WARNING: This chapter contains graphic sexual content. Including but not limited to, rough dominant sexual interaction, anal play and sex toys. If anything about this disturbs or concerns you please do not read it. If you are concerned, but would like to continue. You can feel free to PM me and I will be happy to give you specifics to see if it's something you can read.


My heart is trying to slam its way up into my throat as I watch Bella wriggle at the end of James fingers. I feel too hot, too turned on, and the room starts to spin. I put out a hand in front of me and stumble against the bed. A strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back.

"Breathe," James hisses in my ear, and I remember what my body had forgotten. My vision clears and the overwhelming waves of heat overtake me again as I see Bella poised on her knees, wiggling impatiently. This is why we've never done this, because this is so much more...intense and intimate. James is wiping his hand on a towel, before he takes my face in his hands. His cool skin helps me collect myself a little more.

"You okay?" He searches my face and I know he can see my weakness. I can't look him in the eyes as I shake my head. "I got ya, chief."

He pulls me to the bed and I give a weak protest as he moves me to stand with my knees against the mattress. He lifts the strange syringe and uncaps the lubricant with one hand. He fills the tube and then sets the bottle down. I fixate on the bottle for a second, wondering why none of its contents flow out on to the towel. I feel a nudge to my ribs and remember that I'm supposed to be watching. James gives me a tolerant smile and moves to Bella.

She's swaying slightly, until he sets a hand on her tailbone. A tremor runs through her and I know it's anticipation. My own cock twitches in response and I take a deep breath. All I can think as James works the long, thin plastic into her is: I'm never going to make it. He works it in and out as she moans, then he presses down the plunger and I think I begin to understand its purpose. Bella seems to be deeply affected by it too, her moans dissolve into a panting.

James drops the syringe on the towel next to the lube and turns to me, a look of concern on his face. I take another breath as he reaches for the lube and motions for me to hold out a hand. I obey and he squirts a generous amount into my palm. I hesitate a moment, then gingerly apply it to myself, hissing as I feel the pleasurable friction that comes with each stroke. He swears and slaps my hands away. I see the worried look on his face and try to look apologetic, but he just shakes his head and pushes me towards the bed.

I crawl up on my knees and I can see Bella's shallow breaths as she senses that I'm near. I touch the red flesh of her ass, remembering the spanking I'd just given her, at her request, and feel heat flutter through me. I dig my hands into her skin as I struggle to regain control and she cries out and moans.

"I can't do this," I whisper as I close my eyes. I start to back away, but hit something warm and solid.

"Yes, you can," James says in a hush as he nudges me. I bump into Bella and she gasps. Before I have a chance to protest, he puts an arm around my chest and lifts me upright.

"It's too much," because it's Bella. I stutter as he pushes me forward. I look down at Bella below me. The sight of her, pale and flushed skin stretched out before me, forces me to clench my jaw to maintain my control. I take hold of myself in a gentle grasp, then take a deep breath before I set the tip of my head against her.

"Go slow." James breathes against my neck as he coaches me. I press against an impossible amount of tension, soft and slick. I feel her begin to give just a little and then suddenly, I slide in a bit. I almost come immediately, from the shock of pleasure that tears through me. I hear Bella gasp loudly, her voice sounding raw and panicked.

"Whoa," James whispers. His belt buckle digs into my back a little, as his strong arm holds me. I can feel I feel his hand on my hip and I bite my lip against the urge to move. Just my head is in and the pressure and heat, is un-fucking-believable. It's like a supernova setting fire to the tip of my dick.

"Bella, baby, you're going to have to back up. Can you do that?" James' voice is soothing and I feel myself relax a little against him as we wait for Bella to respond.

"Okay." Her voice is shaky, but I can feel her moving. I can feel her heartbeat at the tip of my cock, and that thought makes me groan.

"I know, just hang on, man," James whispers in my ear and I nod, trusting him. The thought makes me smile, but I hold back the laugh, not trusting the movement. I feel the pressure increase as Bella starts to press back onto me.

"Oh, FUCK!" I choke out as she slides onto me. Her ass bumps against my hips and I start to see stars.

"Hold still. Let her get used to you," he says as he tightens his hold, his chest sealing against my back. I wait and try to breathe through the overwhelming pleasure.


