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Recap: Bella and Alice surprise Emmett with a birthday party at his favorite club
EMMETT'S POINT OF VIEW
As I opened the door to the VIP section, everyone in the room turned to look at me. I saw my college roommate, almost every guy on the team, my lawyer, my manager, and a ton of my friends.
"What the-" I started, only to be drown out by a booming "SURPRISE" from every person in the room. I stood, staring blankly at them while they cheered and clapped. It took until Bella and Alice came up beside me that I put everything together. I smiled at them appreciatively.
"You guys did all this?" Alice nodded before taking off into the crowd. "Bella, this is awesome."
"Thanks. Happy birthday." She said, smiling.
"No, thank you." I looked her up and down, taking in her tiny red dress that fit her like a glove. "If it doesn't work out for either of us tonight, I'll thank you in my own special way."
"Sure, you bet." She laughed. "Meet me under the disco ball in five minutes, OK?"
I nodded, and she slinked away just before the crowd converged on me, slapping me on the shoulder and giving me well wishes. Something was off about her exit, but I didn't have time to dwell on it now. Slowly, the crowd dispersed and gathered around the dance floor. I waded into them again, the crowd getting more and more dense as I got deeper. I pushed my way to the center, where I found a teammate of mine staring intently at something.
When I followed his gaze, I stopped breathing. There, in the middle of the floor, was Bella, grinding aggressively against the waitress from the sports bar, Rosalie.
My jaw dropped as I looked her over. Her long legs were sheathed in white leather that ended just above her knee. Her black dress barely covered her rear end as she twisted with Bella under the disco ball. My eyes raked over her, stopping on her flat tummy, imagining the tattoo underneath.
"Am I dreaming?" I said to no one in particular.
"Dude, if you were dreaming, would they still have their clothes on?" My friend asked. I laughed, catching the girls' attention. Rosalie glanced at me and winked before turning and dipping low. Bella smiled at me, reaching out for my hand. I allowed her to pull me between her and Rosalie, who immediately turned and started grinding her hips against mine. I bit down on my lip hard and moved with them, trying to keep myself reigned in until the song ended.
Luckily, as the end of the song rang out overhead, I heard Alice make an announcement. I couldn't focus on anything but keeping myself from dragging both of them to the bathroom. I took a few deep breaths and stepped up beside Bella.
"Best. Present. Ever." I panted in her ear.
"I'm glad." She said. I heard Johnny calling my name, and I ran up onto the stage. As over one hundred guest serenaded me, my eyes went back to the same place on the floor. When the singing ended, I thanked everyone, and commended Alice and Bella for their trickery. When I looked out into the crowd to where I'd been standing, I saw Bella turned around talking to a guy I'd never seen before, and Rosalie was staring right at me.
As I stepped off the stage, both her and I made a bee line for each other, meeting somewhere in the middle.
"So," I said when I reached her. "How've you been?"
"Just fine. And yourself?" She asked, smiling at my lame banter.
"Very well, thank you. And might I just say, that was probably some of the hottest dancing I've seen in my entire life." I said. Might as well get it out there.
"Aw, thanks. Maybe I could teach you some moves." She winked.
"Sure. I'd love that." I told her. "But I want to talk first."
She smiled again, less seductively and more genuine. "Yeah. OK."
I extended a hand to her, leading her to a couch on the far wall, away from the band and stage. I sat down and she situated herself next to me, crossing one leather-clad leg over the other.
"So, what do you want to know?" I asked her.
"Well, first of all, am I going to get my car keyed for hitting on another girls man?" She laughed.
"Nope. Not that I know of."
"OK. Now you ask me a question."
"Alright, tell me something that you don't tell people very often."
"I want a motorcycle. I've only ever ridden on one once, but it was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced." She mused after a moment.
"Really? What kind was it?" I asked.
"A Yamaha, I think. I've been looking into buying one."
"Well," I grinned. "You haven't experienced anything until you've been on a Ducati."
"Oh my god. You've got a Duc?" Her eyes widened. I laughed, nodding.
"Mhmm. The Multistrada." (Picture is on the site)
"Will you let me take it for a spin sometime?" She asked eagerly.
"As long as you learn to ride before we go, sure."
"Wow. That's really awesome. Thank you!" She smiled. "My turn again. What kind of car do you drive?"
"Well, for regular city driving I have a Mercedes, but when I have free time, I like to off-road in my jeep." I explained.
"Which lift kit do you have on it?" She asked.
I tried not to look as stunned as I felt when I answered. "Twenty-four inches. You know about cars?"
