Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters, Stephenie Meyer created them, I just play with them.
Rose was waiting for me outside the Mechanics class workshop when I arrived. She was tapping her foot chewing on some bubblegum. She acted inconvenienced that she had to wait for me, but I saw the twinkle in her eye when she saw my jeep.
She turned her head to hide her smirk, pretending to look at the clock, but I knew her. I waited for her to finally look my way and smiled at her, our first sight of the day was always my favourite. Although, our partings were always a close second. Whenever she looked at me when she said "bye", I could see the woe she felt about leaving. She would never admit it, but her eyes gave it away. She was going to miss me, and she didn't want to leave my side. I don't know which was better, seeing how happy just seeing me made her, or seeing how sad she was when we had to part.
She saw my smile and let her own radiate across her face. She may put on an act to make herself look strong, but the truth is, Rosalie just wanted love and happiness. She didn't believe in the first, but I could show her that she already loves me. That she is already happy.
I rolled down my window and honked at her.
"Hey sweet thang, wanna go for a ride?" I pretended to tip my hat at her, playing up the attention.
She giggled at me, and I could see in her eyes, it was a genuine giggle. She rarely faked her smiles with me, but I always knew when I crossed the line.
"I'm not sure if I can do that, sir. You see, I only ride with gentlemen."
I got out of the car, prancing up to and behind her. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I put my chin on her shoulder and kissed her neck.
"I missed you. Been thinking of you all morning." I whispered into her ear. I squeezed her tighter and kissed her earlobe. When she didn't say anything, I turned her around to face me. Her eyes had lost the glimmer in them. She still had a grin, but it wasn't as genuine. I always told her I missed her when we were apart, and she never liked it, but I wouldn't give up on her. I loosened my grip on her hips and pulled her closer to me, not forcing, but offering. She reluctantly followed my hands guidance and let her body press against mine.
I stared into her eyes, trying to bring back the sparkle. "You think I'm not a gentleman? I'd like to fight that assumption!" I said, allowing my dimples to come through. I liked it when she created the kiss, instead of me making the first move.
"Of course, if you think I'm not a gentleman, I could always let you drive yours-"She forced her lips onto mine, urgency in her kisses. Her lips were soft against mine, but the deadliest I had ever tasted She pressed her body against mine, pushing her tits into me, connecting our pelvises. That was my girl, didn't care who saw us, she liked to show me off. Her hands eagerly searched my body, finally landing on my ass. She could feel my dick hardening against her and pushed me into her pelvis, moving herself to create friction. Her kisses turned hard and desperate. She finally broke our mouths' connection, and moved one hand to the back of my head, gripping my curls. She yanked my hair, which made me automatically thrust into her. She pulled my head down, closer to her.
"I don't want to ride with you, Emmett. I want to ride on you. Let's ditch Jake." She whispered into my ear, squeezing my ass and grinding against me. I couldn't reply, only a moan escaped my lips.
Realization suddenly hit me. We were in the middle of a sidewalk, at her school, and she was rubbing herself on my junk. Fucking right.
I sighed and stopped Rosalie's moving, creating a distance between my craving dick and her tempting body. I suddenly felt like we had an audience. I looked over Rose's shoulder and saw a guy simply standing there, gawking. I don't think we were being very subtle with her movements; he had to have known what was happening.
"Rose, we have an audience." I said as I put my forehead on her shoulder, resisting the temptation to yell at the fucker to leave so Rose could continue.
"Has that ever stopped us before?" I could hear the smirk in her reply, as she squeezed my ass, trying to lessen the distance between herself and my dick. I kept my ground and didn't let my hips budge. She let go of my ass and I thought I won the battle. I lifted my forehead from her shoulder and opened my mouth to speak, but damn, was I wrong about winning. Before I knew it, her hand was pumping my dick through my jeans. She just wasn't going to give up today, was she?
