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"Outside the Box" chapter 7 "Jax and his Motorcycle Momma"

As I lie in bed and gaze up to the ceiling, I wondered why I couldn't fall asleep. I've been tossing and turning for hours, and I'm getting quite anxious. Every time I look at the clock, I count down just how much sleep I'll get if I fell asleep now.

Before it was six hours. Then it was five, and now I'm looking at three and a half.

Aggravated now, I pulled my sheet from me and tip-toed out of my bedroom. I remembered to grab my robe first, and yet still shivered and shook as I made my way to the kitchen.

Edward seems to believe that if we keep the apartment at sub-zero temperatures, despite the sweltering heat outside, the cockroaches will stay at bay. I personally use the energy saver setting, but of course I could always shut it off and mooch off Edward's air conditioner. Then I'll have to sleep with my door open, and that's not happening.

The other day I had the weirdest wet dream. I dreamt that Edward watched me sleep, which caused me to masturbate while he still watched. It was amazing, but when I woke up it felt real—like one of those dreams that felt real. Okay, so I have no good analogies there. But it felt real, dammit.

And...Edward ignored me the next day. It could all be in my head. I did eat his yogurt again. I don't know. We're back to normal now, and Edward would never be creepy enough to come watch me sleep.

I am.

I'm the creepy fuck who watches him sleep.

I've developed some creepy, serial killer behavior. What I do is stand in the archway of the kitchen and eat yogurt while I watch him. The yogurt keeps me from lunging and devouring him—it's all in the spoon. I pretend the spoon is his dick; meanwhile, I can't see shit when he sleeps. He's covered by too many damn blankets.

Otherwise when I stare at him, like in everyday life, an odd thing happens. The only way to describe it is, I am Wile E. Coyote and Edward is the Roadrunner. When I see Edward—the Roadrunner—I don't see Edward. I see a huge roasted chicken. He's like a cartoon mirage.

Now if only an anvil can drop from the sky and knock some sense into my ass...

That'd be classic.

"I can feel your eyes on me," Edward said.

"Huh?" I turned around and pretended like I didn't say anything. I threw my spoon into the sink while I opened and closed the refrigerator for no reason. "I think you're dreaming." I said in the archway again.

"Whatever...go to bed..." He rolled over. "What time do you have to be at the museum?" He yawned.

I smiled wide. "Eight-thirty. I'm always nervous for my first day. It's not really my first day..." I waved a hand and went to sit next to him on his bed. "I just have to go in, make a schedule, and then I'm off for two weeks." I shivered a bit and grabbed his blanket to cover myself.

Hmmm. I melted where I sat. Edward's legs were so warm.

"Christ...your feet...they're like ice-cubes."

"Whose idea was it to keep this place like a meat freezer?" I asked.

He ignored that and this time I felt his eyes on me in the dark. "Tomorrow is my last day of school."

I nodded. "Will you work at the bistro full-time?"

"No," he whispered. "Well...I'll work Sunday afternoons, too. I signed up to teach summer school. It's half days and I'll be at one of those nice schools." He sat up and I could tell by his voice he was smiling.

It made me smile too. "That's great."

"Thursday...I said I'd go see this apartment...did you want to come?"

I nodded but otherwise didn't say anything. It's been two weeks since we were at his parent's house, and he hasn't brought up the subject again. I didn't want to bring it up. I expected him to do so. "What's this apartment like?" I asked.

"Um...I hear it's in a decent building. There's two bedrooms, an eat-in kitchen, a small living area, one bathroom, and it gets fumigated every few months. It's not too far away from here. Although..." he sighed. "I'm hoping when September rolls around I'll have a permanent spot at ERHS."

"Huh?" I asked.

"Eleanor Roosevelt high school. That's where I'm teaching this summer. It's on the East side—76th Street."

"Oh..." I said. "But...living here you have to travel uptown anyway. So what's the big deal if you travel downtown and to the East side?"

"I know. It'd just be nice to walk...then again, if we get a place close to there, you can't walk to school anymore."

I smiled so wide listening to his words. "Um..." I giggled. "I'm in no rush, and if I have to travel it's no biggie. Find a place you like."

"What?" He laughed.

"Find a place—" I yawned, feeling exhausted.

"No, I heard you. I just didn't expect you to be so...so accommodating and so go with the flow," he said. "Doesn't matter. You shouldn't have to travel. After all, if it was that big deal I'd just get my own apartment." He sighed as he rolled back over.

"A huh." I curled up in a ball by his feet.

"Bella?"

I melted into the mattress, feeling oddly at ease—tired even.

/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/=/

"So...you're telling me—" Rose placed her hand on her chest. "-that you finally made it into my brother's bed, and nothing happened?" She made a face.

