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He did my other arm, and then made his way down my back again. His hands were dangerously low, and if they went any lower they'd be massaging my ass.
"Oh God… please lower…"
About three things happened at once.
One, Edward's hands stilled.
Two, I slapped my hands over my horrified mouth, blushing like the idiot I was.
Three, he shot me his signature smirk. He leaned next to my ear. "With pleasure."
I gasped, multiple feelings being ignited within me as he spun me around, his hands venturing lower, massaging my ass like he did my back.
Warm, rough, nimble fingered fucker.
Currently on Matchmakers-
Rage being the first of my emotions, my hand lifted without consent from my brain and slapped his face, and it almost hurt my hand.
He growled, looking angry, but the only move he made was to squeeze almost to the point of pain, glaring at me.
Something inside of my stomach coiled, and I felt the familiar feeling all over.
Something in his eyes said, 'What the fuck are you gonna do, Swan?'
Glaring at him, I moved my hands to his hair, fisting them there angrily before roughly forcing his head and manipulating his body off of the couch and onto the floor.
"Motherfucker!" he shouted, his chest shaking with anger as he glared.
I moved off of the couch to straddle his waist, leaned down to harshly take one of his lips in between mine and bite it.
Something flashed inside of his eyes, and I felt the vibration of a growl against my lips as he suddenly opened his mouth impossibly wide, forcing his tongue into my mouth.
Oh holy hell…
I grabbed onto his hair again, pulling so hard that his eyes flashed with pain and rage.
I felt myself being propelled into the air, and realized that Edward had shoved me against the coffee table, gaining good leverage to my neck and biting, knowing that I was going to have a bruise there.
"Son of a bitch," I said coldly and in pain and my hands fisted in his shirt, shoving him back against the wall, his head smashing into it harshly.
His breath came in short gasps as he shot me a look that could kill.
"Is that how you want to play, Swan?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.
He used the wall to lift himself up, and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up so hard that my wrist started to throb.
He slammed my legs open with his knee, holding me against the wall so tightly I was having trouble breathing.
He grabbed my chin so that I was powerless against him, and he shoved his mouth back against mine. I felt him bite down on my lip as I had done to him and I whimpered, trying to shove him away.
Or pull him closer, at this point I really didn't know which one.
He growled again when I tugged on his now sensitive hair, moving his mouth to my neck.
"Bitch," he growled.
"Jackass," I spat, prying him off of my bruising neck to claim his lips again.
He moved his constricting hands to the hem of my shirt, grabbing the skin underneath so hard that it was turning red.
Our lips mashed together again, his teeth scraping my tongue as he moved his hands higher, pulling at the underwire of my bra.
I bit down on his swollen lip again and he glared.
He just assumed he could touch me this way? The cocky, arrogant fucker.
Returning the violation, I reached underneath his shirt, running them over his perfect abs and pecs, feeling his chest hair through my fingers.
I tugged at the hair, making his hold on my hips tighten.
He tugged back from my lips and I felt his ragged breath at my ear again.
"I fucking knew you needed this."
I glared at him. "I don't need anything from you."
Without hesitation, he pulled me by my hair back for another heated kiss. I felt a white hot feeling surge through my body, but I pushed it back
His tongue domineeringly explored each part of my mouth. After his assault I felt him erotically start to stroke his tongue firmly against mine.
I moaned into his mouth, feeling the pressure building inside of me, but I pushed it back again, not wanting to admit to myself that I liked this.
I felt him back away from me, grabbing my sides and tossing me onto the couch, slowing crawling back on top of me. He pressed himself flush against me. I gasped, feeling my face getting hot as I felt his rather long, stone hard member rubbing against my most sensitive, warm spot.
I involuntarily spread my legs further apart for him. He grinned against my lips, something sparkling in his eye as he pressed harder.
"Edward… oh, fuck, Edward…" I moaned out enthusiastically as he pulled all the way away from me, only to slam back against me with a power that made me moan at the thought of that thrust being inside of me.
The denim was only increasing the friction, forcing me to involuntarily buck my hips towards him.
I felt his large hand trace its way up my stomach and, almost instantly, I felt my stomach coil in the exact spot he'd touched. He reached up farther.
He grinned as he watched my eyes widen, realizing where that hand was traveling.
He smirked, knowing I was powerless to stop him, and he roughly palmed my breast, his eyes burning holes in my face as he watched pleasure soon become the only emotion I was letting out.
He twisted my hard nipple between his fingers and I bit my lip, rolling my head to the side.
He roughly snatched my lip from my mouth with his other hand. "Don't hold back any sounds, baby, I want to hear 'em all."
Right after he said that, I felt his lower body pull away from mine again, only to thrust back down against me. I moaned again, expecting him to stay right where he was like last time, but he pulled back again, doing it again and again and again, torturously slow.
I felt pressure in the pit of my stomach again, and when he sank down to my mouth for another searing kiss, I found that I couldn't hold it back.
