ONE MONTH LATER.

Rosalie P.O.V

(Recommended Song For This Chapter- FYLYHM – Seether)

WARNING: There is a LEMON in this chapter.

"Don't you long for something different to happen, something so exciting and new it carries you along with it like a great tide, something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see it?" ― Juliet Marillier, Son of the Shadows

I took three shots in a row and then winked at a very impressed Bella Swan. Bella was my best friend. She was my other half and we spent practically every weekend together in her bar, "Toxic". We'd met in college our freshman year. I was 18 and had lived a very sheltered life when I came face to face with Bella, who was 19 and more worldly. Bella and I bonded over our differences as well as our similarities. Bella and I were both from families with very dominant fathers. Bella's dad was the owner of two separate clubs, and my father, he was in a totally different sort of game. Bella was everything that I was not. She was crazy and wild and we had experienced a very interesting college life together. We were both business administration majors and our freshman year was our year of discovery although it was mostly made up of Bella stumbling drunkenly in to our dorm room at the early hours of the morning with whatever partner she had chosen for the night, and me peeling her up off of the floor the next day in time for her late afternoon classes. It was also the time in our lives when we went on random adventures to random places. We would take a coin and toss it at every light/intersection and heads were right turns, tails were left. I would drive and she would drink and we both would talk about whatever popped in to our heads and laugh. The friendship we had, had basically been built in the confined spaces of my black Volkswagen Beatle. Our sophomore year we were in an apartment together and that only amplified our differences. I was the one to remind her when her assignments were due. I would cook for her and occasionally wash her laundry and in exchange, she would always drag me out most weekends, or bring home a friend of her current escapade. That was also the year that Bella and I had "experimented" and while the sex was great- Bella was not one to be tied down and we were definitely better off as friends. Our junior year was probably the calmest. Bella met a guy named Garrett and slowed down A LOT. They were pretty much inseparable, but naturally there is always calm before the storm. Our senior year Bella's dad died and Garrett ripped her heart out of her chest. It was our senior year that Bella had decided to keep open one of her dad's bars and move on top of it, which resulted in me moving out of the crummy on campus apartments and in to a small two bedroom in the city. Despite the fact that Bella had partied most of the year, had lost her only living parent and had gotten heartbroken, she pulled through with a 2.6 GPA and we crossed the stage together. That had been 3 years ago and our friendship was still going strong. Bella had turned her father's bar in to her own and was actually cashing in the dough while I had begun working at a fashion magazine. I did whatever the company needed me to do. That meant that I could be picking out an outfit, booking hotels for models/clients/partners, running papers from one department to the next, physically arranging the models, or doing something as simple as reading over articles and helping with word choice. I was the person who helped you choose between two perfectly identical blue tops. I loved my job. It wasn't what I intended on doing when I went to college, but it had grown on me all the same.

"Want any more?" Bella smirked at me.

"No. No more shots," I laughed.

"Are you sure? They're on me!"

"I'm sure. How are you ever going to make a profit if you're always letting me drink for free anyway?"

"Oh please," Bella laughed and picked up a bottle of vodka and placed it in front of me, "You barely drink. I've wasted more alcohol on the floor than in your shot glasses."

She quickly placed six shot glasses on the table in front of me before filling them with vodka, and then taking a quick swig out of the bottle.

"Match me," she challenged and then quickly downed three, blowing me a quick kiss before jumping across her bar and heading towards a table top.

Toxic was her baby and because Bella was so friendly, no one minded coming around frequently. She had created a large dance floor out to the right with small round tables littering the walls and around the bar area. They were the short of tables that housed four chairs comfortably- the sort that you had to jump up into the chair to reach. I rolled my eyes and took the three shots before she returned.

"Hey hun, I have a friend that's interested in you," she whispered in my ear from behind me before hopping back over her bar.

"What sort of friend?" I asked.

Bella chuckled and grabbed two bottles from a shelf before turning around and lining up some shot glasses for 2 guys that had just approached the bar. They must have been regulars. She filled up their row of shot glasses and then turned back to me, leaning over the bar so she wouldn't have to yell over the music.

"The kind of friend that wants to screw you,"

"Bella!"

"Oh c'mon Rose. We both know you want to. Who was the last guy to get in your bed?"

"Luke," I rolled my eyes.

"And that was what four months ago?"

"Six," I corrected, "and nothing is wrong with that."

"Of course not," Bella saw someone in the corner of her eye and rushed away, coming back swiftly with three beers, handing them to someone, pocketing the money and then turning back to me, curtseying, "Sister Rosalind."

"Oh shut up."

"Look, he wants to relieve your pressure and you have pressure to relieve. What's the problem? There are no string attached. Besides, I told him you like to be spanked."

