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Dogward/Brokenward/Virginward

Chapter 22

EPOV

I show up last to my parent's house for our weekend on purpose. I'm not ready to be alone with Bella or prepared for how we will greet each other, let alone act around each other the entire weekend.

The last time I saw her, we slept in the same bed, she made me cum while giving me a backrub and she kissed me on the cheek. How do you greet someone who made you spontaneously combust?

We've flirt texted all week. But how does that translate into real life? Are we different now? And if we are, do we want everyone to know by acting differently in front of them? So many unanswered questions, my head is spinning.

I also had to get the rescue dogs set for me to be gone for the entire weekend, extra security and all. I'd use that excuse if anyone asks why I am so late.

I take my surfboard around the side of the house. I can hear them in the back, probably in the spa.

I've been self-talking and psyching myself up for this weekend for days now. "You can do this, follow her lead, keep your hormones in check, stay in control, but let loose and have some fun." There's a fine line.

The only thing I truly seem to have no control over is my body. I can't keep it down around her. That's never happened to me, even when I was a hormonal teenager.

I muster the courage to join them in the spa. I walk out in just my board shorts and sunglasses, beer in hand...liquid courage. What I don't expect, right in front of me is a wet, slippery, tipsy Bella. She's drying off before going inside to get drinks for everyone.

The moment of truth.

Smiling, I lean on the door frame knowing she will have to pass me to get in the house.

Without hesitation she smiles brightly, says "Hi," kisses me on the cheek, and keeps right on walking into the house. I about fall over.

Emmett of course, reacts boisterously, "What the hell dude? Why do you get a kiss on the cheek?"

I'm rendered speechless, so I shrug. I take a long drink of my beer to hide my stupid grin.

God, what this girl does to my body, and when she touches me, kisses me. How can I be responsible for my involuntary reactions? I need to get it together.

I down my beer, and say, "I'm going for a swim." What I really need is cold water and lots of it.

I take some time swimming in the ocean to get my body back in check enough to join everyone again. When I return I catch the end of a conversation about some guy who's interested in Bella. I want to ask for details, but I act uninterested. I just try to piece together what I heard.

The guy's name is Jacob. They are good friends. He is her dog sitter, but they haven't been getting along lately. That's why she doesn't have somewhere for Buddy to go to this weekend.

The girls go in to make a new batch of margaritas and start dinner. "What's up with you and Bella?" Emmett inquires.

"Nothing, why?" I shrug.

"She seemed so excited to see you, and then bummed when you were down in the water when she came back out with drinks."

"I don't know why?" I say, not wanting to elaborate. Bummed, I wonder why?

The night isn't very wild, except for Rosalie. After the spa the girls throw on some shorts over their bikinis, nothing else. I almost go down to the cold ocean water a few more times during the evening.

I really wish the girls would put on shirts. I almost say it out loud, but I just need to go with the flow and relax. Tell that to my constant hard on.

Bella excuses herself from the table after dinner and walks out to the patio. I want to follow her. I want to follow her everywhere. But I mostly want to know what she's thinking. Is us being thrown together like this too much for her? Is she going to leave any minute because she's uncomfortable?

I stand in the living room and watch her walk to the edge of the patio. The sun has almost faded; just a glimmer of light remains in the distance. I grab my camera to catch the last of the sunset. What I get is a silhouette of Bella from behind, with a hint of an orange sunset in front of her. The dogs are at her feet. Booboo is following Buddy around like they are long lost friends. Once again a photo of her butt. I see a pattern here.

I put the camera away before she sees what I am doing. I'm feeling a bit like a stalker.

"Come on guys, time for a game. How about Twister? Edward, you don't have to spin tonight. We can have teams." Alice says excitedly practically bouncing into the room.

I am internally groaning. I never play Twister with them. I always spin and watch them make drunken fools of themselves. Now I am going to be a drunken fool. Although it seems like Bella and I are the least intoxicated of us. Rosalie is getting louder and blunter as the night wears on. I've heard about her and tequila, but never witnessed it in person. I hope Emmett takes care of her. I don't want to have to explain puke stains on the rug or broken lamps to my parents.

Twister is going as well as can be expected with six people well into the umpteenth pitcher of margaritas. Each couple starts in a different corner. I hope I don't have to straddle Alice in an inappropriate manner; the joys of drunken Twister with your sister.

The teams are evenly matched, limbs intertwined, jockeying for a comfortable position.

