Chapter 2

As with the other chapters, purely cosmetic work has been done to this. I've made some changes as far as punctuation and repeat words, and a few things to make it flow better. Nothing imperative or important to the story has been changed.

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Oh baby right there, that's the spot…

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck," I try to say discretely and fail, figuring she's already heard me. My suspicions are confirmed when I hear her try to stifle a laugh.

My ego starts reeling… or is she laughing at it? But what would she be laughing at? I know without a doubt that I'm not small. Hell, some women have even given it a nickname, something like, Holy Hot Tool. What ever the fuck that means. I just know that when I hear them use the abbreviation HHT, I know what they're referring to. Women…they have a name for everything.

They use the name for some actor's cock. He is supposedly really hot right now; not that I would know as I don't follow that shit. I'm told they imagine his cock probably looks like mine based on pictures they've seen online of the bulge in his pants. They're all in some little circle of women who are obsessed with this actor. If you ask me, they all need mental help.

It makes me so glad that I'm not that poor sap. I bet he's wondering what the hell he did to deserve all this shit. What boring and sad lives they must lead to get so wrapped up in some guy they know they have no chance in hell with. Okay. Enough of that shit! Let's get back to my ego possibly being wounded or my cock losing its dignity.

If it's not either of those, then maybe she's laughing at me because of how fucking stupid or ridiculous I'm being right now. Maybe it's the fuckery of the situation we're in?

I don't know how I got to this point to be honest with you. One minute I'm standing in the door of the office and the next, I hear a little cough trying to get my attention. When I heard the sound I turned around and saw the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen in my entire existence!

Trust me when I say that I've seen my fair share of eyes, specifically brown eyes, in my life. None have ever come close the ones that belong to her! There is a whole depth to this brown; another layer, if that is possible. Almost like every brown ever in existence has been mixed to create this super color and placed in her eyes.

She just might be the only one to posses this color and oddly this thought makes me happy. Why does this make me happy? Because I'm getting to be experience it.

She has chestnut hair that is slightly wavy with natural sun kissed highlights and it hangs down to just about the middle of her back. She has it half pulled up with one of those little claw clips and I can see her lightly tanned neck. It's the color of café con leche. For someone who lives in Florida, she's pale, yet not so pale that someone could mistake her for a vampire or ghost.

Her lips are full and slightly uneven; they are a light reddish color. No, more like a perfect mix between cherry and strawberry Starburst colors. It jus so happens that those are my two favorite flavors of Starbursts. I smile a little, thinking about that.

As I'm standing there for what seems to be forever but in reality is only seconds, it all comes crashing back to me. It takes a small slight breeze across the head of my now erect cock to snap me back to the here and now. I see her quickly turning her head away from me, a smirk playing on her face.

I bend to grab the towel so I can put it on and fumble nervously while doing so. My heart's racing… beating out of my chest faster than I've felt it before, except when I'm practicing or in the cage. What the hell is going on with me? I'm never this flustered or uncoordinated.

"God damn it," I scowl to myself, not even trying to hide how loudly I say it because I know it won't matter. I don't seem to be able to keep my voice very low or to myself right now. I get the towel partially wrapped around me and run like a bat out of hell into the bathroom and slam the door. As soon as I'm in there safe, I lean against the door and take a deep breath. Damn it, why am I acting like this?

Shit, I inhale trying to think. Fuck… that was… What the fuck was that?

Pull it together Edward, I think to myself. It seems as if I'm always talking to myself like some idiot. What has gotten into your damn ass? She's just some girl, no she's a woman, some woman; she's probably with that blonde chick that is hanging all over Emmett.

What were their names?

Shit. Did I even know their names? All I know is the company that they own. Shit, shit, shit! What the fuck am I gonna do?

