Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its original characters. No copyright infringement is intended with the posting of this story or its dirty-talking Edward AKA; Masen.

A/N: Hello again and if you're reading this, welcome back! Since TMT just received its 1 millionth view on FFn I wanted to celebrate, but I'm not quite ready to post the next chapter of its sequel, Two Makes Five. (which only has 3 chapters to go before it's complete)

I've had this chapter finished for a few weeks though, and figured I'd go ahead and get a jump on posting updates for this story, so it will be in full swing again once I do wrap up TMF within the next month or so.

Since we're only three chapters deep here I won't give too much of a review, aside from when we last left Edward he'd just gotten to his second night on the job at his "adult only" call center, and he'd just found out that Bella would be his first call of the evening, after having just met in person for the first time- which only he is aware of.

Much thanks to my beta, myonlyheroin. Any and all mistakes are mine thanks to my twitchy fingers before hitting that upload button.

This chapter is rated M for adult situations and language.

Let's get to it then!

All Hands On Deck

Chapter 4

*Edward*

I could barely believe my goddamn luck. Sure, I'd been actively chasing the opportunity to change my current situation with the new girl next door, but her calling again… calling me… here... so soon... this was uniquely surreal, and not at all expected.

Was this seriously happening right now, or was I being punked? Because if this was really happening, I could, without question, absolutely die a happy man without ever having felt cheated or shortchanged by this life here on this planet.

What the hell are you saying, Cullen?

No way! Slow down! You can't check-out now. Not yet! There is still so much more to be learned and thoroughly appreciated, and it all lies within reach right-next-door.

"Hello? Are you there, Mase? If you're up to it, I could really use your help tonight."

"I'm here, love. You caught me by surprise is all. I was actually just sitting here thinking about you. I have to admit, you left quite an impression on me last night, B."

She would of course think those were scripted lines that I'd just fed her, but she'd be dead wrong. Fortunately for me, I'd be the only one who would ever know that to be true.

"I-I'm sorry to hear you're having such a rough time tonight, baby, but I'll be happy to help you out. You know that. This neighbor of yours, he… he must be a foolish guy to leave you all high and dry like this." I finally stammered, then pushed myself further back into my brown leather seat, already feeling my dick thicken as it knocked impatiently against my boxer's buttoned window, begging me for some fresh air.

"Oh, I'm hardly dry. That's the problem. Try to keep up would you, Masen?"

Her voice was so soft, so purposely paced with every word she'd spoken. She was trying to provoke me, and it was working.

Well, just fuck me right now. This girl is the dream you've yet to even experience in your sleep, Cullen.

"You'll have to thank this neighbor for me then, because without his blessed ignorance, I wouldn't be sitting here so soon, getting to speak with you again. I must admit, though, I'm a little bit jealous that someone else was able to get you so riled up. That's supposed to be my job."

She took a shallow breath, then giggled lightly, and I felt my dick once again twitch over my lap. It was more than obvious she'd continued to drink after running off into her bedroom to hide from Alice's verbal attack on her shit-based relationship. I could hear it in her slightly slurred speech. It was surprising how much it actually bothered me; knowing that she'd apparently chosen to go into her bedroom to drink alone, rather than continue to hang with us. At the same time, though, I also understood the 'why' behind her actions. Because of that knowledge, I tried to not take it so personal.

I mean, let's be honest, no one wants to stand around and listen to their friend bad mouth their 'significant douche-bag other'. Even more so when they knew, deep down, that said significant douche-bag was in fact a douche-bag, and your relationship was indeed as factually fucked as your friend had been implying.

She wasn't ready to admit that yet.

Nope.

Nowhere near close to being ready, and that was fine, because I could wait.

Moving herself away from her comfort zone by leaving home, but still also keeping herself away from him… it was certainly a step in the right direction, and it was a direction I was certainly willing to continue pulling her in. Especially if it meant I'd be guiding her towards experiencing everything that there was to experience when it came to living up to her full potential in this life.

Christ, did I want to fill all of her potential.

"Lucky for us, the power just came back on. For some insane reason, getting off with a faceless stranger on the internet seems much more acceptable, and forgiving, given my current relationship status… rather than me randomly mounting a near stranger with an actual face... against a wall... while his mouth explored every inch of my bare skin and his fingers touched me in places that convulsed by simply looking at him."

Good God, Man! Are we sure we can wait?

