I have wanted to come back to these three for some time now, but writing isn't something that comes easily to me now. My writing might feel a bit forced, and I apologize for that. This is what I was able to scribble. I hope you like it even a bit. And if you don't like smut, maybe this isn't for you.😊

Chapter 20

Never in his wildest dreams could Embry have dreamt of living the life he now did. After almost a year together, he still sometimes struggled to believe it. To love Bella with all his heart and be loved by her was all he could ever want. But he had even more than that. He was living in a place that had felt like a home from the first moment he set his foot inside. The place was full of life and wonderful people, not a day ever being the same. He had his dream job in one of the most amazing cities in the world. And on top of all this, his best friend, the man he was sharing his woman with, was a cool guy he hadn't liked before but had turned out to be the best kind of friend anyone could ever have.

Sure, it was unconventional to share a woman with another man, but whenever he thought about it, and he did that very rarely anymore, he felt strongly he would not change a thing. He didn't need to have Bella only for himself. She loved them both, and she deserved more love than only one man could give her.

He loved Bella more than anything, more than his own life. After watching his own father lose his wife and his hunger for life with her, he didn't want Bella to go through the same. If something happened to him or Paul, another would be there with her. She wouldn't be left alone to cope with the loss. She'd already lost everyone she'd loved once. Knowing she would never be left alone again made him happier than anything else.

Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night startled by the same dream that his life wasn't real, that he was still back in La Push, missing Bella, not having her in his life. In this dream, his father had just died, and Leah was pregnant, claiming the baby was his. Bella always came to him telling him she loved him and wanted him to be with her, but Leah had a stronghold of his arm, and Embry was powerless to get free as Leah pulled him away from Bella until he couldn't see or hear her anymore.

Embry always felt suffocating when he woke up from that nightmare. But then he felt Bella sleeping beside him, and all the anxiety vanished. He curled around her and fell back into a peaceful sleep. Wrapping arms around Paul's occasional arm didn't bother him anymore; touching Paul in the bed was inevitable if he wanted to hold Bella. They have all grown to be very comfortable around each other. Many people thought he and Paul were lovers as well, and if people didn't downright ask, they kept their relationship to themselves. Who cared what people thought about them.

They often woke up all limps entangled around each other, Bella in the middle, and sometimes she complained it felt like sleeping with two boa constrictors, but it was said with a content sigh and arousing stretching of her limbs while curving her body like a cat. Waking up to see Bella's face was the best fucking thing in life, well, one of the best things.

And then there was all the extra pleasure to be had with this unconventional arrangement. Like now as he watched Paul and Bella making love. It was what they sometimes did. Embry loved watching them together. He had embraced the voyeur in him, and sometimes he even took photos. He couldn't help himself; whenever he saw something beautiful, he needed to make it into his own art. And they all enjoyed the photos afterward. Embry had been thinking about having an exhibition with some of the photos that didn't reveal too much but were sensual and breathtaking and didn't let anyone recognize who was in the photos. But Bella didn't like the idea, because he wasn't in the pictures. Maybe it was better to leave all that just for them to enjoy. Embry just knew that exhibition with a selection of these photos would be a great success in a city like San Francisco.

Watching them was a pleasure for all senses. Seeing Bella being loved by Paul, seeing her climax without any restraints arching her beautiful body, the expression of rapture on her face. It was fucking mind-blowing every time. And there was that maddening anticipation caused by waiting for the right moment for him to join them. His cock aching in his jeans, his breathing getting heavier, and his heartbeat accelerating. Usually, he waited till Bella asked him to come, as she did right now.

She looked at him, and without saying a word, he knew she wanted him with them. They were kneeling on the bed. Paul was behind her, his cock sliding between Bella's thighs. Her back was arched, pushing her breasts forward. Paul's hands were tightly on her hips while thrusting into her tight body and kissing her neck. Bella's hands roamed in Paul's hair, but her eyes were on him. And they told him she wanted him. Needed him now. It was the headiest feeling on earth to be needed by Bella while Paul was fucking her.

Embry got up from the chair and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He started to walk slowly, opening his jeans one button at a time, knowing Bella loved watching him undress. His cock was hard as iron, and it pulsed with the rhythm of his galloping heart. He got his cock out and slowly fisted it as Bella's eyes followed his hand. It wouldn't take him long to come like this; watching Bella and Paul had nearly set him on the edge.

