Cowboy

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If you had asked me a year ago, between Rose and Alice whose bachelorette party would have been more fun, I would have said Rose’s—hands down. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Alice hosted Rose’s bachelorette about a month before her wedding. We’d gone to dinner and used a limo to go from bar to bar near the university. Alice made us all wear penis necklaces and had Rose drink from a water bottle shaped like a penis. She insisted on choosing our outfits and we all looked fabulous, until we got shitty drunk. It was fun, but it was nothing like the party Rose and I had for her.

We met for coffee at the hospital and it didn’t take us long to plan; we were both on the same page.

“Dancing,” I said to start. “There has to be dancing.”

Rose rolled her eyes but agreed. “Strippers?” she asked, raising a brow at me.

“A cowboy stripper?”

“Of course.”

“Reserved seating at a club, not just hopping from bar to bar.”

She grinned. “Agreed. Where should we go?”

“Trinity? The Last Supper Club? I’m not sure.”

“I was thinking along the same lines. Let me price some shit out and call you later this week.”

“I can check into a stripper if you want.” I didn’t even know where to start; I’d have to Google it or something.

Rose laughed. “I’ve got it covered.”

“Really?”

She nodded, eyes sparkling. I wasn’t sure what that meant, and I didn’t really want to ask.

“Okay, what can I do to help?”

“We need to get some of those penis necklaces and shit. And she’s so using that fucking water bottle she gave me.”

I laughed out loud. “I can do that.”

Rose had been mortified, but Alice had insisted she use it; turn about was fair play, and I knew without a doubt they’d eventually make me use it as well. We were strategic in our plans, letting Alice design her own outfit for the party so she’d be a good sport about the rest.

We started the night at Rose and Em’s with a small group of women for some hors d’oeuvres and drinks. Angela had come down from Forks to join us, but otherwise the group was made up of Alice’s friends from U-dub. She wore a hot pink veil and one of those standard black t-shirts with BRIDE written in rhinestones on the front. Of course, Alice had jazzed it up a bit, painting various wedding vows all over it.

Rose presented her with a blinking penis necklace and earrings, penis suckers to hand out, and the phallic water bottle. After several rounds of shots, we settled in the living room and Alice opened gifts. She blushed as she opened boxes of lingerie and body glitter, then turned bright red and giggled at sex dice and a sparkly vibrator.

“Oh my god, you guys! How did you know?”

Oh god. I didn’t know. I didn’t want to know, but I knew she was going to tell us. “Alice…” I said, shaking my head in warning, but she didn’t notice.

“I wore the old one out when Jasper went out of town last weekend!”

“Alice!” Angela called, finally catching her attention.

“Oh, sorry,” she giggled and we all laughed.

In reality, we were all used to Alice over-sharing about her sex life, but there were some things that we just didn’t need to hear.

“God, I’ve missed you guys,” Angela laughed, wiping her eyes.

“There are no better friends than old friends,” Rose agreed, nodding. Even with a few drinks in her she was full of wisdom.

Alice had just checked her lipstick in the mirror and adjusted her blinking cock necklace when there was a knock at the front door. She was having such a great time that she didn’t think twice before throwing the door wide open.

I took a great picture of her with her mouth hanging open as she stared at the cowboy on the doorstep.

“Whoa—I mean, hello there, cowboy,” Alice purred, cocking her hip against the door frame.

“Howdy, ma’am.”

He’d said two words and I was trying not to laugh at his ridiculous fake accent.

“What brings you to these parts?” Alice giggled again as she looked him up and down.

“My horse threw a shoe about a mile back. I saw ya’ll’s lights on and wondered if I could rest a spell.”

I burst out laughing and received an angry glare from Angela. Covering my mouth, I headed for the kitchen to get another margarita. When I made it back to the living room, the cowboy was bent over at the stereo setting up his music while the ladies ogled his ass in his tight Wranglers. It was a nice ass, but his arms and chest were all lotioned up, shiny and tanned to the point he was almost orange. I sat on the arm of the couch as Rose held up a wad of dollar bills and began handing them out to everyone.

I knew I had to participate, even if I was feeling a little weird about it. Don’t get me wrong; I was all for watching porn and going to strip clubs occasionally. I just didn’t really want to touch any of the dancers—ew—no…just—no…I shivered thinking about it.

