THIS STORY CONTAINS DRUG AND ALCOHOL USE, PROFANITY GRAPHIC SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND ADULT THEMES, GROUP SEX INCLUDING GIRL ON GIRL.

I'll Be Your Lover Too

Chapter 1 ~Just Friends

Bella

"Oh for God's sake!" I gave a frustrated groan as I frantically searched in my bag for my ringing cell phone. Keeping one eye on the road and the other on the disaster that is my purse, I found the cursed phone and tossed it back carelessly when I saw the name displayed on the ID.

Jacob…again.

I could see from the street that Edward's silver Volvo SUV was parked in his usual spot on the driveway. Knowing that he was already home made my stomach do little flip flops and my heart rate speed up which was really sort of an irrational physiological reaction considering I saw him every single day. I often wondered when the butterflies in my stomach feeling would fade.

As I entered the house, I was immediately assaulted by the delicious smell of sautéed garlic and mushrooms.

Mushroom ravioli…

Being that it was a difficult dish to make and quite time consuming to prepare, Edward only made it on very special occasions. Valentine's Day was a week away, (not that the holiday required any special arrangements for me on Edward's part), so there wasn't anything out of the ordinary happening that deserved a special meal. Well, that I was aware of anyway.

"Mmm, my favorite! What's the occasion?" I asked, as I rounded the corner and peered curiously into the kitchen. Edward was stationed at a marble cutting board wearing an apron that said "Sir Loin" printed on the front. He still had on the pale green dress shirt and black slacks he wore to work that morning and his striped tie was draped over the back of a chair.

He looked up from the red peppers he was chopping at an inhuman speed and smiled his perfect, gleaming white smile. "Hey, how was your day?"

Catch your breath and look away from him. Breathe, Bella.

Diverting my attention from his pretty face, I snatched up one of the peppers and popped it into my mouth as I leaned on the granite counter next to him. "Long. My ninth graders really suck. My third period class spent the entire forty minutes baahing and oinking."

"An ode to Animal Farm?" he asked amused, as he reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer. He twisted open the cap before handing it to me with a smile.

His crooked smile made my heart skip a beat.

It did crazy, crazy things to all sorts of other places on my body as well.

"So, how did your presentation go?" I asked, pausing to look up from the pile of mail I was rifling through.

"Wonderful, thank you. They loved the design. But they want to break ground by spring, which is very ambitious but not impossible." A smug grin spread wide across his face. Edward wasn't one to brag, but he needed no one to tell him he was an extremely talented architect and he had every right to be proud of himself. "Unfortunately, next week I am going to have to put in twice the hours to compensate for the week we're away."

"Oh, it will be worth it. Once we're lying on the beach with frosty margaritas, you won't ever remember what blueprints are." I smiled into the distance where I could visualize us on lounge chairs, watching the sun set into the ocean as we sipped drinks adorned with pretty paper umbrellas.

He looked into the distance with me, smiling as if he could see it too. "Hey, speaking of vacations, our plane tickets came today." Then his smile disappeared and his jovial tone changed to one of annoyance. "And…Jacob called the house."

He scowled and rolled his eyed deliberately for me to see. "He said something about not being able to reach you on your cell." Edward stirred the mushrooms into the cheese concoction then held out the spoon for me to taste. His eyebrows furrowed, his lips pressing into a tight line. Edward plopped the mushrooms into the centers of carefully cut rounds of dough.

Shit.

"I wonder what he wants." My voice stayed casual while I outright lied to his face. I already knew from the three hundred messages Jacob had left on my cell what he wanted but I was deliberately ignoring his calls. Now he had moved on to harassing our house phone.

I hated lying to Edward, but I knew full well he would have a complete shit fit if he was made aware of the fact that I hung out with Jacob. I did not feel like hearing a lecture, or admitting to the embarrassment of the whole thing, especially to Edward, of all people.

