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Author's Note: Hope you like it as much as I do!
RPOV
I woke up in a tangle of sheets. I felt that I still had my shoes on and without opening my eyes sat up to take them off. When I collapsed back down on the bed I felt something hard hit the back of my neck. My eyes shot open and I sat up to see what I had hit. Lying just under my pillow was a man's arm. I looked over to the owner and realized what had happened the night before.
Emmett was still fast asleep on the other side of my bed with one arm out, which I assumed had been under my neck and probably around my shoulder for some time, he had another arm over his eyes and was also tangled in the sheets like I had been. He looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn't want to bring myself to wake him. I just wanted to leave him like that forever, all calm and serene but then I remember that he was in fact naked, in my bed, and hogging most of it.
I tried to get out of the mess of sheets but when I pulled a little too hard on them he woke up. I sat there almost in shock as he grumbled a little to himself before opening his eyes. "Morning beautiful," he said stroking my arm that I was supporting myself with.
"Good morning," I said. It was the only thing I could think of to say. I mean, what do you say to an incredibly hot man that was naked in your bed? All I could remember from the night before was that we went out to the club and came back and had some really amazing sex. And I mean amazing sex. "Coffee?" that was all I could think of to ask at this point.
"Yeah, sounds good. Let me just finish waking up," he said rubbing his eyes with his hand. When he had finished and looked back up at me I was too stunned to move. "What's with that face?" he asked.
"Uhm, I think you might want to make sure you wear a shirt for a while," I said looking at his chest.
"What are you talking about?" he asked again.
I grabbed his hand and started to drag him out of bed. He stumbled getting out but eventually made it to his feet. I then dragged him over to my bathroom, flicked on the light and pointed to the mirror that he stood in front of. All over his chest he had scratch marks and bite marks that were from our fun little night. He also had little hickies in random spots that I left without knowing. "Well damn, guess you had fun last night," he laughed shaking his head.
"There's more on your back too," I said looking at the long pink scratches on his back.
"Oh well, no big deal. As long as you had fun I don't really care."
"Really?" I was shocked by this. Most guys would be pretty pissed if they walked away from a night with me looking like Emmett's back and chest did. "You're not mad?" I asked.
"Why? Should I be?" he asked. "Because if I am then there must be something wrong. I actually think it's kind of hot."
My jaw just about hit the floor with that one. "How can you think that's hot?" I asked with disbelief.
"Just shows that we both had a good time and I was able to fulfill pleasing you," he said with a wicked glint in his eye.
"Oh," was all I could manage to say.
I realized I was still naked and grabbed the silk robe that was hanging on the post on the bathroom door. When Emmett saw me quickly put it on he started laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked a bit offended. Like any girl would like it if a guy was laughing at them.
"You act like I didn't see you completely naked last night," he said shaking his head. "Why you would want to cover that beautiful body up I have no idea."
"Well," I stammered. "If you want to go get dressed I'm going to take a quick shower then we can have that coffee," I said trying to look indifferent.
"I think I may need a shower also, what with all the sweating last night," he said with a glimmer in his eye.
I felt my face flush at his comment but was determined to not look like some sex crazed girl and offer him one with me. "Well you can use my shower and I can use Bella's or Alice's," I said with a shrug and turned to leave. He grabbed my arm when I tried to walk out of the bathroom.
He circled me with his arms and pressed me up against him. I was extremely aware of the fact that he was still naked and very masculine and manly. The lower half of my body pressed toward him like we were magnets attracted to each other while my upper half strained back against his arms. His eyes searched my face trying to figure me out. It almost seemed like he was trying to look deeper within to the real me. I quickly diverted my gaze from his. He pulled my attention back to him by whispering my name. When I looked back at him he still looked like he was searching for more.
Before I knew what he was going to do his lips were on mine. He kissed me gently, something I didn't think could be possible with how fierce he had been the night before. After a few chaste kisses he ran his tongue along my bottom lip. My mouth, by its own accord, parted for him and greedily accepted his tongue into my own mouth. He stroked delicately at my tongue exploring the new territory. My tongue tangled with his until I was out of breath.
