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Kate and I would like to thank each and every one of you who reviewed/alerted/praised this little collab. We appreciate every one of you! More on that subject down below.
Well, Kate dominated that first chap, so now it's my turn to introduce Playboyward! Just as a reminder—Lazykate writes the girls and Brits23 writes the boys.
Now let's go!
Chapter Two – First Encounter
EPOV
I unlocked the front door to my loft and wasn't the least bit surprised when I saw my two best friends lounging inside. "I thought I told you the extra key was for emergencies?" I sighed, tossing my keys on the counter.
Emmett grinned sheepishly. "This is an emergency, bro. Ma's cable went out and it's the bottom of the sixth inning. What's a guy to do?"
"I don't know, Emmett," I rolled my eyes, pulling my green work polo over my head and throwing it in the corner. "Maybe move out of your mother's house and get a fucking life? Jazzabel, I can't believe you'd stoop to his level…breaking and entering." I smiled widely at Jasper's anxiety, scratching my abs lazily.
He pushed his glasses up his nose and shrugged his shoulders. "He said you wouldn't mind…"
"Ease up, buddy, I'm only yanking your chain…fuck, hotter than a bitch today huh?" I cracked open a beer and ran my hand through my sweat-soaked hair. I'd lived in Miami for eight years and the humidity still had my ass dragging like a fifty-year-old chain smoker.
Emmett's eyes were glued to the TV while he pumped the weight he never left home without. His livelihood revolved around his bulging muscles. He was a personal trainer by trade…but lately he had this hair brained idea to try his hand in ultimate fighting. It was insane; getting your ass busted just to prove how strong you are definitely wasn't my cup of tea.
I groaned, pulling a long drink from my bottle. "Let's hit the scene tonight boys…I'm thinking a little South Beach." I wiggled my eyebrows and grinned shamelessly.
Emmett shook his head, not breaking away from my flatscreen. "No dice, brother. Rosie will put my balls in a vice if I don't go to the theater with her tonight."
I scoffed. "You are such a pussy. That's the exact fucking reason why Edward Masen doesn't domesticate…theater on a Friday night when you could be hot and sweaty with a tan-skinned goddess? No fucking thank you."
What a travesty monogamy was…the proof was in the meathead pudding sprawled across my leather sofa. "Whatever, Edward. You'll get your ass tamed by a female someday. It's only a matter of time."
I rolled my eyes and finished my beer, throwing the empty bottle haphazardly into the sink. "Fat chance, homeslice." I turned my head towards Jazz and narrowed my eyes at him.
"No," he shook his head, shifting uncomfortably.
"Oh…it's happening Jazzabel. I simply won't be taking no for an answer." I smiled at him devilishly before sitting next to him on the couch and hooking my elbow around his neck. "You need to get laid, man. I pimp you out because I care." I couldn't help my outburst of laughter as his eyes went wide.
"I um…I don't know, Edward. I have an extremely important hypothesis to work on over the next few days and whenever I agree to go to a club with you, I'm deserted while you run off with a scantily clad woman with freakishly-orange skin."
I snorted and scratched my fingers leisurely along my scalp. "I can't tell if the tan is artificial under the dingy lights in the club, man. It's not like my goal in life is to fuck an oompa loompa…it's just the way it is."
Emmett chuckled, singing, "Oompa loompa doopaty do…"
"I've got another puzzle for you…right here, dickhead." I flipped Emmett off and grabbed my junk before heading towards the hallway. "Jazzy, it's happening tonight, no joke."
Jasper sighed in defeat, because he knew damn well he couldn't win an argument with me. "Guys, what the fuck? You barge into my domain and don't even let out my baby girl?" I asked incredulously.
I opened the door to Taylor's room and was met with the happiest dog in existence. My little brown boxer/blue heeler mix was the only woman who was permanently in my life…and I planned on keeping it that way. She had her own room, filled with every toy a canine could ever want…she even had a doggie jungle gym. The patio had a little door where she could go out and handle her business. It was a pain in the ass having a pet on the twenty-second floor, but my dog was borderline genius and I had her practically potty trained…out on her patio, that is. And while I was away tending to the sick and wounded of her kind, she was queen of her castle, and loving every minute of it.
For the last two years I had been a volunteer vet for the Humane Society of Greater Miami. Yes, volunteer. As in, my ass doesn't get paid and I'm donating my skill. The fact of the matter was, as far as finances were concerned, I was set for life. My father—well, stepfather as it turned out, but that's a hell of a long story—passed away when I was seventeen, leaving his assets split equally between my mother and I…and those assets were plentiful indeed. She and I hadn't exactly seen eye to eye since back when hightops and faded jeans were in style.
The last I knew, she'd been jetsetting around the world, living the good life and seemingly tickled as punch that copious amounts of money had been handed her way thanks to the death of her husband.
Sometimes it was like she didn't even care.
Certain events brought me to Miami right after high school graduation, and I never looked back. While most kids my age would have burned that cash up, I invested my ass off, quickly turning my father's fortune into my legacy. I was financially sound for life…and that's exactly why I felt it imperative to do my part and donate my time.
And I truly loved my job. I'd always had an intense connection with animals. My childhood was rather depressing, truth be told. Preppy little rich boys with red, messy hair tend to be avoided…and ridiculed. I took insult to the other children's ignorance and kept to myself, therefore coming off as snobby and conceited. Which I was, to a degree. I mean how could you live such a pristine life and not let it affect you?
Which is exactly why I was reborn the minute I moved to Miami. I met Emmett and Jasper in college and from there on out, I was allowed to be myself. No prep schools or dinner parties or black tie affairs. Just freedom…
I decided on vet school immediately, knowing that my mother would chastise me for "not living up to my potential." But growing up surrounded with pets, and knowing them as my only true friends when the human race let me down, I thought I was putting my potential to good use.
Animals are people too, and most of the time they're way fucking cooler than the barbarians that walk around on two feet.
I fell to the ground and chuckled as my puppy licked my face, jumping all over me like crazy. "Hey Tay-Tay! How's my girl?" I ruffled her head and she dove into my chest. My dog liked to show affection, and she loved me like crazy…as most females tend to do.
She ran past me and jumped on Jasper. I laughed as he curled up in a ball while she licked his glasses until they were steamed up. "See, Jazzy. The ladies love you."
