Hello there :)
So...this was a little entry I wrote for the Carlisle Uncovered
contest...a few months ago, I think. I always intended to expand it,
especially because of the reaction to the initial entry which
resulted in it winning the WHIPLASH AWARD! Such an amazing
first contest to be a part of, so thank you to everyone who voted
and to all involved in running it.
Anyways, this ventures away from my usual pairings and explores a
different kind of family than what I'm used to writing, but I'm
loving it and I hope you'll love reading it. It's looking like
around ten chapters or so, but we'll see. If you've read my other
stories, you'll know I tend to get a little wordy and my characters
often run away without me *teehee*
I'm planning to update weekly on Thursdays, so add it to your calendars ;)
Big thank you to the wonderful SunflowerFran for being her amazing
self and tidying this up for me! I tinkered with a few little bits here and
there, so any mistakes left are all mine.
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Neapolitan
He was the beautiful blond-haired stranger from the bar, and she was the pretty brunette barmaid who couldn't resist him. Together, they burned. Apart, they were cold. As cold as the ice cream trickling over the fingers of a little boy with strawberry hair. There are a million different flavors of ice cream out there worth trying, or maybe just one; Neapolitan.
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Chapter One
August 27th, 2011 - BELLA
"Excuse me! Excuse me, Sir! You've left your…huh. All right then."
Bella picked up the wallet, looking up just in time to see the back of its owner as he left the bar. It had been a busy night, so she hadn't even gotten a good look at his face. If he came back looking it was pretty unlikely she'd recognize him.
"Hey Bells, what'cha got there?"
"Wallet. Some guy left it behind. I'll put it in the lost and found before I lock up."
Jake grinned from behind the bar, his eyes half-lidded; he looked exhausted. Bella remembered the days of being up all night, changing diapers with your eyes closed and realizing the next morning you'd put the dirty diaper in your washing hamper instead of the trash, and putting your clothes on backwards for important job interviews.
Or maybe that's just me, who knows.
"Jake, go home, man. You look beat. Get some sleep and cuddle your wife, or something."
"Nah, it's okay, Bells. I can't leave you to do all this." Jake gestured round at the glasses littering, well…pretty much every surface. There was a sizeable spill on the dance floor that would need mopping, and some drunkard had knocked over an olive jar. The smell of the brine they'd been floating in still clung to the air. It would take Bella hours to get everything cleaned up by herself, but to be fair, Jake didn't look like he'd be a whole lot of help anyway.
He was dead on his feet.
Bringing the forgotten wallet with her, Bella made her way back around the bar, taking the glass and towel from Jake's hand – he'd been drying the same glass for almost ten minutes, by then – and set them down on the bar, ushering him towards the stairs to the apartment above. "Go home, Jacob Black. Rebecca would love to see you, and you need the sleep."
He gave her a sleepy smile, black eyes bloodshot. "Thanks, Bells. You're the best."
"Mmhm, and you're slurring. Get lost, JB."
"I'll give you that raise soon, Bells. Night."
"Yeah, yeah."
Bella loved her job at Jake's bar but it wasn't exactly helping her pay off any of her crippling student loans. Everyone encouraged kids to go to college, but it seemed nobody wanted to help pay off the debts it engendered.
At eighteen, Bella had planned to own her own business one day. But at twenty-four, she was nowhere near that goal. She was currently working five nights a week at JBs, the other two at a grill down the street. Jake promised her a pay rise every six months or so, but since his son JB Junior had been born nine months ago and staged a war against the sleeping patterns of his parents, he'd been a walking zombie and Bella had taken up the slack for him.
Which was great…until it meant she was up 'til two a.m. serving, with at least two more hours of cleaning to do. And she had a brunch tomorrow; Bella's mom would kill her if she cancelled again.
Maybe I could get Edward to tell her…
It was an idea to ponder while she battled with the broken mop handle and attempted to cleanse JBs of the suspicious spillage on the dance floor seeping ever-closer to the speakers.
In her three years working there, Bella had managed to talk Jake into various purchases. Her favorite? The jukebox in the corner. Flicking the switch at the back, she picked a few songs to get started with and headed off in search of the cleaning supplies.
Laden with a mop, bucket, and a boatload of self-professed singing talent, Bella got to work on the floor, vowing to never again allow Jake to accept two hen parties on the same night. It was feather-boa-sporting, glitter-shedding, drink-throwing hell.
