Alright, so I looked at the previous chapter and saw that it screwed the links up for the tattoo pictures. I will try to get them uploaded on the blog as soon as it let me log back in. I haven't messed with it in a while, so, it kind of locked me out. But, I will get it up ASAP.

R&R guys! Love y'all!


Chapter 4 – Things Heat Up
POV: Rosalie


I woke up feeling hot and with something hard underneath me. Glancing up, I try not to move my head too much. Emmett's black hair shines a little in the light. He looks peaceful, and hot as fuck I may add.

My left hand is still in his hair, from where I fell asleep. Scratching lightly against his scalp, he starts to stir, but doesn't wake. I feel his grip tighten at my hip, then I'm being pulled closer to him. My leg moves a little and I can feel how hard he is. I hear a groan come from his throat, but he still doesn't wake. Hi hand moves down to my ass, grabbing a handful, he then turns his head slightly towards me. Suddenly, my name is coming from his lips, while his eyes never open.

He's dreaming of me? Well, last night should have told you something. A smile crept upon my face. I lean up a little, placing a kiss on his jaw, then a peck to his lips. Surprisingly, he kisses me back. I feel a hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in to deepen the kiss.

After a few minutes of a tongue battle, I break the kiss and look at him. His eyes are sparkling as he looks at me. A smile on his face while his thumb rubs up and down my throat.

"I could get used to waking up like his." He utters, his voice still laced with sleep.

"Do you mean the kiss, your hand on my ass, or me lying on top of you?"

"All three." With that, there's a squeeze to my ass. I giggle as my head lies in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

The chorus from Castle by Halsey starts to play on my phone. Motherfucker. "Fuck." I sit up straddling Emmett's thighs, but he stops me from getting up. I look down at him. "Em, let me up. That's Daddy calling."

"Oh, just let it go to voicemail and text him back." He says with a smirk playing at his lips.

"If you want me to go or do anything with you today, let me up." While pouting, he loosened his grip.

I jump up and all but run to grab my phone off the desk. Sliding the button to answer before it goes to voicemail, I answer hello.

"Hey, baby girl, you're up. Where did you sleep last night? You weren't in your room when I left this morning."

Turning around, I slide up and sit on my desk. "I slept in the studio. I had a nightmare last night and couldn't go back to sleep." Emmett sits up and looks over to me. A smile plays at his lips as his eyebrows wiggle up and down. "Emmett came over and stayed up with me for a while." I notice his shirt isn't on. Looking down at myself, I notice I'm in only my bra and boy shorts.

"Oh. Okay. Was it about, you know what?" Concern laced in his voice as he spoke.

Emmett stands up, raising his arms over his head to stretch. "Um, yeah." I get out while still looking at Emmett. I watch as his muscles contract under his skin. His jeans are low on hips. Which allows me to see the 'v' at his hips leading downwards..

"Are you okay now, though? You did sleep good afterwards, right?" While listening to Daddy, Emmett catches me staring. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, my cheeks start heating up in embarrassment.

"Yeah, I just woke up." I answer while Emmett walks over to in front of me. "What time do you think you'll be home tonight?" I ask as Emmett takes a seat on my rollie chair. Sliding the chair up between my legs, his hands slide up the outside of my thighs.

"I'm not really sure. Probably late."

Emmett's hands slide under my ass, then I'm being pulled off the desk and onto his lap. My legs dangling over the armrests on either side.

"Oh, gotcha." I answer while holding the phone with my right hand and leaning back a hair to look at Emmett. "I was gonna go with Emmett up to Port Angeles today. I mean unless you need me to do something."

While waiting on Daddy to answer me, I get a good look at Emmett. His short-cut black hair has a 'just fucked' look to it. More like 'rolled out of bed' look really. The blue eyes looking back at me, are a little darker than they usually are, but sparkle nonetheless.

"No. I can't think of anything right now. Y'all just be careful, okay? I don't need anything happening to you, too," dad's voice rings through the phone into my ear.

"I know, Daddy," I state as Emmett pulls me closer by the small of my back, attacking my neck rendering me speechless for a moment. "I'm gonna go jump in the shower so I'll be ready. If you need me just call my phone. I love you."