"Yeah, buddy," Emmett laughed, punching Jasper's shoulder. "You're used to dogs, aren't you? You're still dating Janine."
Jasper's face turned red and I felt a little bad for him. "Emmett, don't be a dick. And don't underestimate Janine. Dude, the other day I went to the library and she was uh…librarianing that day, and fuck, she reached up to get a book off the top shelf…" I licked my lips for a dramatic effect. "And I saw…her ankle."
Emmett dropped his jaw sarcastically. "Shut the fuck up, man! Right in the middle of the library?!"
"I would never lie about that, bro. And I was like dayum Janine, you sure do give nice ankle, baby."
"Fuck, man. Rosie never gives me ankle," Emmett scowled. "Jazz you are truly a lucky son of a bitch."
Emmett and I started howling in laughter as Jasper turned an interesting shade of crimson. I sat down next to him and elbowed him as Taylor crawled into my lap. "Come on man, lighten up. We're just giving you shit, but seriously, you know you can do better than Janine. Dorks are in, haven't you heard?"
"First of all, I'm not a dork. And second, I find Janine intellectually stimulating." He stood from the couch and walked towards the door, pushing his glasses up and shaking with anger. He grabbed the doorknob and swirled around to face us. "And she has lovely fucking ankles!!!"
He slammed my front door shut and the remorse mixed in with my amusement. "Ah, fuck. I better go after him."
I bolted out the door and caught up to Jasper just as he hit the elevators. I rested my hands on my knees and huffed…I lived in a rather spacious skyscraper so the run was tiring for a man of 27 years...especially after a long ass day at work. "Come on, Jasper, I was just giving you shit…I wasn't trying to be a dick."
"Trying and succeeding are two separate phenomenons, Edward," Jazz rolled his eyes and paced in front of the elevator.
I winced at the bite in his tone…having Jasper genuinely pissed at you was like cursing in front of a nun. It's extremely unpleasant and makes you feel like a total villain. "Jazzy…it's just, I know Janine's a nice girl or whatever, but I can see it in your eyes that she just doesn't do it for you. What about that heat? That slow, lazy burn that creeps up on you when the right girl looks at you with a sense of hunger? Like if you don't crush her up against the wall and kiss the hell out of her, you'll lose your mind."
Jasper scoffed. "We're definitely not talking about me."
I bit my bottom lip and looked past him as two tight ass blondes sauntered up in little tennis skirts and rackets in hand.
What a perfect time for Jasper and I to be utilizing the space in front of the elevators.
"Ladies," I smirked. Their eyes ran down my bare chest before they giggled at each other. I waited until they met my gaze and ran my tongue along my bottom lip. "Do you need assistance finding the courts? This building can be a bit daunting…but I know it like the back of my hand."
I ran said back of hand along the shorter girl's arm, her breath leaving her curvaceous body hastily as her eyes glazed over. "What do you say?" I murmured. "Can my friend and I give you a personalized guided tour?"
"That won't be necessary, Edward."
I rolled my eyes at the voice sliding up behind me like slime. This dude was ridiculous, but the only reason I resided in such a building. While I had cash by the fucking bushel,Wind Tower was insanely elite…there wasn't a cold chance in hell of getting in unless you had a connection.
My connection was James Gentry…a sleazy-ass associate of my pop. He had long blond hair that started halfway back on his round head, making a desperate attempt to hide at least twenty of his fifty-plus years. His big ass gut and receding hairline should have been enough to put off the ladies, but as I quickly came to learn…there are some women that will do anyone or anything…for the right price.
Luckily for me, I was dashing enough to acquire my female entertainment with nothing but a devilish stare and the curve of my lip.
He slid his hands over the girls' shoulders and smirked at me. "How's the wild kingdom, Ed?"
Ugh, don't fucking call me Ed.
"Saving lives, one critter at a time," I murmured, not really paying attention to him anymore. It's not that I wasn't grateful that he got my foot into this immaculate door, but hell, he whored it up worse than me…and even these expensive walls couldn't drown out the disrespectful names he called these girls while he fucked them.
There's no doubt that I'm a freak in the bedroom, and if I carved each conquest into my bedpost, kindling would be the only thing remaining. But women were beautiful creatures…and they deserved the utmost respect, especially when they're cool enough to let you put your dick in them. Maybe all the young girls he got rough with were into it…but I had run into a sobbing female on more than one occasion in the hallway.
I'd always ask them if they were okay…if they were hurt.
They'd tell me they were fine, so what could I do?
Jasper looked nervous as the animosity in the air grew thick. "Come on, man. Emmett's probably breaking shit." I nodded a goodbye towards James and hooked my elbow around Jazz's neck, giving him a noogie. "Now that's a shady motherfucker, Jazzabel. It makes fucking an oompa loompa look like a misdemeanor, huh?" I nudged him and he finally laughed, nodding his head.
"We'll just cruise Secrets, and I won't ditch you unless you tell me it's cool. If nothing else, there's always Blue," I shrugged, referring to Blue World, a bar/lounge on a lower level of my building. Life was pretty grand in my humble abode…jazz club, tennis court, indoor pool, exercise room, sauna…Miami and I were meant to coincide, of that there was no doubt. "So we're hittin' it then?"
Jasper rolled his eyes but nodded, his smile threatening to break free. "Fine," he sighed. "And you're correct about Janine…even though she can hold her own in a metaphysical debate, the chemistry between us is deficient."
I shook my head incredulously. It never ceased to amaze me how different Jazz and I were, and yet the boy was like my brother. Emmett, Jasper and I were all different in rather drastic ways, but for some reason we found a tried and true friendship in each other that held strong after all these years.
"You'll find the right girl, Jazz, you just need to look harder," I comforted my best friend, running my hand through my hair. "Even though I'm extremely disappointed that all my boys are catching the monogamies…it's a horrible disease, my man. Probably worse than leprosy."
We walked through my front door and watched as Emmett held a gallon of milk to my dog's mouth, letting her drink right out of it. "Dude…what the fuck?" Emmett was brain dead sometimes, no joke.
He shrugged. "Tay was thirsty, I was hooking a sister up."
I rolled my eyes and yanked the jug out of his hand. Maybe it was a good thing Emmett wasn't coming out with us tonight. I usually had to spend ridiculous amounts of energy on babysitting his ass anyway.
