Viva Las Vegas
A/N: I have gotten several requests for a Rose and Emmett outtake of the night still in question… how they ended up married. And it was first mentioned by my pre-reader, Karla (aka StarlightSuccubus) when she read the first draft of the chapter. I'm not overly confident in my writing of Emmett and Rose, so I hope this doesn't disappoint. :)
The nerve of that man! Thinking he knows the first fucking thing about me? He just met me yesterday! I fumed internally as I drained another glass from the hotel bar, feeling the amber liquid burning all the way down my throat and warming my chest.
He was right; I did envy Bella. From the moment she walked out of that bedroom with Edward, it was obvious in the way she looked at him how much she loved him. And as much as I'd doubted that any man could live up to the picture perfect image Bella had painted, he looked at her the exact same way. Try as I might tonight, there was nothing I could drag out of him that was anything less than perfect.
One more glass. Just one more, I thought to myself as I waved the bartender over to refill the glass of whiskey. I hate him. I hate him!
For the past thirty minutes, I'd been trying to figure out how someone as incredible as Edward had proven to be – especially the way he was with Bella – could possibly be friends with that Emmett… whatever his name was. Nothing about them made sense; they were complete polar opposites.
'Guess opposites really do attract, even in acquaintances.'
With a growl, I stood and pulled out a twenty, closing my tab to head up to the room again, where I could easily fall asleep with the alcohol coursing through my system. And I could just as easily ignore the blissful mumblings and sighs from across the suite, and forget about that self-righteous, cocky son of a bitch!
Digging through my purse on the way up in the elevator, I prayed to all higher powers there were that I remembered the room key. My fingers gripped the cool plastic and I let out a sigh of relief. No buffoon tonight!
When I entered the room, Edward and Bella's door was already closed and I sighed, rushing to my own sanctuary as quickly as possible. Yet, when my eyes landed on the bed, relief was the last thing I was feeling.
"What the fuck! Get out of my room!" I screamed, pointing toward the living area and my entire body beginning to shake in anger.
"Oh, I don't fucking think so, Queenie. You and I are gonna have some words," Emmett said quietly, but there was no questioning the ferocity in his voice as he rose from the bed to move across the room, slamming the door closed. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"My problem?" I retorted with a sarcastic laugh and just as instantly steeled myself. "Is you. Now if you would get the hell out of my room, that would be make my fucking night!"
Our eyes locked intensely as he stood before me, towering over me, even at my own 5'10" height, and then suddenly started to laugh, causing me to gaze at him as if he'd lost his mind. "You know, you are a real fucking piece of work. Do you even realize this? All that shit you were giving the doc and your friend down there, and yet, you would give fucking anything to be in Bella's shoes, wouldn't you?"
"You don't know shit about me, so back off and get out!" I yelled in his face and pushed past him.
"No, I'm not going anywhere, Rosalie," he sneered, grabbing my arm and keeping me from moving any further. "You want a man who makes you feel like that. Who can make your heart melt and your toes curl all in the same fucking breath. Well, this bitch façade certainly isn't gonna get him for you."
I gave him a sarcastic smirk and raised an eyebrow at him. "What you see it what you get, baby. Take it or leave it."
I felt the snarl return to my features a moment later, and attempted to tug my arm away from him, only to be met with one in return from him. My shock only heightened when I felt his hand drive into my hair and his lips crash against mine, his other arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I bit his lip hard to break him off me, but his grip only tightened on my hair, kissing me more insistently.
And then I felt the heat coiling in my stomach, my body throbbing from the unexpected desire he was stirring inside me. No man had ever touched me like that, none had ever dared; and in the end, I'd always been left unsatisfied. My tongue met insistently with his while my hands unfastened his pants, sliding my fingers inside his boxers to grasp his impressive, hardened length.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one getting turned on by it all.
After stroking him only a couple of times, he released a deep growl in his throat, lifting me by the hips and carrying me hurriedly over to the dresser, knocking over the lamp there. My hands clasped his hair with a moan as he raised my skirt up my thighs feverishly and rubbed my sensitive flesh with his fingers through the lace of my panties.
"Fuck!" I gritted through clenched teeth as I began clawing at his back, dragging my nails along his skin while whipping the wifebeater he was wearing over his head. My heated gaze landed on the wide expanse of his shoulders and chest, groaning at the well-defined lines of muscle all the way down to his rigid abdomen. As I pulled his lips back to mine, his fingers pulled apart the front of my dress and gripped my breasts firmly in his strong hands, his hips grinding against me. I clenched my teeth down on his lower lip to suppress the groan threatening to escape, my knees bending to rest the heels of my shoes on the edge of the dresser. "Condoms... top drawer..."
