Update: February 24th, 2013
Apologies for such a tardy update. I blame my amazing BetaGoddess who jumped on a plane for 14 hrs just to come visit me in Oz. We had an incredible few weeks together, but got surprisingly little work done. Going to try to get back on track with a weekly/fortnightly schedule in coming weeks.
Giant smooshings to my pre-reader, Vican, whose finely timed use of the Grumpy Cat gif made me fall off my chair laughing.
Usual disclaimers apply.
:)
Boiling Point
I stared at Charlie in the passenger seat as the car approached, and for the first time since the change, I was assaulted by a barrage of homicidal thoughts.
I wanted to hurt him. A lot.
"Dude," Emmett said beside me. "Calm down. You look like you're going to murder him."
The way I was feeling, it was possible.
It wasn't that I disliked Bella's father ... Well, that wasn't true. He'd just spent five days with her while I languished in purgatory. I hated him a significant amount.
Still, the collage of violence flashing through my mind felt extreme, even for me.
"Edward ..." There was an edge of warning in Jasper's voice.
I took a deep breath. It didn't help. Jasper placed his hand on my shoulder and hit me with a dose of empathic Valium. It took the edge off, but resentment and frustration still ran hot in my blood.
I needed her. His presence was preventing me from having her, and therefore he needed to be eliminated. In my lust-crazed mind, it was simple logic.
Thankfully, as soon as the car stopped, my entire focus was on the stunning woman inside. In a second I was beside her door, and the hinges complained as I threw it open and pulled her into my arms.
I didn't care that I moved too fast or displayed too much strength. I didn't care that I could feel the vague prickle of suspicion in her father's thoughts. I absolutely didn't care that my family was no doubt waiting for formal introductions. The only thing I cared about was Bella as she made a small noise of relief and wound her fingers through my hair. Her heart was thudding against my chest, her scent in my nostrils, her breath on my neck. All the parts of her fitting to me as if designed for that sole and perfect purpose.
She was home. Finally.
God, yes.
I exhaled, and the tension that had been steadily coiling from the moment she left, melted as I enveloped her. Having her in my arms felt like the very definition of 'right.' Soul mate. Lover. Friend. Singer. All applied to her. And yet none of them described the absolute soul-deep connection that joined us.
"I've missed you," I whispered into her neck. She took in a shaky breath and squeezed me tighter. I took that to mean she'd missed me too.
Behind us, Charlie cleared his throat. The urge to hurdle the car and rip out his throat flared.
I had to remind myself I wasn't a killer any more. Sure, I'd kill to protect Bella. And my family. But it was no longer part of my innate nature.
He cleared his throat again.
Okay, I could be convinced to kill for excessive throat clearing. That obnoxious little sound implied he wanted me to extricate myself from his daughter, and there was no way in the goddamn world that was going to happen. If he cleared his throat again, I'd remove his larynx.
"Stop it," Bella whispered as she stroked my back.
I ran my nose along her neck. "What?"
"You're growling. Not loud enough for him to hear, but still ..."
I buried my head into her neck and inhaled. Lord, her scent. My whole body blazed and ached. Fortunately, it distracted me from my need to murder her father.
"Chief Swan, I presume," my father said, filling the awkward silence. "I'm Carlisle Cullen. It's so nice to finally meet you. Bella speaks of you often."
"Yeah, you, too," Charlie said in his usual gruff manner.
"This is my wife, Esme, and my family, Rosalie and Emmett, and Alice and Jasper."
I glanced up to see my siblings smiling warmly. Charlie frowned, and the suspicion in his thoughts deepened. I couldn't blame him. Humans registered danger when in the presence of a vampire. It was instinctual self-preservation. However, when a trained investigator like Charlie was confronted with half-a-dozen ultimate predators, his danger radar must have been screaming off-the-charts. Not to mention, I was still having intermittent fantasies about removing his vocal chords.
"Bella says you're all visiting from Alaska," he said.
