Disclaimer: Hayden does not own Twilight, but he does own this story idea. ENOUGH SAID!

Hey there, I'm back with another lemon. This has more of a plot than any lemon I've ever written so hopefully you enjoy it. It's filled with some sexual tension and sex, of course. As always, let me know what you think, I enjoyed writing this. Now get to reading!


BPOV

The smooth leather of the cover sidled between my fingers as I smiled down at the open page. It was finally finished and I couldn't wait to show Edward. Each page had brought back many memories- some were good, but most were amazing.

His soft drawl brought me out of my daze, "Hello, love." I felt his warm fingers rest against the base of my neck as he leaned across the backside of the couch to kiss me. Edward's aftershave overwhelmed my senses; the sharp smell of spice tingling every nerve ending. The stubble on his check brushed against my face, making me giggle at the sensation. When he spoke again, his tone sounded tired.

"What's that, Bella?"

Even though he'd just returned home from work, his breath smelled minty and I couldn't help but lean back and capture his soft mouth. Edward's slick tongue traced my upper lip and when I allowed him entrance, it skimmed my teeth. My husband chuckled as he pulled back, our mouths separating so I could answer his question.

"It's our scrapbook."

The corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled and the crooked grin on his lips, made me to grin goofily, "Silly Bella, I know it's our scrapbook, but is it done? Will you stop pouring over the pages and spend an entire summer pouring over me?"

"Not until you look at it," I patted the empty spot next to me, "Now sit. I want to show you something."

I could hear him toe off his shoes; his feet padding across the hardwood floors. The familiarity made me smile. The couch shifted beside me as he settled into the leather. Edward leaned over and dragged his nose across my chin, grazing the line of my jaw.

"Summer Memories? How fitting."

His lips followed his nose and soon my body was slack as he pushed me against the armrest. My protests were muffled by his lean body, so I relaxed as he explored my mouth. The palms of my hands rested against his back and I felt the muscles relax as I massaged his shoulders. Edward smiled against my mouth and pecked my lips one last time, before pulling back. My cheeks were flushed and I felt breathless, but my husband was smirking, his lithe body draped over the opposite side of the couch.

"Are you finished?"

Edward gestured for me to scoot closer toward him, "I'm all ears."

I leaned into his body, tucking my left elbow against his side, as I pointed to the first picture. The white border framed a boy's baseball team, plus clumsy, awkward Bella Swan. I stood in front of Edward; both of us grinning stupidly while the rest of his teammates looked serious, "Do you remember this?"

The grin on his face matched the one shown in the picture, informing me that he remembered. His hand settled itself on my thigh, as he gently massaged my leg, "Of course. But your promise wasn't fulfilled, in case you've forgotten.


EPOV

Dust clouded my lungs as I stepped out onto the field. I was waiting for the biggest game of my life. My family was there, prepared to watch our team take home the state baseball championship. This would be the last game of my senior year.

"Hey stranger."

When I turned, I saw Bella standing on the edge of the infield, wearing my blue, home baseball jersey. The long fabric was knotted and rested against the lower part of her belly. My hat was askew, resting on the top of her head, "Hey you. What are you doing on the field? Shouldn't you be finding a seat in the stands?"

I gestured to the empty stadium, as my nerves got the best of me. Bella appeared to notice the tension on my face because she stepped closer to me, "What's wrong?"

"I'm nervous." My smile was weak and I could feel the tension settle into my shoulders. My girlfriend smiled softly, her chocolate brown eyes watching me.

"Why? It's just another game and you've played dozens." Bella's hand traveled up my chest, grazing across my neck, before settling itself in my hair. She gently massaged the side of my head, lowering her fingers to relieve the tension in the back of my neck.

"Maybe I just need to get my mind off the game."

I felt her hand make its way down my neck, rubbing my left shoulder. Her hand reached the small of my back and the small girl pulled me closer to her, "I think I can help you with that." Bella's tiny palm skimmed across the hem of my baseball pants, her finger fiddling with the button.

Bella hadn't made any advances toward me in the past; my girlfriend was generally sweet and reserved. My breath caught in my throat as she undid the button and tugged at the zipper. The sound seemed to echo throughout the stadium, "Edward…"

Her voice was seductive and as I stopped looking past her, I realized that Bella was kneeling before me. There was a quick jerk and the hem of my pants now rested above my black socks, "Is that any better, handsome?"