He pulled a chair from the dining room and put it in the middle of the floor, then led Alice over to it. She ran her fingertips down his chest looking like she was about to devour him.

“You look good, cowboy, but I’m marrying my very own Texan.”

He smirked at her, cocky and teasing. “But you’re not married yet.”

Alice threw her head back laughing. “This is true,” she looked down at the sparkling diamond on her left hand, “but I’m not about to throw it away either.”

His face lit up in a genuine smile. “I’m sure no one here wants you to. Just sit back and have a nice time, yeah?”

She licked her lips and nodded.

Rose flopped down on the couch next to me and rolled her eyes. “Get naked, cowboy.”

He gave her a dirty look then stood in front of Alice. “Ready?”

“Sure,” she grinned, reaching for his large silver belt buckle.

“Ah—ah—ah.” He shook his finger at her and took a step back.

He nodded at Angela, who pushed play on the iPod he’d docked by the stereo. Kid Rock’s “Cowboy” began to play, and he popped the buttons on his leather vest, one by one.

A little while later he was standing in front of Alice, wearing nothing but a g-string and thrusting his cock in her face. We had all gotten into it eventually, slipping money in his waistband or dropping it in his hat if he held it out. After another margarita, I’d found myself laughing as I slid some bills into the front of his tiny underwear, slightly mesmerized by his dancing pecs. Rose slapped my ass to break my stare, then took my place in front of the dancer. She looked him up and down, raising her eyebrow and leaning close to whisper something. He smiled and gave her an almost imperceptible nod before she came back to sit next to me.

I leaned closer so she could hear me over the music. “What was that?”

She grinned. “I told him to say hi to his boyfriend.”

“No way.”

“Way.”

I processed it for just a second before I bit my lip and grinned at her. “Shit. That’s hot.”

“Right? They work out with Em.”

We were still laughing when the song finished and he leaned down to touch cheeks with Alice, before he passed his cowboy hat for a final round of tips. Rose helped him gather his things and walked him out while the rest of us laughed and talked, comparing our favorite parts of his show.

We made sure Alice had a little more to eat so she wasn’t drinking on an empty stomach, then piled into a limo. Rose had made reservations at The Last Supper Club near Pioneer Square. I didn’t go dancing a lot, but I’d been there once or twice. It was always fun and usually had a good DJ.

We were all pretty drunk by the time we made it to the club. The alcohol had fogged my brain enough that I didn’t resist when Angela and Alice each took a hand and pulled me to the dance floor. The DJ was playing something with a great beat and I let my body go, moving to the music without a care in the world.

A few songs later I’d almost forgotten about the surprise we had planned for Alice until I heard a squeal as Jasper snuck up behind her. Grinning, I let my eyes wander over the crowd looking for Edward.

Rose and I had agreed that while Alice thought she wanted to have a traditional bachelorette, she would undoubtedly end up calling Jasper and getting him to join us. It didn’t seem fair that she’d end up with her man while we were alone, so we’d just turned it into a group party, convincing the guys to meet up with us at the club.

I didn’t see Edward on the dance floor, but he had to be in close; the guys had gone to dinner and were coming to the bar together. Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands on my hips and hot breath on my neck. I smiled and reached back to put my hand in his hair—the wrong hair.

Suddenly everything was very wrong. I pulled my hand away as if I’d been burned. Who the fuck was behind me?

A deep voice, that I recognized from somewhere, spoke near my ear, ending with a chuckle.

“Isabella, it’s always a pleasure to run into you unexpectedly.”

What the fuck? As I started to pull away and tried to place the voice when I saw Edward’s piercing green eyes staring at me. I scrambled even harder to put distance between my body and the man behind me.

I turned quickly and gasped. “Garrett, shit! You scared me. What are you doing here?”

“I’m with Royce and a couple of his friends; the wives all went to see some musical.” He smiled at me and moved some hair off my sweaty forehead. “You look hot.” He held out a bottle of water and I shook my head.

I was still processing that he meant I looked hot, as in warm, and not hot as in, well…hot, when I realized he’d said ‘our’ wives. Before I could really get my head around it, Edward was beside me, practically growling. Fuck my life, he’d heard Garrett call me hot.

