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Chapter 4: Seeing Stars
Emmett's head hit the pillow at the precise moment his IPhone began buzzing. A head covered in long blonde hair slightly lifted off his bare chest while muttering, "Who is calling you at this hour?"
It had been a good night. Granted, things started out rough but Emmett loved a challenge. All it took was an extra dose of Cullen charm for Rosalie the Ice Queen to melt into his arms, and soon after into his bed. Reaching his brawny arm across the bed, Emmett grabbed his phone from the nightstand and checked the Caller ID. He groaned as he recognized his brother's number just before answering, "What?"
"Um, Emmett," a female voice replied timidly. "This is Bella, the bartender you and Edward met tonight. Do you remember me?"
Of course he remembered her, but why did she have Edward's cell phone. Sitting up slightly, Emmett wrapped his free arm around Rosalie's shoulders, pulling her closer. "Yeah, sure. Did my brother leave his phone at the bar or something?"
…..
Bella sighed, wishing that was the reason for her call. Less than a hour earlier she was in the midst of the hottest make-out session she could remember, every ounce of her body throbbing for more. Just as she and Edward entered her building, Bella saw her friend Mike walking toward them. Seconds later Mike shoved her out of the way then sucker punched Edward squarely in the jaw. He stood in shock as Edward fell to the ground and Bella began screaming.
"Mike, what the hell are you doing?" she shrieked.
"Bella, why are you yelling at me? I'm doing a you a favor. That guy was all over you. I saw him with my own eyes," Mike emphatically explained.
"You what? You were watching us? For how long?" she hissed.
"Long enough," Mike huffed in disgust. "Bella, you're drunk. He got you drunk so he could take advantage. That is what sleezy creeps like him do to girls like you."
Bella glared at him before speaking in an eerily calm but hostile tone. "Mike, I am not a girl. I'm a grown woman. I am responsible for myself. I make my own choices. You do not interfere nor have any say in those choices."
"Bella, come on...."
Seething, Bella continued. "Do not interrupt me. I have NEVER been so pissed off at anyone in my life. You are going to help me carry Edward inside. Then you are going to leave. If he decides to press charges, I will give him your name, address, phone number and any other piece of information needed including a sworn eyewitness account of what just happened. Do you understand me?"
It took a few minutes to get Edward up and safely inside Bella's two-bedroom apartment. Once they had him stretched our on the couch Bella looked at Mike with complete disdain before ordering him out.
…..
"No, Emmett." Bella continued. "Actually, Edward is right here with me. Except he's sort of unconscious right now." She looked up at him from her seat on the floor next to her sofa, absent-mindedly stroking his arm.
"Oh," Emmett snickered. If it weren't so late he would be laughing out loud. "He passed out on you!"
"No, no. Just listen for a minute," she said urgently. "He got hurt."
Suddenly serious, Emmet sat up straight. "What do you mean hurt?"
"He got punched in the face, from out of the blue. He's not bleeding or anything that I can tell but he's out cold."
Emmett dropped his head into his hands for a few seconds before speaking again. "Bella, tell me your address. I'll be right there."
"Do you think I should call 9-1-1? What if its something serious?"
"Definitely NOT. Please don't do that, Bella, okay? Wait until I get there." The last thing Edward would want is a paparazzi shot of him being wheeled around on a stretcher.
Fortunately Bella's apartment was a short ride from the hotel. Rosalie wasn't happy when Emmett said he needed to go alone, but she gave in after he promised her a "big surprise" when he returned.
Jumping out of the cab, Emmett ran to the front door of Bella's stone building and buzzed her apartment. He opted to run up the two flights of stairs rather than take the elevator, knowing that he could beat it. The door was slightly ajar as he walked inside. Entering the cozy two-bedroom apartment, Edward saw his brother stretched out on the sofa directly ahead in the living room.
"Hi,' Bella spoke softly. She was leaning over Edward, gently stroking his face. "He's groggy but he's starting to stir a little." The lights were dim, requiring Emmett took a few steps closer before squinting to look at his brother's face.
"Is that a frozen hamburger patty on his face?" Emmett asked.
Bella looked up at Emmett with a faint smile, "No, it's a veggie burger."
"Um, why?"
