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Chapter 1 - Dirty Little Secret

Bella

"Mmmm… Edward," I said as Edward's hands held onto my hips tighter. I continued gliding up and down on his dick, quick up, then down was slow and controlled.

Edward's hands loosened and moved up along my lower back, tracing along my spine and stopping at the back of my neck to pull me down into a breathy kiss. The erratic rhythm of our joined bodies never missed a beat. "Bizz. You feel so damn good. Fuck." My long brown hair acted like a curtain around us, hiding us from the outside world.

If only it could hide us forever.

I felt the blankets bunching up underneath of my knees, providing me with a little more height so I could raise up higher and enjoy the feel of every inch of his length inside of me. Quick, then slow. Up and down.

I loved the feel of his breath hitting my face. The scent brought back a flood of memories that swirled around in my head. We were each other's firsts; first crush, date, dance, kiss, romance, first… time.

I blinked away my thoughts when I felt Edward shifting us again, that time he withdrew from me and I groaned as he placed me on my stomach and slowly lifted my ass in the air. "You ready?" Edward asked as he entered me from behind, not waiting for an answer. I didn't think it was meant as a question; more like a warning.

I closed my eyes tightly at the new sensation; he became one with me again and took my breath away. He was so deep inside of me. I held on tight to the blankets to steady myself from his powerful thrusts. It was the best torture I had ever experienced. "Yes… yes…. oh, God, yes." I chanted as Edward started an even faster rhythm. I felt his breaths against my lower back and it added to the sensations I had of him touching every part of my body.

I pushed up on my arms so I could rock back and forth to meet his thrusts, enjoying the friction and sounds we made together. Skin smacked against sweaty skin. My breasts bounced from our erratic movements as I opened my eyes and looked back toward Edward. His eyes were closed tightly, and I could see beads of sweat on his face. I wanted to lick it and taste him on my tongue. Swallow him down and have him become a part of me.

In our less than sober state, neither of us cared that what we were doing was wrong.

Edward and I had been high school sweethearts. When Edward left to attend college in Seattle, with his hopes and dreams of becoming a doctor as his priority, I stayed behind to finish my senior year at Forks High School. Back in the day, Edward and I decided not to have a long distance relationship. As much as it hurt to watch him walk away, I knew we had no choice. What I really needed to admit to myself, though, was that choice had actually been made for me. Edward didn't want a long distance relationship, no matter how much I wanted to try.

A year later it was my turn to leave for college, and it did not take long for me to meet Jake. At first I tried to deny my attraction to him; his dark brown eyes, tanned skin, and funny personality had drawn me to him. He was like my own personal sun. We became quick friends, and by the time our junior year began, we decided to give dating a try.

Jake was accepted by my friends, old and new, including Edward. They became the best of friends, hanging out almost every weekend when we all got together. It was strange to see the boy I once loved enjoying his time more with your current boyfriend than with you. It worked for them, so I did not complain. Jake and Edward called each other throughout the week and got to know the other well. At times I teased them about being a couple.

Edward was Jake's Best Man at our wedding the summer after he and I had graduated college.

That was why what Edward and I were doing was so wrong.

I was having sex with Edward while my husband spent the weekend with my father-in-law, Billy, to ask advice and seek counsel on the state of our short marriage. We both had seen the warning signs. Jake went to Billy for help and I called Edward. I never imagined where that one call would end up. Adultery.

"Edward, I need your help. Actually, we need your help, me and Jake," I said when he answered. "Mind if I swing by with some pizza and you can help me understand what's wrong with the male brain?" I joked, even though that was not a joking matter. My hands were shaking from my frazzled nerves.

Edward laughed, "Only if you bring a case with you too. Nothing less than a case, Bizzy. It'll take more than a few beers to explain that guys are always right and you girls, well, I guess that makes you wrong, pal. Sorry."

I rolled my eyes at his stupid attempt to make a joke, and I agreed to stop for pizza and beer before driving the twenty minutes to his apartment.

