Last time on Need You Now...

When he backed away, he adjusted my hat, giving me one last peck on the lips.

"I love you, Emmett."

With those simple words he walked away. I watched as he made his way back to the bedroom, closing the door behind him where Bella waited on the other side.

'I love you, Emmett.'

"I love you too, Edward," I whispered.

I wasn't quite ready for him to actually hear it, but I needed to say it out loud, anyway. Someday soon, I would tell him. I would tell Bella that I loved her, too, because I did.

Admitting it to myself was the first step, and I had hope that they would stay with me until I could speak the words out loud.

For now, though, I would go for my run with Sarah. She was the only girl I said 'I love you' to, and I knew she wasn't going anywhere. The part about her being my dog and I being the one who fed her and took care of her wasn't the point. Hey, at least I could say the words to someone.

If I could get past the useless worry and trust Edward when he said they weren't going anywhere, everything would be fine and fucking dandy.

Maybe I could say them to an actual human being, not just my dog.

When I did tell them, I knew everything would change. I was just hoping it would be for the better. I wouldn't have to be careful to hide that side of me, 'cause once I gave them that piece of me, my heart, there was no going back.


I cleared my throat and took a second to breathe. Sarah stood by my side, waiting patiently.

I blew out a long breath.

"Alright, girl. I'm sorry," I told her as I crouched down, giving her a couple good scratches behind her ears, making her tail go crazy.

"Let's go."

I stood up again, reaching for the door handle. This time I was able to get the door open without anyone stopping me. The wind blasted me in the face, reminding me that it was still fucking freezing out. I stepped outside, Sarah following behind me, before I closed the door and locked it.

I could handle the cold during the day. Especially when the sun was shining. I'm not sure if it was my mind's delusion that is was actually warm or what, but when the sun set in New England in bones yelled at me for being outside.

I shivered as I rubbed my gloves together, giving them a quick blow through my fists in an effort to get a little heat.

"Well that's fucking useless," I told myself out loud.

Sarah tilted her head, as her ears perked up a bit.

"Do we have to?"

The question was pointless, 'cause we were going to go, anyway. I just wanted to delay the inevitable.

I bent at the waist, making sure to get at least a few good stretches in.

I knew I was only kidding myself that she didn't want to go for a run. I owed it to her, and it was something we used to do often before my mind became all mushy with thoughts.

Bella this, or Edward that.

I was completely consumed with images of them.

All. The. Time.

Bella naked, my fingers lightly tracing the curve of her breast, while Edward placed small kisses on my neck.

I groaned, stretching my arms over my head. Running was going to become very uncomfortable if I kept this shit up.

Sarah cocked her head to the side, a small whimper escaping before she let out on loud bark.

"I guess that's your way of telling me, 'fuck yeah, we're running'?"

She barked again.

"Alrighty then. You win."

I dropped my arms, shifting my growing boner to the side and giving my back one last good stretch. I grabbed Sarah's leash, which I had been standing on until we were ready to go, and let some cord out of it so she could run ahead of me.

"Let's go"


So when I mentioned that it was fucking freezing, I was mistaken.

A last second idea to run, not wearing the right clothes, in the middle of winter, not the smartest idea, Emmett.

Well maybe if you weren't such a chicken shit and stayed home, you could be curled up under a nice warm blanket.

Shut it.

You could be sitting in front of a nice roaring fire.

Stop it, asshole.

Roasting chestnuts.

You're not helping.

With Jack Frost already nipping at your nose, you have to admit the chestnuts sound nice.

Fucking hell. Are you humming Christmas carols?


You can stop.

I don't want to.

Alright, that's enough with the humming. I get your point. Going home now. Thanks for the song, Bing Crosby.

Do you really think I sound like Bing Crosby?

Um, no. Going now.


Now I can sing to myself too. Just great.

I shook my head as we rounded the corner to our street, trying to clear my head of the craziness. I slowed my pace to walking, but I wasn't sure what I would go home to. Even though I had been gone at least an hour, I was still nervous.

