Prairie Fire

a/n: RATED M for a reason if you are not over the age of 18 find a T fic right now.

Farmerward owes sexy hugs and kisses for his creation to the pushy insistence from LasVegas TowGirls that I get his hot-ass written down. Thanks for the support Babe! Candy hearts to my lovely pre-readers: Sis, L, LVTG and SCTG – Ed sends you shots of jaggi.

I'm posting this as a one-shot but have a plot-outline for later chapters, I just am not sure if I can maintain reasonably timed chapter updates for multiple stories, so please set your alerts!

This fic is based in Saskatchewan, Canada. I have a photo folder on my FB profile with pics in case you have no clue what I am talking about and will work to get links on my FFNet profile. Otherwise ask and I will explain anything that throws you for a loop. I am also popping my lemon cherry with this fic so be kind *blushing*.

Long Cool Woman (in a Black Dress) is by The Hollies: http:/www (.) youtube (.) com/watch?v=_0LTRPMpOVM

All names have been changed to protect the innocent ;)

Disclaimer: Stephanie owns Twilight, not me; I just play with her characters.

Prairie Fire

Shutting off the auger I took my ballcap off and wiped my brow squinting against the light of the sun laying low on the horizon.

"Well that's full up" said Ben the driver of the semi hauling our wheat to the Elevator. I signed the weigh slip and we made small talk for a few minutes regarding the weather we have had and prediction for harvest. Then he fired up his rig and made his lumbering way out of the farm yard.

I dusted of the auger, switching the gears to pull the bucket out from under the grain bin and lowered it to move it, groaning and slow back to the quonset.

This last load of the day was the easy load. The bin was up on a hopper bottom allowing all the grain to pour out into the auger bin and move up into the truck. Earlier we had been emptying flat bottom bins. It was a bitch of a job because you had to crawl inside and shovel the last of the wheat to the auger. It was hot, dusty, dirty and dangerous.

Needless to say I stank and needed a shower badly. But the bins were empty now and waiting to be filled by this year's harvest. Today's hard work just bought me few days of down time. There is a point in every summer that you have done all you can do and the rest is up to God.

With the equipment put away I sauntered across the yard up to the main house where Esme would have supper waiting. I paused for a moment to take in the view across the coulee, blanketed in the orange glow of the lowering sun. Past the coulee the prairie stretched out to the horizon, the ripening wheat waving lazily and green-golden in the light breeze.

It was a glorious sight, the bountiful Saskatchewan prairie, on a peaceful late summer evening.

Before entering the ranch style house from the rear entrance I banged my hat off against my boots the dust and wheat chaff flying. I removed my boots, leaving them on the mat outside for that purpose. Stepping through the door I hung my hat and entered the washroom to clean of my hands and wash the days dust from my face and neck.

The smell of roast beef called me down to the kitchen which took up a large part of the middle of the house. My Aunt Esme greeted me there with a smile and a plate heaped with slices of beef, garden fresh potatoes and green beans. She drizzled the beef and potatoes with gravy from a pot on the stove before placing it down on the kitchen table, following it up with the salt and pepper and a glass of milk.

I gave her a kiss on the forehead before sitting down and picking up the cutlery beside the plate.

"Thanks Esme," I said with a smile. She ruffled my hair and went to the adjoining living room, taking her seat across from my Uncle.

"Truck filled?" my Uncle Carlisle called from his lazeboy chair, fully reclined watching a program on the TV.

"Yep," I answered.

That was the extent of small talk in the evening in the home of my aunt and uncle. It was a comfortable routine.

No sooner had I finished tucking away my meal my cell started vibrating in its holder on the belt of my jeans. I answered it quickly when I saw Emmett's name on the call display.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked as I walked my dishes over to the kitchen sink. Esme had seen me move and was quick to leave her chair, taking my plate and shooing me away.

"Ed, Jasper and I are heading for a beer at the Hilton. Are you done up for the day?"

I grinned to myself as I headed down the stairs to my room in the basement. I beer sounded fucking perfect after a long day in the late August heat.

"Shit, yeah, man. I just need to shower and I will meet you there. Are the girl's coming?"

"They're meeting us there. Guess Alice made a new friend at the salon this week and her and Rose are bringing her down for the night. Be prepared Ed, I smell a set-up," Emmett guffawed. "Okay, I got to go pick up Jasper, see you in a few."

Rolling my eyes I clicked end and dropped my phone on the dresser. It has been the same game since I moved here in my early teens. I was fresh blood and better yet I wasn't anyone's blood relation. For the last ten years if the ladies weren't trying to hook up they were trying to hook me up. It has only become worse as we have gotten older and everyone has split off into mated, or at least mating, pairs.

I stripped off my wretched t-shirt and jeans, peeled off my socks and walked naked to the bathroom next to my room. My skin was starting to itch from grain dust now that the sweat had cooled on my body.

With the water as hot as I could stand I flexed my sore shoulders and stretched out my back muscles. I washed my hair and body and paid a little extra attention to my lower parts.

Hell, I was one of the few single guys in the area. It should be taken for granted that I jerk off every time I shower. Every single time - I am, after all, a healthy twenty-three year old male. It is just common sense and good self-care.