No, tonight was about letting go of a stressful workweek, and I had a feeling the events ahead would promise to be memorable indeed.
***
I was in my element when I had the electricity of the nightlife surrounding me. Bodies swaying together to one tribal beat…tan skin, smoky eyes, a thin sheen of sweat covering scantily-clad bodies…it didn't matter if half of these women were mindless tricks…the club scene was beautiful in its own lascivious sort of way.
I sipped on my scotch neat, trying desperately to listen to my best friend while he explained how certain aspects of "The Strange Matter Hypothesis" were crucial in the most recent findings in his team's own scientific hypothesis.
Jasper was in grad school working his way towards a master's degree of science at UM. Needless to say, whenever he discussed matters of his future profession I usually just smiled and nodded my head. Emmett and I always told him we were convinced he fell out of that TV show, The Big Bang Theory. I tried to focus on his "recent findings" but I was suddenly distracted by beauty in its truest fucking form seated several tables away.
She was unlike any other girl in this club…maybe in this entire city. Pale, smooth skin, plump pink lips, pert natural breasts, long dark mahogany hair. There was absolutely nothing artificial about the girl that my eyes refused to break away from. I watched her daintily sip her martini, her fingers sliding absently across her collarbone.
I licked my lips, following the trail her delicate fingertips made across her creamy skin. This woman was fucking artwork, from the curve of her neck to the shape of her hip. And she would be mine tonight, without a doubt.
I was distracted from beauty personified when I saw narrowed eyes boring into me from my peripheral vision. I looked to the side of my next conquest and my eyes widened as an exotic-looking girl with spiky black hair observed me curiously. It was quite obvious that I had been busted ogling her friend. The small, dark-haired girl leaned over to the object of my latest erotic fantasy, her eyes never leaving mine as she indefinitely informed her friend of my perverseness. I smiled crookedly, knowing that winning over the friend was just as crucial as romancing the girl in question.
A good friend never lets her girlfriend leave with a stranger if they didn't approve, so I had perfected the art of gaining a woman's trust in a very short amount of time. I was fairly certain the little elven princess would see things my way…after a bit of persuasion of course.
"Earth to Edward…."
My eyes snapped back to Jazz who was quite obviously trying to get my attention, for how long, I couldn't be sure. "Yeah?"
"What are you staring at?" he questioned.
I smiled wryly and quirked my head in the direction of the ladies in the corner booth. "Two females we definitely need to acquaint ourselves with, Jazzabel…that little one keeps eye-fucking the back of your head."
Jasper's eyes went wide. "I…uh, no…but if you want to go, I can just stay over here…"
I sighed and rolled my eyes, wishing my boy would just come out of his shell already. I threw my arm around the back of the empty chair next to me, my posture relaxed as I swirled my drink slowly. My attention piqued once the exotic friend of my beautiful girl stood from their table. I felt the anticipation of a golden opportunity bubbling in the pit of my stomach. "Jazz," I murmured, staring down the girl as she walked straight towards us. "Your lady is coming this way, and she's the epitome of an elven princess, I shit you not. Now rein in your Lord of the Rings fantasies….and don't punk out."
I sat up and flashed a crooked grin as I set my drink on the tabletop. "Hi there," I smiled as she approached the table.
She put her hands on her slender hips and pursed her lips at me. "Yeah, yeah…save it, Romeo. Why don't you find your testicles and actually talk to my friend instead of eye-fucking her all night?" Her lips turned into a little smirk as she stared me down, and while I assumed she was used to men folding under her intense gaze, she obviously had never met Edward Masen before.
I nodded in Jasper's direction. "And what will I do with my friend?" I asked smoothly, my eyes never leaving hers.
A pink blush rose in the curve of her cheek, making her look like some sort of porcelain doll as her eyes flashed in Jasper's direction. "Well I was kind of hoping I could occupy him while you were off making your move."
Jasper looked like he was about to throw the fuck up, and I did feel a little sorry for him. He got so incredibly nervous around girls. But hell, you'll never learn how to swim if you don't get in the fucking water. I stood from the table and chuckled at how high I towered over Jasper's elven princess. "Go easy on him, killer," I winked before leaning down until my lips were hovering over her ear. "And sweetheart, don't ever worry about my testicles. I can assure you that there is nothing defective about any part of my body." My nose skimmed along her ear as I pulled away, and I chuckled at her slackened jaw and stunned impression.
"Good luck, man," I sighed, slapping Jazz's shoulder before walking away, every step I took bringing me closer to the salvation that would be wrapped in my Egyptian cotton sheets tonight.
I couldn't help but smile as she lounged in her seat, legs propped up in the booth and completely oblivious to me as I sauntered towards her. My skin prickled in the anticipation of being next to her. I reached her table and yet she still hadn't noticed me…which gave me a moment to appreciate her wonderfully long legs and the way her red wrap dress clung to her body so perfectly. My eyes drifted to the small bow at her hip, praying like hell that one sharp tug would later leave her bare before me.
Just one pull…
"You look comfortable," I smiled.
She looked up at me lazily, a sexy smirk turning her lip as her eyes ran along my black pants, up my dark pinstriped shirt and coming to rest on my chaotic hair. Her eyes were so much more intense than I had anticipated, deep brown and completely mystifying. My mouth was practically watering as she finally met my unwavering stare.
"Umm…I look comfortable to you?"
I pulled my fingers through my hair and chuckled softly. "Extremely, you're not?"
"My feet hurt." Her mouth twisted into a little pout and I fought the urge to laugh at how fucking adorable she was.
She granted me permission to sit next to her, and I could feel my eyes glowing alight with the opportunity that had presented itself in front of me. It was time to work the magic, because judging on how adamant I was for her company, patience would certainly not be a virtue of mine when it came to this girl.
My eyes slid down her legs until they rested upon her strappy heels. "I'm sorry that your feet hurt," I said earnestly.
"It comes with wearing the shoes." The innocence in her voice and the sex in her eyes made my cock twitch in anticipation. The combination was downright lethal…but what a way to go.
"They're very nice shoes," I murmured, my eyes traveling up her body until they met hers. I bit my lip and found myself becoming lost in deep chocolate. "Nice feet too." The second the words left my mouth, I had the urge to slap my forehead. Seriously, would it be too much to fucking ask not to sound like a sleaze while fraternizing with the hottest girl in this club?
