Hurray for updates! This chapter is SUPER long so you guys should enjoy it. I'll warn you now it gets smutty at the end and since it's Emmett and Rose there's language but this story wouldn't earn it's M-rating without any of that goodness ;)
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I was reluctant about going to "Guy's Night" tonight. The whole concept just seemed oddly cliché and reminded me too much of my frat days in college. It was an uneasy sense of déjà vu to feel.
There was also the issue of Emmett. Jasper had invited him last weekend and now he was eager as ever at the prospect of catching a glimpse of Jasper's car collection. But none of those problems were anything in comparison to the real challenge.
Jasper had so enthusiastically invited Rosalie to this "Guy's Night." He seemed to be on my wavelengths when it came to fixing up Rosalie with Emmett; however, I wasn't stupid enough to actually attempt it.
Nevertheless, he had me in on this secret and I was enlisted to help. How I get myself into these situations…I'll never know but I was hoping to make it out unscathed and without the wrath of Rosalie when she realized what Jasper had planned.
"God, Edward! You're driving so damn slow," Emmett complained from the passenger seat.
"I promised Bella I'd drive safely and keep my speed within reason."
"Ugh! Are you kidding me? So now I have to suffer the consequences? You're driving like Grandma Kat right now."
I rolled my eyes at the comparison. I highly doubted my 73-year-old grandmother would be doing 68 on a 40 mph Queens Boulevard. Emmett was such an ass sometimes.
I ignored his comment and turned up the radio. It was an alternative band that Emmett seemed to be able to swallow. I'd rather be listening to Chopin or Bach but Emmett would have a tantrum.
I continued driving for a long while until Emmett had reached his silence quota and needed to speak again.
"So, what the hell is this 'Guy's Night' shit anyway? Are you sure Jasper and Alice are dating? That sounds pretty gay to me."
Emmett could be so tactful at times.
"Jasper likes to have all the guys at work get together every once in a while. It helps to keep things light with our coworkers. A lot of us are under high-pressure situations when we see each other. Hanging out with each other allows us the opportunity to get to know one another outside of the hospital," I explained while peering at the Manhattan buildings.
"God, I really don't want a girlfriend if this is what it does to you," Emmett motioned towards me.
"Emmett, what the hell are you talking about? I'm driving and talking. What could I possibly be doing wrong?" I was annoyed now.
"Hanging out with each other lets us get to know each other outside of the hospital," Emmett replied in a girly voice.
"What's wrong with getting to know my coworkers? Don't you hang out with Derek and the other trainers are your job?"
"Yeah."
I looked over at him with raised eyebrows, my expression was expectant. The point I was trying to make was abundantly clear.
Emmett didn't look at me. I knew he was dying to argue the point but there was no getting around it.
I turned down the street and pulled up to a curb. There was a doorman already making his way to my Volvo as Emmett and I stepped out. I handed him my keys and told him Jasper's apartment number. Jasper's apartment building even had its own freaking valet service.
Emmett and I walked into the shiny, expensive lobby and caught the elevator. It was a carpeted, dark wood elevator with gold plating and a vast array of buttons on the console. I pressed the button for the 42nd floor.
The elevator was longer than the four-floor trip I usually took to my apartment but then again I wasn't living in a Manhattan skyscraper. We reached Jasper's floor and walked over to apartment 4213. I rang the doorbell and waited.
Emmett was standing there with his practiced un-amused expression. He was really dramatizing this whole aversion-to-Jasper-because-he-was-dating-Alice-thing. It was all a show.
I knew he could care less about Jasper when he didn't have an appearance to maintain but if Jazz was around the scowl was in place. Jasper came to the door after a moment and invited us in.
"Hey, Edward! I'm glad you came Emmett," he led us to the living room where the guys were already watching a Yankee game.
I had purposely arranged it so I came later than when Jasper had invited everyone over. I wanted Emmett to meet as few of my colleagues as possible. The chances diminished enormously if they were already enthralled in a baseball game.
I could see Carlisle holding a beer bottle in hand, watching as Emmett and I entered. He gave a small wave and I nodded. I peered at the TV and saw the Yankee's were winning. Everyone looked over at Emmett and I who were still standing to the side during commercial.