A bigger question is, when and how the fuck can I get a piece of that brunette? Those eyes, they just seem to burn right through me, calling me. I want to stare into them as I fill her with my stiff cock and make her moan louder than she's ever moaned before in her life. I want to hear my name being screamed from that mouth of hers as she's cumming. I start wondering what her ass looks like; too bad she was sitting down so I couldn't get a glimpse.

I finally get dressed and don't even bother fucking with my hair. Noticing I need to get that shit cut, I try to distract myself for a few seconds. As I lift my arm to run my fingers through my hair, I'm painfully reminded exactly why those beautiful eyes and the blonde are here.

My damn shoulder. How the fuck did I forget about the pain it's in? This shit hurts like fucking hell. I start to realize that during that whole fiasco, I didn't feel any pain, not one iota of pain… How the hell is that possible?

How is it that this woman was able to make me forget the pain I was in? All in just the few seconds we were in each other's presence? I really have got to have her now, after her being able to do something like that. My mind starts wandering again…

God, I have to stop this shit. I need to get out there before I make her think worse of me. I may be working with these women more and I can't be acting like a dipshit or an ass.

I walk into the office and look at the chair she was sitting in just a few moments ago. I notice she's no longer there or anywhere in the office for that matter. I start wondering if she took off after the towel incident, when I look over and see her standing with Em and the blonde. It immediately dawns on me what she might be doing over there.

She's probably telling them about what just happened between us. Damn it! Why didn't I think of that before I ran off like a chicken shit asshole? Why didn't I apologize right then and there? She could be telling them she wants nothing to do with us. Em is going to kill me for sure when he finds out.

Why am I such a fuck-up sometimes? I swear I'm going to need to look into having my head examined. I cautiously walk over to the three of them, bracing myself for the lashing I'm sure I'm gonna get from Em, or worse, from her partner.

As I'm getting closer she notices me and smiles. Whoa, did she just smile at me? Okay, that's a good sign right? I hope it is. She's not coming across as being pissed; pissed people don't genuinely smile. I'm pretty sure she smiled. Smiling is definitely good.

I sidle up to Emmett so I can ease my way into the conversation, trying to figure out what all is going on. I'm dying to find out if she's said anything to them before I start running my mouth, apologizing in front of them. If I can get away with just apologizing to her, that would be so much better for me. Having to explain to my brother what happened and then to hear it from him non-stop is not something I want to deal with. Better to be safe and see what they know than to just open my fat mouth.

So far, no one is giving me an evil eye, not even the brown eyed beauty, who I now have stuck in my mind. I start drifting in my head, thinking of the things I want to do to her and with her. The positions I could put her in, the places I could take us right now and have my way with her…. How much I want to kiss those luscious, full, uneven lips that remind me of my favorite candy. I stop wondering how the hell she is doing this to me.

Is it possible to be affected this much by someone after just a few seconds of being with them in the same room?

I'm beginning to think that maybe Emmett might have hit more than my shoulder. It would make sense with all the thoughts and feelings I'm having that are not normal for me. This is just pure craziness. She's making me even slow down some on my cussing because I don't want to offend her. She's changing me, damn it. This has got to stop.

"Um… Em, are we gonna do something about my shoulder?" I say as quickly as possible. I need some kind of distraction from those brown eyes before I go insane.

"Oh, yeah! Edward, this is Rosalie and her partner, Bella. Rosalie does sports medicine and Bella is a masseuse or massage therapist.

My mind immediately goes to the thought of her hands, those small hands, on my body and it does a number on my mind. I can't think straight, and struggle to get an answer out.

"Oh… uh… sure, that sounds good to me, I guess." Holy shit! Did I just agree

to her fondling me? My brain is now in overload mode with thoughts of us in so many compromising positions.

"Good, well then let's get started, we can't have you down for long, bro. You need to get back in there and practice a.s.a.p.," he says, smiling at me like a damn fool.

