CHAPTER 37-EMMETT

I have to rub my eyes to make sure I'm not dreaming. My dick just got diamond hard in barely the span of a breath. The speed that my erection came on is borderline painful.

The reason I'm about to jizz in my pants? The three gorgeous women who are coming my way. They shimmer in their gowns. Blue, black, and green silks and satins wrap themselves around their supple forms. While my mother and Bella are beautiful, my eyes are instantly drawn to Rosalie. She is breathtaking. Dad's head snaps to the direction that I'm staring, or more accurately, drooling. His hand quickly moves under the table, as does mine. I know my raging hard on could lift this fucking table. I gotta make some adjustments so I don't embarrass myself.

Ugh, no references to fucking or tables. I've been going through a dry spell...

Ma, Bella, and my Rosie have every head in the place on swivel as they float back to the table with Edward's sour looking self trailing behind them like Bosley or something. The ladies have their arms hooked together with my mother between them. The three of them are glowing and their smiles are radiant.

But it is Rosalie who I truly see.

There's something different about her, is that possible? What could have changed in the ten minutes that she's been in the bathroom?

Rosalie moves behind me toward her seat. I stand to pull out her chair. She surprises me by sliding her strong, nimble fingers over my hand, causing me to involuntarily shiver. Her eyes sparkle as she assesses my reaction. Her dark pink lips curve up into a sexy smirk as she moves her hand up my arm, across my shoulder, and to my collar. Her hand curls around my tie and she tugs it hard, yanking me down to her eye level.

My eyes are wide with wonder and a tiny bit of fear. I would be lying if I said Rosie isn't just a wee bit intimidating, but in a totally hot, dominatrix type of way. I lick my lips, eagerly anticipating whatever she will do next.

She tugs on my tie once more and steps closer. The heat radiating from her body has my head spinning. I blink, praying that the image in front of me doesn't change. I blink again. She's still here. Her breath is warm and alluring, drawing me in. Before I know it we're sharing breaths, our tongues caressing, our lips pressing and puckering. The lightheadedness returns with a vengeance, spiraling me into delirium as Rosalie kisses me senseless.

Gruff throat clearing draws us out of our lust-induced haze. Rosalie's eyes dance as she swipes her thumb across her bottom lip. I sway where I stand barely registering the other people in the room.

God she's sexy.

"Uh, Rosalie, you want us to drop you off anywhere, hon?" Pop asks, ushering our party out the restaurant doors. "Emmett would be happy to make sure you got home safely, right son?" He might as well have said "Hint-hint, wink-wink," the way the old fool is tipping his head and waggling his eyebrows in my direction. I know what he's doing, and I'll be sure to thank him when Rose and I come up for air in a few days.

Rosalie smiles sweetly at my father; she knows what his pervy ass is plotting. "That's really sweet of you Dr. Cullen, but my apartment is like three blocks from here. I'm on Rush and Chicago. It is such a gorgeous night." She grips my forearm tightly and her eyes bore into mine, telling me so much more with her piercing gaze than words ever could. "I have imbibed a bit too much in food and drink. I could use the walk...to clear my head." She presses her entire body against mine, awakening my every nerve ending. "Carry my bag, Emmett."

There is no question what Rosalie wants. Before the signal could reach my feet, I am already at the trunk of the car tapping on it, imploring the driver to press the button. It seems like ages before he understands what I want, but finally he catches on.

Tossing Rosalie's duffle onto my shoulder, I offer her my hand. "Good night everyone. Thank you so much for a lovely evening," Rosalie graciously offers as we amble north on Rush Street.

"Don't do anything that I wouldn't do, son," Pop calls out after us. Rolling my eyes at my father's ridiculous innuendo, I shake my head and pull Rosalie closer to me, wrapping my arm around her waist.

"Is he always like that?" Rose asks with a hint of worry.

"Yeah, unfortunately..."

"Why unfortunately? I think it's cute. He definitely still has a hard on for your mom, and she doesn't seem to be complaining."

I stop our movement and face her, throwing my hands up. "Okay, just stop...please don't speak of my father and his..." I swallow my bile, "...hard on ever again. Carlisle and Esme Cullen's sex life is entirely too public as it is. Just no, Rosie. Please. You have no idea what Ed and I have been through."

Rosalie pouts, like she's disappointed or something. "I didn't mean to hit a sore spot." Rosie shrugs and bites her lip. "Your dad is handsome, funny, generous, and exceptionally well preserved. I was just wondering how far the apple fell, that's all. It was a compliment, Em." She shoves me and keeps heading up the street. "I'm not interested in your dad...gross!"

If anyone around this fandom knows me at all, they know I am Team Emmett all the way. It's probably because my husband is so much like the character in the books, movies, and so many fanfictions (when he's the buff, sagely, comic relief). I just wish my husband had Kellan's dimples, then he'd be perfect.

Anyway...Carlisle and Esme have kind of turned Emmett's stomach, but nausea has not completely deterred him in his pursuit of Rosalie.

Edward's up next.