Bare with me this chapter is pretty long. I wanted to add some of Leah's point of view, to show you the kind of abuse she endured. Some great flirtation is going on in this chapter along with some really sexy stuff. LOL, hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it!
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Chapter 2- Broken Woman With an Arrogant Narcissist=Complicated Situation
LPOV
I was double checking, seeing exactly where all of my stuff was located in the house. Sam was so observant I couldn't very well pack my bag and hide it in the attic or something. He'd notice that my soap was missing, or that a piece of my jewelry was missing and would certainly question me and press the matter.
I wanted to throw up, it's not like I haven't been doing so since I have woken up this morning. Pacing back and forth throughout the house was all I seemed to be doing, running my fingers through my tangled hair and biting the living hell out of my lips enough to make them bleed and blister.
God how the hell am I going to tell my mom!
I decided to not even tell my mother that I was leaving Sam tonight, I don't even remember the last time I've spoken to my mother. Sam hated her. When we first began dating when we were both 18, he never liked my mom; I was younger then and naïve so I didn't understand fully why he disliked my mom so damn much. After much thought and secretly speaking to my mom a few times I figured it was because my mom had a bachelor degree in psychology and an associates in mental health. She could see right through him, see how crazy he was. I, obviously, could not.
Sam had always been so envious of the relationship I had with my family. He called me spoiled, and that I out of all people did not know the meaning of a dollar.
He was such a complicated individual with so many layers to him. When he was four he watched his heroine addicted mother stab his father in his side, all the while his older half brother Quil was trying to get in the middle to stop it. I remember him confiding in me, telling me that there was some big dispute in his family because his mother wasn't able to take care of him so his mother's parents took him in. He spoke so highly of his late grandmother, she was the best cook he would say, she was so nice and smart as a whip, she also knew six different languages. But, his mother's brother's wife decided to take him in because she wanted Sam to take the last name Chaffe, so he could carry the family's last name but he kept Uley as his last name. He claimed that was the reason that his aunt hated him so much. She would beat him senseless for almost anything, everything he did was wrong.
But when he told me about his childhood, he was calm, expressionless, which scared the hell out of me.
He had attempted suicide at the age of twelve, the mark on his wrist showed just how badly he carved himself up. When his grandmother had seen what her son's wife had pushed him to do, and she couldn't deal with it. She hung herself leaving Sam and his grandfather to find her dangling out in the back porch.
I felt so bad for him then. He had been through so much; I thought maybe he would want some stability in his life. That he wouldn't want to go through anymore pain, so we began to date. Problems began to arise though, Sam always questioned me about my ex boyfriend Jacob. He didn't believe that he himself had taken my virginity; he claimed that Jacob took it. He made me feel awful for years about myself.
Boy, was I dumb.
He called me a whore, a homie hopper, and pretty much every other demeaning word you could possibly think of calling a woman.
Sam and I were arguing back and forth on the side of the school, a brick wall behind me.
"Leave me the fuck alone! I'm not with you!" He growled at me. Trust me, this was a routine, we would break up and I'd have to beg him to calm down. To just be rational, which he never was.
"How can you talk to me like this?" I was almost crying, I could feel my features becoming far more rigid and heated. "I told you everything that you need to know!"
Sam rolls his eyes at me and scoffs. "How do you almost fuck somebody and not do it? That's fucking sketchy."
My fists bawl up. "I told you what happened! He asked if I wanted to, I said 'yes' and we were going to, but I chickened out!" By now, this was all we argued about. It was getting annoying and frustrating. I literally had to keep asking myself—
Am I the crazy one?
Anger flooded through my veins vigorously, I could feel my face growing hot. Meanwhile, hatred was just radiating from Sam like a bulb. I just did not get it… me and Sam were not even dating when I was with Jacob exclusively, and frankly we did not know each other, other than being introduced through mutual friends. I was just guessing that Sam was extremely jealous and wanted to be my first for everything like I was for him. But I can't just repair my hymen and say I'm a virgin now can I?
"We only did four-play!" And really, it was only me doing stuff to Jacob. Which I did not mind at all. I found it to be a bigger turn on than him fingering me.
"Go back to him-"
"What?" I squinted at him.
He stepped up, getting much closer than I really wanted him to, cracking his knuckles menacingly. "You're a fucking cocksucking slut, go back to him!"
I was so desperate to just make him see that I really was not hiding anything.
That is my problem, I always need to prove my point.
"Please, please believe me!" My eyes filled with unshed tears. Gosh, the frustration and anger I felt was driving me insane. It was like a light switch. All Sam needed to do was push that wrong button and something just sends electricity up my spine; like unwanted energy.
As the memory subsides I try not to cry, "This is crazy." I stretch my arms out in front of me and let out an exaggerated sigh. Sam comes home in an hour, all I have to do is deal with him for tonight and I'm gone after he falls asleep.
I'm in the backseat next to Sam, and once Angela's boyfriend Mike parked the car outside in the school parking lot he practically ran out of the car.
"Sam?" I questioned, fear suddenly rising in my throat as bile.
Fuck, Sam, come on do not do this tonight.