My sexual needs overcame me a few months ago at Thanksgiving and Jacob and I ended up having a little romp in his stupid McDonald wrapper- filled car while our families ate pumpkin pie inside. Though it wasn't the worst sex I have ever had, Jacob was too concerned with his own needs to even make the experience enjoyable. Besides, I had my true desires focused elsewhere, obviously. But because of my serious uncontrollable urges, regrettably, it happened again at Christmas. It had been so long since we'd had an actual relationship, so I didn't really see the harm in a little tryst. It was just sex for the sake of sex with no attachments, nothing more- which I might add, I made clear on both occasions. However, "sex with an ex" did not go unpunished. He wanted desperately to get back together again, and I was just so beyond done with him and his childish bullshit.

Then there was Edward.

As my best guy friend, Edward helped me deal with Jacob's crap for so long that he would be so disappointed in me for resorting to having meaningless sex with the guy who emotionally tormented me. Even though I take full responsibility for initiating the rendezvous, he would find a way to turn the situation around to blame Jacob anyway. The men in my life were not on good terms, to say the least.

Back when Jake and I were dating and had broken up for like tenth time, Jacob called late one night and we talked about trying to make it work again. I was lonely and very horny, so I considered it, but not without feeling very torn. I had already put forth a great deal of effort into moving on. That weekend, I drove down to La Push to surprise him but got my own surprise when I found him bent over bare assed with some little tourist tramp spread eagle underneath him on his kitchen table.

That was what led to the definitive end of our relationship. There was that, coupled with the fact that he couldn't get past his inferiority of working at a local garage in town while I was earning my degree at a university. Though technically we weren't 'together' while he was screwing many, many other girls, I still felt betrayed and no amount of begging on Jacob's part could convince me otherwise. After that, I planned to say goodbye, part as friends and never look back. That was over two years ago, and as I now knew all too well, should have stayed that way.

"Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Why don't you go get comfortable?" Edward suggested. "Movies are by the television." He leaned into the oven and slid the tray of baked potatoes into it.

Watching Edward bend over was seriously dangerous for me. It did little to help the situation my lack of self control. I eyed him suspiciously and went to check out the movie titles. All chick flicks. And Bubble Boy. "Bubble Boy again? " I asked, rolling my eyes at Edward's complete denial of Bubble Boy being his favorite movie.

The girlie movies confirmed my earlier suspicions…something was up.

Oooh, maybe he is trying to seduce you.

Ha, ha. That's funny, Bella.

I came back down stairs dressed in a comfy pair of sweats and sat at the huge dining room table that we occupied only when we had company. Mostly we sat at the wrought iron bar stools on the kitchen island, but I suppose Edward's unexplained special meal deserved formal seating.

As I sat down at the table, the sweats made me feel much underdressed for our spontaneous special occasion, even though it was Edward's suggestion in the first place to get comfy. I had this weird insecure self-loathing thing around Edward. I felt like I wasn't good enough for him, even just as his friend. He had never once done anything to make me feel this way, but because I was so ordinary against his very extraordinary, I was always left feeling a little… basic.

"So what's up with all of this?" I asked with a skeptical eyebrow raised, gesturing a hand toward his fancy meal. Edward placed a serving of ravioli on my plate, spooning pink cream sauce on top. I scooped a pile of butter smothered baby carrots into his dish and then a smaller portion into mine.

"Uh, nothing. I felt like doing something nice for you." He averted his eyes, so I knew there was more to the gesture than pure kindness. He often did nice things for me just for the sake of it, but this reeked of questionable motives.

"Edward, how long have we known each other?" I asked curtly, cutting my potato in half. I slid a pat of butter in between the pieces.

"Um, since high school." He patronized me while counting animatedly on his fingers. "Nine years?"

"Yes, and nine years is a long enough time to recognize when I am being played by you."

"Why? Can't one friend do something nice for another friend without being accused of having an ulterior motive?" He laughed, looking down into his plate as he swirled his fork in the ravioli sauce.

I grabbed his free hand and held my knife over it preparing to stab. "If you don't tell me what's going on you are going to lose a finger."

He abruptly snatched his hand away from me and chewed thoughtlessly on his nail. "An old friend is in town for a few days," he said in a very quiet voice.

"And?" My eyes narrowed into little slits as I watched him nervously eat away at his fingernail.