I backed up to take a few shaky, shallow breaths while he did the same. He pulled me closer to him and nuzzled his face into my hair. I felt his hot breath on my neck and was pleased by the sensation. His hands stroked softly along my back while I pulled my arms around his neck to steady myself.
"You know, showering together would conserve water. It's our duty as good citizens to do whatever we can to help out," he whispered in my ear with a soft chuckle and a husky voice.
"If we showered together then we'd probably waste more water then we'd be saving," I noted.
"That might be true, but it'd be a hell of a lot more fun," he said looking into my eyes again.
How could I say no to those gorgeous brown eyes? I thought for a moment about what it would mean if we got into that shower together. I didn't want to be used for sex, that was sure as hell. But on the other hand, I wanted Emmett, and I thought maybe this could be different this time. Just maybe. After what seemed like a few minutes of me weighing the pros and cons of the decision Emmett brought me back to reality by tipping my head to the side for better access to my neck.
As he started to nibble his way down my neck I had to make a choice, and fast. "You know, if you keep doing that I might make a careless choice," I said trying to sound like an innocent young woman.
"Well, while I wouldn't want you to be careless, I would like to get my way," he teased.
"Oh but honey, you got to make all the choices last night," I whined. I meant it as a joke and by the look on his face I knew he knew it also. He seemed to have a hard time holding back a laugh.
"You want to be in control then?" he asked.
"I sure do," I said raising an eyebrow. He gave me a seductive smile and I gave him one in return. "Now be a good boy and go start the shower," I demanded pointing over to the large two person shower in the corner of my bathroom. "I like it nice and steamy," I added with a wink.
"Yes mam," Emmett said as he saluted me and went off to start the shower.
I watched him in the mirror as I grabbed a few towels from a closet just outside the bathroom door. He bent over slightly to turn on the water and my knees went weak at the sight. Emmett had a great ass and there was no denying it. He turned the knobs until he was satisfied with the temperature then turned on both shower heads that were in the shower. He stepped in and I could still see him since I had clear glass doors.
He stood under the water and ran his hands threw his hair getting it wet. I was so in awe of his body I didn't realize I was still standing there staring at him while clutching the towels.
"Plan on coming in?" he shouted over the sound of the shower.
I quickly dropped the towels down on the counter next to the sink and threw my robe to the floor. I walked over to the shower a bit timidly. Although it was true that Emmett had seen me naked that was in the confines of darkness. Now since the light was on in the bathroom there was nowhere to escape to hide my flaws. I sucked in a big breath and opened the shower door and stepped in.
Within a moment I was in Emmett's strong arms. He placed his hands on the small of my back and drew me in closer to him. I followed his lead and also put my hands on his lower back. He leaned in and started placing hot kisses all down my neck and to the top of my breasts. I moaned from the feeling of him kissing me mixed with the spray of the hot shower. "The water is nice and hot," I commented the best I could. Still my voice came out shaky.
"But you're hotter," Emmett said in a rough voice. I was about to protest when he captured my lips with his own silencing me.
His kiss was urgent and fierce, just like it had been last night. He held onto me like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go for just a moment. He brought his hand up to the back of my neck and tangled his hand in my hair. He pulled back causing me to tip my head back while he trailed more kisses down my neck. "God Rose, you're so beautiful," he murmured while dipping his head to take one of my hardened nipples into his mouth.
"Oh Emmett, I want you so bad," I moaned as his hands skimmed over my stomach and down to my hips. His only reply was to slide his hands some more to grasp my ass in his hands with a tight squeeze.
He started to chuckle while he was nipping his way down my chest to place more kisses on my stomach. "What's so funny Pookie?" I asked.
"Well, I was laughing because you were supposed to be the one taking charge but while we're on the subject," he said standing up right and looking into my eyes. "What the hell is with Pookie?" he said the word like it was an insult. To a masculine man like him it probably was though.
I giggled as I really thought about it. "I don't know. I thought it was cute, just like you," I said tapping his nose with my finger. "That and it claims you as mine," I added quietly.
"Then I guess we'll keep it," he said almost proudly.