He was pissed off on the ride here, I had no clue why. Nothing seemed to be bothering him when I got on the phone with his earlier. But, the second he got into the car he could barely look at me. I chase after him like a baby chasing after their mother in a supermarket. "Sam!" He still doesn't respond. I glance back at Angela who is looking quite displeased and Mike who is just as befuddled as I am, he leans over to Angela and whispers something in her ear, tugging on her arm to try and get her to go inside.
I turn my attention back to Sam, whom I am chasing after in high heels and a tight ass black and leopard print dress. Finally I reach him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "Sam, What the he—"
He turns quickly and unexpectedly, almost knocking me down. His hands wrap around my arms in a vice grip. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"He shakes me.
"What the fuck!" my mouth gets dry as he looks me up and down and shoves me away. I stumble but regain my balance just glaring at him stupidly.
"No, you look good right? With this tight dress, who the fuck were you dressing up for?"And with that he leaves. Walking straight into the school, leaving me in the middle of the parking lot…alone.
Originally, Sam did not want to go to homecoming with me
"Wha-what," I heave on the brink of having a panic attack. I try to recollect my thoughts as I run in after him. I try my best to smile at the school staff who are all just staring at me with wide eyes.
This was weird…
It's ten at night…his deranged ass should have been home three hours ago.
"Motherfucker!" I moved the curtain to the side, staring out into the street in front of the house. I can't just go back to sleep I want to know why he is so late. The anxiety is biting at me, everything is weighing down on me heavily.
Finally, I see his black truck pull up. He gets out rubbing his face as he approaches the front door.
"Hey, babe," he says, giving me a kiss when he walks into the house. "Thought you would be in bed by now."
I could smell the perfume on him.
Ja'dore. Emily wears that shit.
I've been knowing for a while now that Sam has been cheating on me with Emily. I haven't caught them in the act but I knew, a blind person could even see what was going on between them. They both just seemed so guilty. "Thought you would be too," I answer him in a snappy tone, crossing my arms.
I watched Sam as he stiffened. "What, I can't come home a little late?" He asks. "I got caught up at work."
"Bullshit," I huff.
"Get the fuck out of here."
I'd love to.
"You piss me the fuck off."
"Oh shut up," I say, waving a dismissive hand in the air walking towards the bedroom. I just wanted to leave already. He fucked up my plan, now I gotta wait even later to leave this hell hole.
"Did you even clean, this house looks like shit."
I could do nothing right and I mean nothing. I could not do anything right in his eyes no matter what I did. I have never harmed anyone in anyway and I am always honest, loyal and aware of others feelings.
"I've been cleaning all day!" I shouted. "Go the fuck outside and come back in with a different attitude, Sam!"
He shook his head at me. "You're crazy, a bipolar bitch."
What the fuck.
"And what the hell is this?!" He points at the laptop planted safely on the couch as I turn to face him.
My entire body shook with rage boiling up inside of me. "The laptop," I said plainly.
Sam just glares at me, as if he is waiting for some sort of explanation.
"Um-" I begin. "You told me yours broke…I-I told you I was getting a new one, and you agreed to that two days ago Sam."
"No I did not!" He shouts incredulously.
"Are you out of your mind, yes you did!" This usually happened a lot. His contradictions were such a habit. I don't even know why I bothered anymore.
In one fluid motion he swipes the device off of the couch, sending it in flight landing on the bookcase.
I flinched. "WHAT THE HELL!"
"Clean this shit up, NOW!"
"NO!" I challenged him. All of the suppressed anger and bottled up emotions were about to be released. All of the other physical altercations that he and I had gotten into over the years would end badly. But when he would grab me I would fight back, so they would actually go from being a small shove into a full out brawl.
I watch him stomp over to me, my heart thrumming like the wings of a caged bird. Sweat trickles down my brow in a sudden bloom of heat that crashes over my entire body.
I feel his arm slam into my side propelling me into the wall of the hallway; I double over with a disheveled cough slipping past my lips, feeling every hair on the back of my neck prickle. He continues forward going towards the bedroom.
"Stupid bitch."
EPOV
No less than seven hours ago, I was performing with my family in front of thousands of fans that had come out to the Boston show. It was probably one of our best nights without me falling over drunk backstage or screwing up the words to any of the songs. It had been a fantastic performance and I swear I almost did not want to leave. I remember looking back at the guys and giving them a big smile before every song.
We all knew that we were going to have a whole week off before going cross country again. Which in tale is a miracle, we never used to get a break and now we can have a week!
Best damn news I'd ever gotten in a while.
I rented out a place up near Loon Mountain for the week, Jasper my sister's husband guaranteed me that I'd love it up there. It's so peaceful and secluded; I'd be away from everybody. Jasper was describing the scenery to me, how pristine everything looked up there once the snow covered the mountain.
The equipment and stage were on the way to the north-west and would be set up the day of the Los Angeles performance. I told everyone to be there a day early so we could do sound checks.
Before leaving the Marriott in Boston I passed by Emmett with a blond and brunette, one entangled in each arm. The brunette bit her upper lip and winked in what looked like to be a sultry way as I rolled my eyes and grumbled, trying to keep my eyes to the ground to avoid her. He slipped out of there grasps as they sighed and followed me down the hall.