I giggled and shook my head no. "Honest. Nothing happened. We were talking and I just fell out."

"Nothing happened?"

"Nothing." I frowned this time.

"Huh?" Rose put out her cigarette.

"Since when do you smoke, anyway?" I asked.

She blew her smoke out and faced me. "Since I'm trying to lose five pounds."

"That works?" I asked.

"When you're hungry, instead of food—smoke a cigarette," she shrugged. "Yeah, it works."

"Oh...so you'd rather get lung cancer than sign up for Weight Watchers?" I asked and almost bumped into some old guy. "Watch it, gramps." I turned back to Rose.

She shrugged again. "It's only five pounds. You should try it too." She poked my stomach. "Not smoking...just losing a few pounds. It is the summer."

"I've been doing a lot of...emotional eating." I frowned. "But who cares? No one wants to fuck me anyway, so I'll enjoy my food." I nodded. "What's your story?"

"Emmett is taking me to New Jersey again...the Jersey Shore this time. His whole family—aunts, cousins, and what-not—will be there. They rent a house down there. I just want to look my best because I'll be wearing a bathing suit most of the time."

I nodded and sipped my iced coffee.

"Did Edward tell you he has a date with Chelsea this Friday?"

I continued to frown. "He doesn't talk about her. I know they have met for coffee—"

"He's not serious about her, so don't worry about it. This date is actually a mixer thrown by her daddy's firm. She needed a date, and Edward is so persuadable." She rolled her eyes. "I don't think he like-likes her."

I snorted. "Are they still sleeping together?"

She shook her head no. "Not that I know of—look, I have to head back to the office."

I nodded. "Thanks for not having lunch with me."

"Shut up." She kissed my forehead. "We had coffee...same shit."

I waved to her as she rapidly walked away from me.

From there I hopped back on the subway and went home. I had nothing else to do, so I went home. This morning when I went to the museum, I was able to make myself a cushy schedule. I'll be working eleven a.m. to seven p.m. four days a week. I can't wait. Things will still be tight money wise, but with Edward paying more it's not so bad. He doesn't pay a weekly rate as of recent. We actually went half on the rent for June, so I had some money saved just in case. It's not a fortune...just a few hundred dollars for my pocket.

When I entered the apartment Edward was home, and he wasn't alone.

"Bella, this is James." Edward introduced me to a tall blonde male. Someone should tell him that his pony tail, which is circa 1985, is out of style, unless he's in a motorcycle club.

I love me some Sons of Anarchy.

That'd be hot.

"Hi..." I waved and noticed that he held a helmet. "You—um—" I swallowed. "You drive a motorcycle?" I asked.

James nodded but gave a brief look to Edward. "My wife and I are trying to have a baby, so I'm riding this as much as possible, until I have to sell it."

"You'll look good in a minivan." Edward patted his back. "You can't lug a baby around in your work truck."

I felt stupid just standing there. "Do you ride?" I asked Edward.

His cheeks became flushed and he looked down.

"Him?" James jerked his thumb. "The first time I took him out he had a panic attack. We're going to try it again, though."

"Oh..." I reached out to rub Edward's arm but took my hand back fast. "That's understandable." I looked back to James. "What outfit are you with?"

"Outfit?" He asked like he didn't hear me.

Edward laughed. "Just because he rides, doesn't mean he's with a gang—"

"Sons of Anarchy?" James asked.

I nodded. "I love that show."

James smirked in my direction. "People say I look like that guy. What's his name, Jax?"

I shook my head. "You don't—I mean—shit." I stopped talking.

Edward was laughing hysterically, and I had no idea why.

"I'm going to make myself a sandwich." I walked away from them and entered the kitchen.

"Bella?" Edward had followed me.

"You want one?" I asked, grabbing for the bread.

"No...I'm heading out."

"Okay," I waved. "When will—" I stopped talking. It's none of my business when he'll be home.

"Not too late," he winked, and I didn't know what that wink meant. "See you, pretty girl." He bit his lip and I could tell he really wanted to smile.

"Where are you—" I caught myself again.

He is not my boyfriend. He is not my boyfriend. He is not my boyfriend.

"What?" Edward asked.

"Fuck!" I slapped my forehead. "What'd you hear?"

"Huh?" He looked confused.

"What was that?" I played stupid.

"I don't know." Edward looked down. "I'm confused."

I nodded and shrugged my shoulders, at a loss. I had no idea what to say. "See you later, sexy pants." I winked back.

Booya! Fuck you! Woot-Woot! I hope you're all uncomfortable now. I was mentally cheering and doing fucking cart wheels.

"Sexy pants?" He chuckled. "You're too cute." He patted my arm and left again.