"Hey, Edward! Who's your friend?" a hematologist, named Tim asked.
"Uh, hey guys. This is my little brother Emmett," I motioned to the burly halfwit on my right.
Emmett gave a manly nod and shoved his hands into his jean pockets. I suggested we go take a seat on a few chairs that were positioned over where Carlisle was sitting. I took the seat next to Carlisle and shot him a look of exhaustion.
I hadn't even been in Jasper's place for 10 minutes and I knew this night would be long. I probably wouldn't even get to see Bella.
"Hey, Edward. What's wrong?"
I leaned over to whisper better and Carlisle leaned forward.
"Jasper invited Rosalie over to get her setup with Emmett….Emmett's only here because he's trying to intimidate Jasper. Jasper is dating Bella's roommate. She, Emmett, and Bella are all best friends," I explained.
"So, let me get this straight. Emmett has no idea he's getting setup with Rosalie? Does Rosalie know about this?"
"No! Jasper didn't tell her!" I replied exasperatedly.
"Does he have a death wish? Rosalie will kill him!"
"I know," I responded with my teeth clenched.
"Uh-oh…I see why you're so worried now. You're in on it too."
"Against my own free will…yes."
"Good luck, Edward," Carlisle chuckled.
I rolled my eyes and sat back in my seat. Carlisle really sucked right now. He was supposed to be my friend, colleague, and mentor and he was laughing at my impending death.
I focused on the TV while I vaguely paid attention to the conversations around me. Even outside of the hospital these guys couldn't get work off the brain. Carlisle interjected with stories about Esme or sports every once in a while. This helped to keep the conversations lighter.
Tim was in the middle of a story about his teenage daughter and her first date when Jasper caught my eye. He gave a subtle head jerk that signaled he wanted me to go to the kitchen.
I stood up and asked Emmett if he wanted another beer. He nodded without taking his eyes off the baseball game.
I followed Jasper into the kitchen and placed the empty bottles on the island in his kitchen. I placed my hands on the cold granite and glared at him from across the other side. He was going to owe me big time.
"Rosalie is about 20 minutes away," he started.
I stood still.
"Oh, c'mon Edward! It was your idea too. I just acted on it," he defended himself.
"Jasper, I've yet to see Bella all day. If I don't make it out of here tonight and don't get the chance to say goodbye to her before Rosalie kills us you better believe I'll kick your ass when we get to Hell," I warned.
"How do you know we're going to Hell? Maybe you are but I'd like to think I'm a pretty good person. I'm definitely going to Heaven," he diverted the conversation.
I flipped him off and grabbed another beer before meeting Emmett back in the living room. He was talking to Carlisle pretty animatedly and even laughing at some of the jokes the other guys were making.
I cracked a tiny smile. Maybe Emmett could be normal.
"So, Emmett what do you do?" a researcher I wasn't familiar with asked.
"I'm a personal trainer and co-manager at a gym near Mid-Town. I'm also in school. I'm taking classes to become an athletic trainer. I want to be a trainer for a pro-team," he elaborated.
"Wow, that's interesting. Do you have any interest in sports medicine?"
"Not really. I leave the doctor stuff up to Eddie," Emmett nudged me.
I shook my head and sighed. The guys laughed and I cracked a smile. I really detested it whenever he called me Eddie. He knew it drove me absolutely insane.
"Do you have a girlfriend or anything?" Carlisle asked.
Carlisle was wearing a sly smile I knew I couldn't trust.
"Nah, I like to keep my options open. I'm not really into the whole commitment thing. I'm still young…and girls like to have fun," he winked.
The guys burst into wholehearted laughter. Emmett was unapologetically honest and extremely blunt. He very rarely chose his words before speaking them.
Aside from that I'm sure most of the guys hadn't felt this connected to their youth in years. With Emmett around you couldn't help but be affected by his temperament. It was infectious. If Emmett was having fun you would probably have fun as well.
I asked Emmett if he wanted to check out the garage and his eyes grew wide. He was excited. I almost expected him to start bouncing in his seat the way Alice always did.
Jasper's garage was a topic of gossip in the hospital. I'm sure even some of the patients were in on the rumors. I looked down at my watch and realized Rosalie should be here momentarily. Carlisle followed us deviously out of the apartment.