"Still goin' to Loon?" Emmett asked.
"Yup," I mumbled as I punched the elevator button with my index knuckle. We stood there for a moment waiting for the elevator. "Ya' never get sick of that bullshit man?" I lean my head back quickly to both girls waiting for him in the hall.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Never, you used ta' love chasing tail man, back when we first made it, you alright?"
"Mmmhmm." I nod. "When ya' get herpes, or hey, if one'a them girls ends up being under the legal limit and their father shows up to stop your little party I ain't bailing your ass out."
Emmett laughed seeming to be very amused even though I was really not kidding. "Maybe I'll keep 'em quiet, shove somethin' in their mouth." He grins.
I fight a smile. Sometimes Emmett can be so dumb, I never would have thought years from when we were younger and first started out that I'd be fighting with him about groupies.
He nudges me with his elbow. "What did the 14-year-old girl from New Hampshire say to her dad when she lost her virginity?"
I begin to protest, I hate when he does these damn jokes. "Emmett—"
"Get off me, you're crushing my Marlboros," he breaks out into thunderous laughter.
Not gonna lie he got a little chortle outta me. But I soon stopped to just shake my head with a small grin on my face.
"You been spendin' a lot of time alone brother." It was a flat statement. "I know that whole thing with Victoria kinda messed ya' up but man, you don't gotta reject every girl that comes along."
He couldn't have just let me leave with the New Hampshire joke in my head? He had to ruin this.
I glare at him as the elevator doors open and I rush right in. I really did not feel like having this conversation with my brother. I was still young it's not like I was turning into a priest. I was just sick of women saying things and wanting me because of who I am. It's fucking bullshit.
"I'll see ya' in a week!" I yelp with a fake smile as I push the button for the doors to close.
I leave the hotel and decided to drive myself up to Loon with the Wrangler. Never did I actually think some shit like getting into a car accident would happen. I just remember seeing white lights and BOOM!
Now I'm in a cabin that belonged to the lovely woman name Leah Clearwater who is asking me to take her to the bedroom and probably fuck her senseless. As much as I would love to, I really can't.
I swear sometimes my morals get a hold on me too tight. I can't just fuck this distraught sexy minx. She probably has a concussion or some shit with that cut over her brow. This is probably an insecurity thing or some shit. I'd love to be the one to make her feel good every hour of every day, but for fucks sake I can't do it like this.
Leah and I stood up but I just felt her collapse to her knees with a muffled groan. I proceeded to try and help her up worried that she was seriously hurt.
She looked up at me and gave me a nervous smile.
Damn her eyes are just striking.
But quickly she closed them as I help her up onto the couch. She goes to rub her head but winces in pain. "Damn," she hisses as she traced the cut above her brow.
I watched her fingers move, the grace of her movements and motion of her fingers and body as she shifted probably trying to get more comfortable.
I had to get some water and a clean rag for that, but as I stood she stopped me just like she had before. When I stared down at her she waved a dismissive hand in the air, "I'm fine, I promise," she said softly.
"Ya' sure?" I really just wanted to help her in some sort of way. Anyway I could.
Leah nodded slowly. "You shouldn't have saved me," she said suddenly.
I shook my head and knelt down beside her. "Leah, it was no problem, I'd do it over and over again for ya'."
"You should have left me to die," her voice wavered, she was so broken and I had no idea what to do. We first have a heated make out session and now she was sulking and depressed.
Why do I feel so strongly for this mysterious girl that I just ran into?
LPOV
Well this turned into a shit fest of a night, was going well, such a great escape until Edward. My head was aching, my back…forget about it. I felt completely wrecked with pain. But the man that saved my life just made all of that disappear. I, being the desperate dumbass that I am practically attacked this guy with my mouth. I just really couldn't help it. He's so kind and southern; fuck that accent had me wanting to rip his clothes off.
I seriously am disturbed; this poor guy probably thought I was a crazy hormonal bitch.
Edward…
Such a handsome name, with an amazing face. His pale skin blended with his golden brown hair. Loose strands of hair perfectly framed his head. Wide green eyes, and I couldn't help but stare at them as he had me pinned down. For a moment I had been so distraught and out of my mind I was afraid that Sam had followed me. But when I realized it was someone else a stranger in fact was pinning me to the ground I felt safe once I looked into those green pools. His dark thick eyebrows showed content, but were friendly at the same time. He was truly the man of my dreams.
Of course I have got to meet him when my life had completely hit the shitter.
I'd wished that I could give fate a call and say 'hey can you get your timing right!'
There was something familiar about him, but I really didn't want to fret about it too much. I had been in horrendous pain after I felt my legs get weak once I stood up with Edward to head into the bedroom.
What irony that we were back in the cabin that I had left just hours ago, I had to get some jewelry that my great grandmother had given me that I had left here two months ago which I stuffed in my bag. And then I was off, afraid that Sam might wake up in Connecticut in the morning and realize that I was gone. This would be the first place he would check.
When Edward had gotten up to want to use the bathroom I completely panicked so much so that bile literally rose from my stomach to the back of my throat. I did not want to be left alone, not even for a minute. And when he looked down at me I felt my body heat up so quickly. When his hand touched my face I swear I had never blushed harder than I did at that moment. That kiss…He could have made me come with everything that he was doing.