I could just see him smiling on the other end of the phone. "Okay, babygirl. I'll call you later and see how things are going. Love you too. Bye."

"Bye," I state then pull Emmett's head away from my neck by his hair as I end the call. "What the fuck," I ask looking at him. "Were you trying to make me do something so Daddy would know you were here?"

"Na. Just having a little fun. It's sexy as fuck making you squirm."

Rolling my eyes, I then look at him. "Real smooth, Bear. Real smooth. Now, let me up so I can get ready. You need to take a shower, too."

"Wanna take one together," he asks while wagging his eyebrows in the process.

"Um, no. I know what's on that mind of yours right now. It ain't gonna happen," I state while standing up.

Grabbing my clothes and phone I then head upstairs. Emmett's right on my heels, watching my ass with every step I take up in the process. Once at the stairs leading to my room, I turn and look at him.

"I'll come over when I'm done. I'll try to hurry."

Shrugging he says, "fine with me. See ya in a few." Giving me a quick kiss first, he then leaves, locking the door behind him.

About thirty-minutes later I'm standing at Emmett's door. I had put a black bandeau bathing suit and bikini set on. Over top of that, a black crop top with short sleeves that went right below my boob. The neckline went down between my boobs. So Emmett would have enough to look at. HeHe. I had bought this skirt one year for Halloween when I was a pirate. It was a burgundy color with ruffles that ended right near my knee. It was cute as hell, if I do say so myself. The heels that I picked was a black peep-toe with an ankle strap. The piece over my toes had different sized clear rhinestones.

Knocking on the door, I wait for Emmett. Instead, I'm met with his mom.

"Mrs. McCarty, um, hi. Is Emmett -" I'm stopped when Emmett shows up behind her.

"I got it, Mom." He states sliding her out of the way, so he can make his way outside.

With a smile she says, "good to see you too, Rosalie. Apparently, Emmett has forgotten his manners."

I can't help but giggle at the scowl Emmett receives from his mother. "Sorry, Mom. We've got a date to get started."

Both Emmett's mom and I look at him with raised eyebrows. He looks from her, to me, then back to her.

"Since when did this become a date," I ask looking at him with my arms crossed over my chest.

Mrs. McCarty mimic my pose. "Yes, Emmett. When did you decide to start dating Rosalie?"

He just looks at her for a second. Tilting his head back and looking at the sky, he lets out a sigh. "Fuck my life."

I slap his chest. "Respect your mother."

Mrs. McCarty looks to me, as does Emmett. With a smile growing across her face, she says, "I knew there was a reason why I loved you, Rosalie." I smile at her. "Go on. Keep him in check though."

"I will try my best." I say as Emmett looks to me with mischief in his eyes. "Well, are you ready for our 'date' as you called it?"

He takes my hand and turn towards his Jeep. As we walk, I hear him say something under his breath about fighting a bear, rather than me and his mother at the same time. I don't say anything, just throw my bags into the back floorboard, then Emmett helps me inside.

Once in the driver seat, Emmett starts the Jeep and pulls out. I hear a few words playing through the speakers and sing along.

And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream
They know you walk like you're a God, they can't believe I made you weak

I look over to Emmett, who has a smirk on his face staring at the road. He looks to me for a moment and I stick my tongue out, getting a laugh from him.

But the ending is the same every damn time
The think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything

He's laughing at me as his phone starts ringing. Fishing it out of his pocket, there's a sigh when he looks at the caller ID.

"Yes, Alice?" He says after pulling the phone to his ear. "Yes. No. No. Port Angeles. Late. We'll do something tomorrow. Bye." He hangs the phone up with a, "fucking irritating, Pixie."

"What did she want," I ask looking at him as we get onto the highway.

"To hang out. That will be tomorrow, you're mine for tonight."

"Good. I wanna go dancing," I state still looking at him with a smile.

"Really?" I just nod my head. I really do want to go dancing. I haven't been in so long. "Okay. Since I said this was a date, then we'll go."

I reach in the back floorboard and grab my purse. Inside I had hid a few joints and my vodka. The vodka is for later though. Right now, I want a joint. While pulling one out and lighting it, who better to play through the speakers than Kottonmouth Kings.