"Okay, move slowly," I whisper in his ear and feel the tension in his body ratchet up. Fuck, he is never going to last like this, not that I blame him. My cock is so hard, I could write my name on a fucking diamond. He eases out of her at painfully slow pace, and Bella lets out a raw ear piercing groan that vibrates my dick like it's a fucking tuning fork. Edward falters and stops. I know I've got to do something quick or this shit's going to end too soon. God damn. Can't he just think of fucking England or some such shit?

The next thought doesn't really occur to me, it's more like I'm drunk and fucking horny, so it makes a fucked up kind of sense. I put my mouth on his shoulder and press my teeth in slowly, 'cause I am sure that no one's ever done this to him before. He hisses and jerks forward, back into Bella.

"What are you doing?" he whispers and jerks in the grip of my mouth. My tongue slaps against his salty flesh. I let go, lick my lips, and rationalize that skin is skin.

"Shut up and go with it," I hiss into his ear and then set my teeth to his earlobe. He goes rigid, but I know that I've distracted him enough. "Are you going to fuck that sweet ass on your dick, or can I take over now?" I smile as I say it, 'cause I know it's what he needs.

"Fucker," Edward spits at me as he starts to move in and out of Bella's ass, and holy shit, slams his ass back into my rock hard dick. Now I'm just pissed. Bitch does not know who he's fucking with.

I grab a fist full of his hair with one hand, yanking his head to side and practically unhinge my jaw as I bite his throat. As he gives a startle yelp, I slam myself into his hard ass, grinding my cock into him, shoving him deeper into Bella.

"Oh, fuck!" Bella slams back into us so fast, I'm not prepared for the explosion of pleasure that goes off when Edward collides back into me. We both shudder, and I press my forehead to his shoulder and try to remember how to breathe.

"Shit! Sorry," I sputter against his clammy skin, like a horny fucking teenager. I wanted to piss him off, not take his fucking ass cherry, which would have happened if it hadn't been for my fucking jeans. He's still shaking beneath me and I'm worried that I may have really freaked his shit out. "Ed, you alright?" I start to lift my head and his hand clamps down on the back of my head.

"Quit fucking talking," Edward hisses and presses my face into his shoulder. Yes, sir.


I am stretched razor thin, between pleasure and pain, though that last one is growing dull. There is no way to describe this that will ever do it justice, because to put to it bluntly, there are angles that can be reached this way that just aren't possible with a dick in my pussy.

"Oh, god. Harder, please," I moan into the mattress. I can feel the sheets are wet from my sweat and drool. I am beyond caring, because Edward keeps slamming against me and hitting a spot inside me that every fucking sex toy I've tried has failed to hit. Vic told me once that it's the hardest angle to reach in a woman, and she should know. It surprised me to find out that she and Leah had done this; I don't know, I guess I always assumed it was just something that men were into, though I know now that it's amazing for women, too.

"It's the little pelvic ridge. That fucker gets in the way, and I have long fucking fingers. That's why you can't beat anal. You can bend yourself in fucking half and then that dick lines up just right." Vic knows about everything, which was why I talked to her about it in the first place. I mean, every girl I have ever known hates anal. HATES IT. I felt like a freak after the first time I tried it with James. The orgasms are just un-fucking-believable and after that, I was hooked.

Which makes it strange that I hadn't tried this with Edward. Then again, it's not. I guess, despite all the fun I had with James, I still felt weird about liking this so much. It just seems like another way that I am wrong. Especially because I cannot control my mouth at all right now.

"Fuck, yes! You're so fucking deep!" Edward thrusts into me so hard, I have to dig my fingers into the sheet to hold myself in place. As his dick slams home, another rush of pleasure fills me. I can feel myself getting closer, with that euphoric mixture of excitement and dread.

"Oh my god, I'm so fucking close! God, I love how you're fucking my ass!" Another teeth rattling thrust answers my screams and I feel the scales begin to tip. I start to wail incoherently as his pace increases.

"Bella." I hear Edward's raw plea through the haze of my immanent climax. "Bella, take off the blindfold." He's whimpering, a soft high pitch sound and I worry that something's wrong. I reach up, miraculously maintaining my balance as I tear off the blindfold and take some of my hair with it. I turn my head to look back at him, but catch movement in the mirror above the dresser.

The sight confuses me at first. I see myself on my knees in front of Edward, whose naked body is pressed against me. Behind him is James, still wearing his jeans, but shirtless and pressed against Edward, his hips moving with each thrust. I cannot see James' face because he's bent towards Edward. I'm confused as to why, until I see Edward's face. He's looking at me from the corner of his heavy-lidded eyes. His mouth is slightly open and I can tell he's about to come. I turn my head just enough to see them straight on, as understanding starts to sink in.