"Rose." I muttered. I couldn't let her start anything here. "Fuck." was all that would come out of my mouth. Her pumping just felt too right, too important. My mind focused on her movements. My hand idly found its way to her mouth. How I wanted to be in that mouth, her warm lips wrapped around me, her tongue causing the friction her hand was creating. Just as I thought that, she stuck her tongue out and licked my thumb as it caressed her lip. Her tongue's sudden appearance made my mind race.
"Aw, fuck. Rose. Stop. Please." I grabbed her hand mid-pump. I almost let it go, but I just had to win one internal battle today.
"Why? Not fair." She pouted, and I had to look away. She knew I would give her anything she wanted with that pout. Not today, I kept internally repeating to myself.
"We have things to do; we can't stand here all day with your hand on my dick." I looked around, "and, we're in the middle of a fucking sidewalk." I took a deep breath, trying to keep my mind from her mouth, her tongue, her sweet, sweet… "AND I'm supposed to be showing you that I am a gentleman, not a hand lotion dispenser. Come on, darling. Let's go."
I quickly adjusted my pleading dick, fighting my natural urges to just fuck Rosalie right here on the sidewalk.
I grabbed my girl's hot hand, walked her over to my jeep and opened the door for her. Once she was in, I leaned in and gave her a kiss. I leaned out and shut the door, winking at her as I did so. I walked around and climbed into the driver's seat. I had to adjust myself again, so as to be at least a little comfortable while sitting.
"You're no fun, Emmett." Rosalie said, staring out the window at the school.
"Rose. I just didn't want to be standing on a fucking sidewalk as I burst into my jeans. Now we're both sexually frustrated and we can use it to our advantage later. I promise." I winked and wiggled my eyebrows at her. "You think I wanted to stop? My body will be cursing me later. Let's just go back to my place and relax. Jake will be around soon." I started the jeep and, licking my lips, I turned to face the road ahead of me.
"Yeah. You might be able to use your frustration later. I'm not really feeling that idea right now." She stopped and glared at me. "Fine, let's go hang out with Jake. So he can ask me how he can get in Bella's pants. Wonderful." She exaggerated the word 'wonderful' and stared back out the window.
Ah, fuck. This afternoon is going to drag, the thought kept running through my head.
The ride back to my place was extremely quiet. I tried to joke around, even laughing at myself to try to make her smile. It didn't help at all. Rosalie was pissed at me and I knew she wouldn't calm down until she got what she wanted. She had a very one-track mind.
When we arrived back at my place Jake was waiting on the front step. I parked far enough into the driveway that from the front steps he wouldn't be able to watch our exchange, and turned off the ignition. Rosalie was sitting and staring at me as she undid her seat belt, waiting for me to talk. After I didn't say anything, she grunted, starting to open up the door.
"Wait, Rose. I'm sorry. Just, be good. Please? Jake won't be here long. And my parents are gone until 11. We'll do whatever you want after, I won't say no at all, but only if you're good. Okay?" I reached over to caress her cheek, but she pushed my hand down.
"Alright Em. Whatever. Let's go." She opened her door and waltzed out.
Rosalie definitely had an attitude to her, sometimes it was heaven sent, and other times it made time with her crawl.
I knew that if I had cancelled on Rose it would have been a lot worse then what it would've been if I just invited her over. Any time together, even without a sexsion, would be better then completely bailing on her.
I stopped her in front of the jeep, forcing her to look me in my eyes. "Rose. You have no idea how bad I want to just go upstairs with you right now. But we can't. So you can be as sarcastic as you want to him, until he leaves." I kissed her, crushing my lips into hers to try to cheer her up.
She broke the kiss this time, against my protest. "No need to be cruel to the boy, he just came over to hang out with his fuck-awesome cousin and his deadbeat, gorgeous woman. Let's play nice." She ended with a genuine, yet evil, smile. Seeing her smile brought back the cheer of my day.
"Thank you, baby. Now, let's go play some video games." I grabbed Rose's hand and led her to the front of the house, turning the corner of the house to walk up the front steps, Jake was standing, waiting.