Whoever can reach the spinner does the honors.

"Rose, left hand red." Alice says as Rose stretches for the closest red dot, her bikini brushes against Emmett's massive shoulder and pop, out comes her breast. Not wanting to lose the game she just ignores it. The rest of us guys have more trouble with that than her.

"Rose, put yourself together." Bella yells.

"Hell no. I'm not losing this game because I've got big boobs. Deal with it people." She slurs.

All hell breaks loose when the other tit makes an appearance. Emmett practically tackles her feigning losing his balance. He almost brings all of us down with him. I don't know if he's s eager to cover her up or uncover her more. But they disappear into the guest room in quite a hurry; leaving Alice and Jasper verses me and Bella.

"Bella, right foot blue." Hovering over me, Bella twists and makes a leap for the nearest blue circle but loses her balance and falls directly on my ass, taking me down with her.

Jasper and Alice dance around claiming victory as Bella and I laugh at our awkward position. I can't help taking the opportunity to make a comment, liquid courage in my system. I whisper loud enough for only her to hear. "You like being on top don't you?"

She shifts over me so she can look me directly in the eye and says, "Depends who's under me."

Touche Miss Swan.

Alice and Jasper say their good nights and make their way back to her room.

"Oh, I forgot to ask Alice where I should sleep." Bella says.

"Um, the only rooms left are mine and my parent's, and we don't mess with their "sanctuary," as they call it. They say that's where all the magic happens, so I never go anywhere near their room now." I grimace.

"It's okay, Buddy and I can sleep out here on the couch."

"I don't think Booboo's going to sleep apart from his new friend Buddy. Do you mind if I sleep out here with you? We can leave all the windows open, kind of like camping." I suggest, fingers crossed.

"Sure you don't want to sleep in your own bed?"

"No, it's okay. This will be fun. Let me get some blankets and pillows." I'm giddy at the chance to sleep near Bella again, even if it is on the other leg of the L-shaped sectional sofa.

We get ready for bed in separate bathrooms. Me in sleep pants, no shirt and her in tiny shorts and a tank top. She really needs to wear more clothes around me.

"Whatever happened with that car you kept seeing around?" I ask.

"I went to the police station and filed a report. They weren't too concerned, but said they would send extra patrols in the area. I haven't seen the car since that night. I still feel a little uneasy at home. I'll probably sleep better tonight than I have since the night you were my protector."

I was her protector. I like that.

We chat about various things. Neither one of us are big talkers, but our conversations always seem to flow easily. I don't realize when I drift off to sleep.

~MMB~

I hear a giggle. It takes me a second to remember where I am. The light is bright in my eyes as I try to slowly open them. My arms are above my head and my shoulders are hurting. I try to move my arms and that's when I realize why she is laughing. Sometime during the night I had reached above my head and weaved my fingers through Bella's soft hair. I hope I didn't pull it in the night.

I feign stretching and try to extricate my fingers from her lovely locks. I really don't want to. I've been dying to touch her hair for weeks. Smell it too. During Twister I had gotten close enough to breathe in her scent. It was intoxicating. More than the margaritas ever could be.

"Sorry." I murmur sleepily.

"No problem, you were very gentle. I kind of liked it." She giggles again.

Not helping my morning wood.

I roll on my side, trying to avoid the tent like appearance in my pants.

"Good morning." I smile at her. It is a good morning, a beautiful day with friends, and a beautiful girl sleeping near me. I can't help but smile.

"What's got you so happy this morning?" she teases, as she stretches and rubs her eyes.

"Well, for one. I have plans for you today."

"Really? And what might those be?"

"I think someone needs to learn how to surf."

"Me? I don't think so. I'm pretty klutzy."

"You'll be fine. I'll be right next to you the whole time. It'll be fun."

"I'll think about it. I wonder how Rose is feeling this morning."

"Not as good as us." I laugh. "She put on quite a show."

"A peep show." We both laugh.

I get up to use the bathroom.

"It looks like you could use another one of my massages." She said nodding towards the bulge in my pants that I thought was down enough to be unnoticeable. I feel like climbing under a rock somewhere, but instead take a very different approach.

"I'm sure I'm not the only one who could use a "massage"." I motion towards her.

She looks a little shocked, but doesn't miss a beat. "See what you can do about rectifying that, will you?"

I have no response; she renders me speechless. I just walk away smiling, shaking my head. What the hell does she mean? Does she want me to touch her?