He reached her, and she cupped his face between her palms, pulling him down.

"Kiss me," she whispered and captured his lips with hers. Her mouth was soft and warm. Nipping his lower lip Bella deepened the kiss. She wrapped her hand around his, and they pumped his hard length together. Up and down. Embry moved his other hand to Bella's clit rubbing his finger on it. It was all it took, and Bella's body started to jerk with her orgasm. Her head fell on Paul's shoulder, and releasing his cock she pulled Paul's head to her and kissed him. Embry continued rubbing her and leaned down to kiss her breasts.

"Damn baby," Paul panted, quickening his thrusts. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock." And he reached his peak with a loud grunt. Paul and Bella stayed motionless for a moment, catching their breaths.

Lifting her head from Paul's shoulder, she leaned up to kiss Embry. They continued kissing while Paul pulled out of Bella. Paul kissed down Bella's spine, making her shiver in Embry's arms.

"I need you too," she said, pulling him with her back to lie on the bed. He went willingly and settled between her legs.

Bella grabbed his cock and guided it to her entrance. Embry took hold of himself over her hand and rubbed the tip over her wet folds. He could not help the loud groan that escaped his throat. She was slick and hot and so fucking perfect. He started to push in, and he slid to the hilt easily. It was oddly pleasurable to enter Bella after she'd been filled with Paul's spunk. Her pussy was hot and oh so wet. It was like gliding in foam. Bella laced her fingers into his hair and pulled him down to kiss her. He moved slowly but firmly in her first. He pulled almost out and slammed back in hard, making her moan loudly. Wet noises coming from her pussy drove him mad.

"Bella," he croaked. He was fast losing all rational thought as he continued to drive into her hot wetness with more force and speed. Wet sounds and moans filled the bedroom. He needed more and harder. He got up to sit on his knees and pulled Bella on her lap.

"Come here, baby." He pulled her hard on his cock, and she screamed, arching her back, her nails scratching his shoulders.

"Ah, Em!"

He kept pushing up to her while pulling her down. Faster and harder. Bella rode with him, her nails digging into his skin, adding to his pleasure. He saw stars, and as Bella's inner walls gripped tightly around his cock they climaxed together. Groaning loudly, Embry's head fell back, his hack arching, and white flashes bursting behind closed lids. It had been a while since he'd come this hard.

"Damn, Embry, you can for sure fuck our girl," Paul laughed as he and Bella collapsed on the bed.

Bella couldn't move. Once again, her men had pleasured her thoroughly. She felt happy tears prickling in the corner of her eye. She closed them and felt a singular tear spilling on her cheek. Paul moved closer, and Bella felt his lips on her cheek, kissing the tear away.

"Love you, Bella," he whispered.

"Love you too," Bella whispered back, offering her lips to Paul for a kiss.

"Love you three," Embry mumbled against her neck. He was lying on his stomach, breathing heavily, his other arm wrapped around her middle. His breath tickled and made her shiver. Her skin was over-sensitive after all the lovemaking, as always. Paul took her hand and placed it against his beating heart. Her heart was still beating fast, and her whole body hummed with satisfaction.

They just lay there, enjoying the total bliss. Bella felt her body getting heavier and heavier, and she almost fell asleep, but then she remembered what she was supposed to tell Paul and Embry.

"What are you thinking?" Embry asked, his lips brushing her neck. He could always sense when something was troubling her. She could try denying it, but it would only be postponing. Oh, how she didn't want to tell; she didn't want to ruin the moment.

But since he asked. "I ran into Edward Cullen today after my appointment with my lawyer," she said. Bella could feel Paul's body tense. Paul hated Edward Cullen.

She wasn't sure if she should tell them that Edward had been there on purpose, wanting to see her. She knew Paul especially would go up the wall when hearing it. Bella had hoped never to see him again, but today there he'd been. Waiting for her, standing by her car.

Edward had caused a scene a couple of months after Embry and Paul had moved in with her. He had come to the shop one day and told her he loved her and Bella should be with him. How he could offer her the moon from the sky, if she wanted, whatever she needed. When Bella had told Edward she was with both Embry and Paul and loved them and was never going to leave them, he had gone mad so much that Thomas and one male customer had had to carry him away from the store.

