A/N: Heya, ducks. Let's see what our kids are up to.
Okay, so, here was the thing. Emmett couldn't tell if he was going to get lucky.
Like, in the grand scheme of things, he knew it was going to happen eventually. There was no question there. He wasn't going to push her. She'd been in epic-love with her husband, and this all had to be confusing. Maybe falling for someone again. And he was pretty sure she was falling for him. She wasn't just after his sexy bod, though who could blame her there?
But despite the fact Edward had definitely been on her mind, she'd still been there with him. She'd still been content to have hisarms wrap around her. She'd kissed him without wishing he was Edward. Emmett was sure of all that.
So, sex. Maybe not out of the question tonight?
"What the hell are you concentrating so hard on?" Bella asked with a laugh. "You look like you're trying to orchestrate world peace in your head."
Shit. Busted. "Naw, I was just trying to figure out my Fantasy Football roster."
"Oh, I see. I'm that boring, huh? You're so done talking with me that you're making up fake football teams. I see how it is." She crossed her arms and pretended to pout.
He reached over and began to pry her left arm away from her body. When he succeeded, he slipped his hand into hers, clutching it over the shifter. He risked a glance to grin cheekily at her. He liked being able to touch her this way. Kind of cheesy, he supposed, but it made him happy. "Don't worry, boss. I just had to have a complete picture, see? I was picturing you in a cheerleader outfit."
She balked. "Ew. I refuse to be a cheerleader, even in your weirdo fantasies. Why can't I be a football player? Those little white pants make anyone's ass look good."
Swallowing a groan, Emmett's hand tightened on hers reflexively. Now there was an image he was going to keep for future reference. "Wait, so, you perv on football players' butts?"
"You know this is a game involving a bunch of guys playing with balls, in which the words tight end and tackle are prominent, right? And men frequently throw themselves in a heap?" She cocked an eyebrow.
"Wait, so, you want me to put you in my football fantasy as a football player and then imagine a bunch of guys piling on top of you?"
She snorted. "Hey, whatever floats your boat. I'm not here to judge. But I have to say, if you're still trying to convince me you're not gay, maybe you should replace all the other players with women."
"Aw, babe." Continuing in his sudden like of cheesy moves, Emmett raised her hand to his lips and gave her knuckles a loud smack of a kiss. "You're the only one I wanna see in my dreams."
She sucked in a sharp breath and Emmett felt his cheeks go hot. Just as he was about to make fun of himself—where the hell had that line come from—she laughed.
"Damn, McCarty. That was smooth as hell. I guess it's a good thing I got to you before you could get into a bar legally. You'd get all sorts of digits."
"So what you're saying is I have game after all?"
"I'm just saying a weaker woman would fall for a line like that. Your charm doesn't work on me."
"Uh huh." He pulled the car into her driveway and angled his body toward her. He cupped his hand at the back of her neck. "I think you're lying to me, boss." Before she could argue, he pulled her to him. The forty-five minute drive had really been too long to go without kissing her.
Bella sighed into his mouth and took his face between her hands. She did this awesome thing with her thumbs, pressing them behind his ears and rubbing that space. It drove him all kinds of crazy. He pressed his free hand to the small of her back and splayed his fingers wide.
Oh, hell. He wasn't ready for this date to be over. He wasn't ready to stop kissing her, touching her. He wasn't ready to walk her to the door and kiss her chastely goodnight. His fingers itched for more, to inch up her shirt and skim along her skin. It would be easy, so easy, to take it further right here. Really give her neighbors something to talk about.
In Emmett's experience, this kind of kissing led to sex. His body knew it. His every muscle was coiled, waiting to spring, waiting for the sweet exertion and release. What a thought that was. Not just sex. Sex with Bella. Sex with Bella. His brain chanted it, making it hard to think of anything else.
And she wasn't helping things any at all. It wasn't as though she was passive. Her kisses weren't exactly innocent. She knew a thing or seven about erogenous zones. Her touch combined with the languid strokes of her tongue in his mouth sent thrills up and down his spine. Electricity zinged through his veins. Yeah, his body knew exactly what he wanted.
With a groan, he pulled back. Damn if his want for her didn't make his head spin. He was dizzy with want. He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath as he licked the remnants of her taste from his lips.
"Oh, hell," she muttered so softly he almost didn't hear her.
He opened his eyes to find her watching him. Even in the limited light, he could see the same want he felt reflected back at him.
"Will you…" Bella's voice came out like gravel. So fucking sexy, but she stopped and swallowed hard. She brushed her fingers through his hair, and he could feel the slight tremor in them. She was nervous about something. But when she spoke again, her voice was steady. "Come in."
Lightning shot down Emmett's spine and his cock, already half-mast from all the kissing, twitched like a dog tilting its head. "Oh, hell yeah."
She laughed, twirling one of his longer curls around her finger as she smirked at him. "You remember what I said about you being smooth? I take it all back."