Emmett looks at me a little funny, then moves his attention back to the road ahead.

"I said K-O-T-T-O-N-M-O-U-T-H-K-I-N-G, drunk in this bitch, get drunk in this bitch," I say looking over to Emmett with a smile.

He reaches over, taking the joint from me. I just look at him with my mouth wide open. Motherfucker. He smirks at me then looks back to the road. Pulling another out, I light it. Next thing I know Emmett's rapping the song along with D-Loc.

You know you want her,
Gotta hold her when you have it,
Grab it,
Love it,
Cause you need it,
Best believe I be pimpin' em',
Smokin' and sippin'
Double dash when I'm flippin',
And you think you can fuck with me (haha),
Kickin' ass,
Taken names,
As I throw these claims,
You know I'm still claimin' ptb

I can't help laughing. I mean, this is funny as hell. Not to mention that Emmett knows every word to this song.

After a little driving, another joint a piece, a couple shots of vodka and I do mean a couple and a few stoner songs later, we pull up in the parking lot of the tattoo parlor. I know I'm starting to feel the effects of the weed in my system. That humming feeling through my body starts. Emmett jumps out of the driver side and comes over to help me down.

"Ready," he asks as we walk towards the door.

"I don't know why you're asking me. You're the one getting pierced, not me," I say pulling my purse back up on my shoulder while Emmett holds my left hand.

"Bitch," he states, but he's smiling.

I look up at him, "idjit." A smile then coming to my face.

"Did you just pull a Bobby on me?" An eyebrow raised as he asks.

"YuP," I state while popping the p.

"Babygirl's got jokes. Nice," he says shaking his head.

Stepping into Sub Culture, I'm hit with the smell of antiseptic cleanser. There's a guy to our left behind the desk with blonde dreads. To be honest he was pretty cute.

"Yo, Emmett. What's up man?" The guy asks while coming up to the counter and reaching over to shake Emmett's hand.

"Notin' much man. Dookie around?"

I walk up beside Emmett and look at everything in the glass case.

"He's around here somewhere. Probably in back, I'll grab him for ya." The guy with dreads says while walking out from behind the counter.

When he's out of sight I look up at Emmett. "Who was that," I ask pointing my thumb over my shoulder in the direction the guy went.

"That's Joey. He owns the place. Dookie, which is a nickname, his real name is Dewayne, he does the piercings."

"Oh."

At that moment a guy walks out from one of the stalls to my right. Stopping dead in his tracks when he sees me.

"Rosalie Hale." A husky voice says with just a bit of a Spanish accent.

I look over at the guy and smile. "Hector. Ohmygod, what are you doing here," I ask as he walks over and gives me a hug.

Hector really hasn't changed from the last time I saw him. He's mixed, white and Mexican, tanned skin, short black hair, brown eyes, skinny but you can tell he lifts weights. To put it lightly he's a looker.

"My parents moved about the same time you did. Didn't think I'd see you again after I put that last tat on you." A smile coming to his face when he's done talking.

I look to Emmett who is just staring at me. He actually looks jealous, which means I have to say something. Now.

"Baby, this is Hector. He's the one that done my ink when I lived in Cali." I turn back to look at Hector, "Hec, my boyfriend, Emmett."

Oh fuck. Did I just say that out loud? From the looks I'm getting, I guess I did. Fuck.

Hector shakes Emmett's hand and looks at me. "Emmett, huh? Ain't that 'the love of your life' that you lost when you moved to California?"

"Um," I look up at Emmett who has now stopped shaking hands with Hector and has them crossed over his chest, looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

Fuuuuuuuuuck. What do I say to that? There's only one word for it right now. Fuck.

"I was young, okay," I say looking at Hector. I then look up at Emmett. "But, I did mean it, though. We had this conversation last night, right?"

"Yeah, babygirl. I guess you're right," he says while letting his arms fall away from his chest.

Grabbing ahold of my hip, he pulls me to him. Leaning down he kisses me and I hold onto his right bicep. It's quick, but, I can feel the love coming from it. When we pull away from each other, there's a smile on both our faces.

