Thanks to everybody who read my story! Especially my reviewers, who I wish I had more of. Anyway, this is my last chapter, though I am sad to say so. Hope you like it! Bella is extremely OOC in this chapter. This chapter is also rated M, so if you don't want to read that part, just stop at James' and Bella's conversation.

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Six Months Later

EPOV

"How many times are we goin' to keep doin' this man. I'm telling you, this car isn't going to start," James said, trying to work on the engine of an old car. We ended up having to go all the way down to Mexico, because James' face is so well known in the US. Well, I am too; people just don't know that I was Frankenstein.

I hadn't seen Bella since the night we split up, James and I leaving on the train, while Bella was being arrested by the police. I didn't know what happened to her or if I would ever see her again.

"Shit," I heard James say from the front of the car. I also heard a spark, so I can guess what happened. "You say you want me to live the life of a honest man, huh?"

"That's right," I rolled out from under the car. "You better get used to it." I was just standing up when we both heard the sound of tires racing through the dirt. We turned to face the sound just as a car came flying around the turn.

"I think we got ourselves a little company." I walked to the front of the car where James was standing. The car, which I could now identify as a 1968 Ford Mustang Fastback, came to a stop about 100 feet from us. We had to shield our eyes because of the cloud of dust that rose from the sudden stop. The driver of the car opened the door as soon as the dust settled.

The first thing I could see was black, heeled boots, just under the door. The rest of the driver was soon in view as she stepped into the hot sun.

Bella's hair was longer than I had ever seen it and she was looking slightly tanned too. She took the sunglasses from over her eyes and placed them on top of her head. I swear, my pants just shrunk a size when I saw her strutting towards us, her boots making little imprints where she stepped.

She sashayed over to where we were standing, stopping right in front of me. She grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, as James stood there, jealous. I picked her up and swung her in a circle, loving her little giggle as I did so. "What took you so long?" I asked once I placed her back on the ground.

"I had some trouble getting my release papers approved." We started having a mindless chat when James just had to interrupt.

"Nice rims, where'd you get 'em?" We all looked towards the car she had been driving.

"I won it. Card game." He snickered.

"Yeah right."

"No, really."

"How much horsepower is in its engine?"

"350"

"You sure about that?" He opened the door to check the interior.

"Don't do anything stupid with my car, I'll be right back," she said to him, watching him sit in the seat, examining the car. She walked over to me and dragged me into the shop.

She sat on the edge of the desk while I took my seat behind it, watching her dangle her long, slender legs off the edge.

"You should be thanking me you know," she said, more a statement than a question.

"I should?"

"Yes you should. I risked me freedom, helping the two of you to escape from Terminal Island, and then covered for you when you ran off." She was inching her way towards me.

"You're right, I do owe you a thank you."

"Ah ah ah," she said, wagging her finger at me. "A simple thank you won't do. That's a lot of work and what do I get? A simple thank you?" I could tell she was teasing.

"Again, you're right. But what can I do?" I tapped my chin as if I was thinking. I was just about to answer her when she leaned in.

Her warm lips gently met mine in a sweet kiss. Gentle and sweet soon turned to fiery passion when I stroked her bottom lip with my tongue and she granted me access. One of her hands she had placed on my chest while the other was running through my hair. My hands went up on their own accord, one to the nape of her neck and the other to the small of her back, pushing her lush against me. Our tongues battled for dominance before she finally gave up. I leaned her back on the desk without breaking the kiss, making sure nothing was in the way. We both pulled away at the same time in our need for air. My lips traveled down to her neck where I nipped playfully at the skin. She giggled, pulling my face up to her own once again.

Her hands delicately ran down the front of my shirt. She reached the hem and swiftly pulled it off, gasping when she saw my stomach. I had to say, prison really helps a guy out, not that I didn't look good before. (A/N: Wow, that sounded really conceited, but I couldn't think of another way to phrase it.) I took advantage of her sudden distraction. "Thank you," I said, just millimeters from her ear. I felt her shiver.

"Edward…" She said, drawing out my name.

"Yes?" She was squirming a lot, trying to get some friction between her legs. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I just wanted to tease her some more.