He grunted, stealing a nip of a kiss. "Not my fault. That was my little head talking, and that mother fucker has no chill."
"Uh huh." She rested a hand high on his thigh. He had to press his tongue to the roof of his mouth to keep from making embarrassing noises as her fingertips skimmed so close to where he really wanted her. "So, how little of a head are we talking here?"
"Oh, baby. Why don't you— Wait. What?" He sat up straight, blinking at her as he replayed her words. "My… You…"
She bit her bottom lip, and he could tell she was trying not to laugh at him. "It's okay," she said with a lilt, like she was cooing at him. "I work well with mini cupcakes." She flashed him a grin before she got out of the car, cackling.
"Mini cupcake," Emmett muttered. He watched her as she strode up the walk with a bounce in her step. He groaned, reaching down to readjust himself. Before he got out of the car, he fished out the condoms he'd stashed in the glove compartment.
She was just putting the key in the lock when he caught up to her. He got a firm grip with his hands on either side of her waist and pulled her pretty little ass back against him. "What do you think, boss?" he growled, his lips to her ear. "Does that feel little to you?"
Her hands fumbled at the handle of the door, but she managed to push it open even as he kissed a line down her cheek. She gasped and tilted her head, giving him access to her neck that he quickly took advantage of. "Assume much? I only asked you to come inside, and you're all over me. Maybe I was just being polite and offering you a drink."
Emmett straightened up, letting go of her like she'd tossed a bucket of ice water at him. "Whoa, I didn't… I mean, you—"
Bella's grin was wide as she laughed. She grabbed him by his shirt and hauled him into her house. "You're easy when you're horny, you know that?"
"Yeah, I'm easy." Hands to her hips, he backed her up against the wall in the entryway, pinning her body beneath his. "See, I got this hot boss, and I've had a lot of time to think about the things I want to do to her."
She bit her lip, but he didn't think she was trying to keep from laughing at him this time. Her eyes had gone lust-dark. She tilted her head up, and he took that invitation. "Tell me what kinds of things," she whispered against his mouth in between kisses.
She was evil, he decided. She was asking him to think straight when all he wanted to do was...Well, whatever it took to get inside her as fast as he could. His cock was aching now, straining against his jeans, and he had no doubt she was moving her leg like that, so it brushed him and rubbed him, on purpose.
He took a step backward, bringing her away from the wall. "You know the couch at work? In the back?" He took her hands in his, walking backward and pulling her with him.
"Mmhmm."
The backs of his legs encountered her couch and he sat. He pulled her down so she was on his lap, groaning a little when her weight bore down on his erection. He breathed in through his nose and out again. He could take this slow. He could feel the way her heart beat fast.
"Sometimes, when you got all stressed and flustered, I wanted to hold you like this." He moved her hair off one shoulder so he could nip and nibble at her ear.
"Aw, you wanted to give me a hug? That's so sw— Ah." Her teasing cut off as Emmett finally, finally slipped his hands under her shirt, tickling her skin as he moved up. She hadn't put her bra back on after their impromptu—to her—swim, so he could cup the warm weight of her in his palms.
He moved his lips to her neck and sucked there gently. "I was thinking more about how I could make you forget for a little while." He moved his hands back down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. She raised her arms, letting him take it off. She didn't put her arms down, instead reaching back to tangle her fingers through his hair. And that... That gave him access and a view that was about a thousand times more erotic than any porn he'd ever seen.
"Holy damn, Bella." His voice had gone all scratchy. It was just that he liked this, like, a lot. He liked the way she arched up as he ran his hands from her belly up to cup her breasts again. He liked the little noise she made, and the way her fingers tightened in his hair when he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "You're just so pretty, you know? You're so pretty like this."
"Christ." She craned her head back, kissing him once before she settled again. "Of course you'd be a talker. Obviously."
Actually, he'd never thought he was good at words. He just kind of blurted the thoughts that traipsed through his head. He let his fingers stroke lines down her center. He tickled her belly, enjoying the way she gasped and laughed, before he dropped his hand to the button of her jeans. "I can think of other things I can do with my mouth, if you'd prefer that."
"No, ahhh." She writhed on his lap as he rubbed her over her jeans, still damp from earlier that day. "I like this." Her words were breathy. "I like this just fine."
"Do you?" He dragged the zipper of her jeans down slowly, but then abandoned them, tickling the inside of her thigh instead.
"Emmett, you damn tease." Her hips shifted up, tempting his hand back where she wanted him.
"I'm the tease?" He traced the shape of her, still keeping his hands on fabric and ignoring the heat that beckoned him. He tilted his head so he could whisper in her ear. "You're the one who's wiggling all over my dick, and I you think I'm the tease?"
She ground her ass against him, and he muffled a moan in her hair. With a growl, he shifted so his feet were inside hers. He pushed, spreading her legs wide. He teased the entrance of the zipper. "You want me to touch you here?"