"E-Edward… I… ah, shit… I can't…" I couldn't find the words in my head to convey to him that I couldn't hold back, but he seemed to understand just fine.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his deep voice sending chills throughout my body. "Cum for me, baby," he bit down gently on my ear, one of his hands reaching down between my legs to rub at my clit as he continued to thrust against me.
"Oh… Oh, God, Ed-Edward!" I managed to scream out as I felt my eyes roll back into my head a little.
Once I felt myself start to calm down, I looked at him with wide eyes. He was still hovered over my body, a lazy smirk on his face. The post orgasmic look suited him.
"You're right, you moaning out Edward is better than moaning out Cullen," he smirked.
And then all of it just hit me. What the hell just happened?
Without a second thought, I shoved him up and slid out from underneath him, darting up the stairs towards my room.
"Where the fuck are you going?" he asked.
I set my jaw, refusing to look at him. "You got what you wanted. So did I. What else do you want?" I asked harshly.
I saw him blink out of my peripheral vision.
"I… uh, guess…"
"Exactly," I said. "So you guess nothing."
I walked the rest of the way upstairs, feeling slightly humiliated. Yes, my hot pocket was satisfied, but that's what it was.
And it wouldn't be anything else.
He knocked on my door. "Swan? We still need to talk."
I got off of the bed, opening the door. "What is there to talk about, Cullen."
He shrugged. "We haven't talked about our next victims yet," he said and my mouth dropped open.
Is that it? He'd just pretend like nothing happened. Well you know the fuck what?
That's a two player game.
"Sure," I said rashly. "Why not James and Victoria. Victoria works at the bowling alley after school, tomorrow's Monday so find an excuse to bring James over there."
He winced. "I can't. I'm busy on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from three to four."
I raised an eyebrow. "Okay… then make it a dinner thing, I don't care."
He was about to speak, but I felt myself going over the edge. I curled my fingers around my bedroom door handle and shut the door.
Once I heard him leave the house, I sat on my bed, looking up at the ceiling.
Friends with benefits… was that what we were now?
Was I complaining? To have nothing change… but still get the release I'd so desperately craved for since freshman year?
Or would this just be a one time thing?
I couldn't really say. Honestly, I'd only talked in depth with Edward a few times. Judging on what I knew about his personality, and his past sex rendezvous', he wasn't the stick with one girl type of guy. But being friends with benefits didn't mean he was sticking with me. But was he messing around with other girls?
Lauren? Even though she was with Mike, was he getting some on the side?
He most likely was… and as much as I wanted to continue what we had here, I knew we couldn't. Edward's maturity level was too low for that and I'd get hurt…
No more. A one time thing.
I tried to distract myself by talking to Matt, who was currently trying to get me into his bed, so that wasn't helping either, but at least he was entertaining.
BEBE
I spent the rest of my day wishing I had a distraction. I wished I had Nathaniel and Beverly here so that I could forget about Edward.
It didn't matter that he had made me orgasm with my clothes on and he was probably un-fucking-believable without the barriers…
No, it didn't matter, because I won't be the only one he does it to. I'm not like that.
Geez, Bella. You want this since freshman year and now you're being picky?
I ignored what my brain was trying to tell me and sighed, looking at the clock. It was three o'clock.
What sucked even more was that Edward and his mom were with the kids, so I'd have to go through talking to him again today whenever he decided to drop them off.
As if my mind had predicted the future, I heard a car engine outside of the house. I knew it wasn't Charlie because he was working a double again today.
When I heard a knock on the door I chewed on my lip, going over to open it.
I took a deep breath.
No more. One time thing.
I swung the door open to see Edward and the kids.
Nathaniel and Bev smiled at me, giving me a hug before sprinting for the play room to play their new video game.
I mentally cursed them out for leaving me alone with Mr. Almost Fuck 'em and Leave over here.
I was currently looking at the floor, determined to look at him with an unwavering glare.
I looked up, but was immediately assaulted by his intense green eyes. He was waiting for me to say something. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and I moaned aloud.
His eyebrow shot up, and then I couldn't help it… he was right there… so close.
I stood up as high as I could on my tip toes and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close to kiss me.
He was shocked at first, blinking, but then he melted into it, his eyes fluttering shut as he moved his lips against mine.
He relieved me from standing on my toes by winding his arms around me and lifting me up, pressing me against the door. I sighed into his mouth, allowing my fingers to curl into the bottom of his hair, all of my prior self conversations rendered useless.
Unlike our kiss this morning, this kiss wasn't as angry… it was raw, passionate.
I felt his tongue pry its way through my lips, curling over mine. I moaned again.
"Edward…" I said against his lips.
He grinned slightly, playfully licking at my lip.
All too soon, his lips were gone, and I looked at the empty air in front of me, confused.
"Not so high and mighty, now, are you, Swan?" I felt his breath on my ear.
I heard his footsteps walking, and my eyes snapped to him. He flipped his car keys over in his hand, getting in the car after winking at me.
I stared at him, outraged. Had he just gotten me excited just to leave?
Asshole.
BEBE
"Oh, Bella! I have the greatest, most fabulous idea in the entire world! You're going to love me forever! And Rose too!"
My peppy best friends bounced in their seats.