"What were you guys doing back there? Having a quickie before coming out here?" He laughed at his insinuation.
"Emmett said no, I was trying to seduce him, nothing like doing it while someone's waiting. What's up Jake?" Rosalie nudged Jake's shoulder. I just stood, gawking at her. What the fuck was up with her? She never acted like this. I laughed when I noticed Jake's expression, which matched mine, and I could tell he was as confused as me.
"Uh, nothing. Nice to know you have the balls in the relationship. I always knew Emmett had none." Jake nudged me in my side, trying to get my attention.
I turned to face him, and I swear I saw my girl glare at me.
"You're doubting my balls? I know you have none, sleepwalking naked, shit, the whole neighborhood knows you have none." I laughed through the last sentence. He never liked that story. Jake's smile faded, his cheeks turning a dull red.
"Oh, Bella would love to know that. I'll make sure I tell her." Rose said, smirking at Jake.
"Fuck off. Give me your keys." He glared at me, and a loud laugh escaped me.
Maybe this afternoon won't be so bad. I thought to myself. Yeah, right.
Jake unlocked the door and let us all in.
We settled into the house, getting food and drinks to keep ourselves happy. Jake wanted to try out a new game he had just bought for the Xbox, and Rose and I were his favourite gaming people.
Rose wasn't a girly girl, but she wasn't a butch, either. She cared about how she looked and her actions, she accentuated her femininity, but at the same time, she was confident enough in herself to let her masculine characteristics show. Rosalie loved cars, and was taking classes to become a mechanic. She also loved video games. She gamed as much as any man I knew, but she only gamed with certain people.
She hated Jake, but something about killing him repetitively via video game intrigued her.
I settled down into my favourite seat on my leather couch and grabbed my controller. Jake sat closer to the TV in my recliner, and Rose sat by my side. She brought her feet up onto the couch and was leaning into my shoulder.
The first hour flew by, with us all focused on the new game. After the hour we all knew what we were doing, and our distractions set in. Jake started eating my food and getting crumbs all over my recliner. He stuffed his face full of chips, barely able to shut his mouth.
I laughed when I saw him struggle to chew the mass of chips. It was pretty entertaining.
"Damn Jake, you wonder why you're single?" Chuckling, I focused back on the game.
"Fffhut up Em. Fffey r good." He managed to blurt out, crumbs flying everywhere.
Rosalie looked over at Jake to see what I was talking about. She started to giggle and took a deep breath. She exhaled with a deep, seductive moan. I looked at her, wide eyed and imagination soaring. She sat there, licking her lips. I focused back on the screen, keeping my brain on the game, and not what her tongue could be doing to my body right now. Rosalie shot me, causing my player to lose a life.
"Oh, look at that big missile! Boy was it fun to play with. Sorry, baby." She said, as she tapped my right leg with her hand.
"It's okay, babe. I'll get you back." I kissed the top of her head.
"You better." She muttered, and she stopped her patting. She rubbed her hand on the inside of my thigh, up the middle of the seam of my jeans.
My body was craving the attention and reacted to her touch.
I grabbed her hand, pulling it off my leg.
"Better stop playing with such big missiles, Rose. You don't know what kind of trouble you'll find." I said out loud. Hoping she would get the hint and leave me alone. This was her payback for what I did earlier, it must be.
I shifted in my seat to hide the hard on Rose had given me. I hoped to God Jake wouldn't turn around. We were close cousins, but I didn't want him seeing my dick pushing against my jeans.
Rose was quiet again, playing her game. My mind, however, was on other things. What we would be doing if Jake weren't here, where my hands would be exploring, how fast I would be pushing into her. She did her sigh moan again, while watching me.
Focus on the game. Focus on the game. Just as I got my mind back on track and into the game, Jake killed me.
"Ah, crap! Good one, Jake."
His responding chuckle made me laugh. Good moods must run in our family, Jake laughed at just about anything.