"Yes. Although we're considering making a permanent move south. We're a little tired of the snow."
"That'd explain why you're all so pale, I guess."
Rosalie laughed. "Yes, I can't wait to get a tan. It feels like it's been decades."
My family continued to make small talk. I tuned out. Bella was filling my senses, and I was grateful we had a few precious moments to ourselves.
"I'm sorry," Bella whispered, her cheek against my chest. "I tried to convince him not to come, but he insisted."
"Why is he here?"
"I don't know. To meet everyone? I guess I've babbled on about you all to the point where he's curious. I hope it'll just be a short visit." She lifted herself so her lips were against my ear and said, "I need you," and the way she pressed against me made me burn even more.
"I need you, too. You have no idea how much."
"Unless you've taken to hiding a steel bar in your pants, I think I do. How's your pain?"
"Gone."
She pulled back and looked up at me. "Are you serious?"
"Yes."
She slapped my arm. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise."
"Dammit, Edward, if I'd known, I would have ejected my father from a moving car and ripped your clothes off as soon as I got here. Do you have any clue how many ways I've fantasized about fucking you while I was away?"
At that point, the polite conversation a short distance away ground to a dead halt.
Emmett snorted. Alice put her hands over her face. Charlie cleared his throat again. I resisted punching him in the neck and did that horrible blushing thing that made my face burn.
"Really didn't intend everyone to hear that," Bella mumbled.
"Really wish I hadn't heard it," Charlie said, his voice like flint. Then he rubbed his eyes and turned back to my parents. "Anyway, I don't mean to impose on you folks for long. Just figured it was time for Edward and me to have a chat. Man to man."
Well, man to hybrid is more accurate, but whatever.
"Everything all right, Chief?" Carlisle asked.
"Fine," Charlie said. "Just figured it's time to get a few things straight between us. I won't keep him long. Edward? Let's take a walk."
He took a few steps back and waited for me to follow. Was he insane? Did he honestly think I was capable of leaving his daughter's side after I just got her back? Not happening.
"Edward," Esme said, "I'm sure Charlie won't keep you for long. Besides, Bella would probably like to freshen up after her long journey."
I ground my teeth. Asking me to step away from Bella was like asking me to remove an extremity. Just the thought of it made me anxious. I wasn't sure, but I think I scowled at my mother.
"Edward?" I read embarrassment in Esme's thoughts. I was being rude. It wasn't like me. It also wasn't wise in front of the Chief. Unfortunately, it seemed to be out of my control.
"No rush, Mr. Cullen," Charlie said under his breath. "I've got all day."
I was about to tell the Chief to go to hell when Bella squeezed my hand and stepped away. The absence of her immediately churned my stomach.
"You two should chat," she said quietly. "Esme's right. I'd like to shower. I'm gross."
Gross? I'd never found 'gross' so arousing in my life.
She gestured with her head for me to go with her father.
I traced my gaze down her neck to her cleavage. So beautiful. I wanted to rub my face all over that creamy skin. Leave my mark. Try out my new non-fatal teeth. Make her groan my name until she could no longer speak.
She cleared her throat. Unlike her father, she made it seem unbelievably sexy.
"Edward ..." She stepped forward and put her hand on my chest. It did nothing to distract from the haze of lust. I wanted to shred my t-shirt to connect with bare skin. I needed her touch. Craved it more each second. Had to have it. Soon.
No, not soon.
Now.
Please, God, now.
"Edward?" I could barely focus. I blinked. She touched my face. "I know how you feel," she whispered. "I feel it, too, but you have to hold it together."
Her fingers curled into my pectoral. She was telling me to go, but she didn't want it. She wanted me. Every movement confirmed it. The way she leaned in to me. Her eyes on my mouth. The slow, lust-drunk blinks.
I gripped her hips. Pulled her against me. Let her feel my desire. Watched her join me in the fog.
She closed her eyes and swallowed, and I longed to suck on her tongue.
"Please ..." she said as she pulled my hands away from her. "Go talk to Charlie. For me."
