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Title: What Happens in Vegas DOES NOT stay in Vegas!
Author: twilightmommyof4girls
Summary: Bella is too serious and her BFF Jake takes her to Vegas to celebrate a milestone in her life. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas right??? Wrong!!!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the one and only Stephenie Meyer!! I just enjoy taking them out and doing naughy things with them!!

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Las Vegas. The city that never sleeps.

Why anyone thought this would be a good idea when I really needed a weekend off to relax and sleep, I'll never know.

"Come on, Bella," my best friend moaned. "There is money waiting to be gambled, drinks waiting to be drunk and men waiting to be ogled!"

"Jake!" I replied. "Honestly! Quit acting like you are eighteen!"

"Honey," he replied. "I'm not acting eighteen, but not all of us can act fifty when we aren't even half that."

"I am half that, thank you very much," I replied.

"Sorry, Dr. Swan," he replied, like a scolded school boy.

"Oh, cut it out already. I left my stethoscope in Seattle and so the name tag stays there too," I said.

Jake was a nurse at the hospital where I had just finished my residency. He was flashy and flamboyant, completely gay, and my very best friend.

I finished pulling my hair up and slid into the little black dress that he bought for me earlier.

"There is no way, I can go out in this!" I said to him.

"Why not, Baby Girl?" he asked. "Is something wrong?"

"Ummm," I replied, coming out of the bathroom. "Yeah! Where's the rest of it?"

"Hot Mama!" Jake said. "That's what I'm talking about!"

"Jake," I said. "I can't go out like this!"

"Baby Girl, you look incredible. Who knew you had such hot legs under those scrubs?" he said. "You really need to show them off more often. Now put those shoes on. Mama has the need to spend some of my hard earned dough!"

"These shoes are death traps! Are you trying to kill me?" I asked.

"Bella, Bella, Bella," he said. "You know I'm going to get my way eventually. Why don't you just cooperate?"

"I will, on one condition," I said, pondering what that condition was gonna be.

"What's the condition?" he asked.

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," I said. "No mention of this trip or anything that is said or done here to anyone!"

"Agreed," he said.

"No pictures on Facebook," I said. Jake was a Facebook Queen.

"Fine," he said with a frown.

"No Twitter," I said.

"Not even one?" he asked.

"Nope," I said.

"Fine," he said.

"No annoying innuendo at work, no hinting, no insinuating, NOTHING," I said.

"Whatever you say," he said with a sigh.

"And neither of our fathers will know anything!" I said.

"Fine!" he sighed dramatically.

"I will check my seriousness at the door, wear the little black dress that barely covers my ass and the death trap heels. I will allow myself to get completely sloshed on any fruity drink that you deem proper, BUT if you ever breath a word of this to anyone then you never get to dress me again and I get to wear my Uggs whenever I want, especially when I go out with you," I said, sealing the deal.

"Not the Uggs," he said, looking completely horrified.

"Yes the Uggs," I said. "Now do we have a deal or am I going to take the dress off and climb into the nice, warm, inviting bed for the sleep that I should have been getting this weekend before you kidnapped me and took me to Vegas?"

"You drive a hard bargain," he said, glaring at me.

"That I do," I replied.

"Fine," he said. "But you have to wear your hair down."

"Fine," I said.

He happily pulled the clip out of my hair and let it fall. My long, dark, wavy hair hung to the middle of my back and Jake spent the next five minutes making it perfect.

"Am I good to go?" I asked.

"I can't take a picture?" he asked.

"No!" I replied.

"Fine," he said in a mopy tone before perking up to add, "To the bar!'

I stepped into the death trap heels and grabbed my little clutch.

Ready as I'll ever be, I thought to myself.

We made our way to the elevator and down to the lobby. Jake practically ran across the lobby to the little night club that was located next to the casino.

I just laughed as I saw my friend in his hot pink tuxedo running off in front of me like a kid heading for a candy shop.

What have I gotten myself into?

I had just finished a 36 hour shift at noon, my last shift as a resident, and Jake told me we needed to celebrate.

