Bella went through two vibrators the night after Edward had left. The first vibrator was admittedly on its last limbs. The second one? It was a grab bag gift from Rosalie’s bachelorette party. The thing probably cost a dollar at most and had no power. The third vibrator worked like a charm as Bella fantasized about Edward licking her to oblivion before fucking her until her legs quaked with need.
Walking into Bull Dog the following day, she was unsteady, and it wasn’t from her sparring session with Edward. It was all due in part to her overactive imagination, sexy kisses from Edward Masen and her vibrator ... erm, vibrators.
“You okay, Hells Bells?” Rose asked, leaning against the front counter. “You’re limping. Push it too hard yesterday?”
“You have no idea,” Bella mumbled, giving her friend a scowl.
“Seriously?” Rose asked, standing up taller and moving closer to her friend. “Did you really hurt yourself?”
“No, Rose. My calf tightened because I was an idiot. The limp is due to … never mind.”
“Did you take a ride on Masen’s cock?” Rose hissed.
Bella’s eyes widened. “Shut it, Rosalie!”
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