So lost in her duet with Johnny Cash was she, that Bella didn't notice the click of the doors opening forty minutes later, or the soft clearing of a throat until it was repeated.
"Holy shit on a cracker!" She gasped, spinning around.
So, something about Bella you should know; she was clumsy. Almost morbidly so.
With that in mind, it was no surprise to Bella when her food caught a wet patch, and her flailing legs sent her crashing to the floor, taking the mop bucket with her.
"Ow," Bella groaned, grimacing at the feel of dirty, cocktail-floor water seeping into her t-shirt and jeans. Everything hurt, and she already knew the phone number in her back pocket would now be illegible. Not that she was that sad about it; the guy it belonged to, a regular patron at JBs, was a bit too gothic for her taste.
"I am so sorry! I was trying not to make you jump. Obviously failed there, Cullen. Well done."
Despite her predicament, Bella couldn't help but snort in amusement at the guy mumbling to himself. She peered up at him, now crouching over her prone form, and tried – failing miserably – to hide the crimson flush spreading over her entire face.
He was beautiful.
Like, not in the womanly way. But he had the most artfully designed face she'd ever seen. A strong, angular jaw, covered with a healthy growth of dark blond scruff and a pair of oh-so-kissable lips – currently pursed in a wince. His nose was annoyingly straight, settled between a pair of piercing, gray-blue eyes, and a thick set of brows groomed to perfection.
Dammit, why do guys always have better brows than me? Bella wondered idly, torn between wanting to smack this guy, ask him where he got his eyebrows done, and wanting to kiss him stupid.
"Miss? Are you okay? Did you hit your head?"
And he's got a gorgeous voice, to boot. Fuck a duck.
"I'm good!" She chimed. "Sorry, let me just—"
In hindsight, attempting to push herself up on the wet wood was a dumb idea. With her brain scrambled by the stranger's closeness, this notion didn't occur to her until she was already careening back towards the floor; this time, taking said stranger with her. They landed amidst the puddle of dirty mop water in a tangle of limbs, emitting a series of grunted curses and groans.
"Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Bella whined.
"I'm so, so sorry. God, I knew I should've just left it 'til tomorrow. It's not like I need my wallet tonight, anyway."
A lightbulb went on.
"Ah, so you're the guy in the booth. Your wallet's behind the bar."
The guy grinned up, looking all kinds of messy beneath her. He'd turned their bodies as they crashed down, so she was sort of sprawled half over his body, half in the filthy water. With just her sodden, navy, JBs t-shirt and his dark green, knit sweater between them, she could feel the ridges of his chest muscles under her, and the way his heart raced beneath her palm. His hair was a dark, honey blond, and though it looked relatively neat, it was also half a riotous mess; flat on one side, sticking up on the other.
"All right, seeing as I'm on top of you already, introductions. I'm Bella Swan, Finder Of Wallet."
He chuckled, the sound making Bella's stomach twist pleasantly. "Carlisle Cullen, Loser Of Wallet. And apparently, Menace To Pretty Bartenders. Did you hurt yourself?"
"No, I'm fine." Way better than fine, you beautiful human being. "All right, lemme up." With Carlisle carefully anchoring her, she managed to stand. Once he was standing too, having managed to get up far more gracefully than Bella had, they smiled at one another.
"So, wallet. Let me grab it for you." Bella darted around the bar before she could throw herself on the floor again, pulling the wallet from the lost and found box with a flourish. "Ta dah!"
Carlisle smiled, the grin punctuated by a single dimple. "Thank you, Bella. I didn't realize I'd left it behind until I was almost home. I thought you'd have closed up by now."
Bella shook her head, handing over the wallet after flicking it open to match his face to the image on the driver's license inside.
"I actually forgot to lock the doors. Jake would kill me."
As she made her way along the bar, collecting glasses to be cleaned, she caught the rise of Carlisle's brow. "Jake…your boyfriend? I wouldn't be so lucky to find a woman as pretty as you, and have her be single."
Hm…is the handsome stranger flirting? Me thinks so.
"Jake…the owner," she laughed, gesturing at the JB above the bar. "I always forget to lock the doors, and he's always telling me that one day some weirdo will wander in off the street." Bella cocked her head, smirking teasingly. "Are you a weirdo?"