"Because I'm a vegetarian," she answered innocently while Emmett shook his head in dismay.
Hearing his older brother's voice, Edward's eyes opened half-way as he gingerly turned his neck toward Emmett. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Its nice to see you too, asshole."
Taking a few seconds to process where he was, Edward looked up at Bella who was still fussing over him. "Hi, beautiful," he muttered with a slight smile.
"She's beautiful, I'm the asshole…nice."
Bella leaned down and gingerly kissed Edward's forehead. "Wow…you did hit your head, didn't you?"
Emmett pulled a chair up to the couch to get a better look. "How do you feel?"
"Like I just got hit by a truck. And this side of my face is so cold its numb." Emmett smirked at Bella.
"Its just from the cold compress, to keep the swelling down. How're you feeling?" she asked.
Looking around the apartment, it finally registered with Edward that he was lying on a sofa in an apartment he did not recognize. And even though some of the details of the evening were fuzzy, he was pretty sure Emmett was not with he and Bella just before he blacked out. "What the hell happened?"
Bella recounted the story as Emmett's muscles tensed and his face turned deep red. "Where is this guy now, Bella?" he demanded.
From the couch Edward reasoned, "Em, you're not going anywhere near him. I don't need my older brother fighting my battles." Impressed by his rational demeanor, Bella had no clue Edward was doing some of the best acting of his life. He was in too much pain to do anything about it right now, but Edward was enraged. Enraged about being blindsided, but even more so because Mike seemed to have been spying on them.
"Edward." Bella asked sweetly as she stroked his forehead. "Can I pull this cap off your head to make sure there aren't any gashes? You hit the ground pretty hard." Too dazed to argue, Edward let her carefully remove his favorite blue knit cap. Softly running her fingers through his mop of brown hair, she felt for any bumps or scrapes. Emmett sat in astonishment, not sure when his brother had ever let anyone – even a beautiful woman – take away his treasured cap.
"It doesn't feel like there's anything there, except a lot of hair." Bella said. "Let's see if we can get him up and walking around."
Emmett provided a steady arm as Edward slowly stood up. Taking a few steps forward, he started to sway before Emmett sat him back down.
"Edward," Emmett said firmly, "We gotta call Jasper. You need to get checked out."
"Whose Jasper?" asked Bella.
"A friend," Edward quickly answered. "Emmett, why don't you take me back to the hotel and we can call him from there." He did not want to impose anymore than he already had on Bella, nor did he want the craziness of his life to be suddenly thrust upon her.
"I'm not taking you anywhere, dude. Not until you get checked out." Emmet said decisively.
"Why don't you just let me call 9-1-1?" Bella pleaded.
"No!" both brothers answered in unison.
Emmett realized exactly what was happening. When he and Rosalie left the bar earlier in the evening, Bella had no idea who Edward was. Clearly that had not changed.. Edward obviously wanted to keep it that way for now. Thinking fast, Emmett stepped out into the hallway to make a phone call. Jasper answered his cell only after letting the first three calls roll to voice mail. "This better be good, Emmett."
After quickly explaining to Jasper the chain of events, Emmett walked back inside the apartment. Bella was in the kitchen preparing another cold cloth, giving the brothers few seconds to talk privately.
"Edward," Emmett whispered. "Don't worry, I'm not going to blow this for you. But you've got to be looked over. Jasper's arranging for the hotel's on-call physician to come here."
"No way," Edward groaned, as he started to sit up. "Take me back to the hotel." Before his feet could hit the hard-wood floor, Emmett pushed him back onto the sofa.
"Listen to me. Don't be a stubborn prick. Let the guy check you out here first."
"Whose coming here?" asked Bella, overhearing the last part of their conversation as she walked in from the kitchen.
"Bella," Emmett began, "Is it okay with you if a doctor comes by your place to check Edward out? If its not too inconvenient?"
"Uh, sure." she answered skeptically. "I didn't know doctors still made house calls."
Sensing Bella's doubts, Emmett motioned for her to meet him in the kitchen so they could talk privately. Leaning against the counter top, he wrapped a reassuring arm around her shoulders and began explaining in his most sincere tone, "To be honest, Bella, this is a private on-call doctor. A family friend." Emmett didn't like lying but loyalty to his brother was more important this time around. "Edward will do anything to avoid going to the hospital unless its absolutely necessary. Its just a weird thing about him and he's probably a little embarrassed to admit that in front of you."