It wasn't just his appearance, it was everything. I could feel it when he touched me, the strokes and caresses all felt sincere. I felt so emotional but then once reality hit me I jumped off of him like he was a devil incarnate.
What does he think of me?—that I'm a hypersensitive, bipolar slut.
I begin to think about what actually happened to me, and what exactly I'm trying to get to my family's place in Rhode Island for. "You should have left me to die." I bit my lip not wanting to cry in front of him anymore than I already have, feeling my voice shake almost violently. I was so thankful but was in such disarray I literally couldn't tell left from right, my vision blurred as I felt myself slip into darkness.
It didn't even feel like I passed out, I just opened my eyes and candles were lit I could smell green tea. Realizing that I was in me and Sam's old room I try to get up using every bit of my strength even though my muscles screamed at me 'DON'T MOVE!'.
"FUCK!" I screech feeling my body convulse. My legs itch as well as hurt and I curl my toes to see if the itching will subside. It doesn't. I stare down at my trembling hands as they grip the nightstand knocking over one of the candles to the hardwood floor. As I stumble forward I monitor the sensation in my legs, tracing its burning trail through my arms and up to the back of my perspiry neck. This pain—what a frivolous word…anguish is a better word. I inhaled deeply before doubling over. My head down, on elbows and knees. I can feel my stomach tighten with nausea. "AHK!"
I hear footsteps running towards the bedroom door as I slam my fist down onto the wooden floor screaming. I raise my arm up to my face defensively expecting to be hit for leaving the house so suddenly, for trying to leave him when he claimed me to be his.
Instead I hear a soft voice say, "Leah, it's okay, you're okay." I feel arms wrap around me in a warm hearted hug. "Shh…"
I quickly recognize the voice to be Edward's and immediately calm down. I hug him back tightly before I thought about what I was doing, relieved by his presence in the room.
Kiss his neck.
I snuggle my nose into crook of his neck taking in the scent of what smelt like polo cologne. Ugh, that is just heavenly.
What the hell am I doing?
I decided that the odd sensation fluttering in my stomach had been brought on by the closeness of being around him for the past few hours, coupled with the cologne he was wearing, the strength of his body—Get a grip Leah. I assured myself it would stop.
I really wanted to throw up, but I really did not want Edward to have to witness this.
I shook my head quickly and looked down to avoid being mesmerized by those amazing eyes of his. "How-how long have I uh…have I been out?"
I felt him shrug. "Little over seven hours."
"What?" I felt my chest constrict, now I didn't even care I just looked right up at him. The fear had probably been written all over my face because he just looked so confused. "Are the roads still bad?"
Edward nodded. "Yeah, the temperature dropped so the snow is all hard, the road is wicked icy."
I relaxed letting out a deep breath. I knew that Sam was too pussy to try and drive up here. No way would he find me. Knowing his cocky arrogant ways, he was probably waiting for me to get home with a bat in his hand. Sure of himself that I'd come back to him. But I seriously was not going back, I'm fed up with his bullshit and this will probably be the last place he would think to check. Technically this was my brothers cabin, but I would pay him just use it cause he barely ever does.
After questioning if I was alright Edward offered me tea. I couldn't deny such an offer so I stood in front of the fire place waiting for him to finish the food. My world feels so dark and scary, but it was comforting to know that I wasn't alone and that I wasn't in danger with this man.
EPOV
When the tea was ready, I found a mug in one of the cabinets and poured out the steaming liquid. Turing with the cup in my hand I watching Leah, absolutely transfixed as she pulled her long hair around her shoulder and began to run her fingers through it.
Sweet baby Jesus, she just looks so damn graceful.
She'd been quiet for a good twenty minutes now, just sitting in front of the crackling fire. Leah was just sitting there with her ears perked up, looking around as she heard the wind blowing roughly outside, causing the trees to creak as the branches bent to the will of the powerful force.
"Edward," she called out, and hot damn I was over to her side in less than a second.
"I'm here," I assured but as my hand touched her shoulder I felt her flinch away from me only slightly.
"You are so quiet." She looked up at me, smiling with those gloriously white teeth.
I could have melted right there.
I just grinned and knelt down beside her, glaring into the dull fire. "I have to go get more wood."
Feeling her gaze on me I shuddered almost growing bashful to the stunner that she really is.
"There is a cellar, we keep the wood down there," she informed me while sliding her soft hand onto mine.
"I'll get it in a little…" After a beat I decided to not be an awkward fuck and just say something, "your hair framed by the firelight," I sighed. "It's beautiful," was the best I could come up with, really?
I could feel the heat rise to my face as I felt the need to whack myself even though I didn't.
This blushing shit is getting pretty damn old.
From my peripheral vision I watch her stroke her hair absently. "You are quite the charmer," she said. I could tell that his compliment somehow warmed her.
"My ma is to thank for that," I said in a rusty voice.
I really hope my throat didn't suffer too much from this damned weather.
"She raised you well, you are quite the gentleman. So kind and caring, I couldn't imagine you ever hurting anybody or anything."
