Your beautiful eyes
Stare right into mine
I think of you late at night
I don't know why
Beautiful Eyes-Taylor Swift
I don't own Twilight, but wouldn't that be flipping awesome?
For this chapter and future chapters there will be language, sexin, and probably some violence.
"Can you please, turn that shit down?" I yelled into the living room at Alice, my best friend and roommate. I had heard about as much country music as I could handle for the day. It's not that I'm not completely fascinated with how rain makes corn and corn makes whiskey or anything like that, but enough is enough. It's not all bad music, really, but recently Alice has taking up line dancing. This is an anomaly in itself when it comes to Alice. Miss 'Never Wear Anything Twice' fashionista was currently reduced to wearing what I assumed were animal skinned boots and cowgirl hats this weekend.
"Sorry Bella," she said as she poked her head into my bedroom door and stuck her tongue out. "You could come join me you know. Lots of cute, single cowboys will be at the bar this weekend just looking for someone to two-step to a new step with…or something like that," she said with a big smile and wink.
I snorted, "I'll say pass, thanks on the dancing, and yes please on the bar." Alice has a thing for cowboys or one in particular, anyway. Her boyfriend, Jasper Whitlock, is the poster boy for "cowboy." He moved to Forks, Washington with his mother, straight off of the ranch from Texas after his parents divorced the summer after our sophomore year, and wasn't every female at Forks high quite surprised when they came back junior year to find the new boy: tall, built, farmer's tan and southern drawl. He charmed the panties off every female in that place with his "yes ma'ams" and just general country boy politeness and twang. Of course, it was no surprise that Alice snagged him before any of the other bitches got a chance with her all around bubbly charm, optimism and nice ass.
If Jasper's good looks and silver tongue weren't enough, he was a genuine, real flipping deal cowboy. When he was fifteen, he won the all around world champion title at the American Junior Rodeo Association show. Anyways, he's good at it all, but his specialty is tie-down roping where you chase the little calf and tie it down and whoever is fastest wins…or something like that. I should pay better attention when Alice talks about it. Actually, you would think since I have known Jasper since I was seventeen, I could remember this stuff.
"You never know Bella," she replied in her all knowing tone. Alice had a strange intuition about things. She usually got them right, which often terrified me. "You might'n just find you a rodeo star," she taunted me in her best attempt at a country accent. I rolled my eyes at her. "It wouldn't be so bad to find someone would it? You could at least get a good lay, you know, play buckle bunny for the night." I snorted at the thought of myself in Daisy Duke shorts and a tight white t-shirt with my chest hanging out, standing around by the chutes letting the cowboys get a peak at my B-cups and all their glory, looking for someone to spend the night with.
"How long has it been since what's-his-name anyway?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
I gave her a pointed look; she knew not to speak of he who must not be named. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy being in a committed relationship and love having sex; it just didn't seem like it was worth all the bullshit effort that you had to put into one. Maybe that was because I had never been in a committed relationship before…on his part anyway. It had been six months. I considered this for a moment. If I was being dragged to Wyoming of all places to watch a bunch of sweaty guys get bucked off a bronco, I could at least look, I suppose. "I'll give it a shot…or two…or three…or four," I chuckled.
"Ha-ha," she laughed sarcastically, obviously getting my alcoholic reference. She was opening her mouth to speak again when we heard a familiar ring tone, My love is deeper then the holler, stronger then the rivers. Her eyes widened, and she smiled. Saved by the Jasper.
I stood up and stretched, tossing my tattered copy of Wuthering Heights on the bed. I needed to start packing since we were leaving in a few hours. I had been to Jasper's competitions before but only the local ones, and we had never all gone out "Honky-Tonkin" at the bars afterwards. I wasn't exactly sure what to pack. Two days in Cody, Wyoming, the rodeo capitol of the world and a night out at a country-western bar. Decisions, decisions. Not stooping to Alice's level of fashionable torture, I decided on some jeans, a couple of shirts, flip-flops and my trusty chucks. Eat your heart out rodeo stars. I'll borrow something off Alice when we go to the bar. I'm sure she packed half of her wardrobe anyways.
The flight from Sea-Tac to Yellowstone Regional airport in Cody wasn't long. It was almost a shame that Jasper spent so much money on our first class tickets…almost, but who am I to turn down plush seats and free drinks? Not to mention the extra leg room so little six year old kids aren't kicking the shit out of the back of my seat the whole flight. Alice doesn't catch as much hell for her bags either, thank God. Her carry on was the size of my one lonely suitcase that was shoved under the plane somewhere.
"Honestly, Bella, I don't know how you can pack so light," she had sighed as we in checked our luggage. "I need options with my wardrobe," she had said shaking her head. I didn't even bother with a response.
We exited the terminal looking for our ride, Jasper. I laughed when I saw him, leaning up against the wall with his head down and hat on, looking like he belonged on a Wrangler jean ad. He was wearing a plain white shirt, dark blue jeans, brown leather boots, and shiny gold belt buckle. He looked up and spotted us… Alice…whatever, and his face broke into a big grin. Apparently, she had spotted him, too, because she ran and threw herself into his arms, and they did the cheesiest spin-around thing ever. Seriously, it had only been two weeks.
Jasper was on the road a lot because of all the rodeos, so he and Alice were only able to see each other a few times a month, so she spent the majority of her time with me, trying to mold me into her personal Barbie. I humored her. It wasn't all bad. She would paint my nails or do my hair while I read. Some nights we rented sappy movies and ate Ben and Jerry's ice cream. She would cry, and I would snort in my cynical way at the bullshit that I was watching. Other nights we would rent movies with Rob Pattinson or Johnny Depp, fanning ourselves by the end of the movie before we would say our goodnights. She would leave to call Jasper, and me, well, I took a bath to relieve some tension.
I walked over to where Alice and Jasper were standing, staring deeply into each other's eyes, smiling like fools and making me a bit uncomfortable. I awkwardly stood there. I bit my lip waiting to be noticed, playing with the hem of my t-shirt. Jasper released Alice from his tight grip. Taking her hand in his, he turned to me. "Howdy Bells," he grinned and tipped his hat to me with his other hand.
"Well howdy to you too, Jazz," I mocked him but smiled back. Jasper's mood was infectious. You couldn't help but feel a sense of calm whenever you were around him. Even in high school if there was some kind of argument or fight, Jasper could usually calm them down enough for it to cease.
He picked up our luggage, which is saying a lot considering the amount of bags that Alice had packed. I insisted on carrying mine, but he was having none of it. The sun was setting behind the hills making them seem almost black from the reflection off the clouds. A dark shade of blue was sitting over top the pink and orange skyline bathing the dark frothy clouds with color. It really was beautiful here in Wyoming.
He led us out to his truck where he had parked it in the parking garage. I asked him the last time he picked Alice and me up from the airport why he didn't just use the valet. His response was "Why? There ain't anything wrong with my legs." I replied with an "oh" and thought to myself good point, but some of us are lazy bitches, Jazz.
I was in love with Jasper's truck. Honestly, if it had a dick, I would have been its lover. He had just bought it a few months ago, and it still smelled all fresh and clean despite the fact that it carried him and his friends around day after day when they had been on horses and in shit. Other than its smell, it was beautiful; 2010, Dodge Ram 3500, 4 doors, with the extra row of seats in the back. Shiny ass black, which he informed me was called "brilliant black," and it was decked out in chrome trim. It just screamed "drive me in some mud and fuck in the tail bed," if you're into that sort of thing, that is. It put my poor little 1953 Chevy truck to shame. It was a classic, and I loved it, too, but it could have been the great-great-grandmother to Jasper's truck. Yes, my truck is a girl.
The drive from the airport to The Cody Hotel wasn't long. Alice chattered away to Jasper in the front seat about the flight and what was planned for this weekend while I tried to blend into the comfort of the dark plush seat when the conversation got a little too intense for my liking. It never bothered me that the two of them were so loving and openly affectionate towards one another, but sometimes it was a little bit of a reality check for me and my lack of romantic action. It's like a slap in the face when I think about how Alice and Jasper have been with each other for the last six years. My longest relationship was a year.
