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Saturday ~ Are We Going To Get Married?

We leave the bedroom, dragging all of the bags out of the room with us.

We drop everything at the front door and turn back to the disaster that was our suite.

Jasper, Emmett and Edward are standing nearby, all looking at us, questions on their faces.

As I scan the room, I see Topher on the couch. Leah is sitting comfortably in his lap, running her fingers through his hair. They are completely engrossed in each other.

"Um," I start and then stop. At this point I really don't know what to say. I told Edward that he could come. But what about Jasper or Emmett?

I look back at Alice. She looks like she is about to burst into tears as she looks at Jasper. As I give her a small pat on the back, I hear her mutter under her breath before looking up at me under her lashes, "Looking? Found someone you have I would say, mm?" I shake my head, not really sure what to tell her.

And Rose, well, she is…still fucking pissed, but you can tell that she turned a corner with Emmett. He still has that same pleading look in his eyes, but an emotional mixture of longing and lust thrown at Rose.

Rose might be pissed, but she is playing Emmett and happy to have him on the hook right now.

We really don't have time to figure out what everyone is going to do. We need to get to the airport.

"Fuck it. If you're coming, come on," I say, reaching out and grabbing Edward's hand and drag him out the front door with me.

Between Edward and myself, we grab as many bags as we can and head down the hallway to the elevator.

We watch the numbers on the elevator change, bringing the cab to our floor. I squeeze Edward's hand and rub my thumb over his hand, hoping that I'm making the right decision about bringing him with me. Oh wow, I'm bringing home the mother of all strays.

As the numbers get closer, others show up behind us.

Alice has her arm hooked through Jasper's arm, smiling at him. Jasper has a cocked grin staring straight ahead.

Emmett is standing slightly behind Rose, eye-fucking her backside.

I let out a small laugh and roll my eyes when I see a sly grin on Rose's face.

Vic comes to stand right next to me, and I take her hand in mine.

"I'm glad we got you back."

"I am too," she whispers, holding back tears threatening to spill.

The elevator dings and the doors open.

A very speedy drive and twenty minutes later, we find ourselves at the airport on the private runway.

My pilot is standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting on us.

Asshole actually smirks at me as we approach. I smile back knowing that I'm going to have him fired when we return for his shitty attitude.

In the airplane, we all take our seats everyone coupled up.

After I make sure the pilot has his instructions and we are going to be in the air shortly, I finally take my seat next to Edward, who is calmly looking outside the window at the airstrip.

He turns to me, smiles and takes my hand in his, lacing his fingers with mine.

"Thank you," he whispers, bringing my hand to his lips gently kissing them.

"Edward," I start, but I'm cut off when he pulls me close and kisses me.

My body betrays me, my nipples harden, my skin flushes, and an uncomfortable ache comes from between my legs.

How the fuck does he do that with one kiss?

Before I know it, we are up in the air and I'm dragging Edward to the bathroom in the back.

There is one major plus to having access to the company jet, besides not having to travel commercially. It has a regular sized bathroom.

No squishing to get into them, no three feet of space in which to move in, and more than one place to sit.

Without looking back at the rest of our group, knowing that they know what we are about to do, I open the door and push Edward inside before closing the door behind us and locking it.

When I turn around, Edward is directly behind me, staring at me. His eyes are hooded, with want and need.

Stepping past him, I move to stand in front of the sink to wash my hands and watch him move behind me in the mirrors.

We've been playing this attraction game the whole time. He's one of the most beautiful men I've ever met, and I can honestly say to myself that I've never felt this strong of a connection to anyone before.

I brought him in here, to give us some kind of release. After the last two days, we need something.

And fuck if I don't want his something.

I dry my hands, placing the towel down as he moves his body to be flush with mine. My breathing accelerates when I feel his dick against my backside.

"Do you remember the other night?" he whispers. "I do."

I tentatively shake my head.

"I remember your sweet skin on my lips and tongue," he says before kissing my neck. "Hmm."

"I remember your perfect breasts, and how well they fit in my hands." His hands thread underneath my arms and he palms each breasts, kneading and massaging.

"Fuck," I moan. The sight of his hands, even on the outside of my dress, is a perfect fit.

His hands move, causing me to whimper at their loss of contact. "I remember your taut stomach." I watch as his long fingers spread wide, almost covering my stomach.

He moves his hands down to my hips, then back to my ass before gathering the material of my dress, bunching it up on my lower back.

"And look at what we have here," he teases. He smiles and looks down at my ass, "this naughty black lace thong is so fucking hot."

Before I can respond, he quickly steps back jerks the thong down, leaving me standing there completely exposed.

"Fuck," he murmurs.

His hot fingers run across my exposed skin. I close my eyes. My body is overwhelmed, never have been so turned on just from a man's touch before.

"I remember how good you taste, sweet and salty at the same time."

Edward is flush behind me again, his right hand snaking down my ass, slides his finger along my crack before reaching my dripping pussy and thrusting his finger in.

"Oh, shit!" I cry out. He pumps me just a few times, before pulling out and bringing his fingers to his lips.

"Hmm, better than I remember," he purrs, after sucking his finger.

I shiver at the sight.

"I remember your face, how beautiful it was when you came," he says seriously. "Each time."

"Oh, God," I whisper.

His eyes soften just a bit before he kisses my neck causing me to relax against his body.

Then, without warning, his finger enters me again, thrusting a few times before he adds another one.

Quickly, my release starts to build.

I watch Edward suck and lick my neck, his right arm moving behind me, as his other arm holds me around my waist, his hand and fingers spread across my stomach. His cock is rubbing against my ass cheek; his body is dipped just enough to get the friction that he needs.

