A/N: You guys make me so happy! I can't believe how many hits I've had for this story. I honestly feel honored that anybody even reads it, let alone those of you that make me smile and laugh with your reviews!
As always, my many continued thanks to Cyd - i love you, so much, its ridiculous. Thanks for inspiring the butter :) Anybody that HASN'T read Work Hard, Break Easy must be living under a rock - check it out if you haven't yet, you'll laugh and cry and get angry! GREAT story.
Go read Eternally Addicted's story "The Game that Changed it All" - freaking fantastic!
Ladies, I know I disappointed with that last chapter. Don't worry - I brought Sexward back in all his freaking glory :)
The past few days had been a whirlwind of activity. Alice was taking my request very seriously, it appeared. We had started at the salon, a nightmarish day of haircuts, waxing, and nail polish application. Then, she proceeded to drag me into every possible lingerie store in search of the perfect "unmentionables". Her word, not mine.
After that humbling experience, we headed to the mall in search of the perfect outfit. What seemed like two thousand articles of clothing later, we decided on a subtly sexy dress and heels. I still laugh at the mental image of me cooking in heels. That could easily turn into a disaster, knowing my penchant for falling over flat surfaces. Throw in a lit gas range and we had the perfect recipe for a trip to the hospital.
I was standing in front of the range now, in aforementioned dress, minus the shoes, stirring the marinara sauce for tonight's meal. I had stuck to what I knew best, planning a dinner of chicken parmesan with garlic bread, nothing too complicated.
I heard a loud knocking on my door, causing my heart rate to double as I realized he was early. I frantically searched for my shoes, narrowly missing the edge of the counter as I careened toward the living room. I slipped them on, smoothed my dress and went to the door. I paused before opening it, taking a deep, calming breath. I turned the handle and pulled it open, putting on my best sultry smile.
"Bella? What the fuck? Why haven't you returned my calls this time?" Jake blew through the open door, causing it to hit my hip bone painfully. I yelped a little, jumping back a second too late. I rubbed the spot gingerly, hoping in vain it wouldn't leave a mark.
"Uhh, Jake, hi. Now isn't the best time..." I trailed off, blushing as I looked at my apartment, the table perfectly set, candles burning on every flat surface. He was going to know what was going on without me saying a word. I knew how jealous Jake could be, and I didn't want to have to deal with it right now, not with my nerves already on edge.
"Having company, are we? Who's the sorry fucker you sucked in this time, Bells?" he sneered. His huge frame was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. I was in for it now.
"Jake, I'm really not going to talk about this with you. I think you should go." I tried to sound brave, but my voice was barely more than a squeak.
He stalked towards me, grabbing my arms as he towered over me. "I'll leave now, Bells, but we're going to have our little talk soon. You have your fun tonight, but I'll be waiting for you. Don't ever forget that. You're mine." He pushed me back into the wall, leaning town to press a searing hot kiss on my lips. I felt the bile rising in my throat.
I went completely still. The best tactic with Jake was to surrender completely. I didn't kiss him back, but I didn't fight him off, either. That would only excite him further. I felt his hands on my hips, dragging down my thighs. He ground his hips into my stomach, pushing his erection against me. I couldn't help the shudder of disgust that ripped through my body.
He must have misinterpreted that shudder for desire, because he groaned and pressed even harder against me. I kept still.
It dawned on him then that I wasn't participating. He pulled back to stare into my wide eyes, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it in place.
"Don't forget who you belong to, Bells." With that, he turned on his heel and strode out the door.
The tears came freely then, flowing in a black stream down my cheeks, ruining the makeup I had spent an hour perfecting. I slumped down the wall into a ball on the floor, wrapping my arms around my legs. My sobs shook my whole body.
Jake had never been physically violent with me, but he had no qualms about verbally beating me down. It had taken me weeks to build up the courage to leave him, and I was just barely starting to recover from that. It was the main reason I had gone to Vegas in the first place. I needed space to reinforce my decision.
"Bella? Are you here? Some asshole ran into me in the lobby, he was in a hell of a hurry to get out of here. Bella? Bella!" I felt his arms go around me, saw his eyes widen in concern when he took in my dishevelled appearance.
"What happened to you? Did someone hurt you?" His big hands smoothed the hair from my face before wiping my tears away. He sat on the floor next to me and pulled me into his lap, soothing me by rubbing circles on my back.
I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his neck, my head on his chest. The sobs were subsiding, replaced by small hiccupping sounds. When I finally felt able to speak, I took a deep breath.