We checked in, and I grabbed my bag, not giving Jasper the chance to beat me to it. He furrowed his brows at me letting it be known he was going to do that. I just smirked at him and headed towards my room. "Bella," Alice called after me, "I'm kinda tired. Would you be terribly opposed if we just meet up for breakfast in the morning?" she asked, which was Alice for, "Hey Bella, I'd really like to ride my cowboy tonight. You're on your own for the evening." Who am I to deny my best friend? "No problem," I called without bothering to turn around. I waved over my shoulder telling them good night. I knew Alice just like she knew me. I hardly ever wanted to go out, and she hardly ever got to see Jasper. I would rather stay in and watch HBO or read anyways.
Room 215. I slid my key card through the slot and opened up the heavy oak door. Oh Jasper, you shouldn't have, I thought as I eyed the king size bed in the middle of the room. I closed the door and dropped my luggage behind it where it landed with a thud. Flat screen TV. Nice. I climbed up of the bed and jumped a few times before I flopped down in the middle of the feather top mattress, snuggling into the freshly laundered white sheets and tan, cashmere duvet. I turned my head to inspect the art work on the wall. It was a picture of an Indian Chief on horseback surrounded by other dead Indians with their wives crying over them. Jesus, what kind of picture is that to hang in a hotel room? I slid off the bed and made my way towards the bathroom. I opened the door to peek inside and rubbed my hand all over the wall trying to find the light switch. I finally found it on the wall outside the bathroom. Why do hotels do that? I stepped inside and looked around. White fluffy bathrobes? Awesome. I spotted the tub and snorted. A Jacuzzi, eh? I will be utilizing you shortly.
I turned the water on, piping hot per usual, and shuffled out of the bathroom to the suitcase I had abandoned on the floor earlier. I grabbed a hair tie from my make up bag and pulled my hair on top of my head in a messy bun except for the few straggler curls that always rebelled. I fished in my suitcase for my favorite lilac scented bubble bath and pretty little purple, waterproof vibrator. A gift from Alice for my twenty-second birthday. God bless the little pixie.
I set my phone down on the edge of the tub and gingerly submerged myself. I laid my head back and let my arms hang over the side. I set there for a minute letting the steam and the jets lull me before deciding to get down to business. I picked up my blackberry. Who would it be tonight? Channing Tatum? Rob Pattinson? Zac Efron? I snorted. Who am I? Alice? We'll settle on Rob. One hand held my phone with a very attractive picture of Mr. Pattinson displayed on the screen, and the other held my humming friend. I was really getting into it. My face flushed and my breathing sped as I pictured him fucking me in the prefects' bathroom at Hogwarts. My mind began to cloud. I closed my eyes when I felt that familiar pulling in the pit of my stomach and began to let it take me. BUZZ-BUZZ. "Oh shit," I jumped and dropped my phone in the fucking bathtub. Completely flustered, I searched wildly for my phone in the tub, mental smacking myself for using so much bubble bath.
I dried it off with the closest article of clothing and tried turning it on. Nothing. My phone had met a watery demise. Fuck my life.
I set the stupid bedside alarm for nine since my phone no longer functioned and changed into my pajamas-a pair of Kermit the frog pajama shorts and a white t-shirt that completely exposed my nipples through the fabric. Now if I just had a pair of army boots to complete the ensemble, I'd be ready to go shopping at a Kentucky Wal-Mart. I snorted at the thought of me traipsing down the aisle pushing my cart with my ass cheeks hanging out before I remember my destroyed phone. Damn it. I wouldn't be able to get another until we went back to Seattle either. That's what you get bitch for getting off on fantasies of a 17 year old wizard. On top of my failed orgasm, I don't know who the asshole was that texted me. I flipped the bedside light off, climbed into bed and snuggled myself into the covers. I better enjoy this while I can because tomorrow it's heat, flies and animal stink for the majority of my day.
BANG-BANG-BANG! I jerked up in bed and looked around wildly, completely disoriented from being awaken so suddenly. What the fuck was that? BANG-BANG-BANG! Who the hell is beating on my door at… I looked at the clock…8:30? "Bella!" Alice called from the other side of the door, "Open up!" Jesus Christ. I took a deep breath, mentally talking myself down from smacking Alice and threw the covers back. I raised a hand and ran it through my nest of disheveled hair. This was going to be a long ass day.
I opened the door before she had the chance to bang on it again. "Yes, Alice," I said as I gave her my best bitch brow. She was already fully dressed in jeans that looked painted on and an equally tight, custom made red shirt with "Team Jasper" printed across the chest. Seriously? I thought I was playing buckle bunny this weekend. I guess it wasn't any different than a sports jersey, except she was essentially branding her tits for Jasper.
"Why are you not dressed? Didn't you get my text last night telling you to be ready at 8:00 am?" She huffed and folded her arms over her chest. She furrowed her brows and looked down at my shirt. "Bella your tits are hanging completely out. Do you know that?"
I gestured towards my chest. "Like what you see?" I rolled my eyes as I hung onto the door, blocking her way. "And no I didn't get your text. Something is wrong with my phone."
She squeezed past me into my room. "Do you want me to have Jazz look at it?"
"No, no, no! Its fine. I'll fix it later," I stammered, feeling heat rise up in my face. I normally wouldn't feel embarrassment towards something as trivial as masturbating in the bath tub, but this was the second time I had destroyed a phone during said activity.
"Were you riding slide saddle in the bath again?" I snorted. I'm so transparent. "That's it," Alice said in a fit of giggles, pointing a finger at me. "You're getting laid tonight."
The competition didn't start until 2:00, but Jasper had to be at the arena early for check in and do whatever it is you do as a rodeo cowboy: feed your horse and compare belt buckles, I guess. This gave me time to take a shower and get my mesh of hair under control before Alice and I went out to a late breakfast. Jasper so graciously left us his truck and rode with his friend Emmett.
I opted for a light blue halter top and my favorite pair of jeans that gave me a little more junk in the trunk…or what my asshole ex-boyfriend had drunkenly referred to as a "ba-dink-a-dink". I pursed my lips and mentally punched myself in the boob, wishing my thoughts hadn't even traveled down that shit covered road. I decided to wear my hair down even though the weather channel said it was 85 degrees. I was afraid if I wore it up, my pasty skin would burn because I avoid wearing greasy suntan lotion like the plague. Long hair comes in handy sometimes.
We pulled into the Buffalo Bill Cody Stampede Rodeo Arena (say that 10 times fast) around one o'clock. I stopped at the concession stand on our way to find Jasper and bought Alice and me an extremely overpriced Bud Light. Being the lightweight that I am, maybe I could get a good buzz going and this day wouldn't be completely boring. Maybe a rodeo clown would get butted or something because, let's be honest, that's what I'm here for. Jasper was underneath the bleachers waiting in the chute area with his horse, Maria. He was stroking Maria's taut jaw and talking to a burly guy when we walked over.
"Hi Maria, baby girl," Alice cooed at the horse and stroked the white diamond in between her eyes. Maria raised her head and whinnied.
"Bella, this is Emmett Cullen," Jasper said motioning towards the curly, black headed man.
"Hi," I said smiling. He tipped his hat and shot me a dimpled grin. He could easily have been the biggest man I had ever seen and judging by the size of his hands, I bet he didn't disappoint in other areas either. Maybe this day wouldn't be a total loss.
"Alice, you remember Em, right?"
"Of course I remember Emmett," she smiled. "How are you and Rose doing?" Oh hell, well there goes that. I took an extra long drink of beer.
"Were doing good. She's going out first today!" he said excitedly.
"Emmett's girlfriend, Rosalie Hale, barrel races," Jasper informed me, filling in the pieces. "His brother, Edward, is the one I've been doing the rodeos with for a little while. He rides the bulls." I raised an eyebrow appreciatively. I knew that cowboys often used the "buddy system" since it was cheaper to ride to the shows and split hotel costs. I just didn't know Jasper did and that Emmett had a brother. That was interesting.
"I didn't know that, Jazz," I said as I gave Alice a quizzical look.
She shrugged. "Wasn't worth mentioning."
