So, we've started a new journey. I do have a blog for this story. A link for the blog is on my profile. On the blog, there will be picture teasers, teasers and pervy picture teasers. This story is going to be quite steamy and it's pre-written.

I also forgot to thank my beta, Sally, for magical red pen and making sure that the commas and such were in the right spot. You are amazing. Thank you for suggestions and guidance! ;-)

Now, onto the story …

Chapter Eleven

When Garrett felt like she was completely out, he looked at Edward. "This is … There aren't any words, Edward," he whispered.

"I know," Edward replied.

"She prefers you, you know," Garrett smirked. "Pretty boy."

"Shut up, asshole," Edward said flatly. "She likes you, too."

"I know she does, but she is more comfortable with you. She asked you to make love to her. You two share something," Garrett shrugged. "When I watched you, I felt like a voyeur and somewhat unwelcomed, but I'm okay with that." Garrett kissed Bella's temple. She sighed, snuggling deeper into his arms. "This is really fucked up."

"No, it isn't," Edward sighed, running his hand through his sex-ravaged hair. "There have been relationships like ours, right?"

"You and Bella have the relationship. I'm just the extra cock," Garrett laughed. Edward looked up at his best friend, and he was afraid Garrett would be pissed. He wasn't. Garrett cared about Bella, but he recognized that Bella had a connection to Edward. "Let's enjoy the rest of this weekend and see where things go."

After their time in the Jacuzzi, both men took Bella into the shower. There was nothing sexual about it. Bella was still physically exhausted from her night of powerful orgasms, followed by the most erotic moment of her life with Edward fucking her ass with his fingers. It just felt nice to be pampered. Edward gently washed her hair while Garrett massaged her stiff and sore muscles. Once the shower was done, Garrett handed her his white button-down before he went down to his Jeep and Edward's truck to get some extra clothes. She giggled, putting it on, then went rummaging for some panties. She found a pair of white, lacy boy shorts.

"Before you put them on—" Edward cooed, holding the jeweled butt plug that Essie left on her bed "—let's slip this inside of you, love." Bella blushed and felt a rush of arousal between her legs. Edward and Garrett had come to an understanding that, other than the butt plug, they would not do anything more today that was sexual. They wanted to shower Bella with affection, sweet kisses, and warm hugs, spoiling her as she described it.

"Where do you want me?" Bella asked, her voice breathy.

"On the bed," Edward said. The linens had been stripped—her orgasms had soaked them. While Bella was blow-drying her hair, Garrett and Edward remade the bed, but the smell of sex, arousal, and desire still hung in the air. Bella laid down on the bed, leaning on her elbows. "Hmmmm, on your hands and knees, love. Show me your pretty ass."

"Such a dirty mouth," Bella chided gently, moving so she was on all fours.

"I'm not as bad as Garrett," Edward chuckled, gently spreading her legs. "But, if you like it, I will gladly do it."

"I do like it," she whispered, wiggling her ass. "Your voice is like velvet and fire. It's hot."

"I never thought of it that way," Edward murmured, running his fingers through her lower lips. He wasn't surprised to feel how wet she was. "So responsive, Bella. Did my voice make you this wet?"

"And what you're going to do to me," she whispered, bucking against his hand.

"It's preparation for when I claim you here, love. You are so tight. I don't want to hurt you when …" Edward trailed off.

"I've never had anal sex before," Bella said, looking back at him.

"I kind of gathered that. I have. Once. In college," he blushed. "With the one girl I had a serious relationship with. It requires a lot of trust and preparation. My ex didn't care for it much, so we never did it again, though it was something I never experienced before in my life. My orgasm was so intense." Bella bit her lip, looking up at him, and a question clear in her mind. "What, love?"

"Can you …" she murmured. "Can you, without Garrett, do that with me?" She turned and stared into Edward's jade-colored orbs. Her espresso eyes were so expressive, pleading with Edward. "I trust you. Implicitly, I trust you, and I want to …"

"If you want, Bella. I don't want to push you into something you don't want," Edward said quietly. "Do you not trust Garrett?"

"I do! He's just not … He's not you," Bella explained, looking at Edward's bare chest. "You're the only person who knows about the wings and why I got them, besides my ex-husband." She blinked up at him, tears welled in her eyes. Her expression was so beautiful, and the trust behind it made Edward want to enfold her in his arms. "I just want you to share that experience with me. Does that make sense?"

Edward cradled her face, wiping away an errant tear. "It makes perfect sense, love," he murmured.

"Do you think Garrett will be mad?" Bella gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No, Bella. He knows we have a deeper connection," Edward said, sitting down on the bed and pulling Bella into his arms. She melted against him, sighing contentedly. "Do we?"

"We do, Edward," she smiled, kissing just above his heart. He smiled, tightening his hold on her. They stayed in each other's arms for a few more moments. Bella wriggled out of his embrace, getting back on all fours. She smacked her ass, giving Edward a cheeky grin.

Edward laughed, grabbing the butt plug. He leaned forward, kissing her sex like he had kissed her mouth. Bella moaned, loving the way he made her feel. Moving away, Edward dragged the plug between her lower lips, gathering the wetness that was there. It was cold and it made Bella jump. He pumped it in and out of her pussy before he circled his thumb along her ass. "Relax, Bella," he said softly. She sighed, letting her body just be. Edward removed the plug and eased it up to her asshole. He mirrored her breathing, and with an exhale, he pressed inside of her.

"Oh, shit," Bella rasped, falling to her elbows. "That feels so good."

"Are you coming?" Edward asked, twisting the plug within her.

"I did when you pushed it in," she answered, smiling softly. Edward responded in kind, running his fingers through her wet folds. She was overly sensitive, and his fingertips were making her feel things everywhere. "Oh, Edward …" Her voice was pleading, soft and sweet. "Don't stop."

"You must be sore," Edward whispered, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Your fingers. Don't stop what you're doing with your fingers, please?" she begged. Edward nodded, his fingertips barely caressing her dripping sex. She was bucking against his hand, but it was gentle and yearning. With a subtle shudder, Bella's orgasm zipped through her, and she collapsed onto the bed. She smiled lazily, looking at Edward as he laid down facing her. She had such adoration in her eyes. "Thank you."

"You never have to thank me, Bella," he said, brushing her hair away from her face. "It brings me pleasure to see you shatter like that. It's unbelievably sexy." He picked up her panties, which had fallen on the floor. "But, you are a temptress, and you need to recuperate. We're wearing you out."

"It's the best feeling," she giggled. She rolled over, taking the panties from Edward's hand and pulling them up her legs. With a wink, she sauntered out of the bedroom, flashing her now lace-clad ass with just a hint of the jeweled plug nestled between her cheeks. Edward groaned, slumping back onto the bed. What a vixen!

A/N: And so Bella is going to pop her anal cherry with Edward … Leave me some!