Running had done nothing to settle my nerves about talking to Edward and Bella. I still felt like butterflies where kicking each other's asses in my stomach.

The closer we got to the front door, the worse the feeling was.

"This is the last block, Sarah," I groaned.

Sarah turned her head to look at me, her tongue hanging out.

"Don't look at me like that." I raised my eyebrow at her.

I knew if she had her way, she'd stay out all night..

Maybe if I sneaked in the front door they wouldn't notice me. I could run upstairs and jump in the shower. My sweat from the run was frozen in some spots, and it was possible that I had small pieces of ice stuck to me in places I didn't want to mention.

It was fucking gross.

Are you stalling?

What the fuck are you talking about?

You are stalling! I knew it.

Why would I be stalling? I have no idea what you're talking about.

Asking yourself random questions and talking to the dog? Sure sounds like stalling to me.

Whatever Mr. Hoity Toity Smarty Pants.

Oh. Now we're name calling?

For the love of everything right in this world, please stop talking to me.

You are the only one who can make me stop, Emmett.

My inner voice was right. I had to be the one to stop the stupid game I was playing in my head. I just needed to quit worrying so much and trust my gut.

I wanted to go home.

I wanted to be with only two people right now, and they were both on the other side of that door. Only two houses away.

I walked a little faster now. Maybe it would be like ripping a band-aid off, the anticipation worse than the actual deed.

We finally made it to the front door. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies before I unlocked the dead-bolt and stepped inside.

But the clicking of the dead-bolt was loud. The last little sounds of it echoed in my head when I opened the door and stepped inside.

My breathing stopped.

Everything was slow motion after that.

I wasn't prepared to have all thoughts evaporate from my mind.

I wasn't ready to not give a shit about where Sarah just ran to when her leash slipped out of my hand.

And I sure as fuck wasn't expecting to see her naked, with the exception of the 'kiss the cook' apron she had on.

All the blood flow to my brain suddenly traveled elsewhere.


The 'fuck me sideways and repeatedly' images as I saw her bent over the sink rinsing a glass, her round, tight ass swaying to the holiday music in the background.

Holy hell.

When I caught a glimpse of the glass plug snuggled in her ass, I was a goner.

I dropped the keys in my hand to the floor, my knees buckling as my hand reached out to brace my self against the wall.

Fuck me.

"Jesus, Bella. Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?" I groaned, and panted, trying to catch my breath. My voice wasn't even loud enough to carry over the music.

I pressed my lower back against the wall, placing my sweaty hands against my knees.

My breathing had almost returned to normal by the time I'd reached the door. I'd even taken the time to walk the rest of the block to slow my heart rate. Yet watching Bella like this, the very sight of her had turned all those efforts to shit.

I kicked the door shut, not wanting to move from the wall in fear that I might fall flat on my fucking face.

Bella jumped at the loud noise, turning to face me, her hands gripping the granite counter top. Her eyes went wide, but when she saw me she practically ran into my arms, jumping and wrapping her legs around my hips, her arms completely surrounding my neck.

My back slammed against the wall.

I'm convinced that the most stunning woman in the the entire world was standing in my fucking kitchen.

Almost naked.

Now this fucking gorgeous woman was wrapped around me with her naked pussy against my barely clothed cock.

My very hard, barely clothed cock.

Am I hallucinating?

I ran my hands down to her ass, gripping the soft firm skin there and pulling her closer.

So fucking warm.

Nope, don't think so.

I buried my face in her neck, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

"What are you trying to do to me, baby?" I panted, mumbling against the skin below her ear.

"You came back."

Her quiet sniffle worried me.

I shifted my weight off the wall and walked us to the counter top, placing her on the center island. I pulled back to look at her, taking her face in my hands.

Even with my fingers holding her face, Bella's eyes never left the floor. I watched as tiny droplets of water ran down the bridge of her nose.

"Don't cry," I whispered, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her cheek, trying to catch her tears before they fell.

"I can't help it, Emmett," she paused, her eyes meeting mine. "I can't lose you, and I thought when you left," she sniffled, taking a deep breath and letting it out before continuing. "You might realize what the three of have is too much for you."