Carlisle held his hands up in surrender. "Not as far as I know. I mean, I occasionally dip my fries in my milkshake at McDonalds, but that's the right thing to do, according to my niece and nephew."
The image of Carlisle, fancy pants Carlisle in his sweater and dress pants in a downtown bar, eating McDonalds fries dipped in milkshake had Bella giggling. He looked the sort to be dining in posh restaurants, not a cheap – but delicious – fast food chain.
"So, er, you want some help? I mean, I'm a little weird, but I can clean."
Bella laughed aloud. "You're gonna clean…in that?" She pointed to his clothes, which probably cost more than her entire wardrobe at home, belatedly noticing that they were sorta ruined already. Filthy mop water will do that to cashmere sweaters, she guessed.
"I'm already dirty now, may as well help. Besides, it was my fault the water was spilled. If I hadn't made you jump, you probably wouldn't have knocked it over."
Taking a moment to consider how her cop father would feel about her casually allowing a complete stranger in, albeit an exceedingly handsome one whose face she maybe sorta wanted to sit on, Bella finally nodded. Charlie would berate her endlessly, but he didn't need to know. "Sure. Uh, I'll get you a fresh shirt or something. I'm sure we still have some in the back."
As Bella darted towards Jake's office, she felt the distinct warmth of eyes on her back. Turning slightly, she smirked at the sight of Carlisle's gaze firmly planted on her butt. These were her favorite jeans for the pure fact that they made her ass look amazing; she was glad he'd noticed. Adding a little sway to the final few steps before she reached the office, Bella did an internal fist-pump at the quiet, but audible, groan behind her.
"I'm sure we have some, somewhere…aha!"
When Jake ordered the latest batch of JBs tees, he'd been sleep-deprived and had way overordered. Bearing in mind there were only three members of staff at JBs, they definitely didn't need thirty shirts. Luckily, Jake was around the same size as Carlisle, so she quickly yanked her drenched top over her head, released her bun, so her brown curls hung over her shoulders, and tugged on a new t-shirt before snagging one for Carlisle, re-joining him back out by the bar. She paused to admire the sight.
He'd removed his sweater and was using the splash of water left in the mop bucket to clean up as much as possible in just a pale gray beater. With every movement, his muscles tensed and released. Bella wiped her mouth to make sure no drool escaped at the sight of his defined biceps and shoulders, a telltale tightening in her belly making her sensible side throw up warning flags and 'caution' signs. A big red light flashed brightly in her mind, sirens wailing.
"You can just do that without a shirt if you want. I won't complain, just saying."
Okay, warning aborted.
Carlisle turned his head, surprise lighting his eyes and shaping his mouth in an adorable 'O' Bella wanted to fill with her tongue.
Sheesh, when did you get so whorey?
Shutthefuckup, sensibleness.
Bella snapped herself out of her internal battle with her conscience, finding that the voice of sensibility sounded remarkably similar to her mother.
"Uh…ditto?"
Bella followed his gaze down, grinning when she realized what he was looking at. She'd rolled up her top on the way out, twisting it just below her bra leaving her midriff bare down to her hips, where the waistband of her jeans rested. "Sorry. It's kinda hot in here. You mind?"
Carlisle gulped visibly, shaking his head. "No. No complaints here. None at all."
"Alrighty then." Bella clapped, making Carlisle jump. She delighted in how distracted he seemed to be by her skin. "Shall we get started?"
"Sure."
By the time Bella had refilled the bucket and returned to the bar, Carlisle had made short work of most of the glasses, which only left the ones on the tables to be loaded into the dishwasher. Bella shot him a grateful smile, having secretly always hated cleaning the glasses the most. He set to work on the rest while she mopped the dance floor, deciding on a whim to go ahead and do the rest while she was at it. Couldn't hurt, and her flailing had spread it around anyways.
"I love this song." Carlisle eventually murmured. Bella would've liked to say she'd forgotten he was there, but it was impossible to do so when all she could see was his God-like torso flexing with each and every movement. So far, she'd mopped the same patch of floor three times, each time getting distracted by him and forgetting whether she'd done it or not.
The song finally registered, a grin spreading across Bella's face. "You do, huh?"
Carlisle hummed, continuing his ministrations on the glass he was drying. In and out his hand went, then just a finger as he scratched at a mark to see if it was a break or something the washer had missed.
Bella had never wanted to be a champagne flute so badly in her life.