I was beaming because of her words. "Well my ma' always taught me and my siblings to never offend, 'cause you never know who's gonna give you your last drink of water." Which was true, Emmett kind of missed the mark on that one, but he just acts arrogant for the public. He really is just a teddy bear. But me and Alice were always the outwardly sensitive ones.
I remember passing by a homeless person names Alec on some intersection in New York a few years back. Gave him a job as stage crew, I remember how bright his face lit up—
"I didn't mean to do what I did before…"
My heart sank as she snapped me out of my thoughts.
"I did!" She added quickly, "but I felt overwhelmed and safe, I just don't want you thinking poorly of me."
"Of course not!" The other night flashes through my mind, when she was on top of me stroking my rock hard cock with her warm body. I really did not know what to do with myself. Watching her, how delicate she seemed but the force in which she grabbed me with that kiss the other night had my mind all over the place. I pictured myself gently brushing her hair away from her neck as I plant little kisses across the side of her face, laying her out across the floor in front of the fireplace, my tender touch leading a scalding trail down to her wet little cu—Cullen, get a fucking grip! You ain't gon' be fixin' to do shit.
She didn't seem to seduce me on purpose; I had to assure myself that she doesn't know who I am which just settles it for me. I fucking want her so bad. Leah didn't wanna to be around me or under me because of who I am in the entertainment industry.
"Leah," I whisper involuntarily, and my goodness even her damn name makes my breath catch in my throat. I wanted to moan it so badly. I wish that I could just whimper it into her ear softly as I make love to her in front of the fireplace.
Stop thinking before ya' get your own cock hard with your thoughts. Fuck! This is painful.
I pass her the mug filled with warm green tea, denying her the opportunity to look me in the face. I felt like she would know what I was thinking about if she did. Heat pulsed quickly throughout my entire body and stared down at my empty hands.
I hear her gasp. "Holy fuck, your hand!"
I look at her and follow her gaze down to my bright red knuckle, ugh, the skin looked disgusting from earlier as it was being exposed to the dangerous temperature outside. I shook it quickly and tucked my hand in between my arm and my side. "It's nothing." I seriously did not want to tell her how I broke my knuckle. I had a strange feeling that she would just laugh at me.
"What happened!" She placed the mug on the floor and held my arm. Her eyes burrowing into mine as I finally just gave up and let her look. She let her fingers caress the surface of the raw skin. "Edward," she whispered. "I have bandages and stuff in the bathroom," she said quickly, trying to get up but stopping, wincing in pain.
I held onto her by my barely moving hand. I couldn't even fully hold onto her. "I'm fine, we'll worry about it later, just enjoy your tea sweetie."
She gives me a concerned look until I assure her that I am alright.
I look straight forward into the fire and I hear her take a gulp and practically spit it out. "No honey or sugar!" she giggled beautifully.
Damn, that voice of hers…
I smiled as she snapped me out of the thoughts stirring through my head, even though I was taken right back into them once I watched her get up and head to the kitchen. Her hips swung in such a graceful specious way that really made my mouth water.
"Sorry," I said lightly, quivering as I spoke. "Musta forgot."
"Hey you okay?" Leah questioned, reaching into a cabinet above the sink wincing a bit as she did so. Damn, she can hear pretty much what I am thinkin' by my voice. "F-from the uh accident, I mean…you've been so attentive towards me, I feel horrible not asking you if you were hurt or anything, and I mean…your knuckle."
She is so cute. I smiled and shook my head. "If I were hurt badly, you'd know by now. And my knuckle, all we needa do is wrap the sucker up, but we can do that whenever."
"No pain?"
"Nuthin'." Other than the aching pain in my groin. "Actually," I coughed trying my best to stop thinking about her and I in sexual situations. "You kept complainin' 'bout your back while you were passed out."
"Really?"
"Yeah, is that a habit?" I ask out of pure curiosity. Seems like it's an impulse of hers, which is kind of cute considering she was saying my name softly as she slept in the bedroom. God, it took all of my strength to not try to wake her up and fondle her.
Shit I really am a pervert.
"My back?" she laughs and makes a face that reads pure agony.
Immediately I am by her side, leaving the warm sanctuary in front of the warm fireplace to just check if she was okay. "Talking in your sleep," I corrected her, setting my hand on her lower back nimbly. "You okay?" I ask pressing my lip against her ear. I felt her shiver.
"Yeah, I have some pain killers in the bathroom cabinet, I'll take some before cooking."
"I can cook," I say quickly.
Really Cullen? You can burn oatmeal and you are offering to cook?
She waves a dismissive have and spins to face me. "I want to cook, keep myself occupied."
I nod as my mind wanders a bit thinking that if I were to pick her up and take her to the bedroom I would hopefully be a significant improvement with the man called Sam that she had been with.
"You shared this place with Sam?" I hear myself ask.
She gives me a suspicious look. "You still curious about him?" Leah asks as she shimmies away from my hand. I was going to tell her I was sorry since it was obviously an open wound I was poking at here.
"I just wanna know if I gotta worry about him showin' up here, seeing you and I."
I'm such a jackass.
