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Playlist for the chapter:

MC Lyte - Ruffneck

69 Boyz - The Tootsee Roll

R. Kelly - Bump N Grind

Domino - Ghetto Jam

Notorious B.I.G - Respect

"Higher"

Chapter Five: The Tunnel

Tucked under Edward's arm, we walked the two short blocks to the club.

The line wrapped around the block, but like Alice had said earlier, we got right in. We didn't even have to take out our IDs. Edward spoke to the dude at the door, and there was no wait...no entry fee either.

This place was huge—much bigger than Limelight—and yet it was packed with bodies while mine was pressed up against my new friend's.

I didn't mind.

I've heard from others who'd been here before that there are several different levels—various rooms with different genres of music playing.

The music was too loud for me to hear them, but Edward and Emmett started talking before Emmett went straight to the bar. Rose was quick to follow after him, and I took off for her, but Edward held me back.

"Should we follow them?" I shouted, feeling the blaring techno beats in my bones; I wanted to dance.

Edward nuzzled his nose to mine, stealing another soft peck.

My breath caught for the millionth time tonight.

"We should plan to meet somewhere in case we split up," Jasper shouted.

"Four at the door." Edward shrugged.

"Three," Alice said, now giggly, yet I could tell she still had her head. "I gotta work tomorrow," she lied.

"That blows," Jasper commented.

Alice didn't say anything but looked to me.

"I gotta work, too," I laughed, and I truly did have to work. "Better make it two-thirty—"

"Two-thirty?" Edward chuckled. "Fuck, that…Yo, we'll catch youse later," he told Jasper, and then pulled me along with him; meanwhile, I wanted to stay with Alice.

We trailed up to the third floor where hip-hop music played. The entire time I'd tried to get Edward's attention to avail. He either chose to ignore me, or he couldn't hear me.

"Where's Alice?" I hollered. "I need to stay with her!"

"Jazz knows this is where I chill. But, look, I'll be back in five minutes…get a drink, but stay by the bar, beautiful." Edward's hands roamed down my back to grasp my ass.

I leaned into him. "Don't leave me alone."

"Minutes…" He pinched my cheek with his knuckles. "Don't. Move...You hear me?" Edward made me look up to him.

"Not an inch." Once again, he had that tone, and I wanted to listen.

"Good." He turned from me.

Inhaling deeply as I listened to the music, I watched as Edward got lost in the crowd, going toward the back of the club.

While I waited, I bought another bottle of water. I smoked a cigarette...and then another cigarette. The combination, plus the music, had me sky-high again.

Edward was gone for more than fifteen minutes already; I swore it.

Before I could get upset, though, my hips started to sway.

I didn't care. I didn't have anything to care about, not right now.

He left me; he can find me.

They were playing some fuck-awesome jams, and I danced where I stood to "Ruffneck" by MC Lyte. Funny how I missed my roughneck. He'd been gone so long. "I need it in the mornin' so I gotta get a roughneck!" I sang, having my own small party surrounded by strangers, but I didn't give a fuck.

I was feet away from the bar, and I was about to blend in with the sea of people when I saw Alice and Jasper.

"Bella!" I couldn't hear her, but I saw her mouth move.

I waved them over, instantly excited. "My baby!" I jumped up and down and nearly tackled her to the ground. "Can you feel it?" I laughed.

"All of it!" she hollered, running her fingers through my hair. "I cannot believe this." she said into my ear. I was sure Jasper couldn't hear—too busy getting drinks at the bar behind me. "I like him so much!"

"I know!" I hugged her again, knowing this was the best idea ever. Boy was I wrong earlier. "Where's Rose?"

Alice started laughing again. "She's somewhere…they were doing shots or something—Rose told me she wanted to be alone with Emmett. Knowing her, she just wants to keep him away from you."

I snorted. "She's so stupid. I don't want him."

"Ladies…" Jasper handed us each a drink. "Screwdrivers."

All I saw was the OJ. I knocked it back, still fucking thirsty. "Thanks." I was quick to finish what was left in my glass, also knowing that the Vitamin C would give the X a boost.

"Damn, girl. You want mine?" Jasper asked.

"No." I looked to Alice. "We should totally party with these guys every weekend."

"Oh…I'd love that…I'd get to see this one." Jasper kissed Alice's hair but placed his arms around us both. "Especially if you and the blonde continue to make out, yo…that shit was dumb hot." He raised a brow down to me, and he suddenly sounded ghetto.

"You thought that bullshit was hot?" Alice asked him, quirking that bitch brow of hers.

She was definitely on my level because she kissed me, when she never does. It was a hardcore, sloppy and yet passionate kiss; meanwhile, my heart swelled in that moment—feeling all the love and affection I have for my best friend.

"I love you," I said and then I kissed her again.

"I love you, too." She hugged me tight.

