"That was freaking awesome!" Emmett bellowed, waving his hat around in the air like a goof.

The game had been fun, I had to admit. It was exciting watching Edward up close. Being there, on the ice, I could see his intensity and the love he had for what he did. He was graceful and talented and pretty bad ass.

It was so freaking hot.

"You think they'll let us go in the locker rooms?"

I just rolled my eyes. Emmett just would not let up. If being around him at a hockey game was anything like having kids, I was getting neutered. Or spayed, or whatever it was. I was sewing it up.

"Can you calm your ass down? You're embarrassing me, man."

He bounced on his toes and grinned down at me, unfazed by my annoyance. He was such a big child, and I felt like a bitch for grouching out at him.

I was distracted, though. There were several dozen big-tittied girls crowding my man, and I needed to keep track of their hands.

There were some grabby ones.

"He's a fucking God. Do you see that, Bella. A God."

I huffed. "Yeah, totally God-y. Does this go on all night, or what? I mean, he's sweaty! He hates being all sweaty. He probably wants to go take a shower and stuff. God, they are so damn rude!"

He chuckled and wrapped his big meaty arm around my shoulder. "Don't get jealous, little one. He only has eyes for you. He's just being a good sport."

It didn't make it easier. I was a jealous girl. Never had been, but that was before Edward. He was certainly someone to get jealous over. I just had an overflowing bucket of love for the guy. Loads and loads of love.

Just then, he made eye contact for me, and all doubt was gone. That smile was all for me, and God was it gorgeous.

"He's so hot," a girl standing next to me leaned in and whispered. "My friend Jackie met him a few months ago, and he signed her shirt; right over her boobs!"

I ground my teeth together and blew a long, heavy breath out of my nose. "How nice," I grunted.

"I know, right?"

I wanted to deck her. She was about my size, but slim. Blonde and elfin features. She looked like a cheerleader, and I wondered if she was. She was wearing a Twilight jersey with Edward's number on the back over a pair of those tight stretchy pants and I hated her guts. I was his girlfriend, so what the hell was she thinking wearing his number?

I looked down at what I was wearing. A plain pair of jeans, sneakers and a red hoodie. I wasn't even wearing the team's colors. I was the worst girlfriend ever, apparently, and I was letting these trollops get one over on me.

Unacceptable.

"So, I'm totally going to pass him my number when I get up there to get my puck signed. I totally know where he hangs out, and I know we'll end up hooking up."

Oh, brother. She was dead and she had no idea her lips were signing her death sentence.

"He's taken, honey, so I wouldn't get my wigwam all cozy, if you know what I mean."

She gasped. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I know, I know. You're totally bummed, but if it makes the blow any easier, he's totally hung like an elephant."

She looked like she wanted to get crazy, and I was close to taking the position and holding up my dukes. Bring it, bitch.

"Totally. It takes me hours, and I mean hours, to work his cock. I have to sleep with head gear now due to the lockjaw. And I'm just getting used to walking with the limp. The first month we were fucking, I was using a walker."

She huffed and walked away and I could do nothing but laugh.

Emmett nudged me with his elbow. "You're just wrong, Bella." He laughed. "At least you didn't tell her he had a small dick. I would have had to intervene."

I laughed. "What do you know about his dick? Think about that much, Emmett?"

His ears reddened and he shook his head. "What is the matter with you? Jeez."

I looked up at Edward and he waved us over. I almost felt bad for saying those things to that girl, until I saw her snaking her way to the front of the line.

Hooker.

He reached out for me as we approached, and handed over the magazine he'd been signing so he could wrap his arms around me.

I squealed as he lifted me off my feet and twirled me around. I could feel his adrenaline pumping through him from the excitement. I smiled so hard my cheeks burned.

"You're my good luck charm, baby! We won!"

He kept his arms around my waist, leaving my legs to dangle. His face was flush, and his smile was huge. I could see so much happiness in his eyes and I was so grateful he'd asked me to be a part of it.

"You were awesome," I told him. "I love it when you kick ass."

He laughed and then kisses me before twirling me around again. All I could think about was getting him home and naked and putting some of that enthusiasm to good use.

"Cullen!" Someone from the crowd yelled. "Is that your girlfriend?

I ducked my head into his shoulder and giggled. I wasn't embarrassed, but it was suddenly weird to be making out with him in front of a bunch of people… and people with cameras, at that.

"Come on, Cullen! Introduce us to your girl!"

"She must be why he's been playing so well! Crazy Cullen's in love!"

"Does this mean you're off the market?"

"What's her name, Edward?"

They were coming from all directions, and I was dizzy with all the voices. They started closing in on us, so he shifted me on his hip like a little kid and faced them.

