AN: Hi there, guys! So, I only now finished the chappy coz I was working on A Secret Longing. BUT! Hopefully you like this chapter and its lemon ;] By the way, thanks for the votes in my poll, guys. It does help - and I will be renewing the poll after every chappy so it's fair. Any pairing suggestions can be made there, and any lot suggestions you can PM or tell me in a review too :D

Pairing Names: Bellice (B/A), Bellett (B/Em), Jaspella (J/B), Rosella (R/B), Alsper (A/J), Emmalie (Em/R), Roslicella (R/A/B) , Balsper (B/A/J), Bemmalie (B/Em/R), Bemsper (B/Em/J)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, any company brands I mention, any songs or singers I mention, or anything else that may sound familiar in this fanfic.


Chapter 7: Hm, Alcohol or Sex?

The guilt set in as the words registered in my head.

Your Emmy-bear.

I just betrayed my Emmy-bear. And my Ally-cat, and my Jazz-man, and my Rosie-cheeks.

How could I–? My mind went silent as I looked at my phone. I frightfully took slow steps towards it and sat down in my chair, just staring at the appliance. After seconds of that, I plucked up my courage, pressed one, and held the phone to my ear.

Deep breath, Bells. "… Hello?"


I waved goodbye to Riley and Tanya as I got into the lift. Today had been hectic. Emmett's call had been him telling me about the promotion he got. The words were hard to follow through his upbeat rhythm, not to mention my desperate need to blurt out about James, but I had managed. The rest of my work hours were full of dread, thinking of when I got home.

I watched that receptionist, Eric, swallow nervously and wipe his sweaty forehead as I sashayed out the building, this time the subtle swerve of my hips natural during my inner turmoil. It was raining outside as I unlocked my car. Before I could huddle into its warmth, a hand pushed against the door, keeping it closed. I glanced round and froze when I saw Lift Guy smirking at me.

"Have fun with the boss's hubby?"

I remained calm and avoided his eyes. "I don't what you're suggesting."

"Mhm, 'course you don't, honey." He leaned down close to me and whispered me in ear. "You look mighty edible after a good fuck, you know that?"

I didn't twitch as he ran his hot tongue over the rim of my ear. Inside I was quaking like jelly. "I'd prefer it if you stepped away so I could go home." LIES! Take me against the car, partner!

I could feel his smirk on my flushed skin, but he did back up, even holding my car door open for me. What a gentleman. I slid behind the wheel as lady-like as I could (don't want to flash my nick-nacks, now do I?), feeling his heavy gaze on me the whole time. He gently pressed shut the door and gave me a smirk as I drove out.

Oh Lord, he knew! That handsome son of a bitch! Keep calm, Bella. Breathe.

Soon my guilt was feasting away at me again though, my body rid of flesh by the time I jammed my key into the apartment door. As it swung open, I stood motionless in the frame, just listening. The TV wasn't on, and there wasn't any tapping of laptop keys. No banging or swearing. No moaning or groaning. I shrugged inwardly; must be alone then.

I relaxed immensely, my tense shoulders sagging, and I shut the door behind me. But just as I set my keys down on the kitchen counter, a bedroom door opened. I froze, feeling eyes on my face. Slowly, I looked up.

"Tough day, Miss Swan?" Jasper grinned lazily.

I couldn't speak, couldn't move, without the urge to tell him about today. Working as an advice columnist, I heard about a lot of problems. And, obviously, I tended to get stressed a lot, and would usually vent about my listeners' situations to my best friends. The outcome? A generally emotional person who felt comfortable to blab just about anything to those close to me.

Not good when the secret's my own.

And from them, no less.

Apparently I was silent for too long, because Jazz lost his grin and made his way over to me, pulling me into his strong arms. The sense of safety almost overloaded me. It was just such a relief to feel secure. But my tryst with James was still in the foreground of my mind, and I couldn't completely melt into Jasper's embrace.

He pulled back to look at me. "What's the matter, darlin'? Something happen at work?"

I wanted to weep. Stiff upper lip, old girl!

I needed a break from this worry. Seriously, it was just too much at the moment. Remember that little outcome we came to before? Well, we should have added: Also gets rid of said stress through physical contact or alcohol.

And is there any booze around? Ally hates the stuff after her major hangover back in college and Rosie wants Emmett to cut back. So that would be a big, fat NO!

I practically jumped at Jazz. He was caught off guard, but managed to catch me in time. As my mouth hungrily sought out his, he kissed me back just as passionately. My friends were use to this kind of reaction from me; heck, Rose was the same with dealing with stress, like I said before. It wasn't uncommon for us to come home and just get into someone's bed.

I started pushing away Jasper's open waistcoat, flinging the material to the floor as soon as possible. The action made me flash backward to the James thing though, and I momentarily paused.

"What?" Jazz panted. I didn't answer, only hopped down from him and pulled him into my bedroom. I pushed him down onto the bed so that he lay on his elbows, looking up at me.

Tantalisingly, I began to strip. Shoes kicked off, stockings shimmied down to ankles and off, jacket took off, skirt floating down, top pulled up, bra snapped open and panties slid off. Discarding jewellery was just as easy, and then I was stood naked in front of him. During my little show, Jazz had managed to carefully take off his own clothing, and now laid bare for me on the bed. Taking my time, I sauntered forward, his eyes watching my every more, and crawled toward me on all fours, perky breasts dangling down, hips swaying, eyes locked on his.

Remember Em's and Ally's favourite sexual things? Well, Jazz's was my cow-girl position.

My legs spread apart so that my knees were either side of his narrow hips, my cunt completely vulnerable and wet. I gently took his firm cock in my hand, holding it right at the tip, and guided his head so that it hovered at my entrance. His pelvis jerked upwards slightly, allowing him to sink in for just a second. I inhaled sharply, looking at his wanton face, before impaling myself onto his hard dick, the soft flesh rubbing roughly against my walls. We both groaned. My head fell back as I panted and lifted myself, sliding up his entire sex, before lowering down again quickly, practically throwing my hips onto his.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, eyes shut. I squeezed myself around him, holding him snugly inside of me. Jasper gritted his teeth and held my hips roughly.

"God, Bells. So wet and tight."

I writhed atop him, bobbing up and down. The feelings were so addictive; I couldn't get enough. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice compared this to James. I knew he could never come close to any of my partners. He was just eye candy, nothing more.

Jasper thrust up into me hard as I dropped myself onto him, again and again. Fuck! It was so good, sooo good. I planted my hands on his bare chest, gaining so more leverage before putting them on his legs behind me, leaning back so that my back arched higher and his cock hit my G-spot. My boobs bounced freely as I made him hit my wonder spot with every thrust.

"Shit, yes! Bella!" I clenched my eyes shut harder as he called my name, trying to cum before him. He deserved that much and more – he'd told me once he loved it when I milked him into an orgasm through my own.

Soon enough, my bounces became erratic and my back nearly ached from arching so high. My slick cunt clamped onto his dick, making any movement quite difficult, and I cried out with my ecstasy. The given pussy-quakes that came and went sent him off like I knew it would, leaving us a jumbled mess with sticky skin.

I panted for breath, sitting up so I straddled him better with his cock still buried deep inside me. I gasped at the change of angle and looked down at Jazz. His eyes seemed to darken further and he tugged my upper body down and crashed my lips onto his.

God, I loved him!