"Bella," Edward groans my name as his eyes roll back, and James pulls savagely on his throat. I can see my ex-boyfriend's teeth sink deep into the pale skin of my current boyfriend's throat and the sight makes me come.

"OH GOD!" I scream and slam back into them as hard and fast as I can manage. I hear echoing cries, from both of them, oh god, and I feel another wave begin, before the last one has ended. "FUCK, DON'T STOP! OH FUCK, YES! KEEP MAKING ME COME!" I'm screeching and thrashing. Nails dig into my hips as I feel Edward pulse inside me and I fucking start to come again. I'm crying, no energy left to do anything but hold on to the bed sheets as he thrusts one last time. He goes so deep, it feels like part of me has broken open and can't ever be closed.

"Oh, shit!" James swears as I feel Edward slowly ease out of me, leaving me shaking violently as he helps me lay down on the bed.


As I thread my belt through my pants loops, I debate if I should say anything before heading out. Bella's hiding in the bathroom and Edward's on the bed, a stupid grin on his face. He pretends to watch TV as he absently rubs at the purple and red bruise on his neck. His chest is crisscrossed with thin scratches and dotted with bruises. He looks like he's been in attacked by a wild animal, which isn't too far from the truth.

"Edward," I say casual like, and he glances at me with a lazy smile. I can tell he's pretending, just like me, that what happened last night didn't rock our whole fucking world.

"James...thank you." He says it with the most earnest look I've ever seen, like he's about to cry or hug me. Motherfucker has the balls to thank me.

"No sweat." Then I add, "Just so you know, you hurt her and I'll put you in the fucking ground." I say it with a smirk.

"I wouldn't expect any less," he says with a matching smirk and begins to get up. I put up my hand, cause I've seen his dick enough times for the rest of my life.

"See ya 'round." I nod at him as I head to the bathroom door and slam my fist on the paper-thin wood. "Bella, baby, when you're done having your little freak out, give Vic a call. She wants to make plans for Pride." I leave before she can respond. 'Cause they've got their own shit to sort out and it's got nothing to do with me. Not anymore.

I don't really think about where I'm headed until I walk out of the lobby and into the chilly morning air. The sky is still murky, so I check my watch. Yep, I might still catch her at the Hurricane. I flag down a cab, which is unheard of in downtown Seattle, and give him the orders. Good thing I still have the twenty.

Vic is walking out of the cafe, the early morning/late night crew breaking up after a round of hugs and kisses. This is their tradition, Sunday brunch with the old guard. Leah is already at work. I wait by Vic's old Jeep, the one I helped her rebuild last summer. She looks gorgeous, as usual. Not tired or worn down, despite pulling an all-nighter at the bar and then rolling down here at the asscrack of morning to meet her girls. She's so beautiful that I almost bolt when she sees me. A frown crosses her face, then quickly turns to a look of concern as she starts to rush over to me.

She thinks something fucked up happened. I'm not surprised, I've always cried on her shoulder from the first time I met her at the Bad Ju Ju, when she was bar tending and I was playing at being a bar-back for the Block Party.

I'd just moved up from Portland, after my whore of an ex-girlfriend kicked me out of our house, leaving me with a duffel bag and enough money to catch a Greyhound to Seattle. I knew Leah and her brother, who hooked me up with the Tiger Sharks. The Ju Ju posted a sign for bouncers at the gym and I needed some extra scratch.

After the night got started, Vic and other bartenders, all chicks, started kicking down shots whenever we tossed a drunk out. Soon enough, I was getting in a bad state of mind, keeping to the shadows, and Vic, fearless as ever, walked up to me. Her thin hand slid over my shoulder as she asked what was up and I spilled my guts, like I was on fucking Oprah. She listened and nodded her head until I was done. Then she gave me a shot and kissed my cheek. Told me that I shouldn't ever try to change who I am for some girl that obviously didn't even know who the fuck she was, much less who I was. Looking back now, that pretty much summed up most of my girlfriends, even Bella.

Not Vic. She's always known who she is. She'd been dating Marco for three years when I met her. I wanted her bad, from that first night, but I had a rule about not taking other guy's girls. I thought it was a low move, mostly 'cause it's what that bitch back in Portland had done. Of course, that rule didn't stop me from trying to fuck over Bella and Edward, when I thought I wanted her back. The truth is, I'm just a fucking coward.

