Beware of lemons!
Forewarning, I may not be the best at the small details.
Bella
Finding a reason to get away for the weekend was hard with Alice asking a million questions a minute.
I eventually told her it was a job opportunity, which still didn't go over well, as she didn't like the idea of her baby sister moving to another state for a job. Then again, I'm sure she would've preferred that to learning I was going on a secret trip with her boyfriend's married best friend.
Friday arrives faster than I realize and Edward messages at eight in the morning.
We're leaving at ten. See you soon, doll.
The message is short and sweet but it does things to my heart.
Every little part of me knows this is utterly and totally wrong but another small part of me, a teeny tiny part, tells me to go for it. Do it. Leap into the unknown, even though the unknown is a married man.
I play it safe for a reason; it keeps me out of trouble. But right now, everything is telling me to fuck playing it safe and have fun.
I rub my forehead as I finish packing the bag, throwing in last minute things such as a toothbrush, comb, deodorant, and my birth control pills after popping one in my mouth.
"You all packed?" Alice pops her head in, dressed in a snazzy blazer and slacks.
"Yep. I'll be heading out in an hour or so," I smile, my heart pounding hard in my chest.
She walks toward me, grabbing my shoulders, "Well, I came to wish you good luck. Remember that you are a strong, independent woman and you can do this. Got it?"
I snort, "Yes, I know. I've got this. Don't worry."
Just 48 uninterrupted hours of Edward and I, alone, in a different state.
I totally got this.
"Good. I've gotta head out. I will see you Sunday. Don't forget your migraine pills," she gives me a quick hug and rushes out the door.
With an hour to kill, I make myself a quick breakfast of toast and eggs with orange juice. My phone rings as I'm in the middle of watching Meredith unplug Derek and tears are streaming down my cheeks.
"Hello?" I sniffle, cleaning my cheeks.
"Bella? Honey, are you crying? Are you okay? Did you and Alice get in a fight? Oh my God, is a boy?!" My mother's voice is frantic and I laugh through my tears.
"No mom, just watching a show," I explain, pausing the episode.
She lets out a relieved sigh, "Oh, good. Anyway, Alice called and said you have an interview in Seattle?"
Dammit Alice.
"Yes, mom, I do," I put excitement in my voice, as much as I can muster, but it comes off nervous.
"Oh honey, are you sure about that? I mean, maybe you should move back home and look for something here," she tries to casually mention it but I don't buy it.
She's been trying to get me to move back home for two years now. I am not going back to that place unless I have to and right now, I definitely do not have to.
"Mom, I'm not going to move back. You already know why and it's best if I stay away," I remind her and she sighs.
"Honey, he made a mistake. He just didn't feel adequate because you graduated so young and you were going to college in a different state," she explains.
"As much as you want him to be my happily ever after, that's not happening. He tried to force me to stay. I gotta go mom, my ride's here. Love you." I hang up before she can finish talking and look at the message Edward sent.
Come on down, doll. I'm waiting.
I smile despite myself and shake my head. He went from super flirty on Monday to sweet on Tuesday and every day after. It was a bit weird but I didn't not welcome it.
Grabbing my bag, I swing it over my shoulder and grab the migraine pills before locking the front door and heading down. It takes me a minute to find him and he's sitting in sleek red corvette. I'm sure my mouth dropped open as I approach it slowly.
He climbs out, dressed in a pair of black jeans that hang low on his hips and a button up white shirt. He looks casual but damn sexy and my heart speeds up as he walks toward me.
"Ready to go?" He greets me with a large smile and I hate the way my insides feel like a puddle.
Stop, you idiot.
"Yep," I give him a smile as he grabs my bag and puts it in the trunk, holding the passenger door for me.
I slip in, the smell of his cologne invading my senses. After he shuts the door he walks around and hops into the driver's side, taking off down the street. The car ride is silent as we drive as we inch closer and closer toward the airport, panic begins to settle in my chest.
This is so wrong.
Why am I even doing this?
God, I want to feel his fingers inside me again.
He places his hand on my thigh, close to my knee, and I relax a bit. My eyes flicker down toward his hand and a part of me, a part I refuse to acknowledge, wants him to move it closer. Closer until he's fingers are deep inside of me, his thumb playing with my clit in the rough way he did before, bringing me closer to the edge.
My throat feels dry suddenly and I close my eyes, attempting to relax.
"Does my touch bother you?" He asks curiously.
"No!" I clear my throat and when I open my eyes, there's a knowing look in his eyes. "No. I'm just thirsty. Do you have some water?"
He nods. "Glove compartment."
I find the bottle in seconds and chug half and though my throat is cool, the fire inside me is still raging.
.
.
By the time we land it's a little past noon.
"I was thinking we could head to the hotel and order some room service," Edward says as we walk outside.
It's raining, not too heavy but not light either, and I smile a bit.
"Sounds like a plan. I'm starving," I smile as we walk toward a man holding a sign that reads 'Cullen'.
"Hey Tim," Edward shakes his hand.
"Good afternoon Mr. Cullen," the man nods at him and gives me a once over before grabbing our bags and piling it in the trunk.
Edward opens the door for me and I climb in with him following behind a moment later. As the car starts moving, I see Tim giving me glances every once in a while and his eyes are dark with hunger. I suddenly feel naked in my shorts and tank top. I clear my throat, moving a bit closer to Edward.
"He won't stop staring," I whisper quietly and Edward glances over.
"Tim, stop staring at my friend, please," there's a tightness in his voice and I shudder.
The hotel comes into view ten minutes later and it's a damn skyscraper. It's not like I had a fear of heights, but buildings should not be that tall. Edward must've felt me tense because he squeezes my hand softly.