His darkened eyes met mine as he pulled away, grasping the handle of the drawer and yanking it open. His eyebrows raised suddenly, his gaze falling to the drawer before holding up the box of twelve condoms between us. "Planning to get a little lucky?"
"This is Vegas after all." I smirked as his nostrils flared subtly, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him back to me, shoving the drawer closed sharply with his thighs. Raising my chin ever so slightly, I held his gaze as I nodded. "That's only one of the boxes. There's another in my bedside table drawer."
A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he ripped off the top of the box, his lips crashing against mine while I freed him from the confines of his boxers. "Good thing both boxes are still sealed."
"What makes you think they are?" I challenged him, retrieving one of the foil packets and ripping it open with my teeth, rolling the condom onto him.
"Because if any man had made it into this room, he would have been taken out on a fucking stretcher," he sneered in a menacing tone that sent a shiver running through my body, as he pulled aside the lace between us and slammed inside me.
"Holy shit!" I screamed, my hands grasping the edge of the dresser as my head flew back against the wall.
His fingers gripped my thighs as his hips began thrusting roughly against me, ravaging my body deliciously. Strings of profanities left my lips and my heels dug into his ass, causing him to hiss in response, though his intense gaze and tightened jaw displayed only uninhibited pleasure.
"Could any of them make you feel like this?" His lips devoured mine as our labored breaths fell in rhythm with our movements, and I felt as if I'd been lit on fire.
"I don't know. I didn't get a chance to find out." He growled at my response and his fingertips pressed almost painfully into my thighs.
"And you won't need to after tonight." I clenched around him with the tremor his words incited, causing him to curse against my lips as he moved within me. Lifting me off the dresser, her carried me to the bed and dropped me roughly upon it.
My body throbbed with the loss of him, writhing on the mattress anxiously as he pulled my thong free from my body and shoved his pants and boxers over his hips. His hands landed sharply on either side of my head, holding my gaze as he thrust back inside me and a deep, resonating 'Fuck!' passed over his lips.
"Don't say it, do it," I grunted as my head lifted off the mattress and glared up at him, my hips meeting each one of his movements and pressing him deeper.
A frustrated groan escaped him and his pace increased, causing my head to loll back and my arms reached over my head to grasp the blanket in my fist. "That good enough for ya?"
"No... fuck no... harder..." I gritted through my teeth, my eyes pinching closed as my back arched when he complied. My breath caught in my throat until I felt as if I were about to leap out of my skin. "Oh god… god… ugh, fuck you!"
I screamed at him as my body began convulsing, my orgasm raging through me like a wildfire. Each strike of his hips against me sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body that I'd never felt from any man.
"I just did," he panted, lowering his lips to mine roughly and exuding a loud groan as he released, my nails digging into his shoulders.
When his body finally collapsed on mine, his head moved to rest on the mattress and I released my grip, slowly allowing the past several minutes truly begin to settle in. I'd actually slept with him, I was really feeling the weight of him on top of me in the aftermath. I'd had orgasms during sex before, having a highly sensitive body, but never anything that left me feeling completely spent and satiated. My legs still trembled with aftershocks and my skin pulsed in time with my racing heart; there was nothing mediocre about what had just happened.
He lifted his head to look down at me, both of us still struggling to catch our breath. He stared at me silently for a moment before pushing off the bed, lifting his pants up his thighs, and disappearing into the bathroom. I felt my face burning as I sat up, tugging the skirt of my dress back down over my legs and pulling the open front closed across my chest. I should have been used to it— no one ever stuck around for long once they'd had me. Once they'd gotten the taste of Rosalie Hale and the bragging rights that apparently accompanied it, there was no need.
The difference was, it actually bothered me that time. Instead of relief that it was over, I felt regret. Satisfied, yet still hungry for more... and he was done with me.
When I heard the movement in the bathroom, I smoothed my hair back away from my face and assumed my proficient mask of indifference. Sliding off the bed, I made my way to the closet to change. I needed to get out of here, to remove myself from the humiliation. We still had another two full days, and the morning after that, remaining before we left for Chicago; things were going to be really awkward. Not only for myself and Emmett, but for Bella and Edward as well.
When the door finally opened, I couldn't bring myself to look up, instead waiting for him to just grab his shirt and leave.
"Marry me."
My eyes widened at the sound of those two words and my head shot up to look at him over my shoulder. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded over his massive, bare chest. I swallowed hard at the seriousness in his gaze and voice, and I shook my head with a laugh as I slid the bathrobe around me.
"Admirable, but not necessary." I spoke as nonchalantly as my voice would allow, turning my eyes back to gaze into the closet. "Obviously you haven't stolen my virtue or anything, so no harm done."
