Notes: And here is the much anticipated Emmett entrance ... with much thanks to Readergoof for making it look and sound all pretty!
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Edward had known Emmett for years and, along with Jasper, considered the man to be one of his best friends. There wasn't much about him that Emmett didn't know, and vice versa, including one very important fact that could play a huge factor in the situation he now found himself in.
Emmett's one blind spot was his little sister. It had been that way since he'd first met the duo a few years ago. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Bella - like scaring off a good number of men who had wanted to date her. Not that Bella knew this, but everyone in their little group did. Rose had often called him out on it, but never went so far as to tell Bella. Edward couldn't blame the man. If he were honest, there'd been several occurrences when he too had warned an overeager man off of Bella. He'd always felt guilty afterward, but managed to justify it as looking out for her well being too.
Of course, he was jealous as hell of any man who dared look twice at Bella, and was pretty sure Jasper, Alice, and Rose all knew this. Only Emmett seemed oblivious, which he'd always felt was a good thing. He really didn't want to know what Emmett would say if he'd just blurted out that he dreamed about fucking his sister, or that those dreams had become reality - probably not a good thing for their friendship.
But, now, with Emmett's pounding becoming louder, and as he padded towards the door, Edward couldn't help the apprehension that filled him. Not that he had any intention of blurting out that Bella was, at that moment, naked in his room; he was pretty sure his friend would know he had someone there from his sex hair and the delay in answering the door. Now that he and Bella were involved, he didn't want to deny it, but he wasn't sure if right here, right now, was where Emmett needed to find out. Especially, since he and Bella hadn't talked about the status of their relationship, much less whether to go public.
"Eddie…open up! I'm not going anywhere and if you don't, I might start to sing."
Edward groaned as he ran a hand through his hair. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the front door open watching Emmett's huge fist come to a halt, thankfully, before hitting him in the face. He watched as a huge grin appeared on Emmett's face.
"Took you long enough, what's up?" The words were uttered in a jovial voice as Emmett pushed his way into the entranceway before Edward could get a word out.
"You know, some people are actually sleeping at," Edward looked towards the clock, "9am on a Sunday morning." He winced as Emmett let out a loud guffaw.
"Ri-ght… Mr. I-barely-sleep-at-night-anyhow." Emmett's eyebrows rose as he finished the sentence, noting only now how his friend looked. A huge grin spread over his face. "Oh Eddie boy, did you actually get lucky last night?"
Edward winced as his friend put two and two together. He tried to keep his voice even as he shot Emmett a dire look. "If I did, you're definitely not helping my chances of a morning after by disturbing us from… our activities," he added, blushing as he remembered what those involved and with who.
Emmett's grin nearly burst off his face. "It's about time my boy!" He walked over and slapped Edward on the shoulder, missing the wince the move drew from his friend. "So, who's the lucky lady? I bet she's one of your hottie nurses isn't she?" His eyes lit up. "I always said that curvy blonde wanted to do you--"
"It's not Tanya, or any one of my nurses!" Edward knew he sounded irritated, but he couldn't help it. Despite being happy with Rose, Emmett seemed to have an unhealthy fascination with the nurses Edward worked with - believing they all lusted after him.
Emmett's disappointed expression lasted for only a moment. "Oh, well then, who is she? Come on, you know you want to tell me." He looked like an eager puppy and Edward sighed.
"She's a friend, okay. It's all rather new and I'd really like to get back to her. So if you wouldn't mind…" he trailed off as he motioned towards the door.
Emmett sighed and walked towards the door. "You're getting off this time, since you getting laid is a pretty important thing. We can do the 'bro' thing another time, but I expect details tonight, lots of details."
Edward nodded, really only caring about getting him out the door. "I'll call you later, I promise," he offered as he held the door open for him.
"You better," Emmett replied. "Don't forget we're all meeting at A&D tonight for drinks." He grinned as he turned back to Edward. "It should be a fun night, especially since I'm going to grill Bella on this 'friend' of hers that's sending her flowers."
Edward paled a bit hoping his friend didn't notice. "Really, Bella's seeing someone?" He knew he probably shouldn't open this can of worms since he knew full well who had sent those flowers.
"I don't know, she said it was a friend who enjoyed a conversation they had," he began, unaware of Edward's unease, "but you don't send a girl flowers over a conversation."