I stuttered out my reply, but Bella glanced up and smiled, "I wasn't talking to you, sweetheart." Her brown hair became a curtain around her face as she leaned forward and nuzzled my erection. It strained against my boxer-briefs, tenting the material. I sucked in a sharp breath as Bella reached up and grasped the elastic band, rolling the underwear down unveiling my hard-on, "I was talking to him."

"Bella." My hips rocked as she placed her heavy palms against the soft skin of my thighs, her face moving closer to my penis. I saw her pink tongue flicker out, gently skimming the top of the head, "Fuck!"

"Eager, Edward?"

I couldn't respond as my eyes rolled back and Bella blew against the sensitive skin, "Bella, please." Her lips wrapped around the edge of my erection, taking the swollen head into her mouth. Bella's hand reached around my body and rested below the curve of my butt, her fingers clenching me as I slid further into her mouth.

Her tongue skated across the underside of my prick and she raked her teeth along the skin. Bella opened her mouth and I watched as more of my erection slid past her pink lips. It was hard to keep from grasping at her head, so as I stood in the middle of the field clenching my fists.

I was close, but Bella pulled back. I groaned as my girlfriend pulled the underwear back over my swollen erection. Once the fabric was where it belonged, she smiled and got to her feet, "I'll finish later…but you have to win. Good luck, Edward."


BPOV

"That was so mean of you. I blame you for our loss." His voice was husky as my palm rested against his now unbuttoned pants. I smiled and noticed that my husband was starting to get excited, as he relived the memory.

"I could make it up to you now?"

He laughed quietly and rested his hand atop of mine, "As much as I'd love that, I suggest we save it for later. I wouldn't want to ruin your book." His eyes were dark with lust and I could tell it was taking every ounce of strength to stop him from taking me, book or not.

I gently traced the black border of the next picture with the tip of my fingernail. It was a picture of Edward's college car: a 69 Dodge Charger that he'd built it with his father. I'd gone to visit him and he'd been covered head to toe in grease. I shivered at the thought and Edward's lips moved close to my ear. His whisper ghosted across my ear, as he spoke quietly, "Now whose getting excited."

"That car was so sexy. And what we did in the back seat was even better."

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The white towel spotted with grease rested against his firm ass, hanging from his back pocket. It was all I could see as he leaned in, to look at the engine of his car. I couldn't stop myself and my Edward's laughter reverberated against the hood of the car, as my wolf whistle cut across the garage.

When he turned toward me, I grimaced at the grease smeared across his face, until my eyes followed a trail down his chest. His abs glistened as the light shone on them, black goo smeared across his stomach. The gunk indented into his abs and had sidled down his stomach, stopping just above the button on his ripped jeans.

Edward stalked toward me, hands extended. The tips of his fingers were coated with grease and dark spots covered his palms. The shifty look on his face made me nervous, but when he spoke, I knew I had to escape, "I'll show you dirty, love."

I squealed and backed away from him, effectively pinning myself against the wall. His spicy smell entered my nostrils as he closed in, "Do not touch me! I mean it, Edward!"

He rested his hands above my head, palms flat against the bland, white drywall. I glanced up at my shirtless fiancé, trying to bite back a moan as his green eyes sparkled, "What if I do?"

"No sex. Ever again."

Despite my obvious effort to keep control, his intense gaze caused me to whimper. Edward tipped his chin down and stared defiantly into my face. I inhaled deeply, waiting for his hands to wipe grease across my face, but I was greeted instead by his soft, warm lips.

Edward's tongue ran across my lower lip as his face pressed closer to mine. His hands slid down to grip my thighs and he lifted me up, pressing me into the wall. My fiancé didn't waste any time. His right hand slipped between our bodies, to lift the hem of my shirt. The assault on my lips didn't lessen until he needed to peel the white t-shirt above my head.

I whimpered as his lips crashed back down onto mine. He kept his eyes open when we kissed and I clawed at his back when I caught a glimpse of his dark, green irises.

"What, Bella, tell me." His tone didn't leave any room for argument, so I obliged and spoke.

"Fuck me, now. Please, Edward."

He set me on the ground and stalked away, leaving me stranded and panting as I leaned against the Cullen's garage door. When he opened the door to his car, I gasped, "Come here."

My legs were shaky as I started toward him, shirtless in the normally chilly garage. It didn't feel cold as Edward's stare burned into me. He jerked his head, gesturing for me to crawl into the backseat, so I obeyed. The soft leather was cool against my back as I waited for him to come in after me.

The car door shut as I lay on my back, watching as he cleaned his hands off, taking his time while I whimpered, waiting to be filled. When the door clicked and he pulled it open, I noticed he'd left the jeans on the floor beneath him.

