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CHAPTER 6 – I Feel You
I feel you
Your sun it shines
I feel you
Within my mind
You take me there
You take me where
The kingdom comes
You take me to
And lead me through Babylon
This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning of our love
"I Feel You" - Depeche Mode
It's close to midnight, and I'm on all fours, stripped down to my underwear, pretending to be a dog thanks to the stupid truth or dare game we've been playing for the past hour.
"C'mon, Bella, you can do better than that!" Kate yells. Bitch. Her hardest dare was to peel a banana without using her hands, and she whined about it for half an hour.
"What do you want me to do, huh? Hump your leg?"
"Yeah, do that!" Emmett says.
"Fuck you. I'm not humping anyone's leg," I say, laughing.
"Okay, then at least stop talking."
Edward sits on the stairs that lead up to the second floor with an iPad in his hands and a scowl on his face. He's not playing with us. Since I came back from La Push, he hasn't uttered a single word to me.
"Come over here, puppy," Emmett orders.
I'm far from enjoying this but trashed enough to have some fun with it.
I stomp toward Emmett, using all the puppy-enthusiasm I can come up with. My ass is high in the air and pointed toward Edward, and I am very well aware of that. Determined to get his eyes off that iPad, I whimper loudly, wiggling my butt. Gnashing my teeth, I growl at Emmett.
"Dude, be careful. She'll bite you," Garrett says, snickering.
"No, she won't. Good doggy," Emmett says, petting my head. I roll my eyes, turn around and head toward Alice and Jasper, adding a soft bark to my little performance.
"You're too cute," Rose says. "Look at her, prancing her paws proudly! She reminds me of Simba!"
"You're supposed to be a dog not a lion cub," Alice says.
I show her the finger, smile and stick my tongue out. I let it hang, trying to resemble a dog panting. What else should I do? I whine once again, looking at Jasper.
"You want something?" Jasper asks. "Show us what you want!"
What the fuck do I want? Hm. I grin as the idea pops into my head. I point my chin toward Jasper's belt and whine a little more, sticking my tongue out once again.
Jasper turns red. He thinks I'm pointing to his dick. Alice snorts, and then burst out laughing.
"She wants the leash, you moron," Edward says. I turn my head toward him and nod enthusiastically. He shakes his head, letting out a chuckle.
Jasper takes his belt off quickly, still blushing. I pick it up with my teeth, let out a soft growl and head toward Edward, stomping on all fours. Climbing a couple of stairs, I stop in front of him and bark softly, placing the belt onto his lap.
Edward sneers and tilts his head to the side. His hand grasps the hair at the back of my head, and I moan a little. His mouth is on my ear. "You're wearing a fucking thong while pretending to be a bitch. You made every single fucker in this room hard for you. You're aware of that, right?"
I lick my lips. "Are you hard for me?"
"Hey, come back here, Bella. Cullen is not playing!" Jasper shouts.
Edward stares at my face, smirking. "What do you think?"
"I don't know. Show me."
"Hey, no talking!" Emmett yells. "Let her go, man!"
Edward's eyes are glued to me. "Sorry, but she brought me the leash, and now I have to take her for a walk," he says, fastening the belt gently around my neck.
"No fair, Cullen. You're not even in the game," Jasper says.
Edward grins at him. "Fuck the game if it doesn't have a winner."
I snicker and let out a soft whimper, stomping up the stairs loudly.
"You're fucking nuts," Edward says. I stand up, giggling. He leads me into what I assume is a guest room.
As soon as we're in, I don't waste any time. I get back on all fours and let my eyes rake him from head to toe. I grab onto his sweatpants with my teeth, yanking. I'm sure the whole thing looks sexy. The weed and alcohol in my bloodstream agree with me.
Edward looks amused while he watches me take off his clothes using just my teeth. He lets out a series of little laughs. I'm glad he finds me entertaining. I love seeing him laugh.
I yank on his boxers. The sight of his dick springing free and hard for me makes me want to growl. So I do. He shakes his head and lightly pushes me away. I sit on the bed silently, licking my lips, watching him pace the room. His hard cock bobs up and down. He looks like sin, dark and magnetic.
"You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" His voice is suddenly hoarse with frustration. "Making me think of a hundred different ways to assault you."
