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?

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