Two hours later, we had eaten the entire pizza and had a pretty good buzz going on. Since I'd arrived, we had discussed the main problems in my marriage, including our lack of intimacy. There just seemed to be a piece of our relationship missing somehow. If I had known myself better, I would've told myself what the missing piece was, but I didn't.

I loved Jake, I really did, just some days there was this voice yapping away in the back of my mind that told me I loved my husband, but that I wasn't in love with him. On the days where I had my doubts, I just couldn't shut my mind down enough to make love to Jake. When I did, sex was enjoyable, don't get me wrong, but it felt emotionless, distant. There was just no passion between us, no words of love spoken, just two bodies connecting and going through the motions. Somehow, we both learned that marrying right out of college was a mistake for us, as the pressures of the outside world closed in around us. I started my first year teaching at a local middle school and Jake, after graduating with a Business degree, became part owner of an auto repair shop with his lifelong friend, Embry. I knew many couples naturally progress to that point, and it was right for them, but there had already been a small part of my brain that told me to take it slower. Jake said we would grow together as time went on, and that love had no ending. I just went along with him and hoped he was right.

Edward put in a movie as we continued to drink and talk. I had even asked him if he wanted to play a card game. Kings was always a lot of fun, but not a good idea with just two players. Since we had already started drinking, we didn't care that by the time the last beer had disappeared, so did our clothes.

"Can you feel me, Bella?" Edward barely said loud enough for me to hear. "This is amazing, you're amazing." He made his thrusts into me deeper and used more force. My arms were getting sore, so I lowered myself back down onto my elbows, changing the angle of Edward's dick, and nearly made my body explode in orgasm during his first thrust into me; my body was covered in goose bumps.

The bed was softly rocking into Edward's bedroom wall, and the sound of the deep taps, along with the vibrations of the mattress moving beneath us, was entrancing. I wasn't going to last much longer.

I stuttered out, "Ed-d-d-ward. I'm gonna cum-mmm. Are you close?" I smashed my face into his pillow to soften my scream. "Edwarrdddd, yes!"

"Bizzy, I'm…" he didn't finish what he had tried to say. I felt him releasing inside of me. In my tipsy state, I fell down flat onto the blankets with a thud, Edward still on top of me, inside of me, and his weight pressed me into the bedding.

As we separated, we stayed close together, touching. I couldn't remember a time when I had felt more right. Well, I could remember, but I tried not to.

He was rubbing soft circles around my nipples with the knuckles on his hand. The feeling was causing my stomach to tighten.

"Hey," Edward said, as he brushed some of my hair that was stuck to my face and tucked it behind my ear.

I reached up and ran my thumb along his eyebrow then continued down his face and neck. I loved feeling the light dampness on his skin, knowing how it got there, and remembered how a few minutes before I wanted to lick it off of him.

"Hey, yourself," I said as I smiled. My eyes followed the path my thumb had just made, and then looked up into his beautiful eyes. I could get lost in his them for days if I wasn't careful.

I scooted up to kiss him, and the lingering taste of beer was on his lips. I couldn't resist licking him. Beer and sweat. Bitter and salty.

A kiss I had intended to be quick turned into a fury of passion that, if I was being honest with myself, I hadn't felt in the years since he and I broke up in high school. It really was the last time I'd felt the humming of the almost electric current that ran between our bodies.

Edward gently pushed my shoulders flat on to the bed and spread my legs apart with his knees. I could feel his head slowly entering me again, and he took his time bringing us both back to our peaks.

A few hours later, we cleaned up, and then truly realized the consequences to our actions.

I had not been faithful to my husband, and Edward had cheated on his girlfriend, Jessica.

It didn't stop us from kissing each other goodbye.

Before I had left, I reached out with my fingertips and again, traced his jaw that had a day's worth of scratchy growth on it, and I moved on to feel the softness of his lips. He closed his eyes and kissed my fingertips.