She took a deep breath and with obvious effort and headed into the house without a backward glance. I wanted to roar out my frustration and follow her. Instead, I glared at Chief Swan.
Bella wanted us to have a conversation, so we would. Didn't mean I had to be happy about it.
"Let's make this quick."
I fell into step beside him, and we walked around to the back of the house. The backyard stretched a few of hundred yards to the tree line, and we headed over to a pair of benches under a large oak.
We sat opposite each other, and Charlie stared at me with narrowed eyes.
"You look different than when I saw you last. Bigger. More muscles. Less pale."
I ground my teeth. "I've been working out. Getting some sun."
"You're eyes are different, too. They used to be a weird gold color."
"Contacts. Got sick of them. Green is my natural color."
"Uh huh." He wasn't convinced.
My patience was practically non-existent, and I rubbed my face as my need to get back to Isabella prickled across my skin. I tried to keep my tone civil. "What is it you wanted to discuss, Chief? I'm pretty sure it's not the color of my eyes."
He stared at his hands as I struggled to stay polite. This was new for me. I felt out-of-control in a way I never had before. Compulsion was taunting me. Screaming to get back to Bella as soon as possible.
I chanted 'get on with it' in my head seven times before Charlie eventually spoke.
"Listen, Edward," he said, "I need to ask you something. I've tried talking to Bella about it but ... I couldn't. I was hoping she'd tell me on her own, but she hasn't said a word all week. So I'm asking you, and I expect a straight answer." He looked at me sharply, and I hated that he still intimidated me. "Did you get my daughter pregnant?"
It took a moment to register his words. "What?"
"You heard me, Cullen, pregnant. Did you knock her up? The whole time she was away, she ate like a horse. Now, I know my daughter and food. She's not a big eater. Never has been. Suddenly she's eating four courses for every meal? I'm not stupid, son. There's only one thing that could cause that."
"Chief, she's not pregnant."
"You know that for sure?"
All my uncomfortable conversations with my father faded into insignificance. Talking about sex with my lover's father was the pinnacle of uncomfortable.
"I'm pretty sure," I said, unable to look at him. "We've been ... careful." Actually, we hadn't, but considering I'd only ejaculated inside her while a vampire, and therefore sterile, the chances she was pregnant were nil. "Maybe she's eating more because she's exercising. She told me she's been running."
"Yeah. She runs every day. From a girl who used to think exercise was a form of torture, that's weird, too."
"Well, I don't think you can blame me for her wanting to exercise." After all, it was Jacob's blood that changed her. In fact, I still had an unhealthy amount of resentment about that. His blood did what my venom couldn't. The thought that he'd always be a part of her, and me, inspired equal amounts of gratitude and jealousy.
"Chief, Bella is changing her lifestyle. It's as simple as that. Nothing to worry about. Now, is that all you wanted to discuss? Because I haven't seen your daughter for a long time, and if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to ..." being inside "... her."
"There was one more thing."
Dammit.
I waited for him to continue with obvious impatience. I didn't enjoy being borderline rude, but I seemed helpless to stop it. Right now, anything that kept me from Bella's side was unacceptable.
"Mr. Cullen, you know me well enough to understand I care about Bella more than anything. She's my only child, and one I aim to see happy. So, if you get it into your head to hurt her again, in any way, know that I will tear you limb from limb and hide your body parts where they'll never be found."
I had to respect his ferocity.
"You have nothing to worry about, Chief. Believe me."
"So you say, but let's examine the facts. You came into her life out of nowhere, and because of you she broke up with her boyfriend of two years. Then you left town for two months, and she turned into a zombie. Now you're back and she's obsessed all over again. In our time away, she never stopped talking about you. It's like she can't deal with being away from you. That's not healthy."
"We love each other."
"This isn't just love, son. This is ... weird. It's like she's addicted to you."
"As I am to her. What we have is very powerful. Surely you can understand that."
