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Thanks to: A Jasper For Me & Cullen Confection for the beta love, Mojo40 for pre-reading & ttharman for giving me the ok on the lemon. Oh ya, heads up: citrusy!

Chapter Eleven

The next morning, I awoke with a slight hangover and an empty bed. I had to admit I was a little disappointed.

Disappointed Bella was no longer sleeping next to me. Disappointed I let my guard down and told her about my parents. Disappointed I slept next to her and didn't try anything.

Groggily crawling out of the bed, I grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt from my bag before walking into the bathroom. I used my time in the shower to...gather my thoughts, which would not have included Bella, except her fucking strawberry scented shampoo filled the shower; I had no choice.

I imagined her tight little pussy as I fucked her from behind. I imagined pounding into her as she moaned into the mattress, ass in the air as I gripped her hips. I tightened the grip around my cock as I growled, releasing every bit of tension I had.

When I was finished, I stood under the scalding hot water and tried to clear my head before turning the water off.

Quickly drying myself off, I tossed my towel over the shower and ran a hand through my wet hair. I walked out into the hallway and involuntarily smiled when I heard Bella's giggle echoing through the house.

Walking into the kitchen, Emmett gave me a meaningful look, to which I just nodded. That was the only exchange we would have regarding yesterday's date. It was all we needed.

"So, what'd you make me?" I rubbed my stomach and smiled innocently at Bella before she threw a grape at my face.

"What didn't we make? We have eggs, bacon, pancakes and oatmeal. Oh, and thanks to Bella, we have a plate full of burned toast," Emmett explained as Ben and Rosalie quietly laughed.

Bella huffed and puffed as her face began to simmer. "It's not burned! It's just-"

"Completely black," Emmett interrupted.

"No! Are you color blind? That is brown!"

"Dark brown," Ben added this time.

Bella snatched the toast from the plate to examine it. "Whatever! It's-"

"Just the way I like it, thank you very much." I grabbed the clearly burned toast from her tiny hands and tossed it on my plate.

The kitchen was silent, except for the sound of bacon sizzling in the skillet. Everyone stared with their mouths agape as I added butter and jelly to the piece of bread that could have easily passed for charcoal.

"What?" I asked. "Why the fuck are you guys staring at me?"

"Edward? You like burned toast?" Bella asked flatly.

"Now she admits it," Emmett said with a sigh.

"It's not burned," I lied for her sake.

Everyone grimaced as I took a bite of the bread, tiny black crumbs falling in my lap.

Bella shrugged her shoulders, giving up on her curiosity. "I'm gonna go see what's taking Angela so long."

"Good idea." Ben's smile was plastered on his face as he waited for Bella to be out of ear-shot. "Okay, Romeo. What's going on?"

"Huh?"

"You're up to something," Emmett added while whisking the eggs like he was Bobby fucking Flay.

"Can't a guy enjoy his breakfast without having an ulterior motive?"

"Yes, a normal guy can. But you're not normal, and you're up to something. Now, spill," Rosalie argued and pulled my plate away.

"Emmett, tell your girlfriend to back off before I yank the extensions from her head," I said while calmly pouring a glass of orange juice, no pulp.

"No, dude, she's right. Why are you eating Bella's burned toast?"

I glared at Emmett, silently telling him to back the fuck off.

"Emmett won't eat slightly browned toast even if I cut off the crust," Rosalie pointed out while Ben laughed and called Emmett a pussy.

I cleared my throat and said, "You were embarrassing her. I felt bad for the girl, so I ate her burned toast, okay? Big deal."

Rosalie's eyes grew wide. "It is a big deal! Since when do you care if someone is embarrassed or not?"

"Jeez, Rose. Cut me some slack." I cleared my throat. "I'm not a complete asshole."

Huh. I wondered if that sounded slightly believable.

Rosalie snorted. "You were a complete asshole when we were at that art show with Tanya and she walked out of the bathroom with her dress tucked in her underwear. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you were the one to point it out to everyone!"

"Come on, it's not like everyone else didn't notice," I said, defending myself and failing miserably.

Emmett doubled over with laughter and added, "What about the time that Kate chick tripped in the mall and twisted her ankle while getting off the escalator? You laughed so hard you made the poor girl cry."

"Please. She was crying because she twisted her fucking ankle! You cry when you get a splinter in your finger. Pussy."

"You definitely have no problem being a complete asshole," Ben confirmed.

"Sue me. I get a good laugh at other people's expense," I admitted, stealing my plate back from Rose.

"Except when it comes to Bells," Emmett frowned and pointed the whisk at me.

"Bells? Since when do you refer to her as Bells? What's the point to all of this?"

"You might just actually like her, and not just so you can get the money," Rose said assuredly, obviously proud of her realization.

"Wait, what did you say?" Ben suddenly asked. And it dawned on me; Rosalie knew.

Rosalie fucking knew about everything.

Shit.

Mother fucking Emmett. I narrowed my eyes at Emmett's back as he cheerfully flipped an omelet, clearly not registering what his big mouth girlfriend had just revealed.