This blond woman must be damn good to have him grinning like that. She's not bad looking at all; she's tall, thin and has long blonde hair that is up in a ponytail. She's wearing clothes that show off all her curves, designer clothes from what I can tell. She's definitely his type. I wonder what she has, though, that none of the others did to grab hold of him like she has.

I look over at Bella. She is beyond beautiful. She's not thin and she's not fat. She's perfect. She has curves in all the right places. A nice ass, just as I was hoping and nice sized tits too… perfect size for her body, perfect size for my hands. I may be a fit guy and skinny compared to most guys, but I love a woman with a bit of meat on her. It shocks most people to find out the kind of girls I go for.

Yeah, sure I've fucked the drop dead gorgeous model types They were the ones that I felt like I was going to break the instant my cock was thrust into them. I've always loved women, women of all sizes. What attracts me more than any others though, is a woman who looks like Bella.

A woman who takes care of herself but isn't really thin. A woman, that enjoys a good cheeseburger when the desire hits her and doesn't care what others think. I think she just might be like that; something about her tells me she's laid back and loves pleasure.

Pleasure… how I would love to be pleasuring her, having my way with her right here in the gym.

There I go again, coming back to fucking her, wanting her, having her. I need to get away from her as soon as possible. If I don't, I'll do something I'll regret later on I'm sure.

I hear a throat clearing and look to see that it is Em, who is eyeing me with curiosity and surprise on his face. Oh shit, was I staring at her? Did he see it? Fuck, how do I play this off? I'll just be natural; hopefully she didn't notice what I was doing.

I look around and I think I'm in the clear, "Ok so what do I need to do?" I ask, then jokingly add, "Bring on the pain, please." I hear snickering and look over to see Bella laughing at me. Somehow this makes me breathe a little easier, knowing she is able to laugh at me. At least she has a sense of humor!

I sit down, Rosalie comes over and starts doing some shit to my shoulder and before I know it, I'm screaming out at the top of my fucking lungs from the pain.

"FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!"

"Damn, I was just fucking around about bringing on the pain," I barely get out in a breath. "You didn't have to really make me hurt like that."

She laughs at me as she finishes. "Well I had to do what was needed, or you would have been in more pain a little bit longer. Plus, there was the possibility of not ever using that arm the right way again. I'm not a doctor but I do know what I'm doing, and I've seen this before. When your brother hit you, he pushed your joint back and it got stuck and is rubbing the wrong way," she explains, showing me with her hands mimicking the ball and joint socket action.

"Does it hurt when you lift it?" I nod to answer her question. I'm in too much pain to form any words at the moment. "Just as I thought. Damn Emmett, you did a number on his shoulder. He's not going to be able to practice with it for a couple days. Any more hits and it could be useless for fighting."

"Well, it looks like I have a couple days off. Can I still do my workout routine? If I promise not to lift with this arm? I can't sit idle for the next few days. I go insane just sitting around doing nothing. I need to keep busy." I look at her, hoping her answer will be yes.

"Yes, you can workout, but make it low impact and no lifting weights with that arm." She glares at me sternly. "You'll be right back where you are right now if you do. Put some ice on it to get the swelling to go down."

"Bella will be here the next few days to massage any tension it leaves behind, also she'll do a light massage today to ease the muscle from being all messed up all day." She turns to Emmett and smiles as they walk into the office, leaving Bella and I alone; alone for the first time since the towel incident.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I can do this; I can do this. Just act natural.

"So Bella" I say, dragging it out slowly, "I guess that means we should get to you rubbing all over me, ugh…er…I mean rubbing my shoulder," I stammer out fast, hoping she didn't catch my slip. Chill, she's just another woman; there's nothing special about her, I try to convince myself.

"Erm…sure, where do you want to be? You'll want to be comfortable, but I need to be able to get behind you at the same time. Is there a comfortable chair that you can sit in where I can do this?" She asks me, not making eye contact completely and turning a bit rosy on her cheeks. Wow, she is blushing talking about touching me. Maybe she heard my slip up. Crap, this might not go well with her.