"Fuck!" Jasper just seemed shocked but happy. "That was…" He trailed off, bending low to maul Alice.

I watched, mesmerized as I held Alice's hand and leaned on her shoulder, while I rubbed my cheek on her silky hair. Jasper looked like a great kisser, and I kept seeing their tongues touching, slightly leaving their mouths.

It was hot.

And I hoped they'd make it past tonight.

I knew how much Alice liked Jasper…by what she was doing, how she was acting.

When they broke apart, I placed my hands on their heads to keep them together, and Jasper's hair was crazy soft, too. "More." I placed his hair behind his ear, kissing Alice's cheek. "Get it, girl."

Alice giggled, yanking him down to her; she went in for the kill again. They were both feeling great, and that made me even happier.

"Hey…" Edward turned me.

"Hi." I wrapped my arms around him.

"I saw that…What? You couldn't wait for me?" He smirked.

I rose to my toes and pulled his face down.

Our lips met, and he opened his mouth to explore mine. My tongue twirled around his, and I couldn't get enough—my body a tingly fire again.

I felt Edward moan into my mouth as he bent me back. "Fuck, baby…I could kiss you all fuckin' night."

I licked my lips, savoring his taste. "Do it…" I was breathless, a puddle of goo, and I just wanted to submit myself to his control.

"Whateva you want…you got it," he said, reaching under my skirt to palm my ass. I molded myself to him, going from kissing and licking under his ear to nibbling on his lobe. He tasted amazing, but then I pulled back to gasp—excited as fuck.

"It's our song!"

Alice knew it, too; we had the same idea. She jumped away from Jasper and grabbed my hand.

We owned that fucking dance floor as we walked out.

"Yeah, 1994…69 Boyz—" I threw my deuces in the air.

"Cotton candy, sweet as gold…lemme see that tootsee roll!" Alice sang along, and then we just bugged-the-fuck out.

Straight trippin'.

We danced along with the crowd but faced each other.

I just didn't wanna stop dancing, this thrilling feeling encompassing me.

"I don't know what you been told! It ain't the butterfly, it's the tootsee roll!" I threw Alice a high five and we kicked our feet together to hop around.

While we continued to dance, I saw Rose and Emmett talking to Edward. It looked like they—Emmett and Edward—were arguing over something, but my attention quickly whipped back to Alice.

When she stared wide-eyed behind me, I turned to see a crowd had gathered where the rest of them were standing.

Security was there, too.

"Fuck all that!" I shouted, grabbing Alice's hands, and we continued to dance.

If some shit was popping off…I felt too good to care or get involved, wanting to keep us out of trouble. And it didn't matter. I was here with Alice, my most important person, and we needed to dance.

The music took us away again. My best friend didn't have a care in the world either.

The song quickly ended and morphed into "Bump N' Grind" by R. Kelly, and we couldn't not dance to it. The crowd actually went nuts, and more people flooded the floor—bodies were quickly touching again.

With the slower beat, Alice and I danced together, but then I was pulled away from her. Some dude held me close and I went with it.

I just didn't wanna stop dancing, the sway of my hips feeling so sensual.

However, I wasn't about to lose sight of Alice. She caught on, grasped my hands, and joined us—we sandwiched the guy.

"Yo…"

I was yanked away from Alice again, and I turned to push whomever—tired of it. "Back off!" I shouted.

Coming face to chest with Edward, I paused.

"What was that?" he asked, lifting my chin.

Smiling, I pulled Edward down and wrapped my arms around his neck. "With you is where I wanna be—I wanna be," I laughed, singing along while making sure Jasper had Alice.

"Ova hea grindin' wit' some cat," he spat. "I thought you were wit' me." His tone wasn't friendly, but…it was sexy as hell. The man we'd danced with moved onto some other chick. None of it was a big deal.

"Relax…what's your problem? We were just dancing." I spoke fast, rushing my words with the hope that it'd spur him on—I wanted him jealous. "I don't see nothin' wrong…with a little Bump N' Grind…"

"Right." He nodded. "Guess I really gotta keep my eye on you…drink this." He handed me another cup of juice and vodka.

It went down smooth as I danced with him to another song—"Ghetto Jam" by Domino. I kept my back to him, rubbing my ass on his cock, our fingers intertwined while our hips moved along with the beat.

When that tune ended, he twirled me to face him, holding me too close—now, I felt how hard he was.

"You good?" he asked.

I wove my fingers into his hair, mostly holding on for support at this point. "Fantastic." I bit his chin, straddling his thigh; I was still kind of dancing. "Fuckin' twisted outta my mind." I had to admit that, so he'd know.

Edward grunted in my ear. "I'm feelin' you…for real."

"Me too." I whipped around, rocking and swaying to the reggae beat of Biggie's "Respect".