"You're all right. She's my good luck charm. She's the girl of my dreams, and I'm madly in love."

I watched the faces of the slew of girls waiting to get their boobs signed, and smiled triumphantly. Sure, it was probably the cheesiest thing I'd ever heard, but when it related to me, and coming from him, it was also the most romantic, sweet thing I'd ever heard in my life.

And I sooo wanted to ride him like a rabid Shih Tzu. For hours.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his ear. "I fucking love you so much."

He squeezed me tighter and I could hear the low groan come from deep in his chest. It was another one of those moments I would never forget.

"Can you carry me around like this all the time?" I teased.

He laughed, set me down on my feet and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'll only be about thirty minutes, and then you're all mine."

Goosebumps exploded on my skin. I nodded, stumbled back a bit and just stared at him as he walked back into the locker room, smirking.

~SS~

I woke up to Edward's warm fingers running back and forth across my stomach. It tickled, but in that awesome way where it wasn't annoying, but arousing.

I honestly could barely move. We hadn't gone to sleep until well after three in the morning after he fucked my brains out for hours.

I was in no way complaining. It was more than amazing, but I was surprised he was awake, much less trying to hump me.

"You're a real horny bastard, you know that," I mumbled, pushing my ass back against him.

He chuckled, and began kissing my neck and moving his hand further down, teasing me with his fingers.

"I can't get enough."

I moaned when I felt him against my ass cheeks, knowing exactly how he felt. So what? I couldn't walk. Walking was over-rated anyway. All I ever wanted to do was screw Edward all day and all night, and if he wanted to do it standing up, he'd just have to hold me. There was no reason for legs in my future.

"Obviously," I laughed. "I think I unleashed a monster. What happened to that sweet, gentleman that was afraid of watering my plants?"

He reached between us and pushed his cock inside of me. The way he filled me, touched me, loved me, was like a fucking Atom bomb. I felt it everywhere. Inside and out.

"I love you, Bella," he whispered against the back of my neck. "All I want to do is love you. In every way, I want to show you how much I love you."

I shuddered.

"I want to ask you something, and I don't want you to freak out or act weird."

Even though he couldn't see my face, and thank God for that, I scrunched my eyebrows and frowned. What the hell kind of dirty talk was that?

"Can we leave conversation for later? I can't think when I'm full of your dick! Jesus," I panted.

He bucked into me, hard and fast, pulling my leg over his hip so he could hit me deeper. Harder.

"I want you to be here. All the time. I want you here when I wake up, so I can make love to you before I start my day, and I want to fuck you before I fall asleep. Every day. I need you with me."

He thrust into me faster, his rhythm becoming more rushed and urgent. I was dizzy. His words were slamming against my brain like a freight train.

He wanted me. Needed me.

I wasn't sure what to think. I couldn't. Was it too soon? Who the hell knew? I sure as hell didn't know, and it wasn't like I could confer with someone who would while I was in a sex coma. Did I want to live with him? Yes. I knew I did. Even if it meant I was a needy weirdo, I wanted the same things. I'd wanted them before I'd even stepped foot in his house. All I knew was that I wanted him. All the time.

Forever.

"Yes, yes," I cried. "Fuck, please…"

I was at the point where all the blood was ready to find shelter below, but I was clear enough to know I was giving him the answer he wanted, no matter how incoherent it was.

He tipped my head back and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth, rubbing mine with his, slowly, in complete contrast to what he was doing to the lower part of me.

We were doing this. I was moving in.

With him.

"I'm gonna… I'm…" He grunted, and then snapping his hips against my backside twice, he came, harder and so fucking beautifully, I wanted to cry.

There was nothing more spectacular than his face when he lost it.

He fell back against the mattress, taking me with him, my back to his chest. We were both breathing like a couple of chain smokers, but damn, it was a beautiful feeling. I could see the sun peeking through the crack in the blinds, and lifted my head to check on the time.

"Call in sick," he grumbled. "I have to leave tonight, and I want you here all day. We'll go get all your stuff from your apartment."

I let out a small laugh. "In a hurry?"

He flipped me over so I was facing him. "Yeah, I am. I want to make sure you're all settled in by the time I get back on Thursday—before we go to Chicago."

Chicago.

I was so nervous about meeting his family. What if they thought I was a freak? What if his mom didn't like me? I remember this boyfriend my mom had once, and his mother hated Renee. She'd come to dinner and the next day, Mark broke up with my mom. She told me that day, at the tender age of ten, that whatever I did in life, I always had to make a good impression on parents.

Looking back, I was pretty sure Mrs. Johnson could smell the desperation on my mother. Mark was filthy rich, and my mom saw a nice cushy life with that guy. He was nice, don't get me wrong, but I think his mother could tell that my mom was nothing but trouble. In a tattered wicker basket with bows.