We made it to Jasper's garage when I saw her. She was bent over under the hood of Jasper's Ferrari tinkering with the engine. I heard Emmett's breathing hitch.
She was speaking to someone but I was confused when I saw no one. I walked into the garage further and saw a pair of familiar legs hanging over the side of Jasper's Thunderbird. The body definitely belonged to a girl.
I waited off to side and held a finger to my mouth indicating for Carlisle and Emmett to be quiet.
"There were only 32 of the 1964 250LM's made. They just auctioned one earlier this month in Italy. It was predicted to be auctioned between € 4,200,000 and 4,800,000 which is about 6,500,000 to 7,500,000. The Ferrari that was auctioned was driven by Jochen Rindt. He won 1st in the Austrian Grand Prix with that model," Rosalie pulled back from underneath the hood and closed it.
She walked with her casual sway over to Jasper's Thunderbird and lifted the hood again. She leaned forward and ran her fingers past the engine.
"I helped Jazz get the engine for this one. His grandfather went to the February 1954 Detroit Auto Show when they premiered the T-bird. He bought it the day it came out…October 22, 1954. This one right here is an original it's been in Jasper's family for over 50 years now. It's a classic," she stepped back and admired the car.
Rosalie glanced in my direction and then looked back over at where I was standing incognito. Apparently, my attempts to stay hidden had worked. She hadn't realized I had come in. She smiled at me.
"Hey, Edward…Carlisle. Who's the big guy?" she pointed at Emmett.
"This is my not-so-little brother Emmett," I clarified.
She nodded and appraised his body. I wondered if this was because she was interested or if in typical Rosalie fashion she was sizing him up. Jasper walked in and was looking between Rosalie and where I was standing with Emmett and Carlisle. He walked past us and made his way towards his Mercedes SLR McLaren.
I was still gnawing over the pair of legs that was hanging out of the back of Jasper's T-bird. I wondered why no one was mentioning them.
"So, Emmett what do you think?" Jasper brushed his fingers across his McLaren.
"How did you get all of these?" Emmett wondered in disbelief.
"The T-bird is practically a family heirloom. The others are all cars I've just come to acquire over the last year or two. My family is pretty well-off," he admitted.
"Pretty is an understatement," Rosalie scoffed.
"Yeah, well I don't like to brag or tell everyone about that. It usually just leads to bad company."
Emmett started to walk away from me and drifted over to the McLaren. It looked like he wanted to cry. I knew he had seen it at the Auto Show but seeing it in person with no guards was something he dreamed of.
Jasper looked over at me and threw a sly smile.
"You like Mercedes, huh?" Rosalie noted.
Emmett nodded like he was in a daze and ran his fingers over the shiny black paint. It was like his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head at the touch. Carlisle laughed quietly behind me and I smiled at him. Emmett really was simple minded.
"Do you know the specs on this one?" Rosalie inquired. She was curiously interested in making small talk with Emmett. This was a good sign.
"Of course. This here is the Mercedes SLR McLaren Roadster. They made a coupe model as well. It has a 5.4 L supercharged V8 engine, a 5-speed automatic transmission, and a wheelbase that's 2700 millimeters."
"Wow, I'm impressed. Not even Whitlock knew all those specs when he first bought it," she smirked.
"What do you know?" Emmett egged her on. I knew he just wanted to her Rosalie talk about cars.
He always had a strange obsession that involved the two.
Rosalie smiled at the challenge and held her hand open for Jasper's keys. He dug in his pocket and handed them over. She snapped her hand shut and walked over to Emmett. She glided past him and opened the driver's side door. She turned the car on and it purred to life.
She walked over to the hood and popped it open. Emmett's eyes glazed over as she bent down and started her monologue.
"Mercedes is only building 500 of these a year. Under ideal working temperatures the ceramic-carbon brakes make for better stopping power and fade resistance," she gestured to the brakes.
"The front discs use 8 calipers and in the rear discs 4 piston calipers are used. In wet conditions the calipers automatically skim the surface of the disks to keep them dry," Rosalie leaned back from the hood and stood upright.
