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BPOV
Mmm. I felt myself being shifted but couldn't wake up enough to care who was moving me or why I was being moved. I had been having the best dream.
Edward.
Just the name gives me chills. He was so sweet. We talked and laughed and he never even attempted to take advantage of me. He was a perfect gentleman. Honestly, I had been kind of hoping he would have takenadvantage. Not that the night wasn't ideal either way.
But back to my dream. I could almost feel the warmth of his body next to me, though it didn't seem nearly as real as it had before I had been jostled. Curse what ever woke me up!
I wasn't giving up though; I wanted to finish that dream. Our bodies were intertwined in ways that one could only dream of. He was the whole package, and my fantasies were getting better and better as I was getting to know him.
I knew my dream had nothing on the real thing, him or his body, but I would take it. Come on Bella, sleep!
Ack! This isn't working. The dream is gone; I would have to wait until tonight to reclaim him. Unless, of course, I could find him today and see if he would stop being so gentlemanly…like I was brave enough to ask!
Stretching out, not quite ready to make a go at the day I realized I was not in my bed. I froze mid-stretch, trying to figure out why exactly I had been sleeping on the couch. Then I heard a chuckle. A decisively manly chuckle. I opened one eye to peak at the person that had made the noise.
Oh!
"Hey," my voice still throaty from sleep.
"Hi," the god with the crooked smile said. I closed my eyes again.
I still must be dreaming. Though he had an awful lot of clothes on to be in one of my dreams. And that hair – he has the greatest hair – all disheveled from sleep, so sexy. Even the boy's hair made me horny!
Wait – I don't think I could even dream of him looking as hot as he just did, all wrinkled and ruffled.
Okay. Not a dream.
Opening up my eyes fully, looking at the ceiling as I let them adjust to the light, I finally looked back over at him, sitting very properly in the recliner that sat across the room from me. I couldn't help but smile. "Did you sleep in the chair all night?"
"Uh, no, I was actually on the couch with you until just a few minutes ago," he said as he ran his hands through his hair. He had to stop that before I jumped him!
"I'm sorry, did I kick you or something? I'm a pretty active sleeper." Guess that is why the warmth I felt in the dream was so real. Too bad the rest wasn't.
He chuckled almost nervously, "No, no. I just had to, um, move. I didn't mean to wake you, it is still early."
I pouted, "Was it my morning breath?"
He laughed loudly this time. "No. Your breath is fine," he moved from the chair and knelt in front of me, kissing me sweetly on the lips as if to prove his point. His breath was fine as well. I resisted pulling him onto me and fulfilling my fantasy.
"Mmm. Then why the need to move?"
He only shook his head and kept that flirty smile on his lips.
"Come on Edward, why did you have to move? I can tell there is a reason. Did something happen?"
Again with the nervous laugh.
I gave him my best puppy dog look, mustering every ounce of cute innocence I could, "Tell me, please?"
"Bella, it's nothing," he said, standing up and slumping into the chair again. He was still tired, I just wanted to know why he would have gotten up if he had wanted to sleep more.
Maybe he wasn't into the spooning thing. Maybe I moved too much. Maybe I was talking…oh shit!
I felt my face burn with embarrassment. That's why he moved! I was talking in my sleep. I probably said something horrible or horribly embarrassing.
"Oh God, I was talking wasn't I?"
Not waiting for confirmation I flipped myself face down on the couch, burying my head into the cushion and bringing the blanket over me. I felt tears burning my eyes, my response to being angry with myself for not controlling my mouth while I slept.
I felt the blanket being pulled back. He put a hand on my back; lightly rubbing it in what I guess should be a comforting gesture, though it was only making the situation more unbearable.
"What did I say?" He didn't respond immediately so I turned my head to the side, only to come face to face with him. "Edward, tell me please. God, I feel so dumb right now. Just tell me so that I can kick myself in the ass properly."
There goes that damn hand through his hair again! "Bella, it was nothing."
"Whatever it was, it was enough that you felt you had to get away from me!" I protested.
"You were just dreaming," he shrugged.
