock, pumping it from base to tip, in a slow agonizing pace. Bella saw the tip of it glisten in the dim light.

Arching her back in pleasure while her fingers rubbed lightly between her folds, her other hand played and pulled at her nipple, drawing Emmett forward.

"Come for me, baby," He demanded. He stood by the side of the tub, gaining a bird's eye view of what was under the dissipating bubbles. He watched as the tips of two fingers slipped inside her pussy.

"Get in with me?"

Emmett shook his head. "I love watching you. You know that."

Eyes fixed firmly on her husband's hand stroking his cock, Bella ignored his demand and rose to her knees, her fingers still deep within her warm pussy. Emmett's thick length is staring her in the face, just like she wanted. She slid her fingers from her warm folds and wrapped them around her husband's hard cock.

"I want you, sugar."

Biting her lip and looking up through her pretty brown lashes, she saw him nod in approval.

Taking just the tip of his length into her mouth, she teased the head with her tongue.

"Oh, fuck," Emmett groaned when her tongue made contact for the first time.

Bella giggled to herself, knowing just how to play her husband and get what she wanted, and what she wanted was him in the tub that he insisted was too little for his manly stature, because his feet hung over the edge.

She didn't care though.

Bella wanted him under her while she rode his cock. She didn't need to be submerged in water to enjoy what she had in mind. She wanted to bring him to the brink, and she knew he would be putty in her hands.

"Don't stop." His moans grew louder and she quit sucking to quiet his voice.

"Shush, sugar." She smiled and then wrapped her mouth around his length once more, this time taking him deeper. Her tongue massaged up and down the now slick skin of his rigid hard-on.

His thumbs rubbed gently on her hollowed out cheeks while his fingers gripped her head, holding her in place as his pleasure escalated. Tendrils of hair escaped her ponytail, making her look even sexier to him. He swiped a piece back and then pulled himself out of her mouth, making a popping sound.

"I need you, baby," Emmett said as he pushed his jeans and boxers to the floor, stepping out of them. He took a hold of her hand, pulling her to her feet so that he could get in the warm water behind her.

"Come 'mere," Emmett said as his hands ghosted over her curvy hips and settled on her ass. Bella closed her eyes and tipped her head back silently asking for his lips.

Their tongues tasted, lips lingered as they greedily took from each other. It had been hours since the sweet goodbye kiss he placed on her lips this morning as she lay in their bed sound asleep.

"I love you," Bella said, running her fingers through his light brown hair, twisting his locks around one of her fingers.

"I've always loved you, even from the moment you first eye-fucked me in the gas station," he chuckled, tilting his back, laughing at his own joke a little louder than he should have. Just then, a tiny blood curdling scream wafted from down the hallway.

Shaking her head, Bella's shoulders drooped in defeat. "You woke the baby."

"I'm sorry, baby." He leaned down to capture his sweet girl's sweet lips. "I'll get him. You relax and then join us in bed."

Nodding her head and smiling, she slinked back down into the water. Emmett dried his feet as the cries in the nursery grew louder. He muttered "I'm coming," trying to hurry to get his son.

Wrapping the towel around his waist and quickly walking out of the bathroom, he asked his wife, "Seriously. How does he always know when to cock-block?"

Bella laughed at Emmett's flustered words and his deflating hard-on. "Sixth sense?"