After drying off I took a moment to admire the muscle definition that a summer of hard work has wrought, slapping my abs and flexing my biceps. I ran my fingers through my sun-kissed auburn locks before giving up on it. Alice works hard to give me 'perfectly disarrayed', whatever the hell that means. It is getting long and in need of her magic shears again soon.

Running my palm across my sharp square jaw I decided to leave the day or two worth of stubble, not wanting to take the time to lather and shave. I narrowed my blue-green eyes at my reflection, smoothed my heavy brows and pinched my nose, wondering what type of girl they were planning to throw at me tonight.

The last girl, Laurie, Lynn –Lauren, was a catastrophe. Alice met her at some aesthetician course and set up a group dinner in a pub in Saskatoon as an introduction. Lauren was pretty but just way to pretty. She was bleached, lacquered and polished to an inch of her life. Thickly blond-striped dark hair, too much make-up and the length of her white-tipped shiny nails terrified me.

She was also dumb as a post and laughed like a braying donkey. I got shit-faced just to drown out the sound of her voice and to numb the sensation of her very obvious sexual advances. The evening ended with me puking on her shiny high heel shoes when she attempted to grope my junk.

Needless to say I didn't have much faith in Alice's matchmaking skills.

I quickly pulled on a tight black short-sleeve t-shirt and tucked it into a pair of well-worn and faded Levis. There was a rip in the knee, but really, who gave a shit. I drew my belt through the loops, attached my cell, stuck my wallet in the back pocket and grabbed my truck keys. I was good to go.

I sped down the stick straight gravel road from the farm to town with the window wide open, an elbow on the frame and one hand on the wheel. The wind blew chaotically through the cab of my old Ford F150 pick-up and the dust bloomed and billowed out behind me.

Paris, Saskatchewan became my home when I was thirteen years old. Up till then it was a place I spent my summers with my Mom's sister and her husband. My parents, Edward and Elizabeth Masen and I lived in Regina until one fateful winter night a patch of icy Trans-Canada highway and a one-ton truck took their lives. Carlisle and Esme have been my only family since then.

Paris was officially a village and had a population of about 200 some odd souls in town and was surrounded by the families that populated almost 150 farms. The fields sprouted wheat, durum, mustard, canola, barley, lentils and oats and the pastures grew alfalfa for hay or were populated by cattle, elk or buffalo.

The town itself had everything required for daily rural living, with a credit union, grocery store, post office, insurance agent and a K to 12 school, as well as the Tavern, which we fondly referred to as the as the Paris Hilton.

I put on my shades and still squinted against the sun starting to lie low on the horizon as I drove the 15 minute journey. Evening stretches on forever in the prairie summers, and then hangs in an almost endless twilight. When full darkness finally descends the sky is fiery with the white pinpricks of stars highlighting the mind-blowing infinity of space.

The Hilton sat on the first corner of town and I pulled around and parked in the far back corner of the small lot behind it. The new RCMP Constable and I have had one to many misunderstandings of late regarding my lead foot and a near blow-over on the fine line between vapours and a driving-under-the-influence charge. I didn't want my well-known brown truck and license plate advertising my presence at the local watering hole by parking on the street.

I spied Emmett's huge brand new black Dodge Ram announcing his presence (pfft, Dodge) but didn't see Rose's inherited antique Grand Marquis. That woman lived to tinker with vehicles. She just finished her apprenticeship in Heavy-Duty Mechanics but was having trouble selling her services to the old-fashioned farmers around this area. One would think they would let her service their tractors just for the opportunity to ogle her goods. Lord knows I did but don't tell Emmett that.

My best-friends and boon companions Emmett and Jasper were cousins who helped out their Dad's who farmed together. The McCarty's had been here since homesteading four generations ago.

Jaspers girlfriend Alice Brandon and Emmett's fiancée Rosalie Hale were also cousins. The girls were - they weren't blood related to the boys. Well, actually Rose was somehow Jasper's cousin. Don't ask me to explain without a diagram but there is nothing to get all creeped out about. Trust me. This is the nature of small towns.

I pushed my way through the heavy back door, where the outdoor smoking lounge was located, into the gloomy dim interior of the tavern. The joint wasn't overly large but was long and narrow, with a smattering of round tables and an eclectic mix of mismatch chairs. Two pool table were located on one end, a small stage area for live entertainment on the other and the long bar and a jukebox in between.

Other than Jazz and Em there was the usual handful of regulars and old-timers, all male, drinking and shooting the shit. It was the typical quiet Friday night crowd.

I waved at Paul, the owner and bartender, slid my sunglasses into the neck of shirt and joined Emmett and Jasper where they sat in the middle of the room. Paul nodded, non-smiling as usual, and turned to pull my usual Canadian bottle of beer from the coolers lining the wall behind the bar. Yeah, Paul and I go way back, none of it necessarily good, but that is a story for another day. Whatever, my money was still good here and he still let me run a tab.

When I sat down I noticed two things immediately: one, there were already empties on the table and two, they were both giving me shit-dumb grins.

"What the fuck?" I demanded, glowering. They knew something and I didn't fucking like it.

"Nothing," from Jasper.