"I know! But what did I say?" This was frustrating. I needed to know if I would ever be able to look at him again. I knew what I was dreaming about. I knew I was dreaming about him. I knew I was doing way more than PG-13 things with him in the dream, more than R even. I could only imagine what I might have said.
"Well…you didn't really say much except my name," he finished with a whisper.
That didn't sound so bad. I mean I did fall asleep with him last night, was it such a surprise that I would dream about him? But – wait.
"What do you mean by I didn't say much except your name?" I put the same nuance he had on the sentence.
His lips curled into a smile now. I licked my lips involuntarily at the sexiness of his expression.
"You may have more moaned my name…" he trailed off lamely. I looked at him, knowing he wasn't telling me everything. With a sigh he continued. "And there were other words, like 'harder' and 'faster' sprinkled in there." His tone was apologetic. Oh god! But he didn't give me time to react before he blurted, "Not a big deal. I am a little hungry. I am going to go fix us some breakfast, what would you like?"
Was he kidding? Food? As if I wasn't just going to curl up and die right now out of sheer humiliation! He was so mortified by my dream that he felt the need to sit in a chair and wait for me to wake up and now he wants to have fucking breakfast! I just buried my head again, this time the tears came.
"Bella, what's wrong? It's okay."
"Edward! No it's not!" his eyes were wide at my sudden and loud response, "I am so sorry, you so don't have to stay. God I'm sorry…I am sorry I put you in such an awkward position." That's me, the queen of awkward, even in my sleep! I put my face against the couch again.
His hand was still on my back and I could feel movement. I peaked over to see why he would be shaking. He was laughing. What the hell! I hid my face again.
"Bella," I could feel his breath on my ear, "I wasn't uncomfortable. I only moved because I didn't think it was right for me to be as turned on as I was with you asleep in my arms. I didn't want you to wake up next to me panting and hard, like I was going to molest you in your sleep or something."
He was aroused by my sleep moaning? "Really?" I turned my head so that I could see his face again.
"Uh, yeah." He smiled that silly dazzling smile again and a crooked eyebrow, with a tone and a look on his face that said 'obviously'.
"You aren't offended that I would be having my way with you in my dreams?" I was feeling a bit better, if he could admit it turned him on, I could admit what the dreams were about.
He snickered and put his hand over his eyes, "Bella, I have been having fantasies about having my way with you since the first time I met you. And I am very sure my dreams are much more graphic than yours."
"The library?" I asked him. I know that was where a lot of my dreams happened. I never wanted to dream about work before him.
He looked at me with a knowing look. "A lot of the time, yes." I giggled.
"Me too. Yesterday was like a dream come true, by the way."
He leaned over and kissed me. "One of mine, too actually." he said almost hoarsely.
I kissed him this time quickly, making a move to sit up. "So, are you going to tell me about some of your dreams? I want details." I teased.
Before I realized what was happening he picked me up, cradling me against him as if I weighed nothing at all, and put his mouth to my ear, "Why don't I show you?" He began walking towards my room.
"What about breakfast? You said you were hungry?" I questioned, kicking my legs to get out of his arms.
I wasn't trying too hard though.
"Mmm, I'm hungry for something else right now…if you don't mind," he said, beseeching me with his beautiful eyes. I smiled and gestured for him to continue.
Once we were in my room he kicked the door closed behind us, making his way to the bed, where he gently put me down so I was sitting on the edge.
He looked like he might be as ready for this as I was. His breath was heavy and his voice was husky. "So, where should I start?"
Breathe Bella!
"Uh, wherever…" I whispered, trying to keep my excitement under wraps. I could play along.
His smile widened. "Well, I know that we have far too many clothes on right now for it to resemble any of my dreams." Mine too.
I started to take off my tank – what? So I was a little eager. I looked up at him before completely taking it off; he looked slightly shocked so I dropped the hem, letting it fall back into place.
"Oh, no. Please continue," he said; his voice full of desire.
I didn't hesitate this time, standing up in front of him I quickly pulled it over my head. His eyes roamed from my eyes, to my lips, to my breast as if trying to decide where to go first. His intense gaze, while slightly unnerving, was also turning me on.