Rosalie coughed to clear her throat, clearly embarrassed of her slip-up.

"What is Rosalie talking about? What money?" Ben asked.

There was no use in lying. If I were smart, I would have come up with a back-up plan in case anyone were to overhear the conversation.

Scratch that. I was a smart mother fucker. I just didn't think my idiot brother would run off and tell his precious girlfriend about my scheme. Fuck. Scratch that, too. If I were smart, I wouldn't have told my idiot brother.

"There's no use in lying," Rosalie whispered, cutting off my inner-monologue. "Edward is trying to get the money his parents left him and Emmett after they died."

"So, what does that have to do with Bella?" Ben asked, still confused.

Honestly, it wasn't that confusing, was it?

"Carlisle and Esme can't, or I guess won't, give me the money unless I'm in a serious relationship. I met Bella the night I found out that little bit of information, so I figured why not..."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ben half-laughed as he stood up. "Unbelievable."

Emmett blocked Ben's path and said, "Listen man, I dislike it as much as any of you. But you should know, Bella agreed to this."

Ben's jaw slightly dropped. "Does Angela know?"

"No, and she isn't going to know," I said clearly. "Emmett was the only other person who was supposed to know about this, but apparently that was too hard of a task."

"How long are you going to date?"

"Fuck, I don't know. Until Carlisle and Esme assume we're going to pick out a china pattern?"

"What the hell, dude?"

Dropping my head I muttered, "I know it looks fucked up."

"No, it is fucked up. If you hurt Bella, I-"

Rolling my eyes and tuning him out, I said, "I don't need any threats, okay? I get enough of those from Grease Monkey."

"I don't give a shit."

"Come on, man. She's not going to get hurt. To be honest, I don't think she really even likes me all that much."

"And why would she? The past five minutes were spent discussing your asshole behavior," Rose added before she left the kitchen.

"You can't tell, Angela. The less people know, the better. Please," I pleaded with Ben.

Ben glanced between me, Emmett and the frying pan. "I'm not going to be part of this."

"You don't have to be. Shit, we don't want you to be a part of this," I reasoned. "We just need you to keep your mouth shut."

Ben wasn't falling for it. "Were you bullshitting me? Does Bella really know about this?"

Nodding, I said, "Of course. She agreed. She knows."

"Well, technically, she didn't at first," Emmett felt the need to add. "But once Edward explained he'd pay her, she was all for it."

"Right. She's getting paid." Ben laughed humorlessly. "You realize this is fucked up, right?"

"Yes," Emmett and I both said in unison.

"What's fucked up?" Angela asked as she walked into the kitchen with Bella trailing behind her.

"Emmett burned all of this toast," I said quickly, causing Bella to laugh and Ben to roll his eyes as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Good job. We're trying to get to Enchanted Rock before sunset, so we'll be heading out around two," Angela explained.

Three hours later, the eight of us piled into Ben's Tahoe and made the trip to Enchanted Rock. I wasn't actually looking forward to it, but Bella seemed a little excited, so I didn't mind. Also, the joint in my pocket was going to make it a little more exciting.

We each paid the six dollars to get into the park before we piled out of the vehicle and made our way to one of the many trails.

"Look what I have." Emmett pulled out a blunt from his shirt pocket, causing Eric to attempt a cartwheel only to faceplant.

"Hey," I called out to Bella, signaling her over with my finger. "Want some?"

She stared at the joint in my hand and glanced towards the group as they walked ahead of us. "What about them?"

"Emmett brought a blunt. They'll be good sharing that. I hope."

"Okay."

Bella and I stayed a good twenty yards behind everyone as I lit the joint, inhaled and passed it to her.

"Such a fucking nice day out," I commented lamely as she held the joint between her fingers.

She inhaled and said, "I know," then exhaled and coughed.

"Nice."

We passed the joint between the two of us a couple more times before Bella's eyes began to glaze over and she shook her head, refusing another hit.

I put the joint out on a rock and carefully placed it in my pocket. Maybe I'd smoke the rest on the way back to the car.

"Why the fuck are they walking so fast?" I asked suddenly.

Bella just shrugged. "I have no idea. The one place people are expected to take leisurely strolls, and they are speed walking."

This had me in hysterics. "Leisurely strolls? Bella, honestly. When have you ever taken a leisurely stroll?"

Bella stared at me for a second before she was also in hysterics. "I don't even know. I guess right now counts or something." She sighed. "I'm so fucking thirsty."

"I didn't realize this would be such a fucking hike," I said, slightly out of breath. "Oh, I almost forgot." I pulled a Naked Mighty Mango bottle of juice from my pocket.

"Oh my God, I love you right now." Bella squealed, stealing the bottle from my hands.

I watched as she unscrewed the cap, brought the bottle to her lips and tilted her head back to thirst her quench. I mean, quench her thirst.

"What?" She laughed as she wiped her mouth.

"Nothing," I lied. "Don't even think about drinking all of that," I warned.

After we finally made it to the top of rock, or mountain, whatever the fuck it was, we all wandered around, staring in awe at the amazing view.