"Um… yeah. Let me just go into the office and get one of those chairs. They're comfy and should give you access to my shoulder," I let her know as I'm walking into the office. I grab the chair and head back to her, waiting for further instructions.

"Okay, just sit and relax the best you can. I know it's hard after what Rose just did to you, but I'll be gentle, I promise. I have a very gentle touch when I want." She smirks as if it's some kind of inside joke. I wish I knew what it was.

"Oh, I need you to take off your shirt, unless you want oil soaking through it."

I take off my shirt and hear a slight intake of breath behind me. God, how I wish I could see her face. I love when I take my shirt off in front of a woman. The expressions they make are all just about the same. They get wide eyed, grin ear-to-ear without realizing they're doing it, and then have a bit of trouble breathing. I enjoy it. Hell, I should. I work hard for this body.

I hear her making some noise behind me and then a rubbing squishy sound, like when you wash your hands. She must be warming up the oil. Thank God. I've had someone put cold massage oil on me before and it was a surprise to my skin, to say the least.

Slowly, she touches my shoulder with her warmed oiled hands. I close my eyes, feeling them all over me and I'm wanting to moan so bad, but I hold back. I don't want her to think that I'm enjoying this sexually or anything, but hell, it feels so damn good after what Emmett and then Rosalie did to me. I think anything would feel better than that shit.

Her hands continue to roam the lean, hard muscles on my shoulder and around to my back area. I let my mind go, letting it think what it wants.

I begin thinking of her letting her hands find themselves all over my body, feeling the softness on my chest, my stomach, letting them roam a little farther until they reach my cock. Oh, hmm… warmed, oiled hands on my cock would feel so good. Moving up and down and playing with the tip, making me pre-cum.

"Hmmmm, oh yeah. That feels so good," I let out, without realizing it. I hope to hell she thinks it's because of the massage and nothing else.

Damn, this girl is in my head bad. I have got to fuck her and get her out of my system now. I hate when I want something so bad and have to wait for it. It consumes me; it makes me go nuts wanting it. Speaking of nuts, how awesome would it feel for her to play with mine with those warmed, oiled hands while she's playing with my cock?

Fuck, Edward! Shut up, and stop thinking that shit. You're already stiffer than a damn pole. What are you going to do when she's done? Sit there like a fucking idiot because you can't get up due to your little issue? I correct myself, "It's not little."

"Excuse me? Did you say something?" she asks from behind, still massaging my shoulder.

Shit, did I just say that out loud?

Okay, keep your mouth shut, no more noise from you.

What is it they say? That you're only crazy when you start having conversations in your head with yourself? I think I'm beyond that point right now. I've had little discussions play out ahead of time before having a talk with someone, trying to figure out what was the best way to do so, but this, this is ridiculous. I'm a fucking loon. Talking to myself and answering and then answering out loud on top of it. I'm gonna need a fucking shrink after this.

"There you go, all done. How does it feel? Do you have a towel I can borrow? I forgot to get mine out of my bag before putting the oil on and I don't want to mess it up." She looks at me, smiling sheepishly.

"Sure, let me go grab you one right over here." I get up, forgetting that I have a raging hard on but realizing it as I turn around and hand her the towel and her eyes immediately snap to my shorts.

"Damn… sorry, I um…" I scramble to hide it and figure something out. I eventually just go with sitting back down.

"Don't worry about it," she tries to comfort me." It happens more often than you realize. You're not the first guy to get, uh… aroused from me massaging them."

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry," I apologize, trying to make it mean so much more than just for this, hoping she sees that.

"No worries. So, I can come and massage you again tomorrow if you want. What would be a good time?" She looks at me, waiting for an answer.

"I usually get done with practice about four, so if you want to come about four thirty or so, that would work," I tell her, smiling and thinking to myself how good it'll feel to have her hands on me again. Feeling the warmth and smoothness of them caressing my skin... I can't wait for tomorrow.

