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Edward POV.
I nodded, hoping like hell that I haven't messed shit up. But I can't deny what I feel. I spent years doing that before I met Jazz and I won't do it again. No matter what.
"Damn," he muttered, chuckling a little. "And I thought I had it bad."
My head dropped in relief that it at least wasn't just me, even if he wasn't inlove with her.
"You like her then?" I asked.
"A fuckload," he chuckled. "I wouldn't say I'm in love with her, but I definitely love her. I want her. I'm sexually attracted to her. And she's the most perfect woman I've ever met.
"Something just clicked when she came into our lives. I think we both need her in our relationship, you know?"
I was so indescribably relieved.
It felt like I could breathe properly for the first time since I realized I had feelings for her. And I was also immensely glad for not feeling jealousy or anger anywhere.
I remember seeing Jasper and Bella together the morning after she arrived here, and how perfect it looked. I didn't just want Bella for me. I wanted her for us, although I was madly in love with her.
This is hardly shit we will act on but to know that we're somewhat on the same page… it's nothing but ultimate in this situation.
"She knows that I'm attracted to her, though," he chuckled nervously.
I smirked and sat up straighter to face him. "If you're talking about her seeing you flushed and hearing you speak huskily, you're wrong. The woman is downstairs making us both soup, 'cause apparently I was hoarse and husky at the session today," I laughed at how clueless she was. And so cute.
"Ah, yeah? And what turned you on so much?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Cause I saw her in nothing but this tiny towel that barely covered her ass."
Now there's an image…
"Damn," I smirked. "But I've got one better. I may not be able to discuss my cases, but I can tell you this; we talked about what she wanted in her sex life."
"Jesus… She kinky?"
"You have no idea," I groaned, rubbing my face. "It was so fucking difficult to sit there and listen to her."
"Yeah, well… That's not how she knows I like her," he sighed heavily. "A few days ago, we were in the den. She wanted to look at some chick flick, and I wanted to catch the cowboy-game. She tried to reach the remote, but I held it up… The girl fucking straddled me and shoved her tits in my face."
The fuck?
"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.
"Dead serious. That's the thing with her. She doesn't know she can affect us. She's dead set on that we're gay and gay only. I don't know why either, cause I've told her about my crush on her in High School, and she knows about you being married to Kate before."
"So, what happened?" I asked, disgustingly intrigued.
"She sat back down and felt my erection," he grinned.
Fuck. Me.
"How did she react?"
If she was turned on… Jesus, the possibilities. I mean, if she liked seeing Garrett and Demitri together…
He shook his head and dragged a hand through his hair. "She froze in shock, but then the tension shifted… it was intense, Edward."
To be honest, I was feeling my pants tighten.
"Did anything happen?" I asked.
I hadn't considered that, and though I wouldn't really mind… I would still prefer that we talked about it first. And the thought of Bella going behind my back didn't sit very well with me. I'm not saying I'm possessive, but over her I think I would be. And it's weird, but it would feel more of a betrayal from her than Jazz. But that's most likely because I know now he's not in love with her.
Right?
Right?
Fuck, this is messed up.
I need a therapist…
"No, you came home," he winked. "And don't worry. I would never do anything without clearing shit out with you. I was about to ask her at the time if she felt what I felt, because I didn't know you felt the same… or more… But like I said, you came home."
I nodded, once again relieved.
With a deep sigh, I leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling… like I would find answers there…
"You have my permission, you know," he murmured quietly, "But I need to know if you want her for yourself-"
I cut him off. "Don't even think it. I'm so in love with you both that it kills me that you would even think that, alright?"
He exhaled and relaxed. "Good. Same goes for you."
"I want you to know, though, that I don't fantasize about having her for myself, Jazz… Well, I guess I do that, too, but what I'm saying is that… shit… I can just imagine the three of us together, you know?"
"Oh, I've done that, too," he laughed.
Fuck, yes. It was just proof of how perfect we were for each other, and no matter what, I'll always have him.
"Not to make assumptions… but should we talk shit out? Like decide what's allowed and such…?"
"Sure," I shrugged. "Now that I know where you stand in regard of our feelings, I don't mind. We'll just have to promise each other and her that nothing can break us apart. I don't want us to do anything if it means we'll lose her as I friend. I wouldn't be able to deal with that."
"Fuck, you have it bad, Edward," he chuckled.
"I really fucking do," I sighed tiredly.
But I couldn't exactly regret anything. I loved loving her. I love being in love with her. She's brought so much into my life without even knowing it.
"Okay, so, without making her sound like an object… It's okay to take things to another level as long as we don't lose her."
"Sounds good," I nodded.
Still doubt anything will ever happen, though. She's never shown interest in us that way. She's never talked about her past, and how she's into watching. Had she done that…
"And you and me?" he continued. "Is this something we should tell each other? I mean, if something happens."
I thought about it, and it struck me that Jazz sure as hell seemed hopeful and… eager. Was I eager? More than anything. But I'm in love with her, and setting myself up for heartbreak is nothing for me.
"If something happens between you and Bella, just let me know that it has started or whatever," I decided.
"Same for you then," he nodded. "Oh, and Edward?"
"Mmhmm," I replied, facing him.
"Not to sound like a chick, but I can see it work out for you. I trust you, and I know our rings matter. I know we're in love, which is why I can see how good you and Bella would be together. I really don't think we'll lose her. She loves us."
I said nothing, because again, I don't want to get my hopes up for nothing.
The only thing I do know is that if she ever shows interest just a little, I will act on it.
Bella POV.
I bet they're fucking. Fucking animals, those two. Damn, I'm jealous. God, I just want him… them. Gah! How fucking messed up this is!
They should have me admitted.
Bella Swan at the age of twenty-four; in love with her gay friend, Edward. And crushing wildly on his life partner, Jasper.
Add sexually frustrated, and you have me.
A goddamn freak show.
Going from emotionally dead to feeling everything, and so intensely in just little under five months is not easy.
It's a good thing I something great going on for myself now.
I didn't waste time when I got home today, that's for sure. I called Tanya immediately.
Guess what?
I'm going to New York in three weeks.
Tanya gave me a goddamn speech about how stupid I had been for staying with that Jacob-fuckwit, which of course included her men-are-scum rant, and then she ranted and ranted about how the fuck I could go a year without writing.
I apologized.
She forgave me after calling me a hot but prissy bitch.
I'm a writer again, and all I have to do is write a rough draft or a short story for her to see, and then we'll draw up a new deal for me.
Bella Swan is very happy.
And I already have an idea about what to write.
It took a while. A long while. But eventually I heard the two men in my life come down the stairs.
I glared at them. "Just because you're all so fucking perfect, doesn't mean I want you to flaunt it in my face, m'kay?"
"What did we do now?" Jazz laughed, both of them taking a seat by the kitchen island.
"I mean, don't flaunt you fucking-like-bunnies life style in my face!" I snapped. "Thanks to dear old Eddie and his session, here, I'm more sexually frustrated than ever." I fixed my glare on him and his smirk vanished. "You, you piece of… of… of sex-hair with call-me-master glasses, thanks to you, I'm all fucked up in my lady bits!"
Oh, damn, I'm really out there.
Yep, they should definitely ship me off to the nearest asylum.
Taking a deep motherfucking breath, I closed my eyes and tried to calm my ass down a peg or seven.
"Is this her time of the month?" I heard Jasper whisper.
My eyes shot open, and I took real pleasure out of seeing him visibly shrink under my glare.
"Run," I told him in an eerily calm voice.
He obeyed.
Good for him and his nuts.
When I heard a door close on the third floor, I relaxed.
"Men, huh?" Edward huffed, trying to be funny.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Sorry," he muttered.
I huffed and turned back to the fucking soup they no longer seem to need.
.
.
.
"Sex-hair, Bella?" he asked after a while.
I didn't need to see him to know he's amused.
"Mmhmm, and call-me-master glasses," I added.
More salt, I thought as I tasted the soup.
"What kind of glasses would that be?"
"The glasses you have at the office," I replied, not missing a beat.
"Call-me what?"
"Master. Are you challenged or something, Edward? You want me to spell it out for ya? The glasses make you look stern in a thong-soaking way. Stern like a Dominant, AKA motherfucking Master!"
Basil. We need basil for the soup. Yeah, that's what's missing. Of course.

*o*o*o*

After the fuckawesome soup, I clinked my glass like I was going to give a speech.
They looked amused.
I'm funny today, apparently.
"I have news," I grinned.
They nodded for me to go on and gave me curious looks.
"I spoke to Tanya today after my session," I told them. "My editor," I clarified for Jasper. "I told her that I wanted start writing again, and she asked me to come out to New York in three weeks!"
They said nothing.
That was not the reaction I hoped for.
"You're… you're moving to New York?" Edward asked quietly.
I was confused.
Then it hit me what it sounded like when I said I was going there.
"No!" I laughed. "I'm just going out there for a meeting," I assured. "Like I could ever leave you two," I added with a wink.
They both exhaled loudly before wide grins took over their faces, and then I was crushed in hugs.
God, I love them.
They actually thought I'd leave them? Like that was ever possible.
Silly boys.
After they sat down again, I proceeded to tell them what Tanya had told me, and that I had to write a draft or a shortie for the meeting.
"So, what are you gonna write?" Edward asked.
"Nope, no way, uh-uh. First of all, it's time you tell us your pen name," Jasper demanded.
Edward agreed with him.
Damn.
But I knew it was time.
I leaned forward over the island and whispered.
"Marie Green."
They both froze.
I smirked.
Now Edward knew exactly what I wished for since I had told him I lived through my stories. Never again would he have to ask about that in a session.
"Fucking hell," Jasper breathed out. Eyes wide. "Are you serious? You're Marie Green?"
I nodded.
"Damn," he groaned. "You write some steamy shit. I can't fucking believe this!"
"Believe it," I winked.
"But why the name? I mean, I get Isabella Marie Swan… but Green?"
"It's my favorite color," I shrugged. "And I couldn't come up with anything better."
"And you're gonna write more books?" he grinned.
"Yep."
"Fucking A. Seriously, Bella, that is fucking amazing. Your books are the so goddamn hot."
"Why thank you, kind sir," I giggled.
Edward – fucking finally – found himself at this time.
Throat clearing.
Maybe he should have more soup.
"That's wonderful, Bella. I'm happy for you," he smiled warmly.
Mmm, swoon.
"Okay, now I wanna know what you're gonna write about," Jasper said.
"I'm gonna write about the two of you," I smirked.
Both their heads snapped up in a whiplash movement, and at the same time, "What?"
"If it's okay, that is," I said. "Then it will be about you two."
This is where you see Jasper as a woman. There was no bouncing or squealing, but he looked giddy and excited like a kid on Christmas, and his grin almost split his face.
"Demitri and Garrett?" Edward wondered with a raised eyebrow… and an odd look I couldn't understand.
"Yep. I spoke to them earlier. They're still in Seattle, so I'll go there this weekend."
"Now I'm confused," Jasper frowned.
I was about to explain, but Edward beat me to it. "Bella knows a gay couple in Seattle that she's worked with before. My guess is that she'll write about us, but use them for researching. Am I right?" he asked me the last part with that same odd look.
"That's right," I nodded.
"What kind of research?" Jasper asked with narrowed eyes.
"I watch them. First I write a draft of the positions I wish to use, and then I watch them for reference… Sorta to see how it plays out, and after that I rewrite if it's needed."
"That doesn't make sense to me," he frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why don't you just watch me and Edward if you're gonna write about us?"
For so many reasons.
Had I considered it? Yes, briefly. But I doubt I could manage it again. The last time I saw them was before I realized I was in love with Edward. And watching them now… I'm afraid it would be too painful.
And also… I had no fucking idea they were into that.
"Wouldn't that be weird to have me there?" I asked quietly. "I mean, I know Garrett and Demitri for that one reason. The intensions were made clear when we met. But you two are my friends. I don't exactly love Garrett and Demitri."
"It wouldn't be weird for me," Edward said then.
"Me neither," Jasper grinned.
Fuck.
"Would it be weird for you, Bella?" Edward asked softly.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out his odd expression. And as I chewed on my lip, I allowed myself to just look at him without caring about how it could be misunderstood… or in this case; right on the money. Because I was really staring.
His eyes were apprehensive. His brow furrowed. The small smile careful… almost wary.
I understood it then. He's uncomfortable.
"I'll go with Garrett and Demitri," I said firmly. "I can see you're uncomfortable, Edward. It's okay, really."
His expression changed then – into a frown. "No, I'm not uncomfortable with you watching, Bella. I'm wary of this affecting the relationship between the three of us. I don't want there to be tip-toeing or awkwardness afterwards. Frankly, I think it would be a fucking turn on to have you there, but I won't risk anything to lose you."
"See? He's not uncomfortable," Jasper coaxed.
Edward thinks it would be a turn on?
To have me there?
His eyes never lied to me, and as I looked at him now… there was no hesitation. He spoke the truth, and Jasper obviously wanted it.
Huh.
"Okay," I said slowly, letting it sink in. "But before I cancel with Garrett and Demitri, you might wanna know what you're getting yourselves into."
"Bring it, sexy," Jasper grinned.
I shook my head in amusement. "You're so fucking gay right now, you know that, right?"
Edward snickered and threw one of his panty-soaking winks my way.
Ungh.
I clenched my thighs together.
"Hey, at least I don't snap my fingers and yell out OMG or WTF all the time," Jasper huffed.
"No, you're all man with your drama queen huffing instead," I deadpanned.
"Oh, you'll see how much of a man I am soon enough," he winked. "Now tell us what we're in for."
I already know you're all man, Jasper…
"Fine," I sighed. "I will write a rough draft on the positions I want you in, and then you two will act them out. And when you do, I will be right there… just a few feet away… watching you."
I really wanted them to realize that I would literally be right there.
"Will you film us?" Jasper asked, not intimidated whatsoever.
"No, you ass, I won't film you," I laughed. "I will just take notes."
He just shrugged.
I know that if I did video tape them, I would abuse that film over and over and over and over… yeah, you get my point.
I would watch it.
A lot.
"Sounds good," Edward shrugged, not affected either.
Fine then…
"Are there any positions you don't do? Is there anything that's off limits?" I asked then.
"Sixty-nine," they both replied.
"That's the only one," Edward added. "We just never liked it."
"Alright," I nodded.
My phone rang then, and I pulled it out from my jean pocket.
Caller ID Alice Brandon.