"You know what, Al? I think your optimism is bringing down my pessimism, and I don't like it." I playfully glared at her.
She rolled her eyes. "We all need to get together and have a sleep over at your house on Friday!"
I was having the migraine of the century over here, on a Monday morning no less, and I just wanted her to stop talking.
"Okay, sure. Yes. Friday. Now calm down." I groaned, leaning my head against my car door.
We all heard the bell for first period and we all frowned, groaning in defeat. Of course, they didn't have to sit next to their… whatever he was… in first period. Now I know I lost my cool yesterday, but not today. Who's in charge?
Me.
With my new confidence, I forced my feet to walk to first period, almost everyone already there.
Edward was smirking at me, most likely still thinking he had the upper hand. Not this time.
I angrily pulled my chair back, hearing it screech against the class floor. Edward looked up at me, confused at my apparent anger. I glared at him with ice in my eyes.
I slunk down on my seat, and the teacher came in only moments later.
"What the fuck is your problem today, Swan?" he asked in a whisper.
I gritted my teeth together, well what did he want me to say? It wasn't like I could just go out and say that I wanted him but I didn't. That shit's confusing.
"Nothing," I said with a huff.
I tried to focus on Mr. Banner and his presentation but, of course, he had a video for us to watch today… just when I was counting on his lecture… whenever he made us watch videos, it meant that he had papers to grade and not to bother him, we could all be talking a mile a minute and he wouldn't even take the time to glance up and tell us to stop.
I saw the lights in the room go off, and a quiet murmur sounded in the room, barely noticeable to someone who wasn't paying attention.
I felt a hand on my thigh, teasingly moving up and down. I glared at it and wanted it higher at the same time. I watched as his long, piano fingers curled over my inner thigh, rubbing in slight circles. I gulped, involuntarily spreading my legs open the tiniest bit.
I felt his chair scrape closer to mine, the fucker taking my movements as an invitation. So maybe it was an invitation, but he was cocky enough to assume that it was okay. So maybe it was okay…
But the son of a bitch knew it and it made me angry.
He smirked, pretending to be watching the video.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking innocent as he massaged my inner thigh. I gulped, nervously looking around the room, only to see that everyone was immersed in their own business.
I glared at him again, but not committing. His hand rubbed small circles, oh so close to where I wanted him… but never quite getting there.
What the hell was this? Punishment?
"Nothing," I hissed out again.
At my response, I felt his hand travel towards my knee and I nearly whimpered at the loss. I realized that the torturous hand wasn't a punishment… it was a reward for telling him what I wanted. I'd need to tell him to get what I wanted.
He quirked an eyebrow at me, throwing the ball in my court.
There were two options here. One, I could bat his hand away and pretend like I'd never wanted him in the first place. Any logically thinking person would have to go with this option. It kept things the same, and there wasn't any danger.
But then there was option two… it was the more satisfying of the two… it guaranteed excitement. I could go with this and see where it went. The thing with option two was that it inevitably hurt you in the end.
The more logical side of me was leaning towards option one, but just when I was going to bat his hand away, an inexplicable and powerful pull towards option two overwhelmed my senses, sending me into overdrive.
I took the more gratifying of the two and looked him straight in the eye, for once telling him exactly what was wrong.
"Yesterday at my door. You left me…" My voice broke off when I was rewarded for my honesty with his hand moving closer and closer to my promised land. "High and dry, and with two kids," I said, gulping.
He smirked, looking at my obvious arousal with pleasure.
And then his hand was gone. I blinked rapidly.
"What, no…" I said.
I looked over and saw that Edward was leaning over to pick up his leather jacket. He wasted no time in draping it over my lap, and almost immediately sneaking his hand underneath and placing it back on my upper thigh.
He smiled, pretending to be fully interested in the video playing.
"And what would you like me to do, Isabella?" he asked quietly, still stroking my thigh.
Now this was something I'd never be afraid to say or write in one of my stories, but saying out loud felt different.
"I-I want you to touch me…" I said boldly and quietly, desperately seeking more of his delicious rewards.
I felt his hand ghost over the apex of my thighs, and then cup me fully, making my body betray me. I felt myself slump down in my seat while my whore legs widened for him, my eyes rolling into the back of my head a little.
"Edward…" I moaned.
His hand snatched away and I really did whimper this time. He looked smug, shrugging.
"You can't be loud if we do this," he said. His voice was taunting and, even though I wanted to slap him, I could tell that the complete power he had over me showed all over my face, and he was basking in it.
I nodded, making sure to shut my lips, hating him for what he was doing, but loving him for it at the same time.
His hand made its way back to my sex, cupping me again, now stroking me methodically. My mouth fell open a little. He put pressure in all the right places, lightly probing his finger where he knew my man hole would be, forcing the lace of my panties to rub against me. My teeth dug into my lip, feeling the back of his palm dig into my clit. My breath started to come in pants while my heart began to beat erratically.
With only his right hand, he deftly unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, sliding his hand inside and licking his lips as he felt my wet heat surround him.