Hector had moved to behind the counter during our lip lock. When I look over at him, there's a smile on his face.

"What are you smiling for, Hec," I ask because it makes no sense. He's not the one that just kissed Emmett. I am.

He just shrugs his shoulders. "Just glad to see you happy. It's been awhile since I've seen a true smile from you."

"Awe, Hec, thank you." I look up and make eye contact with Emmett. "I am happy. The most I've been in a long time. You have no idea."

"Same here, babygirl. Same here." Emmett gives me another quick kiss. That's when I hear someone behind us speak.

"Dude, stop with the lip locking, please?" I turn and see Joey along with another guy walking towards us.

The other guy, who I assume is Dookie, was tall like Emmett. Only older, maybe in his late thirties. He had short brown hair, big brown eyes that hid behind a pair of glasses and a long beard with a trimmed mustache. Both arms were covered in tattoos, along with a few on both sides of his neck. Plus, he had gauges in his ears. They had to be at least two-inches. Which was actually pretty cool looking.

"Hey, I can't help my girlfriend's hot as fuck." Heat rushes to my cheeks in embarrassment as I dip my head to lay against Emmett's chest.

"I can't argue that." I look up to all the guys who have huddled behind the counter. Dookie looks to me, "you're very beautiful. Don't let these shitheads tell you otherwise."

"Thank you." I reach my free hand over the counter, "Rosalie."

He take my out stretched hand, "Dewayne. But, everyone calls me Dookie. Nice to meet you, Rosalie."

"You, too," I say with a smile then pull my hand back to my side.

"So, Emmett. What you wanting a needle pushed through today," he asks turning his full attention to Emmett. Who still hasn't taken his hand off my left hip for some reason.

"Tongue and right snake bite."

"Kay. You know the drill, ID and payment up front," he says pulling a piece of paper from a drawer in the filing cabinet.

Emmett let's go of my hip and pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. Turning to Dookie, who's filling a few things out on the paper, Emmett pulls his ID out and hands it over. After turning and making a copy of Emmett's ID and the filled out paper, he hands it back.

"Fifty bucks," he says looking at Emmett while handing the copy over to Joey. "Pay up then we'll get started."

I see Emmett roll his eyes and pull the money out, handing it over. While they get a few other things together, I look at everything for sell in the case. Bright colored barbells, nose rings, belly button rings and gauge look back at me.

"You know what, baby. I want a piercing, too," I say looking up to him.

With an eyebrow raised he looks down at me. "What you want?"

"Nose and belly button."

He looks back to Dookie, "get her's, too."

"Okay, sweet cheeks, you got it. Same price and ID." He states grabbing another paper and filling a few things out.

Looking through my purse, I grab my wallet. I pull out my ID and bank card then hand them over.

Emmett starts to protest, "babygirl, I got it."

But, I shut him up with, "nope. I've got this. You've got to pay everything when we leave here. So we're going out to eat, then dancing. Now, shut it, Bear." I look up at him, daring him to say something else.

"Frog, are we really going to argue about this," he asks with concern in his voice.

"No, we're not. Now, shut the hell up before you piss me off." I turn back to the guys and ignore Emmett, who's swearing under his breath. The other guys are smirking or laughing at our affection for each other.

"Nice, babe," Joey says. "I don't think I've ever seen him get mad like this before."

"Well, he should know better than to piss me off." I look up at Emmett, "shit has gotten a lot worse tan from when I was a kid, Bear. You do not want to be on the receiving end of shit."

"Fine. I know. I'm sorry, baby. Forgive me?"

Staring him down for a minute, I think it over. "Maybe. But, I'm not convinced by that."

Pulling me to him by the back of my neck, he kisses me. It lasts just a minute or less, but when his tongue slides against mine, I'm lost. Pulling away I bite my bottom lip and look at him.

"Now," his eyebrows raising again as he asks.

"For now." A smile playing at my lips when I say it. How can I be mad at him when he kisses me like that? I can't. For the moment, anyways. He's good for about an hour or so.

I turn back to the guys and Dookie hands my stuff back, along with a receipt to sign. Once everything is put up, he leads us back to his station in the back left corner of the building.

