Ch 10: Never Drinking Again

Bella.

Rolling on my back, I stretched and yawned. I heard voices speaking low somewhere behind me. My head felt like it was going to explode, heavy and under a lot of pressure.

“What were you fucking thinking, Eddie?” I recognized Emmett’s voice. He was aggravated about something. I cracked my eyelids and froze.

“She’s awake.” I heard someone say in barely a whisper.

Then it hit me. Flashes, of sitting on the stairs and more of me on my hands and knees puking in the hallway, shot through my head. Holy shit, my head hurt. I squeezed my eyes shut. Could this get any worse?

Opening my eyes again, I bolted upright. I wasn’t at Emmett’s. That wasn’t the worst of it. I was fucking naked! The large black towel that had been covering me had fallen to my lap when I sat up. Snatching the towel up to cover myself, I pulled my knees to my chest and swung my head around to Emmett.

Bad move Bella, I berated myself. Moving so quickly made my head spin. I groaned and rubbed my head. Emmett was standing a few feet inside the door with his jaw dropped, next to the guy I vaguely remembered from the hallway last night.

No one spoke for a minute. Emmett and his friend Eddie were staring at me. My eyes swept the area for my clothes to no avail. I felt myself flushing red. Someone had undressed me. Please, I begged in my head, please let Rose or Alice be the one who did it, but I knew that was highly unlikely.

I looked to Emmett and then to Eddie. Emmett was the first to break the silence. “You really tied one on last night, Bella,” he smiled but I could tell he was anxious.

I felt like an ass. There was no way of knowing what he thought of me now. Rose was going to kill me for sure. I groaned again and leaned back resting my head on the back of the couch, eyes closed. “My clothes?” I managed to whimper.

“Christ Eddie! She isn’t even dressed!” Emmett moved closer to me getting a good look at me, looking me over as if he were inspecting me. I pulled the towel tighter to my body.

I.. I’m sorry about that,” I heard Eddie stumble on his words. Raising my head off the couch I met his gaze. “They got dirty when you were sick,” he offered his eyes pleading with me to be okay with it.

I stared at him dumbly. He was quite the sight wearing nothing but a worn pair of Washington State sweat pants that hung low from his hips. His chest was firm framed by nice shoulders. The muscles on his arms were defined and his abs rippled. There was no denying Emmett’s friend Eddie was hot. My eyes traveled down his bare chest and landed on the delicious v-line that disappeared into his waistband. I tingled, everywhere.

What the fuck Bella? I chewed my own ass. Seriously, I didn’t remember much from last night, much less how I ended up, without my clothes, on Emmett’s neighbor’s couch. Now, I’m sitting here practically naked, covered in, not a blanket, but a towel, eye fucking my bronze haired rescuer who watched me puke all over myself last night. Just Fucking. Lovely. The throbbing between my temples and pain radiating from my neck interrupted my thoughts.

Emmett looked from me, back to Eddie and then back to me again. “You got a shirt or something, man?” Emmett asked Eddie. Edward broke eye contact with me and left the room. The layout of the living room was pretty much the same as Emmett’s I noticed. Instead of green accents like at Emmett’s, this room was done in grey with red and black accents.

I groaned. I need to pee. Emmett’s friend returned with a t shirt and approached me carefully setting it on the couch beside me. I stared at his bare feet, the reality of what was going on finally sinking in.

“I’m sorry about your clothes,” he said. “I didn’t have much choice, when I found you in the hallway I didn’t know what to do with you. I was going to take you to Emmett’s but I didn’t think there was anyone that was sober enough to keep an eye on you.” His voice was soothing which surprised me. Nothing else in the room felt good right now, my head was going to explode and my bladder was cramping, yet his voice was like velvet.

I was too embarrassed to look up. I felt bad. This guy found me drunk and pathetic in the hallway and was too good of a person to step over me and carry on about his business. Instead, he had taken me to safety and spent his early morning hours cleaning the vomit off me, babysitting me while I slept it off. Of course, Eddie had to be hot. That’s just my luck. No telling what he thinks of me after what little he has seen of me. It hurt to think about it, so I stopped.

I managed to get my arms in the right holes as I pulled the shirt over my head and not drop the towel. “It’s okay,” I mumbled. “I have to pee,” I added sounding like a child.

I glanced at Eddie’s face to see the corners of his mouth turned up. “Of course, it’s over there.” He gestured to the door that would have been the bathroom at Emmett’s as well.