"Damn you," she muttered, and he couldn't help but agree with her. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over this damn couch and take her hard and fast. He was teasing both of them, and he didn't know why except that he was enjoying the hell out of watching his cool, collected Bella come undone in his arms.
"You want me to touch you?" he asked again, rocking his hips in time with hers. He was going to come in his pants at this rate, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
"I want you to…" Her whole body shuddered. She swallowed hard and tried again. "I want you to fuck me."
"Ah, hell. Baby." He attacked her neck, dragging his teeth along her skin. "You have no idea…"
But that was a filthy thought. If she only knew how many times she said those exact words in his head as he stroked himself. Yeah, there was no way he was going to last long when he finally got inside her.
He continued to suck at her skin as he slipped his fingers into her jeans. He released her with a wet pop, raising his head when he encountered skin, coarse hair and nothing else. "Bella," he said. Shocked.
She huffed. "Some jackass threw me in a river today. Wet panties aren't comfortable."
"Hmm." He slid two fingers along her slit. "Now that's a problem you're going to have a lot more if I have anything to say about it."
"Planning to throw me in more bodies of water?"
"Sure, boss. That's totally what I meant." He found her clit and rubbed in slow circles. He swallowed a groan at the sound of the little mewls she made as he moved his fingers lower with each pass. "Oh, hell, Bella. You're so wet. You're all hot and ready for me."
"I did try to tell you." She stood, pulling away from his hold, but didn't go far. She only turned around to face him.
"Wow," he couldn't help but say. She was all kinds of sexy. Her hair was wild as it spilled to her shoulders. Her skin was flushed right down to her proud, prominent nipples set on small, perky breasts. The button of her jeans was undone, exposing just a peek of her sex.
Her smile was gentle as she ran the back of her knuckle down his cheek. "Lose the clothes."
Well, hell yes.
He locked his eyes on hers and stood up, pulling his shirt off as he did. It was weirdly erotic watching her eyes drift down his body. "Wow," she murmured, echoing his sentiment from before.
He snorted. "You're a boob man."
She glanced up at him. "Are you?"
He traced the shape of her breasts with a fingertip. "Never saw the point of choosing. I like boobs. I like butts. I like this little bit right here." He skimmed his fingers over her collarbone. "And right here." He reached around to tease the small of her back. He'd really liked it when she bent over or stretched for something, exposing this little strip of skin. "I could move in here."
"I see." Her fingers were finding patterns in the lines of his muscles. "Hmmm. Now here's something new." She stroked a hand over the hard bulge in his jeans. "I'd say I have no favorite bits, but just to be fair…"
Emmett made some weird, choked noise at the back of his throat as she reached in his pants to free his dick. More fantasies come to life, and he was kind of tongue tied by it. She explored his length with her fingers, licking her lips, and he swore he was going to lose his mind.
Then, she patted his head as though it were a gerbil and looked up at him. "Aw. Mini cupcake."
"What the—Uh huh, you're a damn liar."
He lunged for her then, and the next few minutes were lost to playful squeaks and threats. She ran, but not far. He caught her and kissed her. When they tried to get their pants off only to find no one could get damp jeans off with any kind of grace, they giggled together at their awkward tumbling.
But then, when she straddled his lap and rested her hands on his shoulders, it was like the whole world went quiet. Their titters quieted and their smiles got shy and tender. It was kind of weird but good. So good. And he had no idea what came over him, why there were suddenly so many things to say he had no words for.
"I'm going to be so good to you, Bella," he said, stroking her back. "I swear I am." His dick was so hard for her, but it seemed really important that she knew that.
She tilted her head and ran her fingers through his curls. "I know that, Em," she whispered.
Then, she kissed him. She kissed him slow and deep, running her wet center over his aching cock.
He reached between them, rolling the condom on. He held the base of his shaft while she lifted and, inch by sweet inch, slid down on him, taking him in deep. Emmett hissed, holding her tightly against him. She whimpered.
They began to move together, stealing quick, soft kisses as they breathed in each other's breath.
Yeah, he'd had this fantasy too. Bella bouncing on his dick, her pretty tits hard against his skin. Her lips hungry for his. It was so much better in real life where he could hear the way she said his name on a sigh and then again like she was begging. So much better when her fingernails dug into his back.
When his need to come started to build to a boiling point, Emmett reached between them. He found her clit and rubbed her hard in time with their rhythm. "You gonna come for me, babe? I wanna feel you all around me."
A few minutes more and she did. He felt her walls clenching around him. She threw her head back, arching into him, and he was so gone. He had absolutely no control over the noise he made. Better hope no one was around to record it because it was the opposite of sexy.
Not that he cared in those minutes afterward. He wasn't even embarrassed that he was trembling, shaking like a leaf. Bella was collapsed against him, boneless and sticky, and radiating heat.
He was happy.
A/N: And I hope you are too!