"Well, don't you look pretty, princess," from Emmett.

I rolled my eyes at the two of them as Paul placed my beer down on the table, took the empty bottles and stomped back to the bar where he then increased the volume on the Johnny Cash music currently playing in the background from the jukebox.

It looked like everyone was in fine flavour tonight.

Though I don't know where Emmett got off calling me 'princess' considering we were all dressed in relatively the same blue jeans, t-shirts and boots. He's just jealous because I am prettier than him. Not that Jazz and Em don't have game and I'm secure enough to acknowledge that they are both good-looking dudes.

Other than the fact that they both have the piercing grey-blue McCarty eyes and were both over six feet tall, as was I, they were like night and day. Emmett had short dark wavy hair, a certain boyish ever present smirk and a muscle-bound build like a linebacker. Jasper, on the other hand, had narrower features, chin length blond hair, which seemed to have a permanent hat dent, and was lean and hard compared to Emmett's girth.

The three of us drank our beers and motioned for another round , bullshitting and catching each other up on the local gossip, while we waited for the girls and their guest to arrive.

The only warning I had when they did arrive, before hearing the door behind me thud shut, was the sudden head swivel of every patron of the tavern. Jaws dropped, and eyebrows were raised then covert whispering – all indications that a stranger had stepped foot into the premises.

I was in mid draw on my bottle when I turned my head and saw her and gasped then started chocking loudly spluttering and dribbling the half-swallowed gulp.

The three of them were standing just inside the door. Rose and Alice flanked this brown-haired beauty of a girl, who upon realizing that all eyes were literally trained on her, she blushed a bright red.

This girl was shorter with gentler curves than Rose's blonde, model-perfect statuesque proportions. Yet she was taller and more womanly that the dark-crazy-haired waif on her other side. Though, really, who wasn't taller than Alice, the girl is only five foot and a prayer

The three of them made their way across the room and the music that momentarily went silent came back in full force playing "Long Cool Woman (in a Black Dress)". Emmett and Jasper quickly pulled over another table and more chairs to make room for our now party of six as I wiped beer from my chin.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was wearing a short denim skirt, a fitted white tank and had a black sweater tied around her waist. The skin of her pale legs glowed in the dim light of the tavern drawing my eyes down to dainty feet in sandals. Her toe nails were painted black which only made her skin look more pale and ethereal.

Rose smacked me upside the head as she brushed past and took a seat next to Emmett. "Ouch, shit Rose," I complained in response to her, unfortunately, usual greeting. She simply arched her perfect brow and proceeded to give Emmett a kiss worthy of a porn set.

I rolled my eyes in disgust and when they came back up for air asked, "So did the land yacht you're driving these days survive the trip?"

"Why yes it did, how is your piece of shit doing?" Touché, I shrugged and smirked, it is just my farm truck and the only reason it was road worthy was due to the efforts of the grease queen.

Alice bounded up to Jazz and gave him a quick hug and peck before making introductions.

"Bella, this is Emmett, my Jasper and Edward," she put special emphasis on my name which only proved that this was, indeed, a fix up. At this point I didn't care; the girl had a name, Bella.

"Guys this is Bella," Alice continued. Yes, thank you for the reminder.

"Hi Bella," us three cheese balls said in unison with a smile and a wave. Alice rolled her eyes and pulled on Jaspers shirt, "Come on boy-o lets go grab a round. Bella what do you want to drink?"

"A rum and coke would be good," Bella answered. Her voice was sweet and soft, the kind of voice that should be recorded reading children's books or erotica.

"Shots?" Alice then asked motioning to us with a circular gesture of her arm.

"Hell yeah," answered Emmett.

Alice threw her enormous bag on the empty chair by Jasper and the two of them strode off. Bella, by default took the empty seat beside me. Unlike the other two girls Bella didn't carry a purse which was unusual. She untied her sweater from her waist and hung in on the back of her chair and when she did so I got a flash of something glittery above the low waistline of her skirt. A belly button ring perhaps? Please?

When she sat her skirt rode up higher and when she then crossed her legs even more of the smooth skin of her thighs was exposed. I licked my lips and hastily took another pull from my bottle dragging my eyes up to her face. Her arched brow indicated that my lingering gaze had not been missed and I swallowed hard.

"So, you're Edward, eh?" she asked. "Alice had a lot to say about you on the ride out here." Okay, well that could go either way.

"Oh?" I replied brilliantly and took the opportunity to really look at her. Well, to really look at her face, her legs I had obviously already become acquainted with. Bella's face was the epitome of timeless natural beauty, her nose straight and pert, full rosy lips and rich chocolate eyes. She didn't appear to be wearing any make-up with the exception of whatever made her lips glimmer.

Shiny thick waves of mahogany hair framed her heart-shaped face. Her hair fell to the top of her full perfectly round breasts, right about where, I imagine pink, little nipples were making an appearance through the thin fabric of her top. Again, I licked my lips and quickly forced my gaze back to her eyes.

"Uh, yeah, well Alice and I go way back. How do you know her?" I distracted myself from staring at her by tipping my head back to drain the last of my beer.

"I just met Alice this week, she did my hair and well she is kind of hard to resist," she laughed, "and insisted that she had to show me the ropes of Prairie life."