"It's my favorite," she admitted in lieu of jumping on him.
He glanced up with a small, crooked half-smile. "Yeah? Johnny Cash? You've got good taste."
"Mmhm."
Finally done with the floor, or at least giving up on it for the time being, Bella wheeled the bucket towards the back room, returning to the bar just as Carlisle set down the last glass.
"All done."
Looking round, Bella found herself a little disappointed when she realized he was right. They'd finished what would've taken her two hours alone, in a little under an hour. Bella was big enough to admit that she wished she'd dawdled more. He'd have stayed longer then, but he was already reaching for his wallet and tucking it into his back pocket.
"You want a drink? On the house, for your help." She blurted, not wanting him to leave just yet.
He offered her a head-tilt. "You sure?"
"Yep! What's your poison?"
"Jack and Coke. On the rocks, please."
Bella grinned, getting to work and gesturing for him to take a seat. He walked around the bar, perching on a stool. His eyes followed her as she deftly pulled down a bottle of Jack Daniels, then removed a fresh bottle of Coke from the fridge under the bar. She set it down in front of him a minute later with a murmured, "Ta dah," making him chuckle quietly.
"Thank you, Bella."
"No problem. Thank you for helping."
"Are you not having one?"
Bella cast a look at the clock, wincing. 3:35a.m. "Ah, fuck it. Why not?" She poured a duplicate of Carlisle's drink, slinging herself easily up onto the bar in a maneuver she was desperate not to fuck up in front of Carlisle. He watched with wide eyes. Eyes, which Bella was excited to see, were darkening to midnight blue as they roamed over her legs, bare stomach, and up to her tits. The t-shirt she'd chosen was purposefully a size too small, showcasing her girls perfectly. Judging by the way Carlisle shifted on his stool, widening the gap between his legs slightly, he thought they looked pretty darn perfect.
Well done, ladies, Bella thought with glee.
"So, Jake's not your boyfriend. Could I be so lucky as to assume that there isn't one?"
Bella smirked, raising her eyebrows. "Why, Mr. Cullen…are you flirting?"
Instead of being embarrassed, Carlisle simply grinned, a wicked sparkle to his gaze. Bella came to the sudden realization that her pretty new lace panties probably weren't going to make it.
Ah well, never mind. Totally worth it.
"Maybe I am. Would that be okay?"
"Well…" Bella pretended to think about it. She loved the way it made Carlisle frown, his eyes narrowing, lips pursing, long fingers tapping the glass in his hand. She wanted those fingers on her.
Or in me, whatever. I'm not greedy. Okay, so maybe I am.
Electricity hummed in the air between them, warmth radiating from Carlisle's knee where it touched Bella's calf hanging over the bar. Even through their trousers, she could feel him; feel the vibrations skittering from his body into hers. It felt as though somebody had plugged her into a power point, energy thrumming through her veins and jump-starting her heart as he let his free hand glide up; from the top of her foot encased in her old Chucks, over her shin, her knee where he paused to draw circles which made her shiver. Finally, he stopped at her thigh, lazily squeezing. She shook, desperate for his hand to climb higher to the point between her thighs where she burned for him. Where she ached for his fingers or those kissable lips.
"Bella?"
"Hm?" Drunk on the feeling of his hand on her, Bella managed to blink and meet his eyes.
She noticed the heat within them just a second before he changed his hold from gentle to firm, giving her one quick tug to yank her from the bar onto his lap. She straddled him on the stool, squealing quietly when it rocked twice before settling. Bella had barely a second to orient herself before he stole the breath from her lungs, his lips crashing roughly against hers. She hesitated briefly before responding in kind, clutching his strong shoulders as she eagerly welcomed his tongue into her mouth, their kiss all heat, fire, and passion.
He tasted of whiskey but also sweet like Coke, and vaguely minty, like he'd had a fresh mint or smoked a menthol before returning to the bar. His thighs were solid beneath her, his chest firm against hers as she pulled herself as close as possible and nipped at his lower lip.
Bella all-but melted into a puddle at the groan he emitted when her teeth clamped down gently.
It was pure need and set her on fire. If Bella hadn't already, she knew for sure then that she'd be throwing these panties away. They were soaked and she wouldn't have been surprised if he'd soon be able to feel her wetness on his thigh.