I swallow hard, his words making me tremble with desire. Maybe I want to be assaulted by him.
"Just get over here and take what you want," I say.
His eyes snap to mine. He stops pacing, takes a deep breath and approaches me. He places one knee on the bed next to me and reaches behind my back to unclasp my bra. I let my eyes fall to his cock, biting my lip. I want him on me and inside me—now and always.
Edward's tongue darts out of his mouth, tracing his lower lip. He yanks my thong down and sits on the bed, facing me.
The only thing I'm wearing now is Jasper's belt around my neck. He pulls on it lightly, wrapping it around his hand, bringing me closer to him. His gaze is clouded with desire and maybe something else, focused on my lips.
There's this new kind of tension floating between us, and I let myself bask in it.
My eyes drift to where his hand holds the belt, and I softly brush my fingers over his swollen, bruised knuckles. Edward's eyes dart between my face and where my hand touches his. His breathing is shallow and fast, the corner of his lip twitching in tiny, lightning-fast movements.
He tilts his head to the side, just slightly, and moves his mouth closer to my parted lips.
He's going to kiss me.
My heart skips a beat. Time stops. My breathing stops. Everything stops.
His lips ghost over mine, barely touching. I tingle all over. I feel like my heart might melt or explode or something. I don't know. All I know is I'm stunned, and there's a sudden swarm of butterflies in my belly.
Edward captures my lower lip between his, pulling on it gently. The tip of his tongue brushes over me just briefly as if testing me, trying me out. A sharp breath leaves my mouth before his lips fully meet mine.
And then he's kissing me—really kissing me. His lips are warm and soft, his tongue firm and demanding. My hand holds the back of his neck tightly, the tips of my fingers buried in his hair.
I lie on my back, pulling him down with me. He pants into my mouth, his knee pushing my legs apart. I can feel him against my pussy—hard and ready.
Lost in his gaze, I feel his cock slide in slowly, inch by inch, his hips rocking against mine in a steady, slow motion. He whispers something against my lips, exhaling a short, heavy breath. He says, "Fuck," and something else I can't hear.
God, this is too much. I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest.
I suck on his lower lip, savoring him slowly and completely, moaning quietly as he slides in and out. I close my eyes, humming under my breath, relishing in his slow invasion.
Edward groans lowly. His hands travel down, his fingers digging into my thighs, pushing my legs up higher, spreading them wider. He's getting ready to fuck me harder. I hoist myself up onto my elbows and jerk my hips upward, meeting his first hard thrust.
We're so in sync. We're one and the same.
He holds my legs up and wide open with his forearms, leaning his weight into me, thrusting deep and heavy. Our kissing turns feverish. We're a bundle of sucking, licking, moaning, and growling sounds. It feels so good, I'm about to cry.
Edward breaks our kiss to watch my face. He rotates his hips against me, his pelvic bone rubbing against my clit every time he buries his cock fully inside me.
"Oh fuck," I hear myself cry out. I feel my vision blur as I ride on a sweet, long wave of pleasure, watching his parted lips.
"I'm coming with you," he whispers under his breath. "I'm coming with you. Fuck." He growls, his body going rigid as he pulls out of me. I pant heavily, watching his cum hit the upper part of my pussy and my lower belly. His face is scrunched up in a painful expression as he keeps stroking his cock until the last drop of creamy-white ends in my belly button.
Edward's body relaxes as he catches his breath.
"Wait here. I'll bring you something to clean yourself," he says, hopping off the bed. Breathless and speechless, I watch him put on sweatpants and disappear through the door.
Is he still going to deny us after this? Is he still going to tell me to stay away from him? Or has he finally realized that we're so much more than just a fuck?
I look down at my belly. Next time, I want his cum inside me. I need to go on the pill. I'm setting up the gyno appointment first thing Monday.
I call the hospital on Monday around noon to ask how Charlie's operation went. They tell me he's in ICU, and I can speak to the doctor who operated on him later in the afternoon when he's free. They say the doctor's name is Carlisle Cullen.
I knew Edward's father was a doctor, but I had no idea he was a surgeon. It feels weird, knowing that he operated on my father. Suddenly I'm kind of looking forward to visiting Charlie in the hospital, and I instantly want to slap myself. I should be worried about my father not excited about meeting Edward's dad.