"Alice puts the friend into friendly," I chuckled in agreement. "So you're new to the area? Where are living?" I asked, picking at the label of my now empty bottle of beer.

"I'm staying with my Dad right now but I'm moving into dorms next week on Campus. I just transferred here from UBC to U of S."

Really? Moved to Saskatoon from Vancouver did you? Well I attend the University of Saskatchewan as well. Before I could respond Alice and Jasper returned with a fresh round and shots of Jagermeister for each of us.

Alice passed around the shots and with a quick look around at each other we saluted and downed the throat burning liquid.

Rose grimaced and then smacked the table and stood up. "Pool," Rose announced rather than asking. "Edward you're with Bella, Emmet with me and the sharks," she gestured with her thumb towards Jasper and Alice, "play the winners."

We all gave are various verbal and non-verbal cues of agreement, picked up our respective drinks and made our way over to the pool tables.

We placed our drinks on the narrow ledge that ran along the wall and Jasper took a seat on one of the bar stools that ran below it. Alice snuggled herself in between his parted legs wrapping his arms around her.

I pushed a loonie into the coin slot to release the balls while Emmett collected two pool cues from the wall rack. Rose racked the balls as they released into the chamber at the end of the table. I stood up and backed into Bella not realizing how close to me she was standing. Her chest was pressed against my arm and I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of her soft tits on my body.

"I should warn you that I am really, very bad," she said, standing up on her tip-toes to get closer to my ear and balancing herself with a hand on my arm. I liked the way her tits felt but the feel of her hand on my body was definitely a close second. It took a second for what she said to sink in past the warm flush that her touch was creating in my pants.

"Huh, wait, what?" Did she just tell me that she was a bad girl?

"I said that I am not very good at pool," she reworded, "I know how to play but I suck." Of course my mind got caught on the various ways and positions in which Bella could suck but managed to pull my mind out of the gutter long enough to reassure her that it didn't matter and it was all just for fun.

"Flip for break?" Rose asked me, gripping her pool cue and setting its balance in her arm. Rose took her pool seriously.

"Nah, Rose you go ahead and break," I said, waving her off. I knew Rose lived to break, she could break better than most guys and loved proving that she was not as girlie as she looked.

Smirking, she settled herself at the end of the table, lined up and cracked the balls open, sinking two solids and a stripe. "We'll take solids," Rose announced. Duh, I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the neighbouring pool table to watch, taking the other pool cue that Emmett handed to me.

"Hey we should place bets!" shouted Alice, clapping her hands and jumping up and down, jostling Jasper off of his perch.

"Alice, I told you last time, no more goddam NAKED POOL!" Paul hollered from the bar.

Alice cringed dramatically, then pouting, settled back into Jaspers embrace. "Spoil sport," she grumped.

"Naked Pool?" Bella mouthed silently to me. I just shook my head and mouthed back, "You don't want to know." Really, you don't want to know. I am still trying to bleach out images of Emmett's ass from my mind. Lets just say that Alice never places a bet unless she is sure to win and I have learned to never bet against Alice. Emmett wasn't the only naked ass pool player that night.

"So, Bella, what are you taking in school?" Alice asked, quickly regaining her good mood and sucking on her Paralyser. Ugh, I never could understand girls and their need to mix perfectly good booze with milk.

Bella gave a nervous laugh as she watched Rose move around the table lining up another shot which bounced instead of sinking. Huffing Rose tossed her pool cue at Emmett and went to her drink sitting on the ledge.

"Well, I haven't really decided yet," she answered, twisting her lips adorably. I motioned to her with the cue offering to let her take the next shot. She waved me off. With a shrug I chalked the cue and took a look at the table. Rose really didn't leave me with anything to work with.

Alice tipped her head looking at Bella, "But I thought you said you were third year?"

"Technically I am third year but still general arts," Bella answered. "Dad and I have travelled around so much and my credits don't always transfer." She shrugged and flipped her hair over her shoulders. "Sometimes it's just hard to decide what I want to do for the rest of my life."

When she moved a blue bra strap slipped down her shoulder out from the cover of her tank. She quickly tucked it back in place but that little peek was enough that I flubbed my shot.

"Nice One, Ed. Want another beer?" Emmett joked, lining up his cue to take advantage of the table.

"Shut it," I sniped and stepped to Bella and handed her the cue. "Well, I remember my Dad saying that as long as you do what you love you will love what you do."

Bella laughed, arching her brow at me, "My Father would disagree. He would prefer I hurry the hell up and find a job that is worth the student loans I am racking up. Figures that at twenty-one I should be done with school and getting on with life."

I shrugged in response. Really, like I want to argue with her Father. I would rather hear her laugh again.

"What about you guys? Do you all farm?" Bella asked, as she sucked the last of her drink. Her mouth looked really pretty wrapped around the straw and I really needed to pull my mind out of the gutter, especially if I wanted to make it any where with this girl. Did I want to get anywhere with this girl? Uh, hell yeah!

"Ha!" snorted Emmett. He was bent over wiggling his butt at Rose who leaned over and ran her hand up the inside of his thigh causing him to ruin his shot.

