And here's chapter two. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own a Jacob key chain, far too many pictures of the Backstreet Boys, I don't own these characters.
Chapter Two
Bella sat quietly on the drive back to her house.
She was riding back with Peter, since Marcy had to leave early conveniently.
He hadn't said a word to her since they left the hospital room, letting her squirm in silence.
At least Dottie was happy when they left, she had gushed and fawned over Peter for the rest of their visit.
Peter, being the humble man he was, ate up the attention with an indulgent smile.
"You are so very handsome," Dottie had said, running her hand down his cheek.
"Thank you ma'am," Peter had drawled, his accent becoming more pronounced.
"Ah," Dottie cried gleefully. "You're a good ole boy aren't you?"
"Born and bred ma'am," Peter had replied, tipping an imaginary hat, much to the delight of Dottie and Marcy both.
Bella held back the urge to vomit.
The man was too smooth for her liking.
Now on the way back to her house, he wasn't as talkative as he was at the hospital.
They pulled into her driveway and he killed the engine, still not saying a word.
Bella bit the bullet, "Thank you for the drop home," she said moving to open her door.
"And what about for pretending to be your fiancé?" he asked, stalling her movement.
"Um, about that..." she began, floundering to find a reasonable explanation.
"Let's go inside and finish this conversation," Peter said. "I could use a drink."
Bella would've been a bit miffed, at his presumptuous statement, but given the circumstance, she ignored it.
Getting out of the car, the two of them made their way to the house.
Bella opened the door and was met by a meowing Percy, she bent down to scratch her cat's head.
"Hey baby," she murmured before straightening back up.
She turned to see Peter closing the door behind him, before turning to pin her with his gaze.
"Didn't you mention something about work?" Bella asked.
Peter nodded, a slow bob of his head, his gaze unwavering.
"The Africa prints got a rush order on them now," he said finally.
Bella frowned, they had just got back from Africa today. "How much of a rush?" she asked.
"Five days tops," he replied following her into the livingroom.
"That's cutting it really close," she said pouring him the drink, he requested.
He took the glass from her and took a sip of the amber liquid. "This is good stuff."
"Dottie's favorite," she said with a fond smile.
"Lovely woman," he said with a faint smile on his lips.
"That she is," Bella agreed.
"So," he said with a slow drawl, "What about this fiancé business?"
Bella rubbed her hand over face, "Well, about that..."
Peter cocked his head on a side, listening intently.
Bella blurted out the story of the long going argument between her and Dottie, "I'm so sorry I got you involved. I wasn't thinking."
"I see," Peter said thoughtfully.
"You don't have to go along with it," she said.
"And what will you tell your god-mother?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulders, "I'll come up with something."
"I have a proposition for you," he said after a few moments.
Bella looked over at him, curiosity written all over her face, "What's that?" she asked.
"I need someone to foil my parents' attempts to hook me up with their friend's daughter," he said.
Bella's brows rose, "And that someone would be me?"
"You don't have to do it, but then I'd have to find someway for you to repay me for your little fib," he said solemnly.
She was caught, and she knew it. After the stunt she pulled at the hospital, he could ask for a kidney and she'd have to say yes.
"What's it about this girl that you don't like?" she asked.
"I liked her fine enough, when she was just warming my bed," he stated matter of factly.
Bella blanched at his words, how could he be so crass about it?
"And I suppose she got serious, and that sent you running for the hills?" she queried.
"I'm not looking for a long-term relationship at the moment," Peter said.
"And what will I be? Call girl isn't going to help your case," she said.
Peter frowned, Bella was right. He hadn't thought about that.
"You'll be my girlfriend," he said.
"Oh?" Bella said. "What's the back story?"
"Did you have one?" he asked.
She shook her head, "Mine doesn't require much of a back story. You're trying to convince them that you're in a happy relationship."
Peter clucked his tongue, he knew she was right, didn't mean he was happy about admitting that.
"Fine," he said. "We were in Africa for just over five months, we fell in love. End of story."
Bella was taken aback by his abruptness, but then she should be used to it by now.
"Fair enough," she said.
"And about this engagement of ours, I'll be more than happy to continue it until Dottie..." he trailed off, not needing to feed wood to the fire of pain that had to be rolling in Bella's body.
"You can say it," Bella half whispered. "And thank you for your offer."
"No worries," Peter murmured. "You need to tell Dottie more stories...so you better come up with some creative ones."
"Do you think I need you to tell me what I should and should not say?" she said with a huff.
"I think I'll just keep what I think you need to myself," he said, sprawling out on the couch.
Bella's eyes slid over his legs, stretched out long and slightly parted. He looked comfortable, where as she was getting jittery in his presence.