"Maybe it was a very stimulating conversation." Edward couldn't believe was continuing this, especially since he knew Emmett had no idea just how stimulating his and Bella's conversation had been.
Emmett laughed as he headed down the hall. "Stimulating enough to send flowers? My studious little sister must have hidden depths." Emmett grinned, and Edward as tried not to blanche. He wasn't about to go into just how much he liked some of those hidden depths.
"Never fear, I'll get to the bottom of the Bella situation tonight…and yours as well. Details, man, I want details!" Emmett finished, and with that, he disappeared down the hall. Edward sank against the doorframe with a sigh. Crisis averted, at least for the moment.
"So, what exact details are you going to provide my ever so curious older brother with?"
Edward grinned as he felt her arms creep around his waist, her body pressing against his back. He reached back so his hands were on her waist and pulled her tighter against him, loving the way her curves molded against him.
"I don't know, I suppose that depends on what you're going to tell him about this 'friend' who's sending you flowers after a simple conversation."
Bella grinned against his back as she tugged him inside the doorframe, smiling as he kicked the door shut, his hands never leaving their grip on her hips.
"Well, as you said, it was a pretty stimulating conversation," she offered, giggling as she heard him growl before whirling around to pull her against his chest.
"We'll see who stimulates who, won't we now?" He managed before leaning down to capture her lips. He groaned as her tongue began to duel with his, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. He reached down to grab her thighs and pull her up his body as she helped by wrapping her legs around his waist.
Bella hung onto him as her lips devoured his and his hands explored her back. The sensations coursing through her body were making her dizzy and all she could think of was that she wanted more. She groaned as her back hit the wall, as Edward's kisses grew more frantic. When he finally pulled away she gasped in a needed breath as he began planting kisses across her collarbone. She grinned as he suddenly pulled back, looking down at her with dark eyes as he kept her pressed against the wall.
"Are you wearing my shirt?" His husky voice sent chills down her spine as she felt his hands slide under the material.
"I don't have clean clothes with me and I figured you wouldn't mind," she replied, gasping as his hands slid across her waist and up her sides. She moaned as he cupped her breast and began to knead the soft flesh, his words husky against her ear.
"It looks much better on you, although, right now…," he lightly bit her earlobe as his other hand went to the hem, "I'd rather see it on the floor," he finished as he pulled at the material, growling in triumph as he maneuvered it over her head, freeing her body to his gaze.
He hardened even more as he realized she wore nothing beneath his shirt. He slid one hand between her thighs, elated to feel how wet she was against his fingers. His kiss became more violent as he moved against her, his fingers thrusting deep and hard as he ground himself against her thigh.
Bella whimpered at the feel of him pressing against her thigh while his fingers continued driving her towards ecstasy. She arched against him as he bit down lightly on her neck.
"Edward!"
She couldn't find words other than his name, the feel of his hands on her bare skin nearly inciting her to madness. Her feet slid to the ground, needing more room and stability to move against him, drawing a shudder that ran down his entire body. Keeping her back against the wall for support, she reached for his shirt, pulling it off with a frantic tug before her fingers began sliding across his chest, delighting in his low moans as she allowed her hands free reign over his chest, raking her nails over his tiny male nipples. Her need grew and she soon replaced her fingers with her mouth. She moaned as she felt him shudder against her. Feeling powerful and sexy at bringing him to this state, she managed to maneuver them around until his back was pressed against the wall.
Edward gasped at the strength in her movement, not to mention the sudden reversal of their positions. His harsh gasp echoed through the room as Bella reached for the button and zip of his jeans, groaning as her fingertips brushed over his hardness.
"Bella…"
With a quickness that surprised him, she had his pants undone and along with his boxers, pushed to the ground in seconds. Taking a moment to look up into his eyes, she felt a shudder of desire at seeing them nearly black with passion as she slid to her knees before him.
"Bella," his voice was hoarse as he shuddered against her.
Never breaking their gaze, she allowed the tip of her tongue to run from base to the tip of his arousal, swirling it around to catch the droplets of moisture that dotted the crown. The taste of him was a mix of something musky, yet pure Edward.
Edward clenched his hands into fists, the image of Bella on her knees before him burned into his brain, the feel of her tongue stroking him, nearly too much to handle. His hands slowly unclenched and he buried them in her hair, gently guiding her head as she took him deeper.