I slumped my shoulders. Cute? Bunnies and babies are fucking cute. I called him sexy pants. Can't he call me "tight-pussy" or something equally erotic as that?

Fucking, sexy pants...What am I going to do with him?

Then as soon as I heard the door close, I knew what I was going to do with him. I forgot about my sandwich and ran into my bedroom. I grabbed my vibrator and shimmied out of my pants and underwear. Then, I practically did a nose dive into my bed while I giggled madly.

I was so excited.

Orgasm, here I come...literally.

Wacka-wacka-wacka.

I was wet enough, so I didn't bother with anything special, like Crisco or Astroglide. It's not like I have those things anyway. I was quick to align it with myself and shove it right the fuck in there. Even that felt fucking amazing, until I turned it on, and then it felt a whole lot better.

The sound of it filled my ears and I tried to ignore it. This damn thing was so loud—

I couldn't concentrate, but then I closed my eyes.

In a crowded bar I was dancing next to Rose to some great music. We knew some guys were watching us, so we got down very low to swing our hips.

"He's staring at you." Rose whispered.

"Who?" I asked and whipped my head around.

"The president. Don't look."

I swayed my hips as I made my way up, and locked eyes with the president. His leather jacket and tight jeans looked amazing on him, and I could still see the dragon tattoo that went up his neck. His green eyes stared back while his hand ran through that copper sex hair he has.

Suddenly, I was turned away from him and in Jake's arms. "What are you doing here?" He held me close to dance, and I danced along with him.

"Dancing," I said.

"You should go. You don't belong here. Its members only," he whispered. "I'm trying hard to get in, and you—you being here is a huge distraction for me. None of the other guys bring their girlfriends—"

Then I watched as Jake was pushed to the side, and Edward, the President, took my hand. "Beat it, Prospect." We didn't exchange any words, and Jake was smart. He didn't open his mouth at all.

"Come with me," Edward said.

I kept hold of his hand and followed him into a back room—

No, a garage.

I held his hand as he brought me into a garage filled with motorcycles. "Wow," I said, looking at all the chrome and steel that filled the area. There were quite a few beautiful bikes in here.

"Pick one." He waved his arm.

"Pick one?" I bit my finger seductively.

"Which one do you want me to fuck you on?"

My head whipped around once again to pick out a bike. "I don't—" I wanted to say that I had no preference, but I'm guessing Edward knew that. He crashed his lips to mine as he shrugged out of his leather jacket.

Muscles. All I felt were muscles, rock hard muscles pushing against me, and when I ran my hands up his chest he was all sweaty.

"I want to lick your muscles." I whispered.

He nodded and stood back so I could lick his muscles. I kissed, licked, and bit him while my hands were fast to undo his pants. "I want you to fuck me."

"I plan to." He pulled me up by my hair and then lifted me up. He went all Cave-Ward on me. Since he's the President and I went to his club's—The Sons of...ah fuck it...Anarchy—party, he didn't even have to ask. I was his whether I liked it or not. If I wasn't down then I had no business showing up. My body latched on to his as he brought me over to a bike. The seat was cool against my ass and legs, while there was a fire going on in my crotch area. "Let me see your tits."

I did him one better.

I snapped my fingers—like Sabrina the Teenage Witch—and suddenly we were both naked.

"How'd that happen?" Edward asked as he looked down at his naked body.

"Magic." I pulled him toward me. "Now fuck me on this bike."

He nodded and grabbed his dick. "I will fuck you on this bike."

"Okay," then I decided to leave the dialogue out of this fantasy, and turn Edward—my vibrator—up a notch or two.

His perfect penis smiled at me as he came toward me. He didn't grow teeth and lips, but he looked hard and happy—ready to be fucked. My response was to smile, lean back, and get ready to take the cock. I did just that. Edward rammed his cock into me hard, making me gasp out in pleasure. His body rocked against me, as the pressure in my belly grew and grew.

He was good.

He fucked me just the way I liked it—with a dick, and I was surprised that his cock vibrated. "I tweaked it special for you," he panted. "One thousand RPMs per minute."

"...thank you. What's that mean?" Motorcycle-gang-Ward confused me.

"Revolutions—per—minute!" He fucked me with his words.

"You're so smart." I clawed at his back while he picked up the pace. "Edward." I breathed.

"Bella." He said through clenched teeth.

"I'm...Edward, I'm—" I was close and my body started to convulse. "Harder—Edward..." I moaned, and spread my legs wider.

"Bella..."

"Edward..." My body rocked to his roughly, and I came around his cock. It felt amazing and my body slumped back against the bike. "...Edward."

Sighing, I laid back wearing a silly grin and rubbed my feet against my sheets.