"I just needed a minute, Bella," I tried to explain.

"You just needed a minute? You've been gone for almost two hours, Emmett." Her legs dropped from my sides.

Two hours? Where in the hell had the time gone?

"Was it really that long?" I rubbed my hands over my face and backed away from the counter, moving to sit down on the couch.

I buried my face in my hands. I was only there for a second before I felt the cushion shift next to me.

"Yeah, man. It was really that long. I think you scared Bella half to death."


"I knew you'd come back," he whispered in my ear.

Just the sound of his voice made my insides melt. I couldn't make a sound.

His face moved away from me as his voice grew louder.

"I was just in the bedroom changing to go look for you," he said, shifting his body a little closer to me. "I told Bella to bake since that is something that usually distracts her."

His hand moved to my opposite shoulder and he squeezed, his mouth again moving closer to my ear.

"I would love to start our much needed conversation now, but you fucking stink, man," he patted my back before standing up and stepping towards Bella and away from me.

"I think you should go take a quick shower, and I'll run to convenience store on the corner. Bella said we are out of cinnamon and whipping cream. Guess she needs it for what ever it is she is making."

I finally looked up at him. His eyebrows were scrunched together as he waited for me to say something.


I had to think of something to ease the dread of leaving the room again, and making them laugh was the only way I knew how.

"Yeah, you're right. A shower sounds great right now," I stood up, stretching my arms over my head, "but I don't care if I stink, I want a fucking hug."

I lunged at him, circling my arms around his sides and lifting him high off the floor.

He squealed like a girl.

Edward Cullen. The man of all my dreams and most of my day time fantasies.





If I didn't have to concentrate on not dropping him I might be doubled over, laughing my fucking ass off.

"Put. Me. Down!" he yelled, kicking his legs and smacking my back lightly.

"You scream like a girl, Eddie." I half laughed, half groaned. I was losing my grip on him, and I knew he hated that name, but I didn't care.

I needed something to lighten the mood and make him stop wiggling like a fish.

"Don't you call me that, Monkeyman."

I froze. That was not the response I wanted.

Oh no he didn't.

Mental snap and a stomp for good measure.

I dropped him.

He lost his balance and landed his ass on the floor with a loud thud. I stepped away, pointing my finger. "You promised to never call me that."

I crossed my arms and waited, trying to ignore the fact that I'd totally just acted girly myself.

He snorted.

"Yeah, well you promised to never call me Eddie, so I guess we're even."

"Monkeyman?" Bella asked as she slid from the counter and stepped behind me.

"Not you too," I grumbled.

"I really think that name suits you," her arms circled my stomach, her head resting against my back.

My abs automatically flexed as her fingers found the bottom of my shirt. She ever so slowly worked them underneath the fabric and ran them along the waistband of my pants.

The feeling of her hands on me...I never wanted them to leave.

"Oh, you do?" I choked, swallowing back the groan that was trying to force its way out.

I knew I really was all sweaty and gross, but I just wanted to skip the fucking shower.

If I reached around and grabbed Bella's legs, I could have her hitched on my back in maybe two seconds. That leaves me with enough time to grab Edward's hand and have them both in the shower with me in less then twenty.

I stared at Edward, who was watching Bella behind me. He was still planted on the floor, his hands and long as all living hell fingers tapping the tops of his knees.

His eyebrow raised before he abruptly stood up and wiped his hands on his ass. "Okay you two, break it up."

He walked over to Bella grabbing her hand and pulling her away from me, he moved her against his side.

"Emmett, get your fine ass in that shower."

The smirk on his face, that knee buckling half smile, was killing me. I wanted to stomp my feet, and complain like a two year old.

"Oh, come on man," I groaned.

At least it was more adult like to groan.

"Now, Emmett."

The authority in his voice made Emmett Jr. want to stand at attention and salute the fuck out of him. I knew better, though. If I wanted to get my way later, I would need to get cleaned up. I was just trying to prolong going upstairs.

It was much more fun this way.

