Outtake 1

EPOV

"I can't even fucking look at you right now!" I shouted. My hands were shaking in anger as I grabbed my car keys and cell phone from the kitchen counter. I avoided Izzy's eyes and her tearful pleas as I walked past her and to the door, slamming it loudly behind me. A couple of doors opened in the hallway as I walked to the elevator, my neighbors peeking around their doors to see what all the commotion was. I ignored their looks and punched the down button angrily over and over as I waited for the elevator to open.

My mind kept picturing Emmett and Izzy together, kissing and touching and it sickened me. I felt like a fool for thinking that Izzy and I had something special. Emmett always won. He had been telling me since I was six what a loser I was and had always bested me in every way. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket repeatedly and I turned it off when I got in my car. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I peeled out of the parking garage, tires squealing on every turn.

"I'll see you after gym, okay?" I said to Allison as we stopped in front of her Algebra class. She nodded and I leaned down and kissed her softly.

"Bye, Eddie." She called as she walked into her classroom.

"So have you fucked her yet?" I heard a voice say behind me. I rolled my eyes before I turned around.

"Shut the hell up, Em." I said, pushing past him and continuing down the hall to Chemistry class. I was fifteen; of course I wanted to have sex, but Allison and I had only been official for two weeks. And I was a virgin.

Emmett and two of his football teammates followed me down the hall, calling me a pussy.

"What are you gay or something? Is she your beard?" Emmett hooted and his dopey friends laughed right along with him.

"Fuck off, Emmett." I said, summoning all of my teenage pride and getting in his face. He was about four inches taller than me but I didn't back down.

He looked down at me in his usual condescending way. "I bet I can take her from you."

"Emmett, leave Allison alone!" I shouted. A few kids gathered closely around us, straining to hear what was going on between the Cullen brothers.

"I'm sure she wants a real man, not a little wuss like you." He said, poking me in my chest. I pushed his hand away.

"Fuck you, Emmett." I pushed through the crowd and continued to the science wing. Allison was my first real girlfriend. Emmett talked a lot of shit but I didn't think that he would actually make moves on my girl. My father had always taught us the importance of family and integrity.

By five o'clock that night I realized that Emmett didn't give a shit about family or have an ounce of integrity because my best friend Rob called me and told me that he had seen Emmett and Allison making out after football practice. And then Allison sent me an e-mail telling me how sorry she was but she was in love with Emmett. He was a senior and captain of the football team and was everything she wanted in a boyfriend and she hoped we could still be friends. Tears sprung to my eyes but I didn't let them fall. When I sat across from him at dinner that night, he winked at me. I wanted to hop over the table and pummel him, but I didn't want him to know that he got to me.Even though he had.

I looked down and realized that my knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. I relaxed my fingers as I drove across the Queensboro Bridge. Of course I'd had many girlfriends between Allison and Izzy, but Izzy made me feel particularly vulnerable. I'd tried hard to resist her, but she captivated me. She was so bright and independent and funny and her eyes…I could get lost in them. They said things that her mouth didn't dare utter. She was so far out of Emmett's league. He couldn't even appreciate his luck.

"So the flight attendant kept slipping me little bottles of scotch and winking." He told me one night at my parent's house. We were both sitting in the living room waiting for dinner to be ready-my mother liked us all to get together once a month for dinner. I was only half listening to him as I typed out a response to an email on my iPhone, but Emmett didn't care. He really liked to hear himself talk.

"So when I got off the plane, she gave me her cell phone number and said she was staying in the hotel next to the airport for two days until she had to fly back out. I mean, she was practically throwing the pussy at me."

"Wait, you didn't fuck her, did you?" I asked, finally looking up from my phone.

"Hell yeah I did. How could I not? Her boobs were phenomenal."

"What about Izzy?"

"What about her?"

"I thought you were serious about her?" I said, realizing how stupid I sounded as I said the words. Emmett truly didn't care about anyone except himself and that would never change.It was integral to his character. He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"I want to marry her. People take you more seriously in the workplace when you have a wife and kids. It shows stability. And I think she'd make a good wife and mother- she's good at cooking and cleaning and shit like that. But dude, I don't think I can be with just one woman." He chuckled.

