Chapter 5

Shit, Fan. Fan, Shit.

Everyone was yelling, questions flying back and forth so quickly that they became an indistinguishable auditory blur. I noticed that Bella was the only one not yelling; she was just sitting there, hugging her legs to herself under her giant sweatshirt, her eyes impossibly big as she looked at all of us. Don't judge us, I thought, catching her eye with a hard look. You're part of this world now too. Even if you haven't slept with any of us yet. Which begs the question…

I put two fingers in my mouth and let out a loud-ass wolf whistle. Everyone stopped yelling momentarily and looked at me.

"Thank you," I said, standing and taking a swig straight out of my bottle of rum. Classy, I know. "Now, obviously, everyone has a lot to say, but I'm calling dibs on this first question. Edward, I have never had sex with you and I know for a fact that Alice hasn't either. Bella didn't take a shot, and Emmett is your brother," I paused and made a face of disgust, "so unless you and Jazz have something you'd like to tell us all, I'm calling bullshit on you right now."

Edward shifted in his seat and looked at Bella, "Not for lack of trying," he mumbled, adding in a louder tone, "I heard 'Never have I ever blah blah blah sex blah blah.' So obviously I took a shot. What?" he asked defiantly, running a hand through his hair as he took another swig.

"Edward!" Alice cried in exasperation, "That's not how the game is played! You can't just drink 'cause you feel like it! You can't play anymore if you aren't going to play by the rules." Alice was standing over him, pointing in his face, and he actually looked slightly afraid of her. "Are you going to play right, or keep being a jerkasaurus?" She spat at him, eyes narrowed.

"Fine, whatever. I'll play by your insane rules," he replied hurriedly, obviously wanting her to get out of his face. "Rule nazi," he added under his breath.

Jasper leaned over and punched him in the arm, saying, "Dude."

Luckily for Edward, Alice's wrath was only as long as her attention span, which had decided to move on.

"Rosalie Lillian Hale and Emmett McCarty Cullen, when exactly did this unholy meeting of take place and why are we just now finding out about it? Friends tell each other these things! I thought we were friends! Why are you keeping these things from me," she asked in quick succession, backing me up into the loveseat. She gasped, a thought occurring to her, and she spun around to look at Bella, who still hadn't said a word, but was steadily drinking from the bottle of vodka in her lap.

"You knew," she accused. "You knew the whole time!"

"Knew what?" Bella countered, only slurring her words slightly, "That everwon here iss having sex all the time, but me? Oh, and Eddie. We're not having sex, Ed," she directed towards him, conspiratorially throwing an arm around his shoulders while he hid a smile, trying not to laugh. Directing her attention back to Alice, she continued, "Did I know that? Yep, I'm pretty fuckin' aware of it. Did you tell me that you fucked Jassper in the car while we all changed? No. But I know. I know lots of things."

Alice opened and closed her mouth several times, clearly at a loss for what to say. Bella crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow in challenge, so Alice returned to her seat on Jasper's lap. A look of slight embarrassment was on her face as she suggested, "Let's play a different game. I think I'm tired of "Never Have I Ever"."

I let out a tense laugh, and agreed, "Let's play-" but Edward cut me off.

"No, no, no, no… we all know about the two lovebirds to my left," he stated, crooking a thumb at Alice and Jasper, "but I'm terribly curious to hear when my big brother decided to try and de-frost the Ice Queen. I mean wouldn't you get frostbite-"

"Edward, if you don't shut your face, I will smack your face right off your face," Emmett interrupted him, his voice low and his fists clenched. Swallowing hard and reaching to hold my hand, to my surprise, he continued, "You are my brother and I love you, but Bella not sleeping with you is obviously turning you into an even bigger douche than normal. You may not insult the woman that I love."

And in that moment I don't know whose jaw dropped further, mine or Edward's.

I don't know because…

I passed out.

That's right, I have proved that alcohol, adrenaline, fear and shocking statements can cause otherwise stable people to pass the fuck out.

*~*~*

When I came to, Emmett was cradling my head in his lap and I was lying in my hotel bed. His fingers applied slight pressure to my scalp as he gently massaged my head. I breathed out a contented little sigh, before my eyes flew open and searched for his. I found his blue eyes; they looked tired but still so sexy and full of concern. "Rosie, how are you feeling? I was so worried, but you didn't hit your head or anything. Alice said you hadn't eaten and that maybe it was just too much alcohol and a long night."

He stopped, pulling me up and cradling my entire body against his so that I was sitting in his lap. My head was pressed into the crook of his neck and I was breathing deeply. He smelled heavenly, and like a coward, I wanted to hide in the bedroom for the rest of my life and never face anything again.

But that wasn't reality, and in the cold, hard light of the morning, reality is what I had to deal with. I pulled away slightly, "I'm fine Em, a little hungover, but we have to talk." I bit my lip, putting my hand on his chest, and faltering slightly at the feel of his heart rate picking up. I so wasn't looking forward to this.

"Yeah, Rose we do. We need to talk about a lot of things," he said, taking a deep breath, "Just let me say this, because I need to. I am always honest with you. One hundred percent. It was never my idea to keep us on the DL. And I'm through hiding in the bathroom stalls, acting like I don't see you the very second you walk into a room. Rosalie, I love you and wherever you are, that's where I want to be. I know that means going to a lot of modeling events, parties, premieres and stupid clubs where everyone thinks that they are hot shit, but I don't care. I know you better than you know yourself. I know you are too scared to say those three words back to me, but you do love me. I know you are fucked up over your family shit, and you are afraid to trust that anything good is here to stay."