Bella POV.
"That's the only one," Edward added. "We just never liked it."
"Alright," I nodded.
My phone rang then, and I pulled it out from my jean pocket.
Caller ID Alice Brandon.
"Just a second, boys," I grinned.
They nodded and fell into some quiet conversation while I answered.
"Well, well, if it isn't my go-to-girl," I purred into the phone.
"BELLAAA!"
Alice is one that squeals. Frequently.
"Aliiice," I mimicked.
"Ohmifuckinggosh! T told me you called! I've missed you, babe!"
"I've missed you, too, Ali. How are ya? Still hotter than hell?" I chuckled.
"Hotter! Oh and guess what! We got engaged!"
"You got engaged? Oh, my God, Ali, I'm so fucking happy for you!"
I'm a woman, I'm allowed to bounce up and down.
The guys stared at me like I was crazy, but what-the-fuck-ever, my girl is engaged!
"I know, right? We did it last month. Anywho, that's not why I called."
"Okay?" I chuckled.
"T told me you're writing again? And that you're coming out here soon?"
"Yep, in three weeks," I smiled.
"Well, plans have been changed. Can we come to you instead?"
"Why? What's wrong with New York?" I asked, confused.
Alice and Tanya will not like Forks.
"Well, I sorta checked your address… is it true that you live in the house where they shot that vampire movie?"
I should've known.
"Yes, it's true, Ali," I sighed, chuckling.
"OMG! Can we come there! Please, please!"
I bit my lip and glanced at the guys who were watching me curiously. "I don't live here alone, Ali. It's not really up to me."
"Iknow! T told me you live with two guys. I knew you could do better than Dipshit Black. But anyway, there's more…"
Uh-oh…
"What?"
"Have you thought about Tanya's offer? You know you're the only one it goes out to," she said quietly.
Jesus.
Had I thought about it?
Oh, yes.
Tanya had bluntly – after she forgave me – asked me if I would bail out again if they asked me to join them for… you know.
So, had I thought about it?
Absolutely.
"Yes, I've thought about it, Alice."
"And?"
"And I'm saying yes."
"Oh, thank fuck. It's gonna be so hot, B. But there's more."
What the hell?
"What?" I gritted out.
"I wonder if we can film it."
Oh.
"Sure," I shrugged. "As long as it won't get out."
"Absolutely not. We promise. So, can we film it at your house?"
And there it was.
"I have to ask the guys, okay?"
"Sure thing. I'll call you back in half an hour, m'kay? Ciao!"
The line went dead.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
Me being in a home made porno with two chicks?
Actually, that could be fucking hot.
Slowly and reluctantly I sat down by the counter again, thinking that I might as well get it over with, because I know Alice. She's an eager little thing.
"So… that was Alice," I mumbled.
"Yeah, we got that," Edward chuckled.
You can do this, Bella. Just be blunt as always. Right.
"They wanted to know if they could come here instead of me flying out there."
"Sure. It's your house, too, baby," Jasper shrugged.
Not if you kick me out for asking to shoot lesbian porn…
"Spill, beautiful," Edward smiled knowingly.
Damn, that man can read me like an open book sometimes.
"Tanya and Alice asked me to join them again." I gave Edward a pointed look, so he would understand.
His eyes bugged out.
Good, he does understand.
By the time I had explained to Jasper what I meant, Edward was back to life.
"Okay," I sighed. "The thing is that Alice is sorta obsessed by that vampire movie they used this house for, or more correctly; the Jackson-dude starring in it, and she's wondering if they can use this house for shooting a home made movie. I think you know what kind of movie we're talking about."
"Will you be in this movie, Bella?" Jasper smirked.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Jasper, I will."
"In that case, fuck yes," he grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
Is he serious? Waggling his eyebrows? Because of a girl-on-girl…on-girl?
I turned to Edward who was… not really in the present, so I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
"Is that okay for you, too, Edward?"
"If you're in it? Jesus, yes," he groaned, rubbing his face.
Okay?
I'm confused. Why the hell are they acting like they are turned on? By me no less. This is weird. And frustrating.

*o*o*o*

The past few days have been weird. Really weird. Ever since I got off the phone with Alice and Tanya, Jasper and Edward have been a lot… closer… than normal. They're always holding me, kissing my temple, my cheeks, my forehead… Jasper's even kissed me chastely on the mouth a few times. And don't get me wrong, I love it. I crave it. I want more. So much more. But it's confusing. They act like I turn them on, and it's messing with my head.
Oh, and yesterday when Jasper left for three days of work in Seattle, he held me tightly, kissing me, and I definitely felt him get hard.
Do they want me or something?
Because it sure as hell seem like it.
And last night when it was just Edward and I, he just kept touching me. It was mostly innocent, but what he doesn't seem to understand is that every time he's even near me, I'm on fire. And when he dropped a somewhat sensual kiss on my neck while I cleared the dinner table, my knees almost buckled. So, today when Edward asked me to have a movie night with him, I decided to just go with it. I won't initiate anything, but I won't shy away either.
I'm also gonna leave the pajama bottoms and t-shirt for a white wife beater and a pair of black boy shorts in lace.

*o*o*o*

"You coming, baby?" Edward called from the den.
We'll just see, won't we…
I was in my new outfit for the night, and fuck me if my ass wasn't showing. Jesus, they only cover half of it, but hey, he's not into women, right? It shouldn't matter what I wear. Oh, and the wife beater may be just a tad too tight.
After pulling my hair into a ponytail, I was ready.
"Yep. What movie do you wanna see?" I asked, not even stopping at the couch. Instead I walked passed in to the movie shelves, bending over just because maybe there's a good movie down there.
Innocent, right?
"Jesus, woman, what the hell are you wearing?" he exclaimed from the couch.
I smirked and kept scanning for movies as I answered innocently, "I couldn't find the pajama bottoms I wanted so I just skipped it… So, what's your poison for the night, Edward? Comedy? Drama? Action?"
"Horror," he replied.
Classic guy-move. Now, how should I interpret that?
Does he want me? Is this something he would just like to try? I mean, he used to be married. I'm sure he's been with women before.
Or is he just very touchy?
"Jeepers Creepers?" I suggested. "Although, you better be prepared to be my body guard for the night," I added.
"That's okay… Put it on."
So, I did.
And then I walked over to the couch where Edward sat in his normal sleep wear – pajama bottoms… and nothing else.
Yep, Edward's been very bare chested around the house lately. Don't ask me why.
He smiled – though it looked forced – and held his arm up for me, and there was no way I'd have it any other way. I had to fight the urge to snicker as I rested my head on his chest, feeling the way his heart pounded.
Something was definitely up. Either he was uncomfortable with how much skin I was showing, or he was attracted to me. But it wasn't nothing. There was nothing relaxed and casual about that way he acted.
Half way through the movie, though, I gave up. He wasn't fully relaxed, but he didn't make a move either, so I assumed… well, I don't know what I assumed.
My eyes fluttered closed.

