Ch. 3: S.E.X
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EPOV
She was gorgeous. She had long, brown hair that hung at her waist and was shinier than- Jackie? No, that's not it. Jennifer? Nope. Whatever her name was, I couldn't give less of a fuck. Her eyes were deep pools of brown, not dull like most girls with brown eyes. She was average height and was built like an athlete. Her smile was bright and I couldn't help but return it. This girl was going to be my latest project.
The two girls standing by her sides were nice looking, but nothing compared to the brunette beauty. The blonde looks like she would be a good fuck, but I hardly noticed her. I looked to my right and saw Jasper had his gaze locked on the short one with dark, spiky hair. He didn't even know her name yet and she already had him wrapped around her tiny finger. To my left, Emmett was practically drooling and eye fucking the blonde. He always had a soft spot for blondes. I'm just glad we had our minds set on different girls. If one of them had shown an interest in the brunette, I would have had to beat their asses.
A voice broke me out of my thoughts. "Guys, this is Alice," our manager said, pointing to the short, pixie-like girl, "she was the one who won the contest." Alice stepped forward and began rapidly speaking.
"It's so nice to finally meet you three. We're huge fans and we just want to say thank you for taking the time to meet with us," Alice said, bouncing around from foot to foot. She needs to lay off the coffee.
"These are her two best friends, Rosalie," he pointed to the blonde, "and Bella," he said pointing to the goddess before me. Bella: what a fitting name. She smiled again, and I had to inconspicuously adjust my pants. Fuck, I hadn't even officially met this girl yet and she already had me hard. I need a cold shower.
Emmett, Jasper, and I walked forward towards the girls. Jasper went up to Alice and stuck out his hand for her to shake. She surprised him, as well as the rest of us, by throwing her arms around his neck. Once she realized what she had done, she released her grip and started mumbling her apologies. Jasper didn't seem to mind though. He grabbed her hand and started whispering some lovey-dovey shit in her ear. Emmett walked up to Rosalie. She stuck out her hand and Emmett engulfed it in his massive grasp. I'm sure he was hoping he would get a hug like Jasper did. Everything's a competition with him. They started talking, but it appeared to me that she was playing hard to get by not really giving him a reaction.
Time to turn on the charm. I stepped up to Bella, and took her hand in mine and brought it up to my lips, kissing her knuckles. As I did so, I looked up into her eyes. I have been told that when I did this, I could have girls eating out of the palm of my hand. Girls always ate that romantic shit up, so I figured Bella would be no different than Jessica. That's her name. I would have to remember that for later. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Bella." I looked up and attempted to give her a peck on the lips, thinking that once I did, I could probably have her in my bed tonight.
Bella surprised me by yanking her hand out of mine and slapping me across the face. Oh, I like them feisty. "Don't. Touch. Me." She spoke so calmly, it was much more terrifying than she appeared on the outside. "I know who you are and what you do and you must be an idiot to think I'm like all those other bimbos who literally fall into your lap at your so called 'charm'. If you ever attempt anything like that ever again, I will cut your balls off and feed them to my dog. He probably won't even touch them for fear of catching a disease. Keep your hands to yourself and your dick in your pants. Do I make myself clear?"
I was stunned, to say the least. Never in my entire life, had some girl talked to me like that. If it was possible, my dick grew impossibly harder. A pissed off Bella was sexy as hell. I would have to try a different tactic. I was determined to win her over. I had many tricks up my sleeve and one of them was bound to work. For now, I decided to play along with her and agree to her requests. "Crystal." I stepped away from her and took my seat on the opposite couch, Jasper on one side and Emmett on the other. Emmett never took his eyes off Rosalie and Jasper did the same with Alice.
As I took my seat on the couch, I noticed how our manager was looking wearily between Bella and me. It was almost like he was expecting something more to happen between us. I was hoping that was the case, so long as it involved her in my bed, underneath me, screaming my name.
"So, do you have any questions for the guys?" our manager asked the three lovely ladies.