"Relax, okay? You're safe," he murmurs and his voice sounds so fucking smooth and gentle, I shiver.
"Right, yeah," I nod but he can clearly tell I don't believe him.
"Want to go for a swim later?" He asks as we get out of the car, grabbing our bags.
"In case the sky didn't tell you, it's raining."
He shakes his head, "Indoor pool. Come on."
He leads the way into the lobby and it's significantly warmer. The floors are marble and the front desk is black granite with a dapper young gentleman standing behind it, welcoming guests with smiles. When we sees us approach, his eyes immediately give me a glance over and there's a look in his eyes. Like when someone knows something you don't. As soon as we step up to the desk, the man flashes us his pearly whites.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Cullen. Your suite is ready as you like it. Would you like a bottle of champagne for you and your guest?" The way he words it makes it seem like he's offered this before and I look up at Edward.
"No need, Riley," he brushes it off and grabs the key card, leading me toward the elevator.
Riley is still staring when the elevator doors close.
"How often have you brought women on your business trips?" I turn to him and he doesn't immediately respond, instead staring at me with those intense eyes of his.
"Do you just cheat on your wife daily?" I demand and he sighs like my questions are draining the life out of him.
"It's complicated. I'll explain when we've had a chance to relax, okay?"
I huff but leave it alone.
When we reach our floor, he leads the way down the hall and unlocks the door. It swings open, revealing one of the most beautiful hotel rooms I've ever seen. The living room is adorned with white couches and beautiful wooden coffee table, a flat screen hanging above a fireplace. The floor is cherry wood and I walk in, looking around.
The kitchen isn't the biggest but probably better than most standard hotel rooms.
"So where's my room?" I turn around and Edward is closing the door, setting down his bag.
"Well, this room is paid for by the company so I exchanged it for a room with two beds. So you can take one and I'll take the other," he explains, plopping down on one of the couches.
"Sounds good," I sit down next to him, stretching out my body.
"I just realized I didn't pack a bathing suit," I think out loud, relaxing into the ridiculously soft couch.
Edward makes a sound and when I look over, his eyes are hooded, "We can always skinny dip."
My face flushes instantly and I shake my head vigorously, "Nope."
He gives me a lopsided smile, his eyes dirty, "You know, we can always have some fun..."
Oh, Ii'm so tempted to.
"Just let me feel that pretty tight pussy of yours around my fingers again. Doesn't it bother that you never got to cum?" He licks his lips and I feel my panties begin to dampen again.
I swallow, "You said no sex."
"I said not if you didn't want it. But if you do, that's a different story," his eyes darken, a coy smile playing at his lips.
I want it so badly.
Just to scratch the itch.
"If you want it, you're going to have to take the first step, doll," his voice is husky and I bite my lip.
One kiss can't be bad, right?
Just one.
I lean forward, pressing my lips against his hesitantly.
A spark of electricity shocks my lips and a shiver runs down my spine.
His hand reaches up, gripping my face as he deepens our kiss. Ribbons of electricity sour through me as his fingers curl into my hair. I grant his tongue entrance and he quickly dominates the kiss as he pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling his thighs.
"Fuck, you taste good," he growls against my lips, his free hand grips my waist, his fingers touching the skin of my back.
Hard meets soft as he pulls me flush against his chest, the curves of my body fitting his like two halves of a whole. A moan escapes me as he grabs my ass and I instinctively grind myself against him, his bulge meeting my heat. I pull away, dizzy from the kiss and lack of air. He takes the opportunity to kiss down my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin, both of his hands squeezing my thighs as me moves me hard against him.
"Pull up your shirt," he groans against my skin and I close my eyes, slipping off the tank top.
He pulls both of the cups down immediately, revealing my breasts. I flush with embarrassment for a moment but he pulls my hands behind my back when I attempt to hide myself. His lips wrap around my nipple and I moan in pleasure as he sucks hard, my panties becoming soaked as he continues to rub himself against me.
I feel delirious with pleasure and all I want is to feel him inside me, making me his.
Releasing my hands, I immediately grip his hair and he growls, one hand cupping my other breast and his free hand slipping into my panties.
"Someone's wet for me," his voice is rough and I scream as pinches my sensitive clit hard.
"Do you want to cum on my fingers?" He grabs my hair and I whimper, trying to move against his hand for more. "I'll give you what you want if you answer."
"Fuck, yes! I want to cum your fingers. Please let me cum!" I beg and he shoves his fingers deep inside.
I hiss as he stretches me out, his fingers rubbing my clit at an insane pace. The moans are pouring out of me and he goes back to sucking and biting my nipple and it doesn't take long for my orgasm to build until I'm shoved over the edge, riding it out on his fingers.
As I start to come down from my high his fingers are still moving, his thumb circling my overly stimulated clit. I whimper in pain and pleasure as he starts to rub hard again, his lips moving up to my own. He swallows my moans and screams as I cum on his fingers again, pumping two digits in and out slowly as he mercifully releases my clit. I shudder and gasp, resting my head against his shoulder as I come down from my high.
His lips kiss my neck gently, running his clean fingers through my hair as he pulls his other hand out of my shorts.
My mind begins to clear up and I shudder, slowly pulling away and climbing to my feet, searching for my shirt in a daze.
"I'll order room service," he stands as well and walks over to the phone.
I can see the bulge in his pants and I clench, turning around and quickly looking for a bathroom. After locking the door, I turn on the sink and splash some water across my skin to cool down and gather my thoughts.
it was only supposed to be a kiss.
Shit.
I can't deny that it was the best I've ever had and he only used his fingers.
Oh fuck, I'm so screwed.