But some relief did seem to cross her expression with my explanation to why I was insisting on hearing about Sam. "Mm. Well, I left Sam very recently. He is like a damn cancer, so unbearable," she remarked, staring past me towards the fire.
"Did…did he uh…hit ya'?" I was asking hesitantly.
"So much," she forced herself to chuckle, so much pain marring the beauty in her eyes. "He was such a narcissist."
"So he doesn't live here?" I remembered her saying that she rents this place.
She shook her head. "We never come up here, it's technically my brothers cabin. I use it mostly so, you have nothing to worry about," she assured me.
"Good." I sighed. "Don't want a crazy ex to find me tending to his 'woman'. Could be a pretty nasty situation," I said with a hearty laugh.
"This happen to you often?"
God she is probably wondering if I'm some womanizing prick.
"Nah, don't wanna make a habit outta this either."
She smiled. "What would you do if he walked in here and grabbed me?"
"I'll whup 'im like a rented mule."
Her laugh rang through my ears.
So beautiful.
"You have some pretty nifty sayings, I think I might use that one," she said, walking by me to sit on the sofa. "Hey." She patted the spot beside her. "I give the best massages."
Goodness I am falling in love with this woman. "Ya' serious?"
"I want to."
That is really all the persuasion I needed. She laid me down on the couch face first as she straddled my behind. First she began to lightly stroke my scalp, running her fingers lightly throughout my hair. Getting a feel of the texture of it I assumed.
"Hold on," I said, clutching the bottom of my shirt and yanking it over my head, tossing it on the floor.
LPOV
I watched him take off his shirt and felt the muscular contours of his back. I kneaded his shoulders and neck gently, feeling him tense up then relax with a stifled moan. My hands moved skillfully down his bare arms noticing how cold he felt. "You're cold," I commented, taking a quick note of his strong upper arms.
"Yeah, well, the temperature is rising in here now, don't cha think?"
I felt as if fire rushed through my veins and once I began to use my nails to scratch the surface of his skin softly I felt goose bumps rise up on his flesh. All I could do was giggle at his question.
"Leah, that feels amazin'," he groaned.
I grinned and continued down his back. "My mom used to do this to my head and arms when I was little, whenever we were in church if I got tired she would let me rest my head on her lap and she would just scratch and scratch. If she would stop I'd nudge her to keep going."
We stayed quiet as I continued to graze my fingernails up and down his spine, once my hands went into the amazingly soft texture of his hair I suddenly felt so aroused. He groaned softly when I continued to stroke.
You're going down a dangerous path of arousal Leah.
I had to snap myself out of it before my thoughts go down the erotic route. "You wanna play a game?" I said in a much more sensual voice than intended, I leaned down pressing myself against his back and slightly tugging on his hair.
I felt myself shake along with his body once his booming laughter echoed throughout the room. "Sounds tempting."
I brought myself back up. "It's not going to be as sexy as I made it sound, just simple twenty questions." Gosh I sounded like a nerd.
"I'd love to play twenty questions." And oh boy he really did sound interested.
I let go of his hair and asked the first thing that came to mind. "What kind of artists do you listen to?"
I felt him shrug and after a beat he answered, "I listen to everything really. You?"
I worked on his lower back and rolled my eyes. "You're supposed to be specific Edward."
"Okay, okay. I'm a country kinda guy, if ya' haven't taken notice. And I enjoy rap, blues, funk, rock," he chortled and shrugged again. "You answer now." I felt his heel nudge my back.
"I love everything and especially indie rock pop bluesy stuff," I laughed realizing that probably made no sense. "Like Bat for Lashes, Kerli, Bjork, Lykke Li, Kings of Leon, oh! And my brother just got me to start listening to Genius Kong," I said feeling him shift a little underneath me, I'm probably talking to much.
"You listen to Genius Kong?" He asks.
"Yeah, they are actually pretty damn good. I've been wanting to see 'em live. I heard the band members are pretty good looking."
EPOV
Shit. Maybe she knows—no she just made reference to wanting to see them because she heard that ME and my relatives are good looking! So she hasn't seen what we look like. Of course our albums really don't have our faces on them. Only our first album does and I look unrecognizable in that one. I looked like a caveman with all of that hair.
I really just had to get off the topic of music and bands.
"Ask another question," I suggested quickly. "I'm still trying to think of one to ask you," was my lame excuse.
I suppressed a groan as she worked on my lower back. Man, she has incredibly talented hands.
"You have anybody back at home waiting for you? Someone that might be worried about you?"
"Probably, but I'd much rather be here Leah," I said, my voice growing husky when I said her name.
Her motions on my back slowed. "Girlfriend waiting at home? Wife?"
"I'm divorced," I confessed. "She was money hungry." I turned my head slightly to try and get a glimpse of Leah after realizing what I had just confessed.
Damn this woman has such a hold on me, I'm willing to tell her almost anything without batting an eyelash.
"Ah, so then you're pretty wealthy I'm assuming?"
"Kinda." I cringed slightly at my damn mouth.
I have no gosh darn filter sometimes.
I didn't the fact that I had money to sway her opinion of me in any type of way but it was way too late to change the story now. "My job pays good. But I have to travel a lot and work a lot of hours. She really couldn't handle it, so she was cheatin' on me."
