Made for You

Bella

I just stood there gaping at him, stunned like a deer in headlights, until he dropped his hands from my arms. There, standing in front of me, was the same guy from Tuesday night at my dad's bar. He smirked as he looked at me, the left corner of his mouth raising just slightly into a crooked smile, and suddenly the buzz I'd thought was lost had come back full force.

"What are you doing here?" I managed to choke out.

"Last I checked, America is a free country." He must have caught my glare, because he put his two hands up and quickly said, "I saw a friend struggling to get a drink, so I thought I'd offer my assistance."

I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. "Well, good luck with that, because it's nearly impossible to get served."

"We'll see about that."

He snaked his right hand around my waist and turned me so I was facing the bar again. His free hand resting on the top of the bar held a crisp twenty-dollar bill.

The bartender, who was paying no mind to me before, was suddenly directly in front of us in an instant, her eyes locked on the stranger at my side. I could practically see the drool oozing from her mouth as she ogled him, not that I could blame her, because he was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. He must have known just how attractive he was, and what kind of effect he clearly had on woman – myself included. I was struggling to think about something other than his fingers on my hips, squeezing. It was all I could focus on.

Breath, Bella. In and out.

I knew I should say something else, anything, but my mouth was dry. I still couldn't believe he was standing next to me, his hand burning a hole through the fabric of my dress. Maybe it was the booze or the surprise of seeing him again, but my heart was beating hard and rapid inside my chest and I could feel my cheeks flush, pink and hot.

"What can I get for you, dollface?" the bartender purred, leaning forward on her elbows so he cleavage was spilling out of her blank tank top. She looked at him from under her lashes and licked her painted red lips.

"Tequila. Two shots." He held up two fingers on the hand that was holding the money. His eyes didn't leave hers, which was rather impressive considering her tits were practically on display in front of him. He was either totally oblivious to the flirting or so used to it that he choose to ignore it. "Skip the lemon and salt, please, and you can keep the change."

I bit my lip. Here this perfect stranger knew my drink order to a T, and I didn't even know his first name.

She plucked the bill from his grasp with two fingers and sat upright again, blatantly adjusting her tits in her bra. "Be right back, handsome," she cooed again. Jesus, how many nicknames was she going to give him? She turned and walked away to pour our shots, swaying her hips dramatically with every step she took. It took everything in me not to roll my eyes at her obvious display.

He was looking at me now, that much I could tell, even though my eyes were still trained on the woman who had just served us. Or served him, I should say. She completely ignored me before he was standing here, and even then, her attention had been on him and him only. Talk about quality customer service.

When I finally turned to look at him and really take him in, he looked even more delectable than he had on Tuesday night, if that were even possible. I took in every square inch of him. He was wearing a white V-neck shirt with a pair of Ray Bans hung around the neck, and ripped black skinny jeans. My original impression of him being lanky was way off. I mean, he was tall, definitely over six feet, but his arms were muscular, his biceps stretching the cotton of his T-shirt. I could tell his tattoos travelled all the way up both arms and across his chest; I could see a black and white pattern poking out from the neck of his shirt, I just couldn't tell what it was. On his feet were the same red Converse he had worn three nights ago.

"No yellow dress tonight, Sunshine?" He was leaning towards me, talking into my ear. I could smell him; he smelled like an expensive cologne mixed with a little weed smoke and hot cinnamon. He'd been drinking Fireball whisky – I'd know that signature scent anywhere.

"Believe it or not, I have more than just that one dress in my closet," I told him, leaning into him like he had done to me so he could hear me over the music.

He scrunched the material of my dress with his fingertips, and for a moment his bright green eyes darkened. "This dress..." He let go, dropping his hand from my side, and I suddenly felt very cold. "It's dangerous, Bella."

I'd never been more grateful for Rose's ability to dress me. "Is it?" I teased, angling my body to give him a better look. I didn't miss his eyes scanning me from head to toe again.

He nodded once and ran his tongue across his bottom lip. "Very."

He was drunk, or buzzed at the very least, but hell, so was I. Those shots and that drink seemed to have sneaked up on me fast, or maybe that was him doing that to me. I had that feeling coursing through my body like I was in a dream, some kind of alternate reality that I would snap out of any minute. My mind felt fuzzy yet clear all at the same time.

The bartender put the shots down in front of us, but was quickly pulled in another direction before she got the chance to say anything else. I was thankful because watching her strut her stuff in front of him was churning my stomach. As a bartender myself, I understood how to be just flirty and just sexy enough to keep the men spending their cash, but there was no need to put your goods on display for everyone to see. Sheesh.

