Jacob wasn't coming back tonight. I knew his schedule and habits like the back of my hand. He was pissed off when he left, so that meant he was going to end the night between Leah's legs. I was cool with that. With any luck, I'd have Edward between mine. It was a win/win situation.

"You're home is very … bare," Edward commented after having given him the tour. I showed him everything but the girls' rooms.

I never felt very comfortable in this apartment. It didn't feel like mine. Although, my name was the only one on the lease, I shared it with Jacob and the girls. Jacob was only around for the obvious reasons, and I still felt responsible for Alice and Rose, even when they were in school. I guess it was my cross to bear for what I let happen to Charles. I had to step up and be the only parent that they had.

"Yeah, but I'm not here much anyway. Besides, once Jacob is taken care of, I don't plan on staying here. It already seems tainted."

"And where would you go?"

I shrugged and motioned for him to follow me into the kitchen. I handed him a beer from the fridge. "I don't know. I thought that I would buy a house or something. Something big enough for me and my sisters for when they came to visit, but now …" I trailed off, unsure of anything anymore. "They probably don't want to be with me now, so maybe a small studio close to the warehouse. For all I know, I'll end up sleeping in the warehouse."

I watched Edward watch me as he took lazy pulls from the bottle. Lips never looked so sexy wrapped around glass.

"How's the knee?" he asked when he put the bottle down. It was a sad moment, and I already missed the bob of his Adam's apple.

"I took two Percocet to dull the ache. I'll keep popping those until I can schedule a cortisone shot. I'll live."

"That bad?" he asked, with a furrow of his eyebrows.

"I think I fucked it up the other day in the office." I didn't elaborate which day because we both knew what I was talking about.

Rudely, though I'd never say it out loud, Edward pulled out his phone and began texting. I didn't want to appear rude so I busied myself with wiping down a clean counter.

"Tomorrow," he said, putting away his phone, "at eleven o'clock. Dr. Shay will be stopping by with the shot and to check out you knee," he finished, his words laced with authority.

"Mr. Cullen, really, thank you, but that's not necessary. Something is probably out of whack. I'm sure I can rehab it back."

"I insist." A familiar tone-a tone that was final.

I inwardly sighed. "Thank you, Mr. Cullen."

He took another slow pull from the bottle before making his way over to me.

"Why do you continue to call me Mr. Cullen even though I allowed you to use my name?" He was inches from me, staring into my eyes, and speaking softly yet seductively.

I was getting drunk off his cologne-something I didn't recognize but would gladly visit any retail establishment to find. With my luck, it was probably something specially imported from Italy.

I swallowed roughly, ignoring the sting. "Because we're not friends, and you're a Cullen. I was raised to respect that name."

"Then don't you think it's disrespectful to call me Mr. Cullen when I told you to call me Edward?" Good point. "And we could be friends, you know?" He rubbed his nose along my neck. "We could be good friends."

My eyes fluttered closed as I felt the swift swipe of his tongue on the crook of my neck. "Why me and why now?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper. "I thought I wasn't in your league."

"I don't remember that day in New York. Ever since you told me earlier, I've been trying to find a reason as to why I would reject someone so beautiful, so … deadly." His voice was as low as mine and as seductive as it was in the bar.

Courageously, I wrapped my hand around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape. I took a deep sniff before I began placing my own kisses up and down his neck. I went up a little, taking his earlobe in my mouth and nibbling before letting it go again. "You could kill me and not think twice about it."

"So could you," he countered. "Show me your room again."

..ooOOoo..

It was love at first cock sighting.

"Mr. Cullen," I purred as he stood in front of me, unabashedly stroking himself. "I thought we agreed to leave our weapons in the living room," I joked. I laid back on the bed, propped up on my elbows, still dressed in my underwear. Things had moved too quickly between us, but I couldn't find a fuck to give. I wanted this man- had for years already-and if he wanted me back, then I wasn't going to overanalyze and, most likely, screw it all up. I'd think about the consequences later. It wasn't as if I was going to be overshadowed by guilt for cheating on Jacob.

"Does this scare you, Isabella?" he asked while stalking toward me.

"Very much." I nodded. I knelt on the bed and began removing my bra.

"Now those can make a grown man cry." He knelt on the bed in front of me and ran his thumb over my already sensitive nipples. He lowered his head and began licking around the areola and never touching where I needed him to. I twisted my fingers in his hair, locking them there. His strands were definitely as soft as they looked. "Lay back," he instructed."I'm going to fuck you, Isabella. Don't confuse it with lovemaking. This is going to be hard and fast."

He held himself in his hands, rubbing it at my entrance but never actually going in. After a short thirty seconds of this, I could feel myself dripping with desire and arousal that wasn't met. "Fuck me, already," I sneered. Literally taking matters into my own hands, I grabbed his cock and easily glided it inside. Edward growled in either pleasure or irritation at the control being taken away from him. Either way, I couldn't care less. My breath hitched at finally feeling him inside me. For the first time, I felt full and satisfied, and we hadn't actually moved yet.

His eyes softened for a brief moment-a tender moment. He traced his finger down my temple and cheek before he gently stoked the fading ligature marks around my neck. Before it could grow uncomfortable, he lowered his head, breathing on my neck in the most seductive manner. My eyes rolled to the back of head with the most exotic pleasure. His lips ran the length of the bruise before placing one wet kiss and extracting himself from my neck.

He began thrusting into me, but not as hard as I needed it. I tried meeting each of his thrusts but they were fast and frantic. With one hand finding its way back to his hair, my other began rubbing furiously at my clit.

Edward propped one leg on his shoulder and held the other in the air, holding it up behind my thigh. Finally, he pushed into me harder. Painfully harder, but fuck if it didn't feel good. As cliché as it sounded, his cock was made for me; molded by God to bring me pleasure.