Love this fucking song!

With every movement, I felt his stiffy—and I dropped my rump, shaking, making small circles with my hips, dipping low and going down to his knees, while my hands rubbed the sides of his legs, only for me to pop right back up—slamming my ass back against his cock.

He reached to hold my jaw, as I looked to him from over my shoulder—this crazy, fierce look in his eyes.

I'd never felt this sexy, this wanted before, and I wanted him to want me even more.

Never in my life had I done anything like this, but I also needed his stare...I needed all of him, and I swore to God…I wouldn't just tease him. I'd actually sleep with him…if he'd have me.

I was his for the taking.

He owned me.

And nothing mattered.

It didn't even bother me that it'd be a one-night stand.

No, sir . . .

When I eased back into his arms, I placed his hands on my breasts. "Touch me…everywhere."

Edward was quick to yoke me up into his arms again. "You're killin' me, little girl." His hands that ran down my back roughly made me tingly—even more so.

"Good." I smiled, feeling victorious. "Being with you…it's the thrill of a lifetime!" I shouted out, hoping everyone heard me as I waved my arms in the air.

And I wasn't embarrassed.

I actually wanted the world to know, and, deep down, I knew none of it mattered.

I knew I'd never see him again after tonight.

What did I have to be shy about?

"That's the X speakin'…but he talks a good game, so go on." He touched his nose to mine, angling my mouth up to his.

Edward gave me another deep, heart-searing kiss as he walked us backward. And I didn't care, was along for the ride. Then he hoisted me up onto a barstool. "Fuck…" He laughed, rubbing up the outside of my thighs again.

My breath hitched; I pulled him closer, my legs wrapping around his waist—this stranger, this beautiful, mysterious stranger, whose touch sent me flying even higher. I didn't know if it was the Ecstasy, or if it was just Edward, but I found myself hoping that tonight wouldn't end.

"You good?" he breathed in my ear, and I guessed he was asking for permission. His hand was getting closer and closer to my crotch, and I was anxious—licking my lips and just waiting for him.

"More," I pleaded.

"Hells yeah," he agreed. "Whateva you want, baby. I'll make you feel good. Hmm," he grunted again, pushing my panties over to the side.

His digit rubbed down my slick lips, his touch too gentle, almost teasing but getting deeper with each stroke—that spot between my clit and my hole: the slippery slope?

I swore my heart was going to beat out of my chest, my legs spreading, my hips moving in time with his hand—like this was some intricate, erotic dance.

A loud moan fell from my lips, and I hoped everyone heard that, too—so they'd know what the beautiful man between my legs was doing to me.

"You're fuckin' soaked…" He hummed, inserting a finger inside of me, his thumb making circles now. "Fuckin' mad tight." Edward slowed down while his lips touched my ear. "You a virgin?" He placed more pressure on my clit.

I squeaked a small scream, hugging him as tightly as I could. "N-no. I-I swear." I gulped and gasped for air, and I wondered why he thought that. "I'm-I'm not."

"Okay…relax," he whispered, nuzzling his nose into my neck, but I couldn't relax.

The more he touched me…the better I felt, the higher I'd get, and I knew I'd explode.

I knew…

"Edward…" His eyes met mine, and I stiffened—the butterflies, the fire in my stomach intensifying before it burst, going everywhere.

My eyes rolled back, and my hand landed on his, to hump back harder—needing more as I rode it out.

"That was beautiful." He kissed my cheek.

I let out a breathy chuckle, giddy. "That was fucking amazing!"

Again, tonight couldn't get any better.

"Baby, I can take you higher if you let me." He placed his finger near my mouth, and I took it inside to taste myself, but he tore his hand away fast—to occupy my lips with his.

He groaned into my mouth, rubbing his hard cock against my pussy. "You're delicious."

And I wanted to tell him that I loved him—only him.

Now, I knew that was the Ecstasy talking, so that stayed a secret.

"You're not like this all the time...it's the X." Edward shook his head. "You're not this open." He basically asked if I was a ho, holding me the tightest I'd ever been held. "I don't think—"

"No!" I shook my head, laughing. "You're special…my new sexy friend."

"Special?" His smirk was crooked, and I wanted to bite it.

"Yes, I've never felt anything like . . ." I trailed off in a whisper, as I didn't want to tell him about all of my recent epiphanies. He could think whatever he wanted—whether he believed I was a slut or a virgin—it didn't matter in this moment. "You're special…Besides, I told you…I usually make out with Rose when I'm rollin'."

Damn. I bet he doesn't believe me. Why would he? I've been acting like a total slut tonight, but I didn't care. Edward's touch…was indescribable. His presence, his scent—I couldn't help myself.

"You swing that way for real? Mess wit' chicks and shit?" He shook his head again, like he didn't believe that or something.