He looked down at his plate and muttered almost inaudibly, "It's Tanya."

"Aww you're kidding?" I groaned, while rolling my eyes in disgust.

Tanya Denali.

I despised her.

I hated her stupid four inch Fuck Me Pumps and the fact that she could walk in the stupid things like she was gliding down a runway. I hated her long, painted fingernails and her big strawberry blonde locks that bounced in perfect curls around her shoulders. I hated her giant perky boobs and the tight shirts she wore to show them off. I hated the way she was loud and had to have all the attention on her and I hated her better than everyone else attitude and the way she threw around designer's names like anyone other than Alice actually gave a shit.

But mostly I hated her for the way she looked at Edward. She flirted shamelessly with him, using any opportunity to caress his chest with those freakish fingernails or run her hands through his silky hair. It was embarrassing, quite frankly. Her overtly seductive behavior around him was enough to make me vomit. She was the kind of girl that had no idea that being slutty was not attractive.

Despite all this, she was oddly charming and intelligent and I think that was what got under my skin. That and the fact that I was his best friend and didn't dare to do the things she did. A huge part of me wished terribly that I was more like her, the bold, aggressive, brazen traits, anyway. But I hadn't seen her since four Christmases ago so, I was remembering a younger version of Tanya, not the twenty five year old Alice and Edward were now familiar with.

"Please, please, please don't tell me she's staying here." I practically whimpered.

Technically, since I was living in Edward's house, paying very little rent, I had a huge set of balls thinking I had any right to veto house guests. When I moved in with him two years ago, my best friend and Edward's sister Alice, left me for a job in LA without a roommate in an apartment I could not afford on my own. After hearing that I was interviewing total strangers to live with me, Edward's overly protective big brother instincts kicked in and he insisted that I move in with him in his big house. That was when all the trouble started.

Truly, my intention was to never to be living here for that long, but our relationship got kind of intense as the circumstances in our lives became complicated. When I moved in, I had just been through an exhausting final break up with Jacob, who I dated on and off for years until his mood swings and inferiority complex wore me ragged and just about drove me insane. At the same time, Edward's girlfriend Jane had been killed in a horrible car accident by a drunk driver.

He'd lost his parents in a car accident when he was ten and was adopted by Carlisle and Esme Cullen a few years after. This is also explains why he drives the Volvo. When he traded in his sexy Mercedes last year, everyone made fun of him for downgrading to "Soccer Mom." At first we all considered it a joke, but really with all the safety features, Edward felt like even if he was next on the Grim Reaper's list of fatal car accident victims, he still had somewhat of an advantage. Poor guy lived in terror every time he got behind the wheel, but you would never know it by the way he openly disregarded the speed limit.

So, because of his traumatizing past experiences, Edward was dealing with some serious abandonment issues. He was a huge mess for a while, but he was recovering nicely now, or as well as could be expected. He never spoke of the accident or of Jane to anyone but Leslie, his therapist. We all kind of assumed that his love for Jane was so intense that he wasn't able to really move past the pain and that was simply unbearable for him to speak of her. No one never pushed the issue or pressed him to talk about it, not even me, who he confided with just about all of his deepest darkest secrets.

Apparently he proposed to Jane the night she was killed, which makes her untimely death so much more tragic. Edward was constantly hurting and hiding the agony of her loss. I could see flickers of it now and then which made me ache for his heart to heal.

Edward had an unorthodox way of mourning her passing. A few months after Jane's accident, he turned into a man whore and screwed anything that walked as long as it resembled a supermodel. He and his best friend Emmett, Master of the Man Whores, were completely out of control at one point. I held my tongue (and my ears) about it at first, because I was fearful of my true feelings for Edward coming to his realization. However, there was only so much listening to your best friend fuck random women that a person could take. He was clearly disturbed and trying to vent out his issues through meaningless sex. Eventually I begged him to get into therapy and it was plainly obvious how much it was helping him cope. He hadn't dated anyone seriously since he began therapy and there had not been any supermodels at the house for a long time.

How fortunate for me.

Emmett on the other hand, had since recovered from his man whore ways and was now in love with my college roommate and good friend, Rosalie Hale.