"You were so close, Em." Rose said as she looked me in my eyes and smiled at me. "Nice try." As she distracted my eyes, she moved her hand onto my jeans, skipping my inner thigh. Again with the hands! This time, she went right for the goods. She rubbed on my jeans, feeling my dick harden, again, under her hand.
I grabbed her hand, hovering for a second. I just wanted her to continue, Jake, or no Jake.
I pushed her hand onto her lap and moved my knee up, blocking her access to my requesting hard on.
"Enough. Seriously. That isn't funny, Rose." I hissed into her ear.
"You did it to yourself." She said aloud, while she killed my player once again.
"Oooh, Yeah. Baby! Right there!" Rosalie half moaned, rubbing her tit on my arm. I ignored her, not giving her the gratification. My body didn't, though, and she knew. I adjusted myself, again.
Mind on the game, mind on the game.
Jake had turned around to face us; his face screamed that he was uncomfortable. Shit, what did he see?
"Good uh… game. Hey, Em?" He forced out, like a kid caught with his hand in the jar. He turned away to look at the screen.
"Rose… What's Bella doing these days? Still seeing the fairy?" He chuckled at himself.
"Of course. He brought her to the ballet. And a 'fancy restaurant', had her eating out of his hand." She imitated Bella's voice, putting some sneer into the statement.
"Are you jealous, Rosalie Hale? Jealous of simple little Bella?" Jake looked at Rose, his smirk taking up half of his face.
Rosalie snorted. "Fuck, no. She's so whiny, plus, she has a princess for a boyfriend. I'd rather have Emmett, thank you. He's so much harder and bigger then Edward anyways." She turned her head and winked at me. I smirked back at her. "Emmett doesn't drag me to cliché dates like the ballet either. He knows how easy I am. Give me some meat and our date is good."
"Uh, cool. So, summary of that – you don't like Edward. That makes two of us." Jake ignored half of what Rose said. Good.
"You know what, Jake. Give me your number. I'll hand deliver it to Bella myself. Then we won't have to constantly beat around the bush. You want Bella, in many ways. Maybe you'll be the one to actually sex her crazy; she needs a guy to do that. Cullen stays away from her like she's got prunes growing down there." Rosalie didn't take her eyes off the screen.
"I uh… you want to… Bella? My number?" Jake's face lit up. Rose was giving him false hope. I'd witnessed Bella and Edward together. They might not be having sex, but they had more love flowing between them then anyone I've seen in a long time. At least Bella could admit she loved Edward, admit she cared. "Sure, sure. Give her my number. 342-4325. And tell her she can call whenever she wants."
Rosalie put the number into her phone. "Deal. I'll even tell her to set up coffee with you. You do drink coffee, don't you? I know you're really young and all, but …" She stopped to look at Jake, one eyebrow raised.
"Yeah. Sure, sure. Coffee sounds great." Jake looked extremely nervous. His face contorted dramatically and I laughed at him.
"Jake, relax. She's just a girl. She'll call. Rose will make sure she will. No reason to be so nervous." I chuckled out.
Rosalie kept playing with her phone while Jake and I played the game. She got bored of it, and thank god, because I think she was just using it as an excuse to tease me. Touching, moaning and rubbing was her game plan. She was going to be paying me back later for that, so help me.
My body was on high alert and my mind was constantly going to thoughts of Rose and I together, butt naked, pushing, pulling, thrusting, biting…
Jake put his controller down on the table with a loud bang.
"Well, I'm done." He got up and grabbed his game. He went towards the door to leave.
"See you Jake. I'll make sure to give Bella your number. Keep waiting for the call!" Rosalie shouted, with attitude. She was probably happy that he would finally stop asking her about Bella. Rose held her phone up and shook it, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, for sure. I'll be waiting for her." He winked back at Rose and opened the door.
"Later, Jake!" I called over the back of the couch. He may be a guest, but he was here enough that I didn't have to get up to let him out.
The door clicked shut and I turned to Rosalie. I furrowed my brow and stared right at her.