Bella hummed against him as she wrapped her lips fully around his shaft, using her hand to move in tandem with her lips, his low moans and growls turning her on as she grew wetter between her thighs.
Edward could feel himself building to a peak, the sensations overwhelming him. But he didn't want to go over the edge without being deep inside her.
Using restraint he wasn't sure where he'd found, he growled her name, reaching down to again pull her up his body. At her slight protest, he covered her lips with his, hands pulling her until her breasts were crushed against his chest. He instinctively broke their kiss, lowering his head until his mouth enveloped one taut nipple, his hand stroking and kneading the other.
Bella whimpered at the feel of his lips and teeth on her, his fingers again moving down between her thighs and delving into her wetness. She arched against him, trying desperately to hurry him along with whimpered words and moans. She leaned up and breathed her pleas into his ear, pleas for him to take her, to fuck her, to make her scream his name.
Edward felt her desperation, felt his own matching need. Ignoring her whimper as he slid his fingers from her, he locked his hands around her waist, positioning her against him, growling against her throat as her legs wrapped around him. Whirling around until her back was again pressed against the wall, he leaned down to devour her mouth.
Bella was desperate now, needing to feel him inside her. Moving frantically she pulled at his hips, trying to position him where she needed. When she finally felt him at her entrance, she couldn't help but whimper.
Edward growled as her wetness brushed against his tip, his hips instinctively arching upward. They both groaned as he slid into her and Edward felt a primal burst of possessive desire as she cried out in satisfaction. The feel of her tight walls closing around him, the heat of her enveloping him, was driving him once more towards the edge.
"Bella…God…need you…feels so good…fuck, Bella!"
Bella moaned at his words, literally seeing stars as he thrust against her, each movement driving her back into the wall. The pain was quickly overcome by pleasure and she moved to meet his every thrust, unable to contain her moans as she felt herself approaching the edge.
"Edward…please…harder…fuck me harder!"
Edward lost it as her desperate pleas registered. Feeling her inner walls tighten around him, her nails digging welts into his back, he thrust harder. As he felt her clamp down around him, his ears rang with the sound of his name, dragged from her throat on a scream.
"Edward!"
Feeling the waves envelope his body as she sucked him deeper into her, he let go. With one final, deep thrust, he cried out her name as his body shuddered its release against hers.
Bella was flying, a familiar feeling she knew she would never get enough of with Edward. Clutching him tightly, she allowed herself to float back down to earth, the pleasure slowly ebbing as they sank to the floor on limbs too tired to hold them upright.
Edward sighed as he twisted her around until she was resting more comfortably in his lap, as his breathing slowly evened out. When he finally felt able to speak, he looked down, fighting another surge of desire as he noticed how well and truly ravished she looked against him, chest still heaving, eyes drowsy yet sparkling.
"Now that was a fantasy of mine I've had since I first moved in here," he managed, grinning as she looked up at him in confusion.
"You've fantasized about taking me in your front hallway for two years?" She felt something in her heart twist again as she read the truth in his eyes.
"And my kitchen, and living room, and on the piano…" he paused as the last word sunk in and her eyes widened, her gaze moving to the baby grand sitting at the other end of the living room. He felt his body kick into gear again as he watched her eyes go dark as her tongue came out to wet her lips.
"You like that last one, don't you?" He leaned down to whisper the words against her ear, smiling as she shuddered against him.
Bella's mind was filled with images of what he could do to her on that piano. It wasn't the first time she'd imagined it either. Then again, she shouldn't be surprised. There was just something so sensual about sexing it up on a baby grand. Yes, she'd probably watched Pretty Woman too many times but she didn't care, it was a damned sexy image.
"Bella?"
She jumped as his voice registered and she tried to bring herself back to the present. She suddenly realized where they were and what had happened before they'd both lost control. Thoughts of sex on the piano quickly disappeared, but she was determined to come back to them later.
"Where'd you go, Bella?" Edward watched the expressions come and go on her face, loving the way she looked when she was thinking. He wondered what about. He was trying hard not to pick her up and carry her over to his piano right then and there.
"I'm just thinking, what are we going to tell everyone tonight?" She sighed as she looked at him. "I heard Emmett."