"Peter your work here is done," she said sitting up. "If you decide that you don't want to go along with me on my fairytale life, it doesn't have to happen. Your call."
Peter's gaze grew more intent.
"I propose an experiment," he said.
"What kind of experiment?" Bella asked.
"Something that lets me know it'll be worth it, taking you to my parents' shin-dig."
He drew closer. Close enough to feel the heat coming off his big, lean body. Close enough to smell the scent she had identified as only his. That all male smell, that tantalized and threatened to intoxicate her. And then there was his mouth. Such an alluring mouth.
"Kiss me," he murmured, and her eyes flew up to meet his.
"Pardon me?"
"That's the experiment," he said quietly. "If we don't have any kinda chemistry this is all moot." His lips drew closer.
"And we can't have that can we?" he asked, brushing his lips over hers, and Bella grew a ragged breath.
"No dice," he whispered, and then his lips were crushing down on hers.
Warm and coaxing, not demanding, not yet.
The hand that came up behind her nape, pulling her into him, was practised.
This was torture.
His tongue moved over her lips, slow and teasing. Teasing her lips with his tongue, only to withdraw, once she granted him access.
Bella gasped for breath, and clutched at his forearms, hoping to give herself some semblance of balance.
Boy, did that backfire. The touch of his warm skin under her palm, the sensation wreaked havoc on her other senses.
Peter's eyes stayed open, observing, always observing. Watching her with a cool detachment, as she came undone under his skilled hands.
And then, he closed his eyes, slid his mouth over hers and simply, took.
***P.P***
He wasn't supposed to devour her, Peter thought with what little coherency he had left. He had only meant to test her, to call her bluff.
Too long without a woman, that had to be it, he reasoned silently, hid hands buried in the silken tresses, his lips never leaving hers.
She didn't object, if he was to go on the husky sounds emitting from her throat.
Those were definitely not sounds of protest.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he lifted her up, both hands on her ass, urging her legs around his waist. She kept right on kissing him, until a gasp tore its way out of her; one that he echoed as hardness found its home. He battled inside with himself, he was usually more controlled than this, thinking of the woman's comfort. Harnessing his strength into tenderness.
There was no tenderness here, just pure raw sexuality.
Peter wanted more, and more again and Bella was giving willfully.
Locking her legs around his waist, making sure they were locked in, Bella rode his hardness through two sets of clothes. and slayed him with her abandon.
It was Bella who landed them back to reality with a big 'plop'.
"Enough," she murmured pushing off of him, and when he bared his teeth against her jaw with a groan of sheer frustration, "Peter, stop."
His hold on her instantly gentled, his breathing labored as he tried to reign in his desires. He held still as she buried her face in the curve of his shoulder.
He slid her gently down, letting her feet find the ground and step back a few steps, to put distance between them.
Much needed distance.
"What just happened?" she asked warily.
"You want the whole run down of the birds and the bees, or the scientific version where I tell you that our dopamine and adrenaline levels kicked in? Hard."
"Then it was nothing more than a pure chemical reaction. Nothing more," she said.
"Might be the fact that I've been without female company for a while," he said. "Nothing to worry about, nothing I can't control."
"You sure about this?" she asked folding her arms over her slim waist.
"Yes I'll pick you up on Sunday afternoon, dress however you feel like. I want to shock my parents," he said heading to the door.
"Doesn't your family have any preferences?" she asked.
"Not that I'm aware of. My ex is a psychiatrist. We're going to my family's private grounds. There'll be plenty of good wine, beer whatever your poison; home-cooked food and enough people to converse with to fill any gaps. Is that enough information?" he said.
"Plenty," Bella snapped, slightly annoyed. "I just want this to go right.
Do you have any siblings?"
He nodded, "A brother. Jasper. He and his wife Alice, have been married for eight years, they have two children. Bridgette, is six, and Bradley is three."
"Anything else I should know? The less surprises, the better," she said, "What about your ex, Charlotte? Will she be...protective of you?"
"Not without looking at the situation from every possible angle and dissecting it before she reacts," he told her.
"Wonderful," Bella said dryly. "I'm going to be psyche evaluated."
"Don't worry about it, she'll have a field day with you, and it'll give her something to do," he said with a smirk. "Oh, about what you should wear, my favorite color is green," he finished opening the door and stepping outside before he walked over to her and pick up where they stopped earlier.
A/N: Thank you all for the support, and the review about Peter being an ass...nah he's not really. I've fallen in love with Peter, not the one from the movie, because the casting crew got that soooo wrong, in my opinion, so yeah. I have my own Peter pictured...can't explain how but just know he's gorgeous, so you guys can use your own version of Peter in your minds :)
Smooches. ~ Riney.