My hungry smirk went dead for a moment as a bit of guilt washed over me, but then… somehow, and I have no idea how, just call it a God given skill I suppose, but I managed to shove all of that guilt away. Far-far away, and in doing so, I found my well earned victor's smile, and took pride in the fact that she did fucking want me, just as badly as I wanted her.

Edward M. Cullen was off limits because of the reality of it all, because of what she'd already realized I could make her feel and do, if we were to actually give in… but Masen… Masen was a free agent because he… he was nothing more than a pretend fuck without a face. He was a self induced, emotionless, finger bang tryst that would simply cost her $1.99 a minute with no further strings attached.

I had to tease her a little.

I wanted to make her smile.

No, I needed to make her smile.

Especially after seeing her leave the room so upset just a short time ago.

"Luck doesn't even begin to describe my life as of late, B. That being said, I'll gladly make you come every night of the week while you watch this poor neighbor guy come and go from his apartment."

"Sounds like a perfect relationship. The kind of relationship I apparently need in my life right now. You're like my own Fairy Orgasmic Godfather… ew wait… no… that so did not sound right… like at all. Do-over! Do-over!" She giggled playfully into my ears, and I smiled in reaction to my ability to make her laugh.

This girl was a fucking trip. The fact that she was going to be living right next door to me… I couldn't help but feel as though I'd won some twisted lottery that I hadn't even bought a ticket for. If I could really get her to open up to me, from outside her apartment's front door, and off her WiFi, we could actually have a lot of fun together in this city. I wanted to show her my entire world, and make her a part of it because I already knew someone like her would appreciate every goddamn corner we could potentially explore together.

"Well, I'm here four nights a week, love. Ready, loaded, and waiting. All you have to do is press that call button." I retorted, then leaned over to grab my cell from the desktop in front of me after I'd noticed it was silently going off.

I had five missed text messages.

Three from Jasper.

Two from my ex.

No one was dying.

All of them could wait.

"So tell me, what did this neighbor guy do that's gotten you so hot and bothered?"

She laughed again nervously while obviously thinking my question over, easily sending another quickened pulse to the center of my lap, then let out an adorable sigh that made my toes curl up in my shoes. I could almost picture her laying on her belly over the top of her mattress swinging her legs back and forth in the air above her flawlessly tight ass in those itty bitty tiny shorts she'd been wearing.

I hadn't seen her bedroom yet, but I absolutely imagined a small metal daybed pressed against a window in the corner of her room for some reason, with lavender curtains and some kind of cutesie lamp next to a dresser with a bunch of framed photos that would make her think of home... Wherever her childhood home might be.

Still so much to learn.

So. Fucking. Much.

The next time she invited me in, I'd have to be sure to sneak a quick peek inside of her sanctuary. It would certainly help me during moments like this, if she did continue to be a repeat customer of my gifted tongue, and smut filled mind.

"Your laugh does things to me, B. Crazy-crazy things." I shared, a little too honestly, after propping my feet up onto my desk in front of me. I checked the timer on my screen. Almost seven minutes down, twenty-three more to go, and I'd already have my bonus secured in my spank bank jar for the night.

I heard a knock on her end of the line, and instantly panicked, thinking Alice might actually shoot my chance square in the head with her sudden random act of neediness. For a moment, I almost grabbed my cell to send Jasper a text pleading with him that he keep Bella's bestie preoccupied for just a little while longer without actually telling him why it might be of importance to me.

"Tell A to go away, B. This is my time with you, and I'm not wanting to share tonight. Even if she's looking to." I breathlessly ordered, knowing it would make her both grin, and also crave my words that much more.

I'd barely finished my command, but she was already shouting to her best friend that she better go the fuck away or she would be making her day absolute hell tomorrow.

"Good girl." I encouragingly cooed into my mic, then repositioned myself back into my seat, feeling my own anxiousness begin to elevate all around me. I could hear Alice shout something back to her, but this time I couldn't make out the words.

Bella let out an exasperated huff, "Christ, hold on. She needs another condom."

ANOTHER condom?!

Jasper, you lucky little shit.

I now had a pretty good idea what all of his text messages would be about. The prick wanted to rub it in. I also knew I would be hearing all about Alice, in very graphic detail, for at least the next couple of days.

Once Jazz got a taste of something freshly new and exciting, he almost always became an obsessive addict until the next challenge, AKA; piece of ass, would present itself. The way Bella's best friend had successfully handled my own best friend… I had a pretty solid feeling she would leave a taste in his mouth that he wouldn't want going away anytime soon.