"Emmett," Rose scolded, "you can do better than that."

"Oh yeah, Babe," Emmett turned to her. "Then maybe you should save your wandering hands for our competition."

"I'm not laying a hand on Edward," Rose replied making a gagging motion. Gee, thanks.

"Who said I was talking about Ed. Nothing wrong with a little girl on girl action, just saying." Both Emmett and Jasper started laughing, that is, until they both got smacked by their girls.

"Emmett and I farm, Bella. Edward here is just a part-timer," Jazz explained, answering Bella's earlier question.

"Oh?" Bella responded distractedly. "What are we again?" she asked, looking at me over her shoulder from where she was leaning against the pool table.

"Stripes."

With a nod she clutched her cue and bent over attempting to line up a shot, her elbows and ass sticking out all over the place. Distracted by her ass I wasn't really looking at her struggle to line up a shot. She had a really nice ass, hugged in denim, with the pale curves of her thighs and calves exposed.

I realized that I was literally starting to lean backwards to better ogle Bella's rear-view when I was hip checked by Alice.

"Hey," I startled.

Alice smirked at me and handed me a shot. When had she gone and done that? She was a magical little booze elf.

"Here drink this then help that poor girl out," she said then stopped Bella and handed her a shot glass. I eyed the green liquor and groaned internally at the fact that it was Sourpuss, I hated Sourpuss. Taking it like a man I downed it and worked to not grimace.

Bella didn't fair as well. "What the fuck, Alice!" she sputtered. Well, it's called Sourpuss for a reason and mostly because that is the face you make when you drink it.

Chuckling, I walked up to Bella and leaned on the table next to her. "You okay?" I asked smiling.

Bella just looked at me for a heart beat or two, I was starting to wonder if she heard me when she blushed and responded with an "Um, yeah, fine. But no more shots of that shit, you here me Alice?"

"Aye, aye," Alice's reply was muffled since her face was buried in Jaspers neck. Get a room.

"Is it okay if I give you a hand here with lining up your shots?"

"Yeah, I would appreciate that."

"First off let us fix your grip," I said showing her how to hold the cue. "Now we need to find you a shot," I hummed close to her ear, standing behind her now.

"How about this one?" she asked pointing out a straight forward corner pocket shot. Being so small she would have to lean a lot to reach, I didn't mind that one bit.

"Yeah, that's a good one, now look down your cue so that the line from the cue ball lines up with where you want it to strike," I guided her leaning down alongside her. The urge to run my hand over ass strong but I resisted. The energy coursing through me calling me to touch her, however, was making me lightheaded.

I made myself move away as she pulled her arm back then forward to strike. The shot went true and she landed the ball in the pocket.

"Yay!" Bella squealed, doing a little dance that involved wiggling her hips and arms. Everything soft wiggled with her and I really, really hoped she would do that again.

Bella spun around to me, grinning. "Okay now what?" she asked placing her hand softly on my chest. I swear the touch of her hand was hard wiring itself right to my dick like some kind of on switch.

With a cough I suggested we find another shot. The table no longer had any easy shots but I tried to line her up with no success as the shot bounced without sinking. I was again standing a little to close trying to guide her hand. When Bella stood, pouting, she backed into me. I tried to step away because between her pretty ass and sweet girl smell her proximity was creating an uncomfortable situation. This was not the night to have gone commando.

Unexpectedly, Bella followed my backward step until I was stopped by the neighbouring pool table, sandwiched between it and Bella's round little ass. My problem grew exponentially.

"So Rose and Emmett are pretty good at pool but Jasper and Alice are better? That is why they play the winners?" She asked me softly, watching Rose chalk her cue while eyeing the table like a hawk seeking prey.

I tried to respond an affirmative but all that came out was some garbled vocalization between a yes and a groan. Bella looked at me quickly over her shoulder and as she looked away I thought I caught a glimpse of a smile. I gripped at the pool table on either side of me.

I was pretty sure she knew I had a boner.

"So, why do they call you a part-timer?" Bella asked, again only looking at the pool table.

Clearing my throat I responded, "Because I live and go to School in Saskatoon and come out to help my Uncle when he needs the extra hand."

"University?"

"Yeah, I'm in my grad program - ow!" Suddenly a pool cue was being shoved into my side. "Your up," Rose prodded me again.

"No high sticking and, er, just give me a sec, I need to hit the head," There was no way I was going to leaning over a pool table in my current state of affairs.

"Excuse me," I spoke softly to Bella, lightly touching her shoulder to move so I could extradite myself from the room for a moment to go and, well, adjust myself in private.

"Sure," she said and then swivelled her ass against me before stepping away. Thunderstruck I was frozen for a beat before I limped my way to the bathroom.

The night continued to progress along the same vein. Play a round of pool. Touch, brush, rub, glance and smile. Down a round of shots, get a round of drinks and tell a few stories or lewd jokes. Watch Alice and Jasper play Emmett and Rose. Play another round of pool.

After the first game I had determined that Bella couldn't play pool for shit. By the end of the second I decided that Bella was a fucking tease and that I liked that, a lot.