"Fine," I had agreed, without checking what I was agreeing to. I mean how much trouble can you find at noon, in Seattle, on a Friday.

What I failed to realize is that I hadn't told him we were supposed to stay in Seattle.

I hoped into his yellow mustang and dozed against the door. The next thing I knew I was being hauled through the airport and onto a plane to Vegas.

"Jake," I said. "I don't even have a change of clothes or a toothbrush!"

"I've got you covered," he said tapping his little carryon bag. "And the rest we'll pick up in Vegas!"

"But I need to sleep," I whined.

"Sleep on the plane!" he said.

"Fine," I said.

I had known Jake since we were both in diapers. Our fathers had initially hoped that we would get together, but by the time we were thirteen, it was obvious to everyone, that I wasn't Jake's type. His father took in in stride and decided that as long as we were best friends that was good enough.

"Come on, Girl," he hollered. "The night is young and I need to PAR-TAY!"

"I'd be faster if you hadn't insisted on putting me in these death traps," I yelled back as I continued along slowly.

He was the Ying to my Yang. I studied, he partied. I was serious, he couldn't be serious if you paid him. He kept me from becoming a boring fuddy-duddy, and I kept him somewhat grounded.

Once I got into the club I spotted the pink panther at the bar.

"I'll have a Hot Screaming Orgasm," he said to the bartender. "And Baby Girl wants Sex On The Beach."

Did I mention he only allows us to drink drinks with embarrassing names?

I rolled my eyes and the bartender laughed at him.

We had our drinks and clinked them together as we always did.

"What happens in Vegas," he said loudly.

"Stays in Vegas!" I replied.

"Now," he said as I hammered back my drink. "Here is the key card for your room."

"What?" I asked. We were sharing a room weren't we?

"I don't know what you have planned, Baby Girl. But I want to get lucky and you would certainly cramp my style," he said.

"Jake!' I said, laughing at him. "At least remember to be safe!"

"Always. Now, I know you aren't like that," he said, smiling wickedly at me. "But I stuck something in your purse just in case!"

"Jacob Black!" I said, knowing he had probably slipped condoms in my purse. "You know I'm not like that!"

"Let's drink!" he said, ignoring me. "Bartender. The little lady would like Cum in Her Panties and I will have Sex with the Bartender."

"Maybe later," the guy said winking at Jake. Jake smiled wickedly.

The drinks were in front of us in a moment and the bartender leaned in and told Jake that he was off at midnight.

"Lucky me!!!" Jake said as he moved away. "I'm gonna get lucky with that big hunk of man meat!"

"Ewwww, Jake," I said slapping him. "I'm going to dance. Have fun flirting with your new boy-toy, and watch my purse!"

I made my way out to the dance floor where lots of frenzied bodies were rubbing on each other. The alcohol had obviously hit my system as I found a spot and started to move with the music. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, I reminded myself.

I was lost in the music when a man came and grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into his arms.

"You are so beautiful," he said into my ear as he pressed himself close to me. I could feel that he was already standing at attention and I tried to extricate myself from his arms. The copper haired man held on for dear life and I started to consider my options. Stiletto to the foot, then knee to the groin, was sounding pretty good to me.

"Edward, you tool," came a bellowing voice. "Let go of the pretty girl."

"No," he said, sounding like a petulant child.

"Let go now, or I'll take a picture and send it to Rosalie," he said again.

That did it. Actually Edward decided he wanted distance so bad at that point he actually shoved me away from him. Drinks, death trap heels, crowded dance floors plus a shove from a severely inebriated man were a lethal combination and I felt myself heading for the floor. Before I got there, a pair of strong arms reached out and grabbed me, saving me from a few bruises to be certain.

"Please excuse my brother, Beautiful," he said against my ear as he pulled me against his muscled chest. "The man can't hold his alcohol."

"No harm," I said breathlessly, not from the near fall, but from the feel of this giant of a man that held me in his arms.

"We are here for his bachelor party and I promised his fiancee that I wouldn't let him get drunk and carried away," he said. "Let me get him back to the other guys at the table and then I would love to dance with you."

