AUTHOR's NOTE: I highly recommend listening to Pink's song, U & Ur Hand, just to help set the tone for the first part of this chapter. Also, I want to thank every single person who is following this story, and special cyber hugs going out to those who have been kind enough to leave me a review. (Oh, and just a note of warning, this is a HORRID cliffhanger. lol I know ya'll gonna hate me. I will post the next chapter this weekend.)

Chapter 4: Exposed

EDWARD…

The pounding and erotic beat of Pink's U & Ur Hand took over the room and Bella. In the space of a few seconds, the shy and uncertain Isabella Marie Swan transformed into a confident, sexy-assed bitch who'd had it up to her tits with men. I was mesmerized. I glanced at Jake. He was completely absorbed, biting his lower lip and grinning devilishly. I turned my attention back to Bella. My hopes of keeping this evening under control sank as I watched her dance and sing her way through the first stanza. We were fucked.

Check it out
Going out
On the late night
Looking tight
Feeling nice
It's a cock fight
I can tell
I just know
That it's going down
Tonight

Her hair was mussed into sexy tangles, her legs spread seductively wide and one knee bouncing with the beat, the "mic" held to her mouth and her sultry brown eyes boring a hole in both of our faces as she sang in a strong, confident voice. We were no longer Edward and Jacob. We were the dickheads in Pink's song whom she was determinedwere not going to ruin her fun.

At the door we don't wait 'cause we know them
At the bar six shots just beginning
That's when dickhead put his hands on me
But you see…

At the chorus, she slinked closer and loomed over me, her expression arrogant and condescending. I heard the triumph in her voice, the confidence in the words she was belting out. The woman singing this song had been hurt, but she was better now, thank you very much. She didn't need me buying her drinks or feeling her up.

I'm not here for your entertainment
You don't really want to mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it's over
Before it began
Keep your drink just give me the money
It's just you and your hand tonight

During the last line of the chorus she mimicked a guy jacking off by thrusting her crotch forward, pumping her fist up and down, and throwing her head back in ecstasy. My cock jumped into overdrive at the sight. The woman in this song—the woman Bella had morphed into right before my eyes—didn't need a man, didn't even want a man, but instead of turning me off, all I wanted to do was throw her down on the floor and give it to her hard.

Midnight
I'm drunk
I don't give a fuck

Wanna dance by myself

Guess you're outta luck

Don't touch, back up

I'm not the one

Uh Bye, bye

It was Jake's turn. Second verse, she straddled his outstretched legs, one knee bouncing again in rhythm to the beat, one hand on her hip in cocky defiance. When she sang the words, 'I don't give a fuck', she sneered, bent over and jabbed him in the chest, giving me a nice view of the crevice between her thighs. Jake laughed and licked his lips. He was eating up her bad-ass, sexy attitude and so was I.

Another chorus, another round of fist pumps to the crotch and I was fighting to stay put on the sofa. My cock was rock-hard and testing the strength of my pants as it strained against the thin linen fabric.

On the last verse, she beckoned for Jake to dance with her. He grinned and joined her on the floor. Every move she made—every sexy swivel, every hard thrust of her hips, every jerk of her head and sling of her tangled hair—Jake copied, laughing the entire time. He even joined in with the fist pumping move in the chorus. He grabbed his boner through his pants and stroked himself in the most vulgar way possible, feigning an orgasm while squeezing his balls—B-rate porn at its worst. But Bella didn't seem to mind. She grinned and pointed at his crotch, all the while never missing a beat in the song.

Then the music stopped; the song was over. The confident woman who didn't give a fuck and just wanted to drink and dance the night away alone, disappeared. In the sudden silence, Bella giggled and covered her mouth; her face flushed pink. Was she embarrassed?

Jake dropped down on one knee and grabbed her hand. "I think I'm in fuckin' love," he moaned with an exaggerated sighing swoon. Bella giggled some more and told him to shut up. "Marry me, Bella," he pleaded dramatically. "I can't live without you. I want to spend the rest of my life raising your Happiness Quotient one orgasm at a time."

Jake was laying it on thick, and thankfully Bella saw it for the bullshit that it was, just more of his normal lunacy. She snorted and yanked him to his feet, and then yelped with laughter as he slid his arms around her waist and swung her around in circles.

"God, I love your talented, sexy ass!" Jake exclaimed when he set her feet back down onto the floor.