Somebody yelled for the barrel racers to start making their way to the fron, so we took that as our cue to leave. Alice pecked Jasper on the check and then Maria. I gagged at her and she rolled her eyes. Truth be told, that horse was probably cleaner than half the guys here…and girls for that matter. Alice gave a few buckle bunnies a pointed glance as we walked away, making it known that Jasper Whitlock was taken bitches.
Before we went to the stadium, we stopped by the concessions one more time and got another beer. By the time we found seats, the alcohol was starting to take its desired effect. I could feel the blush on my cheeks and the heat in my shoulders.
"So why didn't you tell me Jasper toured with someone?" I asked Alice, leaning back against the bleacher wall taking a drink of my beer.
She laughed and rolled her eyes. "The guy has an asshole reputation, and I didn't think it was worth mentioning." I snorted. I wonder what he had said to Alice to make him not worth mentioning in her eyes. Usually, she spared no detail on anything. For her to leave out the existence of a human so close to Jazz made me speculate.
"What makes him an asshole?" I questioned.
"Jasper told me that Edward and Rose fight all the time and it's really hard for the other competitors to get along with him. Of course, Jasper gets along with everyone, so it's no big deal to him. He's got a temper too, apparently. He's been kicked out of the arenas before for fighting or something." She changed the subject, obviously not wanting to hit on their encounter. "Can you see Jazz?" she asked as she strained her neck to look over the crowd.
I didn't push the subject. I looked around the chutes for Jasper instead. "There he is," I pointed, "standing by that guy in the black shirt." Damn, I thought to myself. Were all of Jasper's friends attractive? Jasper turned and faced the crowd. Feeling brave from having consumed almost two beers in 30 minutes I stood up. "JASPER! Whooo hooo! Hey!" I yelled waving my arms over my head trying to get his attention.
"Bella! Oh my God. Sit down!" she said tugging on my shirt but doubling over in laughter. Apparently, she was feeling her beers, too. People were turning around and giving us angry glances. "I'm so sorry. She's sick." Alice said, trying to regain her composure.
Alice blew him a kiss, which he caught and placed on his cheek. Like I said, smack in the face sometimes. I looked back down towards Jasper and gave him another small wave. He shook his head and laughed, but the guy in the black shirt was staring at me in the most intense and peculiar way. I took a sip of my beer and he looked away. Normally, I would have found this creepy, but he was pretty damn hot. Maybe I did have a thing for cowboys. He turned to Jasper and ran his hand through his bronze hair for what looked like the hundredth time today. I saw him nod and he walked away out of eye sight.
The voice on the loudspeaker boomed the introductory speech, and we all stood for the American anthem. After some tone deaf, thirty-something year old women desecrated America's national anthem, I pulled my book out of my bag and started reading. Alice shot me an annoyed glance but didn't say anything. She knew I would watch when Jasper came out.
Rosalie and her horse, Royce, were first. I peaked over my book to watch her as she swerved around each barrel, barely missing it each time but never hitting. From what I could tell, Rosalie was very good…and very beautiful. Her long blonde hair flew out behind her as she rounded the corners with Royce. She finished with an impressive time according to Alice, and I nodded like I knew what the hell was going on. I went back to reading, not particularly interested in any of the other riders except Jasper.
A little while later, Alice offered to get us another beer, which I was happy to accept since my buzz had started to wear off. I sat my book down and folded my arms across my chest. It was hot, I was starting to sweat, and someone already smelled like gym socks. I glanced around to see if anyone was looking and quickly did a pit sniff to make sure it wasn't coming from me. It wasn't. I looked around to see if I could identify the odorous culprit. There were just too many guilty looking people. I would never know unless I sniff tested all of them, which wasn't happening.
I leaned back against the bleacher wall and looked out at the arena. I noticed Emmett was standing down at the chutes, talking to the messy bronze haired guy who was in turn looking at me…no, he couldn't be looking at me. I glanced down at the people sitting around me. Unless he's into really fat or old chicks, he was looking at me. I looked back at him with a furrowed brow and he flashed a toothy half grin. Holy flipping shit that is one gorgeous smile! Ok, Swan, you can do this. I gave him a small wave, and he tipped his hat. My inner sixteen year old squealed with delight until we heard, "What the hell is Edward Cullen looking at?" My inner sixteen year old jutted her bottom lip out and stormed off. Can we never have our moment?
"Edward Cullen?" I bit my lip. "Where?" I asked Alice, wondering if, but pretty sure, we were talking about the same person.
"In the black, there, with the shit eating grin on his face," she pointed right at the cowboy with the sexy grin. His grin fell when he saw Alice pointing at him, and he turned back towards Emmett.
I took my beer from Alice and nursed it for a few minutes as I thought about this Edward Cullen guy. Alice was usually such a good judge in character. She had a flare for the dramatics at times, but she generally pegged people spot on, so why didn't I trust her judgment this time? I didn't know this guy from Adam, but for some reason, I felt drawn to him, almost like there was an inexplicable pull towards his sly grin. It was probably because Alice thought he was an asshole, and that's what I generally attract. I shook my head trying to purge my brain of crazy thoughts that obviously had to do with reading in the heat and drinking beer at the same time. It wasn't possible for me to have some magnetic pull towards someone I had never met. He was just pretty was all.
Tie down roping was next. We saw Jasper down in the chutes, lasso in hand as he mounted on Maria. "Oh, here he comes!" Alice squealed, bouncing in her seat. "He's so hot when he does this."
"Sure," I said. She was too busy swooning to catch my sarcasm.
The calf went out first, giving it a head start, and a few seconds later Jasper and Maria followed. Maria galloped out into the arena, and like clock-work, headed straight for the calf as Jasper started swinging the rope. He got a good shot and released the lasso. It landed around the calf's neck, and he whistled for the horse to stop. He dismounted and ran over to the calf, but it was all so fast from there, I couldn't tell what was going on. He had it down on the ground and tied so quickly I almost didn't see what he was doing until he threw his hands up in the air. His final time was 7.5 seconds. We heard "daaaaamn" come from a few people. Apparently, that was a really good time and one of Jasper's best according to Alice. I smiled smugly. That's right bitches, best friend to the rodeo star's girlfriend.
"You ready to go?" she asked, obviously wanting to go see Jasper since he had done such a good job.
"Actually, I think I want to watch the bull riders." I peaked over to gauge her reaction, trying to not seem too obvious with my sudden interest in a rodeo event. "You know…see if anyone gets their face kicked in," I shrugged.
She raised her eyebrow, "Ok…that's fine," she said with a "you're up to something Swan" look on her face.
Three bull riders came and went…blah blah blah…who gives a shit about them?
I felt his eyes on me before I saw him. Edward was standing next to the chute with the bull in it. He had apparently changed his shirt and was now wearing a long sleeved black and white checked one. His safety vest was on but I noticed he didn't wear the helmet like the other riders, just his tan hat. He flashed that crooked smile at me again before turning to climb up the chute and get on the bull. I smiled back but wondered if he would still look that gorgeous after that bull stepped on his face. I watched him as he fastened his hand around the rope, securing himself to the large crème colored bull. His eyes were closed and his head was down as he nodded to a few people standing around him, including Emmett. He looked at Emmett and smiled, then looked up and met my gaze and winked. Jesus! Had it been so long since someone flirted with me that a wink could actually make me a little hot? If he kept this up, I would definitely need a change of panties…and when did I find a guy on a bull so fucking hot? Oh yeah, as soon as Edward Cullen wrapped his legs around it.
The chutes opened, freeing the bull and Edward. It was completely pissed off that some weirdo had tied a rope to it and was now sitting, or trying to sit, on its back. But really, can you blame it? It thrashed wildly, jerking left and right. It jumped and kicked, trying every way to free itself of the rope and rider. All the while, Edward held on, enduring the bull's violent jolts, always keeping one hand around the rope and one in the air. The bull spun around wildly and kicked back coming down hard on its front hooves and slipped in the mud causing him to crash forward and fall. The people around us gasped, apparently more aware of what was going on than I was. The bull hit so hard that Edward flipped and went flailing to the ground. He landed on his back about twenty feet from the bull. Alice and I both brought our hands up to cover our mouths.