He made his decision quickly, crushing his lips to mine while his hands cupped my breasts possessively, his thumbs working my nipples until they were hard under his touch. I pressed against his hands, wanting more. He quickly moved his mouth to one of my nipples where he began licking and biting it while his hand began to pinch the other. He alternated his mouth and hands until I felt like I might explode from the pleasure, the tension swirling in my body.
"Edward, I need you."
This was what he needed to hear. He pulled his attention from my breast to begin trailing kisses along my body in a lazy pattern, using his tongue and teeth generously against my sensitive skin. My breaths were uneven and heavy; I wasn't sure how much longer I would be able to stand.
When he reached the waistband of my pants he did not hesitate as he had before – thank God! He just continued kissing exposed skin, pulling the soft material down as he went bringing my panties with them. He mouth grazed the top of my mound and my knees buckled, but he held me not letting me fall, but he stopped then.
I looked down at him, on his knees in front of me, imploring him to continue but this time he did not oblige. Standing, he pulled me up to meet his mouth and then swiftly moved us to the bed. He positioned me so that I was under him, completely naked in the middle of my bed, where he moved down between my legs.
He kissed my folds tenderly, sliding his fingers in their wetness but I made a quick decision and I reached down before he went any further, pulling his face up so his eyes would meet mine. "Edward, we are talking about dreams, you have already shown me that one."
He nodded, agreeing eagerly, understanding what I wanted. Kissing my wet pussy once more, sliding his tongue inside for the briefest of moments, almost breaking my resolve, he moved so he again hovered over me, leaning into my body, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself mixed with him and it only made me hotter.
Running my hand through his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss I decided that I didn't want to wait any longer. I broke away from his lips, realizing while I was laid out naked as the day I was born, he was still fully clothed.
"Edward, none of my dreams have you with quite this many clothes on," I huffed. "Roll over."
He did as he was told. Enthusiastically, I might add.
I positioned myself above him now, aligning us so that my core was against the top of his thigh, the friction from the material causing me to grind myself against him, eliciting a groan from his chest. I could feel his erection straining against his jeans.
Suddenly the most important thing was to free him from his constraints. I tried to be patient, I wanted to take my time removing all of his clothes and I knew if the jeans when first the rest may not happen at this point. With this in mind I went to work on his shirt first.
Buttons!
I am barely able to deal with buttons in everyday situations much less when I am overheating. I fumbled with this momentarily before I growled. I felt Edward laugh beneath me.
"Take it off," I ordered. Obediently, he moved me down his body so that he could sit up, unbuttoning the top buttons before pulling it and his undershirt off and tossing it over the side of the bed.
Screw Channing Tatum, these were the abs that my dreams were made of.
He wasn't hard and beefy, but, boy, you could tell he worked out. I ran my hand up his body slowly. Suddenly feeling very patient, I decided that I needed to lick him all over.
I brushed my lips to his and began staggering kisses down his neck to his chest where I began working my tongue and mouth against his skin in a less skillful way than he had mine, but when he moaned my name I knew I was doing something right so I continued down his torso, tracing every muscle with my tongue until I arrived at the top of his jeans.
Knowing what waited under them sent a fresh wave of heat through my body. I didn't falter getting these buttons undone. He sighed in relief as his arousal was released from its restraint, with only the thin covering of boxers acting as a barrier from being completely free. Throwing my legs to one side of him, I indicated for him to lift his ass so I could pull the jeans and then, very slowly, the boxers off of him. Now he groaned in anticipation.
I moved so that I was positioned fully at the bottom of the bed beside him and reached over, cupping his balls in my hand, eliciting a sharp gasp. I turned so I could see his face, his eyes focused on my hands on his crotch. Lightly massaging him in one hand, I used my other to stroke the entire length of his hard cock, sliding my hand up the shaft slowly and then back down in one motion, he pushed his hips into my hand, trying to make me stroke him faster. I was tempted to give him what he wanted when I remembered that I wanted to do so much more, and I wanted to do it soon – now.