"The spoiler in the back increases downforce depending on its angle of elevation. The driver has a switch that can increase the spoiler's elevation to 30 degrees. At speeds above 95 miles an hour the spoiler automatically raises to 10 degrees," she pointed to the spoiler.
Rosalie leaned back down and pointed to the engine.
"It's an all-aluminum engine. The cylinders each have three valves and are lubricated via that dry pump system. The engine is obviously mid-front mounted. The McLaren reaches a maximum torque of 780 newton-metres at 3250 revolutions per minute," she closed the hood.
"Anything else you wanna ask me?" she said with slight arrogance.
I stifled a laugh but cracked a smile with Carlisle choked on his. Jasper smiled over at Rosalie and then did a double take. Finally, someone noticed the legs. He asked Rosalie who was in the car and she shrugged with a knowing smile. She knew exactly who was in that car.
Jasper walked over to his T-bird and chuckled. He looked over at me.
"Edward, I think you might wanna come and see this," he laughed.
I walked over to the Ford and leaned over. Bella was lying in the backseat with a huge smile. To her right Alice was laid across the passenger and driver's seat.
"Hi," she said bashfully.
I smiled widely and leaned down to her. She knew what I wanted. Bella sat up and pressed her lips to mine. I kept my hands on the side of the car to steady myself as she secured my face to hers.
I heard Alice make a disgusted sound. I pulled back from Bella with a wide grin and noticed Alice was sitting on the passenger door now and was pressed against Jasper's chest.
It was nice to see them affectionate. I'd never seen them do anything more than hold hands. Bella stood up and climbed out of the car.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her while I held my arms firmly around her waist.
"Alice and I decided to crash your 'Guy's Night.' Besides I figured out what you and Jasper were doing to Rosalie days ago when I spoke to Alice. I met Rosalie after my visit to your office the other day. Alice met up with us and we planned the whole thing," she confessed.
"Well, aren't you just the most clever little," I didn't finish my statement but rather pressed my lips to hers. She kissed me back but pulled away quickly.
"You're not gettin' off that easy. You shouldn't have tried to force Em and Rose together," she scolded.
"It was Jasper's idea!" I cried.
"He didn't hold a gun to your head!"
"Yeah, he did one better. He used Alice's tactics on me…guilt!"
She looked over at Jasper as did Alice. He shrugged and Alice kissed him fervently. She was proud of her ass of a boyfriend.
I was really going to kill him. I just looked more and more like the perpetrator than the innocent bystander. Bella rolled her eyes at me and tugged me to where Emmett and Rosalie were speaking.
Carlisle was standing with them, engaging in whatever conversation they were having.
"Hi, Carlisle," Bella said sweetly.
"Hi, Bella. It's good to see you again."
"You too," she beamed.
Rosalie and Emmett turned to look at Jasper and I. Jasper stiffened and I gulped. The two of them together was a deadly combination.
Why hadn't I thought of Emmett's fury? Probably because I assumed he'd be insanely attracted to Rosalie and would care less about trying to set them up. I hadn't bargained on him getting upset with me.
"So, Edward…Whitlock…have anything to say for yourselves?" Rosalie asked in a phony polite voice.
"It was Jasper's fault," I blurted out.
Jasper looked at me incredulously. I bet he wanted to kick my ass right now. Hell, I wanted to kick my ass right now for letting him convince me to go along with his harebrained scheme. Freaking Southerners!
"Don't be a pussy Edward and blame it all on Jasper. You were in on it too," Emmett added.
"Yeah, but I'm smart enough to know Rosalie would flip. Actually," I turned to Rosalie. "I'm still waiting on you to flip out."
She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. It was a long minute before she answered. Bella and Alice were smiling at each other and trying to contain their giggles. Carlisle was staring in amusement at the entire debacle.
"You two think you're so damn smart! Emmett and I went out last night you morons," she condescended.
I glanced over at Emmett and he was beaming. I thought he worked yesterday
"I thought you worked yesterday!" I spoke my thoughts.
"Nope," he popped the 'p.'
"Then what the hell?" I trailed off not knowing what to say.
"Alice, me, and Bella went to lunch on Thursday afternoon. I told them what I suspected you and Whitlock were up to and they filled me in on their suspicions. We put two-and-two together and figured it out. You didn't honestly expect me to believe you were just inviting me to hang out, did you? All the guys in S.P. were gabbing about this lame ass 'Guy's Night' for days.