Bella laughed, dipped her head and blushed again. She seemed embarrassed by all of the attention. Finally, she looked to me for a reaction. I'd been watching all of the silliness between them with a strange detachment. My body was reacting as any man's would, but my mind was swimming aimlessly in circles, like a man-overboard who didn't know which direction to go to get home. Where was I? Oh yes. I remember now. I'm an escort, a glorified prostitute in expensive clothes, in a ritzy company apartment, who's been paid an ungodly amount of money to entertain this woman standing in front of me waiting for me to speak. You do not have feelings for clients, Edward. This CANNOT happen.

"Are you trained?" I blurted out suddenly, silently thanking God that my brain decided to switch on at the last moment. Because, despite the sexy dance moves and the hard-on they'd given me, her voice was what had stunned me the most. It was strong and clear and perfectly pitched. The girl had a set of lungs on her that would make a mediocre pop star turn green with envy.

"Trained?" she asked, frowning and shaking her head at the seemingly randomness of my question.

"Your voice. Have you had formal training?" I asked.

Jake was standing behind her and watching me curiously over her shoulder, but I ignored the silent questions I saw in his face.

She laughed and nervously brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Pffft, no. Just me and Alice and a Karaoke set, goofing around on the weekends."

"You're an incredible talent," I stated simply, not even bothering to disguise the awe in my voice.

She gave me the strangest look, like this was news to her, or like she didn't believe me. Her neck turned pink again and her cheeks flushed. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft and hesitant and shy. "I'm…I'm glad you liked it."

That's when I felt it, that strong, overwhelming sense of connection with another person, a damned fucking connection with a client, which was NOT supposed to fucking happen. You have to fight this! I battled with myself in those few moments over what to do or say to prevent this entire evening from turning into a fuck-up of mammoth proportions, but I came up empty and just stood there looking and feeling like a brainless idiot. Luckily, Jake came to my rescue. He knew me better than anyone, and had an uncanny ability to sense when I needed my ass pulled out of the fire.

"Let's move this party into the bedroom," Jake suggested smoothly, flicking his dark eyes in my direction. He pushed aside her hair and planted a soft kiss on the back of her neck and then glanced back at me. I swallowed hard and sent Jake a grateful 'Thank you' with my eyes.

"Good idea," I said, turning the full-force of my seductive charm on Bella. A fucking connection with a client was the last thing I needed in my life right now. It was time to get back on the clock and get this job done, just pull up the steel wall and keep the emotional bullshit to a minimum. "Jake and I are pretty talented ourselves," I said, giving her the cockiest grin I could muster.

Her lips parted slightly at my pronouncement and the blush returned. Beautiful.

"That we are." Jake said, laughing softly into her hair.

BELLA…

Edward had disappeared from the room, and Jacob was busy lighting candles while I stood in the middle of the bedroom and eyed the furnishings.

I was suddenly feeling a little off-balance and nervous. This whole evening had spiraled out of control somehow. What had happened back there in the living room? Alice and I had never performed our "To Fuck With Men" song in front of anyone, let alone two men. I felt like I'd violated a sacred trust between friends. Either that, or my body and soul had finally been completely taken over by my inner skank, like some demon possession gone horribly awry.

Honey, I've been telling you for YEARS we'd have more fun if you'd just let me loose a little more often.

I ignored that inner voice and thought about Edward asking if I'd been trained, and then telling me I was an incredible talent, and then me blushing hot in response like a giggly little preteen on a mall date. What was going on here? What did any of this have to do with my 21st birthday and meaningless sex? Even with my clothes on, I was suddenly feeling very exposed. These two men were drawing me out and making me show them things about myself that had never seen the light of day. Yeah, I was a slut, but only in my mind, and only then when I was really horny. I was a professional singer belting out songs on stage only in my daydreams, and never in front an audience, not even an audience of two.

You need to just relax, Bella. Chill. I pushed aside those thoughts and in an attempt to shake off my nervousness, I focused on the bedroom and its furnishings: plush beige carpeting, smooth, light walls with just a tinge of tan, a dark brown wing-backed chair with beige throw pillows in the corner near the bed, and beside it an elegant three-legged round wooden table, and no television, which was no surprise. Leather and Lace provided their own entertainment. Fine art and gold fixtures were scattered along the walls, at least the ones that didn't have windows or mirrors.

