Chapter 9
EPOV
Oh fuck. My eyes are glued to a spot on the wall behind Bella's head. I can not believe she just asked that question. I mean, it's not like I hadn't been thinking about the possibilities. Thoughts of the three of us in scandalous, sexy positions drift through my brain, and I feel my dick harden. But that stuff is all just in my head, not being thrown in our faces like her question just now.
There's a long, very awkward pause. A clock is ticking somewhere, and I can hear the hum of Emmett's tiny refrigerator from the kitchen. Finally, Bella is the one to break the silence.
"I'm sorry. I'm a little bit buzzed. Damn German beer. You guys want another round?" She stands uncomfortably and reaches across the table to pick up our plates and empty bottles.
I jump to my feet, nearly trip over Emmett's knee, and mumble something about helping her while taking the cookie container into the kitchen.
As soon as we are out of earshot, I spin around and hiss, "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know. I just can't get the thought of you two doing … stuff … out of my head. It's kinda hot." Bella ducks her head as she turns away from me to put the dishes in the sink.
"So you aren't turned off by the idea at all?" My dick leaps in my pants at the potential opportunity her answer could bring.
With a slow pivot and from the sink, Bella meets my gaze evenly. "Not at all. Quite the opposite in fact.
She leaves me standing there, mouth gaping, and grabs three beers from the fridge before returning to the tiny dining table. I quickly scramble after her and can't help but notice she scoots her chair closer to mine as she sits.
"So, why don't you tell me all about your, um, experiences with Edward, Emmett? It seems Edward is incapable of speaking at the moment."
"Vell, we were seventeen. I hadn't had much time to experiment then, right? He was the first boy I did … a lot of things with. We kissed, we touched. It's nothing to be, how do you say, ashamed for?" Emmett looks at me with furrowed brow and a frown on his usually grinning face.
Fuck, he thinks I'm ashamed of what we shared.
"No, no, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You're right. I just. I don't know. It's just a lot to think about. I mean, that last night …" I drift off, mind once again flashing to his lips on my cock.
"Ah ja. I was maybe too bold. You didn't act so certain about what we were doing." Emmett is still not quite his confident self and rambles on, "I've done things with lots of men – and women – since then, Edvard. I usually get a much better response than that time." He chuckles to himself, as if remembering.
"No," I nearly shout. I hesitate as his eyes meet mine expectantly, but it's now or never. "I mean, I just felt really bad. You know … that I didn't have the chance to return the favor."