Mystery Guy picked up the two shots and handed me one. Thankfully, I knew how to hold my liquor; I'm sure any other girls would have either passed out or puked after drinking as much as I had so far.

"You don't have to buy my drinks," I told him, putting the shot to my mouth and guzzling it back just as he did the same. I licked my lips, loving the taste, my eyes never leaving his piercing green ones. He didn't have to buy my drinks, but who was I to boss this guy around?

He took my empty shot glass and his and laid them on the bar. "I don't mind. Third times a charm."

"Third time?"

Then it hit me. The three shots of tequila and the two slices of lemon that were sent to our booth. I should have known right then that they were sent by someone who knew exactly what I liked. I mean, how many women like their tequila straight up? Not many, from my experience. I chalked up my strong stomach to binge-drinking with the guys from the reservation as a teenager; they didn't hold back on the liquor, and there was rarely a lemon in sight.

"Are you stalking me?" The words came out before I could get the chance to reign them in from the tip of my tongue. God damn alcohol!

"I'm not stalking you. I just happen to show up wherever you are."

"Sounds a lot like stalking to me." I kept my tone playful, flirty even. He seemed to like it because he tilted his body even closer towards me.

He chuckled, shaking his head. Some of his tousled auburn hair fell in front of his eyes and he raked it back with his long fingers. I wanted to reach out and run my fingers through it – it looked so silky, so soft – but I stopped myself.

"Stalking, divine intervention...whatever you want to call it. I happen to call it pure luck."

"I want to call it stalking," I said, although most of my brain was screaming that it was the latter. What were the chances that I'd run into Mystery Guy yet again, at a completely different location? Crap, I'm starting to sound like Rose!

"We can call it whatever the hell you like, Sunshine," he said smoothly as he reached up and trailed a single finger from my bare shoulder to my elbow, making me shiver under his touch. I had to take a deep breath to steady myself so I could speak again.

"Speaking of which...what do I call you? This is the second time we've met, and I still don't know your first name."

I saw something flash across his face, maybe fear or reluctance, and he grimaced a little, hesitating. I didn't know what the big deal was about telling someone your first name. Isn't that just common courtesy nowadays?

Just when I thought he was going to ignore the topic altogether, he spoke, his voice soft. "I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to properly introduce myself the other night. I'm Edward Masen."

Edward.

Edward Masen.

It was old-fashioned, that's for sure, but I couldn't deny that the designation fit him perfectly. I wondered if he was named after a family member or if his mom just liked older names. Either way, it was sexy as hell.

I stuck out my hand and he shook it, chuckling at my sudden formality, those pearly white teeth on display again. His smile was panty-dropping in itself, but his husky voice was the icing on the cake.

"Well then, Edward, it's nice to meet you... again. I'm Bella Swan, but you knew that already." I shot him a playful wink.

"Swan...like the bird?" He was smirking at me, his dark brow raised.

I threw my head back, unable to hold back the laughter at his stupid joke. I'd heard that one since kindergarten, but I'd be willing to hear it countless more times if it came from his lips. "Yeah," I laughed. "Just like the bird."

He smiled at me again, and I had to clench my thighs together to alleviate some of the fire burning there.

It was then another bartender approached us, this time a tall blonde with an obvious orange spray tan and huge fake boobs. She was pretty, but in a totally fake, plastic kind of way. She reached across the bar and raked her fingernails down Edward's forearm as she spoke. "Can I get you anything from the bar?" Not for one second did her eyes flicker towards me.

Edward nervously chuckled, shooting me an apologetic look before turning his attention back to the bimbo in front of us. "I think we're good now, thanks."

"Okay, well let me know if you need anything," she purred before walking to the other end of the bar to serve someone else. I didn't miss the double meaning behind her words, and I doubt Edward did either. He looked at me sheepishly and ran his hand through his hair, shrugging.

"Does that happen a lot?" I asked, although I knew the answer would be yes. He seemed like a charmer, someone who knew what they wanted from women and took it. Not to mention he was drop-dead gorgeous and obviously knew it. I'd seen his type a million times at Rebel, although none as beautifully captivating as him.

"What?" he asked.

"Do you... dazzle people often?"

He seemed amused by this. "Do I dazzle you, Sunshine?"

I gulped, needing a distraction from the ache between my legs and quickly needing to change the subject. "So..." I said, albeit a little hesitantly, "are you here alone, or are your friends here somewhere?" This was my subtle way of asking if he was seeing someone, and my not-so-subtle way of dodging his question.