I bit down on my lip harshly to keep from moaning when he pinched my clit, gently tugging it and then rubbing his palm against it.
He watched me as I started to shake, fisting my hands underneath the table. I felt two of his fingers slip inside of me, gently rubbing at my walls.
I knew it was pathetic… but it was the setting, the way he was looking at me while he touched me like this… I couldn't help it. I came apart within a few minutes of him touching me. I had the slightest of modesty to blush a little while I felt the warm liquid coat my panties and my jeans. I internally winced at the thought of having to wear these all day.
Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he extracted his hand from my now satisfied man pocket, moving them to his mouth to lightly suck my juices off of him. I watched as he licked most of it off, my jaw slacked.
The satisfaction on my face must have been completely obvious, because I swear I could see his ego inflate.
I couldn't even bring myself to care. I reached underneath his jacket to button and zip my jeans back, shifting uncomfortably at the liquid there.
I handed Edward his jacket, and as if on cue, the lights went on and the teacher lazily dismissed us, not seeing our little performance.
BEBE
"Wow… someone looks happy… did someone take one too many pills this morning?" Alice teased. On a normal occasion, I would've just not so politely told her to shut it. But I just nodded, a content smile on my face as I sat down at our lunch table.
Alice giggled and she and Rosalie shared a look. "So we can all still have the sleep over at your house Friday?" she asked.
Ah, shit, I'd forgotten about that. "Uh, sure… I think my dad's working another double, so maybe Edward can watch Bev and Nate while we have our girl time," I said.
Rosalie shot me a look. "You're getting awfully chummy with him, aren't you?" she asked.
I sighed. "I don't know what you're talking about. Just drop it," I said.
She looked uneasy before nodding.
"Well then, if you're so… single, then why don't you let me set you up," she smiled. "I know a guy who goes to the celibacy club with me."
My eyes widened in horror. The celibacy club? Poor guy, he was bound to be cheated on one day…
"Uh…" I said eloquently in response.
She rolled her eyes. "It'll be fun, right, Alice?" she turned to Alice and she nodded. I glared at the two.
I couldn't do that… I just… no.
"I don't think so, guys…" I said. "I'm so busy with Nate and Bev that I don't have time to date right now."
It was a lame excuse, but hopefully one they would believe.
Alice sighed, but Rose persisted.
"No. If you have time to have a sleep over with us on Friday, then you can go to the celibacy club tonight with me and your celibate date, Collin," she said with finality before getting up and walking towards Emmett's table.
She boldly sat down in his lap, earning cat calls from the rest of the guys at that table as she kissed him.
Rosalie had taken up the club to make Emmett want her more. Everyone and their mother knew that Rose wasn't a virgin.
Alice rolled her eyes. "Besides, Bells, I know a celibate isn't the adjective you want to use to describe a date, but who knows? Maybe you'll surprise yourself with how fun tonight will be?" she said.
I sighed. She was always 'the cup was half full' kind of girl, I instantly felt bad that I didn't have the perfect candidate for a boyfriend for her. She was so… perfect, that she outshined any guy within a few states of here.
I pursed my lips, feeling new inspiration. I'd find her the perfect man.
BEBE
"Auntie Bella, Auntie Bella!" they screamed in my ear.
I grimaced, but put on a smile for them anyways. "What is it, monkeys?" I asked.
They laughed at the name. "Can we go to the library?" they asked.
My eyes brightened. I was happy that the kids were taking an interest in books. They didn't need to say anything else.
"Come on, then," I said enthusiastically.
Taking them to the library turned out to be the distraction from the bound to be awkward celibacy date tonight. I took them there around 2:50, a time that they were adamant that they needed to be there by. I got home at around three, and groaned.
I needed to go meet my celibate date, Collin, tonight with the rest of his fellow celibates at six.
I went to pick up the kids at 4:05, when they insisted on being picked up, which surprised me. They each had a stack of books in their arms, which made me happy.
I cooked Charlie his dinner, and sulked because I knew that he wasn't working a double, but I wouldn't get to spend the much desired time with him.
I hadn't been able to see him much, whether it was me being tired or him working a double, we barely ever saw each other. It really put a damper on my day sometimes.
I went upstairs and huffed, looking at my closet. What did one wear to a celibacy meeting?
I decided on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. It seemed simple enough. I went downstairs and saw Charlie there. He smiled when he saw me.
I hugged him tightly. "Hey, dad."
He rubbed my back and I felt comforted. "Hey, Bells. Where are you off to?" he asked when he saw me about to leave.
I chuckled, grabbing my jacket. "Celibacy club."
His eyes widened in delight. "Oh, well that sounds fun!" he said, waving me off as I drove away.
I smiled at him, wishing I could be spending time with him instead of Collin and the celibates.
I drove to where it was, a gym in some school, and quirked an eyebrow. I walked inside and saw about twenty other people sitting in a circular formation of chairs. In one of the chairs I saw someone familiar… what was his name? Jasper Whitlock? Yeah, I think he was in my photography class… he seemed like a nice enough guy. In my mind, I wondered who would be good with him.
