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So this fic is drawing to a close. I am so honored that you all have come along for the ride. I will post two more chapters to this fic, but I would like to know who all would be interested in a full-length Bella/Emmett/Edward story. Yes, another MFM is brewing. Would you all be interested? Also, curious to see who all would like to see a full-length Emmett/Bella story. While I love Edward and Bella, I would love to shake things up a little. Let me know what you all think.
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Bella-
I was still trying to catch my breath as I followed Emmett off the elevator. I live my life on the edge, and the thrill of each audacious act I perform only spurred me on to take bigger risks. Why? Because the adrenaline was a natural high. Over the years the stunts were more reckless—sometimes teetering on dangerous even. Despite my determination to live my life for my own joy, I'd never been as challenged by anyone or anything, as I was by my new husband.
My body was still shivering. I could still feel his arms flexing around my waist as he held me in his arms, his hips moving between my legs. Just the fact that he'd fucked me in a parking garage where anyone could see should've disgusted me, yet it had the opposite effect. Even now, wicked lust curled my toes, and I couldn't wait to see where this marriage was going to take us.
While Emmett had been the last person I'd ever wanted to marry, he surprised me. Never had I guessed the huge brute had as much passion as he'd displayed since reciting those vows. After going nose to nose with him at Blu Gems, his whole attitude had changed.
Not once, but twice Emmett had possessed my body as if it were made for him. The way every cell responded to his touch had me wondering if it hadn't been. Even now, his forefinger was looped in my pocket as he led the way to the front door, and as if it were the most natural thing in the world I leaned my weight into his chest.
Something was comforting and sexy about being owned by this man. The kiss he pressed to my temple as we stepped into his condo sent gratification zinging down my spine.
"Welcome home, baby," Emmett breathed next to my ear. "Explore. I have a cook coming to make dinner. If you want a shower and to change your bags are in my room. It's the third door down the hallway."
Strangely as Emmett's arm slipped from my waist, I felt the loss of his presence far more than I would've ever anticipated. A weird sensation grew beneath my breast and flourished until it overtook my very essence.
This new phenomenon left me curious. How had my feelings for this man morphed into something so important in just a few short hours? Casting a glance over my shoulder, I watched as he retrieved his phone from his pocket and dial.
I didn't wait to see who he was talking to. Instead, I took advantage of his distraction to explore my new home. From room to room I wandered, my gaze roaming over expensive furniture and glowing wood floors with massive area rugs breaking up the sequence of mahogany. Finally, I came to the door Emmett had indicated would be ours.
An unexpected wave of nerves claimed me as I turned the knob and the door slid open. A California king sat in the middle of one of the largest bedrooms I'd ever seen. Plush white carpet covered the floor and I could imagine the softness sliding between my toes. It honestly made me want to pull my boots off to see if it was truly as soft as it looked. Instead of doing so, I took in the furniture dotting the room. A massive white oak hutch sat in front of the bed while matching nightstands sat on either side.
Considering Emmett had been a bachelor up to the point of their unexpected marriage hours earlier, he seemed to be a tidy guy, which was a plus. I hated nothing worse than a messy person, and thankfully, my husband didn't appear to be one. After admiring Emmett's cleanliness, my roaming gaze landed on the full-length windows spanning the far wall.
The view that greeted her was utterly breathtaking, and I didn't even realize I was moving until I stood in front of the crystal clear glass overlooking the city. We were so high, I could see Lake Michigan just beyond the towering buildings. Purples and pinks lined the sky as twilight enveloped the city, casting the famous lake in an eerie black shadow. If I wandered the earth for the rest of my life, I'd never find a more breathtaking sight than Chicago, and from this vantage point, I could see it all.
If I looked hard enough I could probably find my old home, the one I'd shared with my father. I really could care less, however. That condo was no longer my home-my place now belonged at my husband's side. With this thought in mind, I tossed a look over my shoulder in the direction of my bags resting next to the hutch.
I don't know how I'd missed them when I first entered the room. I was completely absorbed in the fact that my life had changed so drastically. Suddenly, I was very eager to shower and find Emmett-start this new life, embrace my new circumstances. I couldn't pinpoint what brought on this newfound excitement, but I didn't feel like questioning it either. For once in my life, I just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy whatever the hell this was.
Hurrying to my bags, I sorted through the contents, locating a pair of booty shorts and a skin-tight tank. Emmett had been very adamant about me throwing away my panties, and so I didn't even bother to pick out a pair. Just the memory of his gruff voice in my ear as he demanded I throw them out had a smile twinging my lips as I made my way to the adjoining bathroom.
I had just set the shower on the hottest water I could stand, and disrobed when I heard Emmett enter the bedroom. I almost resisted the tease of the steamy water filling the bathroom to go find my new husband, yet I didn't. With a fleeting glance toward the bedroom, I pulled the shower door open, watching the condensation cover the glass, cocooning me in a world of warm mist. I soaped up my hair and rinsed the shampoo from my hair before I allowed myself another peek toward the bedroom.
The peach color of bare skin was the sight that greeted me. My husband must have disrobed and decided to come join me. He was a solid wall of muscle, and I couldn't tear my eyes off of him as he pulled the door open with a predatory allure claiming his features. Every single inch of him was as hard as a rock-every single inch. Amused, I bit my lip as he stalked closer, causing me to shiver. "You want another round already?"
"Had enough already?"
The expression on his face indicated I'd be a liar if I said I had. We could be married for the next thirty years, and I imagined I would never have enough of this man. Spotting the tribal ink licking over one shoulder, I felt my inner lioness roar. There was something about marked-up muscle that caused my thighs to clench. Biting my lip, I stared him in the eye as he pinned me to the warm tile at my back. "I don't think you'd believe me if I said I had. But lucky for me, it appears that you haven't."
His long fingers burrowed into my hair as he tipped my face back. Emmett's lips skimmed mine as he whispered, "There is a thin line between love and hate, and I think we've crossed it. Care to take the leap with me?"
Intuition told me he wasn't just referring to sex. There was a wicked light in his eyes I didn't quite recognize, but as he stared at me, he seemed to see parts of my soul I didn't even know existed. A dove was born in my chest and it soared, fluttering around as if it owned me. This freeing sensation rippled from my heart and claimed every part of my body. Even if I tried to fight it, I doubted I could save myself. I suddenly didn't want to save myself. I wanted to take the risk and dive into this marriage with my heart and soul. Why? I had no fucking idea, but my instincts told me things about Emmett I'd never thought to ask.
From the moment we'd taken those vows, he'd proved he was different. He was fearless, sexy, and commanded my attention-he didn't just ask but took. Even while he was possessive there was a sense of honor locked beneath brawn, and that alone was hotter than hell. If I told him to back off and never touch me again, I knew he'd do as I said without question.
My palms flattened against his tight pecs and slid over his muscle, my nails biting into his broad shoulders before I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wasn't a person who was scared easily but loving my husband had never been part of the bargain. Was I willing to take the chance and give Emmett that part of myself?
As I contemplated the most important question I'd ever been asked, I combed my fingers through his close-cut hair. "I think I've already sailed right over the line, husband."
His thumb floated over the line of my jaw. "Don't worry. I can see the fear in your eyes, but you don't have to be afraid. I will be right there to catch you on the other side."
I don't know why, but I believed him. As his arms closed around my waist and hoisted my weight against his, I'd never felt as safe as I did at that moment. Eagerly, I met Emmett's kiss, and as the flames burned hotter and brighter between us, I was awestruck. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nipping his lips, I broke the kiss. "You are seriously the fiercest, sexiest husband to walk the earth. I am most fortunate that you happen to be mine."
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