Chapter 33: Sex Goddess says WHAT?

Edward:

I slowly return to consciousness, but still refusing to open my eyes to the morning light. Behind my closed lids, flashes of pictures from last night run like a slideshow in my mind and I can't help it as my lips turn up remembering. Even as I'm shaking the remnants of sleep from my eyes, my body is conscious of the space between us as she sleeps. I reach out a hand and caress her….beefy, hairy arm….hairy? What the fuck?

My eyes fly open to be greeting with Emmett's smiling face a hairsbreadth from my own. "G'morning sunshine!" He says with a wink.

"Jesus Christ, Emmett, what the hell?" I shriek (yes, shriek…I just fondled Emmett for God's sake, I think a manly shriek is warranted, don't you?) "What the hell are you doing?" I scoot backwards toward my edge of the bed making sure to wrap my junk tightly in the sheet.

"Well, I was waiting patiently for you to wake the fuck up until your one-eyed willy started poking me in the thigh!" He stretches clasping his hands behind his head. "And, Edward, fondling me? What would Rosie say? Although honestly, I've got a half chub going!"

"Arrrrghhhh…." I scream jumping from the bed, not caring that the Kong is swinging freely because the image in my brain will send me to therapy for sure. I spit and wipe my mouth to try to get the taste of the mental pictures out of my brain. I remember my nakedness and clutch a frou-frou pillow from the chair to cover myself.

"Em, you aren't right. You know that don't ya?" I say, protecting my stuff as I shove my feet into some sleep pants and pull them up, covering my nakedness.

"You know you want me, Eddie, don't worry I won't tell anyone. It'll be our secret." He chuckles as my expense and 'oofs' as the pillow I throw hits him in the face.

"Shuddup asshole. What's up?" I ask as I start to sit on the bed until Em purposely rearranges his crotch and forces me to prop up the wall at the doorframe.

"Daddy C got some chatter about a possible shipment of 'special friends' from China the Volturi ordered to sell. Ed, man, they're kids….fuck, their practically babies. C figures some of them will make an appearance at the club tomorrow night as party favors to some of his VIP's." Emmett says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching in anger.

"How old?" I say, my own anger bubbling up. Emmett's head shakes as he sighs. "Em, how old?" I say more forcefully.

"I dunno, 13 to 15." He says quietly and I know he's picturing his own children, my godchildren and I feel like someone's punched a hole in my chest. I have to grip the doorframe to keep from punching it. Em's right…they are just babies. They should be giggling at sleepovers and experiencing the freeing innocence of adolescence, not being sold to the highest bidder amongst evilness who wants to break them completely. Who want to use and abuse them and toss them away without a second thought.

"Shit!" I mutter, running my hand into my hair and pulling it at the roots. Over the years of my career, first as a cop and now in the FBI, the cases involving kids are the ones that haunt me the most. I can still see the faces of the children involved in the cases I've had over the years, I don't know that they will ever go away. Truthfully, it's those faces that keep me going; those faces make what I have to do worth it.

"Em, what the hell do we do? How do I stand by and watch that and not do anything? I don't think I can." I ask and our expressions match, hopelessness.

"Ed, man, you have to. Just know we'll save them. We will." Em says sadly.

"At what cost?" I mutter as I leave the room, my good mood suddenly soured as I walk into the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee and sit heavily beside Bella on the barstool.

"Em told you about the girls, huh?" Bella asks deep into her cup.

"Yup." I say as the coffee burns across my tongue.

"You ok?" She asks, finally turning those soulful brown eyes toward my face.

"No, I just fondled Emmett." I deadpan, hoping humor will take the anger away.

"Huh. I don't really know how to respond to that, Edward." Bella says with a chuckle.

"Neither do I."

Emmett bounds into the room, rubbing his hands up and down his chest as he swings open the refrigerator door and half of him disappears inside. We watch spellbound as he pulls out a small mountain of food including everything from eggs to chocolate cake frosting and dumps all his bounty onto the counter.

