CHAPTER TWO
Bella:
I have seen Edward Cullen's cock.
I've felt it too, but to see it? It feels like I've crossed a line and celebrated Christmas early.
When I was assigned my wedding role I don't think under my list of duties 'get a squiz of Cullen's penis' is one of them. But, hey, I've completed it: I've gone above and beyond.
Actually, I saw it twice. I don't think he was expecting me to enter his room again, unless he always lays spread eagle on the bed for guests.
I blush when I hear the shower turn on.
I leave my room and walk down the stairs and into Rose's room. I think I need advice.
Rose is unpacking when I enter. Emmett is nowhere in sight, but Rose is unpacking his clothes too.
"Hey Bella." She says before she turns around. Her smiles drops slightly, "What's up?"
"I just saw Edward Cullen's penis." I tell her straight. She laughs, a little unsure at first. I fall onto her bed and cover my face with my hands. Her laughter increases and she bends in two and clutches her stomach as she laughs.
"Oh, too funny, tell me more!" She gags. I cringe at her, not wanting to relive the horrid details.
I decide to bypass the initial meeting and tell her that I accidently burst in on him undressing.
She lies next to me on the bed. "Aw, that's not too horrible. I was thinking that you undressed him and were here to tell me that his fine specimen wasn't as fine as I'd imagined."
Great, now Rose has me thinking about how fine he is. "Rose," I breathe out unsteadily. "It is fine, I'm sure it even beats your imaginings. But why are you even imagining? What about Emmett?"
She doesn't even blink at the mention of his name. She has trained herself well. "What about Emmett? We're both single?" She plays completely clueless. I eye her down a few seconds longer. She doesn't break.
"Anyway," I look up at the ceiling. "Do you think he'll be weird about it?"
"Weird? Why did you shame him or something?"
"No."
"Then he's got no reason to be weird, if anything he'll-," she stops talking quickly.
"What?" I look at her and she rolls over onto her stomach and perches herself on her elbows.
"Maybe next time he undresses he'll want you to help him." She wiggles her perfectly plucked eyebrows.
I lean up on my elbows, "be serious, Rose."
"I am." She smiles sweetly. I see the clock. It's almost seven. "Dinner?" She asks.
We get up off the bed and exit the room. Alice and Edward come down the hall. His eyes find mine and smirk... and then I picture him naked. Accidently, of course. We all head down into the kitchen
Esme made a delicious pot roast. Dinner is easy. Edward is not sitting near me so I don't accidently picture him naked, or anything like that. The dinner table is alight with conversation.
"Bella, are you finding the third floor ok?" Esme asks with a knowing smile. I hope it's because she knows I wanted to stay there and not because of what occurred up there.
I smile and hope my face isn't reddening. "It's beautiful up there, Esme. The bed is to die for." She giggles silently and I feel like there is something I am missing.
"Mom always had a fascination for picking the perfect... mattress." Edward drawls, and my eyes flick to his immediately.
Esme is holding her wine glass and laughs into it before she takes a sip. I think she is getting a little tipsy. I know I've drunk my fair share of wine this evening. "Bella, remind me to show you pictures of Edward's first big boy bed."
"It was a race car." Edward adds but Esme shuts him down.
"It was a foam mattress." Esme says in horror. I see out of the corner of my eye Carlisle pouring the rest of the bottle of wine into his glass but making no move to drink it.
Alice leans over to me as if to explain Esme's behaviour. "She's extremely excited. I don't think she's ever had this many people to care for under the one roof at the same time."
"I'd love to see photos one day, Esme." I tell her. I don't know why, but what I tell her is true. Is it weird to want to see one's childhood photos? Especially when you've seen them naked, but are not in a relationship with them at all.
Everyone finishes dinner at a leisurely pace. When Emmett stands to move into the living room with Carlisle I stand to clear the table. "I'll help you." It is Edward who says it.
Jasper helps too, bringing in the leftover food. I hug him. "Hey Sis." He says. I didn't properly greet him when I came down the stairs.
"Hey Little Bro." I smile. I am older than him by six minutes. We clear the table and all move to use the sink. "How about you go hang with Alice." I say to Jasper. I know I could've easily just walked out and left the two guys to do it.
Jasper looks at me seriously, "Thank you." I laugh. He never turns down the chance to get out of chores. Washing the dishes with him growing up was worse than having teeth pulled. He kisses my cheek and pulls the tip of my ponytail before exiting.
Edward and I start to rinse and then stack the plates in the dishwasher in silence. I slyly glance up at him.
"Is it just me," I start boldly, intending to ask him if the air in here was awkward, but my boldness disappears, "or is your mom a bit tipsy tonight?" I end it lamely.