I could make out some low level murmuring going on in the background now, but still no actual words.

Then came the music.

Bella was setting the mood. Maybe even dimming the lighting a little by tossing a red scarf over that cutesie lamp I'd already pictured next to the dresser in her room.

I squinted my eyes towards my glowing computer screen while I attempted to listen closer. I needed to know what it was she had chosen to put on in the background during our privately shared, x-rated moment.

After all, a person's musical taste had the ability to tell you everything you'd ever need to know about them.

Oddly enough, this actually mattered very much to me.

… And then it happened.

My hands instantly pulled at the top of my head in disbelief.

No-way-in-hell.

It's as if she's been sent from the Sex God's themselves to enter your life, and change it forever, Cullen.

You can NOT fuck this up!

I pressed the palms of my opened hands into my temples, still soaking it all in. What I was hearing... what was now playing from her speakers...

Clear as day, I could hear one of my favorite songs from The XX.

Stars.

It was literally playing in her bedroom right now… right this very were only one of my all time favorite bands to fuck to. No big deal, right? It wasn't like that meant anything. Nope. That meant absolutely nothing. It wasn't as if a girls music preference held any bearing at all when it came to them remaining on my radar for an extended period of time.

Nope.

Not. At. All.

Lying to yourself won't help. You are seriously screwed, Cullen. Embrace it, because you won't be able to run from it. Not unless you move into cardboard box downtown, and leave her behind forever.

"Hey! Sorry! I'm back. My roommate is just busy adding another ring to her canopy. She shouldn't be bothering us again anytime soon." Bella easily shared with an exasperated huff as she settled herself back down against her mattress.

"Her what now?" This canopy thing she'd so casually mentioned had peaked my interest.

She laughed, and I listened to her take in another deep breath before loudly exhaling. "Okay. She has a canopy bed... you know, the big, fancy, gothic looking type with four posts, one at each corner, and it has like a netted sheet thing that's draped over the top of it? Well, she started making this chain with twigs she thins out using a pocket knife she's had since we were kids... She twists and links the rings together and drapes the chain of them from the posts. Each twigged ring represents a dick she's coddled in that bed. She's actually got three sides complete, and she's working on closing the chain within the next couple of months if she keeps at her current pace. The girl has been on a mission since the day she lost her virginity in the eighth grade. To be totally honest, I applaud her. Absolute dedication since day one. She wants to have a big party when she does close the last link on it. Rainbow Brite themed… don't ask why. It's a long story, and one I really don't want to tell tonight."

I was smiling like the damn chesire cat.

This was too good to be true.

Jasper's latest victim was worse than he was, and he had no fucking idea. The only difference between the two of them being he kept his tally marks behind a framed poster of Jimi Hendrix he'd had hanging on his bedroom wall since we were in middle school. Poor Jazz was in for a rude awakening, if he really did start tweaking for this chick on a regular basis.

Oh, it was going to be glorious to watch.

"Your roommate sounds like fun. Maybe we could do that three-way call sometime." I teased, instantly forcing a snicker from her perfectly shaped lips. I closed my eyes, picturing her gorgeous face… her gorgeously hot and bothered face, then released my own impulsive grunt over the image of her that had looked back at me once the darkness had set in.

"Well… it wouldn't be our first time sharing, but I don't think I want to share you, Mase. I think I'd like to keep you all for myself. She has her own playthings, and I have mine."

I nearly choked on my saliva.

Did she just tell you- she and her… her and she… that they…

"Wait a second, wait a second. Rewind, baby. Are you saying that you and A have shared a dick between the two of you? Like as in, at the same damn time?

She laughed bashfully over my lust filled inquiry, and my hard-on was officially begging to be released from my pants now.

"Just once. Last year. My boyfriend and I, we were on one of our twice a year breaks. It happened during a kegger at a frat house. There's actually a video floating around if you do a Google search for, A and B Take On Sigma-Pi."

"Are you- are you messing with me, B?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I lurched forward to pull up the internet browser on my computers screen in front of me, then instantly clicked my mouse over the Google search bar.

I was just about to hit enter on my keyboard when I heard her muffled giggling.

My extended index finger remained frozen, hovering over the keys, and I slowly began to shake my head with a half smirk forming on my now slightly bothered face. My heart actually felt as though it were about to beat out of my chest, so I had to laugh at her ability to suggest the possibility of the moon and the sun to me, only to yank it all away.

"You are messing with me."

"Only partially." she giggled again, "There's no video… that I know of."

