Kiss the Bride

Chapter 3

EmPOV

My afternoon was long and not filled with much productivity. By the time five o'clock rolled around I had change my mind over twenty times. At quarter past five, Edward stopped by my office and offered me a last chance to join him, to which I declined yet again. So off he went to his date with Bella and Rosalie.

By seven, I was in a cab and heading across town to the restaurant, thinking that I just wanted to catch a glimpse of her, to see if my memory did her any justice. Fifteen minutes later I had decided that my memory was completely useless and that it didn't hold a candle to what I saw through the window. When it was almost seven thirty, I found myself standing in front of their table, pulling out a chair and smiling despite my misgivings.

"Sorry that I'm late, I got held up at work. Thanks for holding down the fort, Ed." I winked at him, hoping he'd play along.

"No problem, it's no hardship to be seen with two such lovely ladies." Smooth brother, real smooth.

"Bella, Rosalie. Nice to see you both again." Nice, amazing, fantastic, gut wrenching, wrong. So wrong.

"You too Emmett. I didn't get much of a chance to talk to you the other night, I thought it might be nice to all catch up," Bella said, trying to ease a little of the tension that had arisen at the table. Rosalie was trying very hard to catch Bella's eye, no doubt to convey that she wasn't ok with this.

"Yeah, I was kind of on the clock. So I hear you have been bringing Edward out of his shell a little. I haven't seen him smile like this since he was a little kid." I knew it would embarrass him, but I was not expecting her cheeks to flame. Like two peas in a pod.

"Thanks, I think," she replied, going even redder if that were at all possible. Oh, the fun I could have with her.

Conversation started around the table and I took the opportunity to really look at Rosalie. This was a big mistake; I was going to hurt bad after tonight.

"So. Rosalie. First off, sorry about the other night, I got a little carried away." I looked sheepishly at her, hoping that she wasn't angry about it.

"I think we both did. Does that always happen to you on the job? Getting carried away I mean?" I thought of all of the men that I work with and gave a little snort.

"Not bloody likely. Never happened before." I guess she was still under the impression that I was a stripper and I was not about to enlighten her anytime soon.

"Huh. Well I guess that's good to know." She smiled at me, I smiled back and that was just the beginning.

The night passed quickly, too goddamn quickly and before I knew it Bella was inviting us back to their place for coffee. Edward had already accepted before I could even formulate an excuse and I am not sure that I really wanted an excuse anyway.

"So you guys live together?" I asked them, looking solely at Rosalie.

She shook her head. "No, we live in the same apartment building, I actually live next door to Bella. She only moved in a few months ago and we have been pretty much inseparable ever since. In fact, I asked her to be a bridesmaid after knowing her for only two weeks." As soon as she said it, she shot me a worried glance. I really didn't need any reminder of her impending nuptials but it hurt just the same.

"I see." It was all I could think of to say. My brain was still stuck on the word bridesmaid.

The trip back was uneventful but that soon changed when we got back to the apartment block.

"Thanks for a great night Rose, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" Bella was saying goodnight to Rosalie. What the fuck was I going to do? Go in for coffee with the lovebirds, not likely but what were my options. Rosalie's? Probably a terrible, fucked up idea, but appealing, none the less.

Before I had a chance to blink, Edward was pushing closed Bella's door before giving me a look that said 'go for it'. He was dead meat in the morning so I hope he enjoys himself tonight and then he can go with a smile on his face.

Rosalie and I stood there, for what seemed like hours but in reality was probably only seconds.

"So, did you still want that coffee?" She seemed unsure but I decided that one coffee couldn't hurt right? I didn't want to appear to be rude, so I would have my coffee and then call a cab home. Perfect.

"Thanks, I would love a coffee." I followed her inside.

I sat down on her couch while she went to make the drinks. When they were done, she joined me on the couch and handed the mug to me, which I set down on the table.

"Rosalie, let's talk about the elephant in the room." I wasn't quite ready to go there myself, but I figured I was five days away of not having any choice in the matter.