He waved his fingers towards the crowd behind us, but it didn't seem like he was pointing at any particular group of people. He could have been pointing to the VIP booth or the coat check for all I knew. "The guys are here somewhere, mingling."

Guys. So, he wasn't here with a girl. Relief washed over me like a tidal wave. I'm not sure any woman would want their man buying another woman a drink, even if it was innocent in nature, which I had a feeling this was not. While working at Rebel, I'd seen what happens when a woman is caught flirting with someone else's man, and trust me when I say it was never a pretty sight. I'd watched some nasty fights at the bar, but nothing compared to the hair-pulling, face-clawing ways of a woman scorned. I was not about to be someone's punching bag if I could help it.

"And how come your not with them...mingling?" I pressed.

He shrugged, and I could tell this was a topic he didn't want to discuss, for whatever reason. "We just mingle in different ways," he stated coolly, and I wished I'd known what he meant by that. He must have realized his tone was rather brash because he cleared his throat and continued with, "Sorry. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I saw an opportunity to ask the most beautiful girl in the room to dance with me, and I took it." Edward turned his head so he was looking out onto the dance floor and then turned back to me, his gaze smouldering. I almost melted right then and there. "So what do you say, Bella Swan? Dance with me?"

I missed the feelings that fled through my body when he his hand was touching my hip, so I nodded eagerly. He reached down and grabbed my hand, taking me by surprise, before leading the way to the dance floor.

Rose was dancing with Emmett, but she was looking directly at me, her mouth hanging open when she realized I was with the same guy from Tuesday night. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth and gave her a discreet thumbs-up, letting her know I was okay – more than okay - and she didn't have to come rescue me. I was in the arms of, arguably, the most attractive guy on the entire planet. Rose, being the amazing best friend she is, quickly pulled Emmett to the opposite side of the dance floor so he wouldn't be forced to watch his sister dance with some guy she barely knew. Emmett was kind-hearted and lovable, but he had a habit of sometimes being a little too overprotective of me, the only girl left in the family since our mom passed away.

But tonight was about fun, and I intended to have it. I wouldn't be twenty-one forever, might as well enjoy it while I could. For the longest while – two years, to be exact – Jake had been the only one to make my core burn. Even Mike, my on-again, off-again fling since Jake, hadn't ever made me as turned on as Edward had tonight with just his words.

We started slow, my back to Edward's chest, his fingertips griping my hips. I swayed my body to the beat of the music, grinding my ass against his front with just enough pressure to tease him a little. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the music and the feeling that last shot of tequila had going through my body. I lolled my head back on his shoulder and turned to look at his beautiful face, which was illuminated in several different colours from the strobe lights. My god, he was so handsome. I reached up and ran my fingers through the hint of scruff on his face. He closed his eyes, leaning into my palm.

So god damn sexy.

The music kept going, fast, loud, and I turned around so that I was facing him. He gripped me tighter, pulling me flush to his body, his hands moving from my hips to the swell of my ass so he could keep me tight against him. I could feel his hard-on against my stomach and bit down hard on my lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. I put my hands flat on his stomach, just above the waistband of his jeans, teasing him a little more. His stomach was hard, and I could feel each one of indents of his abs as my hands travelled up his stomach before finally wrapping around his neck.

Yeah, definitely not lanky.

I swear I heard him growl, which just added fuel to the fire already burning in my lace underwear.

The alcohol had my inhibitions down, that was for sure, but I knew there was no harm in dancing with a boy at a club, even if he was a complete stranger. Even though, if I'm being completely honest, the dance with Edward felt less than innocent.

I kept moving, the alcohol having really given my self-esteem a huge boost. I turned again so my ass was swaying against his painfully hard erection, a smile tugging on my lips when I realized it was me doing that to him, and he was doing nothing to keep me from noticing just how hard he was. He trailed his fingers from the top of thighs and up my sides, before coming to rest on my waist, holding me close to him, his face in my hair as we moved. It was then that I noticed a group of three girls standing off to the side of the dance floor, whispering to each other while pointing in our direction. I narrowed my eyes and checked to make sure my dress hadn't ridden up my ass – nope, that's fine – or that my tits hadn't fallen out of my dress – also fine.

What the hell is their deal?

I tried to ignore them, but they kept pointing. Jesus, talk about blatantly staring like we were some kind of bizarre circus attraction. It was starting to make me uncomfortable, and quite frankly, annoyed as hell. I had to resist giving them the middle finger.

Edward seemed to notice them too, because he turned me around abruptly so I was facing him, and leaned down to talk to me, his eyes on them like he was making sure they wouldn't advance towards us as he spoke.

