EPOV

Collateral.

The word ricocheted around my head, threatening to liquefy my brain cells against the walls of my skull.

This was not good. This was un-good. Bad? Bad. That's the word. This was bad. This was very bad. Very, very bad.

She looked up at me, her big brown eyes gleaming with excitement and lust and power and fuck me I was ready to get on my knees and beg and be at her mercy and obey her every command. I just want to eat her, all of her, absorb every last drop of her; I wanted to feel her soul swimming around inside of my body, invading and destroying every empty part of me.

My mind fought to regain control as my body betrayed me, and I felt myself going unbelievably and outrageously hard in her tiny hands.

She yanked on my dick roughly as she licked her lips, a wicked smile crossing her face.

I felt my breathing stagger, and my eyes rolled back into my head.

I was oh so very fucked.

THREE MONTHS EARLIER.

"Screw you, Edward. I've got my priorities in order," Alice stuck her tongue out at me and danced away when I tried to catch her. I gave in easily, collapsing on my back on my bed.

"Like shit you do. Let's see, Alice's daily to-do: Fuck Jasper. Dance. Stick out tongue. Fuck Jasper. Shop. Fuck Jasper. Get piss drunk. And let's not forget, fuck Jasper."

She sighed, half irritated, half excited at the words 'fuck' and 'Jasper' being strung together repeatedly.

"Look, I know I have an exciting sex life and you don't, but really, try not to be so envious. It's unbecoming," she giggled.

I raised an eyebrow and leaned back lazily on my elbows, rolling my eyes back into my head and letting my head fall back. "Shit, you're right. I'm jealous. God, Whitlock. The things I'd like to do to him." I closed my eyes and sighed dreamily, running one hand across my stomach and the other up to my hair. "Mmmm. I want to run my hands right through that sandy-ass mop and bend him over and fuck the hell—" she halted my then by jumping on me and pummeling me with her itty bitty hands.

"Knock!" hit "It!" hit "Off!" hit.

I laughed and caught her wrists easily, pulling her off of me. She sat next to me and huffed, arms crossed against her chest. Her short black hair was in disarray from the attack, and I put up a hand to get it out of her eyes, but she smacked it away.

I loved her fury, it was so endearing. As if this small, pixie of a woman could ever be intimidating. Not to me, at least.

Jasper, on the other hand… he was so wrapped I sometimes wondered if she had his balls hidden away somewhere, and that he remained with her primarily in the hopes of one day getting them back.

Well, no. That's a lie. We all knew adored her endlessly.

Alice sighed again while she drew her crossed legs up to her chest. "Edward, you're getting moody again. I wont have you locking yourself in this room for an extended period of time again. I don't want… what happened before. You need to go out more." She gazed at me curiously. "If you could have anything, right now, what would it be?"

Shit. Right now. Anything I wanted? I wanted some head. Some foreplay. A beautiful and willing girl bending over in stilettos, biting her lip and begging me to fuck her.

I wanted my cousin the fuck out of my room so that I could be alone with Miss Jameson and her delightful displays of hedonism. Because that was the closest I could get right now.

I hadn't been laid in a very long time, and the ache in my groin grew worse every day.

It was beginning to make me irritable, and I by no means meant to take it out on Alice or anyone else, for that matter. But Forks was old. And I was bored. Bad things tended to happen when I was bored.

But Forks—old. The girls here? Old.

I was tired of fucking Lauren. I did not enjoy the prospect of possibly getting picked up for rape just because her dumbass had to be shitfaced to get wet.

I was tired of fucking Tanya, whose fake ass tits only looked and felt good that first time… before I saw the way they rippled when we fucked missionary.

I was tired of fucking Victoria, because… well, some redheads are so fucking hot you want to bang them… and the rest you just want to choke the shit out of. She had morphed from the former to that latter very quickly once she started talking about us having a future. It was easy enough to tune that shit out the first time, but it gets old fast.

I was tired of fucking Jessica, with her bullshit baggage and sob stories about how no guys would stay with her because everyone thought she was such a slut.. The only thing her mouth needed to be moving on was my dick.

She truly did suck like a Hoover.

I briefly considered ringing her up and asking her to join me for an hour or so, but was smart enough to come up with a better solution.

"Leave. Now." I hadn't meant to sound so rude, but I needed to get comfortable with myself for a bit.