"Bella!" I felt a blush creeping up.

We had long ago decided that what had happened in our college home together, would stay there.

"I'm kidding," she held her hands up, "BUT I can tell him that if you want."

"I don't want."

"Listen hun. I'm not pressuring you, but just know that you have the option. Besides, he's one hell of a cutie and I know you get sick and tired of being Ms. Goody Two-Shoes all the time."

Bella held up her pointer finger to pause me and then rushed to the end of the bar to help someone.

I sighed. She was right. I did get bored with my life and the same old routine. I got bored of waking up, going to work, coming to the bar and then going home alone to watch Game of Thrones and The Tudor and Vampire Diaries. I got tired of eating frozen pizzas. Hell, I didn't have a dog to go home to- besides Bella was my best friend and she wouldn't steer me wrong. Bella not only got in to bar fights, but she also invited randoms in to her bed, men and women, and sometimes in numbers that surpassed 1 and 2. Bella was wild, that was for sure, but she was not reckless.

She came back in front of me.

"So who exactly is he?" I asked.

Her smile spread across her face like she was the cat from Alice in Wonderland and she pulled up three more shot glasses.

"I'm not going to tell you. Just know that he is hot and he'll meet you by the bathrooms. You guys can go out the back," she poured alcohol in to the three shot glasses, "for liquid courage," she explained and then laughed a little, "Have fun," she called over her shoulder- already heading towards another customer.

I downed the three shots quickly before making a face and shaking my head. Whatever it was that Bella had just fed me, was in fact gross as shit. I wiggled my way off of the bar stool all the same. I glanced quickly at myself, in one of the mirrors that were behind the bar. My brunette hair was pulled in a messy bun on the top of my head. I had on some jeans with rips in them, a plain black t-shirt and some black boots that laced up to about two inches below my knee. I did not look my most attractive, but there was nothing I could do about it now.

I took a deep breath and then started towards the secluded corner that housed the two bathrooms. When I turned the corner I saw him. A guy stood against the wall his head down, his fingers gliding over his cell phone screen. I tilted my head slightly to the side and took him in. He was tall- taller than me anyway, with dark blonde/light brown hair and a very nice build. Bella had definitely come through. He was wearing what looked like black suit pants and long sleeved white suit shirt, a plain black tie hung loosely around his neck and speaking of his neck, a tattoo of snakes peaked out from his shirt, climbing up his neck in brilliant reds and greens.

"Nice tattoo," I nodded towards him and he looked up at me.

"Thanks," he motioned for me to come over.

I had done it. I had turned this corner and now there was no turning back. I had done this. I had made this decision… and there was nothing wrong with that. We were two consenting adults. People did this all the time- hell Bella did this all the time. I walked up to him and took a deep breath.

"Nervous?" he challenged me.

There wasn't a smirk after, no chuckle. His gaze was burning me alive as he dropped his phone in to his pocket.

"No," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Good," he grabbed one of my hands and I could have sworn time paused.

I turned towards the backdoor, but he pulled me in the opposite direction, opening the bathroom door with his other hand without taking his gaze off of me. He walked backwards inside, hitting the light switch and pulling me swiftly in behind him in one quick motion. My heart was pounding through my chest when he walked up to me. He was so close I could have sworn he could hear the blood rushing. He shook his head slowly and then reached behind me, hitting the lock on the bathroom door. I was frozen in place, as he bent down on one knee in front of me. I barely felt like I could handle this one night stand, and yet here I was and to add insult to injury- I was in a bathroom- a public restroom- the bathroom that belonged to my best friend of 7 years. He pulled the string of one of my boots.

"Lift your foot,"

I lifted my foot and he yanked it free of my shoe before discarding it over his shoulder. I was grateful for his instruction. I didn't believe that I could have functioned if he hadn't. He repeated the process with the other foot. Was there protocol to one night stands? Kissing on the mouth seemed intimate for someone you would only sleep with once. He stood up again and held me against the door, his body against mine. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. He looked at me back, licking his lips, and then he unbuttoned my jeans. This was real. This was real and this was happening. It was happening and I was letting it. He tilted his head down and licked my neck, then placed kisses along the trail he'd created. My breath hitched in my throat as I stood there, as still as a statue. He didn't seem to mind. He trailed kisses, back up and then down again before biting me on the neck. What started as a soft bite turned to pain briefly before he released and slid his hand in to underwear. He ran a finger through my folds and my breathing hitched.

"For someone so unresponsive, you sure are wet," He breathed in to my ear before biting me briefly on it, "Do you want to do this or not?"

"Yes."

I was all in at this point. He'd touched my womanhood. He'd gotten me in to a public restroom and there was no going back.

"You sure?" he kissed my neck again.