*o*o*o*

"Bella, baby, wake up," I heard Edward murmur.
Mmmmmmmm…
"Beautiful? Time to get you to bed."
I fell asleep?
Damn.
"Let's get you to bed. The movie's over."
"Oh," was my clever response before I yawned.
I stood unmoving and sleepy as hell as Edward switched off the lights, and then he led me up to my room.
"Love you, Edward. Good night," I mumbled sleepily and went to hug him.
"Nu-huh, you said I was your body guard for the night, beautiful. Now, which side of the bed do you want?" he smirked and entered my room.
The side you're on?
I would have told him that I was capable of sleeping alone, but I was done with this. He knew very well I wasn't deadly serious about the body guard comment, I mean, we've watched horror flicks before.
"Doesn't matter," I shrugged. "I'll usually just end up in the middle anyway."
He dropped his pajama bottoms and I was awarded with a lovely view of Edward in tight boxer briefs in black.
They house a huge cock and a very perfect ass, I remember.
He flashed me that damn crooked smile, and got into the bed… my bed. Jesus…
Plastering a nonchalant look on my face, I walked over to the chair next to my bed, and pulled the wife beater off, leaving me in nothing but my black boy shorts.
I heard his sharp intake of air, but I ignored it, and climbed under the covers – not stopping until I was in the middle of the bed.
"Scratch my back?" I asked innocently and uncovered my upper body.
This was nothing new, of course. Edward often scratched my back, although I'm never naked when this happens… and we're never in my bed.
"Of course," he whispered.
I felt him scoot closer, and the warmth that radiated from his body made me shiver, and he wasn't even touching me. To say I have it bad would be the understatement of the century. And then I felt his large hands on my back.
I hummed, and I felt him scoot even closer before he started working his magic hands on me.
"Oh, Edward," I hummed quietly.
This was no faking. But I did add his name on purpose.
Fucking sue me.
Edward's breathing hitched, and the atmosphere shifted.
I recognized it.
It was the same thick tension I had shared with Jasper, only, this was heavier. This was something I wasn't sure I could stop.
I moaned as his fingers reached the sides of my breasts, and I knew now. I knew this was the same for him. And he proved it. All of the sudden, I was pressed against his hard body, and his mouth latched on to my neck, sending shock wave upon shock wave of lust and need through my body.
"You have to know what you're doing to me, baby," he breathed, and grabbed my hips to pull me even closer.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned.
He's so fucking hard…
His close proximity, the open mouth kisses on my neck, his huge erection, his large hand covering my hip… I… I couldn't stop it.
He wants me.
"Do you want me, Bella? Is there any chance you feel the same?" he mumbled against my neck.
"Edward," I whimpered, trying to rub against him.
"Fuck," he hissed, tightening his hold on my squirming body. "I can't stop myself, Bella… I… I can't fucking stop."
"Jasper-" I managed to choke out, but Edward didn't stop his magic on my body.
"Wants you, too, beautiful… We both want you," he murmured.
Oh, God…
"We've talked about it," he whispered, licking the shell of my ear. "We can't hold it in, baby… Jesus, I can't take my hands off of you."
I couldn't function. It was a thick haze, and I never wanted it to stop.
"Tell me it's not just us," he pleaded. "Tell me you want this."
"Fuck, Edward," I almost sobbed. "I do… God, so much… but…"
Edward quickly flipped me over, and he hovered over me… so closely… his eyes so sincere… so dark.
Earth shattering.
"I don't want any regrets, Bella," he murmured, his eyes watching me intently. "And I want complete honesty. I… I'm in love with you."
Whimpering, I closed my eyes, but tears spilled over anyway.
He loves me like I love him?
"Don't cry, beautiful," he whispered and kissed them away.
"How can this ever work, Edward?" I cried. "I'm in love with you, too, but…"
"You love me?" he breathed and swallowed hard.
I could only nod.
"Do you want Jazz, too?"
I nodded hesitantly, keeping my eyes closed.
I was so scared that our perfect bubble was about to burst. I couldn't live without either of them.
"Are you in love with him?" he asked softly, nuzzling my temple.
I shook my head slightly. "Not like I love you," I sniffled.
"Do you want me even if I have Jazz?" he asked thickly, his body tensed.
He's nervous, I recognized.
"I… It's hard to explain," I whispered, my eyes welling up all over again. "I want you both…" I swallowed hard. "But I'm in love with you… I love you both, and I'm attracted to you both… S'just, there's more with you."
Please don't let this be over, I chanted in my head.
"Can I tell you what I feel now?" he whispered before he kissed the spot below my ear.
I shivered and trembled, but managed to nod.
"I'm in love with both of you," he sighed, and kissed my eyelids. "I want you both. I want the three of us… But with you… God, Bella, I can't ignore that charge I feel whenever you're close… I can't stop myself from feeling that youare my soulmate… It's just that… I feel like Jazz is a big piece of it… Does that make sense?"
He was nervous again.
I wasn't.
We feel the same.
"I make perfect sense," I whispered. "We're all fucked up, but it fits us, right?"
I felt him smile against my forehead. "Couldn't have said it any better myself, angel."
Could I really have it all? Could the three of us make it? Could we have it?
Jasper's not here.
"What does Jasper feel?" I asked quietly.
"The same way you do for him," he murmured. "He wants it all, too. The three of us."
"Could… Oh, my God, can we really do this?" I just had to ask.
"Yes."
And that was all I needed. I trusted him. Someway, somehow, we would do this. All together.
I smiled and let the warming feeling consume me.
"Can I please kiss you now?" he whispered, his eyes so happy.
I think my beaming smile was answer enough.
Softly he pressed his lips against mine. And it was that spark. Igniting.
It wasn't enough. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him down, and he groaned loudly – his sound sending waves of heat to my core – and we started kissing more firmly, our mouths moving perfectly together. Parting our lips at the same time, our tongues met in the middle, and it was everything. It was fire. 4th of July and all that. I was home. I belonged. I felt so much.
The kiss turned frenzied and our bodies connected, making us both moan, but it still wasn't enough. I needed more.
"Please," I whimpered in his mouth.
"Anything, love," he panted.
I arched my back as he started kissing my neck and collarbone. "Make me yours, Edward."
"Fuck," he hissed. "Are you sure, baby? I don't think I can go slow. I want you so much."
Yes!
"You know… what I feel about slow," I gasped as I felt Edward's lips around my nipple.
"You're goddamn perfect, Bella," he whispered before his tongue darted out, flicking my nipple. "For so long, I've dreamt about this… So beautiful… Perfect."
"Oh!" I moaned as I felt him hook his fingers under my panties.
"You're sure?" he asked again.
"Yes, please, Edward!"
My panties were ripped off, and I started panting in pleasurable shock. It had never been this way. Never had anyone ripped anything off of me because it would take too long to take them off properly.
This was what I wanted.
"Fuck, you're flawless, Bella," he… well, he whimpered.
I opened my eyes and sat up slightly to lean on my elbows, and I noticed Edward was sitting up between my legs, stroking himself through the boxers… his eyes fixed on my bare pussy.
Hadn't I seen the hunger in his eyes, I would've been nervous. But it was there so evident. Raw. Needy.
Hunger for what I had.
"Let me see you, Edward," I whispered. I needed this. I needed to see him hard… for me.
Now it was my turn to watch him intently, and I did so while licking my lips involuntarily. But it was just so sexy watching him lose his boxers.
God, he's really fucking huge…
He continued to stroke himself, watching my pussy, but now he wasn't still. This time his hand caressed my thigh, up… up…
"So soft," he whispered quietly. "Exquisite."
"Edward," I pleaded.
Fucking finally, I felt him reach me. His thumb – so softly – stroked the length of my very wet sex, and it was more… His small touch gave me more than anything I had ever felt.
"God, you're wet, baby," he groaned. "Is that because of me, Bella?"
Jesus, how he can still form words, I don't know…
"Yes," I moaned. "All… for you."
"Lie back, beautiful," he commanded softly.
As soon as I was settled, I felt him. I felt the tip of his tongue flick my clit, his thumb still stroking my slit. It was maddening… until he added pressure, and his tongue parted my folds to lick me firmly.
"Fuck, Edward!" I gasped, arching my back.
"Never… I will never get enough of this… of you," he murmured against my flesh.
I ignited. It was buzzing. My entire being came alive at his touch. And Edward had control. He held the power over me.
I loved it.
Soon I felt two fingers tease my entrance, and I was trembling with anticipation. He licked and sucked on my clit relentlessly, and I was already edging close – close to something I hadn't felt in more than a year. I had tried and tried by myself, but for a whole year, I could never orgasm.
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped then.
Edward fingers were inside of me, curling upwards, in, out, in, curling, teasing, his tongue still working its magic… It was… mindblowing. And fuck, the sounds of pleasure he gave away – it was like he loved what he was doing… like he was savoring me.
Worshipping me.
Trembling and tensing, I edged closer and closer, my blood pumping in my veins, and it left me panting breathlessly. Tingling and surging, building.
So close…
"Cum for me, Bella," he whispered before he took my clit between his teeth.
Explosion.
My vision filled with black spots, and I fell apart. So hard. So powerful. White heat. Coursing through me… wave after wave. I couldn't breathe. I could only feel.
All consuming.
Edward brought me down gently, slowly, and then I felt his loving kisses up my body while I tried to regain my breath. It was there in every kiss he planted – the adoration, the love, the devotion.
He loved me.
"I love you," he breathed against my pulse point. "So much, Bella… That was… Fuck, so beautiful."
"Thank you for bringing me back to life," I whispered.
The love shone in his eyes and I knew that we could do this. All of it. There was hope, love, and determination.
"I love you," I breathed.
Our eyes locked as I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, and it was like a silent conversation as we gazed at each other. We didn't need to ask questions because we knew so much about each other, that we kept it in our gaze.
We told each other the three things necessary.
I trust you.
I love you.
I'm yours.
Slowly, he entered me. Inch by inch. Stretching me fiercely. It stung. But it was the pleasurable pain that made everything real. It was what I had craved. Oh,God,he'sbig. I felt everything. I felt his restraint. I felt him twitch. I heard and saw him grit his teeth. I felt him fill me. Completely.
When our hips met, we both shuddered out a breath, and once again I came to life. The feeling of feeling everything… Everything so perfect. Powerful. Intense.
"Fuck… so tight…A-are you okay?" His voice was strained as hell, and his eyes full of concern for my well being.
I was more than okay.
Now I wanted raw and instinctual that I knew Edward could give me. And instinct was not telling Edward to stay still. His love for me told me to stay still, but I already knew he loved me. Now I wanted him to listen to his body.
I wanted him to go insane.
This is what I've been waiting for…
"You know what I want, Edward. You know me," I breathed, looking him in the eye.
He knew everything. He knew what I had suffered through. He knew what I craved. He knew the emotions I lusted after.
He knew me.
And what kind of creature I am.
Edward's features changed. The love and adoration was still there, but now he was thinking 'Yes,Idoknowher,andIknowexactlywhatshewants'.
I know him, too. And I know he wants it as much as I do.
He pulled out slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and it was once again a silent conversation.
His eyes were questioning. Are you ready?
I nodded. Yes.
His eyes softened. I love you.
Mine did, too, and I swallowed emotion. I love you, too.
He slammed into me.
All air left me as the sharp sting made me clamp down fiercely around his… my fucking God, I underestimated his size… Jesus.
"Any regrets?" he whispered darkly in my ear. "Are you sure you wanted this?" he emphasized this with another hard fucking thrust, and once again it left me breathless.
I could only nod, because his taunting words combined with his raw roughness left me speechless. And so fucking horny.
"It doesn't really matter anymore, though," he grunted. "You gave me your consent, and your pussy is so tight, so slick, that it's impossible for me to stop."
Oh, God…
He pulled out, and swiftly thrust in again – so fucking hard that he moved my body up the bed. It was everything. The pain that intensified every pleasurable emotion. The heat, the constricting, the buzzing and tingling… the building. Oh, shit, the building.
He gripped me tightly and for the fist time in my life, someone was actually fucking me. I would never tire.
"You will never deny me, baby," he growled. "I'm already addicted. Say you won't ever deny me."
"Never," I gasped. "Fuck, Edward!"
My second orgasm was already building, and the way he hit my deepest spot with every thrust was slowly but surely sending me into insanity. Everything was let go of. I could feel it. The slapping of skin, the loud groans, my panting and moaning, and oh, holy shit, he just pressed his thumb against my clit… oh, God…
No restraint.
"You're mine now, Bella," he panted. "Fucking mine."
"Yes!"
He lifted my hips up slightly, and pushed in again, even fucking harder, and even deeper… I didn't even know it was possible… Can't form… coherent… thoughts… God!
"Cum," he gritted out.
Primal.
I'm done.
I screamed out his name, almost choking as the violent orgasm didn't wash over me, but pushed me down. So heavy. So… everywhere. Pulsing rapidly, pounding, out of control.
And with a guttural groaned version of my name, Edward spilled into me, and I had never felt more belonged, connected, and satisfied.
I'm marked.
He collapsed on top of me, and we were both panting messes for several minutes until Edward reluctantly pulled out of me.
"Fuck, I'm spent," he groaned as he collapsed next to me. "You okay, angel?"
There was the love again. The caring. His eyes always so expressive.
"No, I'm perfect," I hummed. "I'm fucked."

Bella POV.
There was the love again. The caring. His eyes always so expressive.
"No, I'm perfect," I hummed. "I'm fucked."
He chuckled breathlessly and pulled my limp body against him. "Christ, I love you, Bella. I don't think you realize how perfect I think you are."
Always that soft honey dripping voice…
"I'm also very yours," I sighed, kissing his chest.
"You bet you are, love. And you have no idea how much you own me."
I looked up, and deep into his eyes… Sincere, honest, truthful.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you, too, angel."
I was home.

*O*O*O*

Waking up to Edward kissing my neck has to be one of the best feelings in the world. Oh, and his morning wood wedged between my thighs, also a very lovely feeling.
I love spooning…
"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered.
"Indeed it is," I giggled sleepily and pushed my ass towards him, making him groan.
"Never deny me?" he murmured as his hand covered my breast, gently pinching the constricting nipple.
"Never," I breathed, closing my eyes. "I'm yours."
Slowly his hand traveled south, cupping my pussy that was getting wetter by the second.
"Do you know how overwhelming it was for me last night to be inside you?" he murmured as he started fingering me slowly, teasingly.
I couldn't speak.
"The feeling of burying myself inside that tight pussy of yours…" he breathed, seeking friction between my thighs. "So fucking powerful, angel."
He spread the wetness around, up and down my sex, and always paid extra attention to my clit… and it left me moaning and squirming, wanting more.
Always more.
"And tasting you, Bella… Jesus… There's no enough."
"Please," I moaned.
His hand left my pussy, and I heard him moan as he sucked his fingers. I was so ready. Then he lifted my leg up, and I held it up as he positioned himself at my entrance, and in one swift movement, he pushed inside me.
"So wet, so tight," he groaned against my neck.
With my leg up, Edward started moving inside me, always focusing on both of us – never selfish. He read my body as well as he could read my eyes, and when I started breathing heavier, he firmly stroked my clit with his middle finger. And as I glanced at him, moving behind me, he stared down at where we were joined with so much emotion that it left me breathless.
This is what I write about, I thought, and now I have it.
The tempo increased as we both edged closer, and when we came together, it was silent – our eyes locked. It was perfection in every way. The way his thrusts could be rough and hard, and at the same time he could watch me with so much love and adoration.
As long as he looks at me in that way, I know watching him and Jasper together will be nothing erotic, beautiful, and something intense they will share with me.
To be blunt: I can't fucking wait.

*o*o*o*

Edward's been following me around like a puppy all day. At first I was thrilled, already ready for more. But he insisted that we gave it a day, because I was sore. I was sore, but so what? Who cares? Not me.
Anyway, he insisted that, after four rounds of fucking, loving, and more fucking, we'd take a break. He was so sweet when he took care of me in the bath tub, washing me, caressing me, kissing me… but not relenting on the schmexing.
Bastard.
I even tried to go down on him, because I really, really, wanted that, but he turned me down, saying that he wanted me to relax and rest. Doesn't he realize that sucking him off would also be pleasurable for me?
So, why is Edward following me around?
I have no idea.