After opening his green eyes, he looked down at me and, after one last kiss and a goodbye, I left.

As I drove away from Edward, towards the house that I purchased with my husband, I felt sad about hurting Jake. It was not my intention to deceive him. Honestly, I would not have sought out Edward's advice if I'd known what would have happen. Jake had just been betrayed, not only by his wife, but by his best friend too. Although it wasn't premeditated sex, it was infidelity, plain and simple. I knew I couldn't keep that from him.

But where did that leave Edward?

Christ, I had no clue where that left Edward. Did I think I still loved him? Yes. I always knew I would love him forever. I just never knew I would be one of those wives. The type who had that Fox TV show, Cheaters, follow them around town to investigate a claim from their significant other, who thought their partner was having an affair, and would try to catch them in the act. Sure, all types of people were unfaithful. Celebrities, bus drivers, lawyers, teachers like me, and doctors like Edward, cheat. Hell, even Prince Charles had a torrid affair with that Camilla person while he was married to Princess Diana. Did it make what happened between us acceptable? Fuck no, it didn't.

What if fate had stepped in? I had known for months that I wasn't happy in my marriage, and Jake felt it too. We didn't discuss it other than an Are you sure you're alright? here, or an I know we need to talk there. But if fate had stepped in, and forced us to make tough decisions and cause hurt to others, was it all worth it?

Yes. It would be worth it.

Jake would be hurt and mad, but he deserved a chance to find someone who adored him like I wished I could.

My parents would be disappointed with my actions. I would hate to see the lack of respect in their eyes, disappointed in me and my choices.

Billy would probably be sad for our combined losses, but take it all in stride. He had always believed our stories were already written in the stars, we just had to live our lives to the best of our ability while the story was being told.

Our families and friends would all pick sides, even though they would try not to.

A horn honking behind my car while I was stopped at a traffic light, brought me out of my thoughts. From what I felt, I had three choices, all of which would leave somebody in pain.

I could choose to live my life with my husband, in our little, passionless bubble of non-contentment, and no longer have contact with Edward, but be left with the feeling of a hole in my chest that not even my husband could fill.

Jake and I would divorce in option number two. Jake would be alone in that scenario, but me and Edward would be together.

Lastly, but it really wasn't strongly considered a contender, I would leave both Jake and Edward, and live on my own while I tried to figure out who the fuck I really was and what my goals were in life.

With that thought in mind, I entered my home, and I reached into my purse to grab my cell phone. Looking down, I noticed I had a text message from Jake.

Goodnight Bells – Jake

I responded.

Night

Even when Jake knew we were having problems, he still made an effort. I was a world class bitch.

And just like that, I decided I needed to talk to Edward. If Edward didn't think we had a shot at being together, then I hoped that we would at least remain friends.

If Edward though we had a chance together, then I would give us my best effort.

I would tell Jake about my night. He would be a brokenhearted man, but at least he would know the truth. Even in that scenario, I doubted we would remain friends but he deserved to know what a shitty wife I'd been to him.

I clutched my phone in my hand and dialed his number. With shaking hands, I lifted it to my ear as I listened to the phone ring, and waited for answer that would change my life.

~~ E & B ~~

Edward

My plans didn't go how I expected them when I woke up that morning. I planned on having a night out with guys at the pool hall, beer flowing, shit talking, and lots of laughs.

That all changed the minute Bella called. She needed me, and that was more important than any plans I had made.

Bella had been one of my best friends for years. Thank God when I broke up with her in high school it didn't affect our friendship. She had been a source of comfort to me for as long as I could remember, and I wouldn't know what to do without her in my life. Sure, it was awkward sometimes to watch Jake and her together, and their wedding day almost killed me even though I was happy that they found happiness being together. Bella was my first love, and she always had a piece of my heart no matter who we both were in a relationship with. I just wanted her to be happy, although, in the back of my fucked up mind, I knew it was my fault she married another man.