She didn't miss a beat, looking at me like I had a third eyeball as she straightened up in the booth. "Okay, you get one chance to redeem yourself from that line."
I shook my head, smiling sheepishly at my dumbass remark. "That was pretty bad. Can I try another one?"
I already botched my game, so I knew it was time to try a new approach at the goddess seated next to me. I was in uncharted territory…and it was fucking exhilarating.
She laid her head against the back of the booth, exposing the smooth skin of her throat that I desperately wanted to taste. "Go for it, playboy," she crooned from beneath her lashes.
I shifted in my seat. I'll give you a playboy…
I licked my lips and leaned towards her, the soft floral scent of her skin assaulting my senses. "How about…my name is Edward, what's yours?"
Her eyes traveled down to my mouth before connecting with mine once more. "Nice to meet you, Edward. I'm Bella."
I suppressed a groan at how gracefully her name slid off of her tongue.
Bella.
"Bella as in beautiful?"
How very fitting…
"Bella as in Isabella. Nice try, though." She smirked at me as she crossed her arms over her perfect chest, and I suddenly wondered if fair Bella had a master's degree in the art of ball busting.
I chuckled, shaking my head. "My lines are falling flat tonight, aren't they?"
"Maybe you should stop trying so hard."
My eyebrows raised in surprise. "Are you telling me you're easy, Bella?"
Her pink lips fell open in shock and I suddenly realized how that last inquiry had sounded. How in the hell had I managed to dig myself so deep into this hole of fuckery? By now my typical conquest would be hanging off of me and attempting some sort of seduction to win my attention. But this girl was smart as hell and didn't take any of my shit, so it was rather clear to me that I needed to drop the Don Juan front and shoot for honesty.
I was about to surpass uncharted territories and dive clear off the fucking map.
Now anxiety had mixed in with my previous exhilaration.
My expression turned serious as a faint blush of anger spread across her exposed skin. "I'm telling you that you have ten seconds to redeem yourself before I plant these painful shoes up your ass," she growled.
Honesty, Masen. Man the fuck up.
"Only ten seconds? Alright…how about, I've been watching you all night and you are the most gorgeous woman here?"
She stared at me blankly.
"Okay, fine," I continued, meeting her eyes with the utmost sincerity. "I came over here because you are the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on. And you looked like you could use a friend."
She maintained her devoid stare until finally she laughed heartily. "Did you seriously just quote Major League as a pickup line?"
Fuck. My. Life.
I knew I stole that line from somewhere! And leave it to this girl to recognize it immediately. She completely threw me for a loop…and I could honestly say I had never been so perplexed while picking up a woman. "Uh yeah…I guess I did."
"Wow, I mean, I'll give you points for trying…"
I stared her down, hoping like hell that we could just forget this awkward conversation and focus on the truth: there was some real chemistry between us, and I didn't want to skirt around it any longer. There was no doubt she was attracted to me. From the moment I approached her, her fingers ghosted along her neck, her cheeks where flushed, her lip was permanently trapped between her teeth as she gazed up at me…all the signs were there.
So why was she fighting it?
What was she afraid of?
"Edward, seriously…kill the cheesy lines already. They won't work on me."
I pouted. I was…cheesy?
All right, maybe I could see where she was coming from.
Just maybe.
I leaned against the table and looked into her eyes. "All right then…tell me what will work on you. Humor? Sarcasm? Dirty-talk?"
Please say dirty-talk…
I watched her internally debate with herself as she stared up at me hesitantly. Finally her eyes set in a solid resolve and I held my breath as she prepared to seal our fate. "I'll tell you what, why don't we go some place where we can actually talk without the background noise, and maybe I'll clue you in about what works on me."
Bingo.
"Back to my place?" I murmured deeply.
She rolled her eyes at me playfully. "No…"
"Your place?"
She slid her legs off of the booth until her feet were planted on the floor as she straightened her posture. "Okay, you blew it. Nice meeting you Edward."
Fuck! Too eager…slow and steady wins the race…
"Okay, wait, wait…" I held my hands up in peace and smiled my most panty-combusting smile. "I was trying to be funny again and obviously it didn't work. Where are you staying? Let's pick something halfway between your place and mine, so if all my cheesy lines fall flat, you're halfway home. Fair enough?"
Her eyes glazed over for a split second as she fiddled with the clutch in her hand. "Fair enough. I'm in Coral Gables."
I smiled widely, relieved that we had conquered our game of cat and mouse. I rested my hand on her lower back as I guided her out of the booth, the warmth from her body sinking into my fingers and bringing my skin to life…
I had a sneaking suspicion this night would not be soon forgotten.
***
Bella and I found our friends, who coincidentally were lost in their own discussion as we approached them. I quirked an eyebrow at Jazz and he smiled at me lazily, sipping from a glass filled with a dark liquor. Hmm…someone should have mentioned to Alice—as Bella informed me her name was—that Jasper couldn't handle hard liquor for shit.
For the sake of his cobwebbed genitalia, I hoped he could keep it together.
After Bella had her friend snap a picture of my ID—which was pretty fucking innovative on their part—we retreated. I was more than eager to get this beautiful girl away from the hustle of the club and into the hypnotic trance that Blue World inflicted. Smooth beats, quiet conversation, the perfect environment for releasing the full power of the electricity that was already crackling between us.
The ride to Wind Tower was peaceful. I watched in wonder as Bella's eyes were glued to her window, taking in the lights and the sounds of this amazing city. I saw none of it…all I could focus on was one tiny red dress and everything that was waiting for me beneath it.
We conversed some more, discussing her relocation from Seattle to Miami and informing each other of our last names---always a perk with a potential bed mate…albeit not entirely necessary in all cases.
In this case however, I was happy to officially be meeting Isabella Swan. Not only was she physically appealing—understatement of the fucking century--but I found myself hanging on every word she spoke and every ounce of snarkiness she threw my way.
When her cell chimed and I learned it was Alice sending her a picture of Jazz's ID, I could hardly believe it. I gripped the soft hand that held her phone, my eyes closing briefly at how electric her skin felt against mine as I pulled the screen closer. Huh….Jazzy actually did it. I made a playful comment about my little guy growing up so fast, but Bella looked at me quizzically.
If she had any idea what a huge step this was for my best friend, she'd be pretending to wipe a tear from her eye as well.