"Why? Because it's cute?" I asked.
"No, because I like the thought of being yours," he said with more seriousness then he had shown since I had met him.
"Oh," I was speechless, once again.
"Would it be appropriate if I named you as well?" he asked nervously.
"I would assume it's only fair," I said giving him a reassuring smile.
"Ok Sunshine," he said proudly.
"Sunshine?"
"Yeah, you brighten up my day and with you by my side at night the stars can't even compete."
"I don't know whether that was the corniest thing I've ever heard," I started. He looked so upset before I could even finish the sentence that it almost broke my heart. "Or the most romantic," I said wrapping my arms around his neck.
"I was going for the romantic one," he admitted.
"Well I guess that's a good thing because that's the one I choose to pick," I giggled.
He then kissed me deeply. I soon had a hard time figuring out where his body started and mine stopped. We kind of just become one. Wow, that's corny but whatever, I didn't care enough to dwell on that too long. Our bodies tangled together and we molded perfectly to each other. It just seemed so right.
His hands tangled in my hair as he pulled me as tightly to him as possible. My body felt like it was on fire from all the heat. And I'm not talking about the hot water of the shower… I moaned into his mouth as one of his hands skimmed down my spine to rest on the top of my ass.
"God Rose, you feel so good," he sighed as he took in a shaky breath.
"You do too," I said as I stroked his long hard cock. I gave him my flirty smile and his eyes widened in response.
He slapped my ass and I fell toward him from the force causing me to lean into him. I ground my hips against his throbbing erection. He groaned from the action. "You do that again and I might actually die," he groaned.
"Aw, I wouldn't want that to happen," I said sweetly.
"And why is that?" he asked raising a brow.
"Because then who would be my Pookie?" I asked with mock horror.
He laughed at my tone and went back to kissing and nipping at my neck. I sagged into him and after a moment he lifted me up and by instinct I wrapped my legs around his middle. He pressed my back up against the cold tile wall of the shower. I clutched at his shoulders and dug my fingers into his flesh to hold steady. I buried my head into the crook of his neck while his mouth roamed over every piece of skin he could reach. I moaned as he took in a hardened nipple between his teeth and bit down tenderly.
The pressure within me was hard to contain so I bit down on his shoulder as hard as I could. He just kept kissing and licking at my exposed flesh. He ground his erection against the sensitive spot between my thighs. He groaned as he did it.
"You told me to stop doing that and now you're doing it to yourself," I pointed out between pants of pleasure.
"I didn't say stop, I said if you kept doing it I'd die. There's a big difference there."
"But maybe if you keep doing it I'll die," I whined.
"I wouldn't do that to you Sunshine," Emmett said in a husky voice.
As the words fell from his lips the tip of his throbbing member pushing into me. I took in a sharp breath because it wasn't totally expected. His chest rumbled with a slight chuckle at my reaction. "Shit," he slowly sighed.
"What?" I asked panicked because I didn't want him to stop the glorious things he was doing to me by the small movement.
"Condom," he drawled out.
"Pill," I said thrusting my hips against him to take the rest of his cock into me.
"Thank god," was all he said as he grasped me more tightly and began licking at my neck.
He pulled almost all the way out of me before surging forward again. Without the haze of alcohol I could feel every last inch of him engulfed inside of me. It was simply amazing the way he felt inside of me. His breath was labored as I'm sure mine was. His hands moved down to cup the bottom of my ass while he surged into me with long, powerful thrusts. I relished in the feeling of him. "Oh Emmett," I moaned.
After Emmett and I had finished what was probably some of the most amazing sex I had ever had and stepped out of the shower he looked at me a chuckled.
"What's so funny now?" I asked with fake irritation coating my voice.
"You're amazing you know that? You're like a drug to me, I'm completely addicted and I don't ever want to stop," he said looking me straight in the eyes.
"I'm so glad you're addicted to my body," I said with sarcasm. It was just too good to be true and I knew it. It was the sex he was after, not me. Before I could continue ranting to myself in my head he started talking again.
"It's not your body babe, even though that's amazing," he said with approval. "It's you in general. I just can't seem to get enough of you."