Before I could say anything, the rodeo clowns had already arrived and were distracting the bull as Edward jumped up and ran. Holding his back and limping a little he climbed the fence to safety.
Emmett came running over to him, as well as a few people who appeared to medics. He turned and yelled at the medics who stopped trailing him quite so closely. One of the rodeo clowns handed him his hat, which had apparently flew from his head when he was thrown. He roughly snatched it away and threw it as he kicked the dust. Hot damn! We've got a live one! My inner sixteen year old ye-hawed and I couldn't really blame her for acting so…country? It was hot. He was hot. Good looking, bull riding, hot tempered cowboy. Too bad I would probably never see him again. He managed to stay on the bull for seven seconds and scored an eighty-five, which apparently is pretty good.
Jasper placed first in his event, which Alice had predicted. Rosalie came in first too, which according to Alice was a good thing. She said we would all have hell to pay if Rosalie hadn't. Edward came in second on account of the bull falling, which I thought was a little unfair but what do I know about what's fair when you ride a bull. We talked about the rodeo some as we walked back down to the chutes to meet Jasper. Well, she talked. I mostly listened. She was so excited about Jasper winning that she bounced as she walked, a little black haired pixie bobbing through the crowd.
She hadn't pushed as to why I wanted to stay behind and watch the bull riders. I mean, let's be honest, I'm usually not interested in this kind of stuff at all, so it surprised me when she mentioned Edward Cullen. "Asshole or not," she said, "Edward took a hard hit. I can't believe he got up after that! He probably won't feel up to going to the bar tonight I bet, thank God."
I perked up at the mention that I may actually get to see the man with the gorgeous smile again. "Who's going with us tonight, anyways?" I questioned, picking at an imaginary spot on my shirt.
"Well, Jazz and myself, Em and Rose, and…" she paused and looked at me out of the corner of her eye, "you and Edward I guess, but hopefully he won't come since he just flew twenty feet off a bull. I would hate to put you in a situation where you had to play fifth wheel with him."
"Don't worry about it," I smiled, "I can hold my own." Not that I was worried.
"I don't doubt that. I have witnessed your mad skills if you do recall," she laughed. "Remember when I had that slumber party in fifth grade and Lauren Mallory drew all over my coveted backstreet boy's poster and you smacked her." We both started laughing.
"Yea, I vaguely remember that," I said, shaking my head. "I also recall her saying she was going to 'tell my mom' or some shit like that."
Alice laughed and pointed at me, "And you told her that if she did, you would tell everyone in school she wet the bed!"
I laughed so hard I had to wipe tears from my eyes. "Good times, good times."
Jasper was standing by Emmett searching the crowds for us…Alice…whatever. When he finally spotted us, he smiled. "Well, my two favorite ladies." He draped his arms over my and Alice's shoulders. She giggled. I'm a favorite lady now, huh? "We are gonna celebrate tonight! I'm buying," he said excitedly. I heard a "Yes!" from behind me, which had to be Emmett and then an "Ow, Rosie."
We turned around to see Emmett rubbing the back of his head. Rosalie snorted. "I don't need you to buy me anything," she said in a matter of fact way. "I'm not looking for a hand out."
Jasper just looked at her. He wasn't even fazed by her little outburst. "Rose, Jasper was just being nice," Alice defended him. "We know you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself."
I turned to Alice with a "What the fuck is that about?" look and she returned a look that said "I'll tell you later what the crazy bitch's deal is."
"All I'm saying is that I won, too, and maybe I wanted to buy everyone drinks!" she said and huffed off.
"Aw babe, don't be like that," Emmett called after Rosalie. He turned towards us and shot me an apologetic look. "She's not normally like this," he said and ran his hand through his short, black curls, leaving it on the back of his neck. He looked at Jasper. "Her dad called a few minutes ago, man. She didn't mean anything by it." Jasper nodded. "Meet ya at the bar?" Emmett asked, making sure they were still welcome to come.
"Of course, Em. She'll feel better after we get a little tequila in her," Alice said and gave Emmett a wink. He smiled and turned to find Rosalie.
On the way to the hotel, I remembered that I didn't pack anything to wear tonight, and I knew that if I wore a ratty band shirt and my chucks Alice would have my ass. Since I was secretly hoping that I might see Edward and his sexy grin again, I did something I normally wouldn't do. "Alice," I said as we walked into the hotel, "Can you pick me out something to wear tonight?"
She squealed and threw her arms around me. "Oh my God, I thought you would never ask! I have the perfect outfit for you to wear!" She started clapping her hands. "Let me get dressed and I'll bring it to you."
I decided to take a shower to get the sweat and stock yard filth off me before Alice showed up with whatever revealing monstrosity that I had allowed her to create. Apparently, I'm a firm believer in masochism. I laid my bag down on the bed and stared at the horrible Indian picture on the wall again. I took my shirt off and hung in over the picture. It didn't even cover half, but at least, it hid his depressing ass expression.
I stripped the rest of my clothes off and jumped in the shower. The water felt nice as it ran over my hair and down my back. I was actually excited about the prospect of seeing Edward tonight, and I didn't let myself get excited over guys anymore. Part of me was worried that maybe he was a temperamental asshole like Alice had said, but another part of me didn't give a shit. I chuckled and bit my lip, which in turn got me thinking about his lips and how he pulled them up into that sexy half grin that made my heart flutter. This then led me to start thinking about what he could do with those lips, where he could put them and what his tongue would taste like. I remembered the way he ran his hands through his wayward bronze hair, and I thought about him running his hands up my sides and cupping my breasts. I wondered what his broad chest and shoulders looked like underneath that black shirt he wore…or hell, better yet, what was hidden under those jeans. I sighed and opened my eyes. Holy shit, how did my hand involuntarily get down to my whisker biscuit? Better finish what I started I guess.
I stepped out of the shower flustered and blushing. I've known the guy for half a day and the thought of him has already given me better orgasms than my blackberry pictures ever did. That's right I said orgasms, meaning multiple. I wrapped the fluffy white bathrobe around me and stepped out into the cool air of the hotel room. I had given Alice my extra key before she went to her room so out of the corner of my eye I saw her lounging on my bed watching Harry Potter. I snorted, how ironic. I glanced over at her and had to do a double take. My eyes widened and I opened my mouth in shock over her outfit. She was wearing a skin-tight black dress that just barely covered her ass. It had sparkling, silver stars across the chest and sleeves, but there was so much cleavage being shown, I'm sure no one would give a shit about what the design was. She wore matching black, knee length boots and a leather belt with what appeared to be one of Jasper's smaller belt buckles adorning it and… is that a lasso strung on it? Yes, it is. The ensemble was completed by a hat and bolo tie necklace. Honestly, I'm kind of surprised Jazz let her out of the room dressed like that. "Alice…have you ever wondered what an entire room of guy's cumming their pants would smell like?"
She raised an eyebrow at me, "Nooo?"
"Well you're going to find out tonight if you wear that." I shook my head. "Isn't that a Halloween costume?"
She frowned. "Do you think anyone will notice?"
I laughed. "I doubt they would give a fuck if they did." She smacked her ass and winked. "You're such a buckle bunny," I told her.
Alice started on my hair, combing and drying, and straightening and curling. "I think I'm going to grow my hair out," she had said as she released one of my curls.
"That would be cute; it would look good on you," I said. which was the same thing I said every time she told me that. She and I both knew that she can't grow it past her shoulders before she goes crazy and chops it off, and yet, we have this conversation every time she does my hair. "So, what's Rosalie's deal?" I asked, thinking back to earlier in the day. I was still confused by her snippety bitch attitude.
"Oh yeah, I forgot," Alice said, pulling one side of her mouth up in a grimace. "I haven't known her but for a year maybe. I've heard a few things from Emmett, and I'm not even sure Jazz knows the whole story. None of them have come right out and told me. Well, anyways, apparently Rose's dad is a total dick. He used to beat Rose and her mom…wouldn't give her mom money to get groceries and things for Rose, so now that she has made a name for herself and has money, she makes it a point to take care of those around her." I nodded. "I don't know, kind of silly I guess but she feels like she has to prove herself to everyone."
