Chapter 5

EPOV

"Are you guys ready for this?" I turned to Emmett and Jasper.

The three of us stood outside the building where Masen Media was housed. It was our first day going into the studio to record our album. For the last seven years, we'd worked our asses off for this moment, starting out by messing around in my parent's garage our senior year of high school. It had taken time to figure out what sound we were going for, but with a lot of trial and error, along with playing the classics from all different decades, we eventually found our groove. We were a mix of rock with a bit of jazz and blues thrown in.

Both of my parents were extremely supportive of the path I'd chosen to take in life. At the time, they might have been a little excited to get their overly loud, attention seeking son out of the house for a few hours a day. I was sure my father hoped that I'd follow in his footsteps and become a surgeon, though he must have figured out early on that I wasn't the type to fit into a mold. Thankfully, they were both happy as long as I was happy.

And then there was Bella, the woman who gave me a bigger purpose. I'd always strived to be the best, to put on a great show and to entertain our audiences. I loved being the center of attention, but she gave me a reason to want to do more, to be more.

I knew she didn't need me to take care of her or even provide for her. She was more than capable of both, since she spent most of her childhood taking care of her mother who did whatever she wanted on a whim. Bella had truly never gotten the chance to just be a child. When she was old enough, she made sure their rent and bills were paid, along with doing most of the cooking and household chores. It was when Bella turned 18 and her mother remarried that she finally decided she'd had enough.

She moved to Washington State where she'd had her best memories with her father, who had unfortunately lost his life in the line of duty. Charlie had left a good chunk of money for her, which she used to put herself through college. I met her a year after that when she snuck into a bar with a few of her friends, the same bar I was playing in.

So, no, she didn't need me to take care of her, but that didn't mean I didn't want to. She'd come into my life like a whirlwind, and I'd fallen in love with her from the moment she approached me.

I wanted her to have everything she'd ever dreamed of, such as quitting her job to stay home with our babies. I wanted to move out of our little two-bedroom house into the home of her dreams where she could have a home office to spend all day writing. Finally, I was one step closer to making it all happen. With the advance we'd gotten from the label, there wasn't much we had to worry about anymore.

"Fuck, yeah, let's hit it!" Jasper, who was typically a man of few words, shouted.

"Let's do this, Ed." Emmett slapped me on the back.

We made our way into the building, walking straight into the start of our future.

—BtMO—

"Hey! Welcome to Masen Media!" Liz greeted us. "You're right on time. But you're rock stars now, boys, you're supposed to be an hour late, at the very least," she joked.

"I'm sure we can manage to oversleep next time," Emmett replied.

She smiled at us. "Well, why don't we just jump right into everything and then we can get you guys in the booth for a while. First, I want to introduce you to your new team. I know you've been doing most of the duties of band manager, Edward, but now your concentration needs to be on making this record. To that end, I'd like you to meet your new manager, Marcus Volturi."

Marcus was a man who looked as if he'd been around the block a few times. He definitely seemed to have experience under his belt, and I was sure more than a few great stories. He stood from his seat, shaking each of our hands. "I listened to a bit of your music, and I'm looking forward to working with you to help you become a success."

As Liz continued her introductions, we learned that we now had a manager, a publicist, a producer, and each of us had our own assistant. The biggest surprise had been the addition of a new rhythm guitarist, Jake. We'd been doing fine on our own for years, and while it was odd to have a new member just thrown into the mix, we all understood the benefit to our sound. He would be given the chance to learn our songs, and I knew we'd figure out a new groove quickly.

Liz clapped her hands together. "Well, now that we've taken care of that, you boys need to get to work doing what you do best. Show us what you've got."

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, which were something I didn't experience often, and headed toward the booth.

—BtMO—

It was after two in the morning when I finally walked through the door. The house was dark, and it was obvious Bella had been asleep for hours. I hated to wake her, but I was buzzing from the day I'd had. I needed her.

I pulled off all my clothes except my boxers and climbed into the bed. She was on her back, her arm thrown across her eyes and hair splayed out across the pillow. I leaned in, kissing her lips.

"Bella," I whispered, and she stirred. "Bella," I called louder.

"Mm, Edward. What time is it?" she mumbled, rolling over and curling up against me.

"Just after two. I'm sorry to wake you up but, God, Bella, I need you to come listen to this."

"Right now?" she whined, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Please?"

"Fine." She threw the covers off, following me to the spare bedroom where we had our computer.

"Okay, so it's still rough, it's not really mixed, but they let me have a copy." I plugged the flash drive in and clicked on the file, the song we recorded that day blaring through the speakers.

I watched her face the entire time it played. The way she bit her lip, the way her eyes widened. "Well? What do you think?" I asked as it faded out.

"That's about us."

"It is."

"That's about us having sex."

"Something I'm very passionate about." I turned in the chair, pulling her down so she was straddling my lap.

"I love it, daddy," she breathed out as she ground herself against me, causing me to groan. "God, that was so hot. You sounded so good."

"I need you, Bella." My voice was rough as I let my hands travel up her thighs and under her nightshirt. I ran my fingers over the crotch of her panties, which were already damp with her arousal, pulling them to the side and searching out her clit. She gasped loudly as I rubbed slow circles against it.

With my other hand, I reached into my boxers, freeing my cock. "Ride me," I commanded, watching as she lifted her hips, lined herself up, and let me slip inside the wet heat of her pussy. "Oh, fuck, Bella. So good, baby." I slid my hands under her ass, helping to guide her motions.

"Your cock feels so good," she moaned, rolling her hips. I pressed up into her each time she came down, meeting her thrust for thrust.

I groaned loudly at the sight before me; her hands gripping my shoulders, her head thrown back, her lips parted as she panted and moaned. I needed more, so I gripped the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and off. I needed to see all of her, to watch her tits bounce as she rode me.

I slipped my hand between our bodies, circling her clit with my thumb. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as she picked up the pace. She would definitely leave a mark, and I fucking loved it. "Come on, come for me," I growled, gently pinching and rolling her clit exactly the way she liked.

"Oh, God," she gasped, stilling as a powerful orgasm overtook her body, her pussy spasming around my cock.

I thrust up a few more times before spilling deep inside her, then wrapped my arms around her body laying limply against mine as we both breathed roughly. "We're lucky we didn't break the damn chair." I laughed.

She giggled, a sound I truly loved. "I love you, Edward."

"I love you, too." I kissed the top of her head before standing up, taking her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, letting me carry her down the hall to bed.

Tomorrow, I'd wake up and do it all over again.

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The song referenced is Come To by Joshua & The Holy Rollers