"I trust my instincts enough to know you're hiding something, and it's only going to be a matter of time before I find out what. I sure haven't forgotten that your arrival in town coincided with two murders which remain unsolved."
"Chief, you know I didn't kill those people."
"Perhaps, but it's one hell of a coincidence that they happened after you arrived. Now, Bella's an adult and I have no say in who she dates, but if I find one shred of evidence connecting you to so much as a parking ticket, I'm going to make life very difficult for you."
Considering he was currently preventing me from making loud, passionate love to my woman, I'd say he'd already started.
"Well, I have been booked for speeding, but you already knew about that."
"Don't sass me, son. I'm being serious."
I sighed. This had gone on long enough.
"Chief, I understand your concern for your daughter and your resulting dislike for me. It's a natural paternal reaction when confronted with another strong male presence."
The chief snorted, and I somehow let it pass without head-butting him.
"But let me assure you, there is nothing more important to me than Isabella's wellbeing and happiness. She's the most amazing, passionate, intelligent, witty, loving woman I've ever met, and I'm blessed to have her in my life. I worship her. Revere her. Love her more than I thought myself capable of loving anything. If you trust nothing else about me, trust that."
I looked him square in the eye, so he could feel my sincerity. "You see, even though you may not like me, you can take solace in that your daughter is loved beyond most people's comprehension of the word. I'll never give you, or her, cause to doubt that."
He stared at me for several disconcerting seconds, but I didn't flinch. I'd gone through hell to be worthy of his daughter, and there was no way he was going to intimidate me into believing I didn't deserve her. I did. More importantly, she deserved me. One day, he'd understand that.
He broke eye contact and sighed. "I'd like to think what you're saying is true, but here's the thing: forever seems like a very short time for people your age. Things change. People move on. One day you might wake up to find your so-called 'perfect love' is crumbling around you, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. There's no way in hell I'm going to watch Bella go through that."
I stared at the Chief. Bella hadn't gone into a lot of detail about what happened between her parents, but I knew enough to understand that Charlie Swan didn't want his daughter turning out like him.
On that subject, we were in perfect agreement.
"Chief, I think there are two types of people in this world: those who fall in love over and over again, and those who fall in love just once. I'm in the latter group. I think that's something you and I have in common. I'm sorry the one with whom you fell in love wasn't the same way, but believe me when I say that Bella's the one for me. I'll never want anything or anyone more than her. I'll never wake up one morning thinking I've made a mistake or feel trapped by the life we make together."
Charlie looked away. A muscle twitched in his jaw, and for the first time since meeting him, I saw vulnerability. In that moment, putting his mind at ease slightly trumped my need to get back to Bella.
"You need to understand that the way I feel for Bella isn't some kind of adolescent infatuation. I'm not a boy going through a phase. I'm a grown man who's seen and done more in his years than he ought to, and I know enough about the vagaries of life to know my feelings for Bella aren't one of them. Please believe that. I love her. Until my dying day, I will continue to love her. I know this as surely as I know the sun will rise tomorrow in the east. I hope you keep that in mind when I come to you in the near future and ask for her hand in marriage."
He snapped his head up to look at me. His face went red. Very red. I waited for him to laugh, or shoot me down, or tell me to go to hell, but he just swallowed several times and stayed silent.
I took it as a good sign.
I also took it as the end to our conversation.
"Now, was there anything else?" He shook his head. Thank God. "All right then, if you don't mind, I'd really like to go spend some time with your magnificent daughter."
I stood and waited for him to follow, but he stared at me for a few seconds before shaking his head and laughing.
"I'll say one thing for you, Mr. Cullen, you're not short on confidence."
"With a woman like Isabella in my life, I've no reason to be. I'm the luckiest man on the planet, and I know it."
"I still don't like you. Or trust you."
"Fair enough. Just know I'm determined to change your mind."
He laughed again. "Yeah, good luck with that."
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When we got back to the house, my family was still milling around on the porch, no doubt eavesdropping.