"I'd like that," I said, smiling up at him.

He smiled at me and his dimples came into play full force. Hello Dimples, may I lick you, please!?!

He squeezed me once more and grabbed his brother under the arm and dragged him off the dance floor. He was gone for quite a while and I was just about ready to give up waiting and head back to the bar when he was standing in front of me.

"Now," he said as he pulled me into his arms. "Let me introduce myself properly. The name's Emmett and I am very happy to meet you."

"Bella," I said, smiling up at him and melting into his arms.

Emmett was absolutely gorgeous, tall, incredibly well toned, and of course there was the dimples. Those tasty, sexy dimples.

We danced for a few songs and there were no words shared. Just the movement of our bodies.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked after a bit.

"Yes please," I said smiling up at him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him as we made our way through the crowd. "And I should get my purse from my friend before he takes off and leaves me without a way back into the room."

"He?" Emmett asked, letting my hand drop and pulling away from me a bit.

"It's not like that," I said, as I grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me again. "I can show you better than I can explain."

He shrugged his shoulders and followed me back towards the bar, our hands still intertwined, although he seemed a little reluctant.

"Jake," I said as I got close.

Jake turned from his position ogling the bartender and smiled at me. Then he caught sight of Emmett, directly behind me, and finally at our linked hands.

"Baby Girl," he exclaimed happily, pulling me in for a hug.

"Jakey," I replied.

"Holy hot stuff!" he whispered. "Nice one Swan!"

"Jake," I said pulling out of the hug. "This is Emmett."

"Hello, Hot Stuff," Jake said, eyeing Emmett like he was a piece of eye candy.

"Sorry, Man," Emmett said with a laugh. "I bat for the other team."

I was glad he wasn't put off by my gay best friend.

"Pity," Jake said, eye-fucking him quickly.

Emmett pulled me against his chest and whispered into my ear.

"I see what you mean," he said, and I just smiled up at him and winked.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

"What's your poison, Sweet Girl?" he asked me.

"Anything that isn't embarrassing to order," I replied at the same time as Jake ordered his next drink from the bartender.

"I'd like a Cum on Your Face," he said.

I rolled my eyes as I felt Emmett laugh against my back, where he was still tightly pressed.

He ordered a beer for himself and a Cosmo for me. Ahhh, a normal drink!

I smiled at him and he winked at me.

We talked to Jake a little, when his bartender returned.

"Hey, man," the bartender said to Jake. "Bobby is covering for me. Let's get out of here."

Jake practically threw my purse at me in his haste to leave.

"Remember," I told him. "Our flight is at one tomorrow so we need to meet in the lobby at eleven!"

He hugged me quickly and whispered in my ear, "Have fun. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!"

With that Jake was gone and I was happily pressed against Emmett's chest.

"Dance again?" he asked me.

I nodded and let him lead me back to the dance floor. As we got there, a random slow song came on and he pulled me tight against him and lowered his head to mine. I could feel his breath on my lips as I lifted my face to meet his.

My lips met his softly at first, but that wasn't enough for either of us and within seconds our lips were pressed together hard and his tongue came out to lick along my bottom lip. There was no question in that movement, it was a demand. A demand that I was happy to fulfill as I opened my mouth to him. His tongue entered my mouth quickly and my tongue met it full force. I could taste the beer and the sweet taste that was all him.

Everything else ceased to exist as our lips and tongues danced frantically with each other. His hands latched onto the bottom of my ass as he lifted me to meet his kiss more closely. Propriety went out the window as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling myself closer to him.

"Let's get out of here," Emmett said. "I have a car."

"Yes," I said.

He carried me off the dance floor, neither of us wanting to be parted from the other. He carried me right out of the hotel and no sooner did I feel the cool night air hit my skin, when a car door opened and I was pulled into the back of a limo.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I responded breathlessly.

Emmett positioned himself on the seat better and pulled me onto his lap, reattaching his lips to mine. I felt the car begin to move, though I don't remember Emmett giving the driver any instructions... Frankly I just didn't care.