With the end of the third game, with the exception of Emmett and Rose who stopped drinking after the first game, we were all pretty hammered. Bella, who I had kept catching giving me appreciative glances, and vice versa I'm sure, was no longer hiding it and were both drifting in and out of the conversation lost in the look of each other.

Alice jumped away and swayed over to the jukebox with a handful of change, pulling a giddy and giggling Bella along with her.

Soon the strong beat and lyrics of Lady Gaga was playing. I started to laugh. Paul hated Lady Gaga and I knew Alice only put it on to fuck with him. Grinning, I surveyed the tavern and was not surprised to see that we were the only people left in the building.

Singing along to the lyrics, Alice and Bella began bouncing around each other dancing and gesturing to each other. I stood and watched, impressed with how well this girl fit in with our long established group. I enjoyed the sight of Bella's body moving, unabashedly until the song ended and another began. The two girls laughing and winded stopped their gyrations and walked back towards us.

Deciding we were done with pool we sat back down at the table, except Bella who pulled on her sweater saying that she needed to get some air. "I'll go with you," I promptly offered and suppressed the urge to scowl at the four smirking faces that looked my way.

I held the door open for Bella as we exited out the back. Bella stumbled slightly on the stairs and I caught her about the waist to steady her. The gravel crunched under our feet as we stepped out into the small now, with the exception of my truck, empty parking area.

Bella pulled away from me and spun around swinging her arms out and giggled. I grinned at her enjoying the buzz of alcohol singing through my veins. She stopped suddenly, head upturned and gaped.

"Shit, look at that!" Bella exclaimed, "I have never seen the stars like this."

I stepped up close to her a turned my eyes skyward. It was, indeed, an inspiring sight. The night was clear, space the blackest black and more stars than a person could wrap their head around. Infinity is a humbling concept.

"Edward, it is so beautiful. I feel like we are so close to the sky here. Like I could just reach up and swirl them around with my finger, like I could touch the sky." I looked down at her as she continued to stare, mesmerized with the night sky. Fuck she is beautiful. Her eyes glowed and her cheeks were flushed and I wanted to do…

"Edward, look!" she suddenly gestured, "A shooting star! Make a wish, quick!"

Bella closed her eyes, her lips moving quietly. Before I could think my mouth was on hers and my palms held her cheeks.

While Bella's eyes may have held infinity her lips stopped time, suspended and concentrated into the perfect moment.

She startled for a second before her lips responded to mine. Her arms wound up around my neck, her fingers into the nape of my air, as our lips and tongues moved together with a synchronised synergy.

I was lost in the kiss, lost in the taste of her strawberry lip-gloss and the smooth soft silk of her lips. With my left hand on her jaw I angled her head up so I could kiss down her neck and my right arm wrapped around her waist. When my arm bumped into cool metal I realized that somehow we had move the short distance across the lot and I now had her body pressed against the passenger door of my pick-up.

"Bella," I whispered hoarsely, pulling away.

"No, please, don't stop," she softly panted, her eyes closed and her hands clutching my shirt.

With a groan my lips attacked her mouth, my body pressing into her. Our kisses were turning feverish, wet and sloppy. Bella pulled up the back of my shirt and I grew light-headed from the touch of her hot little hands on the bare skin of my back. My hips desperately want me to press my aching cock into her, anything to relieve the pressure against my button-fly, but I didn't want to hurt her against the hard metal.

"Shit, Bella...I can't…I need," I stammered as I tried to pull us away from the truck.

"Is this your truck?" she asked. Her fingers were still under my shirt, shutting down my voice as they traced around my nipples. I could only nod in response. With rapid grace Bella shifted out of the hold I had on her hips, opened the door and climbed in. Without hesitation I followed her.

No sooner had I closed the door than Bella was straddled across my thighs her hands in my hair and her mouth on mine. Our tongues slid wetly together and we swallowed each other breaths. Her hands returned to moving against my skin under my shirt and she moved the material up. I broke away from her and pulled it off, dropping my t-shirt on the bench seat next to me.

Taking Bella's face in my hands I looked into her heavy-hooded eyes and I stroked her cheeks with my thumbs before pulling her face closer to mine until our lips just barely touched. She let out the sweetest little sigh and her breath tickled across my tongue. So, so slowly I ran my tongue over her pouty bottom lip, and then flicked it over her top lip before sucking it gently into my mouth. I nibbled her top lip with my teeth before releasing it.

Smoothing her hair back I rolled the length of it around my left fist and used it to pull her head back exposing her long graceful neck to my mouth and teeth. As I sucked and nibbled from under her jaw to behind her ear and down to her soft shoulders Bella began to moan and ground her soft hot panty-covered sweetness against me.

My right hand travelled down, my fingers first grazing her neck, then along her collarbone before cupping her firm breast. Bella groaned encouragingly so I moved both hands to her chest. As my thumbs stroked her nipples through the cotton of her top and the lace of her bra, the shifting of her hips caused her skirt to ride up higher. Looking down I could see dark blue satin and my dick grew even harder.

Her movement on my lap was driving me crazy. I want more of her. I needed to feel more of her. Clumsy in my haste I reached up under the back of her shirt and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. I got the damn thing apart with my third attempt. Hungry for her I pushed her shirt and bra up together until her tits were exposed.