Alice spoke up first, "So what are you guys interested in?" Even though she was speaking to all three of us, her eyes never left Jasper's. It was like they were locked in some private, silent conversation or some shit. Jasper wasn't as open about his sex life as I was, so for him to be looking at Alice like she was the air he needed to breathe was a big fucking deal for him. Maybe he won't be so wound up all the time if he's around Alice twenty-four/seven. One could only hope.
"Well, I'm really interested in the Civil War era and I just recently finished fixing up my 1966 Mustang, so now that that's done, I have a lot of free time to spend with these buffoons."
"That's so interesting. You know, Rosalie also has a 1966 Mustang. She's not quite done restoring it, but it's her baby. Maybe you could stop by and help her out one day," Alice informed Jasper.
"That would be cool with me," Rosalie said. "I don't let these two anywhere near my baby because they haven't the slightest clue about classic cars. I'm almost done, I just have to make a few adjustments, but you're more than welcome to stop by," Rosalie said. Alice and Bella stared at her in obvious shock.
"Take it," they both said in unison. "She never lets anybody touch her baby," Alice added.
"Yeah, that sounds cool. We'll set up a time when we don't have games scheduled," he accepted.
Un-fucking-believable. Jasper has known these girls for a whole two minutes and he already earned himself an invite to their house! If he can get one, I'm sure I can dazzle one of them into letting me join.
"As for me," Emmett began, "I love to work out, as evidenced by these bad boys." Emmett flexed his freakishly huge biceps. I couldn't help but notice out of the corner of my eye that Rose licked her lips in anticipation, I'm sure. I punched his arms as he flexed. "Hey, what was that for?!" I just shrugged. "As I was saying before I was interrupted," Emmett shot me a death glare that I just shook off. "I also love to just sit at home watching movies and playing video games. Oh yeah, I love food, so if you can cook, you're my friend for life." Leave it to Emmett to bring food into any conversation he possibly could.
"Bella can cook. She makes the best food; I haven't had anything of hers that I haven't liked, right Alice," Rosalie said. Alice just nodded her head in agreement. I looked at Bella, and she had a slight blush across her cheeks at the compliment "You could come over with Jasper and sample Bella's food," she invited.
"Call me whenever you need me to sample something. You know, you always want to make sure the food tastes good. If it doesn't, I guess I'll just have to eat it all to make sure you don't have to suffer."
You have got to be fucking shitting me. These two both got invites. I had to step up my game if I had any hope of making Bella mine. It was time for another special trick of mine and I hoped it would work.
"What about you, Edward? What do you like to do?" Bella asked in a sweet voice. She was clearly testing me and I wasn't about to fail this test. I'm sure she expected me to say something about my sex life, but little did Miss Bella know that I had other interests besides satiating that side of my being.
"I love to do many things, but my most favorite activity would definitely be playing my piano."
"Oh, really? Have you ever composed any of your own pieces?" Bella asked, thinking she had me.
"As a matter of fact, I have. At this moment, I'm working on a piece that just came to me recently." Little did Bella know that the composition was forming in my mind as we spoke. I'm going to have to sit at my piano when I get home to write it down and polish it up. Bella seemed stunned by my comment.
"What else do you like to do besides playing the piano?" she asked. Her face was now composed.
"Reading. I prefer the classics to most anything put out these days." I smirked confidently at Bella.
"Favorite author?" she asked, skepticism showing in her bright, deep orbs.
"That's easy." Bella sat up straighter in her seat, preparing for my answer. "Are you ready for this?" She nodded her head and I continued. "Dr. Suess." Bella's expression was hilarious. Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes grew as wide as saucers. I couldn't help but laugh at her reaction to my answer.
"How is Dr. Suess classic?! His 'poems' are mindless and idiotic," she complained. She stood up from the couch and started pacing back and forth in front of it. I kept laughing, not even worrying about trying to cover it up. "This is not funny, Cullen. I was expecting you to be serious and say something like Twain or Dickens, or something like that. I should have known that the only readings you could comprehend would be designed for five year olds." I felt that I had put Bella through enough misery for now.