Mirrors? Hot DAMN! "Bella Does Eddie & Jake" now showing at IMAX SEX! Your source for 3-D porn!

Oh my god. Now that I actually took notice, there were mirrors everywhere, understated, but strategically placed mirrors that seemed to fit in seamlessly with the decor. A huge closet with mirrored sliding doors paralleled the bed on one side—a perfect side-view of all the action. At the foot of the bed, on the opposing wall, there was a desk built into a recessed niche, and it was the exact width of the bed. A beautifully carved wood-frame mirror hung on the wall above the desk, and managed to fill the entire space, providing a clear view of the whole bed and giving the phrase "rear-view mirror" an entirely new meaning. Something made me glance upward, an instinct borne out of reading too many trashy romance novels. Yep. There were mirrors on the ceiling above the bed, but not just any mirrors. These weren't the cheesy square mirror tiles you bought by the box at Home Depot. These were cut into circles and half-moons and elongated curves, and all fitted expertly together to form an elegant swirled design above the bed. It fit the tone of the room without making it look trashy. Yes, Leather and Lace was one classy organization.

Then my gaze drifted across the room to the far wall, which wasn't a wall at all, but was instead nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows. No drapes, just glass from one corner of the room to the other. I could see my reflection in the large panes, and Jacob's as well, as he moved about the room lighting candles.

And finally, a single doorway between the windows and the recessed desk, which apparently led to a bathroom or a kitchen, and from which Edward now emerged. He must have seen my gaze focused on the windows, because he supplied the details without my asking.

"We're on the top floor. We can see out, but no one can see in," he explained. Then he smiled crookedly, which made my stomach lurch up into my throat. "We have complete privacy."

"What do you think?" Jacob asked, after he'd finally lit all of the candles and dimmed the lights. "I saw you scoping out the place. Not what you expected, huh?"

"No," I admitted with a small laugh. "I'm really surprised that there's no Austin Powers bed."

In place of the stereotypical round stud bed, there was a king-size normal bed that was covered with a tan satin duvet, and piles of pillows—tons of pillows, now that I looked closer. I wondered why a bed would need so many extra pillows until I remembered the back seat of their car. This bed wasn't here for sleeping. No one could ever get a good night's rest with that many pillows, not unless you threw them all in the floor before you crawled between the covers. No, this bed was a "full-service" bed, just like Leather and Lace was a "full-service" escort company, and Edward and Jacob were "full-service" men.

"We have a little bit more class than that," Jacob joked.

"Not much," Edward quipped and then laughed. "Jake dreams of owning a waterbed someday. It's his life's dream."

"Hey, it's good for the back," Jacob asserted, but I noticed the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Yeah, right," Edward said, rolling his eyes.

While tossing jokes back and forth, both of them had managed to drift across the room and were now standing next to me. My nervousness had returned, despite their attempts to ease my tension with their light banter.

What the hell is the problem, Bella? They've had their hands all over you all night, and both of them have been downtown already. What's there to be nervous about? This is the good part, the FUCK-HAWT sex part! Chill OUT!

Yeah. Chill out. Uh huh.

"I really like the dress, but it needs to come off." Jacob.

"I'll get the zipper." Edward.

One in front, and one behind, and me in the middle suddenly feeling very shy about my unveiling. Thank god the lights were dimmed and there were candles everywhere. Even a girl like me, with skin the color of a fish's underbelly, looked good in candlelight, right?

The zipper was down; a draft of cool air hit my back. Jacob gathered the hem up into his hands, while Edward worked the same maneuver from behind. With arms raised, my dress traveled up my stomach, my chest and over my head in a flourish of static. Jacob laughed and smoothed down my flyaway hair, and then total silence fell over the room as eyes raked slowly over my body. I watched Jacob make the visual journey from my face to my thighs with his dark, glittering eyes, and it was a damned leisurely trip he was making, like he had all day to take in the sights along the way. I felt very exposed and a lot uncomfortable. Then he pursed his lips together and sucked in a breath.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed, his voice low and sultry, his eyes dark and hooded. He touched my breasts very tenderly, almost like he was afraid I'd break. He lazily dragged his fingertips across my nipples, causing them to harden, and then down the center of my stomach. I loved the contrast of his dusky skin against my paleness. "Perfect," he sighed.

Then Edward tugged gently at my shoulder from behind, his silent command to let him have his turn at the admiration party. I took a deep, nervous breath and slowly turned so that I was now facing Edward and my back was to Jacob.