We discussed jazz music and the sounds that Blue World normally featured—conveniently leaving out that the lounge we were visiting was mere floors beneath my condo. I was hoping by the time that little fact made itself known, there would already be no turning back…
I had such a good feeling about this girl…I found myself just aching to touch her.
The cab pulled up in front of my building and I helped her out of the backseat, sliding her tiny fingers between mine and squeezing tightly. Our hands fit together perfectly and I could only imagine what other parts of our bodies would feel like entangled so intimately.
Time would tell.
Already I was feeling intoxicated by the soft lights of the lounge and the relaxing sounds of saxophones soothing us into a euphoric state. Bella looked up at me leisurely, a small smile spreading across her face as she blushed a lovely shade of pink. I said nothing, just gestured for her to slide into the dark blue loveseat before slipping in right behind her.
I kept my eyes on her as the waitress brought us our drinks, her posture relaxed but her eyes telling me she was slightly anxious. No matter what happened between us tonight, I only wanted her to feel comfortable in my presence.
With drinks in our hands, we held them eye level…like we were challenging each other as to who would propose a toast first.
I took the bait.
"To a memorable evening…and a devastatingly-beautiful girl."
She licked her plump bottom lip, and suddenly my lines weren't so comical to her. My heart clenched in the anticipation of what was to come.
"To a handsome gentlemen…and no regrets," she murmured gently, clinking my glass as her eyes met mine.
I held them, emerald green versus coffee brown…binding together and searching for something more. I could almost see the intensity swirling in her eyes as she decided what this was…how good we could make each other feel as our encounter suddenly took a different turn.
She wanted me. In every move and every look she gave me, she fucking wanted me. And my God, did I want her.
We were awoken from our arousing entrancement by breaking glass and catty laughter, the moment suddenly lightened….but just barely.
I lived for this fucking feeling…the realization that two strangers could come together and give into their natural instincts without dwelling on the consequences of their actions. No regrets…just as the deviously-innocent girl in front of me proclaimed as our glasses clinked.
"So…no regrets, hmm? That's an interesting toast."
"Just being honest," she shrugged, her tongue darting out for the briefest of moments as she sipped her drink.
"Is that your life's motto or something?"
Her smile was almost prideful as she straightened her spine and leaned closer. "It is now, yes. I'm finding it's a lot more fun than Say No to Everything and Be Pissed at Yourself About it the Next Day."
I chuckled, running my fingers through my hair. "Plus that one is kind of a mouthful."
"Do you have a motto?" she questioned.
The truth was, I didn't. We spend the next several minutes trying to find the motto that best worked for me. When I mistook a line from Titanic for Ayn Rand, I felt us slipping back into our old routine of Bella playfully shutting down Edward. I only wanted this night to move forward. After chastising me for my error, I shook my head at her in mock exasperation. "That's does it, you're not allowed to suggest mottos anymore. I'll just go with the good old Boy Scouts' Always be Prepared."
She giggled before bringing her lips to her glass. "You were a Boy Scout?"
My knee brushed against hers underneath the table and our eyes immediately met. "Well, no, but I do believe in being ready for anything that may come up."
She stared me down for a minute, a new gleam of mischief in her eyes. "Ready for anything, huh? Does that mean you're the type that carries condoms in your wallet?"
I smiled wickedly. There she was.
Bella Swan was finally letting go.
I moved in closer.
"Not in my wallet, no," I murmured, my eyes darting down to her chest before meeting her dark brown stare.
"Your pocket?"
How quickly she assumed I was nothing more than a Neanderthal…I might have been insulted if I wasn't so incredibly turned on by this stunning creature. "No, Bella," I said firmly, licking my lips as the air thickened between us. "I'm not the type that drags women into a public bathroom or closet to fuck."
It felt liberating to use the word fuck in her presence, especially when the racing of my pulse and the tingles shooting throughout my body were telling me that fair Bella and I were moments away from something we both desperately needed…
…to touch each other.
From the moment I approached her table…God, we needed to stop over thinking it and just feel…
"I guess that's good to know. Where do you drag them?" She was slightly flustered as she spoke.
Let it go, baby.
"I don't drag women anywhere," I shook my head. "I generally invite them back to my place and hope for the best."
The arrogant prick inside of me wanted to tell her I never had to hope for anything. I was rather used to getting what I wanted. And while this night had been a mixture of flirtatious conversation and my awkward attempts at seduction…I had never thought I'd enjoy working for it so incredibly much.
She shifted in her seat, her bare knee pressed tightly against mine as her tongue ran slowly across her bottom lip. "So your pick up line at the club…was that my invitation?"
I swallowed thickly, leaning forward until my lips were centimeters from hers. "I'd be honored to have you come back to my place."
She looked at me with wide eyes, practically inhaling my proximity as our surroundings drifted away. "Why are we running all over Miami then?" Her voice was lower, a sultry tone underlining every word she spoke.
I let my hand slide down my leg and slowly circled her bare knee with my finger, suppressing a groan at the skin-on-skin contact.
I confessed to her that I lived in the building, hoping that my slight deception wouldn't deter us from something that was destined to happen since the moment I laid eyes on her only hours ago.
Instead of throwing her drink in my face, she smirked at me seductively. "Pretty sure of yourself aren't you?"
Oh Bella, you have no idea…
I sighed as my finger left her knee and slid up her thigh, across her hip and around her delicate waist until my palm was pressed securely against her lower back. My hand fit perfectly there as well. "I prefer to think of myself as an optimist."
I stared at her mouth as her tongue circled around it slowly, my fingers twitching against her back as she looked up at me. "Edward, I'm going to tell you something, and then I'm going to kiss you."
I felt my cock hardening as I tilted my head…it was as if our mouths were fighting against gravity to taste each other. "All right," I murmured huskily.
"When I said no regrets, I meant it. I came out to have a good time tonight, and we've obviously hit it off. I want to go upstairs with you and I want you to show me a very good time. Then I'm going home. Understood?"
My eyes widened in utter fucking astonishment….had I finally met my match?
I didn't have time to ponder it because the moment those words left her sweet lips, I was enveloped in her and the surge of arousal rushing through my veins at the feel of her wet mouth against mine. She teased me with innocent kisses, a promise of all the things she could do with those soft lips as she nipped at my skin and moaned softly.