My hands found purchase in the front buttons of Emmett's shirt and I began to undo them frantically. His shirt was open and my hands rubbed against the smooth skin of his incredibly muscled chest.

"God, Bella," he said, as I lowered my mouth to kiss his neck and down towards the chest that I found myself wanting to lick.

Emmett didn't let me have my way long, before he moved me so that I was sitting on the seat and he was kneeling on the floor. He moved to press himself against me as his lips found the soft exposed skin of my throat.

"Emmett," I cried out as his hands moved under the hem of my dress, against the bare skin of my legs.

He rubbed his hands up and down my thighs, pushing my dress up further with each pass as his mouth ravaged the exposed skin on my neck and shoulders. My hands travelled all over his exposed chest and back, feeling each ripple in the muscles.

"Bella," he moaned. "I want you. I want you now."

"Yes," I said.

He pulled my dress up, exposing my soaking wet panties and groaned, placing a chaste kiss over them, before working the dress up and over my head.

"Fuck, yeah," he said as my bare breasts were revealed to him. Thank God I didn't need a bra with this dress! One less piece of clothing to get in the way!

His mouth dove down and latched onto my breast and I moaned in pleasure as he began to kiss and nip at the sensitive flesh.

"Please," I moaned as I wrapped my fingers into his short hair.

He lifted me off the seat, so that I was straddling him, my bare chest pressed against his.

"Emmett," I moaned into his mouth as he lowered his head to kiss me again.

Our tongues jockeyed for position, neither trying to dominate the other, just seeking out all the pleasure they could.

I reached down between us and began to unbuckled his pants. I couldn't wait anymore.

"Yes," he hissed as my hand came in contact with his large cloth covered bulge.

He couldn't wait for my fumbling attempts to unbuckle his pants and moved my hand so he could do it himself. As soon as he had them undone I was tugging at them, pulling them down and away from the area I wanted so desperately. They needed to be out of my way and fast. Once I had them pulled past his knees, he kicked them the rest of the way off. He was left in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Shit, was that man HOT!!!

With the majority of our clothes gone he had me in his arms, his near naked body pressed against mine as our lips sought each other once more. His hands moved down to my panty covered ass and he grasped it in his huge hands, kneading the sensitive flesh there. God! Nothing had ever felt this good!

My hands roamed down to his hips, feeling the lovely indent of the muscles there as I began to tug the waistband down. I wanted all of him, and I wanted him now! He lifted his hips so that I could lower them over his ass and I moved so I could uncover him, completely. Thank God!! The man did not disappoint!

"Bella," he said breathlessly as I reached my hand down to grasp his hard length. "Oh, God, Woman!" he moaned as I started to move my hand up and down his shaft.

Without warning, he flipped me flat onto my back, onto the long, leather bench seat .

"These need to go," he growled as he grabbed my little lace panties and ripped them away. I was bare before him, very bare!

"Oh!" I gasped as he moved his hand up to touch my sweet wet folds.

"So wet," he moaned.

"Yes," I hissed, as a single finger danced along me. "Emmett!! God!!"

"I want to take this slow, but I can't," he said.

"Not slow," I said. "I need you. Hard!! Fast!!"

He lowered his body to mine and lined himself up, using his hand to rub the head of his engorged member along my wetness. Then he pressed into me slowly. I felt myself opening to him, stretching to fit all of him inside.

"Emmett," I cried as he finally filled me completely.

"So tight, Sweetheart," he said.

He began to move in me then, stretching and filling me, bringing me pleasure like I'd never felt before. I wasn't a virgin, I'd had a few boyfriends through the years, but they were selfish, worrying more about their pleasure than mine. Emmett was different. He filled me and stretched me so tenderly, that even as we moved harder and faster against each other now, his concern for my pleasure was still evident.

"Put your legs up, Sweetheart," he said to me and I did, raising them to wrap my ankles around his neck.

Thank God, I was so flexible!

He moved in me deeper and the angle caused him to bump up against my most sensitive areas and I couldn't help but to cry out as I felt the muscles in my stomach begin to contract.