I saw Rosalie wave at me and smirk, pointing over to a kid who had too much hair gel and dorky glasses.
I gave her a soft glare before walking up to him. "Uh… Connor?" I asked.
He frowned. "Collin. And you must be Bella. Boy, Rosalie was right, you are really pretty," He hummed in satisfaction.
I felt creeped out. "Uh… thanks…"
Suddenly, Rosalie stood up. "Ladies and gentlemen," we all sat down, "I welcome you to the celibacy club. Meet our newest member, Bella Swan," she waved her arm towards me and I blushed. I expected them to say 'Hi, Bella' like they did in those movies with the AA scenes, but they all just smiled.
"So, Bella, why did you want to commit to being a celibate?" Collin asked once we were free to talk.
My eyes widened in horror. Being here meant you had to be a celibate? What the hell? I felt bad, thinking about the guy who had his hand down my pants this afternoon.
I lied. "I, uh… was inspired by Rose's determination?" I said more like a question.
He grinned at me. "Well, Bella, I think we could be going somewhere. How do you feel about long term relationships?" he asked.
With you?
Like committing suicide.
"Well… in all honesty, I-"
He cut me off. "How would you feel about coming with me to a group discussion at my school tomorrow?" he asked.
Same answer, Dudley.
I pulled out my phone for a moment, shooting Edward a text.
SOS.
I looked back at him. "Well… that definitely sounds… interesting?" I said.
He grinned, taking my backhanded compliment the wrong way.
Where r u?
He replied, and I let out a breath of relief.
The gym of Kennedy high. Save. Me.
"So what do you like to do in your spare time?" he asked.
I groaned, maybe give you a personality?
"I like reading…" I suggested.
What are the magic words? *grins evilly*
He cocked his head to the side and asked. "What do you like to read?"
Fuck, Cullen. Please? Please with a big, giant orgasm on top?
I pretended to answer seriously. "Oh… mostly how-to books, like how-to discourage guys…" I said, hoping he'd get the hint.
He nodded seriously. "Yes. Sometimes guys don't know when to stop. I'm glad you know how to protect yourself from that," he said. My mouth nearly dropped open. Did he really not understand what I was trying to tell him?
: ) and is this orgasm included in saving u?
Of course he'd listen to that part.
Sure. Y not. HELP. NOW. PLZ.
I went back to talking with Collin McStupid over here, glancing over at the doors, hoping Edward would appear. About five minutes later, I saw the doors open and he came in.
He looked sexy as ever, wearing sunglasses that had the backs hidden by his tousled hair, his leather jacket, those chucks, and dark jeans.
He looked like the sexiest wet dream I've ever had. And at that moment I knew why these kinds of guys joined the celibacy club. They'd never gotten lucky and they used this as an excuse.
Guys like Edward didn't have to join because they were sex gods.
The logic was simple.
Edward took off his sunglasses, looking around the room and observing it. His eyes locked on a banner that said 'Welcome, Celibacy Club Members!' on it and he grinned in amusement.
Finally he looked at me. He bent over laughing, holding his midsection at my predicament.
All the guys looked at him and glared in envy. All the girls looked at him and regretted meeting him at a celibacy club.
He walked up to me, putting his hand possessively around my waist before lifting me up.
Collin glared at him. "What are you doing? I was talking to her," he said.
Edward smirked. "To my girlfriend? Really? Let's face it, Louis Skolnick, she's out of your league by a century and a half, so get your revenge of the nerds somewhere else."
He smirked, looking him straight in the eye. "Besides, she doesn't have a right to be in this club."
Collin looked at him, open mouthed, as Edward dragged me out. I looked back and saw that Rosalie was busy with someone else so she didn't see us.
He started laughing when we got outside. "The celibacy club?" he said between laughs. "Do you really think that's your crowd? Especially after this afternoon?" He rolled his eyes.
I glared at him. "Rose wanted to set me up with him…" I finished pathetically.
He rolled his eyes again. "Does she hate you or something? He isn't your type."
I narrowed my eyes. "And you think you know what my type is?" I challenged.
He smirked, leaning towards me. "Of course I do. You basically drool whenever you see me. I'm your type," he said with an arrogant finality.
"That isn't true, you bastard. I don't like you at all. Or any part of you."
He chuckled, holding up his hand. "Really? Because I seem to remember you being awfully thankful for these fingers," I blushed as he wiggled them in my face.
"So, now that we've cleared the fact that I'm right, how about that orgasm?" he asked innocently.
Of course, if I was writing this, I'd sink to my knees right now, but this was real life.
"First off, I was joking about that. Second, you weren't right. I don't like you at all," I said indignantly, crossing my arms.
I saw him start to lean down, his lips about a half an inch from mine.
"If that's true, Isabella, then tell me to stop. Push me away. Tell me you don't want me." I felt his hot breath caress my lips.
His lips curled up slightly when I didn't- couldn't- respond.
With the slightest of pressure, he pressed his lips to mine, getting more forceful as the seconds passed.
His beautiful fingers massaged the back of my neck as he snuck his tongue into my mouth, moving it against mine suggestively.