"What?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" I let out a mortified scream as he was suddenly in my bedroom—come on, you knew it was coming. If I wasn't horrified and this was "Saved by the Bell" I'd stop time and raise an eyebrow at the audience, like Zack Morris. The smoothest motherfucker ever. Too bad all his television shows since then get cancelled after a season or two of him starring in it.

So not the time.

"Christ...are you okay?" Edward let himself in. "I heard you yelling." His eyes raked down my body. I was fully covered by a sheet, so I hoped I could get-away with saying 'I was taking a nap'. "What's that noise?"

"What noise?" I sat up and did a little shake when the vibrator went deeper.

"Wow...your face is so red. Want the AC on? It's stifling in here."

I snapped my fingers. If the AC was on in the first place, no one would be able to hear my vibrator. "Yes, please."

I watched that sexy fucker—the Roadrunner, dressed as a three-course meal—walk over to the window and turn on the Air Conditioner. While he wasn't looking, I reached down to shut off the vibe, but then left it on. Fuck it. He'll be gone in a second and I can go for round two. Edward is always forgetting something. He'll be gone soon. Yup. Yup.

So I squirmed my hips a little.

"Are you really okay? Why were you..." he trailed off and looked around the room.

"I—I thought I saw a spider." I lied. "-and I heard you come in."

He arched one of his perfect brows.

I shook a little and looked away from him when my squirming made the vibrator move. It was a great spot too. Fuck. "I—I," I hung my head and tried to catch my breath. "You should go..."

"What's wrong?" He came to sit on my bed. "You can tell me."

I nodded and swallowed. "I—oh fuck—I can do cockroaches but not spiders."

He laughed. "I just forgot my wallet. I'll see you later." He patted my back and instinctively I grasped his shoulders. "Um..."

"I'm sorry." I breathed, ready to take it home a second time. I took my hands back, but he was quick to latch on.

"Bella?" He asked. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I wrapped my arms around him to hug him. His scent threw me into overdrive and I bit down on his t-shirt as I came again. I moaned and did another shake.

"Um...Bella?"

"Thanks for the hug, roomy." I breathed.

"Why is your bed vibrating?" He asked. Cause he's a stupid motherfucker, that's why.

I leaned away. "I don't know what you're talking about." I clamped my legs closed which only made it louder. "May—maybe I'm possessed by the devil." I threw that out there, but there was no way I'd flop around and pretend. Last time I did that—for no good reason—I gave myself a headache.

He laughed. "I think the bed moved in that movie. It didn't vibrate."

"Your mother sucks cocks in hell." I said in my best demon voice. "Chelsea is a whore!...See?"

He grinned and rose off the bed. "Are you—were you—" he looked confused. "Is that all you do?" He looked serious for a minute.

I pushed my hair behind my ear and looked away from him. "Huh?...it's the devil, I say." This time I had a British accent. "Te quiero, Taco Bell." I said and feigned panic.

I whined. "I don't speak Spanish—I'm speaking in tongues—help me. Fucking El Diablo—what'd you say bitch?" The devil asked, sounding like Rick James this time. "Charlie Murphy!...Help me." I looked innocently up to Edward and tried not to laugh. "Is there any writing on me?" I lifted my shirt to show him my bra—mainly my tits. "The real Bella might be trying to get out—eat my pussy—shut up—eat my pussy. See?" I snorted a little and lowered my shirt.

He wasn't surprised by any of that and kept his eyes glued to mine. "Were you? You—you were—" he backed away from me and tripped over my sneaker. Then he fell right on his ass.

I got onto my knees and laughed which pushed the vibrator out of me. Luckily he was too busy trying to get up and didn't notice me shut it off. "What's up with you?"

"What's up with me?" He brushed off his ass. "You were...and you said my name...and did you just...um...fuck," he trailed his hand through his hair. "This is—uh—this is..."

I laughed louder. "What the fuck are you trying to say?"

"You were mast—" he blew out a breath. "Y-y-y-you always ma-ma-mast..." he stuttered. "When I came—"

"You came?" I asked. "When? Just now?" I snickered.

"—home. When I came home...th-that's what you were doing. Every day...you mast..."

I knew what he was trying to say. I wasn't as embarrassed as you might think. I honestly didn't give a fuck. Nope. Not when he's being a stuttering fool. The man can't even say 'masturbating'. This was awesome.

I picked up the vibrator. Since "operation: seduce Edward" was forgotten about, I decided to go ahead with it now. "I was masturbating." I showed him the vibrator.

"That—that—" he pointed.

I grinned and stared at it. "Yeah, it's pretty big."

He gulped as he stared at it. "Why—why did you say—"

"I came twice just now." I ignored what he said. "I'm still on it." I licked the tip of the vibrator to taste myself and let out a little moan. "Wow...I was crazy wet too." I leaned back and sighed. "I like cock."