That took me back for a moment. I thought about what he said while I wrapped myself in a big purple fluffy towel while Emmett did the same. I didn't know if I could fully believe what Emmett had said. I know I wanted to believe it, but guys can't always be taken seriously after they've just had sex with a girl. The after sex adrenalin was still running strong and nothing said could be taken seriously because I know that people tend to say things they don't mean in the afterglow.
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye as he secured the towel low on his hips before he looked in the mirror to push his hair out of his face. He caught me staring at him and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "What are you thinking about so hard?" he asked pulling my chin up with one hand so he could look into my eyes.
I tried not to look into his because I knew if I did that I wouldn't be able to think logically. Instead I focused on his right shoulder and looked at the angry pink bite mark that I had left while we were on the shower. I leaned forward and tenderly kissed the mark before whispering "Nothing," into his neck.
"I know you're not telling the truth but I guess I'll let it go. Until you want to talk to me about it that is," he added.
I stepped away from him then. I didn't want to see this sweet side of him because I didn't know how long it would last. This was what I had always wanted and I wasn't about to get my hopes up when I knew it was all going to come crashing down on me like it always did.
That's how it always happened. Some guy would know exactly what to say to make me think he really felt something for me. And I always believed them and then they would mess around with me for a while then leave for the next best thing. I was always left upset and shattered and I didn't want that to happen again. It was already a mistake that I hooked up with a guy from work. I was sure to be talked about Monday at work while I wasn't around while Emmett talked about how he scored with the new chick.
That's just how guys worked and I should have thought about that before I told Emmett that he should come home with me. Last night we had been in our own little romance filled bubble and Monday we would be back at work and barely talking. I really should have thought this whole thing threw and just kept saying no like I had been doing. Without a man in my life it was so much simpler.
I threw on a matching hot pink set of track clothes that I normally wore on the weekends while I was thinking about how things were going to be different Monday morning. In my daze I didn't even see Emmett until I walked straight into him while zipping up the hooded top.
"Babe, we have got to stop running into each other like this," Emmett joked.
"Sorry, I was thinking. How about that coffee?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Sounds good."
I led Emmett downstairs to the kitchen and motioned for him to take a seat near the counter on a barstool. He was wearing the same pants he had worn the night before and no shirt since the one he had worn the night before was really wrinkled. Looking at him sitting in my kitchen in just pants I was taken aback. He looked so comfortable just sitting there like he had been here a hundred times before. His shoulders and chest still held a trace of water on them and he glistened in the morning light pouring in threw the window.
In the light I could see he had very broad shoulders and was very muscular. His skin was tanned to perfection and I couldn't help but let out a low sigh. I was standing far enough away that he didn't hear it and I was glad for that fact. I brought over two cups of coffee and set them down on the counter sitting down across from him on another barstool. I mixed in sugar and a bit of cream so I could do something with my hands. He had started drinking his and go figure, he took it black. Definitely a man.
We sat in silence just looking at each other. We were pulled out of our trance by someone walking into the kitchen. I looked over to the door to see who had come in. It was Bella and she looked like she had just woken up.
"Hey," I said as she walked over to the coffee pot to pour herself a cup.
"Morning," she replied looking up. She finally noticed that Emmett was also there and did a quick check of herself probably to make sure she was fully dressed. She gave me a puzzled look and I knew what she was trying to tell me. Who the hell is this?
"Bella, this is Emmett. Emmett, Bella," I said motioning to each of them in turn.
"Hello," Bella said with almost no emotion in her voice.
"Hi," Emmett replied just as emotionless.
"So how was the date Bella?" I asked trying to break the weird tension that had begun to build in the room.
"Good I guess," she sighed.
"Just good?"
"It was nice. We went out to dinner near the water and had a pretty good time," she said sitting down in a chair at the small table we had in the corner of the kitchen. "The waitress kept checking him out but he didn't seem to even notice her. We talked a lot, which is good I guess. I don't know, it was nice you know?" she said looking down.
"Then what's with that look?" I asked. This girl looked to somber to have been out with Mr. Wonderful the night before.