I pushed his hair away from his face and smiled. "This is all super crazy."

He sighed. "Are you having second thoughts now? Don't over think it. Please, Bella. I'm out of town a lot during the season. I'd feel better knowing you were here. I want you here when I'm home. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about it, so if you're not sure, we'll wait. I won't force you."

I pressed my face against the pillow and groaned. "I want to, believe me. I'm just sort of dizzy with all of it. What about your mom? She's going to think I'm… I don't even know." I laughed at my ignorance and slammed my eyes shut.

I was so bad at being a girlfriend.

"My mom knows I love you. She knows you make me happy. That's all she cares about, Bella. Just relax."

Another thought occurred to me. "I need to call my mom. She's supposed to be here, and I don't know how she's going to handle this."

He leaned over and kissed me, and then jumped out of bed. "Call your mom and handle that… whatever you have to do. I'm going to fix us something to eat, but I don't want you to leave this bed."

I heard nothing. I saw everything.

"Screw food. Get back in this bed."

Two hours later, I'd called in sick for work, explained the new situation to Rosalie, and Edward and I spent the rest of the day in bed.

Rosalie was excited, but curious about me moving in with Edward. Of course she just wanted me to think it through. She knew how I could get, and she was worried it was going to be a disaster if I was unsure in any way. I wasn't. I was fully ready to just go for it. For the first time in my life, I knew exactly what I wanted.

Later in the afternoon, I decided to get up and make us something to eat, and do some laundry. We'd dirtied up his bedding pretty good, and I'd managed to leave half my wardrobe on his bedroom floor. He'd fallen asleep on the couch, resting up for his game, so I thought it'd be a sweet thing to do for him while he slept.

I stripped the bed, and then stripped myself, throwing in a load before heading into the kitchen. There were only a few things I could make, so I decided on pasta.

I put the noodles on the stove to boil, and went back into the laundry room to switch the loads of laundry. I was having a good time being domestic. I was in such a good mood, had some music going, and walking around his house in my panties and bra felt so… homey. I couldn't contain my smile, or stop my hips from shaking.

That was until I came out of the laundry room and found Edward and another man standing in the kitchen, smiling and staring at me.

I screamed, and backed myself into the laundry room, slamming the door. I could hear them laughing and I just wanted to die.

"Why didn't you tell me someone was here? Jesus!" I screamed. I wanted to kill him!

"How was I supposed to know you didn't have clothes on?"

I rolled my eyes. How indeed. But he was asleep, and we were alone… I wasn't expecting any damn company.

"What am I supposed to do?"

I was whining. I was embarrassed and I just wanted to cry.

I could hear Edward asking the guy to wait for him in the other room, and then he was knocking on the door.

"Let me in, sweetheart. He's in the other room."

I pulled the door open, holding a towel up in front of me.

He was smiling, so sweet and understanding. "I'm so sorry," he said, pulling me in his arms. "God, you're so cute."

I whined against his chest. "I'm in my underwear! My ugly underwear, at that!"

"I like your ugly underwear. I could get used to you doing housework dressed like this."

I smiled. Pervert.

"I was doing nice things. I wanted to wash the linens from the bed, and wear clean clothes today. I feel stupid. Who is that?"

He rubbed his hand up and down my back and chuckled. "That's Sam. He's on the team with me, and he came by to give me a ride tonight. I wanted you to have my truck in case you needed to go to your apartment or something."

I stepped back and shook my head. "For the hundredth millionth time. I can NOT drive that damn truck. I could have Rosalie come get me, or call a cab. Ugh…" I groaned. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He grabbed my face and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "We need to figure out some transportation for you."

I turned around, and rolled my eyes. "I've been saving for one, but honestly, I haven't really had a use for one. I can walk to work, and whenever I go somewhere, Rosalie usually takes me. I'll get one in a month or two."

I felt his hands on my shoulders. "I'm not trying to boss you around. You know that, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I know. Just… I can't drive that freaking crazy truck. Don't worry so much. I'm a big girl, remember? I can manage. I always do."

"Hey," he said softly. "Look at me."

I turned around and looked up at him. "You don't have to worry about Sam. He won't make it weird at all. If it makes you feel better, he said I'm a lucky bastard."

He smirked, and the way his eyes lit up made me smile. It felt good that he was proud of me, even in my ugly end of the week underwear.

"Can you go get me a t-shirt and some sweats or something to wear? I threw my clothes in the washer."

He nodded, and walked us backward until I was pressed up against the washing machine. His eyes had that look, and I could definitely feel that he had other things in mind.

"No way," I said, shaking my head. "There are guests in your house. There is no way we're going there right now. He already thinks I'm some low budget French maid."