"This morning wasn't enough? You had to tease me all afternoon too?" I said, as I leaned in to kiss her. Her lips felt too right against my own, my lips crushed against hers with a sense of need. I grabbed her hips and placed her on my lap, squeezing her ass into me.
"It's just too fun, Emmett." She responded, gasping between our kisses.
I undid her jeans and started to take them off, but she wouldn't move her legs. I tried to push them farther down, hoping she would get the hint. Was she going to make this entire time difficult? I turned her over so I was on top of her, and grabbed her jeans, pulling them off. I returned my mouth to hers and she pulled me into her. Her tongue snuck between our lips and I met hers with mine. Her hands grabbed my belt loops and she wrapped her legs around me. I reached to pull her thong down. Our breathing was ragged and hard.
I had a grip on her thong and could feel her desire as I pulled it down, caressing her thighs as I did. She moaned and bit my bottom lip. I started to move my hand up her thigh to tease her like she'd been teasing me.
We'll shake up this town, and shoot down the stars for our enjoyment… so sexy we are, so sexy we are, we just don't know it…
"Don't answer it, Rose. Please." I begged, my hand continuing to move up her thigh. I could feel her heat when she answered the phone.
"Hello Jazz." She said as she pushed my hand away and sat up.
"You're here? Alright. I'll see you in a minute, thanks again." She closed her phone and looked at me, her bottom lip plump and kissable.
"Sorry Mr. McCarty, I have to go. Jasper's here, waiting in the driveway." She pointed out the window and brushed past me to stand up. I sat down, defeated, on the couch.
"Why is he here?" My voice was laced with frustration. Watching her as she pulled her jeans back on.
"I texted him after Jake gave me his number." She smirked at me, proud of her little move.
"So you knew, you could have stopped me, but you knew." I laughed. It was the only thing I could do.
"Okay. Well, it was fun. Have a good night." I stood up, quickly adjusted myself and walked over to her. I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug.
"Yeah, Em. You too." She sounded so cold. I kissed her cheek, and held her hand as I walked her to the door.
"I love you, Rose. I'm sorry I said no to you earlier. I hope we can see each other soon. I miss you already." I moved the hand I was holding up and kissed the back of it.
"Emmett…" She stopped and just stared. She was the boss in our relationship, no chance at even hiding it. She ruled what we did and how we did it. I had to go along with what she wanted, but I didn't care. She was my queen.
I smiled big and bright for her, making sure my dimples showed.
I kissed her cheek, along her jawbone and underneath her ear. I moved her hair back and put my mouth in line with her ear.
I knew what she wanted to hear every time we parted, and I wasn't up for any of the games she would play to make me say it.
"Fuck, Rose." I whispered, "You are cruel and unusual. But you are also beautiful, and I adore you."
I opened the door for her and watched her walk to Jazz's BMW. I waved at Jazz and noticed Alice was in the car with him.
I laughed. I guess Rose was about to go through torture with Alice. Just like she tortured me. Lucky girl. At least it was a short drive to her school to pick up her BMW.
I stared at the closed door for a few minutes, trying not to let my frustration turn into anger. I took a few deep breaths but sill felt the urge to hit something. Grabbing one of my shoes from the floor, I threw it across the room. It hit the side table next to the recliner, scattering papers all over the room. I stalked over to pick up the papers, and as I bent down to clean them up, I turned and repeatedly punched the soft padding of the recliner.
I walked back to the couch, feeling a little less frustrated, and sat down. Grabbing a bag of chips, I turned on the TV and found the next PG rated show I could find. A PG rating would make my evening a lot easier. I wasn't about to give Rose the satisfaction of knowing she led me to masturbation. I could hold back, and she'd pay for it all next time.
Just as I settled in to watch TV, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and checked it.
Next time. Just let me finish whatever I want to do. Today would've been a lot better if you would've just had fun before.
I knew it. Frustrated as I was, I forced a laugh at her text. I loved that girl, but wow, was she vengeful.