As I stroked him one final time I ducked my head down on him and took him into my mouth slowly, pulling the entire length in, feeling him against the back of my throat. I tasted him and my body quivered, again I felt my core flood with desire. I was dripping by now. As if reading my mind Edward's hands moved to head, gently bring me out of my daze, reminding me of my resolve.
"Bella, dreams, remember?" He smiled that crooked smile and I knew I would do anything for him. And this – I wanted to do this anyway. I slid my lips up his length, releasing the head with a pop.
I climbed back up his body, rubbing myself against his cock, the slickness of my juices covering him, before settling onto his stomach so I could kiss him fully. He sucked on my tongue, letting me explore his mouth for a small time before he flipped us over so his weight was pressed on me.
He positioned himself so that his erection was probing me gently before he looked into my eyes, wanting the 'okay'. I would have to teach him that if I was naked and wet under him that there was no need to ask. Later! I just nodded this time.
As if he were afraid I would break, and remembering the size of his cock maybe he had a point, he eased himself into me. Being an impatient person, I thrust my hips up so that I felt him hit the depths of me.
"Oh." I breathed for the first time since he entered. I didn't move, nor did he as I adjusted to the sheer volume that now filled me.
"You okay?" he asked; a tinge of worry in his voice under the raspy desire.
"Yes, oh yes." was my immediate and groaning response.
Well that and jutting my hips hard against him to create the friction I needed. He responded ardently with a loud moan.
He moved above me slowly and carefully, pulling back occasionally, still concerned with my comfort. I guess my constant moaning and ragged breathing weren't enough to reassure him.
"Faster…Edward…please." I pleaded more than once. He would speed up for a short time before slowing to his original pace.
It felt great, don't get me wrong, any other time I would have been just enjoying the ride. But I needed more right now, this desire had been building for weeks now and I needed it. Instant gratification, dammit!
Finally fed up with him being so careful with me, I pushed against him, forcing him to roll over. Moving with him, never letting him leave my body, I got him onto his back.
I pulled myself up so that I was straddling him, his cock sinking even deeper inside of me, making me cry out.
"Bella…you feel so good…Oh, god…" His voice was cracking and I knew he wanted more, he was just trying to be so damned gentlemanly.
He put his hands on my waist trying to set the pace but I didn't allow it. I moved his hands to my breasts and began moving against him at a slightly faster pace than he had set. Liking the rhythm that I had started, he arched his back sharply, the hard thrust this caused sent an entirely new sensation through me and I wanted that too.
I pushed myself onto him harder now and, at last giving into my desires completely, he began to match my every movement with fervor, driving his thick cock into my core until I felt myself begin to tighten around him. My fingers dug into his chest, balancing me.
"Edward," I moaned, trying to let him know how close I was.
"Come with me Bella, I want to hear you scream" he said in his husky, velvet voice and that signaled the end of me. My body gripped him tightly as I felt my body tighten around him, the tremors radiating out from where we were joined. I gave him the scream he asked for. I felt him buck beneath me at the same time, his own release coming with mine, making it that much better.
We rode out our climaxes together until I finally collapsed on top of him, spent. He kissed me tenderly as I snuggled against his chest, enjoying the feel of his body under me.
After some time I found my voice, "I don't know about you, but as good as my dreams are, they had nothing on that."
He sighed with satisfaction, "Nope, not even close."
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EmPOV
I was at the gym working out with the guys on the team when Rose texted me, asking if I wanted to meet her for dinner. She had class until 4:00pm, but she was done for the day then. We had been doing pretty well, spending the night at each other's apartments regularly.
Everything was great; we had even started getting into some of her toys, though she said she wasn't sure if she wanted to use the dog collar on me. I think she was afraid it would freak me out too much. But there wasn't much I wouldn't do with her. I trusted her more than she trusted herself sometimes.
I texted her back that we could meet at a pub by my house, so we could eat dinner and then hang out and drink afterwards before heading to my house for the night. A couple of the guys from the team kept teasing me about my girlfriend, asking when I was going to bring her in to meet them. When I told them we were going out to dinner they said they wanted to go too. I knew Rose followed the team so I figured she wouldn't be too mad if they tagged along. But I told them they had to be nice to her, threatening that if they weren't I'd have them running suicides until they graduated.