Edward gulped again and adjusted his dick.

"I like sucking dick too." I placed the whole fucking thing in my mouth and took it deep. Then I gagged a little and eased up. "Do you like blow-jobs, Edward?"

"Fuck..."

I giggled. "There's nothing wrong with masturbation." I palmed my own tit.

He shook his head no. "I jack it in the shower."

"I hear you." I admitted.

"You...you-you..."

"Did you find your wallet?" James poked his head in and I was quick to try and hide the vibrator. Too bad it slipped out of my hands and turned itself on. It rolled onto the floor and made a whole bunch of noise now.

"Fuck." I went to hop out of bed to get it, but then remembered I wasn't wearing anything from the waist down

"Shit—sorry." James backed out of the room and then I heard a crash. He must have fell on something.

Edward was still staring at me.

"Can you grab that?" I asked. "Edward?" I was very nervous now, and in the back of my mind wondered if James was okay. I heard him groaning. "He better not be masturbating."

"What?" Edward turned around. "Fuck!" He left the room.

I hopped out of bed, making a toga out of my sheet, grabbed the vibe to shut it off, and ran out to see James. He was on the floor while my entertainment center was on top of him.

"Oh my God." I covered my mouth.

"You okay, buddy?" Edward lifted it up, and I surveyed the damage.

I'm evil, and didn't give a fuck about his friend. I wondered if my TV was okay. It looked okay, but the few framed pictures I had broke. Glass littered the floor and my CDs and DVDs did too.

"Let me just..." I turned to go back into my room. I threw on my panties and pants I wore earlier, and ran back out into the living room .

"Go put something on your feet." Edward said. He too worried more about the television and was placing it on the coffee table. I ran back to get my flip-flops and then flopped back out there.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

James wouldn't look at me as he held his head, and Edward wore a wide smile.

"I'm just going to go." James said as he stood up again.

"Sorry." I said.

"What were you—never mind." He shook his head and then stared at Edward.

"Might as well," Edward slapped his hand to James'. "I have to meet Chelsea in the village in an hour."

"Chelsea?" I asked, and basically ignored James as he made his way out. "You have to help me clean this." I kicked a piece of glass. "You can't leave."

"Just relax. I'll do it," Edward pushed his hair back. "You mast—you..." he shook his head. "Only you could do what you were doing and cause a catastrophe."

I grinned and took two steps toward him. "It's a gift."

"I see that." He looked down. "You really like to fuck with people too."

Then I looked down and silence filled the room. After a few minutes it started to drive me crazy. "So you have a date?"

"Coffee...she wants to—"

I waved my hand. "I don't care." I didn't want to hear about his Chelsea. "I'm sorry I acted—when I heard someone come in, I just wanted to make sure it was you." I shrugged.

He nodded with a frown. "I figured such...were you...when you called—that's why you were yelling?"

I chuckled. "You have some timing."

He laughed too. "Sorry we disturbed you. I'll be back later to help you clean up. I promise."

I looked at the mess and knew it wasn't going to get up and leave. "Okay...have fun."

He rolled his eyes. "Right."

I didn't stay out there for much longer and re-entered my bedroom. With the air now a bit cooler, as soon as I hit my bed I felt a little sleepy. I didn't get much rest the night before, and I woke up in Edward's bed.

Edward's bed.

Even if I slept by his feet like a dog, it was crazy comfortable. Just like sleeping with him on his parent's lawn proved to be comfortable. Edward is cuddly, and relaxes me.

With a sigh, I succumbed to sleep.

My cell phone was ringing and I woke up to see that it was dark out. I let the phone ring and slumped back into my bed. Now I'll never sleep tonight. Blah. When my phone started ringing again I grabbed it out of my purse. "What?" I asked Rosalie.

It sounded loud, wherever she was. "Hey...I'm at a bar near my job. We won a case."

"Good for you." I yawned and sat up.

"Come down and have a drink."

"No...I would but...I don't want to." I was too lazy to think up a good lie.

"You're on vacation! Did you decide if you're going out to Washington?"

"No..." I left my bed. "It's not economically possible at the moment." I grumbled.

"So come down. There's this guy—"

"No!" I shouted. "No guys—" I heard a bark or a yelp coming from the living room. "What the—" I went to leave.

"He's single. I swear to God he's single. He's a blonde dreamboat. He's an associate...Mike—"

"My-cunt." I giggled and entered the living room. It was clean. Everything was put back to where it was, but that's not what I cared about. Edward was playing with a puppy. "I gotta go." I hung up on Rose. "Who is that?" I melted. The puppy looked like a baby Dalmatian, and he was so tiny.

