The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: Garage

Pen Name: maxandmo

Pairing/Main Character(s):ExB

Rating: M

Multi-chapter

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I don't own Twilight. Extra special thanks to Twilly for encouraging me to write and Sarah for beta'ing! Luv ya's! (maxandmo on Twitter and Maxandmo Fanfiction on FB)

13. Garage

Carlisle was relieved when Mike decided to stay back at the pool. He knew that Jessica wanted a couple's massage, but he somehow needed to figure out a way to get Edward snorkeling. Not only to spend more time with Bella, but because he saw Edward looking out at the ocean with want.

He looked over at Esme and had an idea. His lover could benefit from aromatherapy, and he wanted her to feel pampered. He whispered in her ear and she eagerly agreed with his plan. He promised Jessica a couple's massage, but he was hoping as long as she was serviced, she'd be satisfied.

He saw Edward begrudgingly get up to help her into the house, so he took Esme's hand and also guided her towards the house.

"Jessica, you look like you could use a massage today. I'm so glad I can accommodate you," Carlisle crooned smoothly. "I wanted to ask you for a favor. See, my lovely friend Esme is ailing with cancer and has been sore all morning. I think it would greatly improve her day, and maybe her whole trip, if she could also get a massage."

Jessica suddenly glared at him, but remained silent.

"What Carlisle is trying to say is that there are only two masseuses on hand today."

A light went off in Jessica's head, and she looked relieved. "Edward, you don't mind, do you?"

Esme and Carlisle chanced a hopeful look at each other. Their plan was working out just as they…well…planned.

"No, that's fine. Anything to make you ladies feel better."

Carlisle wasn't sure if Edward was onto them, really didn't want a massage, really wanted away from Jessica, or was just a genuine guy. He guessed it was all of the above.

He walked out with Edward after saying goodbye to Esme and Jessica. Carlisle laid it on thick thanking Jessica for understanding and also told her if she needed anything for her ankle to let him know.

Edward walked out of the house with a spring in his step.

Carlisle wasn't quite sure what to do about Mike. He knew Bella would have a much better time without him but was well aware of Mike's foul mood over oral sex gone wrong.

Much to his delight, Mike was passed out on a lounge chair snoring so loud Carlisle was surprised he could sleep through it.

When Edward saw that Mike was sleeping and that Bella wasn't near him, he was hopeful she was snorkeling. Yes, he was attracted to her, but more than that, he just wanted to spend some more time with her. After all, they were friends.

Edward walked down to the beach and noticed the group huddled around a garage in the corner that he hadn't noticed before. He couldn't help but laugh when he observed Coach Clapp attempt to blow his whistle through the mask.

Clapp took off the mask in frustration and loudly blew his whistle to maintain the group's attention. "Son, is it just you?" he yelled.

"Yep," Edward answered.

"Perfect. That makes an even number. Hurry up. Alright, here's your gear." The coach threw a netted bag at Edward that was filled with flippers, a mask and a snorkel. "And you are?"

The group turned to look at the newcomer, and Edward gave Bella a little wave. "I'm Edward."

"Alright folks. Give me a few minutes to get set up. Can you guys introduce yourselves to Edward?"

The big guy was the first to walk up and introduce himself as Emmett and his wife as Rosalie. Next, the laid back surfer looking guy with a Southern accent introduced himself as Jasper, and before he could introduce his girlfriend, she jumped right in saying her name was Alice. He obviously knew Bella, but he took a hold of her hand anyway.

"Edward Masen," she said with a smile.

Coach Clapp blew his whistle, which instantly shut everyone up. Coach Clapp waved them over and behind the garage was a row of six wave runners.

"Hell yes!" Emmett exclaimed.

Even Rosalie looked thrilled. Alice grabbed onto Jasper, and Bella looked at Edward and then back at the number of wave runners.

Edward was watching her and realized that they'd be paired up. He was overjoyed that Bella would be wrapping her arms around him. Before he knew it, he was fantasizing about her legs being wrapped around him instead.

"…right, Ed? Ed?" Edward felt a jab to his side and turned to see Emmett staring at him.

"What?"

"You okay, dude? You look a little hot or something. I was just saying that this place kicks some serious ass. It's just what me and Rosie needed. Between you and me, she's just been miserable since the last IVF didn't take."

Edward realized that Emmett needed someone to vent to and didn't mind lending an ear as long as he didn't get jabbed in the ribs again. That fucker was strong…and big. Big and strong. Edward thought the heat might be getting to him. He felt giddy.

He looked over at Bella who was nodding appropriately to Alice who hadn't shut up. Bella looked a bit relieved when the coach waved her and Jasper over to him to get on their jet ski.

Everyone quickly shed their excess clothing and strapped their life jackets into place. Edward tried to catch a glimpse of Bella's swimsuit but she was already done fastening her life coat. Edward knew what he was doing when he turned toward her and slowly took his shirt off. He accidentally on purpose dropped his life jacket and then stretched before he bent down to pick it up.

Edward felt Bella's eyes on him and smirked. He knew all the hours he spent literally running away from his life would come in handy. He had a muscularly toned body, with a broad chest and a slim waist. He fastened his jacket and watched as Alice and Jasper got on their jet ski.

Jasper pulled away, and if one didn't know better, they'd swear he was someone's grandfather the way he was putting away from the shore.

Emmett and Rosalie maneuvered theirs perfectly. It was obvious they were no strangers to a jet ski.

Next it was their turn. Edward got behind the controls and then helped Bella up behind him. She grabbed onto the straps of his life jacket loosely and when Edward took off, she jerked backwards.

"Shit, sorry," she yelled.

"That's alright, pretty girl. Hang on tight."

She did as he told her to and reveled in the feel of his soft skin in her hands. She inhaled and was accosted by his sweet scent with traces of salt water in the air. She came to a sudden realization; everything felt like it would be okay as long as Edward was by her side, or in this case in front of her.

I've been jet skiing lots of times. Once, it broke down in the middle of the lake, and I got seasick waiting for someone to come and fix it. Another time my boyfriend's elbows hit my thighs so much I couldn't walk the next day. #trufax