"Emmett... so close," I cried out.

"Me too," he said, moving in and out harder and faster. He moved his hand to my bundle of nerves and began to circle the little nub rapidly. That was it. I was done!

"Emmett!" I screamed as the dam broke loose and my orgasm crashed over me. The clenching of my internal muscles must have triggered his release as he followed, seconds later, roaring my name. His head dropped to my chest as my hands continued to play with the muscles on his back and shoulders.

"Never," he said breathlessly. "Never been that good."

"Umm hmm," I agreed, unable to even form words.

He shifted us on the seat, uncoupling us, though it caused us both to groan at the lack of contact

"Thank you," he said, kissing me softly. "That was incredible."

"Thank you," I giggled. "It was."

We stayed there, naked, as we watched the light of the strip going by before I shivered slightly.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"A little," I replied.

"Here," he said, handing me his shirt, which I happily slipped on. He reached down and grabbed his pants, slipping them on.

"Thank you," I said as I cuddled back against his side.

This is where it should have gotten awkward, but it didn't. We just snuggled together watching the scenery pass as we were trapped in our own perfect little bubble.

"Want a drink?" he asked, after a bit. He was running his hand through my hair. Nothing had ever felt this good, EVER!

"Please," I said.

He grabbed a bottle of champagne and popped it open, pouring us each a glass.

"Is this your first trip to Vegas?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said biting my lip. "I was too busy in school before now."

A look of horror washed over his face momentarily. "Not high school, right?" he asked.

"No," I giggled. "University."

"Thank God! I didn't think so but... you never know," he said, smiling at me.

He talked to the driver after that, instructing him to give us a tour of the town.

We didn't talk much, other than to speak about some of the landmarks. After the first bottle of champagne, another was opened, and another I think. The next thing I was aware of was waking up in a hotel room. How the hell did I get here? The last thing I remembered was the limo and the champagne! Was this room even mine? I wasn't sure. I had never been in mine before, so it could have been.

I looked around a little more, Emmett was in bed next to me, gloriously naked. I smiled to myself. Way to score, Bella!! Fuck, he is hot!

I stretched slightly and moved my body. It ached pleasantly. I moved to sit up then I felt the tell tale sign! Uh oh! Hangover! I dropped back down to the pillow, carful not to disturb Emmett. He was even beautiful in his sleep!

Reluctantly, I looked at the clock on the nightstand next to the bed, 11:17! SHIT!! I was supposed to meet Jake at 11:00!!

I jumped out of bed as gracefully as I could considering the hammering in my head and grabbed my dress from where it hung on a chair. The shoulder of my dress was ripped and I looked like hell. I looked around to see if there was anything else I could wear and found Emmett's shirt on the floor. That would have to do! I grabbed my shoes and purse before I ran out the door. Jake was going to kill me.

I hit the lobby at 11:30 and Jake was standing there looking rather disheveled himself.

"We're late," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out the front door to a taxi stand.

As we got in the taxi and the taxi began to move, Jake looked at me with an evil grin.

"Not one word!" I said to him. "What happened in Vegas stays in Vegas."

We got to the airport without any further words and as soon as I got there I ducked into the bathroom and changed back into the clothes I was wearing when I arrived in Vegas. We got through security and onto the plane with no further incidents and I dropped into my seat, ready to sleep my way back to Seattle.

"Bella?" Jake asked in an odd tone.

"Yeah," I responded, tiredly.

"What was that guy's name again?" he asked.

"Emmett," I said. "No more questions Jake. I have the hangover from hell."

"What's his last name?" he asked.

"No clue," I said. "I want to sleep, Jake. My head has a pulse of it's own."

"Baby Girl, I have something to show you," he said.

"What is it?" I asked.

He lifted my left hand so it was directly in front of me and I blinked twice before I realized what the hell I was looking at. There, on my left ring finger was a huge diamond ring, with a matching wedding band beneath it.

OH SHIT!!! What happened in Vegas definitely has not stayed in Vegas!