When Bella came to my apartment, and spilled her dark secrets about things being rough between her and Jake, I wasn't very surprised. I had seen it with my own two eyes, but never felt it was my place to say anything to either of them. They both knew I was their friend and would be there to listen if they wanted to talk.

What I didn't expect was how a case of beer turned into liquid courage for both of us to reveal that we still had feelings for each other; feelings that went way beyond the boundaries of friendship. Unfortunately, it wasn't as easy as it may be for two people with those types of feelings.

We had road blocks in front of us, Jake, of course, and then there was my girlfriend, Jessica. She was great and all, but the way I saw it was we were just having fun and not worrying what the future may or may not have in store for us. Jessica saw it differently, and every time we were with married couples, especially Bella and Jake, she made comments about us getting married. I just ignored them, which didn't help.

After my actions and confessions to Bella, it became clear to me that Jessica and I weren't on the same page. Not that it was rocket science or anything.

When Bella leaned over to kiss me, I didn't think twice about reciprocating. My lips touched hers, and the spark that I had tucked away in my memories, were reunited and my body took over with the desire I had been missing for far too long. I had taken off Bella's clothes to touch and kiss every single part of her body, and gave her the pleasure she deserved. I didn't think twice about the fact that it wrong.

Bella had pushed me on my back, and slid down onto my cock, taking me inside her. I sure as hell hadn't thought about my girlfriend, who was out with her friends that night, or even Jake, who was in Forks for the weekend. I thought my body had found its home again. I found the connection that had been broken years ago, but never left my heart.

Even though we had been drinking, I would not say us having sex had been a drunken mistake. It was our moment of truth, a celebration of coming together again, and the hidden desires we both had harbored. We belonged together, but we denied it for way too long.

I had known before she even kissed me that my life would change during that conversation. I felt the air shift the minute she walked in my door, and when she looked me in the eyes. Sure, there was a sadness hidden there but, I also saw a determination to bring her life back to what she had dreamed about all those years ago. I only hoped that dream still included me.

The phone started to ring, bringing me out of my reflections. I glanced down, and smiled as I saw that it was Bella.

"Well, hello, Bella," I smirked as I spoken hoping we had the same thoughts.

"Edward," she sighed, as if she was feeling as blissful as I was.

"Please say you changed your mind about staying the night, Bizzy, and that you are on your way back?" I asked. I didn't want her to leave before, but she insisted upon it.

"Get serious Edward. I can't come back to just spend the night at your house. It's just not right," she quickly responded.

"Are you serious? We just had sex Bella. What's the point of being conscientious now? I think we have gone past that point," I responded with a laugh in my voice. I didn't necessarily find it funny, but the fact that she did not feel like she could sleep in my bed, after we had mind blowing sex, was a joke to me.

She let out a huge sigh, and that time I knew it wasn't from being blissful or content. It was out of confusion, and guilt.

"Bella, please tell me you aren't regretting our night. I understand it wasn't exactly moral, and trust me I feel bad for Jake and Jessica," I paused trying to think of the right words to convey what I really wanted to say. "But I will not regret it. Our night together showed me where my true feelings lie. Those feelings are for you, Bella. I've been so fucking dumb to think they died all those years ago. I was so stupid to think I could just ever be your friend," I whispered the last part, and hoped she heard it, but I was actually scared about how she would respond to me. Would our time together have brought out the same feelings in her? Man, I hoped so. I had to say exactly what I was feeling or I may never get an opportunity like that to tell her what was in my heart.

"Wow, you felt it too? I was so worried it was just me, Edward. I feel so fucking guilty. I'm a married woman, and you have a girlfriend who's also one of my friends. But, I can't bring myself to regret it either. I think I've always known I was meant to be with you, but I always felt like fate had other plans for us, so I went along with everyone's expectations. Being with you tonight felt so easy, so right." She stopped suddenly, and I could hear her soft cries.

