A Night of Debauchery
You can do whatever you want, as long as I'm the one you go home with.
12.
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When Bella and Edward left the next morning, Emmett wasted no time.
He bit Jasper's shoulder hard, needing to mark him, to remind him—needing to erase Bella completely. When Jasper cried out it was a yelp of surprise, and then it softened to something primitive and desperate and utterly erotic. Jasper turned and yanked him forward with a rare demand.
Emmett ripped open Jasper's shirt, scattering buttons, and tore at his pants while Jasper fumbled blindly between them. Their mouths were still joined, open and panting.
When Emmett pressed Jasper into the sex-soaked sheets it was fast and hard. He didn't stop until Jasper arched back into him, moaning and reaching out to catch his hands where they splayed on either side of them.
When Emmett came, the world bleached white and all he could hear was his name on Jasper's lips, just before Jasper followed and his cry became wordless pleasure.
Emmett fell forward, exhausted and satisfied.
The room still smelled like Bella, but Jasper was his again.
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