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Chapter Three

Our journey is continuing with Edward, Bella and Garrett. I do have a blog for this story. It's a continuation of the Renovations blog. A link for the blog is on my profile. On the blog, there will be picture teasers, teasers and pervy picture teasers. This story is going to be quite steamy and it's pre-written. It will be updated on Wednesdays and Saturdays with teasers on Sundays and Thursdays.

Also, thank you to Christina Downs for her help with planning out the story and wielding her red pen (cursor). You rock, girlie! Mwah!

Chapter Three

The rest of the morning and the afternoon were spent talking and vegging around the house. However, Bella needed to work off some of her pent up energy. Her crazy work schedule had caused her workouts to fall to the wayside during the past week. With some cajoling, she convinced them to go running with her. It was still 'work,' but it relaxed all of them since the sexual tension was at an all-time high.

They finished their five mile run. Bella went to shower in her bathroom while the guys took turns in the former 'oyster' bathroom. Bella searched in her closet, after she washed off the sweat, grime and nastiness from her run. Her instructions were clear from her slaves. Since when do slaves order around their master? Hmmm, tomorrow, I may have to remind them whose boss. Smiling, she searched through her closet for the perfect dress to wear to Pink Door. She found it in a wine colored sheath dress. Pulling it out, she put it on her bed and went back to finish getting ready for her date.

Downstairs, Garrett called the restaurant to verify his reservation and to request a table along the wall, with the bench seating. He said that it was because he wanted to see the aerial act that was scheduled to perform, but in reality it was to tease his girlfriend in plain view of all of the restaurant patrons.

Edward was primping in the bathroom, trying to calm his crazy-ass hair. He needed a haircut, but obviously no time to get one. He pulled on the same outfit he wore when his life changed forever: a charcoal dress shirt with a black, pin-striped waistcoat and a pair of dark wash jeans. The pants he wore that day had been ruined by Bella's over-exuberant orgasms. A casualty that he'd gladly accept since she had let herself go, losing herself to the pleasure they'd willingly offered.

Bella came downstairs, dressed in her wine-colored dress and a pair of nude heels. Her legs looked a mile long. Her jewelry was gold, but simple. Her hair was wild, curly and fluffed over her shoulders. "What do you think?" she asked, smiling at both of her boys.

"I think that I want to stay home," Garrett said.

"Well, I'm dressed up, to your specifications," she purred, slinking across the family room to where Garrett was seated. She sat down on his lap, caressing his scruffy cheek. Leaning forward, she brushed her lips to his. "I want to go out. Show off my own arm candy."

"I'm not sure if you followed all of our directions," Edward said, sitting on the table across from them. "I thought I saw a panty line."

"Feel," Bella said, uncrossing her legs. "Find out if I need more punishment." Edward moved her so she was seated between Garrett's legs. Her skirt hitched a little big and more of her creamy thighs were on display. Edward ran his hand up the inside of her leg, biting back a grown when he came in contact with her wet folds. Bella gasped, leaning back against Garrett and spreading her legs further apart.

"Is she wet?" Garrett asked, his hands idly scratching along her ribcage.

Edward pulled out his fingers, seeing them glisten under the warm light. "What do you think?" he replied, drawing his fingertips between his lips. "Dessert will be perfection, Garrett." Edward picked up Bella's hands, standing her up. She was dazed and turned on. She feared she would be dribbling down her thighs by the end of the night. "Look at me, love."