"Damn, I'm hungry. Anybody?" He asks and we can only shake our heads in shock as he starts shoveling food in his mouth while he cracks the eggs into a pan on the stove.

Bella's not used to his human garbage disposal display like I am as her eyes widen with his every move. She looks at me in shock and all I can do is shrug.

"So, what kind of dirty treat are you guys going to do for your scene tomorrow night?" Emmett asks, munching on cheese wrapped around deli meat and uses a spatula to flip his eggs.

I sober in an instant and our eyes meet the blank stares evident on both our faces. Shit, I hadn't even thought of the scene. I mean, why would I, our lives only depended on it. Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck!

"You guys haven't got something yet? What the hell guys?" Emmett admonishes as he sits down at the bar with a mountain on his plate. "What the hell have you guys been doing besides playing games of hide the sausage? Christ, Edward, you moron."

The silence that fills the room is so loud, only being broken by the sounds of Em's fork scraping against the plate.

"I think we need to go above and beyond the average here." Bella says hesitantly.

"So, you fuck Edward? Tighhhht." Emmett grins around a mouthful of food.

"Em, for fucks sake. She isn't going to fuck me. You were NOT thinking that right?" I implore Bella, a small trace of fear running up my spine as I await her answer.

"God, no, ewww." Bella's body shudders.

My shoulders sag in relief as my mind races. I picture Bella and me in various scenes and none of them feel right. Bella's lip disappears between her teeth as her brow scrunches in concentration. I don't even think about it as I reach out with my thumb to swipe across it, releasing the plump pink from her white teeth. My palm cups her cheek and her soft smile mirrors mine as Emmett's gaze bounces between us like he's watching Wimbledon.

"Spanking? Flogging?" Bella asks.

"I don't want to hit you."

"Squirting?" she asks, blushing as Emmett's face lights up.

"You squirt, Baby Bell? HOOOOTTTTT!" The big dork groans out.

"Don't know if it will hold their interest like it captivates me." I say, watching her face blush even more as I chuckle. Em's head again bouncing back and forth between us.

"Well, there's only one other solution then." Bella says, huffing out a nervous breath.

I imagine her saying toys or handcuffs….silk scarves or even ropes. What she says though isn't at all what I expect.

"Anal." She says, nodding her head confidently and Emmett lets out a yell of agreement.

I unfortunately, choose the moment before to take a drink of coffee, which leads to scalding liquid burning my throat and damn near comes out my nose as I cough and wheeze for my breath.

Emmett's meaty hand connecting with my back rearranges all my internal organs as I try to regain my composure. The visual image of taking Bella like that flashing through my mind and causes my dick to do the sombrero dance in my pants. Then my other brain kicks in with the ramifications of what she's suggesting.

"Kick ass….a little one eyed guy in the brown eye….Swweeeeet!" Emmett high-fives Bella as she chuckles at his junior high antics.

"Bella, you realize what you're saying right? I mean, you've never done that before. God, I don't want to hurt you." I say, pleading with her to understand.

"Ok, so don't. Yes, I haven't done that before, so I guess I know what we're doing for the rest of today then." Her eyebrows wiggle and she gives me a devilish grin as she leaves the room with a parting comment "I'm off to take a shower. Later, Em."

Em, surprisingly doesn't say anything for a moment, but the impish smile on his lips lets me know the silence is short-lived.

"You lucky fucking bastard! Do you realize what I have to do to get into Rosie's ass? Hell, I have to beg and plead. Hell, the last time she gave in, I had to paint the shutters on the house. You're being offered Bella's on a silver fucking platter. I fucking hate you man." Emmett says smacking me upside the head.

I have to laugh at his disgruntled speech, but my laughter doesn't stop the worry I have in the back of my mind. I mean, don't get me wrong, even the thought of doing that with Bella has my inner pervert jumping for joy…but I know that the first time for a girl isn't always pleasurable and I cringe now thinking of causing her any pain.

"So, when you gonna tell her you're in love with her?" Emmett asks quietly.