Esme struck up a conversation with Charlie while he waited to say goodbye to Bella. I was grateful, because my desperation had rendered me a pacing, impatient mess.
How long could it possibly take for her to shower?
"She's almost done," Carlisle whispered. "And you need to calm down, son. Your pulse is deafening. I'm surprised Charlie can't hear it."
"I'll be calm when Bella's back."
"Judging by your reaction earlier, your pulse speeds up even further when she's near. If you were human, I'd diagnose you with acute supraventricular tachycardia and order you to immediate bed rest. Even taking your new biology into consideration, I have concerns."
"I'd be okay with you ordering me to bed, as long as it was with Bella."
"Considering she exhibits nearly identical symptoms, that might be prudent. However, I suspect if you were together, there'd be a definite lack of rest."
"Maybe, but she'd make me calm. Eventually." After I'd made love to her countless times and collapsed in a sweaty, satiated heap.
I heard footsteps on the stairs, and my heart raced even more. Carlisle sighed.
"At least try to relax," he said. "Your mother isn't happy about how rude you were earlier. If it continues she may retaliate, and you know that won't go well for anyone."
I didn't have time to reply because Bella flew out of the house and launched herself at me from the porch. Caught off guard, I toppled backward onto the driveway and landed with a complete lack of grace with Bella on top of me. She was freshly showered and smelled like a woman-shaped smörgåsbord. My mouth watered. I wanted to lick her all over.
"Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all.
"No problem. I enjoyed it."
Her body was pressing against mine. Of course I enjoyed it. I was still enjoying it. Especially when she squirmed against my erection.
I absently stroked her back. She made a weird noise in the back of her throat. If it wasn't a ridiculous concept, I'd swear she was purring.
As she squirmed against me again, I groaned. She raised an eyebrow. "Want me to get off?"
I pulled her more firmly against me. "Oh, you have no idea how much I want that."
This time Carlisle cleared his throat. I barely heard him. I wanted to roll her over and settle between her legs. Rub myself against her until her eyes rolled back into her head, and the ache in my groin eased.
"Edward ..." Bella said. The tension in her voice was obvious. She wanted it just as much.
"God, Bella." We had roaming hands. It was G-rated for the moment, but rapidly heading toward PG-13. If I had my way, they'd be R with XXX firmly in their sights. I knew what we were doing was inappropriate, but I couldn't stop myself.
Esme cleared her throat. By now, I'd gotten quite adept at ignoring throat clearing from all comers.
She did it again. I cupped Bella's buttocks. A second later, I recognized a tone to Esme's thoughts that filled me with dread.
"So, Charlie," Esme said, over enunciating for my benefit. "Won't you come inside? I've prepared plenty of food for dinner, and we'd love for you to stay. Right, everyone?"
Bella and I broke apart with matching expressions of horror. My siblings were laughing under their breath.
Esme smiled at us.
Oh, no, this wasn't happening. Not now.
She winked at me.
Obviously, it was.
Bella and I scrambled to our feet and dusted off our clothes.
Charlie opened his mouth to decline, but my mother said, "Oh, come now, Charlie. You must be starved after all that traveling. I simply won't take no for an answer."
She took his arm and led him onto the porch. Charlie mumbled, "Uh, all right, then," and eyed my family nervously.
Jasper looked at me and whispered, "Checkmate." Alice smacked him on the arm, but she was enjoying my discomfort, too.
I clenched my jaw so hard I thought I might break teeth.
No. This situation was untenable.
There was no way I could wait until after dinner to touch Bella. Out of all the impossible things in this world, that was the most impossible. I furiously tried to come up with a way I could steal Bella away to ease the ache of our lust without her father noticing.
My mother was on to me. She turned when she reached the front door and said, "Bella, Edward - you have driveway dirt all over you. Why don't you get cleaned up for dinner? In the downstairs bathroom. With the door open."
She gave me a pointed look then escorted Charlie inside. My amused siblings followed.
Carlisle turned to us.
