BELLA'S POV

I didn't know what to expect or do exactly, but it seemed like my body was guiding me.

In the heat of the moment, I was drawn to his neck and started sucking it. It was like sucking on a wall. I looked at the spot, almost expecting to see a hickey, but, of course, there was nothing. I was a little disappointed, and he must have been able to see it in my face.

"What were you expecting?" I could tell he was trying to not laugh.

"Nothing, I guess," I said, feeling silly.

I leaned over to kiss him again, when suddenly something started ringing.

"HOLY HELL!" I screamed, rolling off of him. "What is that?"

"Relax," he said, laughing. "It's my cell phone. Must be Esme or Carlisle."

Emmett got off the bed and walked to the chair near the fireplace where he'd set our bag. He opened it and pulled out his cell phone.

"It's Carlisle." He opened it and answered. "Sup, Carlisle." He was quiet as he listened, saying "okay," "fine," and "mhmm" here and there. He turned to me and held the phone out. "Say hello. They want to know if I've managed to keep you alive." He rolled his eyes. I laughed.

"Hi, Carlisle, Esme," I said loudly so he could hear me.

"See?" said Emmett. The conversation continued for a few more minutes, and when he hung up he turned back to me.

"What happened?" I asked, as he put his cell phone back into the bag.

"They're going back to Forks. They said to head there when we go back. Rosalie is still being difficult." He walked back over to me. "So where were we?"

He got back on the bed. I laid back down as he got on top of me and held himself up on his hands in a sort of push-up position. He lowered himself to kiss me, and that kiss was enough to get me back in the mood.

I kissed him back aggressively, grabbing the back of his head to get a handful of his hair. I pulled him away to breathe, but again he gave me so little time to catch my breath.

My body temperature was rising; I could feel myself sweating and my skin was getting flushed even with his cold skin so close to mine. The warmth ran through me and centered itself between my legs.

At this point I could think of nothing else but myself with Emmett. I wanted him and I wasn't going to take no for an answer, or let any thoughts of guilt ruin this moment.

I wrapped my legs around his waist. We were past the point of speaking; our bodies were communicating intuitively. He lowered himself more, and I could feel something hard on my crotch through the material of my jeans. I pulled away from our kiss and stared into his eyes, biting on my bottom lip.

"Sorry," he said softly. I shook my head and touched his face.

"Don't be. I want you," I said bit my lip again. He smiled and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I reached down to unbutton his pants, but he stopped me.

"No, Bella."

"Why not?" His sudden rejection stung. Why wouldn't he let me do it? He was hard, so I knew he wanted this too.

"Its too dangerous. I could hurt you." I rolled my eyes at the all too familiar excuse.

"Why? Because I'm a fragile human?" He was quiet and looked away. "Edward didn't hurt me." He looked at me again, the smallest tinge of jealousy in his eyes.
"I'm not...Edward." Now I knew he was upset; I could hear it in his voice.

"No, but you're sure starting to sound like him." I tried to push him away from me, but he was to heavy for me and he wouldn't move voluntarily.

"Get off of me, Emmett." He just continued to stare at me. "Emmett, move."

Tears were welling up in my eyes. It was frustrating to want someone so badly and be denied. I tried rolling to my side but his arm was in the way.

"Bella," he said. I ignored him. I felt his hand moving down my body.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking at him. He didn't say anything. I felt his hand stop at the button of my jeans. I looked down to see what he was doing. He unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled down on the zipper while giving me smile. I couldn't stop myself from grinning when I raised myself up to kiss him.

Emmett tugged on my jeans again, and I raised my hips up to make it easier. I could feel my skin tighten as I got goosebumps.

EMMETT'S POV

I slid her pants down and saw her black, lacey panties. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment to focus. I couldn't believe I was going to do this, especially with Bella. I felt her squeeze my arm, which made me open my eyes and look at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked, worried.

"Nothing," I answered. What would Edward think if he ever found out?

I started kissing her again, lowering my hand until I felt the material of her underwear. I let my hand slide under its waistband.

"Mmm," she said in my mouth as we continued to kiss. I felt her hips push down from the shock of my cold skin on her warm skin.