"Shit," I groaned. She was perfect, round and full with the tight pink nipples I imagined earlier. I slid down on the bench seat and pulled her chest to my mouth. Sucking on her nipple I ran my tongue around its tight peak before biting gently while my other hand squeezed her other breast. Not wanting to miss anything I quickly switched doing the same to her other breast.

Bella's tits tasted like heaven. My cock was begging for mercy from its confinement in the purgatory of my jeans.

As I licked and sucked and nibbled Bella's cries grew louder. Her hands gripped the seat on either side of my shoulders and her head was dropped forward. My hands left her tits and reached down to her thighs, squeezing her creamy smooth flesh. I ran my hands along her skin and behind to cup and squeeze her ass, pulling her body hard into mine, repeatedly.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Edward," Bella cried, her mouth hot and wet against my cheek. "Do you…shit…do you have anything?"

My mind went momentarily blank as the rest of the blood in my body rushed to my dick. I stilled the movement of her hips so I could think, though the feel of her tits against my chest still left me reeling.

"Are you sure? I mean, yeah, I do, but…," before I could say anything else Bella had moved off of me. My heart lurched in momentary panic until I saw that she was pulling off her pretty blue panties. I think my dick did a backflip and then high-fived me.

I lifted my ass off the seat to pull my wallet from my back pocket, fished out the condom I kept there and threw my wallet onto the dash.

Bella moved back onto my lap her mouth kissing and sucking my neck and her hands gripping and skimming over my chest and stomach. My head hit the back of the seat as I groaned under Bella's ministrations. I was sure she could feel my heart beating like it wanted to bust right out of my chest.

Then she tugged on the button of my jeans and palmed my dick without letting up her relentless biting and sucking on my neck. The sensation of Bella's hand pressing against my cock combined with her mouth was sending me into sensory overload.

"Bella, wait…stop," I groaned huskily, stilling her hand. Shit, I was almost done for already. I pushed back from a bit and holding the condom between my teeth I rubbed my hands up her thighs. Bella was hot fuck incarnate, with heavy-lidded eyes, her shirt and bra pushed up baring her tits and her skirt bunched around her waist as she straddled me.

What the fuck was I waiting for? I quickly reached down and popped open my fly releasing my erection which strained eagerly, trying to lift itself away from my stomach. My eyes rolled back in my head as Bella reached down and grasped my dick and stroked it. She let out a breathy hum and I quickly ripped the condom out of its wrapper before I lost my shit completely.

I rolled the condom onto myself and Bella placed her arms on my shoulders. I pulled her mouth to mine, my fingers holding her face gently, kissing her softly and looking for confirmation of what we were going to do in her eyes.

Bella suddenly pulled my head back, her fingers gripping my hair, kissing me with force, her tongue dancing and sliding against mine. Her hot breathy pants and renewed movement of her hips against my erection all the answer I needed.

I wrapped one arm around her waist and slid my hand down and slipped my fingers into her folds finding her hot and wet and ready. I continued to stroke her, rewarded with more moans and curse words.

Taking my cock in hand I rubbed it against her clit then I pressed myself into her. Bella gasped as I entered her, I held still, allowing both of us a second to adjust. Fuck she felt good. She felt even better as she rocked herself against me, sliding up and down, her body rubbing on my abdomen.

"Fuck me," she breathed, clinging to my neck and her eyes squeezed shut. Her tits were in my line of sight and leaning forward slightly I sucked one breast into my mouth, flicking her peak with my tongue, while palming the other.

Our movements were fast, frantic and synchronized as my upward thrusts met her downward circling hips. The cab of the truck filled with the noise of our bodies meeting and our laboured pants.

Bella pulled my head back again to gain access to my lips and pressed her chest to mine. "Ugh…Edward…feels so good," she mewled. "Fuck yeah, Bella," I gasped back, moving my hands to her hips to help her keep pace as she began to lose focus.

Relentlessly, I pushed Bella hips into my thrusts as her thighs began to tremble and her breathing erratic. "Shit….ugh…oh god….Edward, I'm co-coming," she moaned, before releasing a long husky groan into the crook of my neck.

I could feel Bella come on my cock as her walls clenched, oh god, and then pulsed hard. Wrapping both arms around her tiny waist I held her body tight to me as I thrust up into her. The sudden surge of her hot, wet, tightness sent a tremor through me, the muscles in my legs and stomach clenched. With a long moan of my own I pressed into her as my own orgasm ripped through me sending lights shooting behind my squeezed shut eyes and a roaring in my ears.

We sat, our bodies joined wrapped in each others arms, until our breathing quieted and the sweat began to cool on our skin. Bella shivered and shifted back, lifting her head from where it rested on my shoulder, the air chilled my chest with her warmth removed.

Opening my eyes I noticed the condensation fogging the window of my old truck granting us a bubble of privacy in the vacant parking lot.

Looking at Bella I noticed that she had her eyes lowered and was worrying her bottom lip with her teeth. I gently pushed her dark hair back from her face, smoothing it behind her ears and following the soft silk back to cup her head.

"Hey," I whispered, "that was…wow." I grinned at her lopsidedly as she finally met my eyes with a small, shy smile of her own. I pulled her head to me and kissed her with all the tenderness I could muster after all the frenzy that had just taken place.