"So what happened to her mom?" I asked.
"She stayed with Rose's dad in New York. Rose tried to get her to move out; she had an apartment ready for her and everything, but she wouldn't go, wouldn't leave him."
"Huh" I replied. I didn't realize it was going to be such a heavy subject. I thought it was just Mother Nature ripping Rosalie a new one or something…not her dad being some sick sadistic bastard. It made me think about growing up with my Charlie in Forks. I didn't have a phenomenal childhood or anything, but he took care of me at least. Made sure we had food… and didn't beat the shit out of me. He couldn't be around a lot since he was Chief of Police in Forks, so I got shuffled back and forth between Grandma Swan's and Alice's house when he wasn't home. Right now he was probably sitting on the couch, watching some type of sports program, and drinking Vitamin R, not beating my mother.
Of course he couldn't really beat my mother since she was three thousand miles away. Although, she probably deserved it after what he went through being a single dad, trying to work full time with a one year old. He never complained or said anything bad about her though. He even made me go spend time with her two weeks out of the summer every year when I was in school. She was currently in Jacksonville with her new boy toy, Phil, who was into minor league baseball. He coached or played. I can't remember which. Just because she calls and I answer doesn't mean that I listen.
Alice applied my makeup. I had thought she would paint me up like a two dollar hooker, but she actually didn't do a half bad job. She said the outfit she picked out would look better if my make up appeared more natural. Thank God for that. She led me out of the bathroom and over to my bed where the outfit was laid out. It actually wasn't that bad.
"Well?" she said, motioning towards the clothes.
"It's actually great, Alice. Thanks," I said.
"Yay! You can keep it." She clapped, "Ok, get dressed; I'm going to get Jazz. Meet us in the lobby in twenty minutes?" I nodded and smiled.
The shirt wasn't as revealing as I had anticipated, especially coming from Alice's closet. It was long sleeved, western style with a black, red, and blue plaid pattern. Thankfully, it only showed as much cleavage as I wanted it to since there were pearl snaps. The jeans were a little tight but they were Alice's. I wasn't entirely sure what the belt would be needed for other than to "complete the look," as she would say, and God bless her, my black flip-flops were laid out for me too. Maybe I would trust her more often when she wanted to play Barbie.
I thought I looked pretty hot to be a girl from Forks masquerading as a cowgirl. I started doing my 'hey there hot stuff, look at my ass' walk in front of the mirror. "Well, hello there Mr. Cullen," I breathed to my reflection. "My name is Bella. Wanna see my meat holster?" I went to do a three hundred and sixty degree spin and pull my imaginary gun out of my pants, but instead tripped over my bag and busted my knee on the dresser. I sat up and allowed myself thirty second's pout time before I looked at my knee. Yeah that was going to bruise. Fuck my life.
We pulled up to the bar and parked. I looked at Alice and laughed. "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I pointed to the neon sign, "Cooter Brown's?"
"I knew you'd like it," she said giggling.
Jasper smiled and motioned towards the door. Music flooded out as soon as he opened it and, if I'm not mistaken, it was Boot Scootin' Boogie. I took a deep breath; all things are possible with alcohol…and possibly seeing Edward Cullen.
The music from the band was loud, but they were decent. I saw some guy riding a mechanical bull in the corner. He lasted about two seconds before he was thrown onto the cushions on the floor. Not quite as hard a hit as Edward took. I was actually curious to see how long I could ride it. I started thinking about scenarios of Edward showing me how to ride the bull when we spotted Emmett and Rosalie out on the dance floor. It was funny to watch Emmett's massive form line dancing. He looked like he should be tackling somebody on a football field, not dancing in some pansy line. Alice and I grabbed a table, and Jasper bought us beers. I scanned the bar but didn't see Edward anywhere. The song ended, and Emmett and Rose greeted us at the table. I hated to ask where he was and draw unwanted attention to myself and my odd infatuation with him. They made small talk about the bar, the music and where they thought they would go next on the road. All the while, the suspense of not knowing if he was coming was driving me crazy. I smiled and nodded and sipped on my beer. Finally, Jasper asked where Edward was. "The little bitch had to take a Midol for his cramps," Rosalie said smugly.
"I don't think he's coming tonight," Emmett said, not paying her any attention, "Said his back hurt pretty bad. I'd say so. Did you see that little shit fly through the air. I thought for sure he had broken his neck!"
Well, need I say fuck my life again? I drained my beer and walked over to the bar. I ordered a shot of tequila and downed it as the band started playing Keith Urban's, Only You Can Love Me This Way. I ordered another shot when I saw Alice and Jasper walk out on the dance floor with Rosalie and Emmett trailing behind them. Jasper took Alice's hand and spun her around, pulling her into his arms. He held her as they rocked to the music. He would occasionally whisper something in her ear, and she would giggle. Smack to my alcohol reddened face, I tell you. The song ended, and I ordered another shot. "What are you doing?" Alice asked from behind me.
"Well, Alice," I slurred slightly, "I'm trying to get shitfaced."
"Hello! Were supposed to be finding you a man!" she huffed. "No man wants to sleep with someone covered in puke, and we both know you will be if you keep drinking tequila." She was right. I couldn't handle my liquor. It would end up in the parking lot or in the bushes by the end of the night. At this point, I didn't care. I was only interested in one guy tonight, and he wasn't here, so I could settle for the next best thing, getting drunk, going back to the hotel and having a post puke masturbation session in the bathtub, where I will then proceed to pass out naked in the bathroom floor. If I'm lucky, I may make it half way to the bed.
"Ok, I'll slow down," I lied. "Keep an eye out for potential suitors." I loved talking all stupid when I got drunk. When she was gone, I ordered another shot and a beer. I downed the shot and took a sip of beer, grimacing at the odd combination. I was starting to feel pretty good and bobbed my head to the music, when somebody tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around on my bar stool to see who it was. Oh my God! He was dressed all in black, which would have reminded me of Johnny Cash except the guy was one pound away from holy shit! He had a handle bar mustache, too, of all things. I raised my eyebrows, ready to burst out laughing if he did what I thought he would do.
"Hey there pretty lady. What are you doing sitting at the bar all alone on a Saturday night?" he asked.
I snorted, "Getting drunk?"
"How 'bout you let me buy you a drink?" he asked, leaning up against the bar. Oh, Jesus.
I laughed at him. Literally. Laughed at him to his face and I know I did it because I was basically word slurring drunk. "Uh...actually, I think I've had enough to drink for the night, thanks."
"Awww, come on baby. Let me buy you a drink," he said leaning in closer to me. He smelled like whiskey and too much old spice. The combination alone made my stomach turn.
"Listen, Colt Ford, I said no. You're not getting my chicken and biscuits so fuck off." Oh God, me and my drunk mouth. I looked around for Jasper or Emmett to come save me from what I had just done.
"What did you just say to me?" He straightened up.
"I believe she told you to fuck off," someone said from behind me. I didn't recognize the voice and really was too tipsy to turn without falling over and causing a scene.
"Oh, hey-hey, Eddie," he stammered. "I didn't know she was with you."
"Family friend," The man I didn't recognize said. Family friend? Eddie? It took my drunken brain a second to figure out what the hell was going on. At that moment, I was fairly certain that, one, Edward Cullen was standing behind me and, two, I was thoroughly soused. Colt Ford wannabe stepped away from the bar. I gripped the counter's edge and turned slowly around in the bar stool to meet two sets of blazing green eyes. Ok, one set really…but it appeared to be two.
He gave me a confused look, and I just smiled my drunken stupor smile. "Are you ok?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
"I'm great," I slurred "Thanks for saving me from Boss Hog."
"No problem," he said, slipping into the bar stool beside me.
"I thought you weren't coming." Oh shit! Way to be obvious, Bella. "I mean, Emmett said you weren't coming, and Rose said something about your back and Midol, which doesn't make any sense, because guys don't have..."
He cut me off with a sexy chuckle. Damn that chuckle. I wanted to hear him moan. "Well, I'm here now," he winked. I just stared at him, mouth hanging open, trying to process exactly what he was doing here sitting at the bar with me.