The day at school drags slowly. I'm bored out of my mind. My homeroom teacher tells me she wants me to see the school counselor, someday next week. Whatever. She says to check my e-mail for some info she's sent me regarding the topic we'll be discussing.
After school, I meet the girls at the outdoor basketball court to watch the boys play. It's really cold outside, and I miss the school bus again, but who cares—I don't feel like going home.
"C'mon, Cullen, we're losing like bitches here," Garrett yells. My head snaps toward where Edward slowly jogs onto the court with a bottle of water in his hand.
My heart starts beating faster. I didn't see him in school today. Last time I saw him was when he left Jasper's two days ago, right after we had sex.
Edward takes his jacket off, and my eyes widen as I watch him walk toward where I stand.
"Hold this for me," he says, throwing the jacket at me. I grin stupidly, clutching onto the soft piece of material.
"It's just a jacket, Bella. Get a grip on yourself," Alice says.
The smile doesn't leave my face as I watch the game, my eyes mostly focused on Edward.
The girls keep teasing me, saying I've found my new high. They have no idea. It's so much better than any high I've had. I remember the way he kissed me, and my fingers fly to my lips, touching. As if I could catch the invisible traces of his lips against mine.
The boys are done with the game pretty fast, and everyone's ready to go home. Edward takes his jacket, gives me a lopsided smile, and heads to his car without saying a word. My eyes follow him, and I'm grasping on the last part of my sanity that stops me from going after him.
I want him to come back, grab my hand, take me with him, and never let me leave his side. I want to be with him, enveloped in him, all the time. It's crazy. I'm crazy.
I walk home feeling empty and cold. There's no one really waiting for me there—no one to share my day with. And no matter how much I keep trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter, somehow it just does. It grates on me more and more every day.
My heart skips a beat when a silver Volvo suddenly comes into my sight.
Edward drives slowly next to me. He watches me through the open window. My legs feel like jelly.
"Get in," he says, stopping the car. I smile wide, feeling my heart flutter wildly as I settle into the warmed up passenger seat. Did he heat it up for me?
He stays quiet while he drives, and I'm nervous as hell.
Should I say something?
I'm completely tongue tied, feeling silly. It's funny how I have no problem fucking him, but when it comes to talking, I'm paralyzed.
He's driving really fast, so we reach my house in about five minutes. He parks the car, turns off the ignition and takes a deep breath, frowning. His troubled gaze is on me, studying, traveling up and down. I'd like to erase the uneasy, worried expression on his face, but I don't know how because I don't know what causes it. Maybe he's angry with himself for wasting his time with me. Maybe he thinks I'm some stupid, immature idiot who can't even have normal conversation and he regrets driving me home.
I cast my eyes down to my lap, where I play with my fingers.
"So…" I start nervously. "That day at Jasper's, when you asked me to go for a walk…"
I don't get to finish my question. I'm cut off by warm lips and the taste of wintergreen, and all my worries are lost in velvet heaven as Edward's tongue finds mine. I kiss him back with all I have as he grabs my jacket, pulling me closer to him. His arms circle my waist, and he hoists me over to his side, making me straddle him on his seat.
I whimper into his mouth, feeling his hands squeeze my butt. He presses me down against his hard, denim-clothed cock and moves me back and forth in a firm steady motion while sucking on my tongue. My jeans feel burning hot against my pussy as the feverish friction turns me on and pisses me off at the same time.
I want his bare skin and muscle against me and inside me.
I rub against him in a frenzy, parting my mouth from his, pushing his head down toward my chest. I hold onto his hair with a tight grip. I'm close. So close.
"God," I cry out under my breath.
Edward lifts his hips and presses on my back harder. "Can you come like this?" he asks in his smooth, buttery voice.
I dig my nails into the back of his skull, my other hand clutching onto the sleeve of his jacket.
I fall over the edge, shaking, his name leaving my lips in sweet agony.
"Hey, you don't even say hi anymore when you come home," Renee yells from the kitchen.
"Hi!" I shout from my room, smiling, still lightheaded from my Edward high. I throw my backpack into the corner of my room, turn my music on, and fall onto my bed with a big smile.