Finding a secluded area, which was hard to do since people apparently loved this place, I sat down and let my feet hang over the edge as I pulled the leftover joint from my pocket.

"Whoa, watch the fuck out!" I snapped at Bella, who knelt down to sit next to me.

"Chill."

"Well, it would be a fucking shame if you fell; that's all I'm saying," I said, shaking my head.

Letting her feet dangle over the edge next to mine, Bella leaned close to me and said, "Thanks for eating the toast earlier. It was really weird, but nice of you."

"It wasn't that bad."

"Oh, give it up, Edward! It was awful."

"You're right. It was awful. Next time we cook, you're not allowed in the kitchen, you hear me?"

"No argument there."

When we made it back to Ben's place, the evening was spent grilling, drinking and shooting our beer cans with a 12 gauge.

I have to admit, watching Bella handle a firearm was fucking hot. She was a natural, too, claiming she was taught how to handle firearms because her father had been Chief of Police in Washington. Either way, I was hard, and I was pretty sure the other guys were, too.

When we were all sufficiently full of brisket and whiskey, the girls went inside to do whatever it was girls do while we stayed outside to smoke a bowl.

A little later, I was getting tired of the cock fest so I made my way to the bedroom. I undressed down to my boxers in a matter of seconds and crawled into the bed Bella and I were sharing, assuming she was already asleep.

"Bella," I whispered close to her ear. "Bella, are you asleep?"

"No," she breathed, turning her body so my lips were almost touching hers.

"Oh. I thought you'd be asleep," I said lamely.

Shaking her head, she scooted a little closer to me. All I could think about was how fucking hot she was with that shotgun earlier.

"Why are you shaking?" I asked quietly.

"I'm not. I'm not," she repeated for some reason.

"I can't sleep," I admitted.

"Me either."

"I also can't stop thinking about you."

Silence.

It sounded like a fucking lame line, and I was pretty sure that's what she thought. But it was the goddamn truth.

Letting my hand snake down between us, I stared in her eyes through the darkness, waiting for her to object. She didn't.

So I pushed further, letting my fingers hook around the edge of her underwear and, fuck, was she wet and warm. I just needed to be in her, somehow.

"Hey, Bella?" I asked with a smirk. All she could do was nod. "I was thinking, you know, maybe we could...have a little fun?" I asked smugly.

"Okay." She breathed and lifted her hips slightly, granting me access.

I pushed her underwear to the side and slid one finger in her, then two. She gasped out in relief, or something, and melted into the bed.

My lips found her neck as she moaned, and I had to smile. With my teeth biting her earlobe, she squirmed around the bed as I rubbed her clit incredibly slow.

"Oh my- fuck," she panted with each rub of my thumb.

"Feel good?"

"Yes. Yessss."

Bella's hand reached down and found its way into my boxers.

"Fuck," I hissed as she grabbed on to me.

"You need to fuck me now."

I didn't need to be told twice.

I hopped off the bed, almost twisting my fucking ankle, and grabbed a condom out of my bag. I rolled it on as Bella threw her shirt on the floor then straddled me, sliding down my cock in one swift move.

"Oh, shit," I said in shock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Bella let out a laugh or a moan as she leaned down and let her lips linger on my neck, breathing warm air all over me.

I let my lips find hers and kissed her, hard, while wrapping my hands around the back of her head. It wasn't lost on me that this was the first time we had kissed.

She pulled away and sat up, so I did too, keeping myself in her.

Bella held on to my neck as she pumped up and down. I pushed her hair out of her face, off her sweaty forehead. I kissed her again, because I wanted to; because it felt right.

"Bell, slow down," I said with a small laugh. I wanted this to last. I needed to fucking last.

"No," she pumped faster, scratching my neck with her fingernails.

I wrapped an arm around her and threw her on her back, so she was lying under me. I pushed, infuriatingly slow, into her and smiled.

"Stop," she snapped. "Just fuck me."

"I am."

"No, you're not."

"I'm in you. I am fucking you," I said, starting to get annoyed. What the fuck was she talking about?

"No," she said again, this time with a glare. "You're not. Just make me come."

That pissed me off. I grabbed onto the headboard and began thrusting as she twisted her hands in my hair.

"Is this better? You want it rough, huh?"

"Yes," she said a little louder, wrapping her ankles around my waist, making me push deeper. "Yes."

Not even a minute later, she was squirming under me, cursing and making the most beautiful fucking sound I'd ever heard.

With one hand holding onto the headboard and the other holding on to her hip, I pushed and growled as I came harder than I ever had before.

"Fuuuck, Bella," I panted as I dropped my head on her shoulder.

I laid there for a minute, letting our bodies stick together and just breathed her in. Slowly pulling out, I kissed along her jaw before walking to the bathroom to clean up. When I got back Bella was gone, which I assumed was to use the bathroom down the hall.

I fell asleep before she made it back.

A/N: Surprised? Yeah, so am I. I didn't have any intentions of letting them sleep together for a while. Poor MoJo40 had to endure an email from me that more or less stated that these two "really need to fuck". Hope that isn't too crude; it was the truth.