Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters, Stephenie Meyer created them, I just play with them.
My house was a half hour from Emmett's. Thank god our relationship was more than sex. These drives were never uninteresting.
Emmett always had a story from his previous day at work. His clients were the new arrivals, and they used his own image to encourage them to work out. He was a personal trainer at a private gym and worked three evenings a week. We both took college classes in the morning, which left the afternoons and four other evenings for us.
His booming laughter filled the car, and I couldn't help but smile. His laughter was so contagious; it would light up my day no matter what mood I was in.
"Can you believe that he didn't know what an elliptical was? I mean, if you're going to join a gym at least know some equipment!"
He looked over at me, and his deep brown eyes sparkled in the sunlight. His eyes and hair were the main reason I fell for him. I always liked the dark characteristics in men. Blonde hair was never my thing. I liked the dark features. It made them stronger and more masculine.
"What a fool. You'd think after paying $250 a month he would at least know what is in a gym." I watched his face as he watched the road. His smile radiated and his dimples shone.
"See, baby, that's why I love you. You understand the entertainments of life." His laugh filled the car and I had to turn my head to watch out the window. Sometimes I couldn't help but scowl at him.
I hated feeling this way for Emmett. I cared so much, but hated him for it. His beauty and wonder amazed me; yet they disgusted me at the same time. He made me feel disgusting and fucking amazing just by looking at him.
Our sex was great, he was just as crazy as I, and loved to explore like I did. The problem was what sex brought. Before we started our sexperiments we were good, had fun together and shit, never bickered, we had a great time. Then we sexed it up. Shit got complicated after that. He started to drop the "L" word, and tell me how much he adored my beauty and bullshit. Another case of an emotional STD. I had thought our shit was different.
But fuck, was I lucky. He stayed around while I tried to keep myself clean from the disease he caught. Love. I couldn't help but snort. What a load of bogus that was.
Emmett interrupted the silence.
"Rose, are you okay?" He threw side-glances at me as he drove, trying to watch the road, but wanting to watch my reaction.
"Yeah, Emmett. I just saw some stores I wanted to check out some time and was making a mental note, I guess." I shrugged, trying to blow it off. I'm sure my face broke my cover.
"You know, you can tell me anything. I know how you think." He reached over to touch my leg. Resting his hand on my thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb, I suppose he was trying to be comforting. I stared down at his hand for a few minutes. I couldn't think of anything to say to him.
I let out a deep sigh and looked up. Thank god, we'd just turned onto my street.
"Yeah, baby. I know. You want to come in? I'm sure Jazz and Alice are here… somewhere." He pulled into my driveway and stopped. He removed his hand from my thigh and stared at me. Several emotions flew across his face.
"Nah. You go ahead. I'm going to go home and get ready for work tonight." He licked his lips and looked out the front windshield.
"Emmett?" I asked, waiting for his response. He was patient with me, but that didn't mean he liked my view on everything.
I reached over and caressed his cheek. His straight face changed, a smile starting through as he turned to look at me.
"I adore you, Rose. I'll see you soon." He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket. "And don't worry. I'll text you every thought that goes through my mind about you." He winked at me and licked his lips. Again.
We weren't rabbits like Jazz and Alice, but the passion we had flowed between us.
I took off my seat belt and leaned in to kiss him. My hand moved to his inner thigh, the other wrapping itself in his hair. His hands moved around me, one cupping my neck to bring me closer. Our kiss intensified and our breathing began to deepen. His hand slid down my side and squeezed my ass. That was it. I climbed over the middle of the seat and landed on top of him, our hands started to explore each other more. Emmett slid his hand down from my neck, rubbing my inner thigh from behind.
"Fuck it. I don't care where we are Emmett. Let's go." I managed to gasp out between kisses.
My hands found the front of his jeans, which had grown tight. I undid the button and started for the zipper. Right at that fucking moment, a loud SMACK destroyed our passion. We both jumped and glared at the window.
"You're in the fucking driveway, Rose! Have some fucking class!" Jasper screamed through the fogged up window.
"Hello Jasper!" Emmett yelled back. Even when he was mad, he managed to smile. Emmett's responding smile was not what Jazz expected. He gave Emmett double fisted middle fingers and walked inside.