With those purposely chosen words of hers, my hand was now rhythmically stroking over my very firmed and swollen cock. I couldn't help but get a head start. The mental pictures that were currently bombarding my every pervy thought, they'd taken complete control of me and I had no other choice but to ride the wave she'd chosen to send me on. "Jesus woman, I am so fucking turned on right now."

"Are you? Does that mean you're already touching yourself, Masen?" She seductively questioned, "Because to be totally honest, I am. Touching myself, I mean. I have been since the moment I hit your call button." She mercilessly added, forcing me to quicken my pace, just with the sound of her damn voice.

This woman was a sexual goddess in her own right. What the hell was she doing being trapped in such a miserable relationship with some tool who didn't even include her in his life plan before starting down some path that would ultimately put so much space between them? The guy had to be a complete idiot. There was no other possibility. That, or he was actually gay. I smirked at the thought, but then shook my head to free myself from thinking about her douche bag tool of a boyfriend.

"Baby, I am gripping my cock so hard right now. You have no fucking idea what you've done to me. If I had you in front of me, you'd be pinned against the wall with your legs spread, inviting me in- all the way in, to show you the moon and the stars all over again."

"Mmm, tell me what you would do to me against that wall. I don't want to only see the moon and the stars, Mase. I want to touch them with you. I want to make them mine... Make them ours while I scream your name with them dancing all around us, envying every part of our own existence." She breathlessly challenged.

I willed myself to slow my pace, then closed my eyes, again wanting to picture her gorgeous face and flawless curves.

Only this time, in my vision, I made sure she was absent of any and all clothes.

Now that I actually knew what B looked like, this was an entirely different experience for me. When I closed my eyes, I could feel my hands running through her hair. I could feel my fingertips brushing across her soft ivory skin… without even thinking, I pulled my t-shirt up to my nose with my one free hand and took in a slow but purposely deep breath.

Jesus Christ, just as I'd hoped, I could actually smell her dick pulsing scent on my goddamn clothes from when I'd had to catch her in my arms just a short time ago in the hallway of her unlit apartment.

"Masen? Don't leave me hanging. What would you do to my body?" She forcefully prompted after I'd gotten lost in my very real thoughts.

I shook my head to snap myself out of it, and smirked to myself before finally speaking again, "I'd start by bringing my mouth to the space just below your earlobe, B. Then I'd take your ear against my tongue and bring it between my teeth until your knees failed you, and you'd have no other choice but to collapse into my arms."

She moaned lowly, letting me know this was indeed a good place to begin. "I'd catch you, baby. I will always be here to catch you. Once I had you in my arms, my mouth would work its way across your collarbone, and my hand would continue to slide down your sternum."

Her breathing hitched, and again I smiled and licked at my lips, "My fingertips would stop for a moment, just to feel how fast your heart was actually racing over my skilled touch… Christ, your heart is about to beat out of your chest isn't it, B? I know mine is."

"It is," she whispered, another moan slipping past the hunger in her voice.

"I'd need to kiss you now."

"I think I'd like that very much."

I closed my eyes and moaned after gently biting down on my bottom lip as I envisioned her actual mouth meeting mine for the very first time. "Next, I'd take my fingers between your legs to spread you further open before me while my skilled touch continued to control your every move. God, I'm so hard right now, B. How deep can you take me? I wouldn't want to hurt you, not during our first time."

"I've yet to meet a man who could fill all of me, Mase, but I have a funny feeling you'd be quite the contender." She brashly shared, whispering her last couple of words before letting out an adorably soft yelp in apparent delight over her own skilled hands. "I'm actually pretty certain you'd be able to touch me in places no man has ever reached before."

Christ, she was good at this. Almost too good. I needed to slow things down a little, or I'd be beating her to the finish line.

Literally.

"We talked about toys earlier. Do you have any of your own, or do you typically stick with your slicked, gifted fingers?" I already knew she'd have at least one or two playthings. There was no way in hell she'd move hours away from her boyfriend without bringing a side piece with batteries to keep hidden in the back of her underwear drawer.

"Yeah, I have a few. A girl has to have a few mostly silent friends to keep her company on lonely nights like this. My blue pearled Rabbit, however, he can be a little loud sometimes. I plan on using him during nights when Alice goes out."

My mouth was salivating again, "Go get your favorite for me, beautiful."

I glanced at the timer above my computer screen. We were doing good. Without question I was going to have to find a way to spend some of my bonus money on her without her knowing where it had come from. She was earning this, just as much as I was, and a part of me was starting to feel a bit of guilt again over the fact that she was the one having to pay for it, while I was the one being paid.