"Hey listen," I said, suddenly remembering what I thought was an awesome idea. "I want to ride you." He raised an eyebrow "Shit, I mean I want you to show me how to ride that bull," I said, pointing in what I thought was the direction of the mechanical bull but was pretty much the floor.
He chuckled. "Uh, Bella, I don't know how good of an idea that would be. I think you're probably too fucking drunk to walk, let alone ride that thing," he said, still looking at me with that strange expression. I just stared at him, dumbfounded. He knew my name, which made me smile. He had a dirty mouth too, which made me hot, and that one little logical brain cell that I had left was completely flattered that he wanted to take care of me. Though it wasn't so much for me. I'm sure he would probably do it for any drunk chick in the bar who was trying to ride a mechanical bull, but then there was the rest of my brain that screamed rebel. He should know not to try and tell someone who's drunk what to do. "I'm going to go find Alice or Jasper," he said putting his hands on my shoulders and dropping down to my eye level. "Are you going to be alright for a few minutes?" he asked. I bit my lip and nodded. He ran his fingers through his hair and turned to go do whatever he just said…I couldn't remember.
Probably because I had double vision and was holding on to the counter for support, it didn't even occur to me to look at what he was wearing. I did notice that he didn't fit in with the rest of the people here at all. His hair was its usual disarray. He was dressed casual in a loose pair of jeans and a green…Callahan Auto t-shirt?
"Hey," I called after him. He turned around "Is that like from Tommy Boy?" I asked, trying to put words into a sentence. He looked at me for a few seconds before it registered with him what I was talking about and nodded. "I love Chris Farley," I replied as he turned back around. Sexy and excellent taste in movies so far. It was a shame I had to be drunk and ride this bull. I would have loved to talk to him…or more.
When he was out of sight, I summoned every ounce of sober in me and climbed down off the bar stool. I was riding that bull, and if he wouldn't help me, I would do it myself. I held onto the counter for support to give myself time to get my bearings straight. I steadied myself and took one step at a time towards the bull. Baby steps, I told myself…drunken ass baby steps. It was only about sixty feet or so away, but that was quite a feat for someone of my size who had….well…I can't remember how many shots of tequila.
I finally managed to get over to the bull. It looked a lot bigger now that I was standing next to it, and it also looked a lot harder to get on. If I were sober, I probably wouldn't have even tried to climb up on this. Thankfully, I was far from it. I put one foot on the stool and with one hand, I grabbed the rope tied around the front of the bull. I threw myself onto its back and pulled myself into a sitting position. Oh my God! I actually did it. I let go of the rope to do a victory clap and when I did, I felt myself sliding. Unfortunately, it was the kind of sliding that happened three seconds ago but you're so drunk you think it just happened, so it's already too late to do anything about it. I hit the floor, hard. I'm just glad it was padded because I really was not in the mood to visit the emergency room tonight. "Bella!" I heard Alice yell.
All at once, Alice, Jasper and Edward were standing over me. I closed my eyes. My stomach started to churn, and I thought I was going to vomit. "I think I'm going to puke," I said.
"Oh God," I heard Alice say nervously. I'm sure she was looking for the nearest exit. I felt strong hands on me, and I opened my eyes. "I don't fucking think so," she spat. Edward had stood me up and wrapped my arm around his shoulder, supporting my weight. Alice shot daggers at him, and he returned a glare of his own. What could she do, though? I was about to toss my cookies everywhere.
"It's ok, Alice," I said waiving her off. "I just need to get outside."
I leaned into Edward as we walked. He smelled like soap and after shave, with a hint of cigarette smoke. I breathed him in deeply. Alice and Jasper followed us as we made our way out the door. The night's cool air hit me and felt good on my face. It actually made me feel a little better, so I closed my eyes and let Edward guide me. "I can take her back to the hotel if you all want to stay," Edward said to Jasper.
Alice laughed, "I don't think so."
"Fucking fine then munchkin; let her puke in Jazz's truck," he snapped at Alice.
"Babe, she'll be fine with Edward," Jasper said, defending him and his truck before she got the chance to say anything back. "He'll take care of her, I'm sure."
About that time, I got a whiff of the Mexican restaurant a few buildings over and it sent my stomach rolling. "Oh God," I groaned and covered my mouth with my hand. Edward quickly pulled me over to the bushes a few feet away. Just in time, too. I barely leaned over before I projectile vomited all over the ugly green bushes. He muttered something like "Jesus," as he pulled my long hair out of the line of fire and held it, while I continued to paint the bushes a lovely shade of ocher. After the entire contents of my stomach were on display, I straightened up, blushing and embarrassed. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and hid my face in my hands, shaking my head. I am such an ass.
"It's ok," Edward said smiling, as he pulled my hands down from my face, "We've all been there before. Fuck, Rose was there last week." I smiled, thinking about Rosalie puking her guts up all over her long blonde hair.
"Bella, are you alright?" Alice asked, walking over to me and stroking a few strands of my sweaty hair. If looks could kill, Edward would be dead from the one Alice was giving him.
"I'm fine," I rolled my eyes. I always felt a shit ton better and much more sober after I threw up. "I think I just want to go back to the hotel."
She nodded, "Let us just tell Em that were leaving."
I bit my lip, "Well, actually, I can just ride with Edward." I turned to look at him, "If it's still ok?" I said but I more or less asked considering he knew what I had eaten today without me telling him.
"Yeah, of course, that's fine." He shrugged. Alice gave him another pointed look. What was her deal with him?
She exchanged a look with Jasper but finally relented. "I'll see you tomorrow morning Bells," she said, giving me a weak smile. Her attitude completely changed when she spoke to Edward though. "Look here, Cullen," she said pointing her manicured finger at him, "Anything happens to Bella and it's your dick." He held his hands up in surrender and when she and Jasper turned their backs to us, he flipped her off. If she wasn't so awful to him, I might be offended by the way he was treating my best friend until she said "I know what you're doing, asshole." My bitch could hold her own.
He turned to look at me with a smug look on his face from successfully pissing off Alice. "Do you want some help getting to the car?" he asked.
"I think I can manage." I wanted to be touching him and breathing in his scent, but I had sobered up considerably after the cold air and my date with the bushes. Plus, I didn't want to play the damsel in distress card unless I had to. I wanted to be touched on my own terms, not because I was going to fall. I walked slowly behind him, staggering slightly. We stopped in front of a really hot looking red Jeep Rubicon with its top down. "Is this yours?" I asked, giving a half ass point in its direction.
"No, it's Emmett's. He left it at the hotel and took a taxi. I'm pretty sure they're planning on getting as hammered as you," he chuckled.
I was going to protest and tell him that I was starting to sober up after my little show I put on in the shrubs, but I noticed something wet between my toes. I put one hand on the side of the jeep and brought my foot up to inspect what it was. I had puked on my fucking feet. Jesus Christ. Why don't I just piss my pants and be over with this night. I couldn't get into Emmett's Jeep with vomit covered feet. I would have to stay here with Alice or get a taxi back to the hotel.
"Edward?" I looked up and was surprised to see him still standing in front of me looking at my feet. My face burned red.
"You puked on your feet?" he asked.
"Yeah," I looked down at my feet but then decided to look at his instead because they were much cleaner than mine. "I'll just…"
"Hold on a sex…sec…I meant sec." He looked at me, and then it was his turn to have a red face. He opened up the door and reached underneath the front seat. He came back with a bottle of water and a Wal-Mart bag. "Here put your shoes in this." He handed me the bag, and I obeyed. He unscrewed the top off the water. "I'll just pour this on your feet," he laughed. I wiggled my nasty toes at him, and he poured the bottle of water over them till they were clean. "Alright!" he said victoriously. I couldn't help but laugh. "Now Rose can't open her big fucking mouth and say it smells like puke in the Jeep." Ugh, I had forgotten about her. I bet she was in there laughing it up at my expense. She seemed like that type of girl for some reason. "Ready?" I nodded and he helped me climb up in the Jeep. It had a lift kit on it and reminded me too much of trying to get on the bull, so I held onto Edwards shoulder for support as I climbed up.