We agreed to meet at 5:30 which would give me enough time to shower, change and drop by Edward's apartment. He said he had something to give me and I was pretty sure he and Bella had hooked up so I wanted to ask how things had gone. He was like a lovesick puppy about that girl, I hoped it went well, or we would have sullen Edward Cullen to deal with.
After our work out ended, I got ready to leave and headed over to Edward's place. I called his cell but he didn't answer but I thought Jasper might be there so I wasn't worried. I parked outside their building and noticed Alice's car out front. She was probably upstairs with Edward. I thought about inviting them along with Rose and I tonight. I didn't think Rose had met Alice yet, so that would be cool.
I ran up the stairs, still pumped from the workout and banged on their door when I got to their apartment. No one answered but I could hear the TV on. I knocked again, and waited. Still nothing.
Well, I guess I would just have to use my key to get in. One of the guys was probably just passed out on the couch or something.
I opened the door and called out for my brother.
"Edward? You here man?"
Nothing.
I heard someone talking though and headed for the sound.
"Oh, Alice, oh god baby, that…ung…." Jasper groaned as he spoke.
What the hell?
"Jas…faster…" Alice's voice was loud as she growled at him.
That was my baby sister in there.
I was going to fucking kill him.
I didn't even stop to knock, I just threw the door open, and stormed in the room.
What I saw made my blood boil.
Jasper had Alice naked, bent over his desk, with one of his ties covering her eyes and the other was around his neck. Alice was pulling his tie down, forcing Jasper to curve his body around hers.
"What the fuck is going on here?" My words boomed across the room.
At the sound of my voice they both turned to me, Alice trying to pull down her blindfold, struggling to see.
"Jasper, get off my sister or I will tear you limb from fucking limb. And Alice, get some god damn clothes on!" I moved towards them, flexing my hands.
Jasper turned to me, putting himself between me and Alice.
"Emmett, calm down, man. We can talk about this in the living room in a few minutes, after we get dressed." His voice was too calm, I could tell he was nervous.
"If you think I am leaving you in here with my baby sister, dude, you have got to be crazy." I was shaking I was so angry.
Alice had grabbed a sheet off of the bed and was covering herself and Jasper with it. She leaned out from behind Jasper, glaring at me.
"Emmett, fuck off. I have a dad already and he doesn't give a shit what I do with Jasper so get the hell out!" She pointed at the door behind me.
"I seriously doubt dad knows you two are in here having kinky sex, Alice, so no, I won't "fuck off"
Jasper had his arm around Alice and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Whatever he said to her got her moving because she started picking up her clothes and putting them back on.
As she walked out of the room she stopped in front of me. "I understand that you think you need to defend my honor or some bullshit like that, but I am an adult and no matter what you think or say I am going to do what I want to." Her shoulder bumped hard me as she left.
"That's what you think." I called over my shoulder to her, before turning back to Jasper. He had pulled on his shorts and was facing me, his face set.
"You know, I could get you fired for this? Having sex with one of your students, not a good idea, Professor." My voice was low and cold, and I stepped towards him.
"Alice is no longer in my class, she dropped it a while ago. And your parents do know about us, and understand that what we have is very important to both of us." He was tense, obviously trying to keep himself in control. "I love Alice and she feels the same way about me, so I don't see what your problem is."
"You don't see what my problem is? The fact that you are fucking my 18 year old sister doesn't see like a problem? How old are you? 30?"
"I'm 26, not that it matters. Alice is an adult, like she said before."
He had no idea. Like I was going to stand by and let him use Alice for his kinky sex shit…he may have three degrees, but this guy was fucking stupid.
My fist connected with his face before I realized I had thrown the punch. The crunching sound of his nose breaking was the only noise in the room. He shirt was covered in blood as he looked down and then back up at me, his eyes black with anger.
He was shaking, angry, but he held himself back. I waited for him to hit me, hoping he would so I could kick his ass. He just shook his head.