My hand slid around her waist, bringing her body tight against me, fighting the urge to pull her right into my lap and thrust my now painfully hard cock against her. I dragged my tongue slowly along her bottom lip, groaning in arousal and frustration as she denied me the taste of her mouth. I chuckled breathlessly, resting my forehead against her temple before skimming my nose along her jaw. Her breath left her hastily as my lips rested against her ear. "Bella…you have to let me in sometime."
She shuddered against me, my fingers curling around her waist as she turned to assault me with smoldering eyes. "I don't suck face in a crowded bar, Edward."
I lost my breath at how erotic the word suck sounded from her little mouth, and I desperately needed her to give me the word so I could take her upstairs and demonstrate just how good of a time I could really show her.
"Shall we head upstairs then?" I whispered, taking her earlobe between my teeth before pulling back to show her my every intent by just the look in my eyes. I didn't break away, signaling the waitress and tossing random bills her way as we rose from the booth hastily.
I took her hand in mine as we walked rapidly towards the elevator, our fingers flexing together just to feel the contraction of muscles that our bodies were aching for. I pressed the up arrow and slid behind her as we waited for the elevator to descend. She hummed softly as my arms slid around her waist and my chin rested on her shoulder, pulling her backwards until her tight ass was nestled delectably against my solid cock. "Do you feel what you do to me, Bella? Every shift of your body, every blush on your cheek, every word on your tongue…you've driven me crazy all night…and now it's your turn."
She groaned quietly, pressing back into my body as her fingers gripped mine around her waist. "Tease," she whispered breathlessly.
I dragged my bottom lip slowly along the shell of her ear, my breaths heavy as we waited for the escape into our much needed privacy. "Mmm, I don't tease, Bella. I promise."
Like a gift from God above, the elevator doors opened a moment later. Bella tried to walk ahead of me but I pulled her against my body, not letting her forget what she'd soon be getting from me. Once we were nestled into the back of the lift, two elderly women walked in and stood farther ahead of us, rambling to each other obliviously.
My eyes nearly rolled back in my head as Bella slid her hand between us and rubbed me in thick strokes through my pants. I shifted her hair behind her shoulder and attacked her neck with my tongue as I crushed her back against my chest.
I slid my hand around her waist and between our bodies until my fingers were covering hers as she touched me with the perfect amount of pressure. "Do you want it?" I whispered deeply, feeling lightheaded as she laid her head against my shoulder and turned to meet my eyes.
Fuck, I could almost smell our sex in the air, the throbbing of our bodies and the aching need as we fucked each other with our heated stare. She nodded and clasped her eyes tightly, lips parted as I palmed her ass roughly.
It was almost too much to control. I swallowed thickly and leaned down until we were cheek-to-cheek, our mouths side by side as we fondled each other between our tight embrace. "I'm going to make you cum the second we're behind closed doors…and that's a fucking promise," I whispered darkly, soft pants escaping our lips at a hurried pace.
She was trembling against me, her fingers becoming clumsy as she squeezed my dick in her tiny hand. Fuck, this girl was going to be the death of me. The elevator stopped at the eighteenth floor, letting the elderly passengers off before we were left entirely alone—and make no mistake…if there weren't cameras in that elevator, she'd be cumming on my fingers in no more than ten seconds flat.
Alas, all we could do was wait.
We allowed our heavy breaths to fill the elevator as we wrapped ourselves in each other, the ding of the open door sounding out like sweet salvation.
She held onto my belt buckle as I walked backwards towards my door, my eyes moving from her lips to the little bow that would unravel that stunning fucking dress.
Just one pull…
I fumbled with my key in the lock until the door finally broke free. I pulled Bella inside by her hand as she squealed, laughing until my door was slammed shut and she was pressed tightly against it.
Her laughter was quickly replaced with an intense silence as we stared at each other in the light of the surrounding city that poured through my blinds. I brushed my lips back and forth against hers, sliding my hands up and down her sides as her breath left her lungs quickly. "Will you let me in, Bella?" I whispered, my eyes closing tightly as her warm tongue slid into my mouth the moment my words escaped me.
She tasted divine, sweet with a subtle hint of alcohol as she moaned softly, our tongues twisting together, every breath, every groan, every texture of skin sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. My hands slid eagerly down her body and down to her thigh, lifting one leg and hooking it around my ass as I pushed her further against the door. "Bella…let me touch you, baby," I whispered breathlessly. "I just want to make you feel good."
"Yes," she sighed, kissing me chastely on the lips before deepening it with her tongue. I slid my hand up her leg and beneath her dress, my fingertips skimming along the edge of her lacy underwear. The heat from between her legs radiated from her body, my hand becoming hot and sticky from her need. "Please," she mouthed, laying her head back against the door as she shut her eyes.
I ran my tongue along the column of her neck, two fingers sliding beneath lacy fabric and feeling the evidence of her arousal…
I knew she fucking wanted me.
My fingers ghosted along the outside of her sex, rubbing gently against her clit before leaving it just as quickly. She was writhing on my hand. "I thought you said you don't tease," she groaned, grabbing my wrist where it disappeared beneath her dress.
I chuckled and pressed my lips to hers. "I don't."
My fingers slid inside of her saturated heat, the wetness of her skin providing the perfect amount of lubrication as I swirled my fingers inside of her. She grunted gutturally, almost as if she were in pain as her grip on my wrist tightened viciously. I took her mouth, our tongues swirling rapidly in the air between us. I already felt her walls convulsing around my fingers, her climax so dangerously close as I worked her with my hand rapidly.
"Fuck," she whimpered, crashing her forehead against mine as we kissed in wet, sloppy strokes.
I slid my mouth down to her jaw before resting my lips against her ear. "It's okay, baby. Just let it go."
She cried out loudly a moment later, her arms flying around my neck as she crushed her body against mine. I moaned as she rode out the waves of pleasure around my fingers, slowly stroking her clit as she came back down.
It was a very real possibility that I'd never been harder in my life.
She was downright radiant in her post-coital glow, her cheeks flushed and her eyes alight with fire as she smirked up at me. I bit my lip as she shoved me backwards playfully. "Come on, playboy…why don't I help you out with your little problem there?"
I shook my head at her, sliding her hand past my stomach to rest over my aching erection. "Do you feel anything little about my problem, Bella?"