*o*o*o*

I'm sitting on the kitchen counter with my lap top, shopping for sexy outfits for a few stories I'm outlining, and I can see Edward fidgeting in the doorway.
"Would you like me in a sexy school girl outfit in plaid?" I asked casually.
"Undoubtedly," he answered quickly before coming over to sit down. "What are you doing?"
"Well, I have a few stories in the making, and I like to bring it to life as much as possible. So, if I write about a catholic school girl, I like to dress the part when I'm writing," I answered, clicking 'buy' on the outfit.
"Are you fucking with me, baby?" he asked with wide eyes.
"No. Why?"
"You're driving me insane," he groaned, pulling at his hair. "You can't say shit like that, angel. Don't you realize how hot that is? Fucking tease…"
I snickered. "Hey, you're the one saying no to sex, not me."
He glared at me. "I'm trying to be a considerate boyfriend, and you're not making it easy."
That was another thing. All day he's been saying things that make him include the words boyfriend and girlfriend – like he's trying to wrap his head around it – and the grin he's been sporting throughout the day is just so fucking adorable.
"Fine. I won't tease you, baby," I chuckled. "How about you just fucking tell me why you've been following me all day? I'm not stupid, Edward. I can see there's shit you want."
He watched me carefully, reading me, and once again pulling at his hair, but now also pinching the bridge of his nose.
Edward's really bothered by something when he does that.
"Spill," I demanded, closing the laptop.
"Fine," he mumbled. "I've been thinking… and I don't want there to be differences between us."
"Go on," I urged softly.
I really didn't like that he looked so nervous and… apprehensive and vulnerable.
"Well… I don't want us to be separated… I wanna sleep with you every night," he said quietly.
I understood what he was saying, and I think I just fell even more in love with him. But I hated that he felt so insecure.
Scooting over across the kitchen island, I placed my legs, so he was in between them, and I leaned in to kiss him softly.
Edward stood up, kicking his stool back, and pulled me closer to his body so we could deepen the kiss.
This was not my intention, though, so I broke the kiss and rested my forehead against his.
"You know I love you, right?" I asked.
He nodded and closed his eyes.
"You're everything to me, Edward. I can't function without you and Jasper. But you, you are my soulmate, too, Edward, and I don't want you to feel apprehensive around me. About anything. Do you want to know what I want for us three?"
He nodded again and tightened his hold on my waist.
"I want everything with you, Edward," I whispered. "I want the future. I'm not just in love with you today or next month. I know- I feel how real this is. I know it's forever.
"Is this conventional? Not even a little. But it's for us. The three of us. You said it yourself, Edward; we can make this work. And I believed you. I still do.
"I don't want us to hide anything, because that can actually cause more harm that right. We need to be open with each other, especially if we're three people in the relationship. We haven't even talked to Jasper about this yet, and we're already apprehensive? We can't have that, Edward. Do you understand?"
He nodded, his eyes still closed.
"Do you love me, Edward?" I asked softly.
"More than anything," he whispered thickly. "I… I can't deny that there is something out of this world between you and me… What I feel for you goes deeper than anything I've ever felt… I'm just fucking scared that Jazz will think I don't love him anymore.
"I can't live without either of you, Bella, but I can't deny the intense hold you have on me."
I didn't know this. I had no idea. I knew he loved me, and he was so confident – so sure. But now he seems scared.
Loving one person is hard itself. Loving two must be terrifying, especially if he thinks I'm his soulmate. But what makes us good soulmates is that we want the same things.
"I'm your only soulmate?" I asked.
He nodded. Remorse evident in his features.
"Well, what makes us perfect soulmates, Edward, is that we can't live without Jasper. I love him so much that it scares me. I didn't know love could be this strong… not until I met you two. It's us three, okay?"
Edward opened his eyes, and my own eyes welled up at the sight of his'. They were vibrant, and swimming with emotion. I had never seen Edward this vulnerable before. He always struck me as the most confident man. Always sure. But now I see that even he needs reassurance.
And I know both me and Jasper are happy to give it to him.
"I will always have you?" he murmured.
"Always, Edward. I will never deny you anything. But what I want you to know is that I don't think there's anything I will even want to deny you, because we want the same things."
"Fuck, I love you, Bella," he breathed.
"I love you, too."

*o*o*o*

For the rest of the day, and well into the night, we talked. We talked about everything, and we agreed that there was no 'too soon' in our relationship. If there is something on our minds, we say it right away. We share everything. All of us.
At first I wondered if this wasn't something we should wait for until Jasper came home, but Edward wanted him and me to have everything cleared out first. He wanted to know exactly what I wanted in my future, and he wanted to tell me what he wanted. He also told me that he and Jasper had had this discussion, and they both wanted the three of us to work out.
We touched every subject. Everything from their past, my past, and our present, to our future.
Edward told me about how it had been worth it to give so much up for Jasper, and he told me how they both had pretty much saved each other when they got together. With both their families pushing them out of their lives, they only had each other to rely on. No more holidays with the parents. No watching your family grow.
I thought Jasper's parents had been awful, but they hadn't pretended he didn't exist. They had in terrible ways complained how wrong it was to love someone who wasn't a girl, but they hadn't abandoned him completely.
Edward's family had.
His parents had been upset when he came home and told them about his divorce with Kate, but when he told them about Jasper, they had just told him to get out. He wasn't welcome there anymore. He was disgusting. Even his brother thought Edward was repulsive.
Only one family member had stuck by Edward, and that was his Aunt Esme, but she lived in London, so there was really never anyone for him when he had found Jasper.
But Jasper was worth it. Still is.
I couldn't really wrap my head around how idiotic people are, but I know that my own parents would've judged me fiercely had they been alive. And as soon as it gets out in Forks that I'm living with two men the way I am, they will judge us, too.
But I don't care about that anymore.
What we have is right for us.
Everything Edward and I talked about brought us closer, almost fusing us together, and it was wonderful. It was what we needed. We needed to make sure we were on the same page.
We didn't just talk because we thought we needed it, though. We talked because we wanted to be closer. We talked because we were interested in each others thoughts. And one example was when Edward wanted to know more about my writing. He asked if I wanted more, less, or different. And I told him I loved writing as Marie Green, and even now that I love my life, it's something I wish to continue. I also told him my dream of writing something 'normal' under my own name one day. But writing will always be for me. We'll just have to see under which name and genre one can find my work.
There was one time Edward became nervous again, but this time it wasn't apprehension or fear. He was nervous because he wanted to know what I wanted in the future. He wanted to know if I was one to want marriage and children.
He explained that a couple of years ago, they had discussed both of those subjects, and neither of them were interesting in adoption, and they both agreed that if they did have kids one day, one of them would be the biological father. He continued with explaining that after tests had been made, they found out that Jasper was close to infertile, and that that had put everything on hold. The result had caught them in a bad time of their lives when they needed good news, and this just halted them.
Edward couldn't deny that he really did want children, and his age wasn't exactly working in his favor. But his hope is to become a father before he's thirty-five.
The problem was that they both wanted children that were biologically theirs, and if Edward became a father, he would feel guilty when Jasper couldn't.
Marriage was nothing they wanted for themselves. Jasper wasn't into the whole charade at all, and Edward didn't care. The rings they wear are a symbol to them and no one else. They exchanged them because they wanted to wear that symbol.
And Edward had looked so adorably nervous when he asked what I felt regarding all this. He wanted to know if I one day saw myself getting married again. He wanted to know my own feelings towards having children. Nervously and rambling, he had almost begun to apologize for asking these kinds of questions so early in our relationship, but he just couldn't stop himself from asking, because these were thoughts he had had for a long time. This had been on his mind since he realized he was in love with me. And the fantasy of being with me had been on his mind ever since we met.
Five months. Yes, to some that's a very short period of time, especially considering how we met. I was barely alive – emotionally dead, and everything around me was shattered. But I don't care. Five months – whatever. If it's right, it's right. I love them. They love me. We want this. Of course we should talk about what we want in our future then. Especially if you're in the situation the three of us are in. It's just good that we're putting all our cards on the table. That means we know. We know what to fight for – to work for.
I had climbed up in Edward's lap and told him my truth. I told him that I don't think about marriage at the moment, but that things are different with Edward. And if he one day wants me to have his name, I will be honored. Lastly I told him I would love nothing more than to bear our children one day.
Edward threw his own rule about waiting with sex out the window right then and there in the den. He made love to me passionately, he fucked me hard and fast, he kissed, nibbled, and licked. He did it all, but no matter what, the same love was always there. Our silent conversations, our expressions, our bodies – we could just read each other so well.
That night I fell asleep in Edward's arms… in what he calls our bed. That was what had started his thinking that day. He wanted me in the same bed as him and Jasper. That was what he meant by not separating us.
To be honest, I couldn't see it the way Edward did. He said he wanted the two he loved close to him.
Bella Swan was just horny by the idea.
Of course I'll share the bed. I want nothing more than to be close to them both. But I couldn't stop the images from popping up.
You know which images I'm thinking about.
Yeah, you do.