"You'd better do as you're told. Your mother's in a mischievous mood. If you annoy her, she'll probably invite Charlie to spend the night and make you sleep in separate rooms."
I brushed dirt off my jeans. "Jesus, Carlisle, she's torturing me because I've been a little rude?"
"Actually, son, you've been a lot rude. To her and to Charlie. Not to mention you and Bella are behaving like animals in heat. Now, I understand your mating bond is in full effect and therefore affecting your cognition and inhibitions, but you must learn to control it. I also suspect another layer of compulsion has been added by the wolf blood, and while I'd like nothing more than to investigate that further, right now, we need to feed Charlie and get him out of here before you drive us all insane. I strongly suggest you both try not to give Esme any more ammunition. As much as I find her mischievousness attractive, I doubt you'd enjoy it continuing."
I dropped my head in defeat. He was right.
I took Bella's hand and led her inside to the bathroom. Even holding her hand inflamed me, but I did as Esme requested and left the door open. It took monumental effort.
Looking at us both in the mirror, I could see what Carlisle was talking about. Our eyes were dark and wild. Pupils fully dilated. Cheeks bright with color. Skin so desperate for sensation, all the hairs were standing on end. If desperate lust were to take human form and walk the earth, it would look like me and Isabella.
"You look …" Her gaze raked over me. "God, Edward …"
The way she said it implied she thought I looked like a god. The way she looked at me confirmed it. Her hands opened and closed by her sides, and the air was thick with the tension of all the things she wasn't doing. Her mind screamed of desire. She wanted to touch me, and I wanted to be touched. The absence of fulfilment made the bathroom walls inch closer with every passing second.
Calling on infinite control, I opened the cabinet beneath the sink and pulled out a washcloth. After running it under the faucet, I picked up Bella's hand and washed her arm. It wasn't that dirty, but I ran the cloth slowly up and down dozens of times, mesmerized by the droplets of moisture and the patterns made by the movement of fabric on skin. I fantasized those patterns were caused by my tongue, and had to swallow several times in response.
"That part of me is clean now," she said, low and breathy. "However, there are other parts that could use that kind of attention."
I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. Over the years, I'd learned to cultivate a substantial amount of control over my base desires. As a vampire, my control was impressive. Not everyone could resist human blood for long periods of time, or, in fact, at all. When I met Isabella, my control was elevated to legendary status. I shouldn't have been able to resist my singer, and yet I did. In the annals of vampire history, it was unheard of.
As a hybrid, all it took to make me come undone was a simple sentence uttered by my unbelievably arousing mate.
I pressed her against the wall and bent until my lips were barely grazing hers. "Saying things like that will get us both into trouble. You realize that, right?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You have other areas that need attention?"
"I was talking about my other arm."
"No, you weren't."
"What was I talking about then?"
I cupped her head. She licked her lips in response. "Don't do it, Edward. You know we won't be able to stop."
"Just one kiss."
"With us, it's never just one kiss."
"I need to taste you."
"Edward …"
"I'll be able to stop."
"No, you won't."
"Screw it, then."
I pulled her against me and kissed her fiercely.
Sweet Jesus.
I nearly fell over with the force of my body's reaction. Within seconds I was hard as titanium and out of control, and I fisted her shirt so forcefully, one of the seams gave way. Without pain to temper it, my desire was like a juggernaut. Immense and unstoppable. It flooded and filled me, fueled by the taste of her. Silk lips. Soft tongue. Low, desperate noises that destroyed any self-discipline I possessed.
She was right, I couldn't stop.
Didn't want to.
I needed her.
Now.
I grabbed at the waistband of her jeans. Tugged. Tried to find the button. Needed to find her softness beneath the denim.
She pushed my chest and stepped back. Thank God she was stronger than I was."We can't," she said, her breathing rough and her voice quiet. "Seriously. Esme will kill us. Not to mention, Charlie. You don't even know how on-edge I am right now. I have a real fear I'm going to shred your jeans and ride you in front of my father, and that would scar all of us for life. As long as he's here, we have to keep our distance. Do that again, and I won't be able to stop myself." I moved forward, but she pushed me again. Harder. Angry. "Dammit, Edward, how the hell can you be even more attractive to me now than when I left? That's insane. Stop it."