Edward stops and turns off the tap. He is holding a plate in his hand. I see that it is the last of the dirty dishes. The dishwasher is next to me. I hold my hand out to take the plate so I can put it in. Edward doesn't give it to me though. Instead, he leans behind me to put the plate inhimself.
His arm is in front of me for leverage. I see his muscles bulge as he supports himself. I can't see his face, but I know where it is as he bends over and puts the plate in. His face would be just above my butt.
I breathe in sharply as he stands back up. His lips are near my ear. "Yes, Esme did get a bit tipsy tonight, didn't she?" I exhale and he moves away like nothing has happened. He steps back and starts to exit the kitchen.
"Ass." I mumble. I don't know why, but for some reason I feel cheated.
"I'm sorry?" He heard me. I smile at him sweetly.
"Did you like it?" He blanches. He heard exactly what I had said previously. I wait.
He smirks. He is playing with me. "I did, very much so."
"Me too."
He smiles and I walk towards him. "Your mom sure knows how to make a mean pot roast."
I exit the kitchen leaving him behind me. I'm too shy to look back and see what state he's in. I join everyone in the family room. Everyone is coupled up. Except Rosalie and Emmett, they're missing. Probably shacking up.
I sit down on the couch. Edward takes his time but sits down on the spare seat. Next to me.
Re-runs of Scrubs are on and I can hear Carlisle whispering to Esme about how inaccurate they are. She is shushing him and nudging him. I laugh at the show, but it turns to a yawn.
"I'm going to head to bed." I tell everyone.
"Night." They call.
I head up the stairs and run into Emmett. "Hey, where were you and Rose after dinner?" I ask before I can think of the consequences.
"Oh, she was tired and we're sharing a room, so I decided to sleep, too." He manages to wiggle his eyebrows.
"Ugh! I shouldn't have asked." He heads into the bathroom. I am not surprised by his answer, he was away, and Rose probably missed his bedwarming.
I hear footsteps behind me and turn. It's Edward. "What are you doing?"
I'm just standing in the hall. I probably look weird because I left earlier than him.
"Are you following me to bed Cullen?" I ask him. I raise an eyebrow and challenge him to answer.
His eyes move up my body and meet my eyes slowly. "No, just a happycoincidence." Even in the dimly lit hallway I can see him grinning. "Much like that linen cupboard meeting."
I blush and hope he can't see it. I start to climb the stairs. Edward is behind me. I stop dead in my tracks and look coyly over my shoulder. "Are you looking?" I ask him.
He doesn't answer. He does chuckle thought. I reach the top of the stairs and pause, waiting for Edward. We're standing close now.
"Don't worry." I say, "I remember looking too." I let my eyes drop to the floor briefly. My lips twist into a small smile as I slowly return my eyes to his.
He rocks back slightly on his heel. "Looking never hurt anyone." His eyes penetrate mine.
I don't have a quick response so instead of teasing him I say, "I call first dibs on the bathroom." And with that I turn quickly and dash into my room.
I change for bed and then peak into the bathroom. Edward didn't even try taking the bathroom first. Damn.
I've just finished when there is a knock from Edward's bathroom door.
"Hello." I say as I open the door. I know I'm smiling really widely.
"Just wanted to say goodnight," he pauses, "and see if you're out yet." He chuckles like I've been in here forever.
I poke my tongue out. "It's all yours." I make my way out and into my room.
I snuggle down into Esme's heavenly bed. Nothing is going to be weird at all.
...
I collapse on my bed. Alice had put us to work the minute we woke up. I'd run around town with her all day helping confirm everything for the Big Day. I'd had no new Edward encounters as of yet, sadly, but I did learn that he is a photographer for the wedding thinks he is ah-mazing.
If I had more energy I'd snoop around the house for his work.
My bedroom door opens. "Get up, B. Alice wants to go dancing." Rose tells me using a fake cheery voice.
"But I'm tired," I whinge like a child. I feel sort of bummed. The groomsmen didn't have to do anything today. Technically, I'm on their team, aren't I?
"Come on Bella, get up." Rose pulls at my foot. "Everybody's going."
My interest perks a little.
"If you stay you're going to be home alone with Esme and Carlisle."
"I like Esme and Carlisle." I grumble.
"Yes, but I'm sure they think the house is going to be empty tonight."
"Not everyone has kinky sex in the kitchen when everyone else is out," I tell Rose.
"I told you I fell, remember?" She blushes.
I lift my head and question her with my eyes. "How does one accidently get naked and fall on Emmett's penis?" Oh, never mind, these are rhetorical questions to Rose.