"Why are you like this?" he asked without any of the hostility I'd become accustomed to since the moment we met. Instead, his tone came through with a sigh, stripping me of my comfort zone in dealing with him.
"Like what? This is just me."
"I don't believe you," he replied in a matter of fact tone, and I felt his presence closing in behind me even before his hands came to rest on my waist. "Why the act?"
"Just go, Emmett," I whispered, feeling his touch fall from me and holding my breath as I waited for the sound of the bedroom door. I was startled when his hands returned to my shoulders and turned me around to face him, and despite my best efforts, I couldn't hold myself together anymore. I kept my eyes averted from him and my posture remained stiff.
"Rosalie," he began, raising his hand to rest on my cheek and stroking it gently with his thumb. I felt my body begin to tremble, unsure of how to react to the tender gesture and finally looked at him. "This isn't you. If it was, you wouldn't be here with Bella, because you wouldn't care enough to be. So, what is it?"
"Believe me, Emmett. If you knew the first thing about me, you'd already be out that door." I shook my head, pulling away and walking around him, back toward the bed. "I'm not the kind of woman a man keeps around, and that's fine with me. I ruined my chances for a happily ever after a long time ago. And there's no way I'm going to be any man's arm candy. I have at least that much dignity left. So, save the obligatory shit, nothing needs to be said to Edward or Bella about this. Find yourself a nice Susie Homemaker, because I'm not it."
He drew in a deep intake of breath and his silent, looming presence was beginning to make me nervous, until I heard him chuckle. I turned quickly to face him, my eyes narrowing but it had no effect on him; he actually began moving closer. "I was wrong. You aren't just a piece of work, you're a fucking masterpiece."
I felt my forehead wrinkle in response as he sat down on the bed, leaning back onto his elbows. "So, now you've gone from asking me to marry you to insulting me? I couldn't have bruised your ego that much."
"Who's insulting?" he replied, waving his hands out casually. "I was just making an observation. You carry that tough as nails bitch routine pretty fucking well, I'll give you that. But I know for a fact that I wasn't far off the mark tonight. You'd give anything to have something like what Bella has with Edward."
My lips pressed together in a hard line and my temper boiled inside of me, my fists clenching at my sides. The man was infuriating the living hell out of me. "Even if I did, which I don't, that would be none of your damn business. Fucking my brains out doesn't give you the right to make judgments on me."
"For the love of god, will you stop?!" Emmett exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. "Are you even listening to yourself? You're flipping from hot to cold so fast, you're making me dizzy. For once in your rich, pampered, valley girl life, be fucking real."
"Pampered valley girl?" I seethed, my jaw clenched so tightly that I thought for sure my teeth would shatter under the pressure and angry tears burned in my eyes. "Get out."
"Why? Is honesty that hard to come by with you? Been playing your little part so long that you don't even know what's real anymore?" he yelled as he sprung off the bed, taking me by surprise once again.
"You want real? I'll give you fucking real." I stepped closer to him, my eyes boring into his as my body trembled angrily. "I don't even remember what my own fucking bedroom at 'home' looks like, because it's been so long since I've been inside it. Boarding school by the age of six, shuffled between relatives during school breaks because my parents were just far too busy with their vacations to be bothered with me. Crack addiction by the age of fourteen. Pregnant by sixteen, but I was far too selfish to give up my pleasure, even for the baby inside me. So I fucked that up, too, and lost it. Rehab by seventeen. You want to ask me how many men I've been with? I can't fucking tell you. Because I simply don't know. Surprisingly enough, I'm still clean, though, so don't fucking worry."
By the time I finished, streams of hot tears were flowing down my cheeks, slightly embarrassed by my sudden tirade while he stared at me silently. No one knew any of that about me, since I'd left all that behind me and went to LA for a fresh start. And it made me feel bare and exposed in front of this virtual stranger.
Swiping at my face roughly with my fingers, I stormed over to the door, yanking it open and turning back to look at him. "There, you got your fucking honesty, and now you can leave. I told you I wasn't a 'happily ever after' girl."
His expression shifted suddenly, alarming me with its severity as he crossed the room and pulled the door from my hold. He slammed it shut and pressing his hand against it, glaring down at me as my fingers returned to the handle to attempt to reopen it. "You think I care about any of that? Everyone makes mistakes and has flaws. No one is fucking perfect!" His loud, deep voice bellowed at me and I was just about to snap back at him when he continued. "I was a foster kid until I was fourteen. I made every home I lived in hell, on purpose. Just to see how far I could push them. I dropped out of med school. I drink too much at times, and I always swear too fucking much. Does that make me undeserving of happiness?"