Edward was a mean, no good kind of guy, but damn if he wasn't good at this.
He pressed me against the door of his car. He suddenly broke away enough to speak, looking me in the eye.
"Tell me you don't want me. You can't, can you?" he asked.
I wanted to tell him I didn't. But I'd be lying to the both of us.
Suddenly, his phone rang. He sighed, roughly digging in his pocket for his phone.
"Yeah, dad. I'll be home soon," he answered. He looked to me, a calculating look on his face.
"Bye."
Suddenly I felt myself being pulled into his passenger's seat.
"What the hell?" I asked him.
He didn't answer as he sped off. "Hello… yeah, I'm still here? Are you taking me home?"
"No," he answered to my last question with a smile.
I huffed, knowing I wouldn't get any answers out of him. He drove relatively fast. How could he just think that he could stuff me in his car and take me somewhere I don't know?
He did just save you from Mr. Celibacy…
Whatever.
He ended up taking me to his house.
We walked inside, and I couldn't see his mom, but his dad was sitting at the table with some coffee in his hand.
"Hey, dad," Edward said.
He looked up to see me and Edward, and a surprising delight passed along his face.
"Hey, son… hello, Isabella," he said.
"Just Bella, please…"
I still didn't fully understand why I was here, but I had a feeling that I was about to find out.
Suddenly, Edward pulled me towards him to kiss me. It wasn't like I pulled away, but in front of his dad?
I was beginning to like the Edward that kissed me at random times. I didn't know what we were, but I knew that I liked it, even if he was only using me. While I felt his lips on mine… it felt really right, but it also made me feel really crappy.
Before I could even finish my internal debate, he pulled away.
Embarrassed, I turned to look at Edward's dad, who was currently smiling from ear to ear while looking at his son.
BEBE
Friday morning. Biology.
"Hey, Swan," I got my usual greeting in biology and frowned. Why did he have to be like that? Couldn't he just be less cryptic?
He seemed to notice my mood and rolled his eyes. "What did I do this time?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Nothing," I said. But then I remembered the last time that I said that to him, he tried to make it all better with a form of sex. He couldn't do that…
I shouldn't stand to be used like that, right? It's just… it isn't something that any normal, presentable girl would do.
Says the girl who writes porn and thinks about sex every second. That's presentable…
I sighed. "I meant that… do you remember what… happened?" I asked in a whisper.
He rolled his eyes. "No, I forgot. Babe, I'm a guy, we remember shit like that."
I guess he was right. "Yeah… I just wanted you to know that I don't want it to happen again. Ever," I said. I had to take a stand. I wouldn't be used like that. Even I had standards.
He blinked rapidly, his eyes working a mile a minute to see what he had done wrong. And he hadn't done anything wrong, it was me. I didn't stop him when I should have.
"But-"
"Mr. Cullen, Ms. Swan. No talking in my class," Banner glared at us and we both turned our attention back to the board.
I kept seeing Edward glance at my peripheral vision. I did my best to ignore him… but when he put his hand on my knee, testing me, I had to stay firm.
No matter how much I wanted that hand again, I shut my eyes. And with all the God forsaken will power I could muster up, I gripped his hand and took it off of my leg.
BEBE
"Sleep over! Sleep over! Sleep over!" Alice kept shouting at lunch and Rose and I were getting annoyed, eager to replace her loud words with the prison food the school afforded us.
"Be quiet, Al. You don't want to spend tonight in the ER, do you?" Rosalie asked.
Alice stuck her tongue out at her and I saw Emmett stroll up behind Rose and sling his arm around her.
She gave me and Alice a glance and walked out of the room with him.
Celibacy club my ass.
Alice smiled at me, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that one of the janitorial closets was getting steamy and dragged me over to our usual lunch table. "So what are we going to do tonight?" I asked.
Alice shrugged, saying something about a pillow fight and then ventured on to talk about the importance of a good lip gloss when Edward walked into the cafeteria. I felt my face burst into flames, feeling the need to kiss him, to feel his lips all over my body, his-
"Yoo hoo, Bella? Are you listening to me? I don't think you are," she said, pursing her lips.
I blinked, turning my attention from Edward back to Alice.
"Uh… yeah, of course I was listening," I defended myself.
She saw through it. "What was I saying?"
Ah… damn… "Um… something about lip gloss?" I asked.
She sighed sadly. "No one understands me."
BEBE
"What are those?" I asked, backing away from the matching silk pajamas.
Alice rolled her eyes. She was wearing a bright pink silk tank top with matching tiny shorts. Rose was wearing the same thing in yellow. She was holding out a blue pair to me.
I looked down at the pajamas I'd picked out, sweats and a sweatshirt, and then saw the insistence on Alice's face, and begrudgingly took the dark blue 'sleep wear' and put it on.
"Yay! We all match!" Alice clapped her hands together and plopped herself down on the couch. Rose fondly smacked her shoulder.
"I'll get snacks," I got up and moved to the kitchen, wishing I had my sweats back. I took as much stuff as I could carry and brought it back. Alice ate like a hungry truck driver, despite her tiny size.