I go, let Emmett know I'm leaving, tell Rosalie thank you for fixing my shoulder and put the chair back.

I walk over and tell Bella thanks for the massage and she nods as she's putting all her stuff back in her bag.

I walk out the door and head home. The whole drive there, I have nothing but thoughts of that chestnut haired, brown eyed beauty in my head. I get to bed because I am beyond exhausted and fall fast to sleep, tossing and turning, and dreaming; dreaming of her

Before I know it, it's morning again, but I get to sleep in this time because I don't have the normal routine. This morning I'm not frustrated because it dawns on me that I will get to see Bella today. This woman has really gotten under my skin and in my head. How the hell did that happen? I have never been one to look forward to just seeing a woman, maybe to fucking her, but not to just seeing her.

I do all my workout crap and go get a shower, letting the hot water run on my shoulder longer than the rest of my body. It feels so good. I'm sore but nothing like Emmett's aftermath yesterday!

I start thinking about yesterday and what happened when I walked out of this shower and seeing the woman that has now made a major impact on my mind. I walk to the mat and stand there, just thinking, noticing I'm the only one in the gym. Emmett didn't come in today because I didn't need him to tell me how to work out, plus he had some work to do outside the gym he'd been putting off. A few people came in and out throughout the day but that was it. I had the gym to myself most of the day which is rare, but something I like. I get time to reflect on my fighting, my moves, and things of that nature.

As I'm standing there in my own head, thinking, I hear a throat clearing. I must have been so focused on thinking I didn't hear the door open or close and it's not a soft door. I turn around to see the beautiful brown eyes I had seen yesterday.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to startle you," she says and grins at me.

"You didn't, I was just thinking that's all. Scary I know. A man who fights for a living, thinking. Not something most people think happens," I laugh at my weak attempt at a joke about myself.

"So, what were you thinking about? Anything interesting?"

"No, just thinking about past fights. Nothing spectacular," I lie to her, I'm not telling her I was thinking about her too. That's just not something I want out there. She's here for a job and that's it. I'm not going to ruin this. I will not hit on her. This is a business setup, nothing else.

"Are you ready for your massage? I was thinking that I would do your whole back so I brought my table, or we can just use the mat over there. If we lay down some towels we shouldn't get any oil on it," she explains.

"Yeah, sure. Let me go grab some towels and set it up. Do you need help with anything else?" I ask as I get the towels and head over to the mat to set them up. Not that a little oil is gonna make a difference on this thing. It's beyond dirty.

"Nope, that's all; except you need to take your shirt off and lay on your stomach. Think you can manage that? Being a fighter and all, don't want you having to think too much!" Sarcasm, this is good. I like a woman who can be sarcastic. God, I keep making a list of all the things I like in a woman and basing it off of her. What is wrong with me?

"Ha ha ha. I thought you were a masseuse not a comedian? When did you change jobs?" I try to snark back at her, failing miserably.

"Okay, Mr. Smartypants. Lay down now or I won't massage you. I'll let that shoulder of yours hurt." She is a feisty one. God, why does she have to be so attractive and have all the other qualities I'm realizing I like?

I lay down as she says, with my shirt off. She gets on my side and starts rubbing my shoulders with the massage oil she'd been getting ready while waiting on me.

I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of her hands on me. This time she really is going to be rubbing all over me, well half of me anyways. With my eyes closed and my mind running, I stop worrying about making noises and start lightly moaning. She doesn't make any comment or say anything so I just let it go.

Her hands are so sensual, so smooth. My body loves the way they feel. For the first time ever, I actually take notice of how a woman's hands feel on my body, other than when they've been on my cock. The touch of a woman's hands on your cock feels fucking awesome. These feelings, the ones I'm having now, the difference in her hands being on my body, finally noticing something like this. I don't know how it to explain it. It brings up different internal feelings, ones I've never experienced before. This makes me a little nervous.