"Bella, calm down. I was just joking. Shit, lighten up a little bit. Do you want to know my real answer?"
She had stopped pacing and was now standing in front of me, looking down at my face, and nodded slightly. I took that moment to not so discreetly examine her body. Her legs were long, her stomach flat. She was well endowed in the breast department. I couldn't help but imagine her writhing beneath me in pleasure as I fondled her breasts. Oh fuck! I was getting harder just thinking about it. I couldn't get a real good look at her chest because she had her arms crossed in front of her, but I could use my imagination. "Cullen, my eyes are up here, not down there." I looked up at her, completely unashamed at getting caught staring at her chest. I smirked up at her and she repeated a question she had apparently asked me. "Answer?"
"Sorry, I got a little distracted." I smiled up at her, which might not have been the best decision.
"You are such a pig," Bella said disgusted. I had completely forgotten that we weren't alone in the room until I heard Emmett say something about someone finally putting me in my place. I shot him a pointed glance, but he just held his hands up saying that it was the truth. I looked at Bella who was still waiting.
"My favorite author would have to be Dickens. You seem to know a lot about literature, so tell me Bella, who is your favorite author?" She didn't seem to be expecting that because her eyes showed the shock she otherwise refused to express. It amazed me how Bella showed every emotion through her eyes.
"Brontë. My favorite book would be Wuthering Heights." She still had her arms crossed in front of her chest, still annoyed that she had found me staring at her chest. It's not my fault she was beautiful.
Alice seemed to sense the tension between Bella and I, but really, who couldn't? "Bella's an English major at Cal State Fullerton," she informed, still as bubbly as the moment we walked in the door.
"Oh really? What do you plan on becoming once you have your degree?" I asked, truly curious about her future plans.
"Eventually, I want to go to the Olympics for softball. My pitching coach went in 2004, and it's my goal to be in the 2012 Olympics. I got a full ride to Cal State Fullerton and since English is my second favorite pastime, I decided to major in it." I was surprised to hear her high aspirations of going to the Olympics.
"So you're a pitcher, huh?" Bella merely nodded. "You'll have to pitch for me sometime. I'll pitch to you in return and we'll see who is better." I challenged.
"Name the time and place and I'll be there," she accepted. I was fairly confident that I could hit off Bella with no problems, but I was curious to see what she could do on the mound.
"Maybe I could stop by and help you on your batting technique?" I asked, hoping this would be the way to get my invite.
"I've got a batting coach for that." Why didn't I see that coming? She got a full ride softball scholarship for Christ's sake. Of course she has a batting coach.
"If you ever change your mind, here's my number. I could also catch for you if you'd like." I handed her a slip of paper, hoping she'd accept.
She took the piece of paper, looked at it for a quick second, and stuffed it in her bag. Ouch.
Jasper cleared up the tense air by asking Alice what she liked. She said that she loved fashion and was going to FIDM to become a fashion merchandiser. To go along with her clothing fetish, little Alice apparently loved to shop and drag Bella with her and Rosalie.
Rosalie loved cars in general. It surprised me when she said she fixed up her own '66 Mustang. I never would have pictured the statuesque blonde as the mechanical type. Emmett was drooling when she said she was majoring in engineering. To him, cars and girls were what made the world go 'round.
After that first tense question, Alice and Jasper jumped into their own conversation, as well as Emmett and Rosalie. That left Bella and I in an awkward position. She clearly wanted nothing to do with me, but I, on the other hand, wanted to know everything there was to know about her. Every time I would ask her a question, she would either just nod or shake her head, or offer me one syllable answers.
"Alright, guys. It's time for you three to head to the locker room and change to warm up."