Edward grinned. "You're up. There's KFC in the kitchen."

"A puppy and fried chicken?" I felt close to tears. Edward was just too good to be true. I wanted to rub my crotch on his face, then club him so I could drag him down the aisle and marry him.

"You noticed this little guy, huh?" Edward picked him up, and he looked so damn happy.

"I did." I giggled. "Hi puppy!" I said in a very high pitched voice. "Is he ours—I mean yours?" I asked.

"Um...he doesn't have a home. Some lady had three in a cardboard box. I thought you'd like this one. He's pretty quirky. The lady said he's always licking his dick. That's all he does." Edward let him go and the puppy did exactly what Edward said. He started licking his junk.

"Oh..." I became excited. "So we can keep him? I mean..." I didn't want to just assume.

"If you want. I told her you might say no...so it's up to you." He picked him up and placed the puppy in my arms. "Pick out a name."

"Jax—his name is Jax." I let him lick my face and then stopped him. Jax is a dick licker.

"Cool name." Edward nodded. "I waited...um...to eat. Chelsea and I only had coffee and then I wanted to get this little guy over here."

I was too excited about Jax to eat. "Let's go get him a leash and bowls, and-and we need food!" I felt so happy.

Edward smiled at me. "Sounds good."

"Let me—" I went back into my bedroom to put some shoes on and grab my purse, all while I held onto Jax. I loved him already.

Later that night I couldn't sleep again, but this time I had someone to keep me company. I grabbed all the toys Edward and I bought Jax and sat on the floor to play with him. At first he enjoyed it, but then he starting licking his dick again and liked that more.

I could relate. I can't imagine eating pussy, but if I could lick my own I'd totally do it.

Jax gnawed at his own dick, and I closed the distance. I wondered if he had crabs or fleas or something. He had nothing and laid on his back. "I'm not going to play with it. You little pervert." I rubbed his tiny belly as his tail wagged around like crazy. "I love you." When he started to pant, I withdrew my hand to sigh and look back to my bed. "Should we try sleeping?" I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was a little after two.

"You wanna go see what Edward is doing?" I whispered.

He didn't reply.

"Me too." I scooped him into my arms and rose from the floor. Then I cuddled him to me as I crept out into the living room. The air was cold and the low hum of the air conditioner sounded, along with his soft snores. "He's sleeping." I whispered and watched Edward. "What was that?" I held Jax closer to my ear. "You want to sleep with him?" I whispered and shivered. "Join the club—oh, you just want to sleep-sleep with him." I nodded and giggled.

Only me.

I tip-toed over to Edward and stood there again.

"What?" He asked.

"Jax can't sleep."

"He's a dog. Put him on the floor and go to bed." Edward said into his pillow.

"He misses you." I whispered and then shivered a third time. "It's so cold." I quickly lifted the covers and got into bed with Edward.

"What are you—"

"We're cold." I hugged his blanket to me, and it was so fucking warm in here. "Um..." I placed Jax down and watched him disappear under the blanket.

Edward lifted the blanket to watch him, and I peeked under to check out Edward's crotch. He was wearing sweats. Damn. I was hoping his dick was hanging out of his boxers or just...out.

"I guess he likes this bed." I went to leave. "So-sorry." I shook.

"You can stay—I mean...if you want." Edward said. "He is "ours" and...um...I don't want you to feel bad that he likes my bed more. I'm sure he just—"

"Just shut up." I pushed him a little and he moved over. "Can we cuddle?" I just put it out there. "When we were in Long Island—"

"Shut up." He draped his arm over me and pulled me down.

I smiled in the dark and found myself comfortable in his arms.

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"So...you slept in my brother's bed again...and still nothing?" Rose made a face.

I groaned. "Why are you so surprised? He's not into me. He treats me like—like I'm his sister." I bent down to lift Jax. The street was so busy I was afraid he'd get trampled on. "Hot dog?" I asked Rose when I saw a vendor.

"No...and he bought you a dog?" She patted Jax's head. "It just—it doesn't make sense. I have to talk to him."

"About? Don't say...don't do anything. I'm working on something. I have a plan." I nodded.

"I think Edward does too..."

"And he didn't buy Jax. Some lady was giving him away." I kissed Jax's head.

"Yeah right...this is New York City. No one gives anything away for free but attitude. Besides, this looks like a pure-bred Dalmatian. These probably go for hundreds of dollars."

I pursed my lips as I thought about that. "Why would he..."

"Because...if you like the puppy—" she laughed. "Forget I said anything. That sneaky fucker."

"Rose." I stopped her from walking.

"Because if you fall in love with the puppy, it'll make it that much harder for you both to walk away from each other. That's why."