I felt her heat on my hand. I didn't know what to think of this; it was the first time I had felt a woman here that I could remember. I let my hand keep going until I felt the warmth and wetness of her on my fingertips.

This too was new to me, but the sensation it raised urged me kiss her more aggressively. I had to hold myself back, though, because I could break her jaw or something. The self-control only bottled up and felt more intense, and I was getting harder.

She spread her legs wider, letting me know I wasn't the only one who wanted this. I was eager to let my fingers inside her, and I rubbed my fingers gently on the sides of her place, making her moan. I was teasing both of us, having trouble holding back from slipping them into her.

She bit on her lower lip and pulled on it with her teeth, which for some reason drove me crazy. It was such a human action and it was like a way for me to find out what she was feeling.

I let my finger slip into Bella and kissed her, which made her moan. She was even warmer inside and really wet. I slipped my finger all the way in; her walls clenched around my finger. I slowly brought my finger out and then back into her. She stopped kissing me and looked down at my hand. She was moaning and her breathing sped up as I moved my finger.

I really wanted to be in her, but I knew that wasn't
going to happen. Not while she was a human, at least. I felt her hand on mine as she pushed down on it, signaling that she wanted me to go deeper.

I changed to a circular motion and did what she wanted. She let her hand rest again and closed her eyes, moaning louder. She ran her hands through her hair and I smiled with the knowledge that I'd found her spot. I kept going in circles but changed my pace, going faster.

"Emmett, please."

I knew she wanted us to have sex, and I couldn't deny I wanted it too. But it wasn't safe.

I ignored her plea and continued fingering her. She placed her hands on my back, and with one last moan she pulled at the back of my shirt. Her breathing began to slow down.

I smiled as I pulled my finger out of her, glad to see her satisfied. I looked down at my finger, still wet from her. I wondered...how did it taste?

I licked my finger, and she pulled my finger out of my mouth in alarm. It tasted sweet.

"Ew. Don't do that." I tried to get a sense of how she tasted.

"It's…sweet." I said.

"What?" She made a face of disgust. I nodded and brought my finger to my mouth again.

"It's good. Like when I tasted you on that piece of meat, back on the island."

She pulled her jeans up and brought herself into a sitting position.

"Your turn." She smiled seductively and reached for my zipper. I stopped her.

"No." She stopped smiling.

"Wouldn't you like to go out and see the stars instead? We could take a blanket." I hoped this would
distract her.

"I guess." She was definitely disappointed. I grabbed her chin.

"Oh, come on. It's dark out and we're in Ireland. It's really beautiful out there."

"Emmett."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Can I take a shower?"

At least she hadn't asked about having sex. I started laughing; her question was so random.

ROSALIE'S POV

"AHHH!" I hissed, trying to break the door of my room down. This time it gave in a bit. "Carlisle, open the door!"

"Rosalie, you're acting like a newborn," he said from the other side of the door.

"Where is he?" I demanded. I could feel my stomach turning. I was hungry, but that was the last thing on my mind. I had a savage, violent desire to rip the girl's neck apart and feed.

No one takes what's mine. No one. Especially a puny, little human.

I jumped to the other side of my room and sat down on the floor. I looked around at the completely destroyed space. My clothes and Emmett's were torn into pieces and scattered everywhere. The posters of his favorite bands that used to be on the wall were along with them.

I looked at the oversized wedding picture I'd had framed. There was a huge gash through it; ironically, it was right between Emmett and myself.

I heard the door click as it opened. Carlisle stepped in holding a mug. I sniffed the air and recognized the smell of deer's blood. He held it out to me and I flashed over, grabbed it, and ran back to my spot on the floor.

It wasn't that filthy human girl's blood, but I couldn't resist any longer; I needed it. I sat back down and let it fill my mouth. I gulped it down, not caring that some of it ran down the sides of my mouth. When the mug was empty, I quickly cleaned my face up with my fingers and licked them.

"Where's Emmett?" I asked. Carlisle just looked around the room at everything I'd destroyed. I didn't understand why he didn't believe me.