She licked her bottom lip and gazed up at me beneath her lashes. "Not at all."
She giggled breathlessly as I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, quickening our pace towards the bed she would soon be screaming my name in. "Can I tell you something?" I whispered into her ear.
"You have multiple STDs?"
I chuckled. "I'm clean as a whistle. What about you?"
She nodded. "I'm good."
I groaned deeply. "I have no doubt about that, beautiful."
"Then what is it?"
I turned her to face me and as I walked her backwards through my bedroom door, our eyes met significantly. I kissed her once before pulling her against me in a tight embrace, my hands running up and down her back with purpose. "I think you're stunning, intelligent, and one hell of a ballbuster—and I need you to know how honored I am to have your company tonight, Bella. Whatever we do in this room together…just know that I won't take a single moment for granted."
She stared at me for a second before her lips turned into a smirk. "Damn, you're good."
I smiled crookedly, fingering the tiny bow at her hip that I was preparing to untie. "Well I won't deny that…but I'm just being honest. I'll worship you right here and now, if you'll let me."
She looked at me for a moment before unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt. "I believe you, Edward."
I closed my eyes and lost my breath at how tantalizing my name sounded as it left her lips.
And with my eyes burning into hers, I pulled on the soft fabric of her wrap dress until she was standing before me in nothing but a red bra and panties…with her heels still strapped to her perfect feet.
Every man's wet fucking dream was standing right in front of me, begging for more.
And who was I to refuse her?
Everything became urgent as she pulled at the buttons of my shirt, fighting with them to release so she could touch my skin. She finally threw my shirt to the ground as I grabbed her by the hips and tossed her onto my California king, a gentle cry falling from her lips as she landed with a thud. I came to stand in front of her, her fingers working rapidly on my belt buckle as the metal clanked loudly in the silent room.
She dragged her nails up and down the bulge in my pants as she popped the button. I groaned and gathered her hair in my hands as her tongue ran up and down the trail of hair beneath my belly button, pulling my pants off of my hips hastily as I fell over her on the bed. "Scoot back," I growled, crawling over her as she clambered up my silk comforter.
Bella arched her back, leaning forward to take my bottom lip between her teeth and pulling me back down by her hold on my mouth. I felt my cock twitch violently against my boxer briefs and knew we couldn't prolong this. I covered her slender body with my weight, unclasping her bra with three fingers and dragging my teeth along every inch of newly-exposed skin. I tasted the salt of her skin on my tongue, groaning loudly as her hands slid inside my boxers and palmed my ass forcefully.
I tossed her bra behind me, rising up to take each breast in my hands and push them gently together, the sight of them fitting so perfectly into my hands made my brow furrow in the intense wave of pleasure that over took me. "So fucking beautiful," I murmured, leaning down to take one nipple into my mouth as her fingers dug into my scalp.
She cried out as I sucked the sensitive bud forcefully, massaging her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She pressed her hot center against my chest as she writhed beneath me, fighting for the friction I was more than happy to give her. "You're skin tastes so fucking sweet," I groaned, planting wet kisses along her chest and neck until I reached her ear. "I want to be inside of you, Bella," I whispered, sliding my hand down her stomach until my palm was pressed flat against the wet fabric of her lace-covered pussy.
She grabbed my hand and slid it inside of her panties. "Take them off and fuck me."
"Jesus Christ," I groaned, tugging the tiny scrap of fabric down her legs and leaving her spread bare before me. I ran my hands up and down her thighs, taking in every inch of her smooth skin and every curve of her body.
She was fucking breathtaking.
I knelt on either side of her legs as she sat up in front of me, pressing a kiss against my stomach as she pulled my boxers down languidly. Her eyes smoldered into mine as she took my cock in her fist and pumped it slowly.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, my mouth dry as my dark eyes burned into hers. "You know where they are," I smirked sinfully.
She smiled and shook her head, reaching towards my bedside table and grabbing a magnum. She bit her lip and looked up at me. "Hmm…you're a big boy aren't you, Edward Masen?"
She ripped the wrapper with her teeth and I cursed sharply under my breath. "You're going to find out real fucking soon, beautiful."
"Show me," she whispered, slowly rolling the condom up my shaft as my mouth fell open. Her little fingers slid over my cock until there was nothing stopping me from burying myself deep inside her wet pussy. I placed my palm over her stomach, pushing until she was laying flat underneath me. My forearms fell on either side of her head as our tongues met in quick wet strokes. I reached between us and ran the head of my cock up and down her dripping slit, adding extra pressure every time I reached her clit. She groaned deeply and took two fistfuls of my hair, pulling to the point of pain. A pain I was fucking desperate for.
"Can I help you with something, Bella?" I smiled against her throat, kissing her slowly before meeting her frustrated gaze.
She leaned up and bit down on my earlobe—hard—before wrapping her hand around mine and slowly sliding my cock inside of her. I panted heavily as I stretched and filled her inch by inch. She was so fucking ridiculously tight, I had to concentrate on anything but the feel of her taut walls gripping me or I would bust before my first Goddamn thrust…
She whimpered steadily, her hands gripping the back of my neck tightly as her legs wrapped farther around my waist. "Edward…" she breathed, pulling at my shoulders until my body enveloped her completely.
"Say it again," I murmured, swirling my hips slowly as she adjusted to my length. Her entire body was quivering beneath me, fighting to hold on to me as I filled her to the brim with my throbbing cock.
She called my name in a whimper as I stroked her pussy at a steady rhythm, her fingers digging into my back as I moved above her. "Are you okay?" I breathed against her lips.
She nodded and moaned softly. "I'm better than okay."
I smiled and pulled all the way out before pushing back in, her body already adjusting to take me fully inside of her.
I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my mouth, my teeth grazing across her skin as I picked up my pace. She held my face against her chest, begging me to take her harder…to give her more.
I growled loudly and lifted her from the bed, pulling her on top of me until she was straddling my waist. "Ride me, baby," I panted, holding her waist as she rocked back and forth on my cock.
I was so much deeper in this position as she swiveled her hips over me, my hands reaching up to palm her breasts as she threw her head back wildly. I lifted my hips, pushing into her as far as I could go and repeating the action, each time causing a deep ache of pleasure to shoot through my groin. Fuck, there was no way I was coming yet…not when the girl on top of me was capable of giving me this much mind-numbing satisfaction.