"hmmm," she hummed against my lips, returning my kisses with such sweetness that my entire belly lurched and my heart began to pound. I ran the tip of my tongue along her lower lip then gave her one more peck before pulling back and resting my forehead on hers.

I stroked her cheek with my thumb and ran my other hand around her back to pull her closer to me. Time seemed suspended and it was just me and Bella and the sound of our breathing and hearts beating, regulating, beating and breathing in unison.

The calm intimacy was shattered by a sharp rapping on the window to our right.

"Edward quit fucking around with Bella and let her out of your truck! We got to go, Paul wants to lock up."

For someone usually so perky, Alice could be one grumpy drunk.

"Fuck Alice! Just give us a second okay," I shouted back, reaching for my shirt as Bella quickly righted her bra and tank, panicking. I was very happy that the windows were fogged but not so happy to see the sight of Bella's tits disappear.

Bella smoothed her skirt back down over her hips and moved to sit next to me. I tucked myself away and buttoned up. As disgusting as it is I would deal with the discomfort of the condom on my spent erection when I got back inside. Bella moved for the handle of the door as I pulled on my shirt.

"Hey," I said, stopping her with my hand on her arm. "Wait a second, don't go yet. I need to know if I can see you again…" I trailed off suddenly unsure, unsure of what just happened and unsure of where this was going.

Bella's gaze locked with mine, her brown eyes liquid and unfathomable. Her cheeks pinked and a small smile curled her lips. Fuck she is beautiful.

"Um, I don't – do you have a pen?" she asked softly. "Yeah, hang on," I answered, reaching around to open the glove compartment, the organs in my chest warring with themselves in a flurry of nerves. I fished around and pulled out a black sharpie and handed it to her.

Bella pulled the cap off with her teeth, which seemed ridiculously erotic, and pulled my arm to her. Turning my arm over she wrote a series of numbers across my skin, recapped the pen and returned it to me.

Dropping the pen on the floor I grabbed her and pressed my lips to her, hungry for one last taste of her sweetness. We were both breathless when I pulled away and opened the door so we could exit the vehicle.

Stepping down I met the amused gaze of Rosalie and the slightly perturbed on of Alice. Both stood with hips cocked, arms crossed and brows raised. Um, yeah that did not bode well. I helped Bella out of the truck and before I could say or do anything the two girls had Bella, red-faced and quiet, in hand and walking away. Before I knew it I was standing alone listening to the faint sound of feminine laughter followed by the starting of the engine of Rose's yacht.

Ruefully, I ran my fingers through my hair, rubbing my scalp. The whole evening had a slightly surreal quality to it. With a shrug I chuckled and shook my head. Kicking at the gravel I walked back into the Hilton to settle my tab and ask Emmett for a ride home.

~~~PF~~~

The next morning found me groggy and bleary-eyed. I made my way up to my Aunts kitchen in my pyjama pants on the hunt for coffee. Esme, an angel of mercy, handed me a steaming cup as soon as my feet met the linoleum floor of the kitchen.

"I made a fresh pot soon as I heard the shower running," she said ruffling my damp locks before patting my cheek with a fond smile. "I gather that you had a good time last night? I didn't hear you come in."

"Yeah," I croaked, blushing, "we shut the place down." I moved to stand by the sink and looked out at the farm yard through the window above it. I sipped at my coffee gratefully.

Esme returned to the kitchen table where her and Carlisle were enjoying their morning cup of grog and sharing the local weekly paper. They talked quietly with each other sharing the recent gossip and news for Paris and surrounding small communities.

My mind wandered back over the events of the night before. My skin tingled and couldn't help but smile with the memory of Bella's lips, skin and touch. I turned my arm over and continued to smile smugly to myself at the sight of Bella's phone number written there.

I was drawn out of my musings when I thought I heard Bella's name fall from my Aunts' lips. "What was that Esme?" I asked without turning my head from the view outside, taking another draw from my mug.

"Oh, I was just talking about Constable Swan, sweetheart," Esme replied, "you know, the officer that replaced Bill Swanson six months ago."

I chuckled internally. Esme kept pretty close tabs on the comings and goings of Constable Charlie Swan. I overheard her once, sighing on the phone with a friend, about how he looked so distinguished with his moustache, so much like Magnum PI. Carlisle and I enjoyed ribbing her occasionally about her crush on 'Magnum". She vehemently denied any such thing. We would buy it if she didn't blush like a school girl while doing so.

"Oh yeah, so what has our local Tom Selleck been up to lately?" I teased.

Esme rolled her eyes. "Well, I heard at the grocery store yesterday that he has a daughter who has just come to live with him for the summer. Apparently, she is going to be attending U of S this fall. Perhaps it would be polite of you to offer to show her around campus and the city. It's never easy being new and I think she is around your age."

I choked on my coffee as the pieces of information offered up by my Aunt fell into place. Catching my breath and clearing my throat I hesitantly asked, "Um, did you get her name?"

"I think it's something like Isabel, Isabella? Bella?" Esme responded.

Huh? Well shit. I just screwed Magnum's daughter – and I liked it, a lot.

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