"So just have an open relationship." I suggested.

He laughed heartily at that. "Hell no. That pussy is mine."

"Emmett, she's a good girl, not like the usual women you date. Don't treat her like trash."

"I'm not treating her like trash. What she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?"

But she did know. When she confided in me that she felt like Emmett was self-centered and uncaring, I realized that she wasn't as blinded by his charm and accomplishments as I believed her to be. She was loyal for sure, but she was more perceptive than she realized. And then when she admitted that she'd never orgasmed…

I honestly intended to sit in her desk chair and coach her to orgasm. Just being in the same room with her as she came was enough of a deposit into the spank bank to get me through the rest of the year. But when she looked at me, her eyes full of need and hunger, I couldn't turn her down. She was an absolute goddess, her nude body slim with curves in all the right places. And her kiss…I couldn't help but let out a moan when my tongue flicked against hers. I absolutely devoured her, unable to hold back and she'd whimpered against my lips, meeting me kiss for kiss. Discovering what she liked had been amazing and when she bucked her hips against my hand in earnest, I almost came in my pants. I would have left after that, but again, I couldn't say no when she began to undress me. I wanted her and I couldn't deny it or myself any longer.

I drove around Queens aimlessly, lost in thought. Emmett was such a fool. I'd wanted desperately to convince Izzy of how selfish he was, how disloyal he had been, but I didn't want her that way. I'd wanted her to come to me on her own, not because I had turned her against him. I had kept my mouth shut even though my heart was breaking. But then, against all odds, she did choose me. And I wasn't victorious because I had beat Emmett, I was victorious because she was so incredible. She was strong and determined and even though she had been through so much, she was still so sweet and so authentic. She had more depth and passion and fire than any woman I had ever met. I could not imagine how I had ever lived my life without her.

I pulled up in front of my old high school. It was deserted since it was Saturday, but in my mind, I could see the grounds covered with students, laughing and running, studying and arguing. The football field looked exactly the same, the same rickety bleachers on either side. I snorted, trying to imagine Emmett and Allison kissing on those bleachers, but I couldn't even remember what Allison looked like. All I could picture was Izzy. Emmett had told her that she was too uptight. I smiled. All Izzy needed was a little time to warm up. She just wanted to feel secure and desired. And my baby loved dirty talk. God, did she love it.

"Princess?" I called, throwing the mail onto the sofa. It was mostly junk- credit card offers and car insurance quotes.

"In the kitchen." She called back. I put my computer bag on the table and surveyed the kitchen slowly. There was flour everywhere and so many pots and pans. She looked pensive, her long dark hair hanging down her back in waves. She was wearing one of my t-shirts and a pair of tight, heather gray yoga pants.

"How was your day, Izzy?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Awful." She groaned, opening the oven and taking out a tray of perfectly formed rolls.

"You made rolls? From scratch?" I asked incredulously.

"Mmm hmm…it's therapeutic." She said as she placed the tray on the table to cool. She opened a pot on the back burner and stirred. She held the spoon out for me and I tasted. It was delicious, of course.

"What is that?"

"Au jus." She told me. I had no idea what that was.

"Princess, what happened?"

She sighed. "Ugh. We got rejected on a proposal. And Victoria reamed us out for an hour and a half. I just had to listen to it over the phone, I feel sorry for the people who were in the conference room with her. Rejections happen. Instead of yelling at us, she should be calling the foundation, asking what we could have done differently. Instead she told us that we weren't committed enough."

"Was this the government proposal that you stayed at work until nine at night for two weeks straight working on back in April?"

"Yes. We all stayed late. We were committed and focused…you know what…fuck that. I'm going to try to get a copy of the winning proposal." She said, more to herself than to me.

"Your boss doesn't seem to have good leadership skills. That's a terrible way to motivate a team." I told her.

"Yes, that seems to be the consensus. Victoria sucks." She said, chuckling.

I wrapped my hands around her waist as she turned the burner down to simmer.