I smiled. "I didn't think about that. So even if he moves out, he'll still keep in contact because of Jax?"

"Something like that."

"I have to tell you what happened yesterday." I laughed. "I was masturbating, and—"

"Can we focus on me for a minute?" She asked. "I love hearing about you and my brother—two people who obviously deserve each other but are too chicken shit to say a fucking word—"

"Hey!" I bumped my shoulder to her. "He only thinks of me as a friend—wait—you think we deserve each other?"

She groaned and walked ahead of me.

"Rose!" I felt bad and sprinted up to her. "Sorry. Is there something going on with you? Did you need to talk?"

She looked around and then pulled me in close. "I'm thinking about not taking my birth control anymore."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because if I get knocked up, Emmett might pop the question."

I gasped. "El Diablo!"

"What?" Rose laughed.

"It means "the devil". That's evil." I covered Jax's one ear and hugged him to me so he wouldn't hear the plot.

"Look, I want to be fucking married. I know it's going to happen, and then kids will follow. But how bad would it be if I just..."

"Bad." I nodded. "If he ever found out you did it to trap him...Rose, it's only been two months."

She nodded. "I know. I just—"

"I know." I whispered. "You want to get married, start a family...I want that too. I doubt I'll be doing so before my thirtieth birthday."

"Meet Mike. He's a nice guy." Rose put her arm around us.

I shook my head. "I—I really like Edward." I whispered his name. "He's all I think about...What should I do?"

"Come clean. Tell Edward how you feel or fuck...just strip and jump at him. That'll work." She laughed. "Then you can get pregnant, and in September...you'll just be finding out. Thus, you will get married before you turn thirty. How about it? We can make a pregnancy pact."

I grimaced, even if her idea was genius. "Yo quiero, Taco Bell."

She sucked her teeth. "Food. That's all you think about." She lit a cigarette. "I guess us Cullens think a like. Me with a baby and Edward with a puppy..."

I pulled the cigarette from her mouth.

"I have a whole pack..."

I pulled the next one from her mouth. "Just eat something. Fuck!" I shouted and walked a head of her.

Later on I found myself doing exactly what I did the night before. After Edward, Jax, and I ate we all went for a long walk. It was nice. The crack heads were out. The warm, summer night's breeze made the air stink. But over all it was nice. I didn't complain. When we came home, I disappeared into my bedroom while I heard Edward watching television.

I wanted to watch with him and hopefully fall asleep in his bed, but I didn't. I chickened out just like Rose said. I was chicken shit, but the way she said it made me wonder if he liked me too.

No.

We're in the friend zone.

Blech.

"Wanna go see what Edward is doing?" Jax was sleeping, but all I had to do was lightly poke near his nut-sack and he woke right up. "You can't sleep, either?" I gathered him in my arms and slowly walked out of my room.

The television was still on and Edward was asleep. This time I didn't bother to watch him. I just walked right up to his bed and snuck in. The same thing happened as the night before. Jax ran under the covers and quickly disappeared, and I relished in the warmth of Edward's bed.

He let out a moan when his arm came to rest on me. "Bella..." His hand held my hip and I leaned back into him.

"Hey," I whispered and looked back to him. He was still sleeping.

"Bella..."

"What's up?" I asked, and then let out a quiet gasp when he held me to him tightly and I felt his erection. "Go for it," I breathed. "Just do it." I closed my eyes tightly.

"Huh?" He opened his eyes wide and jumped away from me.

I jumped back too.

"What are you—you can't just sneak in bed with me—what the..."

I bit my lip and nodded my head yes. "Sorry." I slowly slid my leg off his bed, and soon I was standing. "Jax really likes your bed." I quietly walked back into my bedroom.

"Where are you going?" He held his head.

"Bed."

He nodded.

I blew out a breath and entered my room. Then I threw myself down on my bed and wanted to die. It was wrong for me to sneak in bed with him. That I knew. I just didn't think it would be a big deal. Was he embarrassed because he had a hard-on? Big deal. I know that like every guy wakes up with morning wood.

Damn. It was so hard...

"Bella?" Edward asked from my doorway.

I was facedown, playing dead. He's Edward, not Jake, so I didn't have to worry about him possibly fucking me. That's when I hopped up. I wanted him to—to...

I suck.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Jax misses his mommy." Edward nuzzled Jax close to him. "Did you know they grow to be like sixty pounds?" He shook his head.

"We should hold him as much as we can now." I reached for him and Edward closed the distance to hand him over. "Sorry for sneaking into your bed. It's just comfortable...and..."

"You don't do closeness," he stared down at me. "It's new for you and you're curious. I get it."

"Um...sure." That sounded decent, even if it was total bullshit.