With the holes in our lives, our friendship had become such that we relied on each other entirely too much but neither of us felt it was a negative thing. We were good for each other and there was a love shared between us reminiscent of the closest of siblings or lovers who were not sexually intimate.

How unfortunate for me.

So there's where the complications arose. I remember the exact night when I knew for certain that I was in love with Edward. A year and a half ago we were at a local bar with friends when Jacob and his pack of buddies show up unexpectedly. I asked him repeatedly to leave but he was drunk and belligerent and had his hands all over me despite my best attempts to push him off of me. Edward came to my rescue warning him to walk away. Jake got in Edward's face and heated words were exchanged. That's when I stupidly tried to get in the middle of them and Jacob grabbed hold of my wrist fearing for my safety.

Since it was already broken twice in the same spot when I was younger, the way I twisted to free myself caused the bone to snap again. When I screamed and doubled over in pain, not realizing it was an accident, Edward beat the crap out of him. He only hit Jacob once, because his inebriated state caused him to fall on the first shot. Edward drove me to the hospital with his own broken hand apologizing repeatedly and never once complained about his pain. His only concern was for me. Edward was my own personal superhero.

Since I first met him in eleventh grade, I had been undeniably attracted to him. Hell, a blind person would be attracted to him. Okay, maybe I was a more than a tiny bit in love back then too. Who was I kidding here? I'd spent the last nine years inwardly pining for him.

Edward is stunningly gorgeous. Dazzling green eyes flecked with brilliant gold. Tousled bronze colored hair that is perfectly messy enough to just make him that much sexier. He's …pretty and sensitive and impeccably dressed and meticulously tidy.

Okay, it seems like it, but he's not gay, I swear.

I can't even speak of his body. Just the visual I get trying to find words for his impressive physique made my insides gooey and my panties damp. But more than the looks, he was just an amazing person. He was smart and kind and funny and so generous. He had an amazing talent playing the piano and the guitar. He could cook like a gourmet chef, he could ballroom dance like a pro, he ran marathons, he spoke three languages fluently...I could go on and on.

If he had a fan club, I'd be President and Founder.

After that night I was desperately, hopelessly, madly in love. But I knew between his unresolved feelings for Jane and the fact that visually, he was way out of my league, there wasn't even any point in revealing my true feelings. Also for the fact that I kind of take care of him, sometimes I felt oddly like his mother. I couldn't even see how he could ever distinguish me from that maternal role. So I suffered in silence and took what I could get in the form of friendship. And I ached for him to feel some spark of attraction towards me every single day to no avail.

Snapping me out of my reverie, Edward said, "No, Tanya is staying at a hotel downtown. She's only here for the weekend and then she has a seminar for work on Monday. She asked if we could get together while she's here. I couldn't say no."

Did I mention that he is also just a really nice guy on top of everything else?

"We? Why do I have to hang out with her Edward? Why can't Emmett go out with you? She doesn't even like me." I was adolescently whining while pulverizing my ravioli into blobs of mush.

He reached over and patted my hand. "She likes you, Bella. I think she is just intimidated by our friendship, that's all. And besides, Tanya and Emmett would just end up screwing in a bathroom somewhere. Please, won't you come out with us...for me?" He pleaded, pouting with his bottom lip protruding as if he were two years old. Edward had me. I was not immune to the seductive powers of his pouty face.

"Fine, then." I scowled, rolling my eyes in defeat. "When is she coming?"

"Tomorrow night. She wants to check out a club downtown."

"Oh, goodie," I said, sarcastically with mock enthusiasm. "I guess I'll get use out of Alice's Christmas gift after all."

"Bella, you might actually have fun, you know." Edward pointed his fork at me, emphasizing the word fun.

I smiled back at him smugly. "Yeah, well I doubt it."

Could it really be so bad, Bella?

I mean, what can happen in one night, right?

If you are a fan of Rob Pattinson, then you know he does a cover of the Van Morrison song, I'll Be Your Lover Too. That has a big part in the theme and plot of the story. If you haven't heard it, close the spaces and go here:

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