"I'm not going to fight with you, Emmett." His hands were fisted at his sides. "As much as I would love to hit you, it would hurt Alice too much, and I will never consciously do anything to hurt her. I told you before, I love her and she feels the same way about me. Whatever problem you have with it, is just that. Your problem."
He stalked past me out the door and I could hear Alice's scream when she saw his face.
She started yelling at him about me, and I could hear him try to calm her down. Damn it, now the guy is telling her not to be angry with me, defending me to her. I knew he was only doing it so she wouldn't say something she would regret, but it burned me up. I sat down on his bed, my head in my hands. My baby sister.
"Emmett McCarty Cullen, I am not done with you! This is bullshit and you know it!" Her screams were muffled by the door and I had a feeling she was being held back physically from coming in to confront me.
The soft groan she made let me know that Jasper had definitely won this battle, but I wasn't done with them. I may not be able to tell her what to do but I sure as hell would let him know if he hurt Alice, even a tiny bit, that I would kill him.
They left shortly after, and I looked at my watch. Shit. I needed to get going if I was going to meet Rose on time. I couldn't wait to see her, this was turning out to be a shitty day and I needed to talk to Rose. She was always able to calm me down when I got irrational which happened more often than she would like I'm sure.
I made it to the pub just in time to see Jacob and his friends walk in the door. I hollered but they couldn't hear me over the band that was playing, so I started looking for Rose.
She was waiting for me in a booth in the corner, with one of her books open on the table. I hesitated so that I could look at her for a minute without her noticing.
She was reading, and as she did she would wave her hand around occasionally, talking to herself as she did, working out whatever problem it was that she was thinking about. It was the cutest thing. I don't know if she even realized she did it, but I loved to watch her study. It was so sexy when she would suck on the end of her pen, twirling it around her mouth thoughtlessly.
I needed to stop thinking about this shit, we were in a public place. Plus, Jacob and a couple of guys from the team were here and I didn't want to give them any ammunition for their taunts.
I slid into the booth across from Rose and she startled, having been oblivious to everything around her. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me, and I curled a lock of her hair around my finger holding her there longer than she intended. Her eyes slid closed and she sighed. I grinned against her lips, sitting back a moment later.
I think I loved this girl, this brainy, sexy woman that could put me in my place with just a look. Couldn't tell Rose that though, I had a feeling it would be moving a little too fast for her. That was okay with me, I could wait.
"So, how was your day?" She was still leaning towards me, a little breathless after our kiss.
"Good, we had a good workout this afternoon. That new kid, Jacob is coming off a knee injury so I am trying to help him get back in shape so he can play later this season."
"I didn't know he was injured. Do you really think he will be able to play? Maybe he could red-shirt this season." I loved that she was right with me when I talked about the team.
"We'll have to see, if he can get back in playing shape it should be okay. We still have time to decide. How was your day?"
She waved her hand dismissively. "Same old, same old. I'd rather be hanging out with you at the gym than sitting in that classroom, I bet." She smiled suggestively.
"Sure you would. Surrounded by a bunch of ripped guys getting sweaty, staring at your fine ass, bet that would be nice." I teased her, but I had to admit there was a part of me that worried.
"Well, I would only be staring at your fine ass so it really wouldn't matter about the other guys." Rose laughed at me, then looked up, shocked at the person standing at the end of our table.
"Hey, Emmett. Is this the babe you have been keeping from us?" I turned to see who had come over, reaching out to shake Jacob's hand when I saw it was him.
"Jacob, this is Rose, my girlfriend. Rose, this is Jacob Black. Rose is a big fan of yours, Jacob." I looked over at Rose for confirmation but she was frozen.
"Really? A big fan, huh?" He eyed Rose blatantly, and I waited for her to respond, for her to say something at all. But she was silent. "Well, Rose, I am a big fan of yours too. I mean, anyone that can get the infamous Emmett Cullen to settle down must be one talented girl."
"That's enough, Jacob. Quit trying to be an asshole." I didn't like the vibe I was getting between them. I knew Rose liked basketball, but I didn't think she was a player groupie kind of girl or anything. A seed of doubt sprouted in my mind.
