A/N: This one will raise some eyebrows, drop jaws... and yeah. Let's move on...I'll be back in an hour or so cause I gotta feed the kiddies.

* prepares the new package of panties for readers *

Special Note: I'm all up for criticism in the reviews, I just ask that if you don't like it or disagree with something, I or any of the other authors write, that you be respectful about it. We do this for free and take time out of our RL and families in order to write such stories. We do this out of love.

Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.

Beta: HollBeth

Simply Promised

Chapter 41

EPOV

Ever since T kicked me out of my own apartment, I've been feeling happy.

It's a strange thing, the way an invisible weight was lifted off my whole body almost as if I never knew it was there to begin with.

I remember when the words left her mouth, the way she waited expectantly for me to grovel more and become the puppet she has been manipulating all these years.

I didn't have it in me to even make a sound, a noise that would let her know just how heartbroken a man like me should have been.

I smiled instead because I just could not help it.

It was an involuntary reaction that unfortunately resulted in more china being thrown my way.

That was two days ago and I have yet to see her.

I can hear her through the wall.

Actually I can hear more than I realized was possible.

I want to ask Bella about the things that I know she has been privy to...

But I'm too embarrassed to do so.

Could she have heard me when I moaned her name in my sleep?

I dread to think that she did, and the more I think about it the more I become nervous and in a way disgusted... aroused even.

Flaunting an intimate moment, even if unknowingly, has never been my thing.

I could just imagine Bella trying to sleep at night only to hear T and I in the moment.

An uncomfortable tightening in my jeans surprises me again.

Really surprises me because I haven't been hard like this in weeks.

I will it to go away to no avail.

I make sure Bella and that ridiculous cat are out of the apartment before I decide to take care of my problem.

I get settled in the closed confinement of the bathroom in case Bella does come home early.

Jeans pulled down, ass on cold the side of the tub, cock in hand, eyes closed...

I'm ready and let the memories come unhindered.

I remember the way T liked me to touch her, the way her body would respond under my skillful tongue and fingers.

I recall the taste of her back as I pounded her from behind, my hand holding a bunch of her hair in a tight grip.

But I also remember the way I always wished her hair was longer so that I could get a good grip and actually wrap my fist around it.

My hand continues to move up and down, holding a bit tighter when I reach the head...

I shudder as pleasure tingles from my cock down to my legs, my hips beginning to thrust in tempo with my wrist.

I concentrate harder when T's voice penetrates my fantasy because she's not suppose to talk in them, just moan.

I realize that I can actually hear her. I can hear her bitching on the other side of the wall about how long I've been gone and other things.

The thought of returning back to that... that...apartment and her makes my dick shrivel up and almost die.

I don't make noise because the last thing I want is for her to hear me and sniff me out... and touch me.

I shudder again.

Once I can't hear her anymore I stand up and begin to tuck myself in my jeans.

It is then that a flash of brown catches my eye inside the trash bin and I see a lock of Bella's long hair inside.

Forgetting about my open jeans, I discover more than just a few locks... it's a shit load of hair.

I grab a bunch of it and I'm surprised at how shiny and silky it feels. It falls on each side of my writs and the desire for long hair wrapped in my hand comes back full force...like a fantasy come true.

And so does my cock, like it sensed the hair close by.

The urge becomes too strong to control and without thinking about it I pull it out and stroke myself again.

Jesus!

The feeling of hair on my cock is so intense that I stagger back until my back hits the wall. I look down and see my hand rubbing furiously, the hair swishing back and forth making contact with my thighs with the motions.

Bella's cinnamon colored eyes pop in my head and I'm shocked as my memory of T's naked body is replaced by that of Bella's.

It's now Bella I'm pounding from behind, my hand wrapped around her long tresses.

I imagine my other hand reaching for her clit but instead I touch a huge ball of flesh, the flesh covering my... our baby.

It is then that I cum with huge spurts flying like a geyser under serious pressure.

I slump down and bask in the best orgasm of my life.

I open my eyes again and see my hand still wrapped around my cock with cum oozing on the side mixing with Bella's hair.

The sight alone makes me hard again.

I groan. How the fuck am I suppose to look at her and not get hard again?

It is then that I make the decision to be out of the apartment as long as I can and the thought of shopping sounds like my best bet.

Besides, I need to start buying things for the baby.

A/N: Reviews are the same as Ed fantasizing about you... Oh you just better leave me some luv.