"It's too fucking loud in here. Come outside, and we can smoke a joint." He reached behind his ear and pulled out a joint.

I nodded, eager to get out into the breeze to cool off my electrified body. At this point, I would have followed him to Mars if he asked me to.

Not to mention those gawking girls were giving me the creeps.

I turned in the direction of the front entrance, ready to bolt, but Edward reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me back to him.

"Not that way. Follow me."

I was ready to follow him anywhere. There was something trusting about him despite his bad-boy appearance.

He lead me to the back of the bar, down a long, narrow hallway and out an emergency exit in the back. I was internally thanking myself for wearing my flat sandals and not the five-inch heels I'd contemplated, because I know my feet would have been blistered and bleeding before the night was over.

No sooner had I stepped out of the bar and into the night than I was being pushed against the brick of the building, Edward's lips crashing down onto mine. I was surprised at first, but it was quickly replaced with urgency as I realized what was happening and I kissed him back with fervour, tangling my fingers in his hair. It was silky and soft, just as I'd suspected it would be. I gripped the hair and the nape of his neck and pulled him closer to me, hitching my leg around his hip once his body was perfectly moulded against mine. He tasted just as good as he smelled – very sweet and a little salty, the perfect balance.

He held my leg at my thigh and ground his erection into my pelvis, making me yelp when he hit me in just the right spot. "Bella..." he groaned against my lips, pushing even harder.

I couldn't deny that I was enjoying the feeling his body was giving me. "It's okay, Edward," I told him, pulling back so I could find his eyes. He was looking at me with undeniable hunger, his bright green eyes darkening to a deep forest green.

He reached up with his right hand and cupped my cheek before again finding my lips with his own. My knees nearly buckled beneath me; in the two years I dated Jacob, I don't think he ever touched my face while we kissed, and the sensation I was getting now, with Edward's long fingers holding my head in place, was like nothing I had ever felt before. Edward ran his tongue along my lower lip before sucking it into his mouth and biting down gently. I moaned softly and opened my mouth, giving him access.

We made out for a few more minutes, our tongues moving together in quick, wet strokes. When I had to come up for air, breathless from our dancing mouths, Edward continued to trail wet kisses along my cheek, down my jaw, where my neck and shoulder met, along my collarbone... I closed my eyes, my fingers tangled in his hair, as he trailed his fingers from my ankle to the top of my thigh, stopping just at the bottom of my short dress. I pressed into him more, giving him permission, but he suddenly dropped my leg and pulled away, shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" I panted breathlessly. I quickly adjusted the skirt of my dress and ran my fingers through my now tangled hair, embarrassed at his sudden disinterest in me. Edward paced back and forth in front of me, his hands gripping the hair at the back of his head, his eyes scrunched tightly shut like he was trying to will himself to another dimension. "Was it...something I did?" I cast my eyes down on the ground, wondering what I could have done to cause this unexpected reaction. After all, he was the one who kissed me first, so he shouldn't have been surprised that I reciprocated. Was he expecting me to slap him across the face?

He stopped pacing so he could look at me. "God, no, Bella," he whispered all in one breath. He took one, two, three steps toward me and placed both hands on the building behind me, caging me between his body and the brick. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I wondered if he could tell just how shallow my breaths had become since he came close to me again. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes and sighing heavily. "I'm just no good for you."

Jesus Christ, this guy was like night and day. One minute it seemed like he was going to rip my clothes off so he could fuck me behind the dumpster, and the next he's pulling away from me like I have some kind of plague. Edward was a roller-coaster of emotions, and I got all this after only meeting with him twice. I was only looking for a good time, not a fucking engagement ring.

"Look, I'm not asking you to be good for me," I told him honestly, looking at his beautiful green eyes with my brown ones. Illuminated in the light over the door, he looked like something directly out of a Hollywood film, and the drunk, horny female in me couldn't help but yearn for him. "I'm asking you to be good to me. Tonight. And in return..." I broke our gaze and lifted myself up on my tiptoes so I could whisper into his ear as I palmed his erection through his jeans, "I'll be good to you. We can go back to my place."

"You don't look like the kind of girl that has one-night stands," he told me as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. I quivered under his touch, my knees nearly giving out.

"I'm... I'm not," I admitted honestly, not breaking his gaze as I skimmed my fingertips from the base of his shaft to the tip. "But I'm twenty-one years old. I'm not some delicate little flower, and I'm not a virgin. I know what I want, and right now, it's you." I squeezed his considerable length and he grunted. "I can tell you want me, too."