"Alice and Bella told me about Emmett and they set us up. I was willing this time and he was aware. Emmett and I just put that act on for you back there to keep you in the dark. We wanted to see you look like the asses you are" she explained with a flip of her hair.
I sighed and looked at the floor. We had gotten played at Jasper's own game. I
had mentioned hooking up Emmett and Rosalie together in passing to Bella during the week. I hadn't realized Jasper had mentioned it to Alice as well and Rosalie was right.
We should have known she would find out about Jasper's plans for tonight. The entire hospital staff was buzzing with the anticipation of getting the coveted peek at Jasper's cars.
Granted some of the doctors owned these cars themselves but I doubt many of them had an entire garage full of luxury vehicles. Jasper sighed and glanced up at Rosalie.
"I'm sorry Rose," his drawl was a little more prominent. I wondered if that was a technique he'd used to get his way before or to sound more appealing.
"We shouldn't have butted in. How about we all go back upstairs? I'm sure some of the guests are wondering where the hell I disappeared to."
"They're all gone," Carlisle interjected while we all started to leave.
I had forgotten he was with us for a moment.
"What?" Jasper said.
"I let them all know that once Edward and I headed downstairs to leave. Rosalie came to me with her suspicions yesterday morning. She enlisted me," he smiled while rubbing the back of his neck.
"You pretended like you didn't know!" I accused.
I threw up my arms in exasperation and pinched the bridge of my nose. Everybody was in on this. I walked out of the garage in resignation with Bella's arms wrapped around my waist. I hated being wrong.
Carlisle bid us a goodnight and left to meet Esme. We piled into the elevator and I leaned against the back of the wall. Alice and Jasper were speaking quietly and Emmett was standing next to Rosalie laughing about something.
I knew this night would end up in disaster. Nothing turned out the way it was planned, at least not unless you were in on Bella and Alice's plans.
We made it to Jasper's floor after a few minutes and we all headed to the apartment. The six of us probably resembled a modern-day Brat Pack. I sat on the couch in a slump and Bella sat on my lap.
Alice was with Jasper getting the snacks together and Emmett was sitting next to Rosalie on the loveseat. It was clear there was chemistry but they weren't all over each other yet. They had only been a date yesterday.
"Edward, what's wrong?" Bella turned to face me and held a hand to my cheek.
"I hate being wrong," I grumbled.
Bella laughed her light laugh and smiled. Her laugh was like a wind-chime. It was airy and melodic. I leaned forward and kissed her fully. She smiled against my lips and snuggled into my chest once she pulled back.
Alice came with a huge bowl of assorted chips and Jasper had beers in tow. He handed each of us one. I passed on my beer and explained that I was driving home.
I told Bella I would drive her home since she and Alice arrived in Rosalie's car. One beer was more than enough. She drank hers and I watched as her tiny Adam's apple bobbed. It was tempting at the very least.
"So, what did you and Emmett do on your date last night?" Alice asked Rosalie.
"We went go-kart racing and I schooled him," she boasted.
Emmett sucked his teeth in a clicking sound and rolled his eyes. He didn't like been shown up, especially by girls and even more so when they were as beautiful as Rosalie.
"You won one round," he protested.
"I still won."
"Yeah, but we tied last round."
"Emmett you lost. Accept it."
"Screw this!" he stood up. We all looked at him in surprise.
"You and me, Rosalie Hale, right now! That go-kart racing place is only 10 minutes from here. We'll see who wins tonight," he threatened.
She stood up and surprisingly, with her heels, was only a few inches shorter than him.
"You're on Masen! I'll wipe the floor with your ass."
"Is that a threat Ms. Hale?"
"Fuck no! It's a promise," she seethed.
Rosalie grabbed her purse and strutted to the door. She turned around and looked pointedly at Alice and Bella.
"Are you coming?"
Bella looked at Alice. Alice hopped off of Jasper's lap and dragged him off the couch. I looked at Bella and she shrugged. We stood up and followed everyone out of the apartment.
Emmett had caught up with Rosalie and was heading to the elevator. We stepped on and Jasper, Alice, Bella and I stepped back and watch the primetime fight was about to go down on this elevator trip.