Eddie didn’t move as I stood up wrapping the towel around my waist careful not to reveal my naked bottom half. I really had to pee. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other I teetered. Eddie’s hand shot out to steady me. His hands were so cold I instantly got goose bumps. He must have been doing something in his freezer? I guessed giving it little thought. He had removed his hand and I shuffled to the bathroom.

Flipping the light on, pain seared through my temples and I quickly shut it back off. The light poking thru the blinds on the small bathroom window was bright enough I could pee without the light on. Sitting on the toilet, I couldn’t help but notice how good it smelled. If this is what his bathroom smelled like I could only imagine what it would be like on his body. Grabbing his shirt that I was now wearing I buried my face in it and inhaled, it was absolute heaven. Whatever soaps he used, they were awesome.

Rose was going to kill me, I kept telling myself over and over in my head. Washing my hands I regretted having to leave the dark bathroom. Not that I really wanted to stay in the bathroom, but I knew Emmett was waiting for me outside and Rose and Alice after him. I grimaced; this day was going to suck.

Taking a deep breath I emerged from the bathroom, better to just get it over with, I figured. My bed in Forks was sounding really good right now.

The looks Eddie and Emmett were exchanging told me they would definitely be talking about me later and that made me uncomfortable. I hoped Emmett wasn’t upset with his friend, he didn’t really do anything wrong. I would rather he had taken me to Alice or Rose but I understood his reasons for not doing so. Everyone was wasted last night.

“Emmett?” anything above a whisper shot pain through my head. He looked at me waiting for me to finish. “Can you grab my bag in your coat closet for me?” He looked at me puzzled. “I have some clothes in there,” I explained.

“Yeah, be right back,” he shot Eddie an odd look and disappeared out the door. I sat back on the couch to wait.

Eddie had turned away from me and was fiddling with a knickknack from the bookshelf in front of him.

“I.. Thank you,” I spoke softly. He didn’t appear to hear me or he just wanted me gone already. I wasn’t sure which. I sat in silence and took in my surroundings.

The couch was overstuffed and wrapped in light, grey leather. The rug appeared identical to Emmett’s, I noted. If my head didn’t hurt I might have even giggled when I got a visual of the two of them rug shopping together. That’s so not right, I scolded myself.

My head raging, I was grateful no one turned on the lights. There were thick black drapes covering the windows. The only light came from the direction of the kitchen and looking in that direction hurt my eyes. A set of mirrors on the far wall that made an interlocking pinwheel pattern and his coffee table and end tables were made of dark wood.

Eddie was still standing at the bookshelf flipping something shiny around in his hand. I wanted to say something to him but there was no excuse for my behavior and I had already bothered him enough. I couldn’t wait to get my clothes on and get out of here. Thankfully, I had a pair of stretch pants in my bag. It got cold in Forks so I kept a clean pair in my bag in case I needed to slip them on under my jeans.

Emmett returned with my bag and I hurried in to the bathroom. I dressed in the dark.

I felt like shit. This wasn’t me. Overwhelming waves of shame rocked my body and I leaned heavily on the wall. I don’t know why I go along with this shit, I thought bitterly. I couldn’t count the number of times Rose or Alice had scraped me drunk off the floor. Every time it happened, I would swear to myself I wouldn’t do it again and a few weeks later I’d get sloshed at some bullshit party Alice would drag me to. I didn’t blame Alice; it was my fault for lack of control. I hadn’t been in control of anything my entire life. That’s why I kept going back and doing this shit over and over. I knew it was getting to be a bad habit that would lead to a bigger problem. My sophomore and junior years I didn’t drink nearly as much or as often. Now, I was reckless and I knew it. What puzzled me was, I didn’t really care.

A thump on the other side of the door brought me out of my reverie. Quickly folding the towel and grabbing my bag, I knew it was time to face the music.

I was surprised to find Emmett alone in the living room. My eyes questioned him and he knew what I was asking.

“Eddie… Edward,” he corrected himself, “had somewhere to be.”

I swallowed hard and my heart dropped. My own reaction to Emmett’s words blindsided me. He kept his back to me the whole time Emmett had been gone. He held something shiny in his hand that he was rhythmically flipping and spinning artfully in his long fingers. I’m pretty sure his hand stalled for a fraction of a second when I told him thank you but it happened so fast I couldn’t be sure.

Emmett walked behind me down the hall. I noticed when he closed the door the apartment was 4B making Edward Emmett’s upstairs neighbor. The noisy one, I remembered, thinking back to the weekend I confronted Rose. Edward, I repeated his name in my head. Obviously, his close friends, like Emmett, called him Eddie. I kind of like Edward better. Either way, Rose had never mentioned him.