Instantly sympathetic, Bella promised Emmett she was absolutely fine with the doctor coming to her apartment. As they re-entered the living room, Edward eyed his brother suspiciously.
"Can I sit here, Edward?" Bella asked coyly as she slipped onto the cushion next to him. Without hesitation he made room for her, casually draping his arm around her tiny waist while she rested her hand on his thigh. The events of the last hour had lifted both of their buzzes, but the connection between them remained.
Within a half-hour, a well-dressed man in khakis and a crisp blue button-down shirt arrived at Bella's place. Carrying a canvas bag filled with his medical equipment, he smiled warmly as Emmett brought him inside. "Good morning, everyone. It is morning, right?" .
Emmett quickly interjected, "Dr. McKnight, thank you for coming at this hour." Fortunately Jasper thought to text him with the name of the hotel doctor. It would have been awkward if he didn't know the name of their supposed family friend.
Glancing across the room, Dr. McKnight walked straight to Edward, taking a seat on the wooden chair Emmett had occupied. As he opened his bag, the doctor turned to Bella and Emmett, "Do you think Edward and I could have a few minutes of privacy?"
This wasn't a strange request, but the apartment was so small Bella wasn't exactly sure where the best place was to go. She thought about leaving the apartment before leading Emmett down a short hallway to her bedroom. Somewhat embarrassed at the pile of dirty laundry in the corner and unmade bed, she apologized. "Sorry for the mess, I didn't exactly have a chance to clean up."
"Edward's kind of a neat freak," Emmett teased. "Probably a good thing he didn't see this.."
Bella was momentarily mortified until Emmett assured her he was kidding.
As Dr. McKnight began his examination, he flashed a pen-light into Edward's eyes, carefully looking at his pupils and then examining his skull. Skillfully running through his routine, he casually inquired "So, any drugs other than alcohol tonight, Mr. Cullen?"
"None," Edward replied flatly.
"I'm a doctor, you have complete confidentiality here."
"I realize that," Edward responded, slightly annoyed. "The answer is still no."
"Okay, understood. I have to ask."
Finishing up within fifteen minutes, Dr. McKnight began placing his instruments back in the medical bag. "Edward, you look fine. Banged up and obviously inebriated but otherwise, you are okay. I want you to rest. Are you supposed to work today?"
"No, not until tomorrow."
"Good, I don't expect you'll have any problems but I want you to call me if the pain doesn't subside in 24 hours or if you feel nauseous at any time. Shall I call your friends back in?
As if they were listening for their cue, Bella and Emmett returned to the room.
Speaking to Bella and Emmett now, the doctor described in detail what he checked for before saying "Looks like Edward got lucky. He'll have some bruising on the cheek and jaw bone but the cold pack you've been using so far will help keep the swelling down."
Bella shot an "I told you so" glance at Emmett.
"Can we move him," Emmett asked.
"Only if its absolutely necessary. I'd like to see him get some rest first."
"Edward you can stay here," Bella offered emphatically, taking back her place on the sofa next to him. "There's no reason to go back to your hotel." Afraid of sounding overanxious, Bella added, "Unless you'd be more comfortable there."
Lightly pushing a strand of hair from her forehead, he spoke softly into her ear, "I would love to stay here with you, if you swear its not any problem at all."
Emmett escorted Dr. McKnight outside as Bella rushed to her room and furiously began kicking dirty laundry under the bed. She then quickly made the bed and fluffed pillows before rejoining Edward and Emmett in the living room. Helping his brother up from the sofa, Emmett stayed at Edward's side as they walked into the bedroom.
A sly smile came across Emmett's face as he looked at the bare floor, wondering where the laundry had gone. "Well," Emmett said, "If you are sure you'll be okay here I guess I'll get going."
"Are you sure?" Bella asked. "I can make you some breakfast or something if you're hungry."
"No, thanks," Emmett replied impishly. "I've got something tasty waiting for me back at the hotel." Edward rolled his eyes and Bella blushed as Emmett made his exit.