It may be wrong, but it feels right
To be lost in paradise
Funny, I thought Unapologetic was a crappy album, but suddenly I love it. I don't remember the last time I felt this good. I jump off the bed and spin around. My smile is wide, my eyes closed.
If I open up my eyes
I can see the storm, I can see the sky
I can see the darkness, flashing lights
All my fears don't deny, let me stay
I'm lost in paradise
The song finishes, and I find myself cleaning my room enthusiastically, picking up all the discarded clothes, make up, books, and empty candy bar wrappers. I organize my desk and reorganize my closet. I even manage to study for about a half hour.
Then I remember the e-mail from my home room teacher. I click on my inbox, and it's there. I open it. There's an article attached about teen depression. I skim through it, rolling my eyes, moving to the part that lists the symptoms.
You constantly feel irritable, sad, or angry. Nothing seems fun anymore, and you just don't see the point of trying.
I don't think so.
You feel bad about yourself—worthless, guilty, or just "wrong" in some way.
Hmm,
You have frequent, unexplained headaches or other physical problems. You cry a lot.
Not.
You just can't concentrate. Your grades may be plummeting because of it.
Okay.
You start using alcohol or drugs or hanging with a bad crowd.
Oh, well.
You're thinking about death or suicide.
Bullshit.
I close the page. I'm not fucking depressed. I wonder if she's sent something to Renee, but it doesn't really matter. Renee has been ignoring e-mails from school for a long time now. I think she doesn't check her mail box at all anymore.
I call the hospital again. Dr. Cullen says Charlie is stable. I like his voice. He says the cancer didn't progress from the colon to the liver as they suspected and that the next step is chemo.
I go to the hospital on Tuesday and Thursday. Dr. Cullen is busy so I don't get to meet him or talk to him.
Charlie refuses to see me.
Leah says I shouldn't feel bad about it because he doesn't want to see anyone. I think she's lying just to make me feel better, and I can't figure out why. Why does she suddenly care how I feel? Maybe I should hang with her from time to time.
I still wonder what her deal with Edward is. Maybe she'll tell me.
It's Friday, and another school week is finally over. I'm standing with the girls in our spot near the woods as Edward and the boys walk toward us.
Garrett approaches Kate. He looks pissed. Jasper grabs Alice's butt and kisses her. Emmett and James stand next to Rosalie, inspecting the new crystal stud piercing in her nose.
"What a nice little piece," James says. He's not really looking at her piercing. His eyes rake over her body.
"You want nice and little? Look down your pants, asshole," Rosalie says coolly, pulling the gum from her mouth in a long string.
Edward comes to stand next to me. He lights a cigarette and inhales deeply. He doesn't look at me or say anything. He just stands there with his arm hanging an inch away from mine, making me feel all tense.
Kate and Garret are arguing loudly. All eyes are on them. He goes on and on about her not having limits with booze and drugs, and she's not taking it well.
I'm scanning Edward's hand.
I want to touch it. I don't dare. I stay in my place, shifting my weight nervously. I snatch a sideways glance at his face. He clears his throat and licks his lips, looking down at my feet.
The tension in the air is killing me.
I block out everything happening around us when I feel Edward's finger touch mine. It's just a tiny brush, and it lasts for a split second. My chest tightens as my finger gravitates back toward his. I touch and pull away quickly, just like he did.
The corner of Edward's lip twitches before I hear him take a deep breath.
"Fuck it," he mutters to himself. His hand catches mine fully, making my heart pound against my chest wildly.
"Are you coming to Eclipse tonight?" he asks, moving his thumb in small circles over my knuckles.
"Yes," I say, nodding hastily. I really hope my face doesn't look the way it feels— hot and burning.
"You?"
"I'll see you there," he says. He squeezes my hand once before making his way to his car.
"Want a line, Bella?" Alice asks, rubbing her nose.
"You know I don't do that shit," I say, taking a swig of the Jack Daniel's Jasper brought. We're at Alice's as always before going to Eclipse.
"Can I have one?" Kate asks.
"I can't give it to you, Kate. We promised Garrett," Alice says.
Kate frowns. "Garrett is a pain in the ass. I should just break up with him."