On the counter there is one of those small plastic filing containers with three drawers. Pulling the top drawer open, he grabs four individually wrapped needles. From the next drawer he pulls out the barbells and rings he's going to need.

"Alright, who's first," he asks grabbing a pair of black surgical gloves.

I look up at Emmett, "I'll go, if you don't care."

"I was gonna say ladies first anyways. God ahead," he states with a smile. "If you need your hand-held, I'm here."

I swoon, "my knight in shining armour."

Dookie chuckles. "Alright, babe, up on the chair."

Handing my purse to Emmett, I then jump up onto the black chair. Dookie looks at me then while pulling the gloves on.

"Nose or belly first?"

"Nose," I say swinging my legs a little.

There's a metal tray that's set up with a few gauze pads, the open container with the nose stud, a few alcohol swabs, one of those pens they use to put a dot so you need to know where the piercing is going to be, a mirror and the needle.

Starting with the alcohol swab, the moves the cold cloth against my skin on my right side. The smell flooding my nostrils as he does it again, but on the inside this time. Pulling the pen out, he puts a dot where the stud will go. But, first holding up the mirror to let me check. Agreeing, we move to the next step.

Laying back against the chair, I take a few deep breaths. Placing one of the gauze pads under my nose, Dookie starts talking to me.

"Alright, babe. You ready," he asks while pulling the needle out, along with a...paperclip?

He apparently sees the question on my face. "It helps with the inside part. Making sure it goes in the right way. Now deep breath," which I do with my eyes shut, then, "one, two, three," and the needles being pushed through.

To be honest, it wasn't that bad. I thought it was going to be a lot worse than that. Pushing something onto the end that's outside my nose, he then pulls the part inside my nose out a little bit.

"Alright, babe. This may hurt just a little bit, but shouldn't be too bad, though."

Within a few seconds everything is done and the top is getting screwed into place.

"There. All done," he says while cleaning me up a little. "Not too bad, right?"

"Na. I thought it was going to be worse than that," I say still laying down.

Tossing everything into the trash and the needle into a barrel on the counter, he pulls the gloves off and starts the process over.

Grabbing a pair of clamps, he wraps a rubber band around it a few times. The clamps look like a pair of scissors with a loop around each end.

"So, the worst part about this is going to be these clamps. Or so I've heard. Just because it's going to be pinching skin." While setting everything else up he says, "when you were little did you ever clip a clothespin to your finger?"

"Yeah. Is that what it's going to feel like," I ask looking over to him.

"Yeah, somewhat. It might hurt a little more. But, you'll be fine."

I look over to Emmett, who has his phone pointed at me. "Are you filming me?"

"Yup." A smile coming to his face as he looks over the phone at me.

I stick my tongue out at him. "Come hold my hand," I state while holding my hand out.

Grabbing a rollie chair, the takes a seat beside me and holds my hand with his free one.

I get cleaned up again with alcohol, then Dookie's putting the clamp on. "Don't move, babe."

I try to stay still as he moves the clamp a little. When he's got the needle ready, I squeeze Emmett's hand.

"Okay, deep breath and when I say, let it out slow." I nod. "Deep breath," he says hovering over my stomach. "One, two, three," there's a sharp pinch then it's gone. "Let it out slow, babe."

I do while he grabs the ring and pushes it into the bottom. Pulling the needle all the way out the top, he drops it on the tray, grabs the top and screws it on.

"You done good," he says cleaning me up and I let Emmett's hand go. "I've actually seen a guy get punched in the balls while he was piercing a chick's belly button." He laughs.

While he's cleaning everything up, I sit up slowly. Emmett switches spots with me and I take over filming. Dookie grabs everything he needs to do Emmett's piercings and sets them up.

Turning the camera from Dookie back to Emmett, he looks at me while making a funny face with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.

"You nervous?"

"Not really. I've already had my tongue done a couple times. I think I have a hole up top that you can see."

"Uh uh. Let me see."

I stand up as he opens his mouth. Taking the phone with me I look. Sure enough, there's a small hole, an indention really where the others had been. I sit back down as Dookie comes at Emmett with a pair of clamps like what was used on me.

"Alright, stick it out." When he does, Dookie dries it then puts the clamp on.