I closed my eyes as he drove, letting the cool night's air blow on my face and through my hair. I was still slightly embarrassed about the whole situation, but it was fading fast. Edward made me comfortable for some reason, like he wouldn't judge me or hold things against me. I was going over the events of the last few hours in my mind. What made him decide to come to the bar? And why did he offer to take me back to the hotel? I opened my eyes as we came to a stop. He was pulling into Dairy Queen? "You hungry?" he asked. Before I could answer him, he went on "I'm starving and you should probably eat too. What do you want?"
My stomach was raw as hell, but I figured a Blizzard couldn't make it feel any worse. I cleared my throat; it was scratchy and burned. "I'll take an Oreo Blizzard." I dug into my pockets pulling out money.
"That's it?" he asked. "You probably should eat actual food, Bella." I stared at him, feeling somewhere between flattered and pissed off at being treated like a five year old. He pulled his lips into that sexy half grin "Please," he said. Well fuck me, he won.
"Chicken box too, I guess." Sexy bastard.
Even though I repeatedly insisted that I had money, he paid, waving me off. We ate on the way back to the hotel. Well, he ate; I mostly just watched the wind tease his hair and picked at my food to humor him, and believe me, if he wasn't so damn hot, I wouldn't be humoring him. He flipped through the radio stations as he drove. "I love this song," he said and turned it up.
I looked at him completely dumbfounded, and yes, I just used that word. "Oh my God!" I said to him, mouth completely hanging open "Are you after my heart or something?" Yea…still a little drunk but sober enough to know what I just said, but it was in a completely innocent context. He was just nice to look at was all. "Weezer is my all time favorite band," I said to him as Say It Ain't So was currently playing on the radio.
"Yeah?" he smiled. "Say it ain't so," he joked, making a play on words.
We pulled up to the hotel, and he helped me out of the Jeep. I walked to my room, and he followed silently behind me. When we reached my door, I had to dig around in all my pockets before I could locate my keycard. It was hard to get my hands in jeans that were so tight. I was fairly sober by now, but I still tried five times and couldn't get the green light to come on. Edward held his hand out for the card, and I grudgingly gave it to him. He slid it in once and opened the door. When he handed it back to me our hands touched. It wasn't the first time that we had touched, but this time there was an odd spark when our skin met, almost like a tingling sensation. I silently gasped at the peculiar contact and looked up to meet those intensely green eyes staring at me. We stared at each other a moment longer before he broke the silence. "Well, I guess you can take it from here?"
Ok, Swan. Here is your chance. Don't chicken shit out on it now. Invite him in. "Um…actually, Edward…it's not even ten yet, if you'd like to come in and hang out, or whatever." I couldn't even bring myself to try and flirt; the man had just held my hair while I vomited less than an hour ago, so I was just hoping he was bored and didn't want to turn in so early on a Saturday night.
He looked at me like he was contemplating the situation. "Sure," he said and opened the door for me.
I stepped inside of the dark room and tripped over my bag I had left in the middle of the floor. Before I had a chance to hit the ground or even say "fuck", Edward grabbed me and spun me around holding onto my wrists. We were so close, I could feel his breath against my face. The light that was filtering in from the hallway slightly illuminated the room, which made him appear even sexier than before. "Thanks," I said biting my lip. "Uh…I'll just go brush my teeth and change clothes." He nodded and released my wrists. I grabbed my bag that I was now pissed off at for tripping me twice and flipped on the bathroom light.
I looked at myself in the mirror and laughed. I looked like hell warmed over. My cheeks were red and my mascara smudged, giving me the appearance of a cracked out raccoon. I had what I like to refer to as 'just fucked hair'. Only problem was there was no fucking involved in making my hair appear this way. At least Edward and I had matching hairstyles this evening. I grabbed my comb and tried to make it cooperate, but where Alice had curled it before we left, combing it out only made it puff up. I sighed, grabbing a hair band and putting it up into a pony tail. Now I had the matching raccoon tail, minus the rings. I splashed some water on my face, and tried to rub off some of the smudged make up. I sighed again and brushed my teeth. It would have to do, I guess. There was no changing the way I looked now. I changed into a pair of gray boy shorts and a white tank top.
I walked back out into the bedroom, but Edward wasn't there. Shit. I shook my head; I was hoping he would stay, but I would run too if I were him. "I'm out here," he called from the balcony. Huh…it didn't even occur to me that I had a balcony. I made my way over to him and saw that he was leaning against the railing, staring out into the night. God, he is so hot. I stopped at the bed and looked at him for a second. His back was to me, and I got a nice view of his ass. I watched as the breeze rustled his hair. I wanted to put my hands in it and pull. He straightened up and ran his hands through it, and I'm pretty sure I moaned because he turned around and raised an eyebrow at me. He had a cigarette in his hand and he took a long drag off of it. Oh, to be that cigarette. I bit my lip. "Want one?" he asked, as he picked the pack of Marlboros up off the table.
I didn't normally smoke, but sometimes I did when I drank…or when hot-ass guys offered them to me. I stepped out on the porch and took one from the pack. He fished a lighter out of his pocket and lit it for me, which seemed more sexual to me than it really was. I inhaled the smoke, and it burned like fire. It always did the first few puffs, though, since I didn't smoke often. Despite my efforts to look cool, I choked-slash-coughed anyways. He took another puff off his cigarette and tried to hide his smile at my shitty attempt at smoking.
"Soooo," he said, flicking his cigarette over the balcony and turning to look at me. His eyes flickered down to my bare legs. "Fuck, Bella," he walked over to me and knelt down between my thighs. My breath caught in my throat. He lightly touched the skin beside my knee, and my breath hitched. Good thing I wasn't wearing underwear, I guess. I probably would have had to change them. "Sorry," he mumbled, apparently just noticing that he was touching my leg and it was a few inches away from the Promised Land. He dropped his hand but stayed kneeling on the floor. "You hit harder than I thought when you fell. Does it hurt?" he asked. I looked down at where he had been touching my leg. There was an angry looking, fist sized purple and yellow bruise on my knee…and here I thought he had just wanted to touch my leg.
He looked up at me, and I thought back to how I had gotten the bruise. What was I doing? Oh yes, talking to myself in the mirror and pulling an imaginary gun out of my pants, while I tripped over my fucking bag. I blushed, remembering that I was talking to "Edward" in the mirror when I fell. "Uh…it doesn't hurt, really. I actually did that earlier today," I said, still blushing. He stood up. "I'm accident prone," I shrugged and flicked my cigarette aiming for over the balcony but, instead, it hit Edward's leg. He tried to jump out of the way but wasn't fast enough. "I'm so sorry. See, I told you I'm accident prone." He just laughed and stepped on the burning cigarette to put it out.
"I can see that," he said, shaking his head. He took a step closer to me and stared with those deep green eyes. The look he was giving me was seriously making my love jungle a little humid. First off, I was almost completely sober, and I could spot that it was definitely a lustful expression. Even if I was drunk, I would have known what that looked like. I hadn't seen one in a while, but that was beside the point. Second of all, if I did misconstrue his body language, I could always blame it on whatever alcohol was left in my system. It was a sexy as fuck look, though, that's for sure, but there was something else to it. Maybe apprehension or nervousness? It was hard for me to fathom how someone who rode a bull for a living could be nervous around me.
I stared back at him with hooded eyes. I bit my lip because guys seemed to enjoy that and he licked his. I don't know if it was the look of his tongue coming over top his bottom lip, or the thought of it on mine, but I came undone. I threw myself at him and smashed my lips hard into his. He stiffened for a moment, and I almost pulled away, thinking I had misunderstood him, but he relaxed and started kissing me back, hard. He fisted my hair in his hands pulling me closer to him. His tongue came out and traced my bottom lip, and I know that I moaned into his mouth like the whore that I am before I opened it for him. I ran my fingers through his hair before grabbing a handful and pulling him closer to me. he left one hand in my hair, kneading the back of my scalp, and the other he brought down to my hip. I pushed into him further, and I could feel his cock straining through his jeans, so I ground myself into him.