Okay, so it was only marginally better, but my hand didn't whine the way Jessica did.

Alice tilted her head to the side and squinted, knowingly. "Jesus Christ, at least get another fuck buddy. You're fucking up the shower rotations with your sessions," I rolled my eyes, and she slapped me playfully, "and I will not have that for much longer. Find a hole. Put your dick in it. For all our sakes."

She laughed then, and pranced out of the room, slamming the door shut quickly when I blindly threw the first thing I could reach toward her retreating head.

I would have laughed with her if her comments weren't directed at me. Alice had a sailor's mouth sometimes when Jasper wasn't around. She was right, though. I needed to get some.

I began going through my cell to find someone reasonable, but my face fell in dismay when I looked up and noticed that what I had thrown was an Erik Satie compilation done by the London Philharmonic.

Note to self: steal one of Alice's cd cases to replace that one.

*****

I walked into the upstairs "theater" room, shirtless and freshly clean from my shower.

Alice glanced briefly at me with mock disgust before settling herself into Jasper's lap. I nodded to him and he smiled lazily, raising a flask to me in toast.

I couldn't help but smirk back. Jasper was one cool motherfucker. He had always been cool.

His first day in Forks he had walked in wearing cowboy boots and a hat that would've made Tim McGraw cry with jealousy. He had sauntered right up to the teacher, taken her hand and kissed it, then drawled lazily (as he always did), "Howdy, ma'am. I expect I'll be sittin' in that vacant seat right over there, yeah?" He winked at her, and she stared at him in shock, merely nodding before remembering to ask him to remove his hat.

I'm fairly sure she got turned on, which was funny; we were nine at the time.

I walked slowly to the couch where Rosalie, Jasper's twin sister, was perched, filing her nails. She looked up at me through dark lashes and her lips twitched ever so slightly at the sight of my naked stomach and chest. She held up a pretty manicured hand and I took it, placing a kiss gently on it while maintaining eye contact.

She then placed her hand on my chest and shoved me down next to her.

"We're not watching something perverse or brooding this time, Edward. You make me watch one more depressing movie and I will fucking castrate you." She smiled sweetly at me and I pretended to be offended.

She was dangerous, and seductive, and sex on legs.

It was amazing that I didn't feel the urge to fuck her into oblivion. Or, God forbid, touch her. That ship came and went in sixth grade, during our one and only kiss.

She was fine, though. She had a dick to suck.

Right on cue, Emmett came barreling in the door, swinging a grocery bag to and fro. He knocked fists with Jasper before practically landing on top of me in his rush to be near Rosalie. She let out a low 'mmmmm' as he wrapped his arms around her and crushed her mouth with his own. He leaned back long enough to throw the bag in my lap and say, "Cullen, my man, drinks," before returning to her. I slid off the couch onto the floor, carefully bringing the contents out of the bag and onto the coffee table in front of me.

Vodka. Sprite. Cranberry juice. Coconut fucking rum.

"The hell, McCarty, you buy only for the girls this evening?" Emmett waved a middle finger at me and mumbled something about 'fuck off' before pursuing Rose's mouth once again. Jasper sat up expectantly, realizing suddenly that there was more liquor in the room.

"Tell me there's some Jack. There is, yeah?" A grin swept his face when I pulled the bottle of Jack from the bag, and he squeezed Alice's face triumphantly while he kissed her. Alice smiled, hopped up from him and plopped down next to me.

"Edward, will you get some cups? I'll play barkeep tonight, if you don't mind."

I stood up fluidly and chuckled when I caught Jasper's expression. His face had become suddenly lovesick when Alice had abandoned his lap, and he began nursing his flask.

He grinned at me, all ready buzzed, and made a lewd gesture with his hands and mouth while I proceeded to the small liquor cabinet at the back of the room.

I pulled five cups from the top of the cabinet, along with a long teaspoon from the drawer. I looked around the inside until I spotted the grenadine, grabbing it just before Alice called to me to bring that, too. The ladies loved their grenadine, they did.

"What shall we watch tonight, then?" I asked as I handed Alice everything.

"I don't care," she replied vaguely. She had suddenly become very focused on her task, and was gazing intensely at the various drinks as though they were an experiment. Which, in her mind, I'm sure they were.