After Paul had heard about what had happened, Bella was scared he would do something they all would regret. It had taken all her persuasion skills to make Paul not go after Edward and beat him into a pulp. Bella didn't have any doubt he would've done just that. But Paul couldn't just leave it, and he'd called Edward and told him to stay away, or he would beat him into a pulp. Bella had sent Edward a message asking him to stay away and wishing him all the best. Then she'd blocked him and hadn't received his messages and calls since. He hadn't even visited the store anymore. And that had been the last time Bella had seen or heard from him until today.

Bella was so disappointed. She had honestly thought Edward had moved on, but no. He still hoped Bella would leave Paul and Embry and be with him. He'd told her he had only been waiting for Bella to realize she was in love with him instead. Surely she did understand how much better a match he would be for her. How good they would be together.

"What did he do?" Paul asked his voice like steel.

Bella sighed and moved to sit against the headboard of their bed. She pulled a sheet over her breasts. Paul got up from the bed and started pacing back and forth. For a moment, Bella could not take her eyes away from his naked glorious body and momentarily lost all trail of her thoughts.

"Bella, what did he do?" Paul repeated.

Embry moved to sit beside her and took her other hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

"He didn't do anything. I mean, he didn't touch me or anything like that. But he said the same stuff he did last time. He still wants me and thinks that it will be only a matter of time before I'll break up with you and … well... he..." Bella could not believe she was going to tell them this; it was so embarrassing, "he asked me to marry him," she laughed nervously.

"Who the absolute fuck does that prick think he is?! Paul almost shouted, and Embry's hold on her hand tightened.

"Paul, please..."

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"Paul!" Embry interrupted, "Don't be a jerk. She is telling us now."

"I was planning to," Bella said, feeling slightly annoyed by Paul, "but when you came home, you were all over me the moment you closed the front door. Perhaps I should have stopped you, but I didn't want to."

At least Paul had the sense to look a bit abashed and stopped pacing back and forth.

"Sorry, Bella. I just hate that fucking twerp."

"I know you do," Bella told him. "I told him he was mad and that I really didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore." After she had said that, Edward had closed the jewelry box holding a big diamond ring and gone into pieces starting to cry, right there in the parking lot. It had been the most awkward moment in her life. In a way, she did feel sorry for him, but she refused to feel guilty over what he felt and thought was possible between them. From the start, she'd been very clear that she wasn't offering him anything more than a little bit of fun.

"Did he believe you?" Paul asked.

"I think he did." And she really did believe it. They had had a pretty long conversation, and, in the end, Edward had said he was sorry. "But Paul, you must promise me you won't go anywhere near him."

Paul glared at her.

"Please, Paul," Bella pleaded.

"I don't know if I can do that," he answered. "He didn't respect your request this time; how can you be sure he won't come back again?"

"I know for sure. And that is beside the point; Edward Cullen is not a threat to us," Bella said. "If he has illusions about me being with him, it's his problem, not ours. I won't ever want him; I want only you and Embry. No one else, ever." Bella got up to sit on her knees and reach out for Paul. He came to her and took her outstretched hands. Bella pulled him to sit on the bed and wrapped her arms around him. "He is nothing to us, Paul. But I promise if I ever see him again, if he tries to talk to me, then we'll take it to the police. Okay, Paul?"

Paul muttered something unsuitable for anybody's ears to clarify his displeasure about the matter.

"Fuck I hate him," Paul said. "He thinks because he has shit loads of money, he can bend all people to do what he wants. I fucking loath people like Edward fucking Cullen." Bella thought better off not telling them about the ring Edward had offered her when he'd proposed to her on his knees. It had been absolutely the craziest moment in her life.

"I know you do. And he's not my favorite person, either. He will not bother me anymore. But you need to stay away from him, okay? Don't let him get to you. He. Is. Nothing. To. Us." Bella punctuated each word with a kiss on his lips.

Embry moved to wrap his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

"Fuck, I hope we could both get married to you without giving a damn about if it's legal or not," Embry said.

Yes, it had been a constant issue they'd been talking about; them both marrying her, making her their wife. But as was the way of the world, it wasn't possible.

"Maybe we should do it in our way," Bella said. "Put rings into our fingers so everyone would see we're taken."

"Yeah, let's do that right away," Paul said and got up from the bed, pulling her with him. "There is no time like the present."

AN: So a bit more Bella, Embry, and Paul. I hope you liked it. Let me know.