"You want a massage? To help you relax?" I breathed as she melted into my arms. She smelled so good- like sweet coconut.

She giggled as I whispered into her ear about all of things that I would do to help her relax. Then her soft giggles turned into gasps as she leaned against me, her hands gripping mine.I slipped my hand under her shirt and cupped her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples. She moaned and ground her ass into me. I pulled her pants and her panties down quickly and she stepped out of them just as fast. She wisely turned off the burner. I know she thought I was going to put myself inside of her, but I didn't. I knelt down and gently bit the smooth skin of each cheek.

"Oh my God, Edward…what are you…" she started.

"Grab the counter and stick your ass out, baby. I want it in my face." I told her.

"Edward?" she asked, sounding unsure, but she followed my instruction. I went slow, as I always did when she was apprehensive. I stuck my tongue between her folds, kissing and licking while I caressed her ass and her thighs, trying to relax her. She didn't know how depraved my desire for her was. I wanted every part of her and no position was off limits. She let out a breathy, long moan and I moaned against her in response. I reached around and began to gently flick her swollen clit with my middle finger.

"Oh yes, Edward. Fuck yes." She hissed.Oh yeah, she was enjoying it. Whenever she said fuck, that was a good sign. I popped her left ass cheek lightly and she cried out. I kissed and sucked her core, swirling my tongue around and around. She was dripping and she tasted so good and I told her so.

"Edward…" she sobbed, her hair covering her face.

"Baby, spread your legs some more…oh fuck yeah,"I growled. That image would be burned into my brain forever. My sweet girl bent over at the waist, her legs spread wide, her beautiful ass in the air, and her lips glistening with her arousal.

"Izzy, you are so unbelievably sexy." I groaned before I went back in. I had to undo my pants and pull my cock out, I just couldn't resist anymore. She was just too hot. I sucked on her clit the way she liked while I pumped my cock with my fist. She was gasping my name and moaning and I knew she was close.

"Yes, baby. Give it to me. Give it all to me. I fucking want it." I commanded. She cried out, shuddering and gushing against my face as she climaxed. I licked her honey from my lips and sat on the floor, my cock in my hands. She straightened up and turned around and in a heartbeat, she was on her hands and knees with my dick in her mouth. She looked at me while she sucked, her brown eyes filled with lust and mischief. She licked the underside and then deepthroated me. My eyes rolled back when I felt her warm mouth engulf my entire cock.

"You know just how to drive me crazy, baby. Keep going. Fuck yeah…"I groaned. She moaned, sending vibrations through me as she bobbed up and down.

"Bring that fucking ass closer…yeah." I said through gritted teeth. I slowly pushed one finger into her soaking heat and her eyes widened in surprise. I pumped in and out and her eyes closed in pleasure.

"Look at me, baby. Does that feel good?"

She popped off my dick and moaned as she pumped my cock with both hands, twisting gently.

"Yes, Edward. More!" She gasped before swallowing my cock again. I pushed another finger into her and she rocked back and forth as she fucked herself with my fingers.

"Yeah, baby. Come again. Make yourself come." I murmured. She did, her juices saturating my fingers as she orgasmed and her hot mouth never left my cock.

"Sit on it, baby. I need to be inside you." She pulled up, licking her lips playfully before sliding her delectable body onto my aching dick. We fucked each other furiously right on the kitchen floor. I didn't know where I stopped and she began. I held her hips and we went absolutely wild. I slapped her ass and she pulled my hair and we moaned and groaned and cussed until she fell against me, our sweaty bodies finally sated.

When our heartbeats finally slowed, she looked at me and her expressive chocolate eyes were searching mine.

"Baby, that was amazing. You're amazing." I breathed. "I love you so much." I kissed her fully, wanting her to feel what I was saying. They weren't just words- I loved her, every part of her: the sweet, giving part, the brilliant and creative part, the hurting, insecure part and the sexy, feral part of her that just fucked the shit out of me.

"I love you too, Edward." She said quietly, as she lay in my arms.