My life was fucking blessed beyond belief. It was hard, remembering that only a few weeks ago I'd felt like my entire world was crashing down all around me. No money. No job. No girlfriend. No real prospects. No family worth turning to because the'd all turned on each other.

It's true what they say, sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can start to see the sun again.

Bella had unknowingly begun to evolve into becoming the center of my mundane universe, my sun, whether I wanted to admit that or not. My new neighbor was swiftly positioning herself within my world in ways that made me want to orbit around her for the rest of my goddamn days.

I wanted to know all the things. I needed to find out all of the things, and so-so much more. I longed for her to let me in, and let me stay there in her world- her real world, and I still barely even knew a fucking thing about her yet. The real her.

Not true, you know more than most probably. Give yourself some damn credit, Cullen.

I heard her moan suddenly, and snapped myself back out of my pussywhipped mantra of highly inappropriate desires while on the work clock, then forced myself to focus on the most current mission at hand- er in my hand… in our hands.

I was smirking again, and I was also more than ready to continue.

"What did you pull out, B?" I questioned after returning my grip to the base of my thickened cock once I'd applying a bit of lotion to my needy palm.

"It's a brand new toy actually. Just like you, Mase. My first glass piece, and it has silver sparkles in it. I bought it this afternoon after you inspired me to treat myself." She breathlessly shared, just before another muffled moan escaping past her parted lips.

"Someone like you should be treated often, baby. I'm only sorry I can't be the one to do it for you daily, on an hourly basis. I'm glad I can at least motivate you to do it for yourself, though. That makes me happy to hear."

"You motivate me to do all kinds of things to myself."

She had me smiling like the damn Joker again. I could barely contain myself. I wanted to spend the entire night with her on the line, but I knew that wasn't possible. I couldn't drain her bank account like that. I'd never be able to forgive myself if she ended up moving back home because she could no longer afford her half of the rent here in 'suck'em dry' Miami.

Twelve more minutes and I'd reach my goal. I'd have to cut her loose at that point. It would be painful having to go the rest of my shift after started my night out with her, but it was part of the job, and I desperately needed this job.

"Can you bring your new sparkled play thing between your legs for me, B? Are you ready to feel it slide deeply in and out of you while I make you moan my name?"

"Mmmhm. My panties are already across the room, Mase, and I'm so fucking wet, I don't even need the strawberry lube that was gifted with my purchase this afternoon."

"Fuck, baby, you don't ever need that artificial shit with me. I'll always have you right where you'll need to be without any bottled assistance." I assured her after quickening my own pace up and down on my saluting cock.

Being able to actually picture her now had without question totally changed the game. I could envision her red painted toe nails clenching her mattress after she'd carefully spread her legs with her knees bent before her trembling body and her back pressed against her fluffed pillows. Her wavy brown hair falling over her bared shoulders while her hand began to work the glass dildo in and out of her tight pussy.

Fuck me...

I knew she'd be tight. Regardless of the fact that she seemed well versed in the bedroom. Her chump of a boyfriend obviously couldn't handle her. That alone had to mean there was room for… growth, from actual girth.

She moaned loudly this time, and then released another soft giggle, "How big are you, Masen?" she breathlessly inquired, panting a little harder now between each word she'd spoken.

I considered feeding her the usual 'nine inches of absolute bliss, baby' line, but then reminded myself she may actually get to experience all of me someday, so it was better to stay on a road a little more realistic during our shared moments now.

"I'm a mouth full, 'd need a fairly deep throat to take all of me between your lips. Very few women have conquered this beast from my lap." I admitted, once again a little bit too honestly.

My ex had a terrible gag reflex… or at least that's the story she'd maintained during our three year relationship together. The last decent blow job I'd gotten had actually come from Jasper's older sister, just before I'd met Tanya. I still liked to pull that factoid out from time to time when he'd get on my nerves with his own pumped up sexcapade storytelling.

"Sounds like my kind of challenge." She moaned the last part into my ears, her breathing noticeably increasing a bit. That had, in turn, sped up my own game as I found myself inching her closer towards seeing those stars.

"Pinch your nipple for me, baby. With your other hand, I want you to bring that glass cock to your mouth now. Close your eyes and pretend you have me gripped in your hand, B."

She moaned and her lips instantly began humming in delight.

"Are you completely naked for me?"