"I know my way around a drive shaft and a catalytic converter, yeah. But as much as I'd love to sit around talking engines with you all night, I love this song even more." She smiled, pulling me up from the sofa and dragging me to the floor.
After twenty minutes of dancing, (with a gratuitous amount of much enjoyed hip movement on Rosalie's part) we stepped toward the bar.
"I'll be right back." She said, smiling at me before heading toward the restroom. "Order me a panty-dropper."
I nodded and headed toward the bar, stopping when I saw two people up against the wall practically dry humping. His hand laced around hers, pinning it over her head while he kissed down the side of her neck. Bella lolled her head back and bit her…
Wait, Bella?! Looking closer, I realized that it was, in fact, Bella, pinned against the wall by the redheaded hospital guy. I couldn't resist pestering her.
"You know, as much as everyone is enjoying the free show, having sex in public is illegal." I said loud enough for them both to hear. The guy…what was his name? Edwin…Edwardo?…Edward! Edward started laughing as he put a little space between himself and Bella. He looked at me with eyes that were completely glazed over.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"It's the Bella effect. It's OK man," I told him. "She gets us all with it."
Edward laughed again, shaking his head. "She got me good this time."
"Oh man. There was this one time-" I backed out of the story when I saw Bella waving frantically at me, telling me to shut up. Her eyes shot to Edward for a moment, and she shook her head the slightest bit. I responded with a tiny nod.
"So," She shifted gears "Where's Rosalie?"
"She's in the bathroom. And can I just say that I love you?" I added. "She's amazing."
I'm not sure about the rest of the male population, but to me a girl that knows about football, cars, motorcycles, and has legs up to her ears qualifies as amazing.
"She asked to meet you." Bella told me. "That's why we went to that little restaurant again last week. I promised that if she left the hospital room before you got there, I'd bring you back there and she could come to the surprise party. You were surprised, right?"
I caught a glimpse of the shiny white of her boots and immediately turned my head to watch her approach. The crowd seemed to step back in utter awe of her.
"Oh yeah." I told Bella. "Very surprised."
She stepped to my side, curling her arms around one of mine. "Hey there."
"Hi. Sorry, I haven't gotten to the bar yet. I caught this guy trying to jump Bella's bones against the club wall." I laughed, motioning toward Edward and Bella. Rosalie laughed and looked at Bella's flushed cheeks and a darkening hickey on her exposed collarbone. She reached forward, slugging Edward in a friendly gesture.
"Good work, man." She laughed. "Come on. Let's go get that drink."
We walked away from Edward and Bella, continuing toward the bar.
"You know," She turned to me when we reached the counter. "I think I want a shot."
ROSALIE'S POINT OF VIEW
"OK," he shot me an award-winning smile. "What kind?"
"I'm thinking tequila." I told him, smiling when his eyebrows shot up. He turned to the bartender and asked for it. Catching the barkeeps attention, I asked for a bottle of grenadine.
"What's that for?" Emmett asked.
"No questions." I told him. "Now, up on the bar."
With an inquisitive look, he followed my instructions, hopping up into a sitting position on the bar.
"Lay down." I ordered, to which he willingly obliged. "And lose the shirt."
The scene was starting to attract attention, and a few screams of delight were heard as Emmett pulled his polo up and over his head. I grinned and took the grenadine off the bar, uncapping it with my mouth before stepping towards him. He looked at me with wide eyes as I drizzled a line of the pink liquid up the center of his body, in the divot of his hard abs up to between his pecs. I leaned over and licked a spot on each of them before tapping salt onto his bare chest.
"You ready, slugger?" I asked, grinning evilly as the bartender handed me my shot and a lemon wedge. I slipped the slice of lemon between his lips as he nodded timidly. Laughing, I stepped back and turned toward the now fully formed and jostling crowd.
"HOW ABOUT YOU? ARE YOU READY?!" I called out to them. Their whoops and hollers informed me that they were, so I stepped back towards his bare stomach. "HOW ABOUT A LITTLE COUNT DOWN!"
The throng, more than willing to oblige, started screaming. "5…4…3…2…1!"
EMMETT'S POINT OF VIEW
On the one, I felt her hot tongue make contact with the top of my bellybutton, pulling torturously slow toward my chest, where it quickly darted in and out, catching the salt she'd left there. She tipped her head back, throwing the fiery liquid down her throat before leaning over and biting into the lemon in my mouth. I bit against it too, keeping her close to my face. Her blonde hair fell like a curtain over our faces, shielding us from the group of people, and I released the lemon. She bit into it, taking some of the juice before removing it with her fingers and placing it somewhere on the bar.