After I left the high school, I drove by our old house. I parked across the street. I hadn't been to the house in years. After I graduated from undergrad, Mom and Dad had put the house on the market and moved to New Jersey. My father had become the chief of oncology and my mother's event planning business was booming so they'd wanted to upgrade. The new owners had kept the outside of the brick home almost exactly the same. I watched as two giggling teen girls walked out of the front door and headed down the street, probably toward the subway, as I had done so many times.

The house that had seemed so big when I was younger looked so small now. And I realized that while the dimensions had remained the same, I had not. I was different; I was a man with life experiences and new perspectives. I wasn't the same teenager that had held my tongue while my big brother stole my girlfriend. I didn't have to just roll over. Izzy loved me, I felt it in her kiss, I felt it ever time she caressed my neck when she passed me in the kitchen. I saw it in her smile when I came home from work and in her eyes when she shared her private thoughts and fears. She trusted me to let go emotionally and physically with me and I'd accused her of the unthinkable because I was insecure. Christ.

I sped back to my apartment and practically ran down the hall. I was an idiot. A moron. I just hoped she could forgive me. I unlocked the door.

"Izzy…Princess?" I called. I opened the bedroom door and all of the bottom two drawers were open and empty. I ran to the bathroom and all of her toiletries were gone. No. No, no, no!

I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and remembered that I'd turned it off. As it came on I saw the texts that she'd sent me.

Edward, I love you. I swear to God that I did not go to the restaurant to meet Emmett.

Please answer your phone!

Edward, he was there and he tried to get back with me. He licked my ear and I pushed him away. You can ask Rose and Alice. He called me a loser and left me alone because I told him that I only wanted you.

Edward, what can I do to convince you that I only want you?

Edward, where are you?

You don't want to be with me anymore?

My heart ached when I read that last message. I dialed her. She answered, sounding weary. I was just glad she took my call.

"Izzy! I'm so fucking sorry for losing my temper. I know you're mad and you have a right to be…but I want to talk to you. I need to talk to you. Where are you? Back at Alice's?" My words came out in a rush.

"No, I'm just going to stay at my apartment tonight. I'm super tired." She said. Hell, no. I didn't want her to stay there alone.

"You went back to your apartment? I don't feel comfortable with you staying there by yourself. You don't have to stay with me, but I'd rather you stay with Alice or Rose."

"Nah, I think I'll just stay in bed and watch television." She said. I furrowed my brow in confusion. She sounded strange. "Oh, I didn't make it to the grocery store earlier, so you'll have to go."

Huh? "Grocery store? I thought we said…" I closed my eyes as what she was saying became clear. She was trying to let me know that they got her. Oh fuck. My hand instinctively went to my chest and I rubbed, trying hard not to hyperventilate.

"Okay princess. I'll take care of it. I love you. So much, baby. So much!" I cried into the phone.

"I love you too. Bye." And then the call was cut. One of the guys had probably been listening. I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I ran into the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. How could I leave her when I knew they were after her? My anger had gotten the best of me and I might lose the love of my life forever. My hands were trembling as I called Mike. He answered on the second ring.

"Ed?"

"Mike…they got her…they got her." I sobbed.

"Oh shit…I'll call the police."

"No…call Demitri. He has the tracking device on the car. He'll know where they are." I ran to my safe in my office and twirled the dial quickly, pulling out my gun and loading it.

"Okay, hold on." I heard him dialing on another phone and explaining the situation, presumably to Demitri.

"Okay Ed, he says they're on their way to the bridge."

"Which bridge?"

"George Washington."

"Shit, okay, I'm on my way. Give me Demitri's number."

"Hold on, Ed." Mike said as he talked on the other phone.

"Demitri said he's closer than you and he'll get her."

"Mike, I don't…"

"Ed, I know you don't want to put your trust in someone else, but he'll be able to get to her faster." Mike reasoned. He was right.

"Okay. Tell him to take her to my parent's house. I am on my way right now."

"Are you okay to drive? He'll get her, Ed. He's very…cunning. Stay as calm as possible and I'll call you back in a few minutes and let you know what's going on."

"I can't lose her. I just can't." I muttered as I ran to my car.