I try not to react to her touch too much, not allowing myself to grow hard under me. For one, it would hurt like hell on this mat, and two, I don't want to have to be erect in front of her again. How embarrassing would that be? I've already shown her twice now, don't need to make it a third. At least not right now, my mind has a little sidebar of its own.

Being a sensual person, I love touching a woman, feeling their soft skin under my calloused hands, the contrast of their smoothness against my rough fingers. I inhale them, placing my nose against their necks. Each of their distinct scents leaves me intoxicated. All of those things turns me on just as much as if she were grabbing me and stroking me.

Oh God, I can't stop myself. I need something to distract myself.

Ooohh! I know. Music! Maybe that will help me focus. Perhaps something I listen to while working out will keep me focused. It's a bit angsty and loud, but it'll get my attention away from her hands, her mouth…God, how I love seeing that mouth.

Fuck, I need to hurry up and get the music going before I do something rash.

"Uh Bella, do you mind if I put some music on? This silence is gonna put me to sleep and I don't want to fall asleep on you." I quickly come up with some lie as to why I want music.

"Sure, whatever you want. I'm up for anything. I like all kinds, well just not country really," she agrees, smiling at me.

"I'm just gonna go in the office and put something on. I have a bunch of playlists so I'll just play one of them." I go into the office and turn on one of my favorite playlists, hitting shuffle. It's a wide mix of music but it works for me when I'm working out.

It starts playing and I go back over to the mat. "Is that ok with you?" I ask her to make sure she's comfortable with the music, having to lean in closer to her a bit because it's a little loud. As I lean in I breathe in her scent and quickly get on the mat knowing that if I don't, I'm gonna regret it. She resumes massaging my back for a few more minutes.

After my back, she begins on my arms and I hear a light inhale of breath from her. She catches me off guard and I can't contain the sound of the moan coming from me. I don't even care, it feels so damn good, plus I'm getting comfortable with her. I don't know what it is but she makes me feel at ease.

As she finishes up on my arms, she asks if I would like a facial massage. Almost as on cue with my response the music changes and it becomes something less angsty but still with a good beat and I turn over on to my back. She comes up to my head and lifts it up to put it in her lap. I'm beginning to think it might be a bad idea for us to be in this position, considering how difficult it's been for me to keep myself from controlling my hard-ons around her. Now I'm going to be exposed for sure in this position.

I just go with it, nothing more I can do anyway, right?

She starts massaging my face. and oh fucking God, it's beyond amazing how fucking good this feels. I have never had my face massaged before and with getting hit in the face and broken bones and bruises all the time, this feels… there are no words. My body says it all by the light moaning I do as she is kneading my forehead and my temples. I could start drooling any second. Then she works down the side of my face and her wrist are near my nose and her scent drives me insane, it's even stronger than when I got a breath of it earlier.

My reaction to this is automatic and I grab her wrist and bring it to my nose so I can inhale deeply. She stops with her other hand massaging and just leaves it on my face lightly. I hear her lightly gasp at what I'm doing but she does nothing to move away from me.

After I get her scent into my mind, I start lightly kissing her wrist and then her hands and then her fingers. I grab her other hand and do the same. I then turn on my side and start kissing up her arms, going to her face. I take it in my hands and look at her beautiful brown eyes for a second before I bring my lips to her full uneven Starburst colored ones and start kissing her hard but gentle. I don't move my mouth, I just kiss her, waiting for her response, waiting to see if she's going to slap me or kiss me back. My mind is hoping that she'll kiss me back because I want to taste this mouth of hers so fucking bad…

A/N

I know, I know, I've now given you 2 cliffies (don't you wish they were Edward's stiffies instead? Lol can't help myself, I couldn't resist) Sorry, it had to be done. I fought and fought with this chapter but you will thank me later on. But other than that how did you like it? Please leave me some love, I love hearing from you all.

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