"No," she admitted, sounding a bit bashful in her breathless response. "My tits are pulled out from my tank top though. It's moments like this when I wish I could bring them to my own hungry teeth, since you're not here to bite at them for me."

"Christ, I'm sure your tits are perfect just the fucking way they are, B." I forced out in return, feeling myself near my own finish line.

Pace yourself, man. Ten more minutes are needed here, and then you can float through the rest of your shift.

"Can you taste yourself on that glass cock gorgeous?"

Her response rushed from her lips, "Mhmm, delicious."

"I'd like for you to use your other hand to play with your clit. I'm sure it's begging for some attention from your delicate fingertips right about now."

"Well, I'd like for you to be in my goddamn bedroom right about now."

She was enjoying herself.

This was good.

"CHRIST! I could do this all freaking night."

"And I could sit here and listen to you moan while taking my direction all night long, baby, but I could never do that to your bank account. More often… much more often, is much better, in my book, over one extended moment shared once a week."

She moaned again, and I felt the sides of my mouth raise even further, while my flexed wrist attempted to keep up with her own pace.

"Play your clit, gorgeous. Move your fingers with purpose, paying extra attention to your slicked opening with every other swirl, then slowly, I want you to slide that glass cock between your legs until it can't go any deeper, B. Once it's there, I want you to tell me, and we're going to come together.

"Fuck, I am so ready, but I really don't want this to end, Mase."

"I'll be here tomorrow evening, B. Same time. Same place. We can have a complete repeat performance, I promise." I assured her, then spat into my hand to provide a bit more natural lubrication for myself before returning my palm to my throbbing member. "Squeeze your breasts for me with your freed hand baby, and work that cock between your legs. Hard, B. So, fucking HARD. Now, tell me how good it feels. Doesn't it feel amazing, playing with your clit while that slicked glass grazes across your fingertips, going in and out between your flooded pussy?" I moaned my last words, feeling myself inch closer and closer towards my own climax.

"So fucking good! Dammit! I would be riding your face so hard right now!"

"And I would be lapping up every ounce of you over my mastered tongue, B."

"Jesus, I'm coming, Mase! I am coming so damn hard!"

I listened as she squealed over and over again into my ear from my headset, and then without holding back, I reached out just in time to catch my own sticky splendor while I continued to pump my more than pleased cock into my opened palm from where I sat before my computer's screen. Her breathing was so heavy. So erratic. For a moment, I almost felt like I could go another round without so much as a two minute rest period.

"You really make me do very bad things, Masen,"

"I'll gladly make you do all the bad things, B... In ways you haven't even begun to imagine." I warned her, wishing I could be this bold in person when we were face to face, because I already knew I was addicted, and because of that factoid, I also already knew eventually, she could ruin me.

Shit, you still have six minutes on the clock.

Way to choke yourself out, chump.

Pillow talk.

Initiate pillow talk, stat, Cullen!

There was no way in hell I'd want to spend another full thirty minutes on one single call, no matter who called in. Not after having experienced Bella right out of the gate this evening.

"You okay? I questioned, feeling my own smirk raise at its sides when she impulsively giggled in response.

"More than okay. How about you?"

"You've certainly raised the bar, but I think I need to start expecting that from you, B. You're gifted. Truly gifted. Honestly, I almost feel like you're the professional here, and I'm your trainee."

She laughed again, and I envisioned her crimson cheeks turning an even darker shade of red, and then her hand covering face in adorable embarrassment. For some reason, that mental picture caused my dick to once again quake in my lap. I shook my head to myself in absolute disbelief over the way this girl had taken over my entire existence in a matter of… shit, in less than forty-eight hours.

Bella had no idea, but she'd become my mission. I was now determined to unlock everything there was to unlock, because I already knew she was keeping quite a bit locked away.

"Can I tell you something, Mase?"

"You can tell me anything, B."

"I'm scared."

My body lurched forward to pull a paper towel from the fresh roll at the side of my desk and I released a short exhale after wiping my hands clean in front of me, "What are you scared of?"

"Of what he makes me feel… when I'd catch him looking at me. I barely know anything about him yet, but he's already… he's already-"

Jesus. What the hell do you even say to that?

I, myself, suddenly felt like a dirty lying twat.

"Don't be… scared. Just, trust yourself. You'll know if he's good people. That being said, I'm not going to pretend I'm not enjoying his accidental ability of pushing you back towards me so soon. I'll gladly bask in his sloppy leftovers every night of the week, need be."

I mean, that was at least the truth.