They began digging in and then I joined in.
"So," Alice asked through a chocolate covered cherry, "Rose, how's it going with Emmett?" she asked.
She sighed dreamily, obviously thinking about him. "It's amazing… he's a huge idiot, but I can deal with that," she said with a smile, flipping her long, blond hair back.
I rolled my eyes. "I hope you two aren't doing anything that the celibacy club won't approve of…" I trailed off and she flipped me off.
"I'll take that as a yes, then," I said.
She huffed. "Well what about you? Don't think I didn't see Edward take you out of there," she retorted.
"What?" Alice asked, uninformed.
I stared at the two of them, exasperated. "I don't like him. I just wanted to get out of that celibacy club, Rose… I have no clue how you stand it- oh, wait! Because you aren't a celibate. That's why," I snapped.
Rose thought for a moment. "Touchy, touchy. Wouldn't you agree, Alice?" she said sarcastically.
Alice huffed. "Well, if I knew what was going on? Sorry, Bells, but you do seem a little touchy…"
I ran my hands over my face. "I'm not, okay? He isn't my type."
Rose scoffed. "He's exactly your type," she said with a definite finality.
Why did everyone keep saying that? He wasn't my type.
Alice still looked kind of confused.
Wanting to talk about something else, I grabbed a handful of marshmallows and threw them at them.
"Oh, it's on, Swan," Rosalie and Alice said evilly.
Alice grabbed a bag of chips, chucking them at my head while Rose went for the more malicious stuff, grabbing a pillow and swatting me, so hard that I fell on my side. I quickly grabbed one too, wacking her back.
She looked at me, shocked that I had the nerve, and taking advantage of my spot on the floor, straddled my stomach, effectively holding me down as she slapped my shoulder with the pillow.
I grabbed her sides, trying to tickle her to get her off of me, but to my disappointment, she didn't seem to be ticklish, only aiming to hold me down more.
I heard Alice put The Final Countdown on in the background and shout 'go' over and over next to us.
"See guys? That's why sleepovers are the Holy Grail. They wrestle and have pillow fights," I heard someone say in a hushed voice.
We all looked up and saw bushes rustle outside of my open window.
We all narrowed our eyes at each other. "Emmett, Edward and Jasper were getting together tonight," Rose whispered in Alice's and my ear, "what's say we have a little fun with them?" she asked.
"Like what?" I whispered back.
"Follow my lead," she whispered back.
She suddenly got up. "Well ladies… shall we take this over to the bed?" she asked, hiding a smile.
Alice and I opened our mouths to burst out laughing, but we each covered our mouths.
"Holy shit…" we heard someone whisper from outside.
We all rolled our eyes, who did they think they were fooling?
"Sounds great, Rose," I tried my hardest to sound like Marie Leonie, my sexual alias. "What'll it be tonight? Just the regular foreplay or role playing?" I felt myself blush at saying that, but Rose nodded her head in approval.
We heard gulping sounds from outside of the window, and I wasn't sure, but I thought I could make out Edward's slight moan. I remembered back to when we'd been… enthusiastically kissing… ahem… and thought about his moans then. I shook my head slightly to stop thinking about those thoughts.
Alice chimed in. "We did the regular foreplay last weekend… how about role playing. Bella, go get your role play lingerie… I'm in the mood for some naughty nurses… no! How about student and teacher?" she asked, my mouth dropped open, embarrassed that the guys thought that I had that sort of thing, but wait… they should be the embarrassed ones… "And next weekend we can use the corsets."
I rolled onto my back and Rosalie grinned. "Yeah, Bella and I can be the naughty students in the teacher's lounge and Alice, the teacher can walk in on us," she said.
Alice restrained another laugh. "Ooh, Bella, can you wear the mini plaid blue skirt? That one always makes me hot for you," she winced as she said this, and I covered my face in embarrassment.
Rosalie decided enough was enough, "Or we can play bust the peeping toms outside the window! Emmett, Jasper, Edward, get the fuck in here!" she said in a voice that would've intimidated Hades.
I saw three heads slowly come up to the window, all of them guilty.
"Shit, Em, I told you this was a bad idea!" I heard Jasper say.
We waved for them to come in. With wide eyes, they complied, standing in front of us like they just committed a felony and we were the police.
I looked at the girls evilly, slamming the window shut behind them.
They looked scared.
One by one, I grabbed their shirts and shoved them on my bed, all of them still looking at us, fearful.
"What should we do with them, girls?" I asked.
They grinned at the boys menacingly. I almost felt bad, but then I remembered that they should feel damn guilty.
"We didn't mean to do it… Emmett told us you invited him and he said that you wouldn't mind and-" Jasper tried to defend himself. I knew that he had probably tried to stop both Emmett and Edward from doing this. He seemed like a clean cut kind of guy that wouldn't willingly do this.
I wonder what they had on him…
"And you call yourself a member of the celibacy club…" I said to Jasper accusingly.
He looked utterly upset, like I'd just killed his puppy or something.
I rolled my eyes and looked at the girls. "I think they've learned their lesson… what should we do with them?" I asked.