His hands slid down my sides, and he reached around to grab my ass. "I should probably work off some of this aggression before my game. I will probably play better if you work it out of me"

I could feel my legs start to wobble, and it was near impossible to tell him no. But I did.

"Nice try, hockey boy. You need to have all that aggression for the game. Save it for later."

"You're moving in tomorrow, right?"

I nodded. "Yup. I'm moving in."

He kissed me hard, hands still on my ass and his hard-on still stabbing me in the hip bone. I was going to have to quit my job just to keep up with his sexual appetite. I was worn out, and I wanted to laugh at the girl that was dying and begging for it only weeks before. The boy was out of control.

Again, no complaints.

"Go get me clothes. I want to at least meet him so he doesn't think I'm a freak or something."

"Love you," he said, kissing me softly one more time. "I'll be right back."

I waited until he returned with my clothes, threw them on quickly, and then followed him into the other room where Sam was waiting.

He was really handsome, almost as big as Edward, and had the sweetest, friendliest smile ever. I was still sort of embarrassed, so I hung behind Edward until he introduced us.

"Sam, this is my Bella. Bella, this is my friend, Sam."

He stood and held his hand out for me to take. "It's nice to finally meet you, Bella. This guy has done nothing but talk about you for… shit, a long time."

He laughed and shook my hand, and the laugher filled the room. I liked him, instantly, and I was so grateful he wasn't going to make things weird after seeing my butt.

"Glad to meet you, too. Edward told me a lot about you and your wife, too. He said we were going to go to dinner with you guys when the season was over."

He smiled. "Yeah, he's been kind of stingy about you. My wife, Emily, really wants to meet you."

I smiled up at Edward, and he reached down to grab my hand. "You'll like Emily. She's really sweet."

"I'd like that."

"Well, we better get going. We hit the ice in a couple hours, and you know how coach gets."

"I'll grab my things," Edward said. "Bella, come with me?"

"Okay." I smiled at Sam. "I'm glad I got to meet you, and I apologize for earlier…"

He waved his hand around and smiled. "Nah, no sweat. You youngsters are in love. I'm just glad this clown managed to find a good looking chick. It would have been awkward if I had to cover my eyes."

I gasped, and then laughed. Sam was all right.

"Watch it, asshole," Edward said, laughing.

"See you soon, Bella."

I waved back at him. "Good luck tonight."

I followed Edward to his room, and stood in the doorway while he gathered his things.

"You've got your pass, right?"

I nodded. "Yes, and Emmett's. We'll be there."

He swung his bag over his shoulder and stood in front of me. "You make me so fucking happy. This is right, baby. This is where you belong."

I wanted to cry. HE always had the most perfect things to say.

"Kick some ass, but be careful because I love you."

He smiled. "I love you, too."


End Note:

Okay, so I had a huge ranty, ragey author note, but I took a couple days to simmer the hell down, and I have a much nicer rant now.

I wanted to clear the air, so to speak.

I am not leaving the fandom. (I still have two WIP'S going!)

I am not ashamed of the fact that I write Twilight Fanfiction.

I did not delete my twitter because I'm working on Original works. (I don't even have anything published yet!)

I've had several people wondering, and several send me IM's questioning the above.

So, I asked these people, "When was the last time you had any interaction with me on Twitter."

Exactly. So why should it matter that I deleted it.

I have a personal twitter, and I use that more often. I have friends and family members on there, and I use it most often. Having two is a pain in the ass. Sue me.

Plus, I'm pretty much sick and tired of the fighting that goes on. The underhanded comments, the bitchyness, the bully shit… I'm not down with it. I hate it. I don't like it.

Every time I log in, there is some new drama, and since it doesn't involve me, I click right out, so what's the use?

I've been around a long time. 2008, I started reading my first fic, and started writing my first fic in 2009. It's been a wonderful experience where I've met wonderful people, enjoyed amazing stories, found the heart to write again after several years of hiding it away, and found this insanely incredible second family of women and men that I've grown to adore. In short, it's been one of the greatest things I've ever encountered.

But, as things do, things have changed. There is a lot more animosity going on, and in some ways, I get it. However, I'm not causing drama, I'm not trying to make waves or follow the leader. I'm just trying to have fun, write some fun stories, talk to great people, and read the work of writers I enjoy.

Isn't that what we're really here to do?

I decided to reactivate my twitter because I don't want anyone offended, or thinking I unfollowed them or whatever. Maybe I'll try twitter again sometime, but as I said, I'm just not a good twitter-er.

I'm on facebook, that's where I hang out the most. If ya care.

So, if I haven't pissed you completely off, I'll see you next chapter.

Thank you, as always, for reading. You readers mean the world to me. Always have, always will.

Much love,

Jami