I felt the same way. She was irresistible. More so than before our separation. Her scent was intoxicating. It devastated my self-control. All but demolished logic or modesty. It hooked lusty hands into my body and begged me to do its deep, warm, thrusting bidding.
"And you have to stop looking at me like that," Bella said, hitting my chest. "I mean, for the love of God, how the hell do you expect me to resist that?"
I closed my eyes and sighed. Being in this enclosed space with her was killing me. All I could smell was her. The scent drew me in like a magnet, and the primal urges were becoming impossible to deny. I wanted to possess her. Claim her and mark her as mine. Fuck her.
Oh, dear God, how I wanted to fuck her.
Esme appeared at the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"What's taking so long?" she asked, clearly knowing the answer and being irritated by it. "You two haven't even cleaned up yet. Remember, the longer you take, the longer Charlie stays. It's up to you."
She left with a smug smile, and I grunted in frustration. Bella tugged on her hair and sighed.
"Let's get dinner over with," I said as I turned on the faucet and lathered my hands. "If we behave ourselves, Esme will let Charlie go home and the rest of the night is ours. And let me tell you, there will be no sleep. Possibly for days. I'm going to live between your legs. Don't fucking doubt it."
I dried my hands and looked up to see Bella staring at them.
"Your fingers," she said and licked her lips. "Your fingers are just ... so ... " She moaned, and before I knew what she was doing, she'd grabbed my hand and had pulled my index finger into her mouth.
"Oh ... fuck ... Bella ..."
She swirled her tongue, soft and warm. I closed my eyes as sensation overtook me. Tension and pleasure tightened in my abdomen, and I groaned, throbbing and desperate for more. I needed her mouth all over me. Around me. Suction, and thrusting, and coming in thick, devastating waves.
"Edward! Bella! Dinner is served! Don't make me tell you again!"
We both froze. I was panting, aching, and frustrated. Bella removed my finger from her mouth. I wanted to put my fist through the wall.
"Now, you two!"
We stepped away from each other and finished washing up with stilted, aggressive movements. I'd never been so hard in my life. If I didn't get relief soon, I wasn't sure what I'd do.
"We can get through this," Bella said and watched herself in the mirror as she combed her hair with her fingers. "No problem."
Tear her clothes off. Do it. You both want it. Bend her over the sink and take her. Wrap her hair in your hands. Make her come. To hell with Esme.
"Right. No problem." I swallowed and clenched my hands.
Bite, and suck, and thrust. Do it. You have to. Do it now.
Bella turned to me, every bit as out of control as I was. "Just don't touch me, okay? Or look at me. Or exist."
"Right. No existing. Got it."
She'd feel so good. Warm, and wet, and ... fuck ... want. WANT.
She reached out to touch me but stopped herself at the last minute. Her lust was whispering to her, too.
"Edward ..."
"I know."
"This is impossible."
"I know."
She let out the most frustrated noise I've ever heard.
"Fine," she said, bitterly. "Now, let's get out of here before I rip off your t-shirt with my teeth."
I squeezed my eyes shut and exhaled. "Oh, the things I'm going to do to you when your father is gone."
She grazed her hand across my swollen crotch and squeezed. "Ditto."
"Bella! Edward!"
"Coming!" we yelled in frustrated unison.
As we walked out to the dining room, the sexual tension between us wasn't so much simmering as boiling, and unless we watched our step, dinner would be a disaster of epic proportions.
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The moral of this chapter? Don't piss off Esme lest she epically cockblock you. Let's hope Charlie eats fast so B & E can finally enjoy some hot hybrid schmexing.
If you have a chance to let me know your thoughts, I'd be as turned on as Edward. No, really.
Thanks for reading :)
Kiya x