"I'll see you later, Bella." Jasper and Emmett had invited them to join us for our traditional post game dinner at TGI Friday's. These girls must have been special because it was another rule of ours that we weren't allowed to bring dates of any kind to our dinners. To let three come was a big fucking deal.
Jasper and Emmett earned kisses on the cheeks and fucking invites to the girl's place while I didn't get shit. How the hell does that work? Edward Cullen always gets what he wants.
As the three of us were following the manager to the locker room, Jasper spoke first, "Well at least they weren't three balding, middle-aged men."
"That's for sure," Emmett agreed.
"So, do you guys think there is any way I can join you when you go over to their house?"
"I'm afraid not, Bro. We were given specific instructions not to invite you. Apparently, Jacob is friends with Bella and he has been telling her to stay away from you and not to fall for any of your tricks."
"That bastard! Who the hell is he to tell people what I do with my personal life?! Fuck, now I'm never going to get Bella. How the hell does Black know her anyway?" I was fucking pissed.
"They grew up together in Washington. Their dad's are best friends or some shit like that. Rosalie told me that she called him up the other day to catch for her, so if you're trying to get into her pants, I'd advise you to stop while you're behind. As long as he keeps feeding her the horror stories regarding your sex life, there's no chance in hell Bella will want to spend time with you, let alone go out with you."
By now, we were in the locker room, changing into our uniforms. Coach came in and informed us of changes in the line-up. "Alright, Lackey was injured at practice, so Adenhart will be starting today." Nick Adenhart was a rookie that just started playing with us this year. He was a decent, nice guy, so much better than the fucker James. Speak of the fucker and he shall appear. James sauntered into the locker room as the rest of us finished changing. "Why are you late?!" Coach roared. The number one rule among the team was never being late. James said nothing because he knew that no matter what he would say, the result would be the same. "Kennedy, you're starting second today." Adam nodded his head in acknowledgement and finished lacing up his cleats.
I finished getting ready and, after Coach left, decided to hassle James a little bit. "Where were you?"
"Why the fuck do you care?" he asked as he threw his jersey over his head.
"Oh no reason, I just want to know who I can send my condolences to."
"What the fuck are you talking about, Cullen?"
"If you were 'with' somebody, if you know what I mean, then they've got to be dying or something if you're the one they chose to do it with."
"Go fuck yourself, Cullen."
"Ooh, sorry, I can't. I've already got a date with a hot brunette tonight that's going to take care of that."
I was pulled away from James by Jasper and Emmett, into a far corner of the locker room. "What the hell was that?!" Jasper asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, clearly not knowing what they were talking about.
"What you said to James is what we're talking about. That was low, even for you." Emmett explained.
"He deserved it, after what he did to me at the last practice. The douche had it coming."
"Nobody deserves to be talked to like that," Jasper said
"Well, what the fuck do you want me to do? It's already said and done. There's nothing I can do that can take it back. I'm not a fucking magic man or some shit."
"Will you just fucking listen to yourself! You don't need to be a magic man to make a wrong that you did right. You can apologize! I don't know if you missed that day in kindergarten, but apologizing is when you go up to someone and say sorry for what you fucking did or said." I have never seen Emmett so angry
"I know how to apologize, I'm not an idiot." I crossed my arms like a defiant child.
"Really? You could have fooled me. If you don't knock this shit off soon, there's going to be hell to pay. The way you treated Bella earlier was no way to treat a woman. In fact, I'm glad Jacob told Bella about you, because right now, you are earning every bit of your reputation. That stunt you just pulled with James was unbelievable. I understand that you don't like him, but who gives a shit? Ignore him for all I care. All I'm going to say is that karma is a bitch and it's going to come back and bite you in the ass."
Emmett's words really hit me hard. Generally, Emmett and Jasper were always right there with me in our quest for sex. Ever since they met Alice and Rosalie this afternoon, they have been acting different. I looked at Jasper and he was just nodding in agreement to everything Emmett had said. They were really reprimanding me for my behavior.