And for once... I had nothing to say. My eyes lowered to the ground and my back rested back against the door, shaking my head in response.
He turned and placed a palm on either side of my head, and I closed my eyes as his lips brushed lightly against my cheek. "Then why should you be?"
The soft, tender tone of his voice returned and I brought my gaze back to him, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Because I'm really fucked up. No man wants to deal with all the baggage I've got. You barely know me, Emmett. So, just cut your losses now."
I attempted to lower my chin again but he caught it with the crook of his finger, slowly lowering his lips to mine and kissing me gently. "Marry me."
"Why?"
"Because you felt something in here with me tonight besides just a mind-blowing orgasm. I know you did."
"And what makes you think it was mind-blowing?" I replied with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk appeared on his lips.
"I have the indents on my ass from your heels to prove it." My eyes fell closed and I laughed beside myself, feeling his hands cup along my jaw and his lips press against my forehead. "Marry me, Rosalie."
"It's Rose," I whispered, finally bringing my hands to his chest to touch him again. He pulled back from me slightly and I looked up at him, noting the stunned look in his eyes. I lifted up onto my toes to kiss him gently, barely parting my lips from his before speaking again. "And I think you better get me out of here before I have a chance to try and talk myself out of it."
His eyes widened and his smile reappeared. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. One question though?" I asked, my brow tightening and he nodded. "What is your last name?"
"You mean you're not gonna make me take yours?" he replied in a burst of laughter and I growled in an attempt to push him away, but he pressed my body back against the door with his and kissed me again. "It's McCarty."
"Well, Mr. McCarty. Let's get rings on our fingers and our asses back in that bed. I intend to thoroughly enjoy my wedding night," I murmured against his lips, feeling the heat in my body rise at the thought of feeling him again.
"Viva Las Vegas, baby," he said with a laugh, sliding his arms around my waist and lifting me off the floor, spinning me once before he carried me back to the closet.
x-x-x
My head rose and fell with the movements of his chest, and I felt his arm tighten around me as he slept. Even after two more hours of him completely ravaging my body upon our return to the room from the small Las Vegas chapel, my eyes still would not close. Instead, they watched my fingertip as it traced along the lines of his chest and abdomen, never losing sight of the simple gold band that now graced my left hand.
My husband. He'd really married me. After everything I'd said and done over the previous twenty-four hours, he actually wanted me. And for the first time in as long as I could remember, I didn't want to be alone in the bed. He could have easily run from me; I'd given him every opportunity to. Yet, he was still there—holding me. Feeling his body against mine as I curled against him and brushing my lips on his chest, I'd never felt so safe in my life. Despite the irrational and spontaneous manner of our actions, every part of it felt right.
Was this what Bella felt with Edward? That everything just simply made sense and fell into place? If so, I could completely understand. I could already feel the anguish of what it was going to be like to say goodbye, to let him go. And I didn't know how Bella and Edward did it, with the connection already in place with each other, to knowingly walk into a hello only to have to say goodbye.
How am I ever going to explain this to them after the hell I've put them through?
Emmett shifted slightly beneath me and I felt his lips press against my tangled hair. I looked up at him and our lips met, not in the heated way they had earlier, but soft and gentle. His thumb gently brushed across my cheek, and it was only then that I noticed that tears actually streaked down them.
"Having second thoughts?" he asked in a husky whisper and I opened my eyes again to look at him.
I shook my head and pressed myself closer to him. "No. I just can't believe this happened. Any other man would have run away screaming after tonight. Why didn't you?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Emmett replied and smiled, rolling me onto my back and kissing me gently. "I'm not just any other man, Rose."
"Well, that much is obvious. Marrying a woman you barely know after twenty-four hours of nothing but fighting," I laughed quietly and then my face fell serious. "But what's going to happen once we go back home?"
"We'll figure it all out. I promise." The backs of his fingers brushed along my face as he stared into my eyes intently. "Marriage is something very serious for me, Rose. Something I never intended on doing until I knew I found the right woman."
"How do you know I'm that woman?" I asked nervously, my fingertips running distractedly along his bicep.
"I think I knew the moment I met you. And that's not just some cheap line. You've got so much fire and passion inside you, you give as good as you get. I'm sure we'll do a lot of fighting. Because we're both always right," he whispered with a laugh, kissing me gently as I smacked him in the shoulder.
"The more we fight, the more we can make up." I smirked against his lips, wrapping my leg around his and pulling him closer.
"See," he replied, brushing his lips against mine as he settled his body on top of me. "Great minds think alike. We're soul mates, Rose."
My only response was a moan as he entered me again.