"Look at you, Isabella. Panting like a whore, biting your lip, waiting for your man to fill you. You need me, don't you?" I nodded but when his eyes flashed, I knew he wasn't satisfied with my response, "Answer the fuckin' question, Bella."

"Yes, I need you."

Sometimes these games could last for hours, but Edward didn't make me wait long. His hand reached between my thighs, spreading my legs. He inhaled deeply before roughly unsnapping the button of my pants.

Our lips crashed together as he yanked the fabric down my legs and our tongues tangled. My hands shot out and tugged the underwear from his body, as I wrapped my legs around his back. I was growing desperate and Edward could sense it. He reached between our bodies to guide himself in.

"Edward! Son, where are you? Your mother and I need help with the groceries."

EPOV

"Oh, God, I remember being so pissed that day and Carlisle couldn't figure out why." I was grinning, leaning back into the couch, as Bella rested in my lap her head on my chest.

"You weren't the only frustrated one. Remember when Alice guessed it?"

I closed my eyes and nodded, pressing a kiss to the crown of Bella's head, "She didn't guess. She got lucky because we forgot to pick up my underwear. How could we have forgotten?"

Bella shifted in my lap, her butt grinding against my pants. I groaned loudly but hurriedly bit my lip, not wanting to wake anyone in the house. My wife giggled and shifted herself again, making me growl, "If you don't stop, I'm going to fuck you, right here."

"Explain to me why that would be a bad thing?"

I trailed my lips down to the top of her ear, gently biting at the flesh, "Because, I want to save that for my birthday."

"You are extremely naughty, Mr. Cullen."

Bella leaned against my chest and pointed to the final picture. We both stood against the backside of our house, leaning against the deck railing. I kissed the side of Bella's head, "I definitely remember that day."

She smiled and turned to kiss me, "Of course. How could we forget?"


BPOV

We'd finally done it. Edward and I were married weeks before. The grin had been permanently plastered to my face once my name had gone from Swan to Cullen. But the sight before me was too much to handle.

He was shirtless, allowing me to admire my Adonis from behind the sliding glass door, leading out from our kitchen. Sweat coated his back and the sun's rays were tanning his normally light skin. The low khaki shorts hugged his hips, making me wish he'd turn around and give me a view of his slick muscles.

Edward was painting the newly built deck in our backyard. He and his brothers had built it and now it was Edward's job to stain it white. He'd complained that our dog would ruin it, his black paw prints staining the paint after a few minutes in the mud, but I'd been persistent.

"Edward, white would look perfect. Our house is light blue, for heaven's sake. Any other color would look awkward. Just trust me, please!"

It was our first fight as a married couple. My husband had been leaning against the railing, his arms crossed. Jasper and Emmett were snickering as they added the last nails to the floorboards, "Why does it need painting, anyway? Can't we just apply water repellant?"

"No, it needs painted. We aren't rednecks, Edward. Our house will look nice." My foot was tapping against the deck and Edward averted his eyes from mine. I let out an exasperated sigh and turned away, walking into the house. The sliding glass door slammed behind me and I could hear the guys murmuring after my exit.

My husband had left to get paint, leaving me alone in the house. But now he was back. I slid the glass open and stepped out onto the deck that was still partially unpainted, "Hey, it looks nice, doesn't it?"

He grunted a response and continued, not turning around to address me. The brush bristles stroked the bland looking wood as Edward added the first coat. I stepped closer and reached out, my hand resting on his shoulder, "I didn't mean to upset you."

"You got what you wanted didn't you?"

I tried not to groan and my hand dropped from his sweat slickened shoulder, "Edward, please don't be angry…"

I paused and waited for him to respond. He dropped the paint brush into the tray and turned toward me, his eyes flashing. I gasped when he pushed me back toward the sliding glass doors, my feet dragging through some of the dribbled paint.

My back pressed against the side of the house and his lips immediately attached themselves to my neck. He nipped at my soft skin, marking my pale flesh, "Edward!"

"What? Not so demanding anymore, are you?"

His hands framed my body, holding me captive between him and the house. I wouldn't be able to get away, even if I wanted to. My eyes traveled down his body and once I spotted the obvious bulge beneath his paint stained khakis, I moaned.

"Is there something I can help you with, Mrs. Cullen?" He spun my body, pressing me against the railing of the deck, his eyes demanding a response. I could only nod, not trusting my voice, "What is it, Bella?"

When I tried to unbutton his shorts to shove them down his long legs, he scowled and grabbed my wrists, clutching them tightly.