"You weren't supposed to see me like this!" I huffed. "That was my douche of an exboyfriend, Jake. I'm pretty sure he's who you ran into in the lobby. He gets very... posessive. He surprised me here, saw that I was expecting someone and kind of went off on me. I'm sorry, Edward, I wish you hadn't seen this." I couldn't raise my head, couldn't look him in his eyes. I was sure he would realize I wasn't worth the effort and go screaming from my apartment, never to be seen again.
I felt his cool fingers under my chin, tilting my head up so he could gaze into my eyes. I lost myself in his green stare, feeling my heart rate pick up again.
"Bella. Do not apologize to me for this. None of it is your fault. Are you OK?" His soft voice and concern nearly had me in tears again. My chest felt ready to burst, an alien feeling bubbling up inside me. Throwing reason to the wind, I reacted without thinking.
I pressed my lips to his, turning my body to face his. I wrapped one arm around his waist and threaded the other hand through his hair, pulling his face to mine. My legs went around his hips, pressing my core against his lower stomach. His mouth parted in surprise, and I hungrily licked into it, groaning at the taste of him.
Shaking off the surprise, Edward wrapped his arms tightly around me, pressing his hard chest to mine. His tongue took over, roughly massaging mine before nipping it with his teeth. I moaned again, biting lightly on his lower lip as I ground my hips against him.
I felt him stagger to his feet, my legs still wrapped around his hips, our kiss never breaking. He walked us over to the edge of the table I had set earlier, freeing one arm to sweep the dishes and silverware to the floor. He set me on the table, using that free hand to lift my skirt before plunging two fingers deep inside me. I gasped, arching my back at the almost unbearable sensation flowing through me.
Edward left his assault on my mouth to trail hot, wet kisses down my neck, grazing my collarbone with his teeth, never ceasing his pumping fingers as he brought me closer to my climax. He rasied his head to look me in the eye before he spoke.
"Not yet, Bella. Hold on for me."
I saw him kneel to the ground before me, felt his tongue lapping roughly at my inner thigh. I curled my fingers around the edge of the table, anticipating his next move. He moved my legs so each was positioned over his shoulder, his hands running up from my ankle to knead the muscles in my calves. I waited, anxious to feel his tongue on my most sensitive spot.
Instead, I felt it licking slowly at the spot just where my thigh ended. He slowly moved in, lapping delicately at my folds, never touching my clit. He worked his way from one side to the other, so slow I thought I might die if he held off any longer. Suddenly, I couldn't feel his tongue on me anymore.
I raised my head in confusion, only to feel his hot breath blowing across my clit. The sensation caused me to throw my head back and moan loudly. Finally, so softly I wasn't sure it was truly happening, I felt his tongue touch my clit. The light strokes only caused me to want more. I bucked my hips towards him and heard a soft laugh escape his lips.
"Bella, I asked you to hold on. Let me finish." How I wish he would!
His hot tongue quickly licked up my slit, pushing through the folds. I gasped aloud, the relief so strong I could practically taste it. I felt him close his lips over my clit, massaging around it while his tongue swirled quickly. I saw stars.
My orgasm hit without delay. I had barely begun feeling the familiar tightening in my abdomen before I felt myself clamp down hard, and his fingers returned inside of me, pumping in rhythm with the waves of pleasure. I rode out the ecstacy, breathing hard as his name tumbled from my lips.
"Edward."
He rose to his feet, his erection straining against his zipper. I reached for him, pulling him to me by his belt loops. He leaned down to kiss me, quickly pulling away. I wound my hand in his hair, bringing his face back to mine.
I had never kissed a man after he had gone down on me before; it had always seemed somewhat nasty. With Edward, I was a different woman. I took his top lip between my own, sucking off the juices I had left there. He opened his mouth and I explored his tongue with mine. The taste of myself mingled with his left me breathless.
I quickly had his pants undone and pushed them to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. I crawled down from the table, intending to take him into my mouth. Edward had other ideas.
"I want to see you bent over this table. I want to look at your beautiful legs and those fucking amazing shoes while I fuck you from behind. Is that what you want, Bella?"
I nodded. What else could I do?
I turned and leaned over the table, stretching my arms to wrap my fingers around the other edge. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I felt him pound into me, stretching me to my limit. He thrust in and out, our skin slapping against each other, filling me to the brim.