Bella POV.
Edward and Jasper have been sitting on the porch for the past two hours. He came home from Seattle today and Edward asked me if it was okay that he spoke to Jasper about everything that's happened in the past three days.
I said 'sure', but now I'm so fucking nervous.
From my spot in the kitchen, I can see Edward's face clearly, but Jasper has his back to me. There's been smiling, chuckling, furrowed brows, chaste kissing, grinning, thoughtfulness, concern, mischief, beaming, and lots of nodding.
That's all from watching Edward.
Now, how do I interpret that?
Are things fine?
I mean, have Edward and I jumped to conclusions? Will Jasper be okay with all of this?
The thought of him being against this makes me wanna cry. I couldn't lose him. And I couldn't lose Edward. I need them.
"Hey, you."
"Holyfuckingshit!" I screamed, jumping ten feet in the air.
Okay, maybe not, but shit!
"Jasper!" I gasped after I turned around. "You fucking scared me, you piece of shit!"
I was panting and clutching my chest as he just stood there grinning with arms crossed. Fucking idiot. Sexy smirking idiot.
"Deep in thought?" he smirked. "I even said your name before I approached."
Oh.
"Well, fuck," I huffed.
It was impossible to glare at him but I sure as hell tried.
"Are ya gonna be pissy all day? Or can I kiss you now," he winked.
Huh?
And he calls me blunt?
Is… is he serious? Is everything okay? Does he want what Edward and I want?
Maybe you should answer him, Bella…
Right.
"Uhm… yes? But… is everything okay?" I asked.
"I'd say things are more than fine," he murmured and closed in the last distance between us.
Threading his hands in my hair, he looked down at me with darkened blue eyes, and it was our love, it was trust, mischief, friendship, adoration, hope, and want.
Sighing in relief and contentment, I closed my eyes just as his soft lips met mine, and it was different. It was lust and love. It was playfulness and comfort.
Light and easy.
It was perfect for Bella and Jasper.
It was seriously turning me on.
His tongue swiped against my bottom lip, and with a moan, I parted my lips. Our tongues met carefully – like testing the waters – but it wasn't enough. Even with Jasper I wanted more. So, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and our bodies came together as our kiss deepened. The feeling of him against me… so hard to explain, but it's like he's increasing my libido.
Aphrodisiac.
Never breaking the building kiss, Jasper led me backwards until we reached the kitchen island, and then he lifted me up – cupping my ass – and ground me against him, making me whimper in his mouth as I felt his hard cock.
Panties soaked? Check.
"Fuck, Bella," he groaned before thrusting his tongue deep in my mouth.
All of the sudden I felt Edward's presence, and I opened my eyes to see his lust filled ones staring right back at me, and I moaned loudly as he pressed against Jasper all while keeping his intense gaze with me locked.
Jasper broke our kiss and we panted breathlessly, but soon he dipped down to kiss my neck, and I tilted my head to give him access.
'I love you,' Edward mouthed before his lips went to Jasper's neck – his eyes still locked with mine.
'I love you, too,' I mouthed back, and then I closed my eyes to just feel.
It was hot, so hot… the tension thick and heavy… panting and shivering, there was nothing I could do but to follow my body's needs.
Then there were four hands on me and I moaned out loudly as I felt the distinct spark that left my skin on fire from Edward's touch. Goosebumps appeared and I trembled – this was it – I was so ready for more.
I needed it.
And as Edward could read my mind… "Take her, Jazz," he whispered.
Oh, God.
"Fuck, she tastes good," Jasper groaned, licking my collarbone.
The next thing I knew was Jasper pulling off my tank top before lowering me down on the counter top. I didn't even feel the cold surface as heat already surging in my body won easily.
"She's gorgeous," Jasper whispered as his hands covered my breasts.
I arched my back to feel more, but they were clearly in charge.
"I know," Edward murmured, caressing my stomach reverently.
I adore you.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down had me moaning in anticipation, and when I heard Jasper's loud groan, I propped myself up on my elbows to see… oh… my… god… Edward stroking Jasper's cock so close to my clothed pussy.
"Please," I whimpered. "Oh, God, you're beautiful."
"You like that, angel?" Edward murmured. "You like me touching him this way?"
"Fuck, yes," I breathed.
To be honest, I was getting tired of doing nothing, so with a determined push, I hopped off the counter, and sunk to my knees right in front of Jasper.
They hadn't anticipated my movement, and they both hissed as I placed my hand above Edward's – us both now moving on Jasper's cock.
More. I want more, Edward.
Leaning in, I flicked my tongue at the head of his dick, and Edward let go of him abruptly as Jasper moaned.
"Fuck, I have to see this," Edward breathed.
In my peripheral I could see Edward touch himself a few feet away from us, but all I focused on now was Jasper.
His cock was long and thick, and I almost had the urge to name it, but those were the feelings Jasper brought out of me. Mischief and playfulness.
"You want my mouth on you, Jazz?" I murmured and planted an openmouthed kiss on the head. I fucking savored the taste of his pre-cum.
"God, yes," he moaned.
As I eased him into my mouth, I took pleasure of hearing both my men groan. It made me feel powerful.
Humming around him, I began to move in and out, cupping his balls and tugging slightly.
"Fuck, you're good," he gasped. "Shit!"
It was instinctual and frenzied as I worked him, and I lived for the noises they both made. It made me want more. It made me want to do more… harder.
"Bella… Fuck, I'm already close," Jasper gritted and pulled out of my mouth.
I whimpered at the loss and actually pouted.
He lifted me up to a stand and dipped down to kiss me sweetly. "The first time, I want to cum inside you."
Oh, God.
"Okay," I breathed.
"Edward told me you like it rough? Is that true, baby?" he asked tauntingly.
Glancing over at Edward, I saw him send me a wicked smirk that sent a rush of wetness to my pussy.
I could only nod to Jasper.
"Perfect, Bella," he breathed against my neck. "You're perfect."
For just a moment, I had my eyes closed, but when I opened them again, I felt Edward's hand grab me. He was now standing next to the kitchen island, and he dipped down to kiss me softly, making me forget the world… until I felt Jasper grab my hips and pull me in his direction, also yanking down my shorts and panties.
And when I felt Jasper's cock tease my slit, I knew what the plan was.
With Jasper behind me, and Edward in front of me…
"Jesus, so wet, Bella," Jasper murmured, dragging his cock up and down the length of my sex… driving me insane!
"Taste her, Jazz," Edward said, stroking himself right in front of my face.
Please… just please…
I gasped out loud as I felt the motherfucking magic of Jasper's fingers dive into me and immediately hit my spot. Okay,sohehasmagicfingers.Tosaytheleast.
Unfortunately, his fingers left my pussy too quickly.
"She tastes good, doesn't she?" Edward murmured huskily, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Fucking amazing."
Jesus, they're playing me.
"She really does," Jasper hummed. "Can't wait to feel those juices on my cock."
You don't have to wait, I wanted to say. But instead, I took matter into my own hands… or mouth.
I sent Edward a wink before I quickly grabbed his huge erection, and lowered my mouth on it.
"Fucking Christ, Bella!" he moaned.
I smirked internally, feeling him twitch in my mouth, and then I relaxed my throat so I could swallow around him. And I sucked him as hard as I could.
"Holy shit," he panted breathlessly. "Jazz, fuck her!" he growled.
Christ, I could cum just by listening to him…
As soon as I felt Jasper at my entrance, I let Edward go for a second just in case I'd involuntarily clamp my teeth down-
"Oh, my God, Jasper!" I gasped as he drove into me.
There was just so much happening around me, and it was getting really difficult to focus. What should I focus on? Edward touching himself right in front of me? Him kissing my neck? Jasper fucking me relentlessly? Jasper's Houdini-fingers rubbing my clit? Oh, and then there's the whole orgasm-building inside me.
Suck Edward's magnificent cock…
Yes, please.
Breathing deeply and erratically through my nose, I lowered myself on Edward's cock again, and I shivered violently as he threaded his fingers through my hair – his touch always so worshipping in some way.
"So… tight," Jasper gritted, and I was already getting so close.
So close.
Focusing as much as possible on Edward, I swallowed around him, tugged on his balls, and let my tongue swirl – basically multitasking – because the thing is that I really want Edward to be my firsts. He was the first in this relationship to fuck me, love me, and cum inside me. And now I want him to be the first to cum in my mouth – before I cum with Jasper.
But my fucking God, that's going to be hard if Jasper keeps up his magic touch with his fingers.
"Angel… fuck, I'm close," Edward grunted.
Oh God…
I was on fire, and I was getting desperate for more air, but what I found more important was their pleasure. I wanted to give them everything.
Clenching my walls around Jasper fiercely, I simultaneously sucked Edward in as deep and hard as I could, even grazing my teeth against his thick cock.
And then I heard them both.
"Ah, shit, Bella!" Jasper gasped.
"Fuck, baby!" Edward growled.
He came hard and fast, and thankfully Jasper slowed just a little as I drank my Edward down. It was so primal, so sexy, and it left me closer to the edge than before – really feeling the orgasm shake my core – and Edward's face was beautifully contorted as I took everything he gave me.
As soon as Edward had come down from his high, I let him go and started panting furiously, and allowed myself to focus on what Jasper gave me.
"Oh, shit, fucking hell," I panted breathlessly as he hit my g-spot. "Right… there, Jasper!"
Edward kissed me, whispered to me, and soon it all became too much.
"Cum, baby girl," Edward whispered. "Cum on Jasper's cock."
I constricted, trembled and shook – my body convulsing as everything exploded, and I practically gasped and sobbed out my mindblowing orgasm.
Jasper followed with a loud groan, and together we rode it out.
As my orgasm subsided, Jasper caught me right before I collapsed, and he brought me to his lap, sitting on the floor.
We were all catching our breath on the floor, and when my breathing returned to normal, my post-coital bliss just made everything so quiet and peaceful.
I smiled lazily into Jasper's collarbone, hoping that I would always remember this moment.
Edward POV.
Thirty years on this planet, and I'm finally blissfully happy. Everything is great. The two most important people are with me, and I have everything I want in this moment.
What's even greater is that Bella and Jazz feels the same.
It had hit me so hard when I felt the insane connection with Bella – like she's my other half – and I had been scared. It had terrified me because I didn't expect the war of emotions inside me. My body and heart didn't want to fight the revelation that Bella's my soulmate. But there was still my love for Jasper that made me feel guilty. Like betrayal.
Bella had put my mind at ease when she explained she felt the same for me. It made my heart soar to have her say that she felt the same connection. The way we could converse with our eyes, the way we could read each other bodies, and the way we could feel each other before the touch… it's just too much to deny.
And being with Bella… There is no describing what I felt when we shared our first night together. I had lied awake for hours, just watching her.
I could see everything in her. I could see my future, and I would literally die if she left me.
I had compared my feelings, and I had compared Bella and Jasper. They were so different yet the same. Both beautiful souls with big hearts. Both insanely attractive – just very different.
Jasper and I have been with each other for seven years. He's my first and only man. And I know I'm the first man he fell in love with. What he and I have is comforting, relaxed, and natural. We're both the same. We know when to back off because the other needs space, and we know when to push because the other one is closing himself in. But we're men – the same kind of man. We've never felt that need to shower the other one with compliments or be cheesy romantic with each other. What we have has always been solid. We love each other, we say it frequently, and we have our rings as that symbol. And I don't know if it has anything to do with us being bisexual, but we've always felt that there is something you do with women, and then something you do with men.
It's hard to explain, but I noticed the differences as soon as I realized what I felt for Bella. With her I wanted all that romance. I want to constantly tell her how beautiful she is, and how perfect I think she is. Never with Jasper, because we just knew. We know how attracted we are to the other, and we know our love will be there. And once again, it's hard to explain, because it's the same with Bella. We know – it's so easy to see how much we love each other… and yet still, I want to be vocal in my affection as well.
With her I want all that cheesy romance. I wish to take her out on dates – the problem is that I want to do this alone. That's something I wish to have with her, and her only.
Yes, I was scared.
I was so conflicted that I was close to tears when I spoke to Bella about it in the kitchen, and I'm not a very emotional man. Not when it comes to crying, anyway.
Then we had spent the remainder of that day in the den, just talking it all out. I had shared my past with her, and she had been showing the emotions I only feel inside. She had been the one cursing and crying when I told her about my family, and she had been the one comforting when I told her about my marriage. She was just there, listening, comforting, caring.
And when I voiced my wish for marriage and children, Bella once again proved to be my soulmate. She has no idea how overwhelming it felt to have her feel the same about me. Not having children has been one of my biggest fears, being in a gay relationship, and I didn't know just how much that had pained me until Bella told me she did see children in our future.
It was like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and it was nothing but heart warming to feel that relief.
Still, everything wasn't perfect yet. Jazz was still out of town and we needed to talk to him about all this. I knew he would be thrilled that everything worked out, but I was still nervous in the regard of my feelings.
But Jasper being Jasper calmed me. For two hours we stood out there, and I told him everything. I told him what had transpired since he left, and I told him the conversation Bella and I had had the previous night. And Jazz noticed my connection with her when I spoke about her, and that's when he calmed my fears. He knew it wasn't a competition, he knew I loved him, he knew I wanted them both. He just knew.
And that is what has made me the luckiest bastard on earth.

Edward POV.

