Chapter Four

Bella missed her last class on Friday to see her doctor. I drive home and run over to her house, desperate to see her.

"Hey," I say, pulling her into a hug when I see her at the door. "You okay?"

She burrows her face against my chest as I kick the door closed behind me. "They had to take blood." I wince, because I know how much she hates needles and blood. I trace two blue, fragile veins on her arm before helping her remove the tape and cotton at her elbow.

"I'm sorry, babe."

"I'm anemic but they sent some blood to the lab just in case," she mumbles as I breathe in relief. "I should get the results after the holidays."

I notice how quiet the house is, so I ask. "Where's Charlie?"

"We're alone." I can hear the need in her voice, and for some reason, mine is just as strong. Our first kiss is almost bruising, as fear drives me to confirm she's healthy and strong. I can't fucking lose her.

One by one, we climb the stairs to her room and fall onto her tiny bed. I love this bed because it means there's no room for her to go anywhere. Clothes fall away, and even though she's not ready for more yet, she allows me to explore.

Her tits on my chest drives me a little nuts, but when they're in my hands, I'm a goner. She has these small nipples the same color of her lips after I've kissed her good and hard.

She surprises me, pushing me away with a hand on my chest. "What the—" the protest dies in my throat as she climbs around, planting a knee on each side of my head facing backward. "Fuck!" I groan and grab her thighs to bring her closer. A shiver runs through me at the first touch of her tongue on my cock.

There's this push and pull between us. The more I give the she more she takes of me in her mouth. I love every warm, wet second of it. Soon, she comes under my tongue and I on hers. She tastes so fucking good.

As I held her close after, she murmurs, "I told my dad we have a room in Port Angeles tomorrow night."

I still. "What did he say?"

"That he knew this day would come."

"What day?"

"The day you take his little girl away from him," she replies softly. College is in her future and even though I don't know what will happen to me, I'll find a way to be with her.

I'm waiting for Bella downstairs, desperate to see her. Mom has her camera as Dad and Charlie talk amongst themselves with Sue, Charlie's girlfriend. I can't even look them in the eye right now.

Bella and I had a very uncomfortable talk with them earlier – a sex talk – with all of them.

I have never seen Charlie turn so red. Bella and I weren't too far behind. They pushed condoms into our hands! It was horrible.

I shudder at the thought.

"Oh my," Mom gasps and I look up.

Bella's finally ready, making one hell of an entrance. She looks amazing in her black and green dress with a slit that reaches mid-thigh. I try hard not to let my eyes linger on all the exposed skin. Her legs, damn, I can't help thinking about them wrapped around my head like the day before.

Baseball.

Emmett in tights.

Football.

Emmett in bikini.

That helps the situation down below, until my eyes land on her bare shoulders. The dress is strapless. She's trying to kill me.

Hundreds of flashes later, Bella turns us toward a mirror. Dressed in a black suit, I have to admit, I look good. The matching green tie makes my eyes stand out, my brown and auburn hair is a mess, but she loves it that way.

I'm not only taking one of the hottest girls to the dance, but also my best friend. She's all mine.

As she kisses my cheek, I think she knows I'm hers.

After an awesome dinner in the hotel restaurant, we head to the dance. Bella is wearing a smile that says she's happy to be here with me. I squeeze her hand, letting her know I'm happy she's with me too.

We make a quick stop with the photographer and do the stupid pose thing, but when I see the results on the computer screen, I buy the biggest package. She looks too good to resist.

We dance and mingle, even though Bella and I bitch and moan about the shitty music.

An hour later, Angela whispers in Bella's ear, and my girl instantly freezes. My eyes follow the path hers take and I recognize the fuck on Lauren's arm. Emmett seems to notice too, but he's on his feet in a second.

"Emmett," Bella hisses and glares at Rosalie to do something.

"He fucking deserves anything that comes to him," Ice Queen says, rolling her eyes. She gets up anyway, stopping Emmett from doing something I wish I could do.

We dance a few more slow songs, mainly because Bella can't stand all the whispering going on at our table. Worse is when the happy couple seems to be right there at every turn on the dance floor. The fuck has a big as smile on his face, his eyes on my girl's chest.

Taking Bella's hand in mind, I lead her outside. I've had enough of this shit.

I take a few minutes to get my fix, feeling the pounding pulse of the music against the wall. Bella's standing in front me, her head on my chest and arms wrapped around me. The dance is quickly losing its appeal with the shitty pop music and even shitter people that came.

Lauren decided to show up with Bella's ex-boyfriend. Peter was the asshole that took Bella's virginity the year before. Weeks before he fucking left for early admittance into Harvard.

He had broken up with her in an email. I had to get out of there before I did something stupid. Like hit the asshole.

"I'm tired," she whispers.

"I know." She looks up at me and purses her lips for a kiss. I remove my cigarette and brush my mouth over hers. We linger, not deepening it until she stands on the tips of her toes. Her hands move beneath my jacket, snapping one of my suspenders. She giggles softly. "What? You didn't think I'd conform completely, did you?"

She fingers the gauge in my ear and smiles. "Thank god, you didn't," she whispers and takes the cigarette from my between my fingers. She brings it up to my lips, her eyes there, as she moans. I know she hates the smell, but she loves watching me smoke. My hand travels from the small of her back to her ass.

"You ready to go our room?"

She cocks an eyebrow. "We're not going to one of the parties?"

I shake my head, putting out my cigarette with my boot. "I want to be stone cold sober when I'm inside you."

She moans and we hurry upstairs. I want to go slow, because it's Bella, but her dress is on the floor before we reach the bed. I'm cursing as she pulls me over her, my loose tie in her hand.

It serves as a tether to her, linked as we have been since we met.

Our hands wander as lips and tongues roam. Every inch of her is on fire under my touch. My fingers clasp and cling to sweat-coated, silky smooth skin. Tasting everything I can reach, I feel her curl a hand around me. I groan, pumping in her fist, wanting more.

Words are lost, gone. I'm not thinking, only taking, and giving. She does the same. Her hands, gasps, and moans are so fucking needy that I'm already close from hearing her. I pull her hand away from me, placing it between her thighs. I watch as she plays. I struggle to put on a condom and groan as her fingers dip and rub inside her.

I kiss her again, nudging her thighs farther apart. A whisper of my name has me reaching and testing to see if she's ready.

"Fuck," I hiss when I find hot, silky, wet skin.

"Edward," she moans and slips her arms over my shoulders. I lay my forehead on hers, and together, we watch as I push inside her.

I groan.

She moans.

I kiss her again and move. Inside and out, time escapes all meaning as she surrounds me. Her breaths against my ear, cheek, and neck drive me faster, harder. She takes it all, slow or fast, soft or hard. I shiver and shake, ready, so fucking ready to give her everything.

"You're everything," I whisper the truth. She cries out my name, her mouth on my shoulder as she let's go. I practically shout, because fuck, I wanted her to come. I thrust and thrust, until I'm so fucking gone that it hits me hard and unexpectedly.

I kiss her cheek, her mouth and whisper her name. Her eyes tell me everything I need to know, and as she smiles, I know mine reflect the same.

I love her.