She bent down again, pressing her lips to the corner of my mouth for the briefest of seconds before pulling away. I pushed upwards, trying for more, but she backed away too fast, the breath from her laugh landing on my face. It smelled a little like the tequila, but mostly of grenadine and lemon. She stepped back and turned to the crowd, raising her hands in the standard "rock on" symbol. They shouted encouragements and begged to be next. She shook her head.
"Sorry, that was a once in a lifetime performance you just saw." She told them as I sat up. My head was spinning as she turned to look at me, winking again. In response, I turned to the bartender.
"Get me a mind eraser. And make it a double." (A/N- Each one is six shots, incase you were wondering.)
ROSALIE'S POINT OF VIEW
Two hours and a couple drinks (for me anyway) later, Emmett and I were on the dance floor again.
"And this next song goes on to our party planner Bella from Edward." The DJ called out.
"What is he up to?" I asked no one as the song started. Emmett started laughing loudly, and I looked up at him.
"This is Bella's favorite song in the world to dance to." He explained to me as 'You Can Do It by Ice Cube' started playing.
"Oh. Well do you want to go dance with her then?" I asked, trying to be polite.
"What? No. I've got a perfectly good dance partner right here." He smiled, his speech slightly slurred. "And besides. That Edward guy dedicated the song to her. He's probably already got her." He craned his neck, and then pointed. "See! Look!"
My eyes followed his extended finger to where Edward stood with Bella. She looked oddly red and seemed a little bashful as Edward led her, laughing all the way, to the dance floor.
"Good." I giggled. "Cause I want to dance with you."
I pulled him close, dancing the way that I only did when I'd had too much to drink. My hands found their way into my hair, flipping it around as I shook my ass is ways that shouldn't even be legal. Emmett danced just as aggressively, pushing his hips into mine, making no move to hide how turned on he was.
That was probably because twelve shots of hard liquor make it hard to remember to be embarrassed about what you're doing, but who was I to judge?
I looked up at him again, and he was staring down at me.
"God you're beautiful." He said, his voice barely audible over the music, though I wasn't sure he meant for me to hear it anyway.
Without and hesitation, I stepped closer to him, pulling the pin from the proverbial grenade. I stood on my tiptoes, and he bent to meet me halfway. And when our lips touched, we exploded.
Neither of us held back, standing unmoving in the middle of the dance floor while the crowd jostled and jumped around us. It may have been the alcohol, but I was pretty sure that this was one of those kisses that when they filmed them on TV, they showed a spinning aerial view, where everything slows down until the only the two in the middle are left moving. I couldn't hear the music or anything else beside my own beating heart.
I wrapped my leg around his, straining to get as close as I could. When I felt his tongue run across my bottom lip, I parted mine, allowing him access. His tongue massaged mine as I curled my fingers in his dark hair, and as I let my mind wander, it immediately shot to things like, ooh! I wonder what else he can do with his tongue.
I pulled away, laughing at my own thoughts. When I opened my eyes, Emmett was staring back at me.
"I…ah…wow." He finally managed.
"I know." I laughed back. Suddenly, I realized a presence hovering on my ass. I switched quickly from turned-on sweet girl mode to bitch on wheels in a nanosecond. Emmett noticed the change, and looked down at me, concerned.
"Someone's got their hand on my ass." I growled in explanation. I felt the pressure disappear.
"Ah, whoops. Sorry. That was me."
"Well, in that case," I laughed, "It's fine"
He moved his hand back onto my butt and leaned close to whisper in my ear, his voice deep and gravely. "So, is there any chance I'll be seeing that tattoo again?"
"I don't know. But maybe we can get out of here and find out." I told him. It wasn't like I was deciding or anything. Even if it turned out to only be a one-night stand, I was still the luckiest girl in the world at that moment. "Just let me go tell Jasper I'm leaving."
"Yeah, I've got to tell Bella and Alice anyway." He told me. "Meet me back here in five?"
I nodded and waded into the crowd, searching for Jasper. When I finally found him, he was leaning up against a wall, talking to a girl. She was one I'd recognized, and one I'd hoped to never see again.
Jessica Stanley.
What?! How did Jessica get into the party? How pissed is Jasper going to be at Edward for not telling him?! Why do I try to end with cliffhangers like that?!
Find out next time.
Kaythanksiloveyoubye
Mici
RANDOM SONGS
Magic – Robin Thicke (I heard it on the way home from school on the last day, and I really liked it)
Echo – Trapt
All Over You – The Spill Canvas
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