"Emmett, I truly don't know what's going on. Royce has been my life for two years now and has treated me with nothing but respect. I had just come from an abusive relationship, which I will not go into now, but he has healed me. There is more than meets the eye." She looked at me sadly, the pain evident in her eyes and I wanted to kill the fucker that dared to lay a single finger on her.

"Do you love him?" A simple but important question.

"I do. Am I in love with him? I'm not so sure anymore." She looked up through her lashes, and her hands were holding onto her cup so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.

"I don't know why I'm even telling you all of this. I barely even know you." It was said so quietly that I would have missed it if I wasn't sitting so close. Shit, how did I get so close?

"Do you feel it too?" I asked, hoping that she knew what I was talking about. I didn't have to wait long until she nodded her head, looking anywhere but at me.

"So what now?" I hoped she had some answers because I had no fucking idea.

"This," was all she said. She moved even closer and leaned in slowly to kiss me. Softly. Heaven.

We broke apart quickly, searching each other's face for answers. The only one I could find was don't stop.

Leaning in again, I captured her mouth and was rewarded with a small tentative lick on my bottom lip. That was it, I was done. And apparently, so was she.

Straddling my lap, she ran her fingers through my hair and moaned into my mouth. There was no question of turning back now; I had to see this through. She was truly going to be the death of me.

I in turn threaded my fingers through her hair, pulling her even closer to my face and savouring every little taste of her mouth.

Her hands wandered over my back and around to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt as she moved her way down and then sliding it off my shoulders. She began to lick and kiss down my chest, but I stopped her when she got to my jeans.

"I think we need to even the score, Ms Hale," I said, indicating my lack of clothing and her fully clothed body. Without hesitation, she tore her top off and sat astride me in a red bra that left little to the imagination.

I groaned, my pants feeling as though they were painted on and my hard on was pressed painfully up against the zipper. In one move I had her out of that bra and I was staring at the most beautiful breasts I'd come across.

"Fuck," I moaned loudly before capturing one with my mouth and the other in my palm. Her little gasps were fuelling the fire and if I didn't get out of my pants I was going to explode then and there.

Thankfully her hands went to my jeans again, she undid the buttons slowly, one by one and then, god bless her, her hand shot straight into my boxers and grabbed my dick. She stroked me softly and slowly, before moving her hand faster and with more determination. Unless she wanted this to be over in no time, I had to stop it right now.

Rolling her onto her back, I began kissing and licking her neck, moving my way down her body and taking my time with every little square inch of her. There was not one part that I didn't ravish and if her moans were anything to go by, I was doing a fucking awesome job.

Licking above the waistband of her jeans, she started to buck her hips, trying to get any sort of friction that she could. Ever so slowly, I undid them and slid them down those glorious legs. Starting at her toes, I nipped, licked and sucked my way up to nirvana. Dragging my nose along her centre, I was rewarded with an 'oh fuck yes' and her pushing herself into me. I was not going to rush this so I held her hips to the bed so that I could take my time, to make her forget her own name.

I peeled her panties off slowly and situated myself in between her legs, inhaling deep and licking my lips. She was watching me the entire time, murmuring 'oh god' on a loop.

"Baby, I can see you're ready for me but I want to play first. Can I?" Her eyes were wide, her breathing fast and her head was nodding so quickly I'm surprised that she didn't black out.

Getting the go ahead, I returned my mouth to her heat, softly placing a soft kiss on her clit. Rosalie grabbed my hair and pulled hard, before pushing me further into her. I nuzzled her, moaning all the time and sending vibrations throughout her entire body. By the time I bought my tongue into action, she was already arching her back off the bed and basically incoherent. One suck to her bud and she was cumming hard, screaming my name and thrashing on the couch.

I stayed put, placing kisses all over until she finally came down and made my way up her delectable body. I needed to be inside her like I never needed anything before in my life.

"Do you want me to stop?" Please say no.

"Never," was her reply and she promptly pushed me on my back and straddled me again, a sight of pure perfection.

I leaned over the couch to grab a condom from my pocket and pulled it out to show her. Taking it off me, she tore the packet with her teeth and place the condom in her mouth. What?