"Come on Bella," She urges. "There's going to be guys. Maybe you'll get lucky. How long has it been again?"
I huff but stand.
"Yes!" She cheers. "And the horny wins again."
"It hasn't been that long. I'm only getting up because you're going to buy me a drink."
She smiles sweetly, "Anything you want dear." We both move to my cupboard. "Heels?" She asks.
"Sure, but I want to wear jeans."
She nods and finds a silk top. I pull out my skinny jeans as she leaves the room.
I wander down to the second floor and she hands me her black Armani heels. "Rose, really?" I remember the day she bought them. She said that she would sell her first born child before loaning out these shoes.
She laughs, "They're just shoes, Bella."
I look at her strangely. I put my hand on her forehead. "Are you OK? Sick? Should we call someone?" She rolls her eyes.
"Go make yourself pretty, B." She waves me away with her hands and I climb the stairs ogling Rose's prized possessions.
I enter my room and go through to the bathroom. It's steamy and smells manly. I picture him naked, again. I can almost feel the hard abs and sinew I had felt pressed up against me like it was yesterday. Actually I think it was. I take a quick, cold shower and get ready. I curl my hair and let it hang. I go downstairs and enter the kitchen.
Edward, Rose and Emmett are already in there. I notice that Edward's hair is still wet. It hangs a little over his eyes making him look boyish. He sweeps his hand over his hair as he sees me. All the work of my cold shower is gone.
Emmett comes up to me.
"Pick a straw." He grins and holds out his hand. Nonplussed, I choose one and sit down next to Rose at the kitchen countertop. Jasper and Alice enter soon after me and each pick a straw.
"Mom is lending us the SUV. We just need a designated driver." Edward explains. We all gather around the countertop and lay down our straws.
"Yes!" Emmett cheers as his straw is not the shortest, "Sorry Rosie." He grins. Rose picked the shortest straw so she will be driving tonight.
She just shrugs it off and we head out.
We end up in Port Angeles as Forks' nightlife is limited to the 24 hour gas station. We arrive at one of the new clubs that just opened up and head inside.
"Guys, they have a menu here." Emmett perks up. "Does anyone want anything?"
"Eating is cheating!" Alice's voice rings out. We all look at her and laugh.
"Someone's obviously out for a good time," I pokes her tongue out at me.
Emmett shrugs and heads to the counter. Rose follows him.
"Drinks?" Edward asks. This, I jump on, and soon we are all sitting at a table.
Alice orders shots. We all take one. A second round comes, and I take two.
"Dance with me, Bella." Rose asks, and I rise. I am pleased to see that I am still steady on my feet.
We push through the crowd until we find a spot. "Yes!" I cheer. I let myself sway with the beat.
"Not drunk are we?" Rose asks.
"You would be very pleased to know that I am not." I smile and she just laughs. She is Sober Sally tonight and probably thinks I am already losing it.
Alice joins us later and we move together. "Bella," she whispers in my ear, "You're a great dancer." She giggles. She's drunker than me. I smile victoriously. I will not make an embarrassment of myself. The last time I got drunk was not something that I'm proud of.
"Rose taught me everything she knows." Alice starts laughing. I've no idea why.
"OK. Drink time?" Rose asks and we escort Alice off the dance floor.
"I think she's gone, Jazz." We hand his fiancé back to him.
I make my way over to the table with some water for Alice, and something fruity with vodka that Rose ordered for me. I take a sip. I must thank her later.
"It's hot out there." I say as I sit down next to Edward.
"I know. I saw." He smiles. It's a weird smile, but it makes me tingle. One side of his mouth is higher than the other. I take another sip. Alice and Jasper come back to the table. Emmett goes to dance with Rose.
Alice is out of it. Her hands are all over Jasper. It's nauseating. Jasper takes her drink out of her hand. "Dance with me, sweetheart?" He asks and Alice pulls up out of his chair.
I pull her glass closer to me. I taste it. "I never pictured Alice as a margarita girl."
Edward leans over. He smells of beer. "She told me once that after she drinks them, Jasper starts talking like a southerner and she likes it." I cringe at the thought of Alice being hot and heavy for my brother. I steal her drink and drain the glass.
"Wanna dance?" Edward asks.
"Sure." I rise and Edward takes my hand and pulls me towards the dance floor. I'm buzzing all over. I don't know if it's from the alcohol or not.
A new song starts and Edward's hands find my hips.
Girl please excuse me if I'm coming too strong
We start to rock to the music. Edward's eyes find mine and he smiles that weird smile again. He runs his hands up and over my waist. One of my hands is on his chest. It looks like I'm pushing him back so I move it up and around his neck. There is still some distance between us though. I pull myself closer to him and his hands wander over my body before they rest on my ass.