"Fuck, Bella," he hissed. He no longer let me lead. He pushed me up against the wall, pinning me against him and deepening our kiss. He pushed his tongue roughly inside my mouth. God the things I wanted this tongue to do. I fisted his hair as I pushed my tongue against his. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, and he groaned. I thought it was hot in the love jungle before, but one more groan like that was going to cause a monsoon. He picked me up and wrapped my legs around him, pushing his cock against my storm cloud. I moaned from the friction, and he palmed my ass. I brought one of my hands down to the small of his back and ran it underneath his shirt. His back was smooth and tight and slightly damp from the intensity of our sudden make out session. He ground himself harder into me, and another low whore moan came from my chest. His rough hand came up to my face, cupping my cheek. He took my bottom lip in his mouth and nibbled. The sounds that I was making were truly embarrassing. I hadn't made noises like this in…well, ever. He left tingling trails with his fingers and he slid them down from my cheek, across my neck, and over my nipples. My breath hitched. Yeah, that was definitely the spot that got me into trouble. He cupped my breast and lightly squeezed as he continued kissing me, but since the only barrier between his rough hands and my bare breasts was a thin layer of cotton, it was driving me crazier and making it rain in the jungle.
I had to make a decision and quick. If he touched me like this for much longer, I would be lost to a man I had only met a few hours earlier. Did I really want the reputation of being a buckle bunny? What would Jasper and Emmett think if Edward told them? He moved his mouth down the side of my neck, sucking and licking as he went. I was starting to think maybe this hadn't been one of my smartest moments when it came to my morals until Edward rolled my hard nipple between his finger and thumb, and I involuntarily ground myself against him. Oh, fuck it! Both my hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged. We stopped kissing just long enough so I could pull his t-shirt over his head, all the while my legs were still wrapped around him. I discarded it somewhere on the balcony. His eyes were hooded and dark. "Do you want to go inside?" he asked me in a husky voice. I nodded and he smashed his lips into mine and once again forced his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he grabbed my ass with both his hands and carried me into the hotel room.
We fell roughly to the bed. I don't know how we managed, but our mouths never parted. His entire weight was on top of me, pinning me to the mattress and making it difficult to breathe. He must have realized this because he mumbled sorry against my lips and repositioned himself, supporting his weight on one of his arms. He started back down my neck again with his lips, nipping and licking and trailed down to my collar bone. His hand came back up to my breast and rolled my nipple causing me to involuntarily arch my back and press myself against him further. I closed my eyes, and my breathing hitched. I'm pretty sure I felt the smug bastard smile against my skin.
He brought his hand down to my stomach and played with the hem of my shirt for a second. He traced his fingers on my stomach as he kissed and bit my shoulder. I rubbed his bare back, not having the space between us to really do much else. His fingers slowly inched underneath my shirt burning a trail as they went. When he reached my ribs he stopped and looked at me. "I can stop anytime you want me to," he said and chastely kissed my lips.
I raised an eye at him. I know he was trying to be nice and not pressure me, but no way was he going to get me this hot and bothered without finishing the job. "No, you can't," I said back to him, and I lowered my hands to the edge of his jeans, putting my thumbs under the hem. His eyes widened and darkened before that fucking sexy ass half grin spread across his face again. His thumb lightly stroked the bottom of my breast before his hand shot up and covered it, his fingers grazing my nipple as he did. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he moaned into my mouth, and I felt lighting flash in the love jungle. He took his hand off my boob and sat up. I pouted from the lack of contact until I saw that he was unbuttoning his pants. As he stood up to kick off his jeans, I quickly ripped off my top and threw it, looking up just in time to see his pants drop and his bird set free from the cage of his pants. Before he dropped his boxer briefs, he looked up into my eyes and then down to my now bare chest and stomach.
"Jesus fuck, Bella," he said, closing his eyes. He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over me, both hands on either side of my head. "You and your fucking tits are beautiful," he said. I tried to hide my smile by biting my lip. I couldn't help but blush. Even if this was some crazy 'hit it and quit it' thing, I would accept his weird compliments. He moved down to my breasts and stared at them for a moment before he lightly kissed my nipple. He moved to the next one, and I smiled thinking he would treat them with equal attention. Instead of the chaste kiss I had expected, he sucked my nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue across, causing me to practically cum right then. I could be the first women in history (well, my history) to have an orgasm from nipple sucking. If anyone knew how sexy the man sucking on my nipple was, they would understand.
Once again, he sat back on his knees and looked at me. I moved my eyes from his down to his underwear. My fingers were itching to rip the fabric away and see what lay underneath. He apparently knew what I wanted because he stood and dropped his underwear. His cock sprang out of his underwear and smacked his stomach. My eyes got huge. "Holy fucking shit," I said to him. I was suddenly overcome with fear. There was no way that was going to fit. It was going to be like King Arthur and that damn sword in the stone. It may get in, but that shit would surely get stuck and not come out.
"What!" he said, suddenly worried and looking down. He furrowed his brows and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Edward…there is no way, that," I said motioning towards his dick, "is going to fit!"
"Uhh…" he looked at me quizzically. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," I laughed. "My snatch does not go all the way into my stomach!"
"Bella," he shook his head. "It will fit. Believe me." Believe him? I thought about how he would know and how many times he had probably experienced it fitting, which made me get a funny feeling in my chest. I mentally smacked myself for even thinking about all the buckle bunnies he had probably fucked. Here and now, Bella. Think about the here and now. I nodded and looked down again. I swear to God, his father must have been a horse because that had to be the biggest cock I had ever seen. "If it hurts at all, I'll stop, Ok?" he assured. I nodded, and he came back down on top of me kissing my lips and making a trail back down to my chest. He took each nipple in his mouth before he licked down to my stomach at the elastic waist of my shorts. He hooked his thumbs in first and then slid his fingers underneath the elastic. I bit my lip, waiting for him to just go ahead and take them off, but I suddenly heard music. He acted like he didn't hear it, but I definitely could hear it coming from somewhere. It was a Garth Brooks song I had heard before. Rodeo, I think it was called. His other hand came up and brushed across my nipple. I sucked air in sharply and forgot about the music.
A few seconds later it started again. "Mother Fucker!" he said and abruptly pulled away. He grabbed his pants and dug into his pockets for his phone. "What Jazz!" he spat into the phone. "When? Fuck! Thanks!" he said and threw his phone on the bed. He grabbed his boxers and quickly pulled them on.
"What's going on?" I asked, worried but pissed he was putting his clothes back on.
"Smurfette is on her way up to check on you," he said pulling on his jeans and looking for his shoes. I didn't even remember him taking them off.
"When?" I asked, hopping off the bed and trying to find my shirt.
"Right now!" He pulled his shoes out from under the bed and spun around, grabbing his phone and shoving it in his pocket. He didn't even bother putting on his shoes or finding his shirt. He hurried over to me and smashed his lips into mine. He raised his eyes at mine. "To be continued," he smirked. "I'll get your number from Jazz and call you." He crossed the room in three strides and was gone out the door before I could say anything. He left me standing in my room alone, topless, and horny as hell.
Not even a minute later, Alice knocked on my door. I slide my shirt back on and fixed my pony tail, which had become a tangled mess from my almost fuck. I quickly reassured her that I was fine and that I would meet her at nine tomorrow morning for our flight back to Seattle. I just hoped she would enjoy the orgasms she received and gave tonight. I didn't even bother touching myself after she left. It wouldn't be the same if I did it, so I just sat my alarm and laid in bed thinking about what had just happened. I had just had the hottest make out session ever with Edward stallion-sized-cock Cullen, and he said we would do it again. He also said he would call me. Whether he meant what he said or not, I wanted to believe that he would because I was definitely looking forward to seeing both of them again.
Like I told the peeps at Twilighted, I actually stayed in The Cody Hotel in Wyoming on my road trip to Forks. The depressing ass Indian picture was in fact there. Next update probably a week or so ;)
Let me know what you think. I'm a little scared though since I'm popping my fanfic publishing cherry!
Also, if you haven't seen Colt Ford's video for Chicken and Biscuits, youtube it. It's borderline funny/disgusting bahahaha.