Both of these men were exceptionally beautiful. Jacob was stunning with his tanned skin, vivid white smile and quick laughter. He was so outgoing that he immediately put me at ease, despite his smoldering good looks. But, it was Edward's quiet beauty that intimidated me the most. He was fashion-model gorgeous: tall, slender, and had the most amazing eyes I'd ever seen. His aloofness added an element of mystery to him that puzzled me, excited me and made me nervous, all at the same time.

What was behind those cool blue-gray eyes that now swept all over my body? Nothing of what he was feeling or thinking showed on his face as he made his visual appraisal of me. What had happened to the Edward who had laughed while I was dancing and singing, and who'd spoke of my talent with such awe in his voice?

Instead of touching my breasts like Jacob had, he lightly trailed the fingers of his right hand down my arm, sending chill bumps racing across my skin. "You're like a marble statue, so smooth. A living, breathing Venus de Milo," he said softly.

"Except she has arms," Jacob interjected from behind me with a chuckle.

Edward's eyes flicked over my shoulder in Jacob's direction, and then darted quickly back to mine. There was no humor in his expression at Jacob's remark. Instead, his eyes had turned that smoky gray, just like back in the car. Lust in its purest form.

There was complete silence in the room as Edward lightly brushed his fingers down the center of my chest, as his eyes swept over every inch of my body that he could see, as his breaths came shallow and quick. I did my own fair share of looking, and the man was aroused and hard, his erection pushing out and off to the side against his dress pants. I felt my own breaths quicken in my chest at the thought of him inside of me.

"Do you want me to do a striptease, or are you going to do the honors?"

Jacob's voice broke the spell between us. Edward blinked a few times and seemed to come to his senses. He shot a glance at Jacob behind me, and then I watched in total fascination as he transformed right before my eyes. His jaw relaxed and his eyes seemed to lighten, although that was probably just an illusion. I couldn't explain it except to say that it felt like there was an invisible wall between us now. Jacob was wide open and showed you everything there was to see about him. Edward, on the other hand, was an enigma that I couldn't figure out.

WHAT. THE. FUCK? Is this Psychology 101? Do you see a damned couch anywhere in this room? The man has a cock. It's hard, and it appears to be in good working order. What else do you need to know about him?

"Oh, no," Edward insisted, shaking his head and fighting back a smile. "I swear to God, if I have to watch Jake do a strip tease, I'm outta here."

We all laughed. The intimate moment was gone, and the light bulb finally came on in my head. I finally put two and two together in those few seconds. Jacob and Edward were in this escort thing together, like two men in a boat on a journey across the sea. Edward was a passenger, but whether he was a willing passenger or a reluctant one was yet unknown. Jacob was the rudder. He kept the boat moving in the right direction, and made corrections with his joking banter when things got off course, when things got too intimate, when things got too heavy.

OMG. Just take the man's clothes off already, and shut up with the arm-chair analysis. Leave that to the experts and just get on with the FUCK-HAWT SEX! THAT's what we're here for, not this Freudian shit, which, may I remind you, you know absolutely NOTHING about!

That voice in my head was right for once. I wasn't here to figure these two guys out. I was here to get laid. This was my 21st birthday present, courtesy of my best friend, Alice, and if I wasn't careful I was going to completely mess it up and waste a ton of her money.

"I'll take them off," I said, switching on my best provocative smile and turning to face Jacob.

Since we'd already wasted too much time talking, I got down to the business of relieving Jacob of his clothes. No slow, seductive unfastening of his shirt for me. No. My fingers flew over the white buttons. I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and he shrugged it the rest of the way off for me. Then he pulled his white wife-beater over his head and tossed it aside. With the cocky confidence of a man who knew he looked good, he stood before me with a crooked grin and allowed himself to be inspected.

Woohoo! Laundry day has arrived! Get the detergent and the dirty clothes and let's put this fucking eight-pack to work, baby!

Jacob was ripped. No other way to describe it. I ran my fingers down his washboard stomach, and those eight squares were as hard as concrete. His shoulders were wide, the muscles in them well-defined, and his guns were massive.

"Wow." As soon as the word left my mouth, I felt as stupid as an airhead teenager, but Jacob didn't seem to mind. He flashed his white teeth at me and chuckled.

"Thanks," he said, grinning. Then his eyebrows rose and he glanced down south. "Pants?"