*o*o*o*

I wanna kiss you

I wanna stop the conversation

I wanna feel you

I wanna lean my body into yours

Walk with me upon the path I see

Oh, a cozy home

Nestled in an English garden scene

But for now I'll be Lolita if you please

~Laura Cole – I wanna kiss you

*o*o*o*

"We should do something," Jazz sighed as he abused the remote control. Clearly it wasn't being nice to him. Clearly it was unable to deliver. Clearly there was nothing good on the TV. "Fucking shit."
"What did the remote ever do to you?" I chuckled, watching as he zapped through the channels by punching down the buttons with unnecessary force.
I knew he was being moody. Actually we both were but I wasn't quite as bad as Jazz.
Why?
Because we've been working all day. Jazz had a crappy meeting in Port Angeles with clients, and I had a crappy day with patients. Yeah. So, we came home, hungry, tired, and grumpy.
Only to find Bella locked up in her office, working on one of her stories.
Then when Bella emerged an hour later, the only thing Jazz and I had accomplished was showering off the day, but not completely because we were still moody and… I'll admit; bitchy. However, Bella's a strong woman and she didn't take out shit. She just ordered us away while she started on dinner, and it smells fucking amazing, but we're not allowed to show our asses in the kitchen until she says so.
At home, she's boss lady.
So, now we're lounging in the den, wearing pajama bottoms. Pajama bottoms to make this day go away. This day of suits, meetings, appointments, and complaining. Simply put; it's just been one of those days.
"Damnit, I'm starving," I muttered. "Maybe we should just order pizza. I mean, we can eat what Bella cooks, too. It's not like one pizza would ruin our appetite."
Jazz was still zapping through the channels, sighing and huffing.
"Are you even listening to me?" I asked, getting annoyed already.
"No. Did you see what Bella was wearing?"
I laughed incredulously at the change of topic, but… yeah, I saw what she was wearing.
I'm not blind.
"Yeah," I sighed, leaning back on the couch.
Nothing but a midnight blue satin robe that ended mid-thigh.
Yeah.
"And she order us away? That's just not right, Edward."
Believe me, I know.
Jazz and I had been all over her when she emerged from her office, but still she pushed us away.
Cocktease is what she is.
And fuck, it's her fault. These past couple of days since our first time in the kitchen… Christ, we've been… busy, so to speak.
"It's official," Jazz huffed, also slumping back on the couch. "Two hundred channels and there's shit on."
Another wave of deliciousness wafted into the den then, and we both groaned out of hunger.
"It's her Chicken Parmesan, Edward," Jazz grumbled.
We love her Chicken Parmesan.
"I know," I muttered, placing my arm on the back of the couch as I looked over my shoulder. Not that I saw anything but I still looked, hoping, wishing Bella would appear and tell us dinner was ready. "So fucking starving."
On more than food.
The tie around her waist had taunted us. It would've been so easy to just yank it open, exposing her…
Fuck.
With a fucking pout that only Bella could bring out, Jazz let his head fall back, closer to me.
"She won't see that, you know," I chuckled quietly, eyeing his mopey pout.
Leaning forward, resting my forehead against his, I kissed said pout.
"Don't turn me on," he mumbled, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. "I won't be able to survive."
I chuckled into the kiss, placing my right hand on the back of his neck. "What, horniness and hunger's the way to take you down?" I asked, pushing my tongue inside his mouth. "Good to know… Fuck…"
He pulled me closer. I took the hint and pushed him down on the couch.
I hovered over him, kissed his jaw, moaning into his mouth as he dragged his fingers across my back.
"Maybe she'll come if… mmm, fuck… she knows what we're doing," he groaned quietly, rubbing his hardening cock against mine.
Fuck yes.
"Then let her know. Now," I growled, placing openmouthed kisses on his neck. "Get her in here."
I rubbed my erection against his, hard.
"Bella!" he moaned loudly, sending shivers through me. "Get your sweet ass in here!"
Images of the three of us from last night flashed before my eyes. Limbs tangled. Mouths tasting. Hands roaming. Fuck, we had been desperate in here yesterday. On the thick rug in front of the fire. Bella had told us that she had seen us one night in here… she told her how indescribably turned on she was. That was the trigger for me and Jazz, and we had seduced her right then and there, taking everything she offered us.
My cock throbbed. Jazz felt it and slid his hand between our bodies. God, I groaned internally, feeling him wrap his fingers around my cock. Be gone, fabric.
Damnit, angel, get in here. We need you.
"Fuck," I grunted, bucking against his hand.
Then our stomachs growled.
God-fucking-damnit. Yeah, we stilled.
"That is fucking it," Jazz huffed, pushing me off him. "Bella's killing me with horniness and food, and you're killing me with horniness. I swear you're conspiring against me."
I chuckled, still breathing heavily, and watched as he started pacing in front of me, most likely trying to get his erection down and breathing under control.
"Bella, baby?" I called, still chuckling breathlessly. "You're killing Jazz here!"
Another huff coming from Jazz. "You're not innocent, Edward."
I just shrugged and adjusted my cock.
Down, boy.
Down.
Then… finally… "Alright, you horny fuckers, dinner's ready!"
As if on cue, our stomachs growled again, and we were off in a flash, not caring that we would look like two complete idiots strolling into the kitchen with semi erections. It was what it was.
However, before I reached the kitchen, I made sure to put on my glasses, knowing just what Bella thought of them. And I doubt I could please her more than entering the kitchen in nothing but my light blue pajama bottoms and my glasses. Oh, and the erection I was still trying to will down. But yeah, I knew she had a thing for my glasses, not to mention the new way I was dressed at home.
She had a thing for my cock, too.
"You two are insatiable," Bella giggled, taking her seat by the kitchen island.
Jazz and I froze, staring at her incredulously because… Come. On. Bella. Who the hell are you to talk, you nymph?
"What?" she asked innocently, pouring wine into our glasses.
By the way, she was still wearing that tiny robe. Nothing else. I knew, we both did, Jazz and I, because we had seen her bend over to check the over before she ordered us away.
"You wanna talk insatiable, sweetheart?" Jazz asked, arching a brow.
"Don't know what you're talking about," she said dismissively. "Besides, I'm different. I'm sexually deprived. You aren't."
Nice try, I thought dryly and took my seat next to her.
"Whatever you say, baby," I said, patting her shoulder.
Jazz took his seat on the other side of Bella but he was out of the conversation because I saw him pretty much eye-fucking the counter, so… I sorta did the same, and yeah, I'm out of the conversation now, too. Holy fuck.
"My mouth is watering," Jazz whispered.
There was food everywhere. And that's when I noticed everything else, too. The lights were dimmed and candles were lit. Wine. There was food everywhere. Her Chicken Parmesan in the middle. Penne pasta. Salads. Mozzarella and tomatoes. Olives. Good God.
"Have I told you that I love you, baby?" I asked her, still eyeing the food.
"Mmhmm, me, too. I love you, Bella," Jazz murmured, most likely also keeping his eyes on the food.
The fucking feast.
"Naw, shucks," Bella chuckled. "I love you, too, boys. Now, dig in."
And we did.
We ate like the men we are.
Bella might have sent us some weird looks but Jazz and I were too busy eating to decipher them.
"Mind telling us what you've been writing all day, baby girl?" Jazz asked, sipping his wine as he eyed Bella's robe appreciatively. "Cause you looked a little flushed when we got home, you know."
Good question. Good question.
"I'd like to hear that as well," I murmured, cocking an eyebrow as I noticed how Bella squirmed in her seat a little. "You must have been writing something… quite hot."
She flushed. Even her chest. And she sipped her wine, obviously stalling.
I wasn't having it, and neither was Jazz who was out of his seat before I could get up, so I remained seated and watched as Jasper stood behind her, leaning down. Breathing her in, making Bella squirm more. He moved her hair. I swallowed. Fuck. I couldn't tear my eyes off of her. The way she tried to remain cool, calm and collected. It wasn't working. Not when Jazz repeated his question very huskily. Not when his hands slid around her and up, fuck, to cup her breasts.
"Tell us, baby," he growled quietly in her ear. "Tell us what you were writing."
Her eyes closed. Her chest heaved.
My cock hardened. Fuck.
My fingers twitched. I wanted it. Her. I needed to have my hands on her, too.
I needed it. Even more when Jazz tugged her ponytail back and captured her mouth with his own. My eyes narrowed.
I was hard.
I needed.
"Tell us, Isabella," he breathed in her mouth as he cupped her breasts again. Pulling and kneading, pleasuring her. "You know you will. Quit stalling, baby."
She whimpered.
I clenched my teeth.
Something's not quite…
I shook my head, clearing it.
Then I was out of my seat, unable to just stand by. Closing the last distance, I stood next to them both, not hesitating when I fisted Jasper's hair, breaking their kiss. But fuck, I needed, too.
"Time for bed," I gritted out. "Both of you. Up. Now."
They both moaned at my demanding voice, and I backed away slightly.
"I won't repeat myself," I said quietly but firmly before I blew out the candles. "I want you both naked in our bed within the next two minutes."
Then I headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time, and turned for the bathroom.
I was trembling. Pumping and surging. I felt like an animal.
My cock was painfully hard.
I knew I needed to calm down but it was fucking hard. Even as I splashed water on my face, I couldn't control my breathing. It was both of them driving me to the brink of insanity. Both of them being so incredibly sensual and sexy. Then both of them using that on each other… Fuck, I couldn't stand it. It was too much. And I had a need for control. I needed to be in control.
A couple of minutes later, I left the bathroom and walked straight into a wet dream. My dream. Because naked on our kingsized bed, Jazz and Bella kissed passionately, letting their hands roam freely.
I watched as Jazz buried his face in Bella's neck. I watched as her head tipped back, giving him more access. I watched as her hands trailed his back, spurring him on.
Then she saw me, and I found pleasure in the way her eyes darkened further.
The way the two of us could feel each others presence.
You and me.
My bottoms were gone. My glasses and boxers, too.
"Edward," Bella whimpered. "We need you, baby."
I approached the bed, climbing in on Jasper's side, and he turned to me, rolling over on his back as I moved closer. Dipping down, I kissed him hard, immediately pushing my tongue inside his mouth. And Bella… oh, Bella. She moved closer, too, and started kissing Jasper's neck. The two of us moved over him with my body closest, pinning him to the bed with mine.
Eager and needing to feel more of Bella, I snaked my right arm around her waist, pulling her closer so I could feel her skin. Fuck, I was a savage. Rough, pushing and pulling. Needing.
When Jazz started panting, I broke our kiss, only to kiss Bella instead.
I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth. My hand cradled her neck, making sure she stayed close, and Jasper… fuck, he moved under me, seeking friction. Hands everywhere, Bella's whimpers in my mouth, her sweet taste invading my senses, my cock sliding along Jasper's, Bella's breasts pressing against my side. Fuck. More. I needed more.
"Taste so good, baby," I groaned in her mouth. "Fuck, more."
"Yeees," she moaned wantonly. "Christ, baby… lie back," she panted, breaking our kiss. "Let us make you feel good, Edward… please…"
Fuck.
Jasper murmured his agreement with Bella and pushed me down next to her so that I was on my back between the two. Then they both moved over me, making me moan loudly when I felt their hands, their eager, followed by their mouths.
"Where do you want me, Edward," Jazz asked huskily as he kissed my chest. "Anything and it's yours."
I growled and threaded my fingers through his hair, guiding him down my body.
"Suck my cock," I moaned, and Bella was there then, kissing my face. "Fuck, I love you… both of you… yesss," I hissed, feeling his hot mouth take me down. Deep down, no teasing. Tongue swirling around the head and down again. "Goddamnit, Jazz… just like that…"
"And where do you want me, Edward?" Bella purred, nibbling on my lip. "Do you want my mouth on you, too?"
"Fuck yes!" I grunted as I hit the back of Jasper's throat. "You, too, baby girl," I moaned. "Suck me off."
She moaned and I gave her the same treatment, threading my fingers through her hair before guiding her down to where Jasper was.
"That's it," I moaned quietly, watching as the two licked, kissed, and suckled my cock. "Fucking hell, what a sight," I breathed. There was no way I could look away. What they did to me… pleasuring me… Licking, making me wet, sucking, making me moan, taking turns like they were both addicted to me. Fuck. Their tongues met as they both kissed the head of my throbbing cock.
"Fuck, Bella!" I groaned as she took me down her throat. Deeply, holy shit, I was really down there, and God, the way her throat constricted around me. "Christ, baby girl," I moaned, "So fucking eager."
The woman moaned around me.
I was harder than steel, in awe of her. As was Jasper.
His hands, mouth, on my balls, licking, kissing, pleasuring.
"You taste so good," Bella whimpered, suckling the head of my cock. "I want more, baby."
I locked eyes with her, saw her raw need. And all I wanted was to pleasure her, to give her what she needed and desired.
"Anything, Isabella," I whispered. "Name it."
"Want me to fuck you?" I asked, motioning for her to come closer, which she did. "Want my cock inside that tight pussy of yours?"
"God, yes," she begged.
Jazz sucked my cock into his mouth again then, and there was one thing I wanted before I finally fucked her again.
Tugging her even closer, I whispered against her mouth. "Give me your sweet pussy first. I need to lick it."
She flushed, panted and whimpered.
"Straddle my face, baby," I murmured huskily.
Jasper hummed around me, making me grunt and buck my hips against him. "Goddamnit, Jazz," I breathed. "Fuck, yes… right there…"
Oh, God…
And Bella obeyed. Straddling my face, giving me her sweet pussy, and I wasted no time, especially not when I saw arousal glisten along her slit. She really fucking needed me.
I breathed her in, a growl rumbling in my chest, and my tongue tasted her. Lapping and delving deeper, I drank from her without teasing. Entering her. Fingers. Tongue. Moans.
Cupping her luscious ass, I pushed her down on me, effectively buying my face in her pussy, and I lived for the sounds they both gave me. Jasper's humming and moaning around me. Bella's gasps and whimpers as she fucked my face.
When she had finally given into her body's instincts, I let her ass go and returned one hand to Jasper's hair while the other caressed Bella's smooth thigh. It was everything. Damn, pleasure everywhere. And still, I needed more. I wanted to please them both just as they pleased me.
Plus, I was getting close, and I was nowhere near done with these two.
"Baby," I breathed heavily, dropping openmouthed kisses on her clit. "You want my cock, don't you?"
"Yes," she moaned. "I do… Oh, God, I need it…"
I already knew how I wanted them.
"Then sit on it," I grunted, tugging on Jasper's hair. He released it with a pop. "Sit on my cock and fuck me."
"Okay," she breathed heavily, dismounting my face.
"Jazz," I moaned as he kissed his way up my body. "Oh, fuck, Jazz…"
He reached my mouth, kissed me hard, passionately, and I returned it eagerly, loving the taste of myself in his mouth. And Bella straddled me, no teasing, and sank down on my cock in one swift move, making me groan in Jasper's mouth. Fuck. She really didn't waste time, that woman. Christ, in her pace I was going to cum fast.
"Give me your cock, baby," I moaned in his mouth. "Let me suck you off. I know you want it."
They both moaned.
"Christ, Edward," he breathed as I propped myself up on my elbows.
Leaning over me, he gripped the headboard for support.
I licked my lips. "Touch yourself, Bella," I murmured huskily as I watched Jazz's cock. "I want you to touch your clit and fuck me hard while I suck Jasper's cock."
"Oh, fuck, Edward!" Bella moaned, sinking down on me harder.
The position I was in wasn't the most comfortable for oral sex but it worked in order to keep my climax at bay, and I wanted this. I needed their sounds of pleasure. I needed them to be utterly satisfied by what I could give them. So, when Jazz was close enough, I sucked him in immediately. I tasted the pre-cum that had leaked out. Fuck. More. I took him down the way I knew he loved it, sucking him hard, grazing my teeth along his erection, and the sounds followed. It was both of them. Bella's moaning as she used my cock for her pleasure. Jasper's grunts as he slowly fucked my mouth.
His hands in my hair, making me shiver.
Her hands on my thighs as she leaned back for a better angle.
Fuck, I was there. Deep inside of her.
"I'm close, Edward," she panted. "Fuck, your cock… oh, God…"
I hummed around Jasper's length, feeling my own release come closer and closer.
Shivers. Goose bumps.
Shifting slightly, I held myself up on just one arm and elbow, and then I gave Jasper what I knew he loved. It was what I knew drove him mad. It was what I loved doing for him. We all had turn-ons and his was definitely ass play. So, slowly I used my free hand and circled his entrance. And already he knew.
"Fuck, Edward," he whimpered.
Need.
"Give them to me first, Edward," Bella gasped, and before I could fully register her words, she leaned forward and sucked my two fingers inside her mouth.
I groaned as I licked the underside of Jazz's cock.
"Fucking hell, baby doll," Jasper groaned, obviously seeing what Bella was doing.
"Much better," she moaned, releasing my fingers.
Wet fingers.
As I swirled my tongue around Jasper, I pushed my two fingers inside of him. His response was instant. Grunting and bucking against me, he sped up. I continued fucking his ass with my fingers, but I knew. I knew I wasn't going to last. Fuck. The coil. The tingling.
"I can feel you, baby," Bella cried out. "So hard… oh, God… cum inside me, Edward… please!"
Fuck!
I released Jasper's cock, unable to fight it, and I closed my eyes tightly, feeling every muscle in my body tingle and tense as the orgasm rushed through me. Powerful. Mindblowing.
Out of instinct, I thrust my hips upwards, meeting Bella's thrust, and she was done.
I came hard, spilling into her convulsing pussy as she moaned out her own release.
I wished I could see her.
It was then I opened my eyes to find Jasper pumping his cock in front of my face, and I moaned involuntarily, also twitching inside Bella's pussy. Yes. My eyes snapped to Jasper's and I sped up my movements, fucking his ass harder and faster.
He understood and pushed his cock into my mouth again.
"Fuck. Close, Edward," he gritted out.
I felt him. Knew his signs.
It didn't take long until I tasted him more. More. Swelling, throbbing.
"I'm… oh, fuck, Edward, I'm cumming," he moaned loudly.
And he did.
In hot streams, he came down my throat, and I took it all, bringing him back slowly and surely.
"Fucking hell," he panted as he collapsed next to me. "Fucking… fucking… hell…"
I was on the same page, breathing heavily as I relaxed down onto the bed. Completely spent, sated and satisfied.
Then came the shivers as I felt Bella's soft kisses. Still straddling me. I was still inside her. Hot, warm, soaked. Enveloped.
She whispered in between kissed. "That… was… so… sexy… Christ…"
I hummed, snaking my arms around her.
The bed shifted and I felt Jasper, too then, as he scooted closer, and it was the three of us. Bella on top of me. Jasper right next to me.
Yeah. Heaven.
"I love you," Jasper sighed contently, kissing Bella's lips softly before kissing me, too. "And you. I love you, too. But I'm fucking spent."
I chuckled breathlessly.
"Same here," Bella hummed, kissing my jaw. I tightened my hold on her. "I love you."
"I love you," I said, nuzzling my nose with hers before capturing her mouth with mine. "Both of you…"
But…
No buts.
Live in the moment.
So, I did.