I started walking backwards towards the first step, but stopped.

I watched closely as he faced Bella, running his hands up and down her arms."I know what your thinking, and I would love nothing more than to go with him, but we have a plan. Remember?"

He whispered the last word, eying me with a weird jerking motion with his head.


Bella's lip twitched, and her eyes went wide. It was as if a light bulb went off and when she looked at me, the most beautiful blush spread across her face.

"Fine," I growled. "You two continue with your 'keep Emmett fucking clueless' talk while I go upstairs and shower...alone."

I put my hands up in surrender, walking backwards towards the stairs.

"All wet and sudsy. Hands roaming over..."

I was cut off with a couch pillow flying towards my face.


Bella laughed. "You better get that ass moving, Monkeyman."

"You're gonna keep calling me that, aren't you?"


I shook my head; that woman was gonna kill me.


I flew up the stairs, flinging my bedroom door open, making a nice loud whacking sound as it hit the wall. Sarah long ago chewed on the damn door stopper, and I had yet to replace it. It was times like these, which were rare, when I kicked my own ass for forgetting to replace it.

Speaking of Sarah, my ever loving baby girl, was passed out on her doggie bed.

She didn't give me so much as a sideways glance as I barged in the room.

So much for guard dog potential.

The light from the hallway made it easy for me to grab a change of clothes out of my dresser. I ignored the urge to go over and wake Sarah up, but I eyed her every few seconds to see if she noticed I was even there.

The least she could do was wag her tail.

I did just take her for a run in the freezing ass cold, which apparently had brought her to the point of coma induced sleep.

I closed the dresser drawer, taking my clothes with me to the bathroom.

Once I had the door shut, I flipped the light switch, and started pulling my clothes off at the same time.

The eagerness I felt when I ran up the stairs and flew the door open returned. I wanted to hurry up, take a shower, and get dressed so I could get back to half naked Bella and Edward. If I had my way he would be half naked, too.

Completely naked would be better for both of them.

Maybe later.

It shouldn't take him very long to run to the store, and I wanted to know what this 'plan' was all about.

I was hopping on one foot, my pants and boxers sticking to my calves as I opened the shower door. I quickly set the water temperature as hot as I could stand it.

Not a great idea on my part.

Hopping on one foot, and leaning into a shower while hopping on one foot.

It was a horrible fucking idea.

I felt my feet start to slip on the shower mat. It all happened so fast, but I was able to twist my body around so I didn't land face first.

"Fuck!" I screamed to no one in particular.

That would have just been my luck to slam my face into something.

Instead I slammed my ass on the metal trim piece at the bottom of the door frame. My elbows made a nice loud 'whack' as I caught myself against the tile floor in the shower.

The small 'thud' my head made when it met the wall would have been so much worse if I wasn't trying to lean forward.

Thank God for small favors.

I wanted to laugh at myself, but it hurt too much even thinking about it.

Seconds passed while the water poured over me. I just tried not to move as I leaned back in the shower, taking a few breaths so I could eventually stand up. When I tried to get up, my arms, even my hands were whole fucking body was trembling.

"Oh my god, Em. Are you okay?"

Bella ran into the bathroom. Her hands braced against the door frame.

I'm not sure how she went from standing in the door way, to hovering over me so fast, but her legs were suddenly straddling my thighs.

Is this a dream?

She crouched down, and I made the mistake of looking down. The apron she still had on did little to cover her naked ass, or her lady bits that were currently on perfect display for that matter.

I tried to keep away my hard-on.

Fucking hell.

"Ow." I moaned.

Maybe this is a nightmare.

To have my cock so fucking close to her naked body, and not be able to be inside her was a nightmare.

If this was a dream, I would already have us both naked and up against the wall of my shower...fucking.

I was thanking God for not falling on my face?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

If I did, I might be passed out.

I wouldn't be hurting right now, that's for sure.

I would be in my own little la la land, dreaming about beaches and having sex with Bella.

I didn't care about how my body would hurt worse when I did wake up. I just didn't want to deal with what was happening now.