After a quiet breakfast with the hangover bunch we head down to the beach. The girls set up their towels and lie down. Emmett, Jasper and I head out surfing. The dogs run around. Thank you mom and dad for living at a private beach.

"Guys, we need to get the girls out here surfing with us." I suggest, hoping to rally support and participation from the guys.

"I've already tried to teach Rose. She's more of a lay on the beach kinda girl."

"Doesn't Alice already know how to surf?" Jasper asks.

"She use to surf a little, but not for a while. She might need a refresher lesson." I offer.

"You sound eager to get Bella out here." Emmett jabs.

"She said she might let me teach her. She's worried about not being very coordinated."

"The more she falls the more you get to catch her." Jasper teases.

"Same goes for you, Jasper." I respond, a little annoyed; where's the bro support when you need it?

I show off a bit on my board and head to shore for a breather.

"The water is great!" I say as I shake my hair over the girls.

"You look good out there." Bella says. She's been watching me. Queue the butterflies in my stomach.

"Now that you saw my skills, can I get you out on... the board?" I almost say my board, oops.

She pauses for a minute. At least she doesn't say no.

"Go ahead and try it, Bella. It's really fun once you get the hang of it. The swell is perfect for a beginner." Offers Alice.

"And the water is a perfect temperature." I add.

"Okay, why not. You won't let me drown, right?"

"Of course not, that would ruin our weekend." I tease.

I wish I had a rash guard for Bella, something, anything to cover some part, any part of her. But no, I'm teaching her how to surf while she's in a bikini. A tiny, somewhat see through bikini, that doesn't always stay in place. To say I'm a distracted surfing instructor is putting it mildly.

I swear she is rubbing her ass into me under water on purpose. Her facial expressions give no indication that she's doing it at all. Trust me I'm looking for any sign that it's intentional, but I see none. The cold water isn't enough to contain my excitement.

She's trying hard to learn how to surf. She wants to stand and ride a wave into the shore. I swear she stands up more than 50 times before she rides one in; me swim/running to keep up with her as she rides to shore. She is so excited that she throws herself into my arms when I catch up with her on shore. Wet Bella rubbing up against me, ughhh.

"Thanks, thanks, Edward for being so patient with me."

"You were easy to teach, very focused and determined." I laugh.

"Mai tai time!" She yells, grabs her towel and heads up to the house, Buddy following behind her.

"Okay!" We all say. She obviously has a plan.

By the time we all reach the kitchen, she's all set up. She has hollowed out pineapples, one for each of us, and is making a giant pitcher of Mai Tais.

"To good friends, good drinks and a great weekend." We toast our weekend with Mai tais served in pineapples with little umbrellas and all.

We eat chicken barbecued Hawaiian style; we have an abundance of pineapple for some reason. We all help cook and clean up, laughing the whole time.

After dinner the girls are really tipsy. "Hey, we need some party music, ya know, dance music." Alice yells and runs for her ipod.

They scream at a pitch that could call the neighborhood dogs. Booboo and Buddy hide I think.

The guys are sitting on the sofa watching the frenzy. Lights are lowered, music is set, drinks are refilled. I'm a little scared.

I'm right to be scared. Watching our girls bump and grind on each other, moving their hips to the music, seemingly uninhibited. I try not to look at my sister at all, ewww. I only have eyes for Bella. But to say it isn't a hot little show would be an actual lie. It is hot. Once again I consider a swim in the cold ocean. Instead we play a game of Spin the Bottle, with alcohol. Shots of Petron to be specific.

"Okay, here are the rules." Alice, always the bossy one. "You spin the bottle, whoever it lands on you either give them a kiss, a "real" kiss or a Truth or Dare. If you decline the Truth or Dare you have to take a shot."

"Siblings are excluded from the kissing." She adds.

"Really, Alice?" I say sarcastically. There is only one person I am interested in kissing here, and I certainly don't want her kissing anyone else. Good thing I know and trust these guys or this could be really painful to watch.

I'm nervous because I haven't really kissed anyone in a year? Maybe more? I feel pathetic right now. I wonder when Bella last kissed someone. Was it this Jacob person? How's my breath?

"Edward, you look a little nervous." Jasper whispers.

I grab a shot glass and take a shot, slamming it down on the floor. I can do this. My newest mantra. I have one more night with her and I want to make it memorable.

A/N

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