"I love Rose, and I love Alice…I love them, and kissing is nice," I sighed.

He leaned into my ear again. "You wanna get outta hea? Go back to my place?"

I looked around for Alice or maybe Jasper.

No matter how much I just wanted to say yes—and let this incredibly sexy man whisk me away—I couldn't leave without her.

Edward knew. "We'll find them, and we'll head out together," he assured me. "Come on, sweetheart." He tucked me under his arm again.

When I glanced to my watch, I saw that it was almost three a.m. already, and I had no clue as to where the time had gone. Time had flown by. So, regardless of what everyone wanted to do, it truly was best we head back to Brooklyn.

It sucked because we usually don't have to worry about beating Alice's parents home.

But…I didn't necessarily have to sleep at Alice's.

We spotted Jasper first. He stood outside the bathrooms. "Waiting for Alice." He jerked a thumb.

I nodded and asked him, "Have you seen Rose?"

Jasper stared at Edward for a beat before his gaze settled on me. "They took off. Emmett was fuckin' trashed. They said they were out and just left…" He shrugged, looking back to his friend. "Good for Emmett, though—he'll def. be hittin' that shit tonight, am I right?"

I giggled, happy for Rose. She really liked Emmett, and I'd hoped they would hit it off.

"That's right," Edward laughed, slapping his hand to Jasper's and pulling back to snap their fingers. "Good lookin' out, bro…You ready to head out, too? It's 'bout that time."

"Time for what?" I smiled.

"To leave." He kissed my cheek, holding me tight again. "We should go—"

"Alice is in there?" I pointed, although I already knew she was—needing to talk to her before we left.

'Cause I wouldn't have the chance to see how she was doing—nor could we speak freely in front of Edward and Jasper—and I needed to know if she was okay to leave with them.

"Just wait for her." Edward squeezed me.

I pushed his hands away. "My friend's in there." My high came down at the realization: Alice was in the bathroom alone. "Cool it." I made it a bigger deal than it was.

Edward smirked, glaring at me and holding his hands up. "You're free to go, baby."

I winced, hoping he didn't notice as I tore through the crowded bathroom.

But then I was all smiles.

Fucking Edward was intense, and I dug it, loved it, and I wanted him to consume me.

"Alice!" I screamed, an excited mess.

I bet she couldn't hear me; the walls were still pumping on all four sides.

"Alice!" I sang as I spotted her by the sink, playing with her hair. She wasn't fixing it or anything. She just looked content to play with her own hair. Having been there a time or two, I laughed. "What are you doing?"

She sighed. "I love Jasper. He's perfect."

I hummed, knowing she might think differently tomorrow or the next day. Jasper seemed like a very nice but regular guy. Maybe he's special to Alice, but at the moment, he looked as though he just wanted to get laid.

I knew that was Edward's deal, and I was fine with that.

Trust.

"Don't sleep with him tonight—not tonight. You'll hate yourself tomorrow."

"I bet'chu screw…What'shisname?" She chuckled.

"Edward." I squealed, only to jump up and down. "Dude…you have no idea how much I wanna fuck his brains out!" Excited, my teeth clenched again, and that was all I needed to do—relax and talk to my bestie—to snap myself back into happy land.

"Do you even know how to do that?" She laughed at me "Fuck his brains out…Imagine if you managed to, and it oozed from his ears as he came?" Alice thought she was hilarious.

"This isn't about me," I giggled. "You've never done it before, and I know you like him…" I sighed once more because it felt awesome to do so—breathe deeply.

"You screwed Matt Avery once for like…half a minute. Does that even count?"

I laughed. "No fucking clue."

Suddenly, a frown actually marred her beautiful face.

"No…" I rubbed her cheeks; I didn't like it. "Don't get upset."

"They're older. They think we're older. How can I not—I bet he expects—" she spluttered, a nervous wreck.

"Relax." I hugged her to my side. "If Jasper likes you, which he must since you two have been talking all this time, he'll wait for another day…If not, it'll be rushed 'cause you gotta be home early, and you'll feel bad after 'cause you're not ready..."

"Ugh!" She cringed in place. "We're so immature. I can't wait to be older. Plus, they're so cool. We're like total nerds in comparison! We're corny while they're the epitome of cool!"

I nodded, agreeing with her, although I fully intended to act like a woman—on a mission to fuck Edward—in the near future. Having that agenda, I looked back to my best friend. "They're still waiting…outside."

We both took turns helping each other pee, making sure we each made no contact with anything.

After washing up, Alice checked her lipstick, while I fixed my makeup, and then we linked arms to walk out.

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Terms:

Dumb — like "mad" it can mean a lot/very, not necessarily "dumb", like stupid.

Bugged out — so excited they lost their minds/went crazy.

Popping off — happening

Twisted — being drunk and high at the same time, or…just really fucked up.