"Yes."

And then he grabbed my jeans with both of his hands and pulled them down, taking himself with them, landing in a crouching position. I mentally high fived myself for the matching Victoria Secret bra and underwear set that I was wearing.

"Lift your foot," he grabbed the pants leg of my jeans one after the other and then kissed my ankle, trailing kisses up my leg, slow deliberate kisses, that made the skin where his mouth touched tingle. He kissed both sides of my hips before running two of his fingers between my legs and then placing a kiss there. He stood back up and undid his cufflinks, all the while watching me, before dropping them in to one of his pockets and walking back up to me. He picked me up, and I automatically wrapped my arms around his neck as he swiftly spun me around and sat me in front of the sink.

"Take your underwear off," he took a step back and began rolling up on his shirt sleeves.

I knew that I was blushing. He was going to watch me. At the age of 26 and in a public restroom, that was what I was worried about, him seeing my womanhood, the same exact place he would be penetrating. Now was not the time for me to be a little bitch. I hooked my fingers in to the top of my underwear and shimmied them all the way down before stepping out of them. The way he was watching me was making me all the wetter- like he was the predator and I was the prey. He had a dominating personality. Maybe I needed to be dominated. He closed the small space between us and lifted me on to the bathroom sink by my thighs. He began kissing my neck again, and I gripped on to the sink. This was it. His hands continued to rest of my thighs and he gave them a tight squeeze, before letting one trail down and in to my wetness. He began moving his finger up and down over and over and I could feel myself beginning to soak his fingers. His mouth paused the assault on my neck and he looked down between us, watching where his fingers slipped between my folds and I knew that my breathing was ragged now. He looked up at me and slid a finger inside of me before grabbing my shirt in the other hand and yanking it up, leaving it resting around my neck. He changed his assault with one finger in to two and yanked my bra down, causing my breast to be lifted and pressed together, by my bra straining beneath them, but I couldn't focus on anything except for his fingers working against my sanity. He removed his fingers from me and held them out.

"Taste yourself."

I ran a hand through my hair. I was far too old to be ashamed of my sexual urges. And this was a one night stand. I could do whatever I wanted. I could say whatever I wanted. I would never see this person again. Besides, it was the same thing as receiving oral and then kissing the person that had given it. I open my mouth and he jammed his fingers in to it. I closed my mouth and sucked on them until he pulled them back out. I could have sworn he grinned, for the first time since I'd laid eyes on him, and when he pulled his fingers out of my mouth he grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet swiftly, before placing a hand on my head and pushing down. I fell to my knees and he unbuttoned his pants. I mentally reminded myself that I could do whatever I wanted. I could abandon all boundaries. When his member sprang from his pants I took a deep breath and he gathered both of my hands in to one of his before jamming himself in to my mouth. My mind was in a million places at once. There was the part of me that wass regretting letting my hair down now. There was the part of me that was focused on the task at hand, licking and sucking to the best of my ability with my lack of hands, the naturally smell of his pheromones and his artificial smell of vanilla entering my nostrils and allowing me to continue soaking myself despite the lack of physical contact I was receiving. And lastly, there was the part of me that was simply mesmerized by this man's cock. It was not only thick and long, but the shaft was smooth and symmetrical and the head was thick and for lack of a better word- pretty. He fucked my face with no concern for my comfort, although he did in turn release my hands, only to grab two hands full of my hair in to a ponytail like grip and control my pace. He jammed himself in to my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and giving me two options, learn to breathe through my nose and take it, or continuously gag. His mouth was planted shut, but I could still hear the animalist groans coming from the back of his throat and that just made me more dedicated.

I wasn't sure how long I was on my knees, sucking and licking and rubbing my hands up and down the part of his stiff, slippery shaft that refused to fit down my throat, before he released my hair, and grabbed me by my shoulders pulling me back up and backing me up to the sink. I didn't need him to lift me this time. I jumped backwards on to it and he briefly lifted an eyebrow before his mouth began to trail all over my body again. His hands roamed my body, toying with my breasts and his mouth left random bites everywhere. I couldn't distinguish which of his bites hurt and which were more of pleasure, but I knew that if he never stopped I would be perfectly okay with that. He placed both of his hands on the inside of my thighs and began rubbing his stiffness against my wetness. I moaned and placed one of my hands on one of his shoulders. He briefly rested his forehead on mine before dipping his head lower and taking one of his nipples in to his mouth. He rubbed his tongue back and forth over it until it reached it's peak and then he switched to the other, now toying with this one between his thumb and forefinger. I couldn't focus anymore. Somewhere between lust and pleasure I had lost my mind. I let my head fall backward against the bathroom mirror and then- someone knocked on the door.