"I need to use the restroom," she stood suddenly and hopped out of the booth. "I'll be right back."
After she had left, Jacob slid into her seat and laughed. "Man, Emmett. She is hot. Didn't think you had it in you to settle, but if you're going to be in monogamy hell you might as well have an angel with you."
"What the hell were you trying to do there? Make her uncomfortable? God, Jake you can be a dick sometimes." I was angry that Rose had left and I didn't know why. I had a bad feeling it had to do with Jake.
"Her, uncomfortable? No way." He was shaking his head, grinning. "I don't believe that, not after what I have seen."
I leaned close to him, my voice low and controlled. "What do you mean, after what you have seen?"
His eyes widened and he sat straight up. I could tell he sensed my anger, and knew that I was on the edge.
"Um, nothing. She is just a hot chick, that's all. I have seen her out at clubs dancing and um, she's not, uh, a shy girl." He stuttered a little, and started to stand. "Well, see you later, Emmett. I've got to go eat."
He was out of the booth and across the restaurant before I could ask him again what he meant. Rose was headed back to the table, looking a little less uneasy than she had when Jacob had come over. She sat down but wouldn't look at me at first.
Something must have happened. He wouldn't have acted so weird if something hadn't happened. I felt my heart rate speed up and my fists clenched.
After that shit with Jasper and Alice earlier this was all I needed. I had needed to talk to Rose, not have this shit come between us.
"Rose, is there something you need to tell me? Did something happen between you and Jacob Black?" I almost didn't want to hear her answer. I had been afraid that her sexual past was going to haunt us, and here it was, making an unwelcome appearance.
She finally looked at me, before taking a deep breath. "Not exactly. I'm not going to go into details, because this isn't the time or the place. But it was before we decided to be exclusive so it shouldn't matter."
It sounded like she had prepared the speech for me while she was gone; I wondered if she had made note cards.
The waitress decided at that moment to take our order, and she was leaning towards me, showing off her ample cleavage.
I ordered and then Rose ordered, but before the waitress left, I grabbed her wrist, "What was your name again? Just in case we need you tonight?" I leered at her, nodding at Rose while I did it.
"Jessica, but you can call me Jess." She giggled uncontrollably. "And I would be willing to help both of you, for whatever you need." She smiled widely before walking away.
Rose sighed watching her go, looking back at me. "What are you thinking? That poor girl has no idea what hit her."
I couldn't tell her that I was hurting; not knowing what had gone down with her and Jacob. I couldn't tell her that I wanted to hurt her, knowing that she didn't trust me, that she wouldn't let me in to her heart.
So, I acted like a dick.
"I just figured we'd keep our options open. I know how you like to experiment, so I didn't want to hold you back or anything." I wanted to sound nonchalant but I was sure she could sense my jealousy. I was so angry that she didn't trust me with the truth.
She didn't answer me and our meal passed in almost complete silence. I was dying to know what had happened between Rose and Jacob but I wasn't going to beg her for the details. If she wanted me to know, she would tell me. I would make Jacob tell me at the next workout.
After our dinner was over, Jessica stopped by our table, bending over the end, leaning her elbows on the lacquered table top. She looked at Rose shyly. "Did you want to come and dance with me?"
Rose was staring intently at her half empty plate, and when she looked up at Jessica, she just nodded. "Sure, let's go dance." She sounded resigned, and turned to me before walking away. "Emmett, you coming?"
I left money on the table for our check, which Jessica palmed and stuck in her apron, and grabbed both of their hands leading them out to the dance floor area.
"You bet."
AN: Screw Channing Tatum.
AC: You don't have to tell me twice!
AN: No, I mean...oh never mind.
AC: So, we got a lot of suggestions for what they wanted AND needed.
AN: I think we gave it to them...well, actually Edward gave it to her...or was she giving it to him?
AC: Meh. semantics...
AN: Well, a lot of people guessed about Jacob...our new favorite player!
AC: I wonder how much Emmett has figured out?
AN: Enough to think he has something to punish Rose for, I think...we'll see what he comes up with.