I chickened out. "You do those."

While Jake was pulling off his socks, loosening his belt and unzipping his fly, Edward was running his hands all over my back and thighs, very light and brief passes of his fingers that relaxed and excited me at the same time.

"Mmmm, that feels good, Edward." I closed my eyes and moaned softly, as chill bumps spread like wildfire down my arms and back.

"Bella…"

I opened my eyes at the sound of Jacob's voice just in time to see him kick his underwear to the side with his foot. My gaze shifted from the floor back up to Jacob's…

Oh…

My…

Sweet…

Jesus…

I wouldn't call myself a penis connoisseur, since I'd only been lucky enough to lay my eyes on Mike's—which had been lovely, but nothing to write home about—and the occasional toddler who'd succeeded in ripping off his diaper in broad daylight, and those tended to resemble the little Vienna Sausages that came in cans. I was completely unprepared for this.

"Do you need a magnifying glass?" Edward snickered behind me.

Jacob's eyes narrowed as he glared at Edward over my shoulder. "Jealous much?" he asked, smirking.

I heard a sarcastic snort from Edward behind me, as I frantically searched through my brain for that long-lost formula for the circumference of a circle.

A magnifying glass?! Hell-fucking-no! What we need is a penis protractor to measure THIS baby!

What was that damned formula again? Something about a pie? Circumference of a circle equals Pi divided by the radius? Or was it the diameter times the radius divided by Pi? Or maybe it was two times the radius and the whole thing divided by Pi.

This isn't Dick Geometry and you're not going to find a Penile Protractor just lying around on the dresser. You've already got the perfect tool to measure that circle, so GET TO IT, BELLA!

I reached out and closed my fingers around Jacob's thick, hard shaft. He sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes drifted shut and a small, satisfied sigh slid out from between his parted lips. My fingers encircled him and almost touched. If I squeezed just a little tighter, my thumb might have actually met my other fingers, to complete the circle, but I was afraid of hurting him, so I left that quarter-inch gap open. I loosened my grip and stroked him lightly with my fingers, from the base all the way back up to the tip.

"God," Jacob opened his eyes and groaned softly. "That's enough, babe. That feels too damned good."

I reluctantly pulled away, but my eyes stayed glued to his groin. He was larger than Mike had been, but not so large that he was scary. His pubes were dark, and close-cut, almost like he had a sexy five o'clock shadow going on.

Five o'COCK shadow, you mean. My inner slut giggled silently.

"Dark Satin," I breathed, raising my eyes to his.

Jacob's cocky grin instantly disappeared, and his eyes got darker, if that was even possible. "What did you say?"

"That's my name for you. Dark Satin," I answered.

He looked at me strangely. A small frown creased his forehead. He smiled in amazement. "That's beautiful, Bella. No one's ever…"

He shook his head and left the rest of the sentence unspoken, but I got his meaning. No one had ever given his body such a beautiful name before, but that was what it had felt like the few short moments I'd held him in my hand. Dark Satin. Every bit of his cocky attitude was gone. I smiled up at him, and it was the real Jacob Black I saw smiling genuinely back at me, not the escort paid to entertain me.

"My turn," Edward murmured into my hair.

As I turned around to face Edward, Jacob snickered. "Hold on. Let me get the smelling salts. She might need them."

"Jake, shut up," Edward sneered playfully. He had a tiny grin hanging onto the corners of his mouth, and a glint of something deliciously evil in his eyes. Jacob laughed under his breath in response.

I repeated the same procedure with Edward: fingers flying over the buttons of his shirt, him tugging it off his arms and tossing it aside. As the wife-beater rose over his stomach and over his head, I realized that Jacob had been a lot less than truthful. Edward didn't need a molded plastic six pack to go with his pink superhero costume. He was just as ripped as Jacob, except his build was leaner and sleeker. I ran my fingers over the six hard and defined muscles of his lower stomach.

"Jake is a lying ass," Edward said smugly. "In case you haven't figured it out, he continually puts me down, but of course, it's to compensate for his own physical inadequacies."

"How about we let Bella decide who's inadequate." Jacob laughed and buried his nose in my hair, pushing his cock against me from behind. My alter ego and I shivered at the feel of that thick shaft of steel rubbing one out against our ass.

Without asking, like Jacob had, Edward started stripping off the rest of his clothes. His socks first, and then followed by his belt, his pants and finally his boxers, which he kicked off to side with his foot, which caused his…

OH.