My head snapped up, but he continued the assault on my body. The knock resonated again and it was then that he stood up straight and rain his swollen member over my womanhood two slow times before plunging it in to me. I gasped and he gripped the inside of my thighs and pulled out only to jam himself back in to me. I cried out and he quickly put a hand over my mouth. He leaned his head over my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He continued to take himself completely out of me before filling me back just as swiftly as he had retreated. I tried to bite back the cries that escaped my mouth and someone knocked again.

"Shut the fuck up," he groaned in my ear, "Bite my shoulder if you need to."

I let my head fall forward on to his shoulder and he finally stopped completely pulling out of me and found a nice steady rhythm, each thrust matching my moans. The sound of music creeping from under the door began to be met with the sounds of his hip hitting the soft flesh of my ass, the sound of my juices sloshing around his manhood, my moaning in to his shoulder and his groans, each time he impaled himself deeply in to me. His skin was slapping violently against mine as he gripped my thighs so hard I could almost imagine his handprint would be there forever. This stranger that was violently slamming himself in to me made me feel like sex was leaking out of every pore of my being. I could feel my tension building and building, until he pulled completely out of me. I felt empty and I wanted to just grind myself against his manhood, so I tried, but he grabbed my thighs a little harder and shoved me farther back on to the sink.

"Beg," he tilted his forehead on to mine.

I looked back at him, my ragged breathing was attempting to return to normal.

"If you want release, then beg," he groaned in my ear.

He was a stranger. He was a one night stand. I didn't give two fucks what he thought about me after he walked out of this restroom.

"Please," I begged.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me," I grabbed on to his shoulders again.

"Good girl," he smirked and slid himself swiftly back in to me.

We both groaned and he pried my arms from his shoulders and planted my hands on either side of the sink. He found his rhythm again sliding in and out of me, again and again and again, his hands were gripping my breast and curse words flowed out of his mouth. I had been talked dirty to, but this- this was different and it only added to our sex. There was something primal and amazing in being dominated. His hand reached down between us and he rubbed on my already overstimulated clit and then I felt it. I could feel myself tightening around him and I let my head fall back against the mirror once more. I started attempting to meet him now, grinding up against where our bodies met. This was different. This was a whole new sensation. He could not stop now. I was too close. Everything began to shrink around him and then BOOM. There were stars in my vision and curse words just began flowing out of my mouth. Instead of slowing down, he slammed one of his hands over my mouth and used the other one to massage one of his breast. I could feel his manhood swell inside of me, but he continued to slam mercilessly in to me. My whole body started to shake and I knew that my hands couldn't grip the sink for much longer. I attempted to brace myself against his chest, but he instantly grabbed my hands and planted them back in to the same place.

"Don't fucking touch me," he choked out between groans.

And my body began to erupt again. His hold on me tightened and this time he groaned and bit on my neck, as his warm groan enveloped me. He paused inside of me and I let out air that I didn't know I had been holding. Two back to back orgasms had basically just wrecked my mind frame. I ran a hand through my hair and he slipped himself out of me, before yanking me off of the sink. My legs felt like they were made of jello as he reached around me and turned on the sink. He pulled some paper towels from the roll and cleaned himself off, before even acknowledging me again.

"Clean yourself off," he instructed and pushed himself back in to his pants.

I followed his lead. What the fuck was my problem? I was so stupid. What we had just done was dirty and in a club bathroom. I put a hand on both sides of the sink and took a deep breath. He walked to the bathroom door.

"I'll lock the door behind me," he assured, "Fix your running make up while you're in here too."

"Right. Okay."

And just like that he was gone.

I wasn't sure how long I was in the bathroom, cleaning myself up, pulling my clothes back on and then fixing my makeup before I returned to the bar. As soon as I sat down Bella met me.

"What happened to you?" she asked.

"What?" I faked innocence.

"My friend waited for you and you never showed. Did you change your mind?"

"What are you talking about?" I hopped in to a chair.

"I mean he waited there for a while, Rose. He even thought you were in the bathroom sick or something so he told me he knocked on the lady's room door, but no one answered."

I reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle before tilting my head back and gulping some of whatever it was down. I was a slut. I had just had sex in a bathroom with someone whose name I did not know- and it wasn't because of Bella. I had approached a completely unknown man an then begged him to fuck me on a sink. Unprotected. Ohmygod. We'd had unprotected sex. I palmed my face.

"Are you okay?" Bella asked.

"Yeah," I lied, "I just want to drink."

I was not about to tell Bella about this. She would have a heart attack… besides the fact that this was completely embarrassing.

"Well that I can help you with," she smiled at me and began lining up shot glasses again.

I ran a hand through my hair and then quickly tied it up with the hair tie that was now around my wrist. God, I was fucking stupid.