“Oh hey. I’m just an old friend.” Garrett put his hands up, like he was proving to Edward that he wasn’t a threat. “I’m Garrett.”

I saw the glint of a wedding band on his finger, and I wondered if Edward saw it even though he stayed tense, practically sneering. He nodded, but didn’t offer his name, and I was torn between smacking him and pulling him into a corner to make out.

“Well, it was great to see you, Bella.” Garrett glanced quickly at Edward before giving me a questioning look. “I—ah—hope you’re well?”

“What? Oh!” Suddenly I realized how jealous Edward appeared and understood the concern, as unfounded as it was. I smiled a little at the ridiculousness of the whole encounter. “I’m fine. It was good to see you, too. I didn’t realize you were still in the area, or that you’d gotten married. Congratulations.”

Edward hadn’t moved, he was still standing between us acting like a territorial guard dog.

“Yeah, I’m still teaching. I got married last spring. Anyway, I’m going to find my brother. Take care, Bella.”

Edward was not making either of us feel comfortable catching up, and I understood Garrett’s retreat. “You, too,” I said quietly.

Garrett smiled, almost sadly, and nodded at Edward before turning to disappear into the crowd.

Edward’s fingers squeezed mine just before he spun around to face me. His eyes burned into mine for a second, and his hands found their way to my hair as he kissed me fiercely; placing his claim on me for anyone who might be watching.

When he broke away, I was breathing hard and weak in the knees. He stepped back, looking slightly dazed himself for a second, then he turned and walked away.

“Dude, no sex on the dance floor,” Emmett said from right next to me. Apparently he had no idea what had just happened. That made two of us.

I felt the blush rising from my chest and knew I was pink to the tips of my ears.

“Sorry, Em,” I laughed trying to cover up my conflicting emotions. I took in the scene on the dance floor. Alice was devouring Jasper’s face in a kiss. Paul and Angela were dirty dancing near our other friends from U-dub, while, oddly, Emmett looked at the group of us like a proud father.

None of them had seen anything. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I still wasn’t sure if I was turned on or pissed off by Edward’s possessive actions. Emmett’s loud voice interrupted my thoughts, and I decided I didn’t want to think about it anyway.

“All right gang, Rose is getting some shots poured. Who’s in?”

“Me!” Angela raised her hand like an over-eager school kid.

Paul groaned, “Am I holding your hair later?”

“Probably, Mr. Lahote,” she teased her husband, “probably.”

He put an arm around her, kissing the top of the head, chuckling. “See what you have to look forward to Jasper?”

“Look forward to?” Alice snorted. “He’s already done it!”

“Oh, Paul,” Jazz laughed, “you haven’t heard how I met Miss Alice, have you?”

There was a collective groan, because the rest of us knew that there was no stopping the two of them when they told the story of their meeting. Emmett started to coral everyone towards the VIP area where Rose was waiting. “Shots first, stories later.”

When we reached our reserved area, Edward was sitting on a small love seat drinking a beer. Sighing, I made my way to sit with him. I gave him a expectant look, waiting for him to say something. It surely wasn’t the best place to have this conversation, and I probably wasn’t in the best state of mind, but he didn’t like to leave things unspoken.

He huffed out a breath, sitting forward. “I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t like seeing him touching you.”

I leaned closer so we didn’t need to yell. “Edward, I broke up with him for you.”

“I know,” he growled in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose. “But he has a normal job, with regular hours. You could spend every weekend together and you wouldn’t need to worry about Russian nurses following him around.”

“None of that matters, Edward. We have to get through your residency and then it will be better. I understand that.” I put my hand on his cheek. “I don’t want anyone else, just you.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Can we talk about this when we’re both sober?”

“That’s a good idea.” I hoped that he meant it and just wasn’t so pissed he didn’t want to talk about it. I was still a little confused by his reaction on the dance floor.

He turned in his seat to face me and scooted closer so he could whisper in my ear, “Have I told you how amazing you look tonight?”

“No,” I sighed.

“You look amazing, and I’m so in love with you it scares the hell out me.”

He placed a kiss on my forehead and turned back to the conversation with our friends while I sat there, thoroughly confused and utterly in love with him.

After a round of vodka shots, we all gathered around the couches and listened as Jasper told Paul about Alice getting sick from drinking tequila and sangria on the night they met.