"What a bitch," Leah said. "I'm sorry," she finished with genuine compassion as she continued working on my shoulders, I involuntarily tensed up again without realizing.
"I'm not. She was stuck up, I know now that she wasn't the one for me."
"The one for you?" Leah repeated.
"Yeah…Like I know that I'm gonna meet somebody some day," I already have Leah, it's you, "who is gonna love me for me as a person, who is gonna get me and understand me as a person and love me even with my issues." This wasn't just some line, I truly did feel this way and wanted Leah to know desperately how I felt.
I'm in love with her. I know I am, I can feel it.
I turned my body around to see her face because she stopped the amazing massage.
She was just staring at me with a lovely smile. "I didn't think that there were men that actually thought like that," she said. The tingling in my stomach began, building up until the sensation caused me to hold her hands. Her head tilted to the side letting all of her hair fall to the side also. "You really different? Or are you just saying that stuff."
"I mean that."
I felt her hands squeeze mine gently and I just smiled like a goof at her reaction. "My brother, Emmett thinks I'm nuts."
"Well, he's the crazy one."
I felt a nervous excitement building within me. I raised her hand to my lips and kissed her gently. I enjoyed the lingering feel of my lips on her skin. I know I caught her off guard, and butterflies were fluttering around like crazy in my stomach.
I watched her blush as she got up off of my lap. "We could-uh-have rice and some spaghetti for food. We gotta make do with-uh-what we can," she said, her voice wavering a bit as she spoke. Her hand went to the back of her neck as she headed to the kitchen.
After about an hour or so after I had gotten more blocks of wood from the cellar we sat in front of the fireplace with our stomach's full and plates empty. It felt so good to eat, I hadn't realized how hungry I was till I took the first bite of white rice.
"You know Erik Satie?" She asked.
I shook my head with a smile. "Why? Who's that?"
"He's a 19th-century French composer I have all of his piano suites in my ipod," she nodded towards her bag that was still placed beside the front door. "He owned 12 identical gray, velvet suits. After his death he had six suits left. He would simply wear them over and over till they wore out, his followers discovered in his home over 100 umbrellas, 84 handkerchiefs, and letters, most of which he'd written to himself. One of them was his diet, which was nothing but foods that were white like eggs, sugar, shredded bones, animal fat, salt, coconuts, rice, pasta, chicken cooked in white water, white cheese, and certain kinds of fish."
I stared at her in wonder. "You do your research eh?" Such a brilliant woman.
"Want a shower?"
Oh my god, she wouldn't actually let me go in the shower with her would she?
"I'm surprised you didn't take one when I was passed out on the bed."
Yeah a hot shower would have done me good after the heated kiss.
"You wanna take one first, so you can clean up your knuckle?" She asks.
Dammit.
I shook my head. "Nah, you go ahead it's no biggie, I'll take one once you finish." I looked into her dark eyes, finding it hard to look away with her so close.
She had gotten her bag off of the floor and stumbled into the bathroom. She took about a twenty minute shower. And when she came out she was wrapped in nothing but a barely there towel, her hair in a wet ponytail. "Better get in the shower before I decide to go back in," she jokes; I watch goose bumps rise on her exposed moist skin.
Keep it together man. "Right," I said, heading for the bedroom. "Should probably use some cold water too," I joke bluntly.
She bites her lip as she heads into the bedroom.
I had started the water and undressed when I heard a tap on the door. I looked around frantically wanting to find something to cover my dick with. I was thinking maybe the shower curtain, but I was so sure that Leah wouldn't let me live that down so I finally settled for a damp towel.
"Fuck, that's cold," I whimpered. It almost didn't even wrap around my hips fully. I had to clutch onto it, leaving most of one thigh exposed. I'm seriously a dumbass, I shoulda checked if there were any dry towels in here before stripping down.
"Come in!" I shout.
She opened the door, her towel dried hair hung in a tangled disarray that I found extremely alluring. I tried my best not to think about it with only a towel for a barrier between us. But her hair just looked so soft, needing to be toyed with, threaded around his fingers, as it had been the night before.
"I brought you my really ugly but warm sweatpants, an old shirt I used to wear, and a razor." Leah pushed her way firmly into the bathroom that was beginning to steam up.
I tried so desperately not to think about the fact that she was in a big shirt only. With her black and pink underwear sticking out from the bottom of her shirt. She placed the items on the counter with two fresh towels and a washcloth. Her shirt going up a little giving me more of a view.
"I figured you could go commando, just wash your boxers by hand and let them air dry in front of the fireplace." She looked me in the eyes, almost daring me to say something, before she continued. "You need anything else?"
I need you Leah, so damn bad, please. I smiled at what she had just suggested, and struggled against the grin that was threatening to spread across my lips. "Nah."
"If you need anything just call," she said, walking up to me and reaching past to grab her brush from inside the shower. She walked out of the door and before I could push it closed, she had turned back and stopped it with her hand. "Oh, and Edward?"
"Hm?"