"I don't know, I guess I just expected something more. He mostly just asked about me and never really said anything about himself. I couldn't even get a kiss out of him," she whined.
"What?" I was pretty shocked. Bella was really good looking. What was this guy? Gay?
"Oh my god!" Bella shouted.
"What?" Emmett and I asked at the same time.
"You're that guy from the café," Bella said looking at Emmett. "I didn't realize it until just now. You look different without your shirt on. It looks good," she commented calming down from her shocking findings.
I couldn't help but feel a little possessive about Emmett. I knew Bella didn't think of Emmett like that, he wasn't her type. It's just at that moment I wanted to rip her eyes out of her head for looking at my man. Wait, not my man, my friend, yeah, that's it.
"You two have met before?" I asked trying to sound like it was no big deal while inside I was seething.
"Yeah," Emmett said. "I went to her work to see what she looked like." With my confused look he continued on. "Edward was always talking about some girl at a café and I had to see her for myself," he said shrugging.
"So that's what that was all about," Bella muttered.
"What?" I was still lost.
"Edward mentioned something about it at dinner last night. He asked me if anything strange had happened at work, I guess I should've known," she said with a giggle.
Emmett left a while later and told me he'd see me at work. I still couldn't shake the feeling that what we had was one sided. I didn't know what would happen Monday and I thought about just calling in or possibly quitting. I loved the job but I didn't know if it would be weird working so closely with Emmett after the night we had. I knew I didn't want to face a shop full of guys that knew all about what had happened and then thought of me as some cheap slut. That part of my life was over.
The rest of the day I cleaned my room. I scrubbed at the shower and stripped my bed to wash everything that was on it. While I knew I would never forget the passion of the night between Emmett and me, I didn't want any reminders around. After I spent hours cleaning I knew I needed sleep or I'd pass out on my feet.
I threw on a large t-shirt and laid down in the fresh set of sheets and a new comforter. As I tossed a little trying to get comfortable I caught a whiff of my hair and realized that I still smelled like Emmett. I knew there would be absolutely no way I could sleep while smelling the faint masculine smell of him so I grabbed a hair tie and put my hair up so it was out of my face. I collapsed back down on my bed and again started to toss and turn.
It felt like something was missing. I just could not for the life of me get comfortable. My bed seemed too large and I felt cold and lonely as I laid in it. I couldn't get Emmett out of my head no matter how hard I tried. I eventually gave up and took a couple cold pills that I knew would make me drowsy. In the mean time while waiting for the pills to kick in I sat at my vanity mirror and tried to focus on just brushing my hair.
Even strokes, one, two, three, four, four. Oh god, I couldn't even count to five before my attention started to wander. Every time I ran the brush threw my hair I would catch a whiff of the smell of a strong man. I shook my head to try to dislodge my thoughts of him and realized it was a mistake when I was hit by another whiff.
I stood up from my chair and threw the brush down to the top of the table. I started pacing back and forth trying to clear my head. My mind swirled with thoughts of Emmett and the amazing night and morning we had spent together. What I would give for it to be like that all the time I thought to myself. That's the kind of thinking that gets stupid little girls hurt. I mentally slapped myself for that one.
I had to stop thinking about him. About the way he made me feel wanted and loved and adored. The way he would growl when I bit him and how he would kiss every last inch of skin until he was drunk off me. I had to stop thinking about the way he tasted when I licked at his muscles and about his washboard stomach that made my insides do girly little flips every time we locked eyes with each other.
I thought about him so much it made me sick. I hated him for making me think about him. I hated myself for giving in and letting every last thought revolve around him. I hated working at the damn garage I had met him at. I hated ever last dance we had and every single kiss. I hated the way he made me feel. I hated that with him I felt complete. But worst of all, I couldn't hate him for a single thing. I was to blame, he wasn't and I hated it.
Finally the cold pills kicked in and I barely made it back to my bed before I collapsed in an exhausted heap. I clutched at my pillow and began to let out strong, shaky sobs. I felt so incomplete and couldn't do anything about it. As I was about to let sleep take over me there was only one thought in my head.
"Emmett," I murmured before I let the darkness consume me.
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