*O*O*O*

It took a few days but Jazz and I finally managed to get the truth out of Bella. And it turned out that it was about us she had written. Me and Jazz.
She was ready to watch us.
She needed a few days, though, because she had evidently bought something online that needed to arrive first. Don't ask me what it was because she refused to tell us.
"Stop, Jazz! I'm not telling you!" Bella squealed as Jasper tickled the shit out of her.
Yes, we were still trying to find out.
I mean, what would she need to buy? It was just me and Jazz.
"Edward! Aren't you gonna… gaaaah! Save me?"
"No," I chuckled, shaking my head before I returned to the article I was writing for a medical journal. "You're on your own, love."
I could've worked on the article in my office on the third floor but… for some reason I didn't. I wanted to be closer to Bella… and Jasper.
"Just tell us, sweetheart," Jazz whined.
"No!" she laughed. "Now get off me, cause I need to start dinner."
I chuckled at the two, cause they acted like goofs sometimes.
"Fine," Jazz huffed. "I need to get some work done anyway. Lemme know when it's dinner." And with that said, he trudged the stairs to his office upstairs.
"Such a boy," Bella snickered as we both listened to Jazz stomp his way up the stairs. "Sport, sex, and food. That's it, huh?"
"You say that like it's a bad thing," I joked, keeping my eyes on the lap top in my… well, lap. "But you forgot work. Advertising is on his mind, too."
"Like psychology is on your mind?" she asked, sliding closer to me on the couch. "Whatcha writing anyway?"
I withheld the smile. But I was on to her. She couldn't be coy for shit.
"I am writing an article on men going through divorces," I replied, and it was getting hard to focus. Especially when she was sitting so close. "It's for a study they're doing at Stanford University."
"That sounds interesting," she said, and the tension lifted as she sat up straighter. "Why men and not women?" she asked curiously.
It took no convincing to get me to talk. It was my passion after all, and I loved that Bella took interest in my work.
"Because there have been so many studies on women already," I told her, shrugging a little. "They asked me to participate after one of my previous articles. And that one had been about women. This is pretty much an after study because they gathered a lot of attention, and they wanted to focus on men now."
"Wow. That's really amazing, Edward," she murmured. "So, will you go to Stanford or something?"
My heart constricted. I knew why. She was just… loving. Attentive and caring.
I sighed contently and closed the laptop, always eager to just… talk to Bella. She was a smart woman and like I said, I loved that we had much in common.
"They asked me to," I said, facing her on the couch. "They invited me, like they did last time, but I said no. I don't really see the point, and I don't need it. It would only be to present the article before they publish it, and they can do that without me." Again I shrugged because to me it wasn't a big deal. Writing articles was fun and I loved throwing myself into a subject on the depth, but once the work was done, I was done and ready to move on. The publishing and the dinners wasn't for me. Never had been. That was more my father. "Public events aren't really for me," I added in a chuckle.
She smiled ruefully, knowing exactly what had been on my mind. I had told her much about my family and they were the ones attending charity functions, banquets and benefits. I never saw the point. I mean, why spend a thousand dollars on a fancy plate of food when that money could go to whatever charity they were having the dinners for. To me it's ridiculous to host an expensive dinner and then once you're there and you have paid the insane amount for said plate, you still have to donate. It seems easier, to me, if you just donate. Simple as that. You don't need the fucking dinner.
Unless you feel like you're there to show your fancy family off, of course.
"But is this really the same, baby?" she asked softly. "A public event like this would only be to give you the credit you deserve, right? It wouldn't be for fancy suits and Botox-wives, would it?"
True. But it was still too close to home. Too close to what I grew up with, and I didn't want that. I didn't want shallow and fake. I wanted comfortable and relaxing. Casual.
"It's still not me," I hummed, relaxing as she slid her fingers through my hair. Automatically I leaned back against the couch. It was heaven. "I'd much rather stay here, you know," I murmured, tilting my head to face her. "Here I have everything I need and want."
I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, once again feeling my chest constrict as she smiled beautifully and leaned into my hand, kissing my palm before leaning forward to kiss my lips.
"I love you, you know," she murmured softly against my mouth. "And no matter what you do, I think you're amazing."
Jesus…
"Do you?" I whispered. The question was out before I could stop it.
"I do," she replied firmly, cradling my face. "Edward, I can't even begin to imagine the pain you must have felt, but what I can do is make sure you know that you didn't deserve any of it." Crawling onto my lap, she continued, softly but still firmly. "What I can do is make you see how wonderful you are. For everything you do. Whether it's work or something with me or Jazz, you're amazing and someone to be proud of."
I blinked. Stared blankly at her. Completely immobilized.
She knew of my insecurities of course, and truth be told, I loved my life and my insecurities rarely got in the way, but she still knew it was there and… the things she told me… I wondered if she knew how much they mattered to me.
"I love you." It was all I could say.
I love you… so much. With all my…
"I love you, too," she said simply. "I'm here for you, and if you don't want to go to Stanford because it's not you, then I support that wholeheartedly. The only thing I wouldn't support is hiding, cause you're stronger than that."
Still pretty much speechless. She was… Christ… no words.
But her words still turned and twisted in my head. It wasn't me, and I had no desire to go to Stanford, but… there was one thing. It wasn't big but… I had thought about it a few times over the years and I always questioned myself.
"They've asked me to teach seminars," I said quietly. "Not Stanford but a few other universities."
"Do you think I could?" I asked, finally meeting her eyes.
"Yes."
So simple. A yes. To her it was obvious. She had faith in me.
"I love you," I said again, kissing her chastely. "I'll think about it."
"Please do and I'm here when you wanna talk about it," she replied. Then came a wicked grin. "But I gotta say, Professor Cullen sounds… very… sexy."
Goddamn.
Twitch.
"Oh, yeah?" I whispered, letting my lips ghost over her jaw. "Does my Bella have a naughty fantasy?"
"Hmmm," she hummed, rolling her hips over my crotch. "Bella has several."
I tightened my hold on her hips, pulling her closer to me.
"Do tell, baby girl," I growled playfully as I kissed her neck.
"I will," she purred. "But not now. I really do need to prepare dinner."
With a wink she was gone.
Fucking tease.
"You just earned yourself a spanking, Ms. Swan," I called after her.
"Can't wait!" she called back.
Seriously. Nymph.
That night I spanked her. Hard. We both did, Jazz and I.

*O*O*O*

We stared at her, hoping to hell that she was fucking with us.
But she just sat there. On the kitchen counter, looking awfully happy with herself.
She had just told us everything, explained… everything.
"You're kidding, right?" Jasper exclaimed. "You want us to fuck outdoors? It's freezing, Bella!"
"What he said," I said, nodding in Jasper's direction.
Bella had told us last night that today was the day because a big ass box had been delivered to the house yesterday, and now everything was in place. She was ready to take notes. She was ready to watch. She was telling us it was taking place in the backyard. She… was fucking insane.
The delivery, by the way, wasn't just big. It was massive, and inside the massive box were parts you put together to make heaters. Mentioned heaters, four of them, was to be put up outside to create some sort of cocoon, big enough for the three of us to move around freely. And these fucking heaters were in place this morning when Jazz and I woke up. Actually, we woke up just in time to see a couple of men take off – men that Bella had hired to construct this shit. So, now we had a heated space created – a space that would make sure our dicks didn't fall off. I know, bullshit. There was also a tree – Bella's reason for all this. She wanted us to use the tree because apparently our jobs wouldn't sell. No, apparently it wasn't enough to have a PHD in psychology, and it wasn't exciting enough to have a job in advertising. So, Bella had changed our jobs in her book… about us.
Now, Jazz and I both worked in construction… in the book. About. Us. In the book about our lives. Granted, I didn't expect her to use our real names, which she didn't and for that we were thankful. Same went for locations. We don't live in Forks in the book. But… our jobs? Come on.
Not that I didn't see Bella's angle, though, because I sure did. She had even put up a survey on her Marie Green-site where she asked her readers about fantasies.
Construction workers were apparently a hit. Tool belts, you know. Manly men, coming home after a hard day's work. Work where you use your hands. Yeah, apparently women eat that shit right up. So, now we're construction workers, Jazz and I.
And she wants us to use the nature.
I know, insane.
"Don't worry, boys," she said like nothing was fucked up in the world. "We'll get the hot tub going on the porch, so you can hop right in after you're done."
Does not make me feel better.
"Look, baby," Jasper said, putting on a serious face. "It's not like we need to act it out just like in the book, right? I mean, can't we just use a wall right here? Inside where it's toasty warm? We can always pretend it's a fucking tree."
"Yes, that sounds good," I said. "I can pretend. I can pretend real good."
But no. Bella wouldn't have it, stating that it wasn't just our positions she wanted us to try out. It was also the environment to see if it was feasible. Well, I can answer that right away. It's not feasible because my nuts will fall off. But when I told Bella this she just laughed and said, 'I want you both outside in twenty minutes.'
Yeah, cause she's boss lady.
So… twenty minutes later, Jazz and I found ourselves outside. Dressed in jeans and t-shirts, and we were huddled together in the so called heated area. Bullshit. Okay, fine, I admit. It was warmer but… nowhere near enough. And the tree Bella wanted us to use was ice cold. Poor Jasper is all I'm saying because he's the one forced to lean back on that tree. Without a shirt.
"Ready, boys?" Bella giggled, approaching us in my fucking ski jacket. Yeah, she was comfy and warm in my jacket. Though she still wore a pair of those ridiculously tiny shorts. But that was her. At least she had a jacket, and… apparently Jasper's boots.
"You give Bigfoot a new meaning, sweetheart," Jasper drawled as he eyed his boots on Bella's tiny feet. And he was right, it looked ridiculous to see her in her 5'3'' shortness, and then his boots.
Whatever.
"Yeah, yeah, funny shit," Bella said, waving Jazz off dismissively. "Now, let's get some fucking work done… pun intended."
I was not amused.
"Yeah, because I'm so fucking turned on," I deadpanned, folding my arms across my chest. "Please, Bella, please help me get this massive erection down. I beg you."
Jasper chuckled, nodding in agreement with me, but hey, it was all true. If she thought we could get hard out here, then she had lost her fucking mind. But Bella didn't chuckle. No, if anything, she looked at me like… wait, what? Why does she look horny?
"Oh, don't worry, baby," she purred quietly, dropping her notebook on the ground. "Have some faith in me."
Jasper and I exchanged looks of confusion.
Walking over to one of the heaters, she stood up on her tiptoes to reach… something… behind the heat-lamp, hanging in a small bag.
The fuck?
"You think music's gonna work?" Jasper asked skeptically, and we both watched as Bella placed her iPod and mini-speakers on top of the bag on the ground. "I got news for you, honey; it won't."
"I agree," I said. "What we need is heat. Not music."
Alright, I was bitching about the temperature because it really wasn't that cold with the heaters but… well, I was on a roll.
"It'll be hot," Bella chuckled, enjoying her pun. "I have no doubt about that. And no, music's not everything."
She pushed play then and an undoubtedly sexy song came on – a song we'd had sex to before – but it wasn't enough.
"This song will go on repeat," she said casually, standing up from her crouch. "And it will help set the mood."
Jazz and I said nothing. We were still full of doubt.
But Bella wasn't, and she grinned wickedly as she approached us. There was definitely lust in her eyes and truth be told, it made me question myself a little but… no. Surely I know myself well enough to know that this won't work.