"Don't fuckin' move. I'm in control, Bella, not you." When he released my hands, I let them fall to my sides, surrendering myself to him. His fingers tugged on the bottom of my shirt, "It's a good thing you're not wearing a shirt you like."

I didn't understand what he was getting at, until he ripped the middle of my shirt, sending buttons scattering across the deck, "Your nipples are hard, Bella. What has you so worked up?"

His right hand settled between the apex of my thighs and I rocked my hips, grinding against the palm. I needed to touch him so badly, but he wouldn't allow it. As I thrust against his hand, his lips trailed down the column of my neck, leaving wet love bites against my skin.

The wet paint from the deck was staining my back; I could feel the cool white liquid coating me but my husband didn't appear to care. His hands reached up and massaged my breast through the blue bra I was wearing.

"Fuck, Bella, you know what you wearing blue does for me. Makes my dick so hard… you like it hard, don't you. You love to tease your husband, just like earlier when you were being so fucking demanding."

I felt his hand slide beneath my skirt, soft palms touching my legs. My legs spread and his fingers crept up my thigh, searching for my leaking core.

"God, so wet, I should plunge my fingers in and fuck you, listen to your screams. You'd be so tight, even after all the times I've been inside you. How many times have I come inside you, Bella? I'd love to do it right now. Keep you pressed against the railing and slide my hard dick in."

He slipped the underwear down my thighs and dropped them onto the wooden floor of the deck. I wanted to pull his shorts off, and shove him into me but Edward still wouldn't let me move my hands.

"Bella! If you want something then fucking speak but do not move your hands, or I'll tie them to the railing."

"Edward! I need you, please!"

My eyes rolled back into my head as his fingers slipped in, stretching me for his erection. His harsh chuckle caused me to whimper and when as he fingered me with his right hand, the left undid the snap of his shorts.

I cried out as his slick boner poked out from the khakis and nudged against the outside of my soaked crotch. The tip of his penis slipped in between my folds, and he jerked his hips pushing the entire length inside.

"Oh!" He gripped the railing behind me, thrusting his hips as his dick slid in and out. My hands shot out and circled around his neck, pulling my husband's lips down to meet mine. His tongue pressed against mine as each thrust drew me closer to orgasm.

"Whoa! What are you two doing?" Edward growled in my ear and I swear he gnashed his teeth as my eyes rolled back. I recognized the voice but when Edward rocked his hips sharply, I cried out, my walls gripping his thick penis.

"Close your eyes, or leave Emmett, but I'm finishing this."

"Then you'd better tell Mom to close her eyes because here she comes!"


EPOV

Recalling the memories of past summers had excited me. Bella had already unbuttoned my pants but now as she spoke of the stories, her hand began to massage my penis. I was breathing harshly and Bella was grinning as she continued to rub me.

When her hand stopped its ministrations, I growled, but my wife smirked, "If we do this, you'd better be quiet. I don't want you waking the kids. Okay?"

My pants were shoved down my thighs and my erection pushed up against my underwear. As Bella watched, I gently lifted her up and slid away my white boxer-briefs. She licked her lips before standing to remove any clothing covering her delicious body.

It wasn't long before she climbed on top, sliding down onto my penis. Her hips rocked and she dipped her face to rest against my shoulder as I thrust up into her, my dick slipping across her wet lips, "Edward! Harder please, I won't last long!"

Her face was red and sweat was beginning to bead on her face, so I gripped her by the hips and lifted. My knees bent and placed her on the couch, never leaving her soaked hole. I felt the walls spasm around me, as I fucked her against the couch, the sounds of our sex echoing through the empty room.

"Now! Please!"

Bella's walls gripped me as she came, convulsing around my penis. I crashed my lips onto hers as I released inside of my wife, my hands holding my body above her, as not to crush her small frame. We caught our breath, mouths close together, Bella sighed when I spoke, "Maybe we should take a picture of this and put it in your little book."

My wife giggled and nodded, so I shifted onto my side, tucking her body against me. Bella reached up to grab and blanket to cover us, before drifting off to sleep next to me. We'd get a picture of our tenth summer together after she woke up. I kissed her sweaty temple and snuggled closer, smiling at the scrapbook lying on the floor, wondering if Bella had planned this. Regardless, I knew the book would bring plenty of memories, but the summer ones were my favorite for now.

Each section built up to the final orgasm and sex at the end. I hope you guys understood everything and liked it. Anyway, REVIEW and be sure to check out tomorrow's chapter. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

See you soon,

Hayden


Ok, we're finally back on track, and tomorrow's chapter is the second part of MsKathy's trilogy! :D

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