"You got lucky, babe. I'd hate to break this to you but I let you win. I was trying to keep things light on the first date. You're not as much of a hard ass as you think you are. This time I won't be holding back. You sure you wanna see the likes of Emmett Masen?" he sneered down at her.
"Fuck you! You Neanderthal! Every guy says that when they lose. You lost the clutch and you can't admit it. I bet you one week without any physical contact that I'll win and when the end of that week comes you'll be begging me for one kiss let alone the chance to scream my name!" her face was inches from his and their chests were nearly touching.
"Rose," Bella admonished.
"No, Bella. This jerk needs to learn. He thinks everything just deserves to be handed to him 'cause his name is Emmett Masen."
She turned to face Emmett.
"News flash! Emmett Masen doesn't even compare to the likes of Rosalie Hale."
That shut Emmett up for the rest of the elevator ride. I watched in morbid interest. The whole exchange was entirely juvenile but for some reason I enjoyed myself. I wasn't Old Edward anymore.
Maybe this was how it went when you had a younger girlfriend. I wasn't sure why but I enjoyed it. After my break-up with Mady I removed myself from the college scene. This was a part of my youth I had thrown away out of depression and an unhealthy obsession with school.
We all drove in separate cars to the go-kart track. Alice rode in Jasper's C63 AMG with him and Bella joined me in the Volvo.
I was pissed we weren't alone but Emmett refused to ride with Rosalie in her BMW and surely wouldn't ride with Jasper. Their relationship was getting warmer but Emmett wasn't exactly ready for that step yet.
"This is such bullshit. I don't know why she's doing this. She's got another thing comin' if she thinks I'm gonna take it easy on her and not bask in all my glory when I win. I wouldn't even bat an eyelash if she cried afterward too," he grumbled from the backseat.
I looked over at Bella and she was laughing silently. I smiled and grabbed her hand. We held it over the console between our seats. I absentmindedly rubbed my thumb against her knuckles.
I saw Rosalie's red BMW turn sharply into a garage and I followed. I glanced in my rearview mirror and Jasper hand his signal light on. We parked in the same general area and got to the track. It was an indoor go-kart racing track.
There were tons of people around our age and older scattered across the place. It was easy to tell which couples were on dates and which people were in groups.
Bella, Jasper, Alice and I sat in the bleachers near the finish line. We were supposed to be the official judges.
Emmett and Rosalie got suited up and into their go-karts. I chuckled when I realized the hilarity and immaturity of the situation.
Bella held onto my hand and leaned her head against my shoulder. Alice was bouncing in her seat in anticipation. Jasper was laughing at her excitement.
A horn sounded as the warning for the start. The horn blared again they took off.
Emmett zoomed out of his spot and Rosalie was close on his rear. When the first turn came Rosalie caught up to Emmett, cruised for a moment, and then shot past him. I saw his mouth open and I figured he was airing a string of profanities.
The same sort of dance happened the other four laps.Emmett would get ahead and then Rosalie would shatter his lead until he gained the advantage once more. It was an odd sort of ping-pong-like go-kart race.
As the end of their final lap came it was ever so dramatically a nose-to-nose match. Rosalie gripped her clutch and pressed on the gas a little harder as Emmett struggled to break past his internal speed limit. The finish line was only a foot away.
As the cars crossed, it ended up being Rosalie who crossed first. The four of us looked at each other and then paused before we all blurted out Rosalie. Emmett was going to be pissed.
Emmett and Rosalie met us at the concession area. She was grinning. The record board deemed her not only the winner against Emmett but the overall race winner. There had been other people in Rosalie and Emmett's little competition.
When she made it over to us we all stood quiet. Jasper rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and pointed at Rosalie. She jumped up and shouted…
"YES! Eat that Masen!"
Emmett glared at us and crossed his arms over his chest. The proof was undeniable this time. We had all seen it and came to unanimous decision that Rosalie was indeed the winner.
Rosalie hugged Bella and Alice. Alice squealed and Bella giggled. It was cute to see her with her friends.
Emmett walked over to me and shot me a look that said don't-you-dare-say-a-word.
"So, Masen" Rosalie prompted.
"Bite me Hale," he cut her off.