Bella leaned down and kissed my lips, entwining her fingers with mine as she had her way with me. We began moving frantically against one another, the need bubbling up and threatening to explode as the silence of the room was pierced by the loud slapping of our skin. I reached down and circled her clit with my thumb, her muscles instantly clenching around my cock as I drew thick circles around her aching skin. "Come on me, Bella," I demanded, rubbing the swollen flesh where we were connected as her hips convulsed in an uneven pattern. She screamed, collapsing onto my chest as she worked my cock with every throb of her pussy. She looked untamed as she thrashed above me…I was entranced with every shudder, every moan, every sign of her need as she took what she needed from me.
I couldn't hold out much longer, my face twisting from the intense pleasure I felt with every movement of her body. "Tell me what you want…."I practically begged her, my fingers digging into her hips as she moved slowly above me.
She waited until my eyes were unclenched, her smile devious as she stared down at me. "I want it hard…show me what you've got, Edward."
I moaned loudly, my cock growing impossibly larger inside of her as I slid my hands up her arms and took hers, placing them on the top of my headboard. I leaned up and kissed her nipple before running my tongue between both pert breasts. "Don't you dare let go," I warned, sliding my fingers along her sides as I laid back down.
Her eyes closed in anticipation, her body practically humming above me as her fingers curled around my headboard. "Look at me," I growled, waiting until her eyes were connected with mine before lifting my hips completely off the bed and impaling her on my cock. She cried out in a breathy whimper, her hands threatening to loosen from their grip as I held my position deep inside of her. "Don't let go," I reminded her breathlessly, my thumbs drawing circles against her hips.
I closed my eyes and held her against me as I started a frantic, rough pace, our skin sounding out loudly and rapidly together. The room was filled with her high pitched cries of pleasure and my deep moans, our bodies becoming sticky and heated as I pounded her pussy relentlessly just like she wanted. I was nearly dizzy with the scent of our bodies combining, the sounds we made for each other and the aching throb burning deep below my belly button.
It was too much and I couldn't wait another minute to reach my release. I pried her fingers from the headboard and crushed her body to me, both of us sitting up in the bed as she straddled my waist and rode me in heavy circles with her hips. My hands slid down her back and cupped her ass, spreading her until my thrusts were frantic once more. I moaned loudly as her nails dug into my skin and dragged down my spine. "Cum again, baby. Cum with me…I'm…fuck…"
"Yes…I'm so close, please…" she pleaded with me as I fought to hold off on my orgasm until she reached hers…it made me feel so fucking good to give her pleasure, and the second she clenched around my cock and screamed my name I was done, groaning loudly as I released inside the condom. My arms wrapped around her waist and trapped her against me, our wet bodies sliding easily together as we gave into the intense pleasure that had been escalating since our eyes first met at Secrets…
Fuck, this girl made me cum so fucking hard it hurt…
I panted breathlessly into her chest, running my hands up and down her back as she slowed her movements above me.
"Bella…" I moaned, a chuckle threatening to break from my lips at just how fucking epic our sex had been.
"I didn't know," she whispered so softly that I barely heard her. "I didn't know it could be like that…"
My chest constricted at the pain in her voice, and I suddenly felt a burst of unbridled anger that some fuckhead guy who was infected with the monogamies didn't treat her like she deserved.
I ran my fingers through her hair, kissing her forehead as she slowly slid off of my lap. I quickly pulled off the condom and tied it up before tossing it in the garbage can next to my bed as she fumbled for her dress.
I was thoroughly confused and a little insulted that she was so eager to run away from me after what we had just given each other.
"Bella?" I questioned softly.
"Hmm?" she smiled back at me as she slid her underwear over her hips.
"Where are you going?"
She smirked at me and patted my head like a dog. "I told you I was going home after you worked me out, playboy."
I stood up and pulled the dress from her hands, tossing it on the other side my bed as I ran my fingers up and down her spine. "Bella…"
"Edward, I'm not sleeping here tonight," she sighed.
I bit back my chuckle. "Bella…"
She rolled her eyes but smiled as she looked up at me. "What, are you going to get clingy on me now?"
I kissed her neck and lifted her from the floor, her eyes going wide as I laid her back down in the bed. "First of all, there's nothing clingy about me. Second of all, I don't expect you to sleep here if you don't want to…but Bella? When did I ever say I was done working you out, as you so delicately put it?"
Her brow furrowed in confusion. "But you came…"
My stomach twisted in sympathy for this poor girl. What kind of losers had she been with if they couldn't even give her a round two? Hmm…it was quite clear to me that I would have to do everything in my power to make Bella Swan see God--repeatedly and often--throughout our one ambitious night together. I didn't make a habit of repeat performances, but something inside me was screaming for more of this girl…and I had a hunch that she needed more from me too.
"Bella," I whispered, pressing my lips against hers as I slid her panties down her legs. "I'm going to make damn sure that after tonight, you'll know exactly what you've been missing out on before I entered your world."
She looked at me hesitantly for a moment and I suddenly feared that I'd overstepped my boundaries. "You can leave if you'd like, beautiful. You need to do what feels right for you."
"No," she whispered softly, smiling up at me. "I'll stay awhile longer."
Her hungry eyes met mine as my fingers drifted along her chin. "No regrets?" I questioned softly.
She shook her head and pressed her lips firmly against mine.
"No regrets."
A/N:
Brits: Phew…I feel like he just worked me out…
Kate: Brits, can you PLEASE stop humping Playboyward's leg now??
Brits: rolls eyes Fine…
Kate: Besides, you have to save your energy for the next chapter....
Brits: Pshh, you get to write the next chapter…until a certain hot piece of doctor comes into play…then imma step my game up…
Kate: STEP OFF MY MAN, HOOR!
Brits and Kate tussle briefly, until realizing there's enough hot men in this story to share…kiss and make up
Kate: Hmm, speaking of hot pieces, we have a few friendly PSA's for all of you lovelies reading along....we'd like to clear up a few things that we've been getting multiple PM's/Reviews about.
1. There will be no CxE action in this story. If that's what you're looking for, we apologize.
2. There will be no CxBxE threesome action in this story. We don't have enough kink in our cornflakes for that kind of story line. Wait, wait…we totes do, but not in this little ficcie…
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Brits throws down with Kate again for trying to hog C and E
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