"Ung … uh … uh. Fuck ... fuck …" I panted as he began hitting spots that no one else had ever reached. I started to remove my hand to cup my breast, but he stopped me before I could.

"Don't … you fucking … dare," he warned. I brought my hand down again just as he brought his up. His fingers began twisting and pinching. For a moment, I was lost in thought just looking at his fingers. They were long, slightly calloused, and neatly trimmed. Cleanliness be damned, I needed those fingers in my mouth. Extracting my hand from his glorious hair, I grabbed his hand, sticking his index and middle finger in my mouth. I sucked on them greedily. They tasted like salt, sweat, and what I could only imagine was his pre-cum. It wasn't the most appealing taste, but they were his tastes, and that was enough to drive me insane.

He pounded into me. The force and sting of skin on skin contact echoed off the walls. I locked eyes with him as my tongue licked up his fingers only to be engulfed once again.

"Do you like sucking on things?" he grunted out, never ceasing his movements.

"I like sucking… on your things," I panted.

"Are you … saying … God, damn. You'd like to … suck … my cock?" he asked between thrusts.

"I'm saying I'd love to suck your cock, Mr. Cullen."

With one last deep slam, he removed himself from me. "On your knees, Isabella." I complied quickly, eager to introduce my face to the one thing that had brought me pleasure like nothing else before.

I licked from shaft to tip, getting a feel for what, exactly, I'd be working with. It was bigger than average, but not overly so. I wrapped my lips around the tip, at the same time bring my eyes to look at his. They were only open for a moment, before they fell shut in pleasurably agony. Starting slowly, I bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue as much as I could. Slowly, I picked up speed and added more suction.

I looked up again to see his head thrown back, and he eyes still closed, only tighter this time. I removed my mouth all together, instead, pumping him with my hand. I watched as his eyes snapped open, showing the tiniest hint of disappointment. I grinned evilly at him before I ducked my head and captured a testicle between my lips.

"Fucking shit," he hissed, fisting my hair. One hand kept stroking him as the other massaged the testicle that wasn't being warmed in my mouth. I alternated between the three-licking, sucking, and massaging.

"Turn … turn around," he spluttered out while I had his dick in my mouth. I inwardly laughed. He was a second away from blowing his load, and he had to stop before he did. I didn't say anything, though, and did as I was told. He didn't touch me right away, and I could hear him steadily breathing behind me. When I finally heard the rustling of fabric, I braced myself for what was about to come. I braced my hand against the mattress, feeling the cool steel of the bowie knife I kept underneath it at all times. I stretched my neck a bit to see if the gun a kept attached to the side of the nightstand was still there. It was.

Feeling the knife and seeing the gun was a harsh reminder that I didn't trust the man currently between my legs. Sure, I was crushing on him hard, despite the attempted strangulation and almost death, but I knew that at the end of the night, he could put a bullet through my head and walk away as if he knew nothing.

But I just couldn't bring myself to stop.

I felt his hands grip my hips, and I relished the feel of his hands on me. He bent over, placing kisses down my spine. My eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy, the feeling way too intimate for this casual hook-up. His lips left my back abruptly.

He lined himself up before crashing into me. "Ooohh, God," I moaned. Gripping my hips tighter, he slammed into me over and over. It was euphoric. My stomach muscles began to tighten seconds before I experienced the first orgasm. It was amazing-damn near life altering-but it wasn't enough. I wasn't done. Thankfully, neither was he.

I bent down lower, supporting all my upper body weight on my shoulders. Reaching back with both hands, I spread myself open wider, wanting to feel nothing but his cock sliding in and out with no impediments.

I felt one hand leave my hips and roughly grab hold of my hair, causing my body to arch. With a few more erratic thrusts and grunts, Edward stilled, spilling his seed inside of me. Edward laid on the bed, spent, and almost automatically, I turned and snuggled to his side. Before I could actually fathom my actions, Edward's hand found the back of my neck and began stroking the skin there tenderly. It was another intimate moment that I was pretty sure he wasn't aware of.

We spent a sparse ten minutes in that position before he made to get up. I sat up, watching him get dressed. I'd never admit it out loud, but I was sad to see him go. This was why it was harder for women to have casual encounters. What was supposed to be nothing but sex, turned into something emotional-for me at least.

"So what number am I on Edward Cullen's bedpost?" I asked more bitterly than I had intended. He stopped fiddling with his belt and glared at me.

"Do you want to be one of my whores?" he asked just as snidely.

His question and tone caught me off guard, making me hesitate. It's not that I wanted to be one of his whores. I wanted more. I didn't want him to have any whores-only me- but that wasn't going to happen.

"No," I answered when he continued to look at me. It hurt my heart when I saw the look of relief on his face.

I watched as he finished getting dressed and followed him into the living room to get his gun and phone. I was unashamed that I remained naked.

I walked him to the door but remained hidden behind it.

"I'll talk to my father tonight. With the agreed terms, I don't think he'd have a problem with it."

It was like reality came crashing back down on me once again. I forgot about the Jacob issue, even the whole beef Alice had with me. It was scary how lost in pleasure and fantasy I allowed myself to get while with the man before me.

"Thank you," I nodded quickly. We stood there awkwardly, neither of us really knowing how to say goodbye. With a quick kiss to the forehead, Edward was the first to walk away.

Three hours later, I received a text saying we had a deal.

Now all I had to do was kill Jacob Black.

AN: Someone had asked about a piece from EPOV. Is that something anyone else would be interested in? Let me know. Also, on a side note, for the few that are still reading MoBM, I'm working on getting an update out there within a week.