Chapter 29
A/N: Okay. The moment all, well, most of you have been waiting for is coming. BUT, I am only 14 years old, so I am certainly NOT going to get that descriptive. Even though I like to read that kind of stuff, I can't write it. Sorry, but I did the best I could.
Emmett's POV
"We need a room." I told the young woman at the counter of the hotel.
She looked at me strange. I was now holding hands with Rose. I had dragged her out here from the car, and she needed some sort of comfort, so I took her hand. She instantly seemed better when I took it, and believe me, I didn't mind taking it.
"Will this be an overnight stay?" The lady eyed Rose.
"Probably." I replied. Just give us a room already.
"Room 713."
I grabbed the key she slid onto the counter, slammed down some money, and dragged Rose behind me; our hands still intertwined as bolted up to the room.
I didn't even bother with the car. I would get it in the morning. Right now I needed something that would take my mind off my troubles, and onto my pleasures.
I quickly unlocked the door, and we stared around the hotel room.
There was a queen sized bed, a T.V., and a bathroom. All I did was pull onto the interstate and go to the first hotel I saw, so I didn't really expect it to be nice.
I laid Rose down on the bed, and her purse, which had been in her other hand this whole time, fell to the floor.
"Should we?" She murmured, but I silenced her by putting my cold, hard, beer stained lips onto hers.
Her question didn't matter anymore; we were both drunk as hell, and were acting on impulse and pleasure.
We continued kissing deeply, but she still tried. "I-"
That was the last thing she got out of her mouth for a while. Or should I say, the last word.
Pretty soon, her shirt, my shirt, her pants, and my pants were lying on the floor in a heap.
"I don't think we should," She said, panting heavily.
"Too far now," I replied, making a trail of kisses from her cheek to her collarbone.
"What about-" She started, but I stopped her by shoving my tongue into her mouth, and then, when I came up, finished her thoughts.
"They'll be fine."
Honestly, me thinking Bella and Edward would be 'fine' was the last thing I was thinking. In fact, I thought they would probably divorce us. But it was just too much, laying on-top of this beautiful, almost naked woman, to stop now.
A couple minutes later, and we were both stripped.
"I like your outfit," I teased, nibbling at her ear.
She gave a faint giggle, and licked my ear since it was right in her face, and I was nibbling at hers anyway.
"Should we?" This time, it was me who asked the question.
"We should." She huffed. It seemed that our feelings had traded places, and now I was the one doubting, and she was the one being reckless and having fun.
Pretty soon we were both having fun, in many different ways. I traced circles around her belly button with my tongue, and she bit at my hair. I massaged her toes, and she scratched at my back fiercely.
After a while of playful antics, I decided to take the next step.
"Ready?" I asked, positioning myself on-top of her.
"Ready." She breathed.
A/N:
I am enormously happy with the number of reviews I have, but I have 106 people on alert, which means they are reading this. So shouldn't I get 106 reviews for a chapter??
The most reviews I have for a chapter is 19. 19 reviews, but 106 people on alert?
What happened to the other 87 people??
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