MY.

GOD…

Complete silence descended over the room. Even my inner whore was rendered speechless by the vision before me. I fought to keep my mouth closed and not let my jaw drop to the floor, but I wasn't entirely successful.

"I've told him he needs to tattoo a warning label on that thing to keep from scaring away small animals and even smaller women," Jacob said, snickering.

Edward smirked, but kept his eyes on my face, waiting and watching for my reaction.

"It's…nice," I said feebly. Yeah, it was a stupid response, but what do you say when you're staring at the most incredible dick you've ever seen in your entire pathetically sheltered and virginal life?

I'll tell you what you say. My inner 'ho-bag finally found her voice. Damn, that is one fine barber pole, honey! Let me at it, and I'll paint some stripes on that motherfucker with my tongue!

"Might I suggest some names?" Jacob interjected into the awkward moment. "Godzilla? King Kong? T-Rex?"

I was wondering what else I should say, when my mouth opened of its own accord. "Will it fit?" I asked stupidly.

Jacob guffawed loudly behind me, but Edward didn't laugh. Instead, he cupped my cheek in his palm. The smirk was gone; his eyes had softened. That wall I'd felt between us before had disappeared.

"I won't hurt you. I promise," he said tenderly.

I believed him.

"Go ahead. Touch him," Jacob spoke into my ear. "Anacondas don't bite. They just squeeze you to death. So as long as you don't let him wrap it around your neck, you'll be fine."

I couldn't help but laugh at Jacob's comparison, even though it was greatly exaggerated. Edward's wasn't an anaconda, but it sure wasn't a newt either. I was itching to touch him, so I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, just like I had with Jacob. They met, but just barely. He sucked in a shallow breath and let his eyes drift shut with a soft moan. Then I stroked him lightly from base to tip and it took a little longer to make that trip than it had with Jacob.

"You're Pale Silk," I said softly.

Edward's eyes shot open, and they were once again a deep, smoky gray.

"Pale Silk," he repeated. "I like that."

Then without warning, he gathered me against him and kissed me. His fingers threaded through my hair, gathering bunches of it up into his fist as he devoured my mouth. I was aware, in the shadowy recesses of my mind, that "devoured" was a cliché straight out of a cheesy romance novel, but I'd never had a man get so completely consumed with my mouth before. Devoured was the only word I could come up with to describe it. It was the most intense kissing we'd done since this night had begun: a continuous round of gentle nibbling, tender sucking, and deep thrusts of his tongue. He barely gave me time to catch a breath in between, before his mouth was on mine again, and during it all, he pressed that silken cock hard against my stomach.

"You going to let her come up for air?"

"Sorry," Edward murmured softly underneath his breath. But, when our eyes met, we both knew that he wasn't sorry, and neither was I. We pulled apart, reluctantly. Jacob was standing alongside us now, one eyebrow cocked and grinning.

"Condom time," he quipped, in a pretty good imitation of M.C. Hammer. Edward grinned and caught the packet that Jacob tossed to him.

The only thing I knew about rubbers were that they came in pretty boxes and were shelved beside the tampons in Wal-mart. Mike and I had never used them, since I'd been on the birth control pill for a long time before I'd met him. I watched in fascination as Edward and Jacob rolled them on with a practiced expertise borne out of years of experience.

There was not much talking after that, or joking. Edward moved to the bed, arranging and fluffing pillows to some unknown Leather & Lace criteria. When he was satisfied, he motioned for me to join him.

I didn't know what to expect now that it had finally come down to the actual sex. Would they lay me out flat on the bed and take turns, or would I be on top of one of them? Who was going first? Did we need to draw straws or pick a number between one and twenty-five? I was so out of my league.

Lucky for me, Edward and Jacob had things all figured out, and the situation I found myself in was in no way, shape or form like what I had imagined. Edward was leaned back against a tall pile of pillows in a semi-reclining position, his thighs spread wide and his legs hanging off the end of the bed. He motioned for me to lie between his legs with my back resting against his chest. We scooted around and adjusted our position on the bed until he was satisfied.

Jacob was now standing at the end of the bed, his dark eyes moving over every inch of my prone body. He tenderly stroked his hands up and down my thighs as he made his appraisal.

"Babe, you are going to love this," he said softly.

So, it was Jacob who was going to go first.