"Jasper?"

Jasper looked at me, his head laid on his shoulder. "Well, I expect it should be something the ladies here can enjoy. As Rose has all ready pointed out, these last few times we've made with the ultra violence and bizarre sensuality. Much as I love the sensual and bizarre, I don't think women should be subjected to that , least not as often as they are 'round here."

Emmett managed to remove himself from Rosalie to stare at Jasper with mock shock.

"Jasper, you weird ass motherfucker, these ladies can handle violence. And sex. Can't you, Rosie?" He waggled his eyebrows at her, and Rose glared at him in warning, but he continued on. "She likes it rough. She likes being spanked and having her hair pulled—" Jasper's flask suddenly collided with Emmett's jaw and I stepped between them before I'd have to really intervene.

"You shut the fuck up, McCarty," Jasper growled. "That's my goddamn sister. You can put your dirty paws on her all you'd like, so longs I don't have to bear witness, but I'll be damned if I have to hear the details again. I don't need that kind of visual, thank you."

"Jazz…" Alice looked up at him, and his face instantly calmed. He smiled a small smile at her before turning a fierce gaze to Emmett once again.

Rosalie kissed Emmett's jaw, but gave him a reproachful look. He glared at Jasper for a moment before folding and laughing heartily. "Aw, I'm sorry. I can't help it. I just meant my baby's a strong woman, she can handle some violence."

Jasper seemed to consider this briefly, then nodded curtly at Emmett before finally noticing I was standing between them.

"Move, Cullen, I'm not gonna make an attack. Sit your ass down and hand me a glass."

I had to chuckle, once again, at Jasper's drawl. It always made me laugh, the fact that he'd managed to hold onto his accent while Rosalie had so quickly abandoned hers.

When they'd first moved here from Texas, her accent had been just as thick as his. She had given it up fast to fit in, though, while Jasper clung tightly to his. He knew it made him unique. Rose didn't want to be unique; she wanted to fit in. Even in fourth grade, though, she didn't really need to fit in. She was just as beautiful and captivating then as she is now, and had no trouble getting attention.

She'd given up the notion to fit in once she'd met Alice in fifth grade. They formed a fast bond, one that was unbreakable and all sisterhood of the traveling pants and shit.

I sat down, glancing from Jasper, who was now frowning and picking at his nails with a small knife, to Rosalie, who was staring lustfully into Emmett's eyes.

To anyone on the outside, it was hard to see the relation between the Jasper and Rose. Aside from their nearly shared height (Rosalie is 5'10," Jasper, 6'1"), blonde hair and hazy blue eyes, they were drastically different people. Rose was an ice princess most of the time, especially to anyone on the outside, while Jasper was warm and inviting to anyone that wanted his time. For as much of an outsider as he was, he was regarded very highly by the population of Fork's High, mostly because he was just so fucking cool.

Differences aside, however, they shared a bond that no one except the people in our group understood. They loved each other immensely, and were fiercely protective of each other. Alice and I were much the same, and I was glad that Alice and Rose were such good friends. Every other girl that had attempted to get close to Jasper had fallen victim to Rosalie's wrath. The same happened with every guy that tried to get Rosalie.

I should know. I had a black eye for weeks after that kiss in sixth grade. Jasper found out that I'd felt her up and went all Rambo on my ass, even though—or perhaps because—we were best friends and everyone knew his sister was desirable, even then.

Fucker.

I think the only reason he didn't kill Emmett was that he saw the positive effects he had on her. She smiled more, was a little nicer to outsiders.

She was less of a bitch all around, actually.

I scrunched my forehead at Alice, who had a mask of intense concentration on now. She was pouring Jack and the rum into a glass, trying to find a winning balance between the two.

Somehow, I couldn't see her finding a way to make it pleasant.

Rosalie looked up at me with a blank expression. "Something funny. And don't be a douche and pick Clockwork Orange, because that shit is not funny," she concluded vehemently.

Yeah. Less of a bitch though she may be, she was still a bitch.

"Anchorman?" It was the first thing I could think of, and one of the few comedies I genuinely enjoyed.

Her face narrowed in distaste, but when Emmett's face lit up and he shouted, "Hell yes!" she rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Smelly pirate hooker," Jasper slurred, grinning, to no one in particular.