AN: I am SO sorry for the delay. I know I promised to update at 35 reviews, and I cannot express how sorry I am. My boyfriend of 5 years and I just found out I'm 12 weeks pregnant, and so we finally decided to move in together. So yeah, I've been pretty busy. I will update probably by TUESDAY, so stay alert. (:
Thank you all who took the time to review and such. I'm trying to reply back to all of you, but I get lost so easily. So sorry if I missed you.
So now....on with it! (Sorry for it being a short chapter)
POV: Bella
Lemons: Eh, a mild one.
The sun was blinding as I woke up the next morning. Remnants from last night came flooding my mind. I could hear the shower running, smiling I rolled out of bed, made my way across the room and silently opened the bathroom door.
I could faintly make out, Emmett's body through the sliding glass door. His head was bowed down, while one hand rested on the tile wall in front of him, and the other was wrapped around his hard member. Water was cascading down his back, over his naked bottom, and down his toned sexy legs until it disappeared into the drain.
Smirking, I licked my lips and slowly slid one side of the door open. I didn't think he heard me come in, because he didn't look up. As I came closer to him, I noticed his eyes were close.
His muscles in his back and biceps flexed with every movement. I was getting wet just looking at him pleasing himself.
I closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around his waist and kissing his shoulder blade. "Need some help?" I whispered, standing on my tip toes to kiss his pulse point.
He moaned, turning his head until his blue eyes met mine. "Mm...Bella."
I let go of his waist, and waited for him to turn and fully face me. When he did, I lightly ran my fingers down his pecs, and then down his abs until my right hand covered his over his dick. He leaned down and captured my lips with his. I brought my free hand around his neck as we both worked him to his release.
I felt him shoot his load onto my stomach. I laughed at his apologetic face after he came down from his high. "I'm so sorry, Be-"
I stopped him with a peck on his lips, "don't worry about it. I can wash it off."
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"Thanks for letting me borrowyour shirt," I said when we were checking out of the hotel. The receptionist was fucking slow as hell. Emmett looked down at me and smirked. "It looks better on you." He winked and then went back to arranging things with the receptionist.
I tuned them out and just stared at Emmett. I was so damn lucky for having him help me out. I had never met a guy as nice, hot, and with a sense of humor that he had. And especially with his stamina. After out little 'incident' in the bathroom this morning, we had a quickie in the shower after he had finished washing my hair.
Then when we were getting dressed, one glance at each other and the clothes were on the floor again. I was getting concerned. Sure, I had a physical attraction towards him. But, I also wanted more than just sex. It was so unlike me to start having feelings for someone I just met. Yet here I was, falling in like with him.
When we got to L.A. I was planning on asking him what he wanted to do about our...situation -- for lack of a better word. I wanted to know everything there was to know about, Emmett McCarty.
I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. Emmett was starring at me with concern on his face, "You alright? You kind of dozed off there."
I blushed. "Yeah I'm fine, sorry I was just thinking."
He nodded, entwining our fingers together as we walked out of the lobby and onto the busy street. Emmett led us over to his red F-150 and opened the door for me like a true gentleman, then he ran over to his side and got in.
"We'll be in L.A. by...3 depending on traffic. Did you want to call your dad to pick you up at a certain place, or do you want me to drive you there?" He asked as he merged back onto the highway.
I pondered that for a minute, "I don't know. I mean, he hasn't even called me to make sure I'm okay. I don't want to go back with him, but I have no where else to go either" I sighed, pulling out my cellphone from my hoodie. "I'll just call him and see if he can pick me up."
I quickly dialed his cell number and put it on speaker. It rang once. "Bella! Isabella Marie Swan, where the hell have you been? I've been so damn worried."
"What the hell dad?" I yelled back, "you leave me in the middle of no where, don't come back for me, and now hours later when I call you, you expect me to answer to you?"
He stayed quiet, but I could still hear his hard breathing on the other side, so I knew he hadn't hanged up. Taking a deep breath to calm myself I spoke again, "look dad. I'm sorry okay? For everything. I'm fine though, I'm on my way to L.A. right now, can you pick me up around three?"
Emmett, motioned for the phone but I shook my head mouthing a silent 'no'. "Tell him to pick you up at Chavez Cafe on East 7th street, at" he looked at the clock on the dashboard and then thought about it, " at three-thirty." he whispered.
I relayed that information to Charlie, who reluctantly agreed. He didn't like the idea of me hitch hiking, but seeing as he never went to pick me up, he had to accept the fact that it was his fault too.
After hanging up there was a short awkward silence. "He didn't even ask who you were with."
I looked at Emmett, and cocked my head to the side. "What?" I asked.
He cleared his throat, but didn't meet my eyes. "I said...he didn't even ask you who you were with, or anything like that. He just. He just automatically started bitching at you."
He really didn't ask that. I shrugged, "Hm, guess he was too busy." I said, then turned to look out the window.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked, not looking at him. Just starring at the cars we passed on the highway.
"You kind of already did," he laughed. I giggled too, and then sighing I turned to look at him "Sure, ask away." he said.
"What is this?" I asked motioning between both of us.
He cocked an eyebrow, and briefly glanced at me before turning back to look at the road. "What do you mean?"
"I mean. What's our relationship? Am I just a random fuck, or do you plan on still keeping in touch after this?"
He sighed running his hand through his short black hair. "Bella, we need to talk. There's something you ought to know about me."
Uh-Oh cheerios. What do you think he needs to tell her? I want to know what you're thinking. :)
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