"Bella…fuck…"
"Yes, and please," she whispered against his jaw, unable to resist biting it just a little.
He didn't seem to mind.
"Fuck yes." He grunted, thrusting upwards. It changed their angle, bringing his hard length into perfect alignment with her wet heat. She whined, pressing down into him with a soft sigh of relief at the pressure.
Fucker ain't small.
"Bella, sweetheart," Carlisle gritted out through his teeth, moving his hands to squeeze her ass, hard. "If you want me to stop—"
"Don't you fucking dare, Cullen. I live nearby, we can go—"
"No. We're not going anywhere. I saw you here first; I want to fuck you here."
Bella wasn't sure whether to smack him for being bossy or kiss him for the same reason.
She settled for darting down to suck his neck hard enough to leave a mark.
Carlisle managed to stand, hoisting Bella so that she could wind her legs around his waist, crossing them over his ass as he carried her to the nearest booth.
The booth he'd been sitting in earlier, where he'd left his wallet.
Drunk on this man, this wickedly, sinfully beautiful man, Bella didn't feel even a hint of her usual nerves as she tugged her t-shirt over her head and unbuttoned her jeans, watching him remove his beater and reach for his own pants. Morbid curiosity made her pause, her tongue darting out to lick her lips when he unfastened his dress pants and revealed the straining bulge barely being held within his black briefs.
"Oh, fuck, love. You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you?" He grunted, eyes fixated on her tongue.
"Ditto, handsome. Here." Feeling an uncharacteristic bolt of confidence, Bella kept her gaze firmly on Carlisle's face as she reached for his hand, pulling it down and pushing his fingers inside her unzipped jeans. As soon as his fingers found her hot, wet clit, she shivered, and Carlisle transformed. He went from almost angelic, with his light hair and eyes, to sin incarnate.
His hair a wild mess atop his head, face a mask of want, Bella felt herself grow impossibly more turned on. She'd never felt like this before. She'd never seen so much need in a man's face, never known a man to want her as much as Carlisle apparently did.
And there was no hiding how much he wanted her.
Not when she was sitting on the edge of the booth bench, her face waist-high to Carlisle, standing as he was. His dick jutted out in its fabric prison, pointing toward her. Bella peered up at him through her lashes and let her tongue peek out once more. As the tip of it brushed the end of Carlisle's dick, she watched his body ripple in a shudder. His brows drew closer, a stifled growl reverberating in his chest.
She felt powerful. In charge. It was a heady sensation.
Slowly, so that he could stop her if he wished, Bella gently removed him from his boxers, shoving them down with his jeans and barely waiting for him to kick them off before sucking him into her mouth as far as she could.
"Oh, mother of—Bella!"
His hands flew to the back of her head, immediately relocating to her shoulders. She reached up and placed them back on her hair, humming in approval when he tentatively wound his fingers into her dark locks. He groaned, long and low, then again when she let her tongue join in the action, licking first up one side of his rigid length, then the other, ending with a quick suckle on his tip. He bucked his hips towards her, muttering curses under his breath.
"Carlisle?"
"Yeah?" He panted, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes.
Here goes nothing. "Fuck me?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Before Bella could utter another word, he'd pulled her pants down – panties included – and tossed them away with her Chucks after a brief battle with the laces. Her bra was next to go, then Carlisle paused to take her in, spread out before him. His eyes roamed from her hair fanned out beneath her head, over her perfectly perky tits, an exact handful when he reached out to cup them, down to her pussy. She wasn't completely bare; he was happy to notice, though she was neat and had a thin, short landing strip. He was all for women grooming, but he wasn't a fan of bare. He wanted a woman, not a girl.
Unable to stop himself, Carlisle let his fingers trail down over the strip of hair, grinning when she jerked as he reached her clit. It was hot and swollen, ripe and ready for his tongue. He bent slowly, so that she'd be able to stop him; though he prayed she wouldn't. Bella didn't, and she let loose a keening cry of pleasure and dug her head back into the leather seat when his tongue made one long swipe over her from entrance to clit, then back again. He moved over her body, kissing his way from aching core to kiss-swollen lips. She bit at him again, so deliciously greedy for him, swallowing his grunt when the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. She was burning, and already felt so good.
Carlisle forced himself to slow down, resting his weight on one arm while brushing a lock of hair from Bella's cheek. She nipped his lips, whining in frustration when he refused to move his hips even when she wound her legs around his waist, tugging at him as hard as she could.