Baby I like it.
I turn in his embrace and press my hips against his.
Come on and give me some more.
His hips are controlling our moves.
Screaming like never before.
I get brave and slowly move my arm up. My fingers find his hair. It's soft. I don't ever want to take my fingers away from it. His head falls forward and his nose trails across my neck, barely touching. I let my head fall against his chest, anxious for his lips to touch my skin.
Round, round, round baby, low, low, low.
His hips swivel with the words, one of his curious hands moves over my thighs, while the other moves over my stomach. We continue to dance this way.
His fingertips travel slowly, but lightly, over my skin, which is on fire from his torment. His fingers find the sliver of skin that my risen top is exposing. They graze over my hip bone, and my breathing hitches.
His nose is still hovering over my neck. I turn my head towards his and I catch his hungry gaze on me. I turn slowly and let my hand travel down his face and onto his chest.
"Baby, I like it." My lips are close to his ear. I can feel him on my thigh.
"Do you want to leave?" His voice is husky.
I nod. He takes my hand and I follow him off the dance floor.
We head for the door. Edward sees Rose. "I'm taking Bella home."
Rose looks concerned. I signal that I've just drunk too much. She nods to Edward and we leave.
"How are we going to get home?" I ask him.
He stops walking. "I dunno."
I can see that he's not all there. I'm not the only one who has had a bit too much to drink tonight.
"Cab?" I suggest.
He nods and calls for one.
While we wait, I tease. I don't know for sure, but I think I know where tonight is heading. I run my fingers all over his chest lightly. I can feel the ridges of his stomach that I first felt yesterday.
I giggle remembering. Edward spins me suddenly and the world spins too. "Whoa." I say as I get my bearings again.
I am against Edward's chest. His arms are around my back holding me so I can't get away, not that I want to.
"Can I kiss you Bella?" He asks.
I lean up on my tippy toes and touch my lips to his. He takes this as a yes and we move together.
His lips overpower mine and send my head into a tizzy. I think it is the alcohol, but I can't be sure. He sucks my bottom lip and his teeth nip at my lip. His tongue enters my mouth and I fight him for dominance. He wins and the taxi pulls up.
We fall into the backseat and Edward gives the driver the address. I'm glad he knows it.
I lean back in my seat and breathe out. "That was nice." I grin.
Edward looks at me like I'm crazy. "Nice? Only 'nice'? Maybe I should try again." He starts to kiss me before I am even able to protest that it was more than nice.
My thigh is somehow between his legs. I can feel him growing. His lips move to my neck and I arch in response. Then, my head hits something.
"Ow."
"Fuck! Sorry."
It's the window. I look out, and point happily. "Look!That's my shop. Oh god! I would love a chocolate danish right now!" I moan.
Edward looks at me. "You own a cake shop?"
"Uh yes," I climb onto his lap and straddle him. "I make pastries. Do you like... muffins?" I look up at him innocently.
"Yes," His voice is husky, "especially warm muffins."
Oh boy.
"Mhm." I lean in and pull his earlobe between my teeth. His hands are under my shirt now.
By the time we pull up at the Cullens' house, Edward's shirt is unbuttoned, and so are my jeans.
The cabdriver clears his throat.
"Shit." I climb out while Edward pays. The cabbie drives away and we make our way up the front steps.
"I don't have a key!" I exclaim.
"Don't worry." Edward drops to his knees and starts pulling at the wooden slats beneath our feet.
"What are you doing?" I ask him in a loud whisper.
"Looking for the spare key." He replies. He finds a slat that lifts out of the floor and picks up a silver key. "Ta da!"
"Shh! Your parents." I giggle.
"Whoops." He opens the front door and puts the key back. The door falls closed with a loud bang.
"Shh!" I laugh loudly.
"Come." Edward chuckles too and I follow him up two flights of stairs. We get to the third floor. If we turn left we go to Edward's room, if we turn right it's my room. We're both looking from left to right. "Well, goodnight." Edward chuckles and goes to turn left.
I grab his arm. "Hey, where are you going?"
"To bed."
"After the build up in the club and the car you're going to bed?" I put my hands on my hips and pout. "Should I be offended, because I thought we were going to do something tonight?"
Edward smiles widely as though a ten ton weight has just been lifted off his shoulders. "So you want to? Do you want to have sex with me, wet girl?"
Hello. Updates will be every Friday. Teasers will be given upon request. Review and Edward might grind against you.
Huge thanks to jmolly, I am still boggled by the lounge debacle.