"Oh, please, you'd break up with a guy over drugs and booze?! Get a grip on yourself! You can't handle the stuff. We always have to fucking babysit you," Alice says.
"Jesus, Alice, you don't have to be so harsh," Rose chimes in.
Kate stomps out of the room. I rush after her.
"Let her go, Bella. She needs to chill," Jasper says.
"I think she needs help," I say.
Alice nods. "She needs help, all right. Only she doesn't want it. She doesn't want to listen to us. What are we supposed to do? Tell her parents?"
Ugh. This is fucked up. I try catching up with Kate, but she's gone out of the house, and I have no idea where she went. I try calling her. She doesn't answer her phone.
"You should call Garrett, and let him know she's gone," I tell Jasper as I get back inside the room.
"Already did that," he says.
Rosalie jumps off the chair and throws her hands in the air. "I'm so ready to hit the club, you guys! Are we ready?"
Half an hour later, I'm sitting on a bar stool in Eclipse, holding a Corona the bartender just handed over to me. Edward is standing a few feet away, nodding his head at something Emmett is saying, but his eyes are fixed on my hands, watching me try to push an oversized lime slice into the bottle.
The damn thing finally slips in, and I lick the remains of lime juice off my fingers. I bring the bottle to my mouth and take a sip, watching Edward's eyes follow my every move. I fidget in my chair, feeling the heat spreading through me as Emmett leaves, and Edward strolls over to me with a small smirk on his face.
"Hi," I say, licking my lips.
"Hi."
Edward stands close to me, leaning into my chair. He takes a sip of his beer and places the bottle on the counter in front of me.
"Your friends are high as a kite," he says.
I glance at Alice and Rose. They're on the other end of the bar counter, acting obnoxious. "Yep, I guess they're pretty high."
"They're completely doped up. What about you?" he asks.
"I'm good. Just a little tipsy. You?"
His hand brushes the inside of my bare thigh. He licks his lips and brings his face closer to me. "I just want to fuck you."
Oh.
He gives me a small smirk and reaches for my arm slowly, casually. He tugs on it lightly, spins me around on the stool, and stands behind my back.
"Why do you always turn me on?" he asks into my ear.
I suck in a startled breath, feeling him grind himself into my back.
"Tell me."
Jesus. What should I say? I don't know why, but I'm wet for you too, and I also think I love you, and please fuck me now?
"You always turn me on too. I think we have good chemistry," I say, trying to control my breathing.
Don't think just let it flow
Don't think just let it flow
The Chemical Brothers are blowing out of the speakers, their music making me even hornier.
Edward's lips move from my ear down to my neck, kissing, sucking softly and then harder. His hand travels up my thigh, sneaking under my fluffy red miniskirt.
"You're so hot," he says, his fingers caressing my pussy through my lacy red panties. "And wet."
I squirm a little. "People will see," I say breathlessly.
Edward spins me back towards him and stands between my legs, his hand moving back under my skirt.
I grab his arm.
"Shhh, let me." His fingers are already under my panties, stroking my wet folds. "Just let me touch you. No one will see."
I glance down. Half of his lower arm is covered by my skirt, but it's not like it's hard to tell what he's doing. The space around us is crowded, and everyone is immersed in their own fun, but if someone looks our way, they'll know exactly what's happening, and I'm not drunk or stoned enough to not care.
Edward kisses me, his fingers moving up and down my wet slit. The tip of his tongue touches mine, and he slides one finger inside me. He pushes as deep as it goes, and then pulls out slowly. I gasp into his mouth. His finger works me at a steady pace before he adds another one. I'm clutching onto his shoulders, trying hard to keep my hips still as his fingers wiggle around, pressing hard, touching everywhere inside me.
I cannot keep it down any more. I moan loudly into his mouth and jerk my hips.
"Christ," he rasps, pulling his fingers out. "Let's get out of here." He takes my hand is his and leads me out of the club.
We get into the back seat of his car.
He kisses me eagerly, frantically, making me straddle him. I move away to unbutton his pants. He lowers them down together with his boxers before quickly digging his hand under my skirt. He moves my panties to the side.
"Sit on my cock," he says hoarsely.
Oh God. I lower myself onto him, my breath stuck somewhere in my lungs. His hands are inside my bra, his fingers playing with my nipples.