"Like I said, you feel… safe."

"That makes me smile, B."

That was also the truth. A guilty truth, but the truth, nonetheless.

Before I could stop myself, the words were already past my lip, "What exactly does he make you feel?"

"I- I don't know yet. Is it weird that we're talking about this? It feels a little bit weird."

She was starting to sober up.

I didn't know what to say.

It was unfuckingbeliebably wierd, but I couldn't tell her that.

That would break all kinds of rules, and I needed this job.

"What would you do?"

"Well, I don't think I'd ever deny myself the opportunity to make a new friend."

I wasn't about to tell her to run to the hills.

That would have been crazy.

My eyes glanced at the clock. Three minutes to go. That was nothing. We hadn't even begun to hang up our call yet.

"As for me making you feel safe, I could think of no better compliment. Even if it is driven by the fact that I'm a faceless stranger with the ability to make you come without even being in the same room with you."

"You're beyond talented." She replied just above a whisper.

"And you only know the half of it."

Her breath hitched, and then returned to its brisk rhythm, hitting each ear reciprocally from the headwear I was forced to wear.

One and a half minutes.

"Do you think some people come into your life just to test you, and make you question your path, Masen?"

Again, her question caused me to pause and sit up a little straighter. She was still tipsy, but she was asking the type of questions any sober person might in her situation.

Just, usually not out loud.

One minute.

"I think some people come into our lives exactly when we need them to, B."

She laughed nervously, and then cleared her throat in a way that made my heart speed up all over again.

"Wow, you sure do think highly of yourself don't you?" She giggled with the completion of her sentence, then released a soft sigh into my ears. "I should get going. It sounds like things have finally quieted down in the next room, so I might be able to get some sleep before A, and her new play thing wake up feeling re-energized."

Thirty seconds. Slow it down.

"When will I hear from you again?" I sounded like a pussy whipped fuckboy, but I didn't even care. I couldn't wait for our next call, and I already knew I'd be craving it from the very moment we'd ended this one.

"I don't know, mystery guy. I suppose that will depend on the boy next door, and how hot and bothered he continues to leave me."

"Godspeed boy next door!"

She laughed at my jubilant cheer, and my eyes watched as the clock ticked down from; ten… nine…eight… seven… six...

"'Till next time Mase?"

Three… two…

"Until next time, B."

One.

When I pulled into the parking lot, my eyes instantly shot up to Bella's apartment door. The sun would be coming up in about an hour. I couldn't help but wonder if she had to be at work this morning. I hated coffee, but I had a feeling I'd soon be finding a way to pretend to like something off her work place's menu. Especially if it meant I'd have a reason to frequent said workplace on a regular basis just to see her hidden smile for five minutes.

I spotted Jasper's car still parked right where it had been when I'd left last night for work. The asshole actually got to stay in Bella's roommates bed overnight. Not a usual preference for him. This should surprise me, but at the same time it didn't surprise me at all.

Maybe he's passed out on your couch?

Ha, right.

Doubtful.

My hand reached into the back seat of my car, and I grabbed at my black baseball cap to place it over my head, then gave it a tug. The winds from the storm hadn't let up much. In fact, I was actually shocked to see the power was still back on and running in our complex.

I lifted myself out from behind the steering wheel of my silver BMW, a gift from my dad that could quite possibly be repossessed any day now, then clicked the button on my keyring to lock it up behind me after I'd gently closed the door. I kept my eyes on my phone, scrolling my Facebook feed while my feet automatically carried me towards the elevator that would take me up to my apartment.

My ex, Tanya, had recently shared all kinds of oiled up bikini selfies flaunting her flawless features for all the world to see and comment on. She'd almost maxed out her follower cap, and it was because of shit like this… her unrelentless need for approval from absolute strangers... And shit like this, was why it had actually been a blessing in disguise the day I'd walked in on her cheating ass in our apartment.

"Didn't your dad ever tell you to stay alert while walking in dark parking lots?" An all too familiar voice suddenly called out, swiftly snapping my head up from the glowing screen in my hands.

My dick twitched in my pants when our eyes finally met.

She was laying in the dark over one of the long lounge chairs on the pool deck, wearing some black form fitting cut off shorts and a light blue tank top—sans bra.

With her hair pulled up into a messy bun at the top of her head, and a mischievous smile on her face, she was doing things to me in ways no other woman had ever done before.