"Fine, whatever, I'll go apologize." They seemed satisfied with my decision, so I walked back to James' locker. He was just lacing up his cleats. "James?" He didn't look up. "Look, I'm sorry for what I said about you earlier. I was out of line and I had no right to say what I did."
"Whatever, Cullen." He stood up from the bench and pushed past me, his mitt tucked under his arm.
I sighed and walked back to the corner where Jasper and Emmett were waiting for me.
"So, how did it go?" Jasper asked, knowing by my expression that it could have gone better.
"I apologized but he just brushed me off and barely acknowledged me." I shrugged in indifference.
"At least you did your part. Come on, we need to head out to the field to start warming up before coach sends a search party after us," Emmett said. He and Jasper walked out of the locker room, with me trailing behind them.
After hearing Emmett and Jasper complain about my recent behavior, I knew that I needed to somehow make it up to Bella. I couldn't give a shit if James liked me, but knowing that Bella probably hated my guts made my stomach churn with disgust in myself. I was hoping that at dinner, I would get a chance to apologize to her for my behavior at the meet and greet. Hopefully, she will forgive me and we can start over on a better foot.
BPOV
"He is an asshole," I said as Alice, Rosalie, and I walked through the stadium to our seats. "He was unabashedly staring at my chest the majority of the time and when I caught him, he had the audacity to smile at me like it was no big deal!" I was so fed up and frustrated with Edward that I could hardly think. Yes, Edward was gorgeous with his smoldering emerald eyes, but there is a fine line between flirting and being a pervert and he crossed it as soon as he walked through that door.
"Don't worry about him, Bella. He's not worthy of your time," Alice tried to comfort.
"I know he's not. I just don't see what women can see in him. He's a complete pig. And, what am I going to do at dinner tonight? He will undoubtedly try to 'seduce' me again, and I don't think I'll be able to refrain from hurting that pretty, little face of his."
"Bella, calm down! Geez, you're worse than Alice when she's had caffeine. Just ignore him. If you do that, there's no way he'll be able to get into your pants," Rosalie said. "You're not going to become one of his statistics. Nobody needs someone like him in their lives. Quite frankly, I'm surprised Emmett and Jasper put up with him."
We had arrived at the suite and Alice stuck the key in the slot. The door swung open, revealing a rather spacious room. There was a round table in the center with six chairs around it. On the far side, there was a glass window looking out onto the field. To the left of the wall, there was a door that led to the seats outside. There was a couch facing the window that looked really comfortable. The three of us looked at each other and stepped into the room, arms linked together. As soon as the door shut behind us, we began squealing and jumping up and down like fan girls at a concert. We flopped down on the couch and just kept giggling, looking out to the guys practicing on the field. We could make out the distinct mass of Emmett's body, Jasper's shaggy blonde hair, and Edward's unmistakable bronze hair, even under their baseball caps.
"This is the life," we said at the same time, causing us to giggle even more.
"When are Jasper and Emmett going to stop by the house?" I asked Alice and Rose.
"They're probably going to come next Sunday when they don't have a game. Why?" Alice asked.
"I was thinking I could humor Edward and beat his ass at batting that day. Maybe I'll be nice and invite him to stay for dinner." They both looked at me like I had gone crazy. "I know what I said earlier, but maybe it won't be so bad hanging out with him. He isn't forgiven, though. Not by a long shot."
"As long as you know what you're doing. I'd love to see you trip him up with your change up. The difference in speed is so incredible; he won't even know what happened." Rose seemed to be enjoying thinking about Edward getting beat at his own game. We sat back, just talking to each other.
There was a knock on the door. Alice jumped off the couch and raced to the door. I heard her talking to whoever it was at the door. "I'll be back, ladies. I've got to make my big debut."
I totally forgot she was throwing out the first pitch. "Good luck, Ali. Show 'em how it's done." I called.
"She's got this in the bag. It won't be some wimpy, girly throw from our mighty mouse," said Rose.