Her face was inches from mine, only the thickness of the door was covering my extremely noticeable erection. She stared into the depths of my eyes as I peeked around the edge. Her hand slipped from the door to my chest, lightly caressing down my ribs while I leaned to her nearly nose to nose. "I'll get this out of your way." She grinned.
Before I even knew what was happening her hand slipped down my hip and she jerked the damp towel out of my grasp. I stood there in complete shock and she turned and walked away, having no intention on looking down at the evidence that pointed to how bad I wanted her.
After my surprise had passed, I found myself snickering.
She…she is just somethin' else. "So you ain't gon' join me?" I asked before I could stop myself. What the fuck Edward! You stupid?
She slowly turns, blushing furiously. "If you were stuck with any other woman like this-" she gestured towards the front door that was blocked off by the freezing cold temperatures behind it. "-would you want them to join ya', cowboy?"
I bit my tongue and felt a grin on my lips from the fake accent she tried to pull off. "I doubt any woman would be as unpredictable or sexy as you. You, Leah take the cake for the most interesting, funny, and beautiful woman that I've ever encountered." And hot damn, that was actually the truth.
While I was speaking she was heading back towards me. My mouth was a dry as the Sahara when she grabbed the hem of the huge shirt she had on and yanked it over her body.
It was like a challenge, don't give her what she wants right away Eddie, keep your eyes on hers. But dammit even her eyes made me feel tingly and aroused.
We slowly began to cackle, my eyes finally beginning the slow trail down her body. Those aching, throbbing, magnificent breasts were enough for me to pass out. I was aching for her to touch my throbbing member.
And as I continued down my limbs got weak. I froze. My throat constricted. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to run to her and inspect her body, but I remained frozen.
She musta realized what I was looking at because she covered herself and let out a small cry. "Edward."
I broke out of my trance, I stepped up to her, mind you I was butt as naked still which I didn't even give a shit. "Leah," I cry softly. I plead with her with my eyes, just staring down at her until she allows me to remove the fabric from her side.
The bruises were a multitude of hues, colors that normally should not be on someone's skin. There were garish purple splotches, roughly the size of a fist, while others were more grayish, but still looked just as bad. And they were all over her. It was horrible.
And it wasn't just the bruises. There were scars, too. Lines across her sides leading to her back, like someone had dug their nails into her, tearing her flesh. Someone had clawed away at her, the gashes told the whole story. It was horrible, I could hardly bear to look at her.
"Jesus, Leah!" I cry, shocked. "Wha-did-oh my fuckin' shit-he didn't!" I fell to my knees grabbing the fabric of her discarded shirt and placing it over my lap. I brought her down with me, cradling her in my arms. "The accident did this to you? Right?"
If Sam did this I might have to catch a case.
When she didn't respond I cupped her face in my hands and forced her to look into my eyes. "Right?" I shook her lightly as I convulsed with goose bumps rising on my naked flesh. "Leah, please answer me," I begged.
She opened those gorgeous red rimmed eyes that were ready to expel fresh tears. That look on her face was enough to tell me that Sam did this to her.
I couldn't believe it, I actually began to cry for her. I felt her warm soft hand grab mine and place it on the back of her neck, my knuckle throbbing in front of all her damp hair. "I'm fine," She assures, kissing my forehead. "I'm okay now."
I gather my wits to realize that she continues her generous kisses down my cheek to my lips. My manhood began to stir quickly straining itself into a throbbing erection.
"I've never felt so safe around someone," she whimpers against my lips hotly.
I feel my way past her marks and down to her ass to knead her delicious flesh in my strong hand. A little moan escapes her lips.
As I continued to mindlessly absorb the drugging nectar of her kiss I somehow got the courage to say something. I pull my head back and rest my nose against hers. "Do you want this?" I ask in a throaty groan, feeling desperate for her answer. The smoothness of her skin and warmth of her was so enticing. She clenched my shoulder and shuddered as she wiggled her hips experimentally against the length of me. I let out an agonized gasp as I reclaimed her beautifully swollen lips, trembling, swirling my tongue inside her warm mouth.
The air was forced from my lungs as she arched with abandoned longing. "Let me make love to ya'?" I breathed against her.
I didn't want to just have mindless sex with her. I wanted to show her what I felt for her instead of telling her.
Her hand moved down to my solar plex as she pushed me back softly. "I never have done that," she said with irregular breaths.
I smiled as my heart rate increased like crazy. I took her hand with my swollen one and squeezed her ripe ass gently making her worried look turn into a lust filled one. "That's fine, we can do this as slow as ya' wannna."
She began to rock against my length as I bucked under her letting out a long groan. She captured my mouth with hungry urgency, tangling her tongue with mine as she slipped between my lips.
I've fallen for her. It's official. I, the Edward Cullen was in love. How would I even tell her. What if she was just expecting me to leave her after sex. I wouldn't I would show her just how much I care for her.
Sorry to leave it like this! Don't hate me! I just really thought that I could save the lemony goodness till the next chapter since this chapter was sooooo long. Pretty cute thought right? Edward is falling in love –AW- so cute. This chapter was pretty long so I hope I at least kept it interesting. Let me know what you think.
Again if you would like me to do a quick update for the lemony love making scene before New Year's then let me know because I will totally update if ya'll would like me to!
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