A/N This might be a hard limit for some of you. I just want to remind you that this is a Bella and Edward story, BUT sometimes the path we take is not always cleared and without obstruction. Soooo, if that is too much for you, then I'm sorry for that. I am not sorry that I chose to go in this direction. Be kind to me because I am a new writer, this is my first fic, and I have new written any lemons. I am an avid reader of them, but I am not confident of my writing skills so be gentle if you review please. As always, I LOVE your reaction, ideas, and even if you want to share what you would like to see. Thanks so much.

The last time we were with Bella...

I take in gulps of air hoping they will calm me down. With my palms on my knees and breathe steadily. I focus on each breath as if it is the only thing I am able to do. It isn't until I feel the warm, familiar hand on my back that I am back into the moment.

I turn to see Garrett. He looks disheveled with his shirt pulled out from his pants and a few of the buttons undone. His hair is a mess and his face that is normally relaxed is full of tension.

"Baby, you ok?" he asks. I notice the term of endearment, but don't have it in me to correct him. I actually want drown in his affection so I do the first thing that comes naturally. I let him pull me into his arms and for the first time in a very long time I don't feel alone.

I open my eyes to find the morning sun shining through the windows. Before I move a tired muscle or even take a needed breath I sense something is different around me. I remember the night before, the conversation that Garrett and I had on the way home.

He told me about the fight with Edward and I told him about what Ashley said. He held me as I cried. I kissed him. He kissed me back. I let my hands wander to places that should have been off-limits, but he encouraged it. He made me feel so good that I wasn't sure if it was real and when I came down he did it again and again. I gave myself to him, allowed him inside me, to take me, whatever was left. He whispered love with each languid thrust. I told him to shut up and fuck me.

The smell of coffee creeping through the small house and heavy footsteps somewhere outside of my bedroom confirm that I was not alone. I got up and pulled on my robe, the comfort of the cotton around me and the tightness of the belt seemed fitting after last night. Each step I took brought forth an ache between my legs that made me wet and squeeze my thighs together, but also it was the sharp reminder of hard fuck.

Garrett did not respond very well when I told him to shut up. After the first shock he did as I asked, he fucked me hard and in every way imaginable. He emptied himself on my stomach then went into the kitchen, retrieved two bottles of water, made sure I finished mine, and he fucked me again. I never knew sex could be like that, so raw and feral. The image of his body dripping with sweat or his face as he aimed his cock to come on my tits would never leave my mind.

In the early hours of the morning I woke to Garrett's arms wrapped around my body, his chest pressed against my back. His arousal was clear as I tried to move. Whispers from his swollen lips into my ears as he playfully nipped at my lobes, be still, be very still. Grabbing the back of my knee while pulling my leg over his hip he slid himself inside me. This time he held me tight until I literally gushed over him as he rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts. Once he emptied inside me I quickly got up to use the bathroom. When I returned to bed he was already asleep so I curled up next to him and fell asleep for a few more hours.

I found Garrett in the living room sipping a cup of coffee in his dress pants. My attention drawn to his beautifully sculptured chest I remember running my fingers over just hours ago. He had picked up our clothing that had been left on the floor from the night before and folded them neatly in piles on the couch. He was curiously eyeing the furniture rearrangement. As I walked toward him he smiles and offers me his cup of coffee.

"Good Morning," I mumbled as I reached for the cup.

"Good Morning, I was just admiring your remodel. I really like what you have done with the place."

Taking a sip from the cup and savor the taste of the coffee then take another before handing the cup back to him.

"Architecture Digest is coming next week for a photo shoot. I am aiming for the front cover," I said as I walked over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup. Splash of cream and straight to my lips I moan at the taste of hot coffee in the morning.

Garrett hears me and smirks. I notice the rise in his pants and chuckle at his typical male response.

"Be careful silly girl, don't wake the beast," He warns as he strides over to my side taking my coffee cup from my hand and placing it on the counter next to his.

"There is a reason why I was not next to you when you woke."

I closed the gap between us not wanting to deny myself anything anymore. My body responded to his, my arms wrapped around his body. I waited for him to tell me more.

His nose traveled along my jaw up to my ear as he whispers.

"If I had to continue to lay there and watch you as you slept, listened to you as you whimpered in your sleep any longer I could not be responsible for my actions."

"I am awake now," I said as I licked his lips. The taste of coffee still present. Bold, rich, and making me feel so excited.

His large hands covered my ass as he hoisted me up with my legs around his waist.

"That is why I am taking you back to bed," he said as he carried into my room and tossed me on my bed.

"Not responsible anymore?" I asked as I bounced on the bed. The sheets were still a mess and the smell of sex lingered in the air. Making the moment even more enticing.

"Not responsible." He growled as he buries his face into my neck. His body moves against mine, far too slow for my liking. I can feel him attaching himself to me and I know that in this exact moment that I have made a huge mistake.