“Rose was sleeping last I checked,” Emmett told me going down the stairs, “I was making coffee when Eddie called me to come get you and woke Alice up. Everybody else left about an hour ago.” If Rose was still asleep, I knew Id only have to face Alice, for now.

Rose was still out and Alice was curled up on the couch with a blanket and a cup of coffee. Following the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen, I poured a mug of the steaming liquid and joined her on the couch. The sun was bursting through the blinds making me squint. I’m never drinking again, I told myself out of habit.

Emmett disappeared to his room so it was just me and Alice. The pixie adjusted her blanket and I looked to find her eyes watching me, expectantly. Great, just great.

“Ali, I don’t want to hear it. I drank too much, went out in the hall, got sick and Emmett’s neighbor let me sleep it off at his place.” The words took so much effort to get out I was out of breath and my head pounded with each syllable. I waited to see if my response was enough to buy me a temporary pass on the inquisition.

Alice produced from under her blanket a bottle of Tylenol. “Take these, you look like shit,” she ordered me tossing the bottle to my end of the couch.

Even though it hurt, I giggled. Alice wasn’t going to push me. She didn’t just happen to have a bottle of pain relievers hiding under her blanket. Nope, she drank too much and was hung-over too.

I couldn’t help the smirk that stuck on my face.

“Shut up!” Alice shot a throw pillow playfully at me, half grinning. It hit my side and rolled off the couch to the floor. “So,” she dramatized her words, “Who is this, mysterious, Edward?” It was her turn to giggle as she teased me. The drawl she applied to the word ‘mysterious’ was so Alice.

Grabbing the discarded throw pillow from beside my ankle I tossed it back at her. “Not now, Ali,” was my response and I moved to the kitchen and began cleaning up. It was easier to clean the kitchen than have to explain last night with this hideous hangover. I heard Alice get up and busy herself with putting the living room back together.

I was lucky Alice had a hangover; she was quiet and didn’t try to question me anymore. I actually got enjoyment from the fact that she was suffering with me even if she did handle it better than I did.

An hour later, the apartment was returned to its original state. Rose and Emmett still hadn’t surfaced. Grabbing my bag, I told Alice Id see her back in Forks and headed for my truck.

In hindsight, the whole morning was surreal. I moved in a fog and spoke in small sentences or phrases. It felt like I was half asleep and partially disconnected from my body. Normally, when I had to deal with these morning-after effects, there wasn’t a hot man in the mix and I have never woken in a strange house naked before.

My truck roared out of town and back to Forks.

Dad was working a double and wasn’t home yet. After a quick rinse in the shower I fell on to my bed. Deciding tonight would be a pizza night, I fell asleep until dad got home.


Emmett.

I ducked as she hurled another pillow at my head. She was pissed.

Even when she was mad she was beautiful. Rose tossed her blonde curls over her shoulder and turning her back to me swung her feet off the bed. Wrapping the sheet around her she looked like one of those Greek goddesses.

“Why didn’t he just bring her here? I swear to God if he did anything to her…” her voice trailed off. There was nothing she could do to him and she knew it. Physically, she couldn’t faze him. If she tried to expose him he would simply disappear and she would be locked up in a mental hospital.

She stomped in to the adjoining bathroom and slammed the door.

I knew she wasn’t going to take it well. She gave Eddie the cold shoulder both times he came down this last week. I encouraged him to keep stopping by, too. I think he knew how important it was to me that my girl and my best bud got along.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I put my head in my hands. Rose would like him if she would just give him a chance but I knew this was all too new to her. Rose would come around when Rose was ready. It was simple as that. I heard the shower turn on.

If she thought she was going to be angry and hide from me, she was wrong. I love her and I will not let her issues with Eddie ruin what we have. Yanking my shirt over my head, I barged through the bathroom door. Thick steam fogged the glass of the shower and Rose never saw me coming. I dropped my pants to the floor and opened the shower door.

Fuck she was amazing; her head tilted back she was rinsing the soap from her hair. With her back arched and arms up, her nipples smiled at me in a friendly hello. I watched the tiny streams of water and bubbles run down her body and my dick was instantly hard. Waiting until she rinsed most of the soap out, I stepped into the shower and closed the door behind me.

Hearing the door shut, her eyes were wide in surprise when they locked with mine. I was going to show this woman how much I loved her in the best way I knew how.

