Some of you are concerned that I've moved too far away from the prologue...fret not, my loves. It will come back and it will all makes sense. Sooner than you think, even. ;)

Enjoy!

xx

Dani

-95-

My sister stole my girlfriend.

Emmett's jabbering off a mile a minute about the football playoffs and how the Seahawks might not make it because some player did something that's apparently bad or...some shit like that.

Look, I'm not a sports fan.

So Emmett is talking my ear off about shit I don't care about, and Bella and Rose are babbling on like they've been best friends since kindergarten, showing each other pictures on their phones. She's not even within reach of me; she's clear over on the other side of the fire.

It's not fair. I want my girl back.

She keeps flashing me looks that are heated for more reasons than the reflection of the fire in them. It's been approximately twelve hours since I've been buried in her, and I think we're both getting a little antsy.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, confusing me because everyone that would be texting me is right here.

Keep looking at me with those pouty lips, and I won't let you put them on my pussy later.

Fucking...fuck. Thank God I have a privacy screen protector on my phone, so Emmett can't see what this girl just said to me.

Cute that you think I'm gonna give you the option, I type back, trying to discreetly adjust myself, so Emmett doesn't think he's the reason I'm getting hard.

Maybe I'd rather feel that big, hard cock of yours sliding deep inside me while I ride you.

I suck in a sharp intake of breath, hands shaking with the need to be in her.

"Dude, did you hear anything I said," Emmett groans, punching me in the arm.

"Yeah, man, I just don't understand a damn bit of it."

"Boys, while I have you here, can you help me get some stuff out of the shed?" Dad calls, breaking up what's about to be another bitch session from Emmett about how I need to loosen up and watch some sports like a 'real man.'

When I walk toward the shed, Bella stops me for a second with a hand on my thigh.

"Carlisle, he'll be right there; I just gotta ask him something real quick," she yells, that naughty smirk of hers I know so well by now.

My sister has a shit-eating grin on her face, too, but I could care less when Bella stands and presses her tight little body up against mine. Her hand slips something into my pocket, and she lifts up on the tips of her toes, her tits pressing against my chest and my hand instinctively finding her lower back to steady her.

"When you're done with your dad, head to the bathroom and find out what that is," she whispers in my ear, her breath hot and tickling my neck. "Text me when you do."

The kiss she leaves on my cheek is a million times sweeter than what I'm sure she has in mind, but I'm struck dumb, and all I can do is nod and will my dick to calm down so I can help Carlisle and Emmett.

Thirty minutes later, I've slipped off to the bathroom just as she asked. I've been dying to reach in my pocket since she left whatever it is in there, but I'm still not prepared for what I pull out.

It's the tiny, white lace thong I watched her put on under her dress this morning, the crotch wet from how turned on she's been, meaning she's sitting down there right now with nothing underneath that dress, talking to my family as if nothing is going on.

Meet me. Upstairs, turn left, the door at the end of the hallway.

When I was a teenager, I missed the chance to fuck my girlfriend in my parents' bed, and I'm about to remedy that.