"You forgot? You can't have any physical contact with me either," she said in a laugh.
"Fuck me," Emmett muttered underneath his breath.
I shook my head at him and pulled Bella back to me. I wanted to be with her now.
"Bella and I are going take off."
"But we were going to have a race with all of us," Alice said with a pout.
"You know racing's not really my thing Alice," Bella replied.
She sighed and Jasper leaned down and whispered something in her ear. I thanked God for Jasper. As much as I loved Alice when she wanted Bella to do something it could be a cock block for my plans at times.
We said goodbye and left quickly. Emmett needed a ride back to our apartment but I didn't care at the moment. I just wanted alone time for Bella and I.
My speed was a little faster than she liked but I wanted her back at my apartment already. We made it upstairs and into my bedroom quickly.
Bella had taken it upon herself to trail kisses down my neck as me made the entire voyage. When we got to my room I unhooked her legs from around my back and threw her onto my bed.
I climbed on top of her and crushed my mouth to hers. She was kissing me back just as urgently and fiercely. The lust monitor was on high.
I ran my hand up her soft, bare thigh and slipped a hand under her shorts to cup her ass. She was either going commando or was wearing the tiniest pair of underwear imaginable. Either way my mind was in overdrive. The skin of her perfect ass was spectacular.
Her hands were tugging at my hair while her tongue slid back and forth across mine. That girl had an amazing tongue.
She pulled at the hem of my t-shirt. I moved slightly so she could raise it off of my head and kissed her again. Her soft fingertips were running up my stomach from the waistline of my pants to my pecs. I groaned slightly and trembled at her touch.
She was still wearing too many clothes for what I had in mind so I brought my hand tentatively to her shorts. My fingers brushed across her waist and she whimpered. That did nothing for my self-control and growing erection, which was pressed into her thigh.
I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down. I moved my lips to her neck and nipped at the skin. I pulled back from her and her eyes were slightly glazed over.
I sat up on my heels and locked eyes with her while I dragged her shorts down. Once they were off I stole a peek at what the verdict was below her blouse and discovered she was wearing a thong.
Damn, commando would have been even hotter! When I looked back at her, she blushing and trying to squeeze her legs together. She was embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed Bella, you're beautiful," I nudged her legs apart.
She relented and spread them wider for me. I slid a finger between the tiny straps of her thong that sat temptingly on her hips and pulled them downward. I kept eye contact with her and took the thin fabric off.
With my eyes still transfixed on her I cupped her already slick core. Her eyes snapped shut and she arched off of the bed. I used my other hand to press her hips down and ran my hand back and forth across her warm center.
My eyes wanted to roll into the back of my head at how amazing it was that she was wet for me. I smiled at the pride in that reaction. Bella moaned while I created the friction.
I placed my thumb on her clit as I plunged my forefinger and middle finger into her. She screamed at the contact and I began pumping. Her hands were gripping the bed sheets while she writhed beneath me.
She wiggled her hips and moved in time with my pumping. I went faster and faster until I could feel her walls start to tighten around me.
"Oh, Edward," she screamed while she came.
God, she's a sexy screamer! I leaned down and kissed her fully. That's all I ever needed from her. Hearing her scream my name and come for me was the biggest ego boost I could get.
I was still kissing her when she grabbed the wrist on the hand I had fingered her with pulled back. She took my fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. I stared at her unashamedly and when she was done an evil smirk came across her face.
I kissed her again and groaned when I could still taste her juices on her lips. I pulled back breathless and lay on my back.
"Jasper should have Guy's Night more often. It seems to make you really estrogen-deprived," she sighed.
I chuckled at her silliness and pulled her into my chest. She placed a kiss on my chest before reached down and pulling her top off.
"I don't want to sleep with it on. It's uncomfortable," she explained when I quirked an eyebrow at her.
I shook my head and snuggled her into my side once again. I rubbed my hand up and down her arm and kissed her hair. It was great to fall asleep with the woman of your dreams.
(Fans self) Damn, that Edward and his piano-playing fingers!
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"Emmett Masen, are you kidding me? Your bed sheets have the fucking Twister polka dots on them!"
"Aw, c'mon. What about right hand green? It keeps the bedroom more interesting," he laughed.