"Why don't we keep them here? It could be interesting…" Alice suggested, eying Jasper.
Edward and I gave each other a knowing glance and then looked at them.
Jasper was peeking at Alice shyly.
"I have an idea," I said, sitting down on the floor, watching the guys slowly relax and sit down with us. "Edward, come with me to go get drinks," I said.
He wordlessly followed me downstairs. I looked down and saw that he had a huge boner. Nice.
He gulped, carrying some sodas. "Do you really have that kind of lingerie?" he asked finally.
I rolled my eyes. "Not that you'll ever see," I said.
He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, thinking that over. He looked like he wanted to argue a case, as if he actually believed that I had that sort of kinky lingerie.
Who knew, maybe Edward had a role playing fetish… I'd need to go take a lingerie shopping trip soon…
No. Stop. Bad Bella! Bad! No Edward.
I changed the subject. "So… Alice and Jasper seemed to hit it off…" I said, attempting to get his mind off of kinky, role playing lingerie sex…
I don't think he fell for it though, because he smirked. He didn't say anything though, just responded to my statement about Alice and Jasper.
He nodded.
"Yeah… I think we should try to get them together tonight," I agreed, taking some of the drinks and going upstairs. I felt self conscious walking in front of him, knowing he was staring at my ass in these tiny shorts from hell.
Rose proposed a game when we got upstairs.
"Why don't we play a little game?" Rose asked. "Let's play the pick-up game."
We all looked at her, confused. "What the fuck is that?" Edward asked.
Rose continued on to explain, "Everyone goes around and says a pick-up line, and if it sucks, then the other people get to choose one person to go with you into a closet for ten minutes, and this ain't no kissing game," she winked and we all rolled our eyes.
"Okay…" I said. "So who goes first?"
Emmett raised his hand, looking at Rose. We all rolled our eyes and waved our hands for him to proceed.
He turned to Rosalie. "If you had some nuts on the wall, would you call them walnuts?" he asked.
She blinked. "Yes…"
He continued. "If you had some nuts on your chest, would they be called chestnuts?" he asked.
She narrowed her eyes. "Yes…"
He continued again. "If you had nuts on your chin, would they be called chin nuts?" he asked, a smile on his face.
She nodded, getting mad at the length of his 'line'.
He shook his head. "Hell no, you'd have a dick in your mouth," he said and she swatted his chest although she was smiling.
"Emmett, you pervert," I accused, laughing.
He wore a proud smile, motioning for someone else to beat that. Edward took the challenge, turning to me. I had a slight blush on my face.
"I have this magic watch that can talk to me. Seriously, it's saying something right now," he stared at me, putting his watch to his ear. "It says that you aren't wearing any underwear… is that true?" he asked.
In all honesty, I wasn't, but he sure as hell didn't need to know that. "No, that isn't true."
He tapped the watch a couple times, looking frustrated with it.
Recognition dawned on his face. "Oh, that's the problem! My watch is an hour fast!" he said and I started laughing.
Rose even laughed a little and the other guys chuckled. Jasper took that as his cue to go next.
He looked at Alice, who was delighted at his attention.
"Are you a parking ticket?" he asked.
She smiled in anticipation.
"Because you have fine written all over you," he winked and she giggled.
Rose announced that she was going next. "I lost my phone number, can I borrow yours?" she asked and he waved the air as if he was cooling it down, whistling.
I took the next turn, looking at Edward. "If your right leg was Christmas and your left leg was Easter, could I spend some time up in between the holidays?" I asked and he chuckled, leaning into my ear.
"You can spend all fucking year up there," he said in a low, sultry voice.
The girls eyed my 'deer caught in headlights' face and exchanged a glance.
I shoved his chest. "Unfair," I said with a small glare.
Alice took the next one. "Smile, it's the second best thing you can do with your lips."
We all rolled our eyes at her, and Emmett nearly shouted out his.
"Do you work at subway? Because you just gave me a foot long," he challenged the room.
Where the hell did he even come up with these?
Edward took his challenge and looked at me. "Do you know the difference between lunch and a blow job?" he asked.
My eyebrows knit together. "No?" I said.
He smirked. "Wanna do lunch?"
I smacked his arm, not letting him see how much I wanted to tell him yes.
Jasper looked at Alice. "I haven't had sex in three years, no matter what you did, kiss me all over, wear provocative outfits, I wouldn't crack. Want to test me?" he asked.
As time went on this was getting more competitive and I went next, looking at Edward. "You're good at math, right? Is 69 a perfect square?" I asked.
He rolled his eyes, taking the next turn.
"Are you happy to see me or is that a tic tac in your pocket?" he said with a smirk.
Emmett waved the air again, saying, "Ooh, what's next?"
Alice and Jasper did a quick one and so did Rose and Emmett and then it was Edward's turn again.
"Do you wash your panties with Windex? Because I can really see myself in them."
Emmett scoffed. "Lame, bro. I say Edward gets the closet treatment… with Bella."
Never has a closet sounded so tempting… yummy! And yes… I did foreshadow to very kinky sex later…
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