“Emmett, what are y-..” her voice muffled as I placed my hand over her delicious mouth and kissed the tip of her nose.

Stepping closer, I saw a flicker of excitement in her eyes. Grabbing her arm roughly, I spun her around, keeping my hand over her mouth. I let go of her arm and pushed her square in the back until she was smashed against the steaming glass wall. I leaned in to nibble on her ear. She loved that shit.

“I don’t want to fight with you,” I whispered seductively. “I am going to show you how much I love you.” I bit her tender lobe, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make her moan through my fingers. My free hand trailed down her spine and cupped her firm ass, angling it towards me. I pressed my cock into her back. “Do you want me to show you how much I love you?” I teased her still biting and sucking.

She nodded her head up and down. Releasing her ass, I slid my hand between her stomach and the glass. “Are you going to be a good girl?” I teased her locating her nipple and tugging hard. She nodded again.

My body pressed against hers and leaned in until my cheek lay on hers. Closing my eyes, I half begged her, “Please baby, I love you. Let me love you. The rest of the world can go on without us. I only want you and I’m going to show you how much, okay?” I moved my hand from her mouth and twisted myself so I could look her square in the eyes. “Someday I will be your husband. No matter what happens, when we are out there in the real world, it is always you. Nothing anyone does will change the way I feel.”

I felt her sigh beneath me. I knew she loved me; I never questioned that. Rose had issues when it came to facing shit. I would not let her run out on me mad because the people in our lives were fucked up. She was mine as much as I was hers.

Pulling back slightly, still teasing her hard nipple between my fingers, I pulled her into position. “The feelings I have for you cannot be summed up in words, my love, I am going to show you how I feel and hope it’s enough.” I heard her suck in her breath at my last words.

Closing my eyes, I guided my cock into her wonderful pussy and I prayed she felt the same connection I did. Rose was moaning in time with my rhythmic thrusts. I knew she was ready to orgasm and I knew how she liked it. Drawing out my length until just the tip was inside her, I slammed into her. She was screaming my name and clawing at the wet, foggy glass and I pounded into her harder. Her pussy was so hot and tight.

I bet she looked awesome all wet with her tits smashed against the shower glass and her pussy dripping between her legs. After her third orgasm, I decided it was my turn. I let go of her nipple and grabbed the back of her hair while keeping her hips in place with my other hand. I yanked her head backwards and she cried out making my cock even harder.

“Ask for it Rosie, Ask me for my love. Tell me to fill you with it,” I seethed in her ear, my frustration evident in my tone.

“Please Emmett… please cum … in me,” she was panting and gasping for air. I waited for her to continue, “Fill me with… with your love….show me.” Her words were broken, my hard cock that I was ramming in to her. .

Her every word made me harder. Fuck, I love this woman. When she gasped out loud it only encouraged me to bang her harder. Demonstrating the force of our love, I drew back and slammed her as hard as I could shoving my cock deep into her juicy cunt. She rocked and moaned, pushing her ass back in to me. Two more thrusts and I was done for. I put my hand on the wall over her shoulder to steady myself. I felt her muscles milking every last drop out of my dick. I didn’t want to know how she did that but I fucking loved it.

After catching my breath, I pulled out and smiled when she whimpered. My baby liked that. I turned her around slowly. She opened her mouth to speak but at the look I gave her she closed her mouth.

I gently stroked her cheek with my fingers.

“I love you Rose. I don’t know what kind of shit we will have to deal with in our lives. Your best friend is a drunk and mine is a vampire.” I watched her absorb the words. “The one thing I do know is before you I existed. Now, because of you, I live. Without you I would be no better than dead.” I bent and kissed the bare skin that covered her heart.

Truthfully, I had no clue what lay in store for us. I did know it would take more than a drunk ditz from Forks or a supernatural freak to destroy what we shared when we were together. Sometimes, if we hadn’t seen each other for a week or so, Rose would begin to look for faults in our plans. No amount of talking on the phone came close to the time we spent together. Having no words that could even come close to the way I feel about her; I showed her.

Every time I took her, our minds would meet somewhere in the middle. After I reminded her properly of how it is when we are together, all of her fears and doubts would disappear. That’s how it was with us. I can’t say I minded having to fuck my hot woman regularly to remind her of the connection we share.

I smiled and stepped out of the shower to let the thoroughly fucked Rose finish her shower.

Whatever the future held for us, good or bad, we would face it together.


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AN:

Hmmm.. I like showers, don't you?

Couple of days til next update :)

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