Thank you all. Special thanks to my beta Marian, who is doing such an excellent job and to my special friend Nyvia. Special thanks to Sep who fixed my terrible punctuation. These girls are awesome! It has come to my attention via the reviews that I received that I need to clarify a few points. This story is about Rosalie. Royce is very important to the story but he is not the main character. His POV is included in the story to know why he does what he does. Stay with me to find out more because things are going to get shaken up soon!
Disclaimer: No infringement is intended. SM owns, I do not. I am still poor, but mean Royce is mine! *chuckles*
My Happy Life
"Emmett!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, knowing it was really unnecessary because Emmett could hear me perfectly if he was inside the house and not wandering the woods, but still I wanted to do it.
I walked along the cabin, searching for my dearest husband. The house was too quiet for Emmett to be home, so I was getting a little anxious of what my child of a husband could be doing out of my sight. Sometimes I could be quite controlling at home and on him, but I knew he didn't mind. I looked around in our bedroom, his playroom, the living room but nothing. I just couldn't find him.
With nothing else to do, I decided to go check on the Viper. It wasn't in its usual spot on my side of the garage.
What the hell? I thought as I kept looking for my husband. I dialed his cell phone number and didn't let him answer properly.
"Emmett Dale McCarty Cullen! Did you take out my Viper without my permission? Huh? That's a no, no, hell no and fucking no. Emmett you know better than that. Bring it back now, I mean it!" And I hung up the phone. I giggled, knowing really well that my big bear of a husband was just turning around the corner of our cabin and pulling into on our small driveway.
"What the hell was that tantrum about, babe? I was just refilling the tank for you. Geez," he said dramatically, rolling his eyes at me, while turning his back to his side of the garage.
"Besides, I have my own baby to play with here and it is so much better than yours."
I watched him walk around the black and silver Jeep Wrangler Special Edition I gave him as part of our anniversary celebration about two weeks ago. Seventy five years together and happily counting.
I narrowed my eyes playfully at him and walked up to my beloved car.
"Hey baby, did daddy make you run extra fast this morning? Aww sweet thing, mommy's not gonna let daddy take you out again without her permission, okay? I promise." I bit my lip and looked at my husband over my right shoulder. He had his huge arms crossed on his broad chest and he was looking directly at my ass.
"See something you like, big boy?" I asked him, moving my hips seductively from side to side. I heard a soft growl rumble off his chest. Biting my lip again, I tried ignoring him by grabbing a cloth and began cleaning my already super clean car.
"Sure thing sweetheart, the view is quite good from here." I could imagine his dimple grin and my knees suddenly felt weak. Damn those dimples! I hate them.
I kept cleaning the passenger door with the rag, trying to control my sudden arousal and thanked God that I couldn't blush. I bit the inside of my cheek and blocked him out of the scene. That was until I felt his strong and big hands on my hipbones, pulling me back into him. A low moan escaped from my lips and lingered in the air, making Emmett rubbed his hips against my back. I threw the rag on the floor and bent over to pick it up, pushing my ass directly where I knew he needed the friction.
"Tease," he leaned over whispering in my ear, running his hands on my back and slipped them under my shirt.
"Sorry," I half moaned, "I wasn't," and I knew all my resolutions and plans for the day were fucked, really, really, and by all means fucked. He shoved his left hand inside my shorts, playing with the little strip of fabric that separated his magical fingers from the place I craved to feel him the most.
"Oh my God," I softly moaned and leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder. I could swear he was smiling, after letting out a soft groan that cracked my will. My upper body was pinned to his broad chest, his arm over my chest, making my breasts look more round and perky for Emmett to play with. He continued to rub the tips of his fingers over my thong, making me wetter each time he pressed them against my clit.
"Don't -don't tease me baby," I pleaded, but Emmett continued to play with me, kissing the back of my neck and down to the crook of it.
"Let me lead the way kitten. You wouldn't regret it," he whispered on my ear, nipping my earlobe making my body tingle and shudder under his touch. I definitely belonged to this man and he belonged only to me.
I nodded, letting him pleasure me, dropping all my fears and worries so I could feel how much Emmett Dale McCarty Cullen loved me. Using his free hand, he pinched and tugged my already sensitive and hard nipples, making me groan and growl louder than before. Since his fingers still lingered inside my shorts, he used his knee to make me spread my legs wider for him, since his hand needed more space to work on me.
"I'm happy we live alone now, because I can be as spontaneous as I want to be without having to consider eavesdropping family members," Emmett's soft, velvety and husky voice traveled directly to my spine making me yelp when I felt the tip on his middle finger pressing against my entrance.
"Yes… me too… Emm," I moaned loudly again, crossing my arms on the back of his neck, running my nails through his glorious, soft dark curls and pressed them on his scalp. Emmett growled and whimpered, almost stopping what he was doing with his hands.
"Don't stop baby… don't stop…" I said immediately grinding my hips against his hand, after his magic fingers stopped their work. He got to his senses again and pushed his middle finger inside of me, thrusting it in and out painfully slowly, driving me absolutely crazy.
"Emm… yes," I couldn't stop moaning and groaning, pushing my back into his crotch, causing him to whimper my name, so softly that a human couldn't have heard it. But I did and it was wonderful. My body wasn't responding to my brain anymore and I was in overdrive mode.
My body was trembling and shaking, making my legs weaker with each thrust of his finger. When Emmett pushed a second finger in me, I knew I was about to lose it.
"Oh God! Damn baby. I'm… so there," I whimpered with my eyes tightly closed, panting heavily with my head on his shoulder. Emmett grabbed my hair softly, but yet firmly, and bit his favorite spot on my neck. I lost it.
"Emmett, fuck!" My walls clenched tightly around his fingers, making my body convulse and my breathing shallow as one of the most intense orgasms of my life came crashing down on me.
Still panting and trying to ease my breathing, Emmett turned me around to face him, pushing me against the Viper's door and crashed his lips on mine.
"Babe, be careful. We could – Emmett, the Viper," I said breathlessly, but with each word spoken, my man pushed his delicious tongue inside my mouth, making it harder for me to think clearly.
I ran my hands upon his chest and pushed him back with all the force I had, making him stumble and crash his back into the garage cabinets. Emmett's eyes were deep, staring at me and his breathing was shallow as I walked slowly toward him, gaining a fuck-me-now grin from him that made all things around me disappear.
"Now, it's my turn to please my man, don't you think?" I said and knelt on the garage floor, looking up to meet Emmett's dark eyes, his usual tawny color hidden behind a curtain of lust.
A/N: Can't wait to read your thoughts about this lemon. As I said, things are going to get shaken up and not in a good way. *smiles* See you next week!