My heart was breaking. I was part of the reason she was crying and I couldn't take it.

"Bizzy, don't cry, sweetheart. Please? I'm sorry I'm causing you this pain and confusion. I'm going to come over and…" I was cut off while trying to give her some comfort.

"Stop right there, Edward," she said forcefully, "Yes I'm confused, scared and feeling guilty as hell, but I will not let you apologize to me. I was an equal participant tonight. Hell, I'm the one that fucking started it. I'm just confused on what to do from here. What we do from here! Or should I say what you want to do from here? I need to know, was tonight a one time thing? Do you actually want more, because my whole future depends on you?" Her tone of voice was calm by the end of her speech, but I could tell she was nervous.

That silly girl. Did she not hear everything I had just said? Guess when you whisper shit, things get lost.

"I know what I want Bella and it's you, but I'm not going to be naive and think it's going to be easy, and we will be skipping down the sidewalk, holding hands, with a Welcoming Committee waiting to greet us any time soon. I know there are a lot of things to deal with here, with Jake, with Jessica, with our families. You are worth every single battle I will face, though. I just care about if that's what you want? If it isn't, yes it will hurt to be just your friend again, but I would do it. I would put tonight in the back of my mind and pretend it never happened, if you want that Bella. But, I'd rather take on the fucking world, and make our own lives right again, together. It's your call." I put it all out there ready to move in whatever direction she led me.

"I want it, too, Edward," she declared, and then added, "I want you."

That was all I needed to know.

From there we discussed she would tell Jake when he returned that she wanted a divorce. Bella would come clean about what had happened between us. She said it was the right thing to do for him, and for us, to actually start a future together. I told her I would do the same with Jessica. I didn't think it would be a fun conversation, but it wouldn't be as hard as Bella's since we weren't married, or even living together.

We also talked about how we would handle being in a relationship again. We weren't in a hurry, and wanted to take it day by day. It would be an adjustment for us as well, as we learned to be a couple again and not just friends that we had tried to become. We vowed we would form a united front and deal with all the shit that would come our way.

I went to bed after that phone call feeling lighthearted and relaxed. Bella's scent surrounded me, and I couldn't wait to have it infused into my place, especially my bed, as much as possible.

It felt like I had all the pieces of my life on the table, and I was actually going to put the puzzle together correctly that time. No more pretending the pieces fit together.

Visions of us married invaded my sleep. A flash of us hosting a BBQ with our families present, there to celebrate us being a couple again, dominated my dreams.

That dream went to hell when my phone rang the next morning, waking me up suddenly.

When I was able to open my eyes enough to see 'Chief' flash at me, it sent a panic straight through my body, as if I was being electrocuted. It was Jake calling.

Holy fuck! She told him that fast? What I am I going to say? "Sorry I slept with your wife, but I swear, I love her and will take really good care of her." Should I just get it out there even though it would be throwing salt in his wounds? "Sorry I fucked up our friendship. I really do think of you as one of my best friends. I would love to stay your friend after all this." Yeah, that would never happen.

That last thought actually made me chuckle. No way would we remain friends after that. I bet he was calling to ask where the hell I was because he and his tribe boys were on their way to kick my ass for fucking Bella.

Just as I was about to answer my phone, it stopped ringing. Fuck! What do I do now? Call back or wait for the knock on my fucking door?

I laid there for a couple of minutes, torn on what to do, when it hit me.

Time to man up, Cullen. You told Bella you would battle the world to be with her a few hours ago. It was fucking battle time, and your number one opponent was waiting.

I took a deep breath, and dialed Jake's number. It rang once, and he answered saying Hello with an eerie, but calm, tone.

"Hey Jake, you called?" I managed to get out, matching his tone.

A/N: OH. MY. GAWD! Why is Jake calling? Did Bella rat them out that quickly? Is Chief waiting in the driveway? So many questions will be answered in the next chapter. Chapter 2 will post on April 5th.

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