"We may be twins, but how can we get along when he acts like an animal like that?" I muttered under my breath. Emmett laughed and did up the button on his jeans.
"What can you do? Both twins can't be swanky." Emmett replied. I couldn't help but smile. There he went with his attitude adjustment on me.
I leaned over to his ear and whispered "Goodnight, Mr. McCarty. Thanks for driving me home. Text me, please?" My mouth moved down and gave his neck a love bite.
"Oooh, Rose. You know I will. I'll see you later." Emmett breathed. He took my chin and moved my mouth to his. Three long puckers and he sent me on my way.
"Home, sweet home." I muttered once I closed the jeep's door. I walked past the front of the jeep, and winked at Emmett. His eyes watched me the entire way to the door. I guess it helped that I was walking with my "fuck me" swagger.
I opened the deep mahogany door and waltzed in. Dad always said your front door was your first impression. He bought the most expensive door he could find. I placed my purse down on the front table and checked my reflection again. I hated doing it, but it was the only way to keep that cocky bitch appearance up. And I would need all the attitude I could get.
I turned the corner from the living room to the kitchen, following the wall with my hand. Jasper was at the island starting dinner, he and dad knew I didn't cook for them. Jazz didn't even bother to look at me. I reached into the fridge, grabbed an apple and leaned on the counter top. Jasper let out an exasperated sigh and threw a pot on the counter.
"What the fuck were you doing in the car with Emmett?" Jasper glared at me. He didn't want to talk about it, but he always tried to play the mother role.
"You really have to ask, Jasper? You and your skank are always busier then my man and I. I never cock-block you, so what's the deal?" I glared back at him. He and I both knew who was better at glaring.
Jasper had very feminine features. Long, dark eyelashes lined his big green eyes. Wavy blonde hair framed his face and fell just below his ears. His lips were plump and bright. He would pull off the best drag queen in town.
"That's not the point, Rose. And Alice is NOT a skank. Don't call her that again. At least we have the decency to do our dance in private. Not in a jeep in the middle of our driveway." He grabbed the pot he threw down and filled it with water. He was the perfect little housewife.
"Oh shut up, Jazz. You sound like more like a woman every day. Did your dick fall off out there when you interrupted Em and I?" I twirled the apple in my hand and took a bite. The crunching in my ear blocked out what he was muttering. He was such a sensitive boy.
Just then my left tit vibrated. I pulled my cell phone out of the side of my bra and looked at the ID, it was a text message from my monkey man. A smirk escaped my lips as I read it.
Remind Jasper I said hi. Tell him I'll get him back for interrupting us. We'll have to finish what we started. Pick you up tomorrow at 1?
My imagination soared as I looked over the text. Jasper noticed my devilish smirk and just had to stick his nose in.
"What is it, Rose?" He was standing at his maximum height trying to look at my cell phone, like he could see it from across the kitchen.
"Emmett. He says hi, and thanks to you interrupting us, we have another Sexsion tomorrow. Thanks, Jasper. I just got more then I expected." With a naughty smirk, I tossed the apple at him and started to walk out of the kitchen.
"Fuck. I don't care. Alice is coming over tomorrow anyways. Thank god you won't be here." He turned his back to me and started to prepare the steaks.
The mention of Alice being in my home made me shudder. The bitch was always so fucking happy, so pixie like and fucking creepy. She would watch you with her little beady eyes, like she could see right into you, into your future.
Jasper didn't see love like I did.. He couldn't wait to fall in love; he saw it as a savior, blaming my dad's unhappiness on his lack of love. He ran out as early as he could to snag Alice. They'd been together since they were 14, and were overly fucking sweet. They filled me with revulsion, I couldn't stand being near them when they were together.
"Why do you bring her over? It's not like we want her here. I'd tell you to move out, but dad needs the housewife in you. Lord knows I won't do your jobs when you leave. Go do your animal breeding at her house. Not here." He dropped his knife and turned to say something to me. Before he had the chance, I walked out of the kitchen and towards the stairs, heading up to my bedroom. I regretted being so cruel to him. We may not always have gotten along, but he was my brother. I hated being so bitchy to him. He was a good kid, really, just annoying as fuck when it came to a lot of crap.