My eyes were brimming as he hit on my biggest fear and I looked away.

"Rosie, look at me," he pleaded and I quickly ran the backs of my hands over my eyes and met his gaze, "I am not going anywhere," he declared, "You are stuck with me. I fucking love everything about you, even when you piss me off. I love you. Besides, where else am I gonna go? I hear if you go too far away from your heart you die. Rosie, Baby, you've got mine," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. He kissed me gently, taking my bottom lip between his and nibbling sweetly.

He pulled back to place kisses along my jawline, and upon reaching my earlobe, he bit it lightly, saying, "You have no idea how fucking sexy you are right now."

I gasped slightly as his kisses and words ignited an aching need inside me.

"Em," I said breathlessly as he continued to kiss down my neck and collarbone.

"Mm-hmm," he mumbled into my shoulder.

"Em," I said again, putting my hands on either side of his face and turning him to look at me.

"You can't do that right now, or I will never get this out," I said, with a shaky breath, looking into his eyes, big blue pools of love and trust. I looked hard, searching for anything that might say he was lying or capable of fucking me over, but all I found was honesty. And, weirdly, love. Which meant, that as hard as it was for me to admit, he was right. I was the one who had the issue, not him.

"I'm not good at this. I've never had real relationships. I mean, you know what this means right? You'll have even less privacy and people will always be taking your picture and making up stuff about you and me? That… that I am crazy and irrational and a mess sometimes," I said, my voice cracking just a bit. "That I'm not perfect, I'm a little paranoid sometimes? That complete strangers are going to have an opinion about you? And share it with you if they meet you," I asked him, looking him very seriously in eyes.

He reached up and brushed away the tears I wasn't even aware had escaped down my cheeks with his big thumbs.

"I know all of that, Rose, and trust me when I say that I don't care, babe," he laughed, pulling me into a hug. "Baby, I know that you are one big bag of crazy sometimes; it's part of why I love you. And I don't care about the rest of it. Yes, I know it's there and I'm fine dealing with it. It will be easier to deal with now that there are two of us to take it on," he said with a smile.

"You really think so?" I asked with a tentative smile.

He flipped me over on the bed so that he was hovering just inches above my lips,

"I know so, Rose."

For the first time in so long, I felt a strange buoyant feeling.

Hope.

It mingled with intense, intense desire for the man in front of me.

I bit my lip as I ran my fingers through his curly chocolate hair, tangling them into fists and bringing his lips to crush into mine.

"I need you," I breathed into his ear as soon as his lips left mine, and he growled in anticipation, the light morning stubble on his cheek brushing against my neck, slightly tickling me and setting off goosebumps all over my body. I wanted him No, I needed him in me now.

I reached for the hem of his t-shirt and in one quick motion pulled it off of him, running my hands up and down his chest, marveling at the definition. It didn't matter how many times I'd seen him, Emmett Cullen without clothes was a delicious sight to behold. He slowly pulled my t-shirt off and his hands moved slowly over my breasts, his movements worshipful. I moaned in response, and he caught my eye and smirked, pulling my yoga pants off in one smooth motion.

I was completely laid bare in front of him. His eyes roved over my body, and instead of making me feel exposed, it made me feel wanted. But I noticed he still had his boxers on, so I reached up, and ran my fingers around his waistband, purring playfully, "Em, you are wearing entirely too many pieces of clothing for the planned activities. Let's take care of that."

The boxers disappeared in record time. I reached over and took his length in my hand, stroking it several times before leaning over and licking the few drops of precum off the head. His eyes darkened with lust, he pushed me gently back down on the bed and, taking my right nipple in his mouth, bit lightly before doing the same to my left. Each time sent an electrical-like impulse straight to my center.

He made a move further down my body, but I couldn't handle waiting any longer. "Emmett, I need you in me right now," I said with desperation, pushing on his shoulders so he would lie on his back.

"Your wish is my command," he said with a silly grin as I positioned him at my opening. I slid over him, sheathing him completely, and I felt full, but not uncomfortably so. It was perfect, like finding a piece of yourself that you didn't even know you were missing.

"Fuck, Rose you are so tight and wet," he said, moving slowly inside me as I moaned, "You are so big. Fuck Emmett, harder!"

"I fucking love you, babe." He said, picking me up, and bending me over the dressing table to accommodate my demand.

I braced myself with two hands on the mirror, yelling, "Harder, Emmett, harder!"

The change of angle bringing me maddeningly close to the edge with each thrust.

"Come for me, Rose, I want to hear you scream my name," he whispered, reaching around me to pinch my clit at the same time he thrust into me.

At that time, several things happened simultaneously: I came, screaming "Oh, god, oh, fuck, Emmett!" Emmett came, growling out a barely more restrained, "Fuuuck, Rosalie!" We shoved the dressing table one too many times, finally sending it crashing into the wall, creating a hole in the plaster as well as a pile of chunks of wood, splinters and broken glass. Emmett quickly picked me up and we sprinted back to the bed, quickly getting under the duvet.

When the lights came on seconds later, we pretended to be asleep, even as we heard several different voices join together in a disjointed chorus of "What the fuck happened in here?!"

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