"Definitely not," I agreed. Rose and I talked about Emmett. His sheer size was intimidating, but once you got to know him, he was like a big, soft teddy bear. I was actually excited to hear what he has to say about my cooking. "Is Miss Rosalie Hale falling for a guy?" I asked nudging her in the ribs. She blushed in response. She actually blushed! Rosalie never blushed. "Oh, my god! You are, aren't you?"
She buried her head in my shoulder and started mumbling, "Yeah. I don't know, Bella. He's just so sweet and caring. I don't know what it is about him, but I feel so comfortable talking to him and, after what happened with Royce," we both cringed at Rose's ex's name, "I just think he would be good for me."
"This has nothing to do with those muscular arms of his, right?" I said, jokingly.
"Maybe. I guess I just have a weakness for guys with tight abs and big arms." We both laughed at that.
Pretty soon, the announcer said that the National Anthem was going to be sung. Rosalie and I stood up and placed our hands over our hearts. Every time I hear the National Anthem, I get chills up and down my body. This time was no different. After that was all said and done, the beginning of the game was announced and the announcer told us to turn our attention to the pitcher's mound where Alice would be throwing the first pitch of the game. Rose and I walked out the door that led to the seats outside. Alice was handed the ball and, unsurprisingly, Jasper was behind the plate. She threw the pitch with a force that was almost unbelievable for Alice's tiny frame right down the middle of the plate. Rosalie and I cheered madly for Alice showing that just because you're a girl doesn't mean you have to throw like one. We looked around at the faces of the people around us and laughed at their dumbstruck expressions. After Jasper had caught the ball, he stood up and pulled a Sharpie out of his back pocket to sign the ball for Alice. She danced up to him and gave him a hug before she was ushered off the field.
After Alice had returned, the Dodgers' starting line-up was announced. The three of us cheered when Jacob's name was called as catcher. Nick Adenhart took to the mound and began throwing warm up pitches. Soon enough, the game was underway. The first inning, Adenhart struck out three batters in a row. Our team ran back into the dugout and we started our batting order. When our team's line-up was called, fireworks were set off after each name. Bengie Molina was catching, Edward was at first, Adam Kennedy was at second, David Eckstein at short stop, Emmett at third, Garrett Anderson in Left, Jasper in Center, Tim Salmon in Right, Shawn Wooten as our designated hitter, and, of course, Adenhart as our starting pitcher. We got two runs in that first inning: a single by Kennedy and a home run by none other than Edward Cullen.
The game seemed to go by fast and, before we knew it, we were in the ninth inning. Adenhart had done amazing, pitching a no hitter for six innings before he was pulled out so he wouldn't get too tired. Scott Shields was now pitching. Jacob was up to bat and I was torn. On the one hand, I wanted him to strike out so we could end this without too much of a problem. The other part of me wanted him to slam it out of the park because he was my friend and I wanted him to do well. He did get a hit, but was thrown out at first. I noticed him looking up at me, flashing me his signature smile, which I returned. The Angels claimed the victory and the announcer said, "Light up that halo." Every game the Angels won, whether home or away, the halo around the big 'A' was lit up to celebrate the victory.
The three of us didn't eat much, knowing that we were going to dinner afterwards. I was looking forward to celebrating with everyone. I was still skeptical about Edward, but I was always taught to give people a chance before you judged them. I went into the dinner with that mentality. The ride over was a particularly loud one, but I wouldn't have had it any other way. After navigating through the throngs of people, it was a quick drive to the Block in Orange. We were told what kind of cars Emmett, Jasper, and Edward drove, so we were on the lookout for them. We sat in the car for a little bit, knowing that it would be a few minutes before the guys would show up. We talked about the major plays of the game and going back to school tomorrow. I saw Emmett's large jeep pull into the parking lot, followed closely by Jasper's Mustang and Edward's Volvo. Rose and Alice jumped out of the car, running to their respective men. I took my time getting out, not really looking forward to Edward's staring.
Here we go.
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