Feeling suddenly awkward, Bella shuffled around her room nervously before deciding they could both use something cold to drink. "I'm going to get some water. Uh., make yourself comfortable, okay?"
Edward looked around her room in awe. One wall was painted white brick, lined with shelving and dozens of books on Art and Photography. Several albums, photo albums he assumed, were stacked on top of each other. He never stayed in one place long enough to have a collection of books like this. A cd player and and IPod base rested on the bottom shelve with too many cd's to count. On the opposite wall, an eclectic assortment of photographs hung from clothes pins on long wires that stretched along one whole wall. People, places, things. A close up of a middle-aged couple with proud smiles on their faces. Edward wondered if those were Bella's parents.
As she returned to her room, Bella was stopped in her tracks by the sight of Edwards shirt and pants lying on her floor. He had tucked himself under the covers and was playfully sitting up waiting for her. "You said to make myself comfortable, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did actually. So are you comfortable now?" she asked as she handed him a glass of cold water and two aspirin. Walking around to the other side of the bed, Bella slid in next to him.
He sipped the water and gulped down the pills. "I am very comfortable. In fact, I'm pretty damn good right now." He reached over and pulled her close to him.
"The doctor said you should rest, you know."
"I'm in a bed. Does that count?" he teased as his lips softly pressed against hers, his tongue gently pushing her mouth open. "Oh yep, I'm definitely feeling better now."
Bella giggled as she tugged at his lower lip with her teeth. His beard ticked her lips anytime she strayed the slightest bit from his warm mouth. Running her tongue along his teeth, she gasped when he took a little nibble. Taking her hand in his, he brought her long delicate fingers to his mouth, first kissing then lightly sucking one finger at a time.
Bella moved her mouth to this jaw, gingerly kissing along the injured area then to his chin before moving back up to his lips. He pulled her ear to his mouth, his strong tongue darting in and out as he kissed around it, her neck and then gently tugged at her lobe. Both of their hands wildly ran through the other's hair until Edward slid one hand carefully down her arm, to her side then finally resting on her waist
Pushing her tee shirt up, Edward's hand slid around to her back as he deftly unsnapped her lace and silk bra. His hands moved to her breasts, softly cupping one at a time. For a petite girl Bella was rather well-endowed and Edward loved the supple feeling of her full breasts in his hand. As he removed his other hand from her soft hair, he slipped her shirt off and helped slide her bra straps down her lean arms.
With both hands, he continued to caress each plump breast, teasing Bella's rapidly hardening nipples. Taking one into his mouth, he playfully sucked while teasing the nipple with his tongue.
"Oh fuck, Edward you don't know how good that feels."
"I can tell you like it. You are so fucking sexy, Bella. " He blew a cool breath over he nipples, making them stiffen even more and sending a shiver down her entire body.
As he pulled him self over her, Edward gently pushed her legs apart. She could feel his throbbing cock grow as it pulsated against her jeans. Running his fingers from her shoulders, down to her breasts then over her abdomen, he stopped at the waist band, looking into her eyes. "Is this okay?"
"Oh God yes, please." Bella pleaded.
Sliding down, Edward unzipped her pants and swiftly pulled them off. He kissed his way up her legs until he reached her panties. "Good lord, what are you doing to me?" he moaned.
She was wearing the skimpiest of lace underwear, barely covering a small triangle of hair.
"Do you like them?"
"No, not at all. In fact, they're coming off right now." Edward answered as he recklessly
pulled them down her silky legs and tossed them on the floor.
His lips moved slowly back up her body, kissing the inside of her calves, thighs then stopping to place a gentle kiss just below her abdomen. His tongue circled both nipples before continuing his trail to her lips. Bella met his soft kiss with an almost desperate response, unable to restrain herself from tugging at his bottom lip with her mouth then forcing her tongue between his open lips. Her slight hands moved down his chest racing to his boxer briefs. She placed one hand on each of his hips then slid them both into the waistband, shivering as her hands ran over his hips and down the outside of his thighs. A gentle tug pulled them down to his knees, revealing his fully erect cock.