I felt him reach one hand around and begin softly stroking my clit, working me into a frenzy. His other hand trailed down my ass to my thigh, gripping it roughly, in stark contrast to the gentle motions he was making with my sensitive bundle.
His touch hardened, pressing firmly as he rubbed small circles around it, bringing me to the precipice of orgasm. I felt him tense behind me, and just as I fell over the edge I heard him yell my name before thrusting into me one more time. I felt his hot cum spurting into me, mixing with mine. He continued pumping me from behind, using his fingers to lengthen my orgasm. When we had both stilled, I felt him pull out from me and gently lift me from the table, turning me towards him.
He sat me in his lap once he had righted a chair, burying his fingers in my hair and holding me close.
"That wasn't why I came here tonight, Bella. I'm sorry for being such an animal." I gazed into his eyes, surprised by the remorse reflected back at me. I laughed.
"Edward, don't worry about it. I was a mess when you got here, and I attacked you! But thank you, anyway. For caring, and for... that." I felt the crimson heat spreading up my face. Had I really just thanked him for having sex with me? I felt like I should, it was that amazing.
"Shit!" I sprung up off his lap, twisting out of his grasp as I tried to run for the stove. I would have made it if it weren't for the chair leg I kicked in my haste. I tumbled to the ground, knocking into the table and causing what little there was left of my place settings to come flying to the ground beside me.
"What? Bella?" Edward gasped out. He was by my side in an instant. "What was that all about?"
"The marinara! There's chicken in the oven!" It must all be ruined by now. How was I going to lure him in with my spectacular cooking ability when I couldn't even remember I was cooking? I climbed over the chair, unsteadily getting to my feet to check on the disaster I called dinner. The chicken was black on the edges and looked like it had been left in the desert for a week, and the marinara was burnt to the pan. Wonderful.
I whirled in surprise when I heard the loud laughter behind me. Edward was doubled over, clutching his stomach, tears rolling down his cheeks. I swear he snorted.
I crossed my arms and turned away, embarassment burning across my face. He was laughing at me.
"Bella." I felt his arms snake around my waist, pulling me close to him. "We can order in or go to a restaurant. We were obviously very distracted. You can prove your skills to me another time. And... you have butter smeared all over your forehead." My mouth dropped open as I slowly raised my hand to my forehead. Yes. Definitely something... buttery up there. I burst out laughing.
I turned in his arms, threading mine around his waist as I looked up with sad eyes.
"Some wife I am." I joked. He stiffened in my arms, a blank mask taking over his face.
"About that, Bella. We should really talk about this tonight." He untangled himself from my embrace, walking to the table and sitting heavily in a chair. He leaned his arm on the table, resting his chin on his fist as he looked at me with caution clouding his beautiful eyes.
I had known, somewhere deep inside me, that he wouldn't want to remain married to me. I had tried this charade from sheer desperation, and it hadn't worked. He didn't want me.
The shrill ringing of my phone interrupted our intense stare. I reached to the counter, fumbling in my bag for my cell. I flipped it open, seeing Alice's name and knowing she wouldn't call tonight unless it was an absolute emergency.
"What, Alice?" I spat. I paid more attention when I heard the panicked sound of her voice, my mouth opening in horror.
"Where are you? Did they take him there too? I'll be right there. No, he's with me. Yes. Bye." I turned to Edward. He was staring at me in confusion.
"We have to go. Alice and Jasper have been in an accident; they're at Seattle Grace. He's been hurt pretty badly."
I watched him digest the news, his face going white as he stood and grabbed his keys. I had my purse over my shoulder and was already halfway out the door by the time he took my hand.
I looked up at him in surprise and saw the anguish burning behind his eyes. I squeezed his fingers gently, letting him know I would be with him, however much comfort that would be. We rushed down the hall together, skipping the elevator in favor of the stairs. He pushed roughly through the door, guiding me to his silver car.
"Was Alice OK?" He asked me as he threw the car in reverse before peeling out of his parking spot. I buckled my seatbelt.
"She didn't say, she just kept saying Jasper was hurt. Hurry, Edward. We need to be there."
With that, he floored it and we were on our way.
A/N again: so in RL i'm a nurse, and there is NOTHING hotter than Dr. Edward. Agree? Epic win? I can't wait to see it either! Especially since i dream about running into him on a daily basis at work ;) Reviews may spur me to update a tad faster (or a ton faster) and we all know we want the white coat and stethoscope to come out and play!
Yes, that's a bribe.