Leaning down over my throbbing cock, she proceeded to put the rubber on me with her mouth and roll it down, stopping every so often to suck the head. Not a moment too soon she was done then she moved up my body and in one quick movement I was thrust inside.

"Mother fucker," I hissed, the sensations overwhelming.

She waited a moment, adjusting to my size before starting to move slowly up and down. This would not take long. Gaining in speed, I started thrusting upwards, trying to get in as far as I could and hit the spot that would have her climaxing again.

The view of her breasts bouncing up and down and of where our bodies where joined had me about to lose control. I wanted her to go before me so I reached out to gently rub her clit, and was instantly rewarded with a scream and her milking me.

That was it, with one final thrust I was cumming, and cumming hard, riding out my orgasm while moaning her name, over and over. I had never experienced anything remotely close to that in the past and I knew that I could never just give her up. Get her out of my system. Yeah right. She was now in my fucking blood, in my veins and in every pore of my body. This was my girl, my life and I was going to fight tooth and nail to have her.

Hopping off my body, Rosalie curled into my side and started to run her finger up and down my chest.

"Wow," she sighed. Wow indeed.

"Yeah, big fucking wow." I don't know about her, but I needed a smoke and I hadn't had a cigarette in years.

Standing up and heading in the direction I assumed the bathroom was in, I found it and quickly cleaned myself up. I wanted to waste no second of my time with her. Who knew how limited it would be.

"What happens now?" It sure as hell wasn't the best time to bring it up, but I don't think there would ever be a good time.

"I'm supposed to get married in five days," she said, regret evident in her voice.

"How could I forget?" It had been all I could think about the last couple of days.

"Rosalie, I need to tell you something, and I need you to hear me out before you interrupt." I had to tell her that I was not a stripper, that I was indeed the heir to a large shipping corporation and judge her reaction from there. I desperately wanted to believe that she didn't want me for my money.

"Emmett, if you're going to say that you are Emmett Cullen, of the Cullen family, then save your breath. I know that you aren't a stripper, I knew the moment I first saw you at the party actually." What? Then why did she say all that stuff about me being a stripper to Bella?

"Rosalie, I overheard you and Bella talking in the kitchen. I heard you say that you couldn't be interested in me because I was only a stripper and didn't make that much money. Edward and I were right there." I was confused, none of this made any sense.

"I only said that to Bella so that she would drop it. She kept quizzing me about Royce and my feelings for you. It was all too much at the time so I said it to stop her." She paused a moment before continuing.

"Besides, I knew that you were there and could hear me. I knew, even in the state that I was in that what I had done was wrong and that I should nip it in the bud right there. It was all I could think of at the time. But here we are. As you can see, I couldn't stay away, no matter how hard I tried." She shrugged her shoulders but I could see that it was affecting her more than she let on.

"Well, that changes things. I thought you were only interested in money and status, Christ, I thought that was why you were marrying Royce. You know that he is one seriously fucked up dude, don't you." She had to know, not that I wanted to be the one to tell her but hell, someone had to.

"I know he has shortcomings, but he has done so much for me, for my confidence that I couldn't say no when he asked me to marry him. Now I don't know which way is up and what day it is. How did it all get so fucked up?" she asked, but I couldn't answer.

"Rosalie," she put her hand up to stop me.

"You can call me Rose, Emmett. I think you've earned that by now," she smirked.

"Ok, Rose. All I know is that I have never felt this way about anyone. I've known you for all of two minutes and I already want to wake up to you every morning, to make love to you every night. Is that something that you could do?" It all rested on that one question. Yes or no. Happiness or end of the world.

"Emmett, I could," she started although I sensed a but.

"But, how could I do that to him. Not even a week before the wedding, it would be wrong on so many levels. I just don't know."

There were three things that I now knew for sure about Rosalie Hale.

One – She wasn't in love with Royce King and probably never completely would be.

Two – She was attracted to me, on more than one level and would pursue it if she could.

And three – I was positively and abso-fucking-lutely in love with her.

I knew where I was at, now all I had to do was wait for her to decide. Would she come willingly, or did I have five days to stop a wedding? We would soon find out.