Checking to make sure it's in the right spot, he then grab the needle. Turning back to Emmett, the needle hovers over his tongue.

"Deep breath," Emmett does. "Breath out." When he does, Dookie pushes the needle through.

Pushing the barbell into the part that's above Emmett's tongue, he pushes it down pulling the needle out the bottom of Emmett's tongue. The only thing left is putting the ball on the bottom. Once that's screwed in, Dookie cleans up some.

Emmett looks at me while sticking his tongue out and moving it up and down. I can't help but laugh at him. Pulling it back inside his mouth, he then smiles at me. Which I return.

Dookie gets everything set up again, then it's time to do Emmett's snake bite. But, before he starts, there's one question.

"Now, do you want a horseshoe to start out with or a stud?"

Emmett looks to me, "horseshoe?"

"That's fine."

We both look to Dookie, who opens a pack and sets the other back on the counter. Using a smaller clamp, he gets it positioned in the corner of Emmett's bottom lip.

He grabs the needle and holds it above the inside of his lip. "Alright, Em, deep breath." He breathes in then, "one, two, three," and he's pushing the needle through.

Grabbing the horseshoe, he slips it into the top that is inside Emmett's lip, then pushes it the rest of the way through. Dropping the needle onto the tray, he grabs the ball and screws it on.

There's a little trickle of blood that comes out, so Dookie puts a gauze pad on top, making Emmett hold it in place.

"Hold that on there for a minute," he says then moves to clean everything up.

Once done he checks to see if the bleeding has stopped. When Dookie's satisfied, he pulls the gauze away and tosses that along with this gloves into the trash.

"Alright man, you're good to go." He pulls two bottles out of a cabinet hanging from the wall. "Em, you know how to use this stuff, right?"

"Yup. We don't need to go over everything again," he says taking the bottles from Dookie.

"Well, you're good. But, I don't think your girl is," he says looking at me. "Clean both twice a day for at least a month and a half to two. You would be better off with two. When you do the nose, use one of those pointed q-tips. It's easier to get around the hole than the bigger ones."

"Got it. How long until I can switch them out?"

"The nose, I would give it about four months. To be on the safe side. The belly button I would give it about three. Any other questions," he asks crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the counter.

"I don't think so," I say standing up and handing Emmett his phone back. Grabbing my purse, I should it and look at Emmett. "We good?"

Jumping off the chair, he answer with a, "yup. Dookie," he says turning to him and holding out his hand, "thanks man, Ya didn't hurt my girl too much, so I don't have to kick your ass."

Dookie laughs while shaking his hand. "Dude, I'd love to see you try. I may have some age on you, but I'd still kick your ass."

"Yeah, yeah. We'll see you later man. Thanks again."

We walk towards the front of the store as Dookie says, "yeah man. No problem. It's my job, and Rosalie," I turn towards him as he keeps talking, "it was nice meeting you and I'm glad I got to be the one that pierced you today."

"Awe, thanks. Whenever I want another I'll be sure to have Emmett bring me back."

"Sweet. I'll let you two get going. It's getting dark and y'all have a date to start." A smile coming to his face as he said it.

We say bye to everyone and head out the door. Once at the Jeep, Emmett bends to kiss me. It's actually kind of weird having a cool piece of metal against my lips. I'll surely get use to it though.

When he pulls back I look up at him. "Does it hurt?"

"Not really. I'm ready to put this tongue ring to use though." A wicked smile coming to his face afterwards.

"Of course you are," I roll my eyes. "Get your mind out of the gutter and take me out to eat."

Turning away from him, I lift myself up into the Jeep. But, I get a little help from Emmett at the last minute. Running to the driver side, he jumps in and starts it up.

Pulling out of the parking lot he asks, "where do you want to eat? What are you in the mood for?"

"To be honest, it doesn't matter," I say looking over to him. "But, where did you have in mind for us to go dancing at?"

"I was thinking earlier about that. There's this Mexican restaurant, it's not too far away. But, they have a salsa night. So, does Mexican food and salsa dancing sound good?" He looks over to me for a moment. I could see the worry reflecting in his eyes.