I thought Vic would think I was a dick for hitting on her when she had a guy, and I didn't want to disappoint her. Her opinion has always meant so much to me. I'd rather not get her, than risk her hating me.

Laurent, a rusty old Cajun that used to coach for the Sharks, called it a long time ago. He said I missed too many opportunities to win, 'cause I kept playing fair. If I had the guy pinned in a bad spot, or I knew that I'd hurt him with a hit, I would back off and let him recover before going back in. I thought that I was being fair. I was trying to be a good guy. Laurent told me I was being stupid. "You hit when there's an opening to hit. Or just fucking go home." It made sense in the ring, like most things do, it just never occurred to me to apply it to anything else.

Vic came to see my first fight, 'cause she's always so fucking supportive. I asked Leah to look out for her, 'cause the crowds can get a little rowdy, and to make sure she had a good time. Bitch sure as fuck did. I won the fight and when I got out to the crowd, it was in time to see Leah and Vic making out like a couple of horny teenagers. They moved in together two weeks later. I thought that I missed my opportunity, that I'd never get another chance.

The truth is there are no missed opportunities, just ones that you're too afraid to take. I know what I want, and I guess I've always known that she wants it, too. I should feel bad for Leah, but as Vic runs up to and puts her beautiful hands on my face, all I do is smile like an asshole.

"Jesus, James what the fuck happened?" She looks gorgeous, even when she frowns. It occurs to me that my face might look a little fucked up from Edward's attempt at boxing and other things. I try to shrug off her concern, but mostly I just keep smiling like a fucking dumbass. I know this is right and this time, I swear to god, I'm not going to fuck it up.

"James." She manages to squeak my name before I pull her into a kiss. She doesn't fight, just sinks into me, fitting, like a piece of me that's been missing all along. I pull back to look at her, hoping that she's not going to punch me or kick me in my nuts. She's smiling and I have a hard time swallowing.

"You're writing those checks again, Mr. Morrison," she says as she leans in for another kiss. You can take this one to the bank, Baby.


I knock on the door, and get no response.

"Bella, we have to check out eventually," I say, trying to not let the smile leak into my voice, and fail miserably. Silence from the door, though I swear I hear her breathing and pacing. I try to not laugh as I knock again.

"Bella, you can't stay in there forever." I'm laughing at this point.

"Wanna bet?" Her voice sounds small and petulant. Fuck! I love her a little more, if it's possible. I try the knob and of course, it's not locked. I swing the door open to find her sitting in the bathtub. She's naked and curled up like a scared little girl. Something inside of me spasms painfully at the sight of her in distress, even though I know she's being ridiculous.

"Bella." I sigh as I kneel beside her. She won't look at me and I get frustrated. "Bella!" I grab her chin and pull her face roughly. Her red rimmed eyes snap to meet mine.

"Enough of this, do you hear me?" The sight of her obvious pain makes me ache, but I make sure to keep it from my voice. She nods, but I know it's a lie. I let out a groan and climb into the tub. I lean over and gather her into my arms. As I lean against the hard porcelain, I brush back the hair from her face and see that she's starting to cry.

That old familiar sense of helplessness rises up inside me. I know that she's so worried about what happened. How she can think I wouldn't still love her...is just fucking stupid. A familiar voice in the back of my mind tells me to stop being a pussy and I agree with it.

Sure, I can't take away all the insecurities and complicated shit that makes her think this way, but there is one thing I can do. Something I should have done a long time ago.

"So, I suppose this is a bad time to ask you to move in with me?" I say it nonchalantly, as I imagine how James would laugh and maybe even be impressed. Bella turns a tear streaked face to me. Her eyes are wide and her mouth has dropped open. I laugh, because, well, it's kind of funny. She frowns and I realize that laughter is not the best of ideas right now.

"Well, I thought that asking you to marry me might scare you off." It feels strangely freeing to say the truth out loud, and the look on her face is hilarious. I didn't realize her mouth could open that much wider. As she leans in and kisses me, I feel relief crash over me. I kiss her back, and I can't help but smile, as tears fill my eyes.

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Author's note:

I want to send lots of love to AnaG for support and beta skills. As always, lots of love to my all my reviewers. I really appreciate the time you take to review.