"Edward please," she was groaning now. Watching her squirm on the desk, right below me, was like my own fantasy coming to life, only much better. My hand slowly went down the hem of her shirt, tugging at it. "Please." I peeled the fabric away from her skin, slowly revealing the smooth skin underneath. I pulled it up over her head and threw it somewhere on the floor behind me. I swiftly undid her bra also, dropping it to the floor beside the desk.

My hand seemed to automatically move towards her breasts, the need to feel them, taste them, was great. I had all my weight on one arm, holding me up so I wouldn't crush her. My other hand cupped her breast, kneading it in my hand. My mouth slowly enclosed the other, caressing the budding tip with my tongue.

"Oh, god!" I heard my angel cry. Her hands went to my hair, manipulating it this way and that. By the moans she was making I knew she wouldn't last long.

I took my mouth off of her, much to her protest. I started kissing a trail down her stomach, dipping my tongue in her naval when I reached it. I quickly reached the belt of her very short skirt. I undid it quickly, along with the button and zipper on the skirt. I let them fall to the floor as I admired her. Her body was perfect. I pulled her towards me again, capturing her lips with mine. I knew she could feel how hard I was when I heard her moan.

She pulled away and started unbuttoning my low-riding jeans. She pushed them down to my ankles before I kicked them off. It's a good thing I had gone commando today. I couldn't stop the groan that fell from my lips as she stroked me with her soft hand. "Beeeeellllllaaaaa…" God, that feels good. I grabbed her hand before she went any farther. She looked confused for a second before I laid her back on the desk. I ran my finger just under the line of the royal blue thong she was wearing. She started panting as I guided them down her legs, before they joined her skirt in a heap on the floor.

My fingers went to her extremely wet opening. She was practically begging me to be inside of her, filling her completely. The sweet aroma of her arousal was maddening, addictive even.

My mouth came down on her clit, making her gasp at the sudden sensation. The tips of my fingers were grazing her folds as my tongue teased her bundle of nerves. "Edward," she gasped. The way she said my name, god it was pleasing. "Edward please. I need you." Guess the foreplay would have to wait until later. That's fine with me though.

I reached down and opened one of the drawers in the desk and pulled out a condom. I ripped the foil open with my teeth in my haste. She grabbed it from my hands and slowly unrolled it onto my rock-hard cock. She took her sweet time, but was soon ready. She lied back on the desk and spread her legs for me. Her juices were already dripping down on to the desk, telling me how ready she was. I positioned myself right at her entrance, gazing up at her, silently asking if she was ready for me. She nodded without hesitation.

I slowly slide inside of her, afraid I wouldn't fit. She was just so tight. "Bella, you're so hot." Apparently I was moving to slow for her as she suddenly thrust upward, pushing me inside of her completely. We both moaned at the feeling. I waited a few seconds before moving, allowing her to adjust to me. She started squirming again, telling me she wanted more. I began thrusting, shallow at first, but quickly getting harder. "Please Edward," she groaned. "Just fuck me already." I did as I was told, walking on the brink of ecstasy.

I could tell when she was about to come. Her walls tightened around me, making me move faster. Her walls clenched once more before I felt a hot wetness around me cock. Her screams of exhilaration were enough to drive me over the brink myself. Spilling my seed, I pulled out of her. I gently took the condom off, throwing it in the garbage bin.

"I need to thank you too Edward. That was the best sex I've ever had," Bella said after a few minutes of rest.

"Same here, Love. Same here," I replied, kissing her once more. She responded quickly, flipping us over. We ended up on the floor with her on top of me.

"My turn," was all she said before we started all over again. It was going to be a long night.

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Thanks for reading guys! Hope you enjoyed reading it. I wasn't going to put the lemon in the epilogue, but my fingers just started typing and I went with it. Pictures of Bella's car and the clothes will be up soon.

I also have a new story idea. Here's the summary.

Bella is a young girl who is taken hostage on a pirate ship when she was little. She grew up around them and they bonded, not knowing that they weren't her true family. They train her in sword fighting and ship handling. Their ship gets attacked when Bella is seventeen, and the only one to survive is Bella. She is taken hostage, yet again, but this time, falls for the captain. Who is he and what are those feelings she has towards him. Does he hold the key to her past, even if she doesn't remember it?

Review and tell me if I should continue that plot line or if it is something that you would read.