"I don't date."

"Okay."

"I fuck."

Hearing him say the word fuck made me bite down on my lip so hard that I tasted blood. "Also okay. Now kiss me, Edward."

The groan that escaped his lips was almost animalistic, and suddenly our lips were entangled yet again. He kissed me harder and with more passion than even our previous kisses held, and he reached up to coil his fingers in my hair. I opened for him when his tongue glided across my lips, relishing in the feeling his body was giving mine.

He was pressing his body into me again, gyrating his hips against me just so, when the door suddenly swung open, making us both jump in surprise. He backed away from me quickly, and I watched as he not so discreetly adjusted himself in his pants while shooting daggers with his eyes to the guy who so had rudely interrupted us.

"Seth, what the fuck?" he growled.

Standing in the doorway was a guy around Edward's age, with tanned skin and short black hair. He was good-looking, but not as hot as Edward. He chuckled when he realized what he walked out on, awkwardly reaching up to cup the back of his neck. I felt my face flush crimson as a wave of nausea hit me right in the stomach.

"Sorry to interrupt another one of your little romp sessions, Eddie-boy, but we've got a problem. Garrett's piss drunk, so we have to get him home before he does something that makes a fool out of all of us."

Edward clawed at the hair on the front of his head before rubbing both his hands up and down his eyes, like he was trying to sober himself up. "Where is he?" he groaned.

"The VIP booth upstairs, the one overlooking the dance floor."

"Fucking great," Edward snipped at his friend. "It's going to take all of us to get him down over the fucking stairs and into a cab, so hopefully no ones take any pictures. Where's Riley? We're gonna need his help. You know how rowdy Garrett can get when he's fucked up."

"Riley just got in a cab with some blonde chick," Seth answered, shrugging. "It's just you and me."

Edward rolled his eyes. "Fucking great." He turned to me, the anger disappearing from his eyes. "I'm sorry, Bella, but I have to go. It's been nice seeing you again. I'll see you around."

He left, the door slamming shut behind him. I leaned forward, my hands on my knees, as another wave of nausea hit me. It wasn't long before I was doubled over, puking whatever contents I had in my belly.

So much for my so-called strong stomach.

I leaned back against the wall and wiped the sweat from my brow. I got my phone out of my cross-body purse, surprised to see four texts from Rose, the last one sent only a minute ago. I'd been so caught up that I hadn't even heard my phone ding. No doubt she was thinking the worse, that I'd been drugged and kidnapped and was currently being shipped to some third world country.

Where have you gone?

Earth to Bella!

HELLO

Don't make me send out a search party for your ass. Where the hell are you?

I quickly typed out a reply and hit SEND.

I'm just going to get an Uber home. Not feeling the best. Stay out and have fun.

A moment later, a response.

Alone? Or are you with Hottie McHotterson?

Another wave of unbridled embarrassment floated through my body, replacing the buzz I had.

Alone. I'll see you tomorrow.

The Uber ride home was awkwardly silent. I just sat in the backseat, my arm resting on the door with my head propped in my hand. I was trying my hardest not to throw up as I thought about the events that occurred tonight. I'd acted so out of character, no doubt due to the booze I'd consumed. I was willing to fuck some stranger because he was hot and I was horny and he gave me attention. I felt disgusted with myself the more I thought about it, not to mention how utterly embarrassed I was that Edward just up and left so quickly, yet again. I hoped I would never have to face him again. He probably thought I was as easy as any other slut he'd slept with. He was definitely a womanizer, that much I could tell, so it was probably good I didn't use him as another notch in my belt.

As soon as I unlocked the door to the apartment, I stripped off all my clothes and got in the shower, hoping it would help me to sober up even more than the vomiting had. I lathered my hair and body, enjoying the feeling of the steam opening my pores and the water cascading in ripples down my back.

I washed my face with my favourite cleanser, removing the little bit of makeup I'd applied only hours earlier. I rinsed, using my fingers to scrub away the dirt. I let my fingers hover over my lips, which were raw and puffy from Edward's kisses, remembering how he sucked and nipped and glided across them. How could something that felt so good feel equally as dirty?

I thought about this as I dressed and climbed into bed. Despite myself, I fell asleep dreaming of what could have happened if we hadn't been interrupted.

A/N: Here is chapter three! As usual, a big thank you to jansails for pre-reading and giving feedback. You rock! Also want to thank the folks over at The Lemonade Stand for recommending Made for You this week! Thank you so much!

I'm pretty sure the next chapter will be in Edward's point of view! What would you like to see in EPOV? Don't forget to review!