“Here was this sassy little number, dressed up like a Texas beauty queen, telling us all that she was going to design hiking and camping gear.” He laughed a little, smiling at Alice. “She tried to sound excited, but there was no life in her eyes…”

“Aw, poor Alice,” Angela teased even though she’d heard the story a thousand times. I had no idea how Paul had managed to avoid hearing it.

“Right?” Jasper agreed.

“He didn’t realize, when he took a seat next to me at the table, that my boyfriend’s family owned a sporting goods store,” Alice laughed.

“I just felt the need to explain that you were clearly on the wrong path.”

“Is that what you were doing with those shots of tequila?” she teased.

“Well, darling, I had to get you to relax a little so you’d be receptive to my ideas.”

“You mean so you could fuck some sense into her?” Rose snorted.

“Hey, we didn’t have sex that night!” Alice cried.

“We waited til morning when we took a shower,” Jazz finished with a huge grin.

Alice smacked his arm. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you just told them that!”

“Don’t act like the girls didn’t know already, sugar.”

“Yeah, but -” she looked around and sighed. “Those are my brothers.”

“Seriously, Al? You’re a screamer,” Emmett laughed. “And we all know when you lost your virginity to Mike.”

“Yeah,” I snorted. “It was shortly before he tripped and got that black eye in the stock room at Newton’s.”

“Tripped, my ass; I punched that jackass. He was bragging about tapping my sister,” Emmett confessed.

“What?” Alice screeched.

I tried to hold back my laughter but the alcohol, and the fact that we were finally revealing something we’d kept a secret for years, got the best of me. Everyone in Forks knew that Emmett was responsible for Mike’s black eye—everyone except Alice—and the cat was finally out of the bag. I looked at her shocked face and felt a little bad for having kept it from her.

“Holy hell, Em! That is the nicest thing you’ve ever done for me!” She shocked us all by throwing her arms around him.

“Holy hell is right,” Rose said, standing beside me.

“No shit; I thought she was going to be pissed,” I added.

“She might be when she sobers up,” Edward said with a shrug.

“I can’t believe ya’ll never told her,” Jasper laughed. “But thank fuck somebody hit him for talking shit about my girl.”

Paul snorted. “One punch, man, that’s all it took. Em told Mike if he ever heard another word about Alice having sex he’d castrate him.”

“Mike never talked about having sex with Alice again,” Angela laughed.

“No, it was Alice that ended up doing all of the talking,” I said, rolling my eyes. Angela and I had been hearing about Alice’s sex life for years. “How did we end up talking about Mike tonight, anyway?” I asked, and we all laughed.

“I have no idea,” Alice giggled and put her arms around Jasper again. “Guess I had to experience Mike to find my true love.”

There was a collective groan among the group and Rose started handing out glasses of champagne that a waitress had delivered. She held up her glass, making a simple toast, “To good friends, good times, and love that lasts forever.”

We raised our glasses and murmured in agreement before drinking. Taking advantage of our VIP seating and the alcohol that came with it, we hung out for a while, making a few more trips to the dance floor.

A while later, Angela and Paul were saying goodnight to everyone when Edward came to stand next to me. His arm slid around my waist and I sighed, settling my head against his shoulder.

“I’m tired, Doc. Can we go home, too?” Despite the drama with Edward and Garrett, the night had been a blast. I hadn’t had that much fun in years.

He nodded, and we said our own goodbyes before leaving the club hand in hand. We grabbed a cab and I found myself tucked against his side again. Closing my eyes, I rested my head on his shoulder. I thought about Edward’s reaction to Garrett and had to wonder how much of it was because of our history. I wondered again if he’d even noticed that Garrett had on a wedding ring. I felt kind of bad for how I had reacted to Russian Barbie, but she was clearly interested in Edward, so that was different.

I also wondered if he was going to keep me up so we could talk it out before we went to sleep. I didn’t really understand his reaction, and I wasn’t necessarily mad about it, but I did think he was crazy for thinking I’d even look at anyone else.

When I opened my eyes, I was in bed with Edward wrapped around me like a blanket. I snuggled even closer to him, taking a couple of deep breaths, and drifted back to sleep. Apparently, we really were waiting to talk about it, and I was fine with that.

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Last Supper Club

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