Fuck, our bodies move so beautifully together.

I'm breathing hard as one hand grabs the sink in front of me, and the other grabs onto his left arm when my climax hits my body.

"I can't wait to have you inside me," I mumble softly.

"Bella," Edward softly says as he watches my face in the mirror. "I think I love you."

A loud sudden banging on the bathroom door interrupts us.

"Shit," I loudly say.

"Bella, we need to get ready," Rose sternly says from the other side of the door.

"Fine! Give us a few minutes," I yell at the door.

I look at Edward in the mirror. His face is buried in my neck and his lips stay glued to the skin exposed along my neckline.

"Edward," I start.

"No, don't." His head pops up. "This feels too good to think it's just attraction or hell, even good chemistry," he states looking at me through the mirror. "You can't deny how good this is between us. I've never felt anything like this before," he explains.

He lowers my dress and allows me to turn around in his arms. He looks so sincere, with his green eyes searching my face for signs of something to give him hope.

"I've never felt this way either," I admit. "But, I barely know you. Don't you want to get to know me before you say things like that?"

As much as I want to give him that hope, I have to realistic about our situation.

No matter how good he makes my body feel or how fucking attracted to him I am.

"I know more about you than you think. So give us a chance, get to know me. I'm not going anywhere without you."

"I'll try," I respond. I place my hands on the side of his head, caressing his cheeks before giving him a soft kiss.

His tongue slips out, licking my lips, begging for me to deepen the kiss with him.

But I push him back, remembering that Alice, Rose and myself need to prepare for the wedding we are rushing to get to.

In less than an hour, we are landing.

When we exit the plane, there is a limo waiting for us, and a very nervous but happy and very gay wedding coordinator, Marcus, bouncing with the door open.

"'Bout fucking time you arrived!" he screams as we make our way over to the limo.

"Marcus," Vic whines.

"Victoria, don't start with me. James has been all over my ass, and not in the way that I prefer," he seethes. "Now, get your perky ass in the limo and let's get you dressed."

Somehow we all cram into the limo, Jasper, Emmett and Edward all crammed in the front with the driver, leaving us in the back, in a sea of white from Vic's dress.

We help her get dressed before Rose, Alice and myself manage to slip our strapless sapphire blue dresses on in the confined space.

Only an hour late to the wedding, we arrive at my family's estate. There are flowers lining the driveway, and a huge pitched tent, the top visible from the side of the house.

The limo stops, and the door rips open to find Marcus' partner, Caius looking frantic.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell?" Caius screams as we all pile out of the limo.

"You go to Vegas with girls and come back with dates for each of you."

"Fuck off, Caius," I sneer.

"Swan, you and me, later," he threatens.

I flip him off and stand behind Vic, helping her adjust her dress and train. During Vic's wedding planning process, I wasn't around a whole lot, due to work. But when I was there for fittings and other things, Marcus and Caius were always there. Marcus is a doll, but Caius is a pompous ass.

Just because you know my mother and have worked with most of her country club friends doesn't mean that I'm going to kiss your ass or fucking hire you for any of my events.

Ass.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Edward watching our interaction. He looks tense like he is ready to step in and defend my honor. I catch his eye and shake my head letting him know I'm fine.

He nods and stands back as we prepare Vic to get married.

Marcus leads us through my parent's house, towards the backyard where the wedding and reception are setup.

We pause as we reach the back door.

Vic's parent's Carmen and Eleazar are standing together, holding hands and looking relieved to see their daughter again.

"Mom, Dad," Vic says, greeting them with a small hug and kisses.

"You can explain what happened later," Carmen says, looking at Rose and myself.

"Dear, it's Vegas. Leave it be," Eleazar tells her.

Rose and let out a collective sigh of release. I look to Rose and give a small smile.

We are moved into place and handed our bouquets as we all settle before this begins.

Marcus and Caius have their hands on the doors leading outside. "It's time," they say in unison.

The doors open, as Alice and Carmen start first, walking down the isle, leaving Rose and myself to walk side-by-side next.

James is smiling, but rolls his eyes at Rose and me as we get closer.

I highly expect that he might want to have a word with me after this, but I'm hoping that Vic will keep him too distracted for him to care.

As I reach my spot and turn back, my eyes are focused on Vic as her father escorts her down the isle.

The ceremony is calm, compared to the last few days we have been through. Watching Vic and the way she beams at James, they are meant to be together.

They really love each other, and when I think back to when they first started dating, it was evident then how much they connected.

Hmph, connected.

I turn to scan the crowd. I see some of our college friends, most of Vic's family, my mom and dad, and then I see Edward, Jasper and Emmett standing in the very back.

Edward is smiling, his eyes on mine.

I smile then return my attention to the wedding ceremony.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the minister says.

James and Vic grin widely at each other and I can't help but sigh as they embrace and James kisses her with all his might.

'Stupid, you have this,' my inner bitch tells me.

'Shut it, not now,' I scowl back at her.

The ceremony ends and we spend the next hour taking pictures. Our close family is standing off to the side, each one of them looking like they are going to pounce on us once the photographer gives us the clear.

Once he does, Vic, Rose, Alice and myself share on last group hug.

"Isabella Marie Swan," my name is growled from behind me.

"Shit," I whisper, before turning around to find my seething mother standing beside my father who is casually sipping on his cocktail.

"Mother, Father."

A/N: So, I bet you thought I forgot about this fic? Nope, I had writers block, really really bad. But, all good now, writing again.

Go ahead and call me a cockblocker, dandiegoose did, a few times. But I promise to make up for it.

Instead of a sequel, I'm just going to let this play out, not sure how long, but this group just won't shut up. Go figure. Laters darlings!