"What the hell are you doing out here all alone? It's barely six in the morning." I questioned, taking another careful step towards her. She shrugged her shoulders and turned her head to look back up towards the dark sky that was hovering above us. You could actually smell the ocean in the air, that's how breezy it still was.

That scent alone had instantly caused me to crave something that actually wasn't sex for once.

"Couldn't sleep, and then your friend and my friend decided to start in on round five, so I decided to get some fresh air."

"Round five. That's my boy!" I effortlessly teased, then casually checked the time on my phone. A little over thirty minutes till sunrise. I had an idea. A slightly cheesy idea, but it was an idea and I was going to roll with it before I could second guess myself and change my mind. "Wanna experience a Miami Beach first, and then maybe grab some breakfast?"

She turned her head with her brow now raised and eyed me with an obvious peaked interest, but suspicion was clouding her immediate response.

If she agreed to leave with me, I, of course, had the perfect pit stop in mind on our way to IHOP. She would like it. In fact, I already knew it would win me all kinds of gold stars, so at this point all I needed was for her to say yes.

"Come on, I'll drive, and I've even got a spare hoodie in my car for you."

Bella still hesitated. I could almost hear her relentlessly arguing with herself inside that embattled head of hers.

Should she? Shouldn't she? If she did, would she? Could she control herself around me?

Yes-Obviously-Hopefully-God I hoped not.

"I mean I barely know you... I should probably tell you that Alice and I used to watch Dexter religiously. I know he lived in Miami. I'm not looking to go out and partake in any serial killings this early in the morning, neighbor boy." She teased, actually sounding slightly nervous when she did finally laugh.

My eyes smiled down at her, and I cocked my head backwards towards the parking lot behind me. "No murdering. Promise. I only do that on Wednesday's. Come on. One life, right?" I reminded her with a casual wink leaving my eye, hoping it didn't come across as pathetically needy as it had felt. I swear I saw her entire body shiver in reaction to me, and my hard sell. That sight alone had allowed my shoulders to finally relax and my nerves to settle.

When she started to lift herself up from the chair, I had to force myself to remain calm and keep my pussywhipped grin from shining through on my overly pleased, and triumphant face.

"You have to tell me where we're going though, so I can send Alice a Welfare text."

"Just tell her I'm taking you to my favorite morning spot by Jasper's place. He'll know where that is, if I should decide to kidnap you." I confidently commanded, then smirked to myself over her wide eyed reaction.

The first time she opened her mouth nothing came out. I stared at her parted lips, and felt things once again shift in my pants. "Fu-funny." She finally stuttered once we both began walking. My feet brought me to the passenger side of my car, when we'd reached it in the parking lot, and I clicked the button on my keyring to open the door for her before she could change her mind.

She smiled up at me, the moon crystal clear in her dark haunted eyes, then she reached out to playfully tap at my shoulder with her extended index finger, "A gentleman, are we?"

"My father might have failed me, but my momma didn't raise no fool." I quipped, watching her carefully sit herself down into my car's dark leather passenger seat. "Seat belt." I ordered paired with another wink from my eye, then closed the door beside her, feeling her own eyes on me the entire time I'd walked back around the front of the car to seat myself beside her behind the steering wheel. She remained silent when I started up the car. The scent of her now familiar perfume surrounded me in the small space we were both sharing and it threatened me in ways I'd never experienced.

It was all still so absolutely insane to me.

Shit like this wasn't supposed to happen in real life.

It just wasn't.

People weren't supposed to meet the girl of their dreams, fresh out of a relationship, while working as a phone sex chump, and then that girl wasn't supposed to literally turn up at their doorstep hours later… and also not actually be single.

"Ready?" I asked, turning to look in her direction.

She grinned and slowly nodded one time after anxiously biting down on her bottom lip before releasing it from between her perfect teeth to open her mouth. My eyes stared at her parted lips, waiting for her next words while wishing I could just lean over and press my own smile against hers.

"Oh, I'm ready. The question is, are you ready, neighbor boy?"

A/N: Anddddddd that's where I'll leave you for now. Like I said, I have the next few chapters of this pretty much finished, they mostly just need beta work, but I'm also working on wrapping things up with TMF. I'll try to update this again within the next 2 weeks give or take. If you're reading TMF, you can start to look for an update by next weekend.

Does Bella know Masen's true identity? If not, how long can Edward continue to play from both sides before getting in too deep?

*Reviews make me smile, as thanks for making me smile I'll pay it forward with an outtake in your inbox written from Bella's POV when she runs into Edward beside the pool after his shift.*