"Goodnight, Bella." Edward palmed my cheek and then turned to leave.

I stared down at Jax and he rolled over so I could get his belly. "Goodnight." I whispered.

An hour later, I nudged Edward with my toe.

"I had a bad dream." I lied, like a five year old.

"Whatever..." he grumbled a bunch of shit.

"Can I sleep with you?"

He moved over, and I was quick to get in. I had a smile so wide as I got comfortable again.

"Go to sleep." He breathed in my hair and held me close again.

"A huh." I yawned hugging his forearms to me.

Cuddling with a boy and a puppy are the best things in this world.

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"So what do you think?" Edward widened his arms.

I smiled and turned with Jax in my arms. This really was a great apartment. It was clean, spacious, and four blocks from where we live now. They accept pets too, which was a plus. "I like it."

"Me too." Edward nodded. "I think I might make the offer." He walked closer and brought his voice down to a whisper. "They talk all this shit about credit checks and what not...but if we just write a check...I think it'll work."

"Do it." I said.

"You're sure about this?" He looked sad, suddenly.

I frowned too. "If you're not, then..."

"I am." He said.

"Me too."

"Good." He said.

"Great."

"It'll be awesome." He nodded.

"Excellent even."

"Why can't you let me have the last word?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Yeah, sure..." He rolled his eyes.

"No, really."

"Bella, just stop." He laughed and walked away.

"Stop what?" I followed after him with Jax in my arms and he never replied.

The realtor accepted Edward's offer but said she'd get back to us. Apparently there were quite a few applicants. I think she was bullshitting us. You never know, though, and so we parted ways while Edward and I said we'd keep looking.

We can play hardball too.

Then we went out to lunch. We ate at the bistro since Edward gets 25% off. We even ate outside so Jax could chill out with us.

I was beginning to like this "we" business.

"What are you getting?" I asked.

"Does he have to be at the table? Tie his leash to your chair." Edward said and hid back behind his menu.

I gave Jax a kiss but could agree that he didn't belong on the table. Then when I went to place him down and tie him to my chair, I saw Chelsea crossing the street. As I tied up Jax, I hoped she didn't see us and tried to hide.

Of course she saw us and walked right over.

I hate nosy, skinny bitches.

"I knew it was you." She poked Edward, and I wanted to tell her to keep her mitts to herself.

Mitts.

I chuckled to myself. Who says/thinks mitts?

That's another word for hands, for our friends abroad who may not know...It's actually a word for gloves. Oh hell, you guys get it...

"It's me." Edward smiled. "We just came from seeing this place."

"Oh?" Chelsea looked back to me. "Oh hello."

"Did you see the dog Edward bought me?" I smiled and pointed down to Jax.

"He's our dog. Not just hers." He looked to Chelsea. "Some woman was giving them away."

I slumped my shoulders. I knew what was coming next and decided not to avoid it. "Did you want to join us?" I asked.

"No!" Edward said. "I mean—yeah, fuck it."

Chelsea frowned as she stared at Edward.

"Um..." I didn't know what to say. Edward was content to study his menu like Chelsea wasn't standing and waiting for him to say more. At first I wanted to make her jealous, but now I just felt bad. "Did you want to?"

She turned to smile at me. "I have to get back to the office. I'll call you later?" She rubbed Edward's shoulder.

He nodded, still studying the menu that he already knows.

When Chelsea walked away I stared after her, and then I looked to Edward. "What was that about?"

He shook his head. "She's just—I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay..." I nodded.

"It's just that she's—she's...she's dragging me to this thing tomorrow. We fought...cause I really don't want to go. We're friends...that's why I agreed anyway. It's the same if you needed an escort somewhere..."

"Bed." I blurted.

"What?"

"Nothing." I smiled. "Have you seen that new show on Showtime called Gigolos?"

He furrowed his brows. "No."

"It's epic. It's a reality show about these male escorts in Las Vegas. You'd make a fortune. We can get you some Viagra, and I can be your manager." I laughed. "Do you have any idea..."

"That's sick."

"It's really not." I disagreed. "Take tomorrow night for example. You don't want to go, but you will. Then you'll get drunk and probably sleep with her anyway." I frowned at the thought. "However, you're doing it for free. Now if you got paid for it..." I weighed my hands.

"I'd be a prostitute, not an escort."

I shook my head. "Same difference. But by getting paid you'd have more incentive, like a goal or something to look forward to. Now all you're getting are a few watered down cocktails and a dead lay...if you were getting paid..." I elongated the word. "You'd get some money too."

He laughed. "I get it...and...All I'll be getting is watered down cocktails."

I grinned. "Okay." I looked down to my menu.

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Don't these two drive you crazy? LOL. FLOVE them, and their little dog too.