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Talk Ain't Cheap
Chapter 2
6 months later . . .
I watched as he slowly crawled backwards onto the bed. His eye seemed to glow as he looked at me full of lust. I could have come just from the way his eyes danced over my exposed body. I slowly stroked my cock as Edward spread his legs teasingly at me. His hands ran over his legs slowly make its path down to the very place I wanted to be. I stilled my movement as I watched him slowly push his index finger into the muscle. I tentatively walked towards the bed. I loved to watch Edward's fuck faces. The pure bliss that lined his eyes and his beautiful mouth as it formed that very "O" that was perfect for putting my dick in. Edward rocked against his finger. The sounds and curses falling from his lips was pushing me closer and closer over the edge and fuck I like it.
"Jasper, need you baby," Edward whispered.
I crawled between his parted legs, licking him from his thigh to his belly button, stopping his ministrations I continued to crawl up his body, licking and nipping my way along. Edward was my little kinky hot boy and he loved when I took him slowly, drawing out his need to come. I moved closer to his mouth. Hitching his legs further up my hips, I stilled my cock at his entrance. I could feel the condom growing tighter. Somehow my body wanted to grow bigger and longer just to please my boy. Edward's breath caught as he felt me so close to my goal.
"I need you too, sugar." I pushed quickly passed the intrusion until I was completed seated in Edward's body.
I felt whole and perfect as his body stretched to accept me.
~xXx~TAC~xXx~
"Baby, do you really have to leave?" Edward pouted as he watched me get dress.
I made the mistake of looking up from stepping into my last boot. Edward looked completely sad from his position in the middle of his bed. He wore nothing but a pair of pajama pants. No socks. No shirt. No boxers. The thought alone was making me needy again. I was close to telling him I was going to stay.
"Yeah, babe I gotta go. Sorry suga." I could have cried having to tell my boy no. I think Edward was about to cry for the both of us.
I moved up the bed again to comfort my man. I moved his knees causing them to open for me like they always did. Our bodies were so use to each other that they responded on their own will. I pressed my bare chest to Edward's, causing him to fall backwards onto the bed. Naturally, his fingers went to the hair at the back of my neck. The boy was going to make me say fuck this job. I closed my eyes, just enjoying the sensual touches the love of my life was giving me.
"What are you thinking?" Edward asked.
It was his favorite question to ask whenever he caught me with my eyes closed or that too far away look on my face. I had given up long ago on convincing him that I wasn't thinking anything. Even if I didn't tell him he, somehow managed to figure it out. My face would confirm his assumption. I think the ability to read people's mind would sit well with him.
"I'm thinking how I can't stand to hurt you. I'm thinking how I desperately want to call in sick or just quit so that I can stay just like this," I grind my cock into his body to make my point, "for the rest of the night." I took a deep breath before I said the part I knew really made up my decision on the matter.
"I'm thinking I have to help Carlisle with bills and I can't afford to be late."
My final words stung like a bitch. I could see the pain and frustration etched across Edward's face at my words. He began to slide from under me despite my attempt to suitably apply a little more weight to keep him there. It didn't work.
Edward stood at the side of the bed and ran his hands through his hair. I was concerned with his growing frustration but I really couldn't take my eyes off the muscles that rolled around his chest and arms as he flexed them in his state of irritation.
"Jasper, we go through this every night damn near."
"Edward, you know," I tried to start.
"Yeah I know! I know you hate your damn job. And I know you have to feed yourself and help Carlisle. Fuck! I know I can't be mad because when we met you were working there and that's how we met. Yes Jasper, I know all of that shit. It doesn't change a damn thing!"
Edward's angry verbal vomit proved we had this argument too many times in our short six month relationship. I did hate my job just as much as I did all those months ago and now that I had the only reason I put up with the job in my arms more nights than not, there was really no reason for me to keep it; except the money, of course. I had applied for jobs but between the no call back and the monstrous pay cut I would take, it looked less and less like I would escape the clutches of Durty Talk before my graduation.
I didn't try to talk to Edward when he was like this. Edward could argue with the best of them and his logic, though usually emotional in nature, were usually true and well thought out. As I pulled my shirt on I walked back to my steaming boyfriend; wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. Running my hands down the plains of his stomach, long soft kisses to the back of his neck and down his shoulders, I tried to calm the rage boiling over in Edward. I rocked the man in my arms until all of the tension faded away. But I still had to go.
Walking to the door, I clung to Edward's hand. I really didn't want to go any more than he wanted me to. Not just because I had a fuck hot boyfriend begging me to stay, but I truly did despise my job. It was emotionless, except for the anger and disgust I felt for almost every single one of my calls. Above all else, I felt like I was cheating on Edward with a bunch of faceless women (yuk), every time I brought them to their goal.
"You know I hate it when you do that right?" Edward said, as I stood one foot inside his front door and one foot out. I was always teetering between the two.
"Do what?" I asked staring at the metal strip that separated Edward's home from the elements. I knew good and damn well what he meant.
"You know what," he alluded, "You somehow manage to touch me and every bit of anger, sadness, and frustration runs away." Edward had gotten silent. I looked to his face only to see he was studying the ground as well. "Or how when you touch me I feel like I could never-" Edward stopped. The look in his eyes was shocked.
What was he going to say?
I waited on him to finish but he never did. I didn't push.
"I'm sorry, babe," was all that I could offer before placing a single kiss to his lips. Edward never said a word as he closed the door before me. I found myself alone.
~xXx~TAC~xXx~
"That's it, cowboy. Ride this bull!" Lauren was practically screaming into the phone.