"Fuck me," he whispers.
I move up and down slowly, not taking my eyes off his.
"Fuck yes. Like that," he breathes out.
I lower myself onto him fully, taking him deep inside and rotate my hips. Edward lowers his hands down and grabs my butt-cheeks. "Like this, baby," he rasps out, guiding me back and forth in a sharp, jerky motion.
I can't believe he just called me baby. I want to cry. I press my whole body against him harder, clutching onto the back his neck.
He slaps my ass lightly and lifts me up, leaving just the head of his cock inside me. He keeps me steady above him and thrusts his cock into me hard and fast repeatedly, making me come in less than a minute. I'm still not done riding it out when he lifts me off him completely, pushes me on my back, and spreads my legs, burying himself back inside me. My legs are pushed all the way up, my knees touching my shoulders as he takes me rough and fast.
Edward props himself up higher. "Fuck. I can't get deep enough. What the fuck are you doing to me, huh?"
He fucks and grinds. He clenches his teeth and curses. He pulls on my hair and kisses me deeply. He sucks on my nipples and moans and growls, making me come again and again. I don't want him to ever stop.
We're back inside the club, sitting in a booth with the rest of the gang. Edward sits with us for a while before he joins James at the bar counter.
Kate is here and I'm glad she is. I really want to talk to her.
"Are you all right?" I ask.
"I'm good," she says. She doesn't look good. She looks absent.
"You want to talk?" I ask.
"Why? So you can tell me how I need to stay away from shit I can't handle? I've heard that already, thanks."
"No, I didn't mean that. It's just… You look kind of unhappy. I just thought you might want to talk."
Kate shrugs. "We all have problems, don't we? Fuck the problems, Bella! Fuck talking about it! What I like about hanging with you guys is that we don't talk about it. We have fun. That's what we do."
She's right. That's what we do. We get away from shit in life because it feels so much better to just lose yourself to something, or someone, and forget about life.
We decide to head out for a smoke. Before we exit the club, I glance around the bar, trying to catch sight of Edward. I don't see him.
"At least no one gives me crap about smoking weed," Kate says, as we walk toward the alley where we usually smoke.
"Shhhh," I say, lifting my hand, signaling for her to stop. We're one corner away from the alley, and I hear voices.
"I just want to know what the hell you're doing. I thought you were working on your issues. That's what you told her, right?"
"That's none of your goddamn business," Edward says.
"She's my sister. That makes it my business. You could have at least been honest with her."
Edward snorts. "Is that why you wanted to fuck me last week? Because you care about her?"
Who is he talking to? I don't recognize her voice.
The girl huffs annoyingly. "I was drunk. Besides, it would've been just a one-time thing. What you're doing with this girl is more than that. I'm not fucking blind. I saw you leave my birthday party with her. Would you have done that if Irina was at home, huh?"
"Look, I'm really not in the mood for this shit. So just get off my dick and mind your own goddamn business," Edward says.
I stay frozen in my place as he rounds the corner and comes face to face with me. He narrows his eyes, scanning my expression carefully.
Tanya marches by, glaring at us. Tanya? I didn't even know she had a sister.
Kate stands there with a blunt between her fingers and her mouth open. "Hey, you want to smoke with us?" she asks Edward.
"Yeah," he says, not taking his eyes off me. "Are you all right? Is there a problem?" he asks me.
I shake my head quickly. "Why do you ask?"
"You look kind of stunned," he says.
I really want to ask him what that conversation was about, but I can't. I have no right to question him. It's none of my business —as much as I'd like it to be.
So I shrug and force a smile. "I don't know what you're talking about. Why would I be stunned?"
Edward chuckles and shakes his head, taking a step toward me. He sighs as Kate passes him the joint.
"Want a shotgun?" he asks me.
Huh?
Before I can answer, he pulls me into him and blows into my mouth. I cough a little, and he lets go of me, laughing.
"You're a puzzle," he says and runs his hand through my hair playfully, messing it up. "I don't fucking know what to make of you anymore."
I feel you
Your heart it sings
I feel you
The joy it brings
Where heaven waits
Those golden gates
And back again
You take me to
And lead me through oblivion
"I Feel You" - Depeche Mode
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