"Carlisle, why are you letting them do this? Emmett is my husband," I said quietly. We both stayed at our places. I wrapped my arms around my knees, and held them close to my chest. I rested my forehead on them.

"Rosalie, you were beating him."

"That's not your business! Nor is it the point. He's cheating on me right in front of my face," I hissed at him.

"Rosalie, I think you're taking things out of context. Alice and Jasper left; Edward left. You never liked Bella, so who else was she going to turn to? The only other person who she could spend time with comfortably was Emmett. And in your jealousy…" He continued on, but I drifted off into my own thoughts.

Yeah, maybe he was right.

But then why had Emmett been silent when I asked if he was in love with her?

I was hoping Carlisle was right, but something was telling me not to get my hopes up.

BELLA'S POV

"Wow," I said, looking at the stars. I laid down on the blanket Emmett had spread out. Before I could even see how he'd gotten there, he was already next to me. He put his arm to his side so I could use it as a pillow.

I had taken a warm shower in the small outhouse Emmett had built for me. He had boiled some water for me on the stove and given me soap and shampoo provided for us in cabin. My hair was still wet so I pulled my hood up and pulled the another blanket tighter around my body. There was a gentle breeze, and I heard Emmett take a deep breath.

"You smell so good." He sighed

"Tempting?" I asked. He laughed.

"You've been tempting to all of us since the first day Edward brought you home. We just tried to never think about it, for Edwards's sanity. He'd freak out if he knew we wanted to kill his girlfriend."

"What?" I asked, worried.

"I mean, drink your blood. Carlisle would have never allowed it, of course. You know that day Edward saved your life, when James bite you? I sort of envied him. He got to taste your blood." He shuddered. "Virgin's blood. Ah, fuck."

"You've had virgin blood before?" I asked. I didn't know much about his past, and this would be a perfect oppurtunity to find out. I turned to my side to face him.

He nodded, not looking at me, but up at the stars.

"How many times?"

"Twice."

"How different is their blood?" I asked.

"It tastes...pure, sort of like a child's blood. I don't know how to explain it...I just know that it's way more satisfying than an adult's." I gasped at the last part. He closed his eyes.

"Yes," He hung his head. "I have had child's blood before, and I'm...I mean, it still haunts me to this day. The only way I could ever learn to live with myself was to come to terms with the fact that she was my first hunt. I couldn't control myself then." He began laying with his hands, and he said it all without so much as a glance at me. "And even that...sometimes even that isn't enough."

There was a long silence, and I desperately wanted to change the subject. I decided to bring up the first thing that popped into my mind.

"I'm not a virgin anymore, you know that, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, I know. I'm surprised it took Edward this long. If I were him I'd die from the temptation. Especially after he refused a mate for so long."

"How do you know it happened recently?" I asked. He smirked.

"Because it was the day I realized I wanted you."

I snuggled in closer to Emmett. I could smell the scent of the ocean in the air mixed in with the grass on the hills.

"Are you tempted still?" I asked him, hoping he would say yes. He turned to me and let his eyes rove from my eyes to my lips. He swallowed.

"Yeah."

"Well then?" I said, kissing his neck.

"I have no right to do that with you, Bella," he said, but he didn't push me away.

"But what about what happened earlier?" I asked. He swallowed again.

"That's different."

"Not to me," I said. He still didn't look convinced. "Look, Emmett, we both want to and we're in Ireland. No one has to know."

He just stared at me. I looked away, ready to give up the conversation, when I heard him sigh. I turned to see him roll his eyes and say, "Fuck it."

He pulled his shirt up over his head. My heart started racing. He straddled me, bent down to kiss my lips, unzipped my hoodie and brought his hand under my shirt. He massaged my left breast.

"If I start...getting out of hand...tell me," he said in between kisses.

"I will," I said, already out of breath.

Funny how things turn out.

To me, he was always the big bear, the one I saw as a protective older brother.

And now he was becoming my lover.

Little did I know that this trip, would be the turning point of my life.

A/N

I just wanted to know how old my readers are and where they are from.

(Don't worry, I know this is a rated M story, but I'm not going to shoo you away if your younger then 18. Everyone has their own right to read what they like. And I have no control who clicks into my story.)