Thoughts of Bella spread out over his piano quickly fled as Edward ran a hand through his hair before pulling her closer to him, completely uncaring that they were naked in his front hallway. The image of Emmett's face when he found out who Bella's 'friend' was suddenly wouldn't leave his mind. "I don't know? What do you want to tell them?" He held his breath, waiting for her answer. While he was pretty sure she wanted this relationship, he didn't know if she wanted to go public. Especially, with everything so new and knowing how eager her brother was to dissect both their sex lives.
Bella looked up at him, seeing the hesitation in his eyes. She knew he was wondering if she wanted to make them public. Something softened as she realized in that instant that he did, even with a far too overprotective older brother. She couldn't help but grin.
"Well, since I don't think I can keep my hands off you, I think we're going to have to tell them." She smiled as she heard him laugh, feeling his body move against her.
Edward felt lighter, realizing that she'd just told him she wanted everyone to know about them. He couldn't help the swell of possessiveness that hit him as he imagined being able to hold her against him, to kiss her whenever he wanted, no matter who was around. Although he couldn't help but feel apprehensive about how Emmett would take things.
"Hey, he's my brother and he loves me. And he loves you. It'll be okay. I promise." Bella smiled at him, able to read him better than he thought. She knew he was worried about what Emmett would say. To tell the truth, she was a little nervous as well, but she knew, in the end, her brother wanted what was best for her. And since that was Edward, he'd have to come around. She wouldn't have it any other way. Not to mention she had a pretty good suspicion Rose would knock some sense into him if he made too much of a fuss.
"I hope so," he managed, leaning down to brush a kiss across her lips. "Of course, I think we probably should leave out just exactly how we got together." Her laughter rang out in the hallway.
"Well, he knows it was over a conversation, we'll just have to edit the details a bit," she replied, turning up to look at him. "Right now, none of them know about my night job," she grinned as he raised an eyebrow. "I'd kind of like to keep it that way for a while. I don't know if Emmett could handle that on top of everything else."
Edward looked at her curiously. "Your show, from what I hear, is pretty popular, you can't tell me he, or the others, haven't heard it?"
Bella grinned. "You know what they say; those closest to you are the most oblivious." She noted he looked confused. "They've heard it. It's quite funny when they start talking about it. Emmett's apparently a fan - although I don't need to hear how it inspires him and Rose, much less Jazz and Alice," she shuddered, remembering some conversations she'd had to cut off before they got to be too much.
"But they can't recognize your voice? I know I did, although it took me a little bit," he offered.
Bella shrugged. "You'd think they could tell, and I admit, I was a bit worried about it, especially Em's reaction, but so far, they're none the wiser." She frowned. "Actually, I don't know if I should be insulted or relieved by that."
Edward laughed. "Well, either way, I have no problem keeping your night job our little secret," his eyes darkened as he pulled her closer. "Besides, I think I'm going to have a hard enough time listening to you talk about other people's fantasies with them, now that I know how it feels to be buried inside you."
Bella's breath hitched at his words, a delicious shiver running over her as his hands began to stroke over her exposed skin. Strangely, she wasn't cold at all. In fact, she was beginning to feel overheated in a very good way.
"Speaking of fantasies," her voice was husky as she turned to give him better access to her body, "we still have most of today to work on fulfilling some more." She grinned as he groaned and pulled her closer.
"I like the way you think." He began planting kisses along her cheek and jaw as he whispered, "So what other fantasies did you have in mind?"
"Well, the piano one sounds pretty good," she began, as he growled against her. She smiled to herself as something else she'd overheard earlier in his conversation with Emmett suddenly occurred to her. "Although, according to my brother, there's some 'hottie' nurses that seem to have a hard on for you," she began, laughing as he pulled back, a disgruntled expression on his face.
"I told Emmett and I'm telling you, I don't have any interest in any of them, no matter how hard they throw themselves at me," he muttered, stopping as he noticed the amused look in her eyes.
"What a shame," she offered, seeing his eyes grow confused. "I seem to recall having several fantasies about being one of your nurses and having you take me over an exam table while dressed in one of those sexy little nurses' outfits…"
She never got to finish as his lips crashed into hers with a groan. With a sigh, she gave herself over to him, deciding to go with the moment and worry about that evening when it came.
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