"Hey, wait a second. Let me look at you."
Bella sobered a little, reaching up to twine her fingers in his hair. He hummed, leaning down to press feather-light kisses against her lips, chuckling when she tugged his hair in an attempt to get him to kiss her harder. "Kiss me, dammit."
"I am," he mumbled against her lips, moving from one corner to the other.
"God, you're an asshole." Before Carlisle could protest, she'd reached down with one hand and was stroking his dick in an agonizingly provocative way. He grunted into her mouth, finally giving up the act of patience, and thrust into her in one, deliciously slow, but hard, movement.
She cried out, gripping his back and raking her nails from shoulder blade to the top of his ass. Carlisle hadn't realized how much he'd like that until she did it. The sting made him thrust back in twice as hard, his zealousness moving them further up the seat. Bella cried out again but begged for 'more, harder' between 'fuck yeses.'
Some obscure rock band wailed in the background as Bella and Carlisle crashed together. Over and over again their bodies came together and separated, their orgasms coiling and tightening in tandem. She clamped her walls around his dick, smiling at the groan it pulled from him. He snaked a hand beneath her head, cradling her neck and using it as leverage to pump into her harder. The other hand crept down to her hip, clasping hard enough that she flexed but moved into him, loving it all, wanting more, more, more.
She wanted it all. Everything he had to give, this perfect stranger with the silky voice and to-die-for-cock.
And die she might.
As her orgasm barreled towards her Bella wondered if her heart was going to burst out of her chest. It sure felt like it.
Carlisle grunted, his movements becoming jerkier, less coordinated. His brows furrowed, eyes almost pitch black. It was obvious he was close. Bella reached behind his head, scratching her nails lightly over the back of his neck and down his spine, digging them in harder at the base of his back. She grinned with glee when he threw his head back and pounded into her harder, faster, gripping her tighter.
The smile was wiped from her face when he adjusted slightly and hit her at a new angle.
"Fuck!" She hissed, the pleasure too much, too intense.
"Bella…I'm close, sweetheart."
Unable to lean up, with him holding the back of her neck, Bella tugged his head closer, raking her teeth gently over his lower lip before sucking it into her mouth to soothe the sting. "Come for me, handsome. I want to feel you."
"Oh, fuck."
Hearing him swear in that refined voice, silky smooth but somehow rough at the same time, tipped Bella over the edge. She reached down, rubbing her clit in three, tight little circles before falling, spiraling into the depths of a world-shaking orgasm.
Her pussy walls tightened around Carlisle's cock, the blissful look on her face tugging him over the cliff edge right alongside her. He felt the orgasm tighten in his balls first, then shoot up through his body before flying straight back down to his dick. As the first rope of come shot into her, he muffled his shout into Bella's tits, thrusting erratically until he was empty and spent, trying to hold himself up so he didn't squash Bella while struggling with even the most basic of human functions; like breathing, or keeping his heart from beating clean out of his chest.
"I should go…" He mumbled against her chest a few minutes later, once the panting had subsided, and he could see more than just pinpricks of light.
"Nah. Stay. Stay right here." Bella shuffled around, tugging Carlisle with her by his hair. He wound up against the back of the booth, Bella tucked into him with her chest to his, their arms resting around each other's waists, one of Carlisle's pillowed beneath her head. She settled perfectly against him, snuggling right in with a satisfied, sleepy hum. Glancing up at his face once more, Bella smiled. He grinned back down at her, all post-orgasmic relaxation. "Night, handsome."
"Night, sweetheart," he murmured, kissing her forehead and attempting to get comfy on the sweat-slicked leather.
Within minutes, she was fast asleep, breathing quietly against his chest with a smile still on her red, kiss-swollen lips.
When she woke the next morning, too-hot and feeling a distinct ache between her legs that meant she'd been thoroughly fucked, Bella already knew what she'd find.
A tidy bar, her clothes spread across the floor where they'd been thrown without care, and herself, all alone.
I'm also going to try to do a shout-out each chapter if I remember! Last week's was Sunshine1220's Duplicity, which leaves me hanging with a million questions and all the feels after every single update.
This time, I'd like to rec OtherRootVegetable's Vancouver Waves. Two chapters into this fic and I'm hooked! Well worth a read!
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Have a great weekend, everyone! xo