"Can you salsa dance?" This is turning out to be weird. I was thinking about salsa dancing when I picked my outfit out. Now, Emmett's asking if I want to go to this restaurant. I look over and glance at Emmett.

"Yeah," he says kind of shyly. "I had to take lessons with my mom when she done it. She didn't have anyone that would go with her, so it was up to me. So, yes. I know how to salsa dance. Along with some others, that I am not getting into at this moment."

I see him looking at me out the corner of his eye. "Okay. What's the name of this place anyways?"

"Next Door Gastropub," he says while keeping his eyes on the road.

About ten-minutes later and a few turns down some streets I didn't know, we were parking the Jeep. Emmett, as always, came over and helped me down. Grabbing my purse from the backseat, Emmett grabbed my hand and led us to the front door.

Once inside, this was kind of like a different world. A little bit of Mexico up in Washington. I like it. We were lead to a booth in the back corner, away from the bar on the other side. It was kind of quiet, except for the band that was playing at the moment.

After a few seconds of us getting settled, the waitress came up with two menus. She was cute. About my age, a bob cut with her brown hair, tanned skin that looked like she went to a tanning bed. Her blue eyes stood out the most. But, what got me was the way she was looking at Emmett. Was I getting jealous? Hell yeah, I was.

"So, what can I get you to drink," She asks looking at Emmett. A smile plastered on her face. Trying to flirt. -ha ha- You ain't leaving home with him, or his number chick.

Emmett looks over to me then, "babygirl, what do you want?"

"Just bring me an orange juice," I look over to Emmett with a smirk on my face. Glancing down at my purse then back to him. I hope he gets the picture.

"Make that two orange juices and two iced teas," he says while smiling up at me, then looks to the waitress.

Writing it down on her pad, she then looks at Emmett again. "Gotcha. I'll grab those real quick. Y'all look over the menu and see what you would like." She turns on her heel and walks off to the bar, I guess.

I across the table at Emmett, who is staring me down at this moment. "What," I ask picking up my menu.

"You're jealous," he says matter-of-factly, "I didn't think that, babygirl, got jealous at all." A smirk coming to his face afterwards.

"I don't want to hear anything about being jealous. I saw the way you looked at, Hector, when he walked over and started talking to me."

"Alright, I'll admit it. I was jealous. But, then I remembered that you were going home with me and not him."

"I'm about to come sit with you, so I can keep you in line and so that waitress with stop her flirting with you."

Emmett opens his arms wide, like hes going to hug someone and leans back against the seat. It's more of a 'come get it' signal. "Come on, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

I toss my purse to Emmett's side, slide out of my seat and sit with Emmett. Except he had other things in mind. I'm being pulled into his lap, which I have no idea how that happened. Just for the simple fact, there is not that much room between where you sit and the table. But, who cares.

"So, what do you want to eat," he asks while his right hand is moving across my lower back. His left hand is sliding up my thigh.

I pick the menu up, trying to figure out something to eat. But, Emmett is making this so difficult at the moment. His left hand is creeping up under my skirt and along my inner thigh. His lips are on my neck, in the very spot that turns me on. Closing my eyes, I drop the menu back down to the table and relish in what Emmett is doing to me. His fingers, lips and oh God that tongue ring.

When I can't take it any more, I grab a handful of his hair and tug him away from my neck. Then my lips are on his. The cool feeling I get from his snake bite piercing. Sliding my tongue along his bottom lip, he lets out a moan. Or it could have been a growl. I'm not sure at the moment. But, anyways, his mouth opens and that's when I get a first hand lesson on what that tongue ring can do. Let's just say that it was, amazing. After a few minutes of lip locking, we pull apart.

I don't say anything. Just turn and look at the menu.

"Do you want something to share," I ask while holding the menu up for him to see. I glance over my should and look at him.

"Yeah, that's fine. What was you wanting to share?" His hands moving over my lower back and bare stomach to meet at my side.

"I was wanting this b.y.o. fries," I state while still looking at the menu.

"That's fine. What else do you want? Cause I'm getting steak," with that he bites my shoulder, making me jump in the process.

This is good timing for the waitress to come by with our drinks. Smiling as she sets them down in front of us, "So do we know what we want yet? Or do you need a little more time?"