Edward kicked his briefs off at the same time he reached down with both arms to bring Bella's face back up to his. As she lie fully naked in front of him, every ounce of her quivered. He ran a long index finger along her lips slowly, then playfully inserted it into her mouth as she sucked. Using his free hand to push a tuft of hair from in front of his blue eyes, he gazed at Bella. "Bella, do you want me as much as I want you right now?"
Unable to speak, Bella took his hand and moved it to her wet pussy. Edward's fingers slid along the moist patch, tickling her clit before finding their way to her entrance. Bella arched her back and moaned in ectasy. "I can make you cum, Bella. Is that what you want me to do?"
"God, yes, please Edward"
With this mouth suckling on her throbbing breasts, Edward reached down and began slipping his fingers in and out of her while his thumb massaged her clit. Trembling from head to toe, Bella called out "Edward, I can't take it anymore…please I need you inside me."
Edward looked up at her exquisite face flush with desperation. Blood pulsed to his rock hard cock as he sensed her body literally aching for him. "Bella, I have protection."
" I'm on the pill. I'm safe if you don't want to…."
"Me, too." He answered before she could finish.
Bella opened her legs wider, bent her knees and arched upward to meet Edward's body. He slid inside her as they both moaned. "Fuck, you're so tight. My God, Bella. You're so tight and so wet. I don't know how long I can last."
Instantly they were in rhythm, thrusting back and forth. Sliding along his length she stopped at the tip, grinding on the head of his dick playfully. "Holy shit, girl, you don't' know what you're doing to me." He pushed deeper inside of her as she wrapped her legs around him. "Hold on," he said as he rolled over and placed her on top.
As Bella sat up, she slid herself up and down his rod slowly before quickening the pace as if riding him. Every stroke up and down drew gasps from each of them, bringing both to the brink of orgasm. As they reached the height of their passion, Edward slowly rolled Bella over on her back again, never losing their connection. "Bella, it has never felt like this for me before."
He began thrusting wildly as her body responded in shudders and quiet moans. Bella felt herself quaking as his throbbing cock spilt inside her.
It was several minutes before either of them could speak. Breathless and dazed, Bella finally uttered the first words. "Not bad, for the first time, huh?"
Edward froze. That was "not bad?" Fuck, it was the hottest, most-intense sex he'd ever had in his life. Was this girl honestly implying it could get any better?
Her giggle and devious smile eased him somewhat as they rolled toward one another.
"Well," he responded with raised eyebrows and a smirk, "Remember I'm not 100% right now, my injury and all."
Looking deeply into Bella's dark brown eyes, Edward leaned closer and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Bella, that was mind-blowing. You are fucking incredible."
He pulled her closer to him, resting her head between his shoulder and chest. Lying completely bare, still dripping from each other, Bella and Edward simultaneously closed their eyes and fell asleep.
Hours later, their bodies still intertwined on top of the sheets as they slept soundly, neither heard Bella's roommate Angela return home. Shuffling her feat down the hallway, Angela dropped her duffel bag inside her room before heading toward Bella's door. This was their routine whenever one of them went away, getting together for girl talk to share secrets .
Flipping on the hall light, Angela took a few more steps before quietly opening Bella's door. "Bella, are you sleeping?" she asked innocently before the hall light fully illuminated the room.
Angela's eyes opened wide as she looked directly into the face of Bella's guest.
Edward's eyes squinted in the light as he quickly grabbed a sheet to throw over their naked bodies.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry…" Angela called back as she ran out of the room.
Alarmed by the commotion, Bella jumped up. "What's going on?" she asked Edward.
"I think your roommate got home early." Edward said groggily.
Jumping up, Bella grabbed her robe from the bed post. "I'll be right back." Finding Angela in the kitchen, Bella gulped before blurting out. "So I met someone this weekend."
"Yeah, I'll say!" Angela exclaimed. "How, what, where? Oh my God Bella I have so many questions."
"Okay, just calm down. It's a long story and I can't go into it right now. I'm sorry you – uh—walked in on what you walked in on. I didn't think you'd be home until really late."
"Forget all that, Bells. Its not like you haven't seen Eric run naked between the shower and my bedroom a dozen times. But how the hell…."
"How the hell what?" Bella asked, somewhat confused.
"How the hell did you manage to get Edward-fucking-Cullen in your bed?"
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