Lauren had become one of the worst ones. Her fantasies always teetered on both weird and slight self ridicule. She seemed to have a fetish for wanting to be an animal. So far she has chosen to be a prize winning pig that I have had to catch to give a bath, a cow needing to be milked, and a donkey refusing to pull load. The girl had some serious bestiality issues.
"That's it . . . watch this cowboy lasso and hold this beast."
I didn't attempt to sound convincing in the least bit. My mind was still reeling from having to leave Edward. It felt like I was missing something in the way we had parted this time. Maybe it was whatever he was going to say but stopped short. Maybe it was because he didn't walk me to my car like he did every other night. There was something wrong with my boy and that was all that was important to me.
"That's it. You better jump over the railing cause this bull is coming at cha, horns and all."
That was all that I could take.
"What the fuck? Lauren, really? I can't . . . I just can't." I ran my hands through my hair trying to calm down but it wasn't helping. I felt as if I couldn't breathe right.
"What . . . what is it cowboy? Your lasso ain't working tonight?"
"Yes! My lasso is just fine. It just doesn't desire to be anywhere near-" but before I could finish the thought my alarm on my cell phone went off.
There was no other time I looked forward to than midnight. The sound of "Feels Like Tonight" and Edward's picture flashed on my screen signaling me to leave this hell and return to him. It was probably Lauren's saving grace.
"Oops, gotta go," I said as I hung up the phone on a very confused caller, shut down my system and ran out of the door of Durty Talk. I only slowed long enough to tell Carlisle, as I jogged past his desk, I would be with Edward.
I'm sure I broke a few speed limits as I made my way across town. Jumping Edward's steps two in a single bound, I knocked on the door. Normally, Edward laid on the couch when he knew I would be coming over. He would jump up and open the door in a flash. This time it seemed to take forever; even the locks seemed to turn slower. Edward's face and shoulder appeared in the door, blocking my way inside.
"Hey, suga."
"Jasper."
Oh fuck this ain't good.
"Babe, are you goin' to let me in?" I was sensing anger but there was something different too. "Babe, tell me you aren't still mad about this evenin'?" I pressed my body to the small opening of the door just to be closer to him. The wooden door was the only thing keeping me from where I wanted to truly be.
"You know what, Jasper," I hated when he said my name like that, "maybe you should stay at home tonight. I'm working on a paper anyway and you know how I get when I am on deadline."
Edward was a horrible liar. It was obvious there was something else besides a paper that was prompting Edward to reject me. I was hurt not only because he was keeping me away but because he was lying to me. . . for no reason. What did he not want to tell me? I could feel his frustration, anger, and something so much more all over him.
"But, babe. I really wanted to just hold you tonight. Please? I don't want today to end this way."
"Tomorrow, okay. I really just want to finish this paper. I'll meet you at the fountain tomorrow afternoon okay." Edward had yet to look up and I had yet to understand why.
I stood there speechless. Unable to form the thought needed to understand what the hell was happening. Was Edward rejecting me? What did I do?
"Right . . . okay," I said
I leaned into the door, hovering just in front of his face hoping he would catch the hint that I wanted a kiss. I needed to kiss him goodnight. Edward never looked up.
"Edward," I whispered finally garnishing his attention. "Please," was my only whispered word as I fought to hold back the tears. My despair mixed with Edward's raging emotion was going to start the windfall of tears to come.
"Goodnight, love." Edward quickly pressed his lips to mine before closing the door.
The drive back to my apartment was a blur. I tossed and turned all night thinking on what had happened with Edward. I couldn't quite shake the feeling that there was something wrong. There was something that he didn't want me to know. He was a storm of anger but something else hid in his voice as I pleaded my way into his arms.
Fear.
Had I somehow messed up what I had with Edward? Were we over?
Was Durty Talk to blame?
The next morning was painful to start. No sleep from the night before and my mind still heavy with what I could do to show Edward that he meant so much more to me than that job. I paid little to no attention to my two morning classes, anxious to make it to the fountain, to plea my case to Edward.
Walking across campus was a blur. When my eyes landed on Edward, it was as if I had tunnel vision. Nothing existed besides him. He looked as fuckin' bad as I did. His normally beautiful green eyes were sunken and darker. They were no were near as bright as they should be. Even as his eyes locked with mine they didn't glisten the way then did. I didn't get his crooked smile that he would grace me with every time we were in each other's presence. Shit had gotten bad.
Unable to stand it anymore, I stepped in front of my boy who was half sitting on the edge of the coble stone. I dropped my bag at our feet and wrapped my arms around him our body spoke to each other in the words only they seemed to know and Edward's arms were around me where they should have been.
I pressed my face to his hair wanting to smell the fresh strawberry scent he normally was engulfed with after washing his hair but it was not there. I pressed my lips to his forehead needing to physically touch his skin somehow, someway.
Edward said nothing.
I needed to say something.
Our silence was far too heavy for me and with every passing second I felt like he was being torn away from him. Fuck, I couldn't stand the thought of losing my boy; not over something as retarded as a job that I hated any damn way. At that moment I made up in my mind that the love I had for Edward trumped everything else. It was time that I told Edward those exact words.
I loved him.
There was no questioning that and no reason to keep it a secret; even to him.
I would have to talk to Carlisle first, but somehow this was going to be my last damn week with DurtyTalk.
"I know, suga. It's okay." I didn't know what it was that I knew or what the hell was going to be okay. It just sounded like the words that needed to be said. They reassured whatever it was the Edward needed to hear because he only held me tighter.
And I was refusing to let him go.
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