I speak up before Emmett does, "we want the b.y.o. fries. Do french fries, add garlic Parmesan and bacon. Along with the pan seared steak. I want mine with the bourbon compound butter." I look back to Emmett, "what do you want, baby?"

"That steak sounds good. I'll take that, but do it with the house steak sauce. Can you do that BLT Caesar salad with no tomatoes?"

She takes a minute from writing on her pad and looks at us. "Yeah. You can get it any way you want really."

"Good. Do that with no tomatoes. Add chicken and ranch dressing." He looks at me, "I know you'll eat some of it. That's why I got it that way." The smile coming back to face afterwards.

"Awe, babe, you remembered." I give him a kiss then look back to the waitress, "and add two orders of the truffles down, please."

"Sure thing," she says after finishing up. "Give us just a little bit to get it ready. If you need anything let me know." With a smile, she walks away.

I look back to Emmett. "So, do we drink and sit here. Or drink and dance. Which is kind of what I was wanting to do tonight."

"Can we hold off on the drinking for just a little bit? We can have fun without the alcohol out on the dance floor you know."

I sigh, "fine. I want to see how good you dance anyways."

A smile slides upon his face, then we're out of the booth and headed to the dance floor in front of a live band.

Once on the dance floor, Emmett spun me around, locking his right arm around my waist, pulling me so my back was flush with his front. Leaning my head back, I relax as Emmett guides my free arm slowly upwards so my hand was behind his neck.

The music started out with a slow mesmerizing melody. Emmett slid his fingertips down my raised arm, moving further down the side of my breast. Turning my head towards Emmett, I inhale slowly while relaxing more.

His hand settled on my waist with a firm grip, guiding my hips slowly to sync with his. Slowly bending my knees, I sink down, rotating my ass so I was almost but not quite touching his pants. Putting my hands behind me, I spread my fingertips on his thighs and slide them downwards.

Slowly rising up, my fingers rub against the loose cloth covering Emmett's thighs. Pulling my arms up into the air, Emmett slowly spun me around so we were face to face. At this point, the band started playing, with the music growing with intensity.

Complying with the tempo change in the music, Emmett took a firm hold on my hand and twirled me around faster. My skirt flared out, brushing against Emmett's legs and I started to laugh. At this moment I was happy, my heart started to beat a little faster and my body started to heat up.

Dancing with Emmett was totally different than everyone else I had as a partner. It's like we were connected as one. I would follow his lead and somehow know when he would do a turn, spin or dip with me before it even happened. It felt as if we were one, gliding smoothly across the floor.

Not long after starting, it felt as if Emmett and I were the only ones dancing. The band was just music in the background, there were no waitresses or waiters, no one eating and no one on the dance floor with us.

As the tempo of the music changed, so did our dancing. Emmett would pull me close with his hand on the small of my back, fitting our hips together and keeping me motionless for an instant. With his hands firm on my waist, he would roll his hips against me and I would follow suit with him.

As a wicked grin came across his face, I feel one of his hands slid down the curve of my hip and down to my leg. Gripping my thigh he pulled it up a little towards his hip. I lift and eyebrow in reply to his dare, and hook my leg behind his, keeping a firm hold on his upper arms I lean back a little.

Emmett's smile widens as he slides one leg between my legs, so I was almost sitting on his thigh. He bent me backwards, while one hand supports my lower back to keep me from falling over. I lean back into his hand, fully trusting him to keep me up, even when he let go of my leg and brought his free hand up to lightly drag his fingers down my throat. Even though this didn't take long at all, I felt like time had stopped. Emmett's hand brushes downwards between my breasts and down my stomach, being careful at my belly button. His fingers then stroked down my raised leg a little ways, then returned to my waist to bring me back up.

Emmett raised my arm to send me into a slow spin before locking one arm around me. Pulling me back against him, almost going back to the way we had stood when we first stared to dance.

Looking into Emmett's eyes as the song comes to a stop, there is so many emotions bubbling in side me. Lust. Hunger. But, the one that pushed through all of them – Love. Yeah. I'm in love with Emmett Dale McCarty. How is this going to work out.