Come with me

Into the trees

We'll lay on the grass

And let the hours pass

Take my hand

Come back to the land

Let's get away

Just for one day

She didn't stop when she reached me, and I was caught off guard when she snaked her arms around my neck, followed by her legs wrapped around my waist, and then she captured my lips in a passionate kiss. There was no warning. She just kissed me. Hard. Her tongue swiped over my bottom lip. Automatically I parted my lips for her and my tongue met hers. Shit. I was stunned, but my body worked. My hands found her tight little ass and I started kissing her back with eager.
It was wet, hot, and fiery.
I groaned into the kiss before deepening it.
My hands easily slid under her barely-there shorts and I was met with smooth skin as I pulled her closer to me. Closer to where I needed her because… I was getting hard.

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Speaking just for me

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Crying just for me

"Fuck," I moaned as Bella broke our kiss.
Once she was on the ground again, she gave me another wicked grin… and then she unzipped my jacket… and let it fall to the ground… and… and… fuck.
"Fuck, Bella," Jazz breathed.
She stood there. Wearing nothing but her tiny cotton shorts in black. Nothing else. My jacket was pooled by her feet. Good bumps rose on her body but… it couldn't just be the cold because… I knew her eyes. I knew her body, he signs. She was turned on beyond words.
I knew we were gawking but… she was just too fucking beautiful for words. Standing right here, on the edge of the forest. Practically naked.
Desire.

Let me hear you

Make decisions

Without your television

Let me hear you speaking

Just for me

She walked up to Jazz then, again hitching her legs, but Jazz was more prepared and met her with eager right away, almost devouring her as he pulled her off the ground.
My breathing hitched as their tongues met and as usual I found it impossible to just stand by, so I closed the distance between us and my lips went straight for Bella's neck while my hand slid between them. Fuck. Soft, smooth. Bella moaned as I cupped her breast and rolled her constricted nipple between my fingers. It wasn't enough. God-fucking-damnit, I was hard and needed more.

Metropolis

Has nothing on this

You're breathing in fumes

I taste when we kiss

Take my hand

Come back to the land

Where everything's ours

For a few hours

Bella was panting as she broke her kiss with Jasper.
I was ravenous and wasted no time.
Placing a hand behind Jasper's neck, I kissed him forcefully, thrusting my tongue inside his mouth, eager to taste them… her… him… her… them. More. I needed more.
Bella was back on the ground. I was an animal.
Without giving Jasper a warning, I pushed him backwards until we reached that fucking tree, and I pinned him to it, never breaking the kiss. He tasted like man and… us. The three of us. And I was eager to take it. Everything he gave me, I took.
"Goddamn, Edward," he groaned as he put his hands on my hips. Closer. He needed closer, too. "More… fuck, I need more."
I know.
He was hard against my own erection.

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Speaking just for me

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Crying just for me

"Oh, God," Jazz and I both moaned as we felt Bella.
She worked us quickly, unzipping our jeans and pushing them down our hips, immediately followed by our boxers. Yes, the chill hit us but… fuck, it was nothing compared to the feeling of her hands on us. It was hot and sexy. Again we wanted more. There was no going around it, because she sent us into a frenzy of need.
"Fuck," I gasped, breaking the kiss to… see. I had to fucking see this. And there she was. On her knees next to us, eyes on our erections, hands roaming, touching and feeling.
Jasper bucked his hips when Bella stroked him, and in the process he moved against me. Bella liked that. She fucking whimpered as our cocks touched.
"You like that, baby?" Jazz breathed, brushing his knuckles over her cheek.
"Yes," she moaned as we did it again.
She was making me lose my mind. Again. She was good at it.

Let me hear you

Make decisions

Without your television

Let me hear you speaking

Just for me

Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I rubbed it against Jasper's tip, making us all moan. And Bella followed. The sexy fucking nymph moved closer and tongued our cocks, licking pre cum off of us.
"Christ," I muttered, eyes locked. I just could look away.
She was a fucking vision, kneeling before us, eager to please her men.
Slowly I stroked myself as Bella sucked Jazz's cock inside her mouth, and I couldn't stop myself. The way she looked… the way she hollowed out her cheeks… so fucking sexy. So, I caressed her cheek, tracing her lips with my thumb. And I felt them both. Jasper's erection, slick and hot. Bella's plump lips as she worked him.
Lips. I needed lips.
Looking up, I met Jasper's lust filled eyes and there was no waiting. Our mouths met immediately in a sensual kiss that spurred us on. More. Fuck, more.
I growled.

Come with me

Into the trees

We'll lay on the grass

And let the hours pass

Take my hand

Come back to the land

Let's get away

Just for one day

She took me down. Deep down, not stopping until she could swallow around me, and I moaned loudly in Jasper's mouth as I fisted his t-shirt. It was time it came off. It was time for more. I was so fucking ready.
"Fuck, yes," he hissed, realizing what I was doing.
I pulled the shirt off him before removing my own t-shirt. Then I kissed him again, harder than before, all while Bella deep throated me like a goddamn sex goddess.
Hot, slick.
She released me with a pop and I pulled her roughly to a stand, breaking my kiss with Jasper before I covered her mouth with mine.
She tasted of me.
It made me feel… almost… possessive.
"Taste good, angel," I breathed in her mouth.
"That's all you, baby," she purred.
Her sounds made my cock throb.
"Now," she breathed heavily. Chest heaving. Cheeks flushed. Fucking sexy. Hooded eyes. "I think we can begin, yes?"
I smirked at the cocktease.
That was my answer before I turned back to Jazz.

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Speaking just for me

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Crying just for me

After kissing him chastely but passionately, I kneeled before him.
In my peripheral I saw Bella sit down on my jacket, legs spread, and I groaned as I saw the wet patch. I wanted it. All of it. And I was going to have it… after Jasper. So, I focused on him, sucking him into my mouth, deep and hard.
It was sensual and erotic. They were both there. Bella's heavy breathing as she scribbled and watched us, and Jasper's moaning as he started fucking my mouth.
It made me moan around him.

Let me hear you

Make decisions

Without your television

Let me hear you speaking

Just for me

"Fuck," I heard her whisper.
My little nymph was definitely the kinkiest woman I've ever met.
"God, Edward," Jasper groaned.
He was already close, and I wasn't surprised when he whimpered as I released him… but I didn't make the rules. Bella did. And my smirk told him as much. However, he knew what would come next, and soon his pout was gone.
"You can't wait, can you?" I murmured huskily as I stood up. Against his lips I growled, "You can't wait to have my cock inside your ass."
He moaned.
She whimpered.
It made me feel powerful.
"Hold onto the tree, baby," I commanded quietly, smirking cockily.
He obeyed and turned around to hold onto the tree, and I faced Bella, who understood and threw me the bottle of lubrication. Fuck, she horny. They both were, and it felt like I had the power over both of them. I loved that. It was me. In control.

Metropolis

Has nothing on this

You're breathing in fumes

I taste when we kiss

Take my hand

Come back to the land

Where everything's ours

For a few hours

As I kissed his spine, I teased him first, fucking his ass with my fingers as I spread the lube around, but it wasn't just for the two of us. It was for Bella, too, because I could see how she watched us. Her eyes, chest, breasts… everything showed how turned on she was.
"You two like this, don't you?" I chuckled darkly, pressing an openmouthed kiss to Jasper's back that made him shiver violently. "Have you seen her, Jazz? She can't wait to see me fuck you."
"Fuck, Edward!" he moaned. "Just… I… I need you!"

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Speaking just for me

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Crying just for me

I slammed into him, making us all gasp.
Fuck.
I gritted my teeth, tipped my head back, and… just felt him. Wrapped around me. Tight. Pulsing.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Bella chanted breathlessly.
With hooded eyes, I turned in her direction… to see her touch herself. Notebook forgotten. She was fucking touching herself as she watched us. Naughty girl.
I focused on my Jazz again, loving the way to tensed around me.
"Want me to fuck you now?" I ground out as I gripped his hips.
"Yes!"
My pleasure.
So, I fucked him. I fucked him hard. Over and over, pounding into him.
I owned them with what I did.
"Bella," I groaned. "Get over here and stroke Jasper's cock."
"Fuck," Jasper whimpered.
"But… but…"
"No buts, Bella," I growled. "You're not writing anyway. You're touching that sweet pussy, aren't you? I'm fucking watching you, so get over here."
She obeyed like a good girl.

Let me hear you

Make decisions

Without your television

Let me hear you speaking

Just for me

"Kiss me," I grunted, already feeling my orgasm approach.
Again she obeyed and we kissed hard, possessively, as she pumped Jasper's cock. And I continued driving into him the way he loved. I knew it wouldn't be long until I felt him.
"Fuck, Edward," she gasped as I bit down on her lip. Not hard but… hard enough for her to feel it.
More.
Harder.
Deeper.
"Touch yourself," I commanded her. "I want us to cum at the same time."
They were both trembling and chanting under their breaths.
I had focus and control. My cock pounded into Jasper, my mouth was placing openmouthed kisses on Bella's shoulder, and my hands… my hands. My right hand held Jasper tightly, fingers digging onto his flesh, and my other hand…
She was so fucking smooth. And I felt her, with an idea in my head… a wish… a raw desire to claim… Slowly, I let my fingers ghost over her ass. Barely touching. I breathed her in, kissed her neck hotly and wetly.
She shivered and moaned.
"I know what you're thinking, baby girl," I whispered in her ear. My hand added pressure. My fingers circled. Closer.

Come with me

Into the trees

We'll lay on the grass

And let the hours pass

Take my hand

Come back to the land

Let's get away

Just for one day

"Oh, please, Edward," she panted.
I chuckled breathlessly against her neck… just as my fingers ghosted over her back entrance. I wanted it. She fucking wanted it.
I hummed as I felt Jazz. So slick and tight around me.
"Christ, Bella, I'm close," Jasper grunted.
Bella slowed down her hand on his erection, both of them moaning and breathing heavily, and I knew we were all close to finishing. And knowing that Bella was a kinky little girl, I knew she was going to fall over quickly as soon as I gave her what she wanted. Fuck, I would most definitely follow.
"Bella's almost there, too," I muttered, moving my hand to her soaked pussy, and I stroked the length of her sex, gathering wetness, all while she stimulated her clit.
She knew what I was doing.

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Speaking just for me

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you

Crying just for me

She gasped when I pushed my middle fingers inside her… Christ… tight ass.
My balls tingled. My breathing sped up. I felt it everywhere.
"Fuck," I groaned loudly, letting my head fall back as I continued sliding my middle finger in and out of her ass. In the same pace as I fucked Jazz, I worked Bella. Christ… closer, closer… so fucking hot.
She cried out in raw pleasure, tensing around me.
I knew she had used toys before, so I didn't hesitate to push a second finger inside her, and fucking hell, she was tight.
"Oh, fuck, Edwaaard!" she moaned.
We were all there. Right on the edge.
"I'm… I'm… shit… Bella…" Jasper grunted.

Let me hear you

Make decisions

Without your television

Let me hear you speaking

Just for me

The climax surged through me. Over me, under me. Everywhere. And I felt their orgasms. Both of them. Bella was so fucking tight around my fingers, clenching and pulsing. Jasper was the same around my cock. I came hard, deep inside of him.
It went on.
Panting like a marathon runner, I leaned forward, dropping my forehead on his back. Completely spent.
"I'm dead," Bella whimpered as I pulled my fingers out of her.
Backing away from us, she collapsed down on my jacket, chest heaving rapidly.
She was a vision.
Shivers ran through me and Jasper and I pulled out of him as I kissed his back softly, also rubbing soothing circles where my fingers had dug into his hip.
"Christ, I'm with you, Bella," he chuckled breathlessly.
So was I, and my muscles ached.
"Shower and then the Jacuzzi?" I suggested quietly as I zipped my jeans.
And fuck me if Bella's eyes didn't darken.
"You're insane, baby," Jazz told her, obviously noticing Bella's reaction, too. "But yeah, the Jacuzzi sounds good."
I smirked. We were all fucking insatiable.
.
.
.
"Maybe I could write hot tub scene with the two of you," she said casually as we headed back to the house.
Jasper and I just stared at her.
"Nymph," we said in unison.
"Are you complaining?" she shot back with the bitch-brow cocked.
"Fuck no," we said, shaking our heads.
No complaining whatsoever.
I was already planning my next move for Christ's sake, and having her ride my cock in the Jacuzzi was just one of the things.