Fan Fiction
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For the Love of Bella
Emmett had come around from time to time throughout the night and would spanked my ass unexpectedly. He would growl as he did it and then walk away. Sometimes I was able to give a punch back or even a reprimand of some kind or another. But I loved him all the more for it. Like a little sister’s edge of sanity was being tested by a big burly older brother.
Speaking of the devil.
“You need to stop dancing with that guy and come over here to dance with me. I am owed at least one dance for helping you with your costume! Maybe even for your confidence that appeared out of thin air.” Emmett, and his cock-sure self, grabbed me from my dance partner, wrapped his arms around my waist and moved back and forth to the music. Leaving the guy standing there, wondering what the hell just happened.
“Ah Emmett, have you been unsuccessful in finding a partner tonight? From the looks of things, you have been a very busy boy.”
Watching him throughout the evening I would see him with a new girl almost every 45 minutes. But this was Emmett. He wanted to first see his options before deciding. Like going to Baskin Robbins and trying all 31 flavors before settling on one.
“Yeah Bells, but none compare to you. I mean, hell Bella. Look at you! Every man has been staring at you for the past few hours. You might be the cause of a few breakups tonight. All just because you are so damn hot!”
I couldn’t help but blush. Tonight’s attire was carefully planned out once I saw the costume. I felt like I was begging men to look at me. I knew that I was more or less a plain girl and was wanting the attention tonight. Jasper and Emmett just said these things tonight to help me to build my confidence. Nothing else.
Or…was it? The question was, did I want it to be? Something was nagging me at the back of my mind. If I could just put a finger on it.
EmPOV
Okay, I think that I have had too much to drink. Dancing with Bella was a really big turn on. When she would part her legs her skirt would hike up enough to reveal the garter clipped to her leggings. With a quick intake of breath, I thought to myself.


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