The torture I was feeling knowing I couldn't be with Bella right now, even if I wanted to, killed me.

It was like I had one of my favorite pieces of candy in front of me, and all I could do was look at it. Maybe I could even lick it every now and then, but only with supervision.

The agreement was we all had to be together, and that fact fucking sucked.

I would never break that promise, but if I was knocked out, I wouldn't even be thinking this shit. I would be in a mind set where I could do whatever I wanted.

"Em, talk to me. Are you okay? Did you hurt something?" She quickly shut the water off before she turned her attention to me. Her soft fingers brushed lightly over my face, while her eyes searched frantically over my body.

I stopped thinking of stupid shit and just watched her. For some reason I didn't respond. Her concern was obvious by the look on her face, and I couldn't help but smile.

God she is beautiful.

There I was, sprawled out, pants and boxers around my ankles, and she didn't even laugh at me. I'm sure if it was Edward in front of me, he would have a camera, making sure to take pictures to use as black mail later.

Doing something like that didn't seem to cross Bella's mind.

Damn, I was so head over heels for her. My heart began thudding like crazy.

"Say something," she whispered.

I took a deep breath.

"I I lo lo.." her eyes went wide as I started to speak, 'I lost my footing and slipped."

I sat up and scooted my poor hurt ass so I was sitting on the shower floor.

I wanted to tell her, damn it. I wanted to say it so bad, but I couldn't do it.

Again, what the fuck is wrong with me?

I heard her let out a small laugh before she stood up and grabbed my arm.

"Here, let me help you up."

I tried to brace myself against the wall with my other arm to stand up, but the water made the tile slick and I only ended up sliding back down.

This time I brought Bella in with me.

We were both laughing, our faces inches apart. The front of her apron was soaked.

Suddenly my throat felt dry, and I tried to swallow.

I looked at her lips and watched the slight movements they made before she spoke.

"Maybe there is a better way to do this. Obviously I can't lift you out of here, so how about you help me up, and I'll grab a towel for you. That should make this a whole lot easier."

"Okay," I squeaked, clearing my throat right after. "Okay, sounds good."

A light blush spread across her face as I sat all the way up, my back pressed hard against the shower wall and I grabbed her thighs. I easily lifted her up until she was standing. For some reason, when it came to taking care of her and making sure she didn't fall, my hands and arms stopped shaking.

I watched as my fingers slid down her smooth skin before I had to let her go.

I was watching her ass as she walked away from me. It was eye level, and I could not help it.

She stood on her toes to reach the top of the cabinet where I kept my towels. I just stared at the muscles in her calves and thighs as they flexed with the movement.

"Edward should be home any minute. I'm gonna run back down stairs and finish up. Will you be okay in here alone?" she asked as she turned to face me, handing me the towel.

I pulled my pants and boxers off, throwing them on the bathroom floor before I pivoted myself and stood up. One shaky leg at a time.

"I'll be fine, baby."

I stepped out of the shower, finally, and reached around her to set the towel on the vanity.

I saw her eyes travel the length of my body, starting at my legs before reaching my face. A beautiful shade of pink stained her cheeks.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue," I stepped closer to her, The only thing between us was the 'kiss the cook' apron as I reached around and hugged her waist against me.

My body always reacted to Bella, and when were were close like this, it was hard to contain myself.

"Your welco..."

I didn't let her finish.

As her mouth moved with mine, her hands pulling at my hair as I moved mine to her ass, the only noise in the room was our mutual moans and groans.

I grabbed her ass roughly and lifted her up to sit on the vanity, her legs fell apart easily as I shifted against her.

Fuck, I wanted to be inside her so badly. My body ached for it.

My cock started to throb against her inner thigh. I was inches away, one split second away from doing what I promised I would never do without Edward.


"Hey...are you guys in here?"

A/N: As always, thank you to my amazing beta and friend Sparagus. I love her more than I could ever explain.

I'm sorry this is super late. Life sucks, and I don't need to bore you with any excuses. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I am finishing up a o/s purchased for FGB, but I will not be as long for the next chapter. I promise.

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