Chapter 7


The next two weeks are... in a word: bliss.

I can't get enough of Edward, and he seemingly can't get enough of me. We see each other during the weeks for lunch, but he can't stay in the city for any length of time because he's caring for the boys while Irina is away. But when the weekends arrive, he's all mine.

We fuck in every room in my house, in a lot of positions. I'm sore all over, but love the feeling. We're sometimes quick and sometimes sensual. It all depends on what we need at that moment.

He always makes me feel like we shouldn't be ashamed of what we're doing. I like staring into his eyes when he climaxes. It's so intense and powerful.

But it's not just about sex. Edward still helps me unpack sometimes and during those times, learn more about him. I complain that I won't ever be done, but secretly don't mind. Neither does he. He says he enjoys it. I introduce him to my obsession with foreign films and we drink wine while I explain certain plot points.

When Edward finds out that I'm fluent in French, he demands that I speak it to him even if he can't understand it. He finds it sexy.

We lay in bed on Friday nights, cuddling and stroking our bodies, soaking up each other's touch. We know that when the next morning comes, he will have to go home to be there for his kids.

"What's your favorite color?" Edward asks me.

"Blue," I reply. "You?"

"Red."

"How bold of you."

"I like to live life on the wild side." He sucks on the pebbled peak of my bare breast.

"Obviously." I giggle.

We're naked and sweaty, too happy to care about the outside world.

"What's your favorite movie?" I ask him.

"I don't know. I haven't watched an adult movie in about ten years." Edward laughs. "My life is a revolving door of Disney and Pixar films. I'm partial to Aladdin."

"I might need to brush up on my cartoons if I'm going to be hanging out with you."

All too soon, he must leave. George calls and says that he's almost home, so Edward has to get back before them. I hate to see him leave, but I know that he'll be back. He'll always come back.

I call my mother and speak to her for about an hour. She wants to know how I'm doing with the move and finding friends. She says I'm always so secluded and private. She would like for me to be more social. I don't dare mention Edward. Hopefully, she will never have to know about him

As soon as I hang up the phone with Renee, it rings again. I stare at the number and see Alice Whitlock's name flash across the screen.

"That's strange," I pick up, "Hello?"

"Hi, Bella. I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Alice Whitlock. We met at the museum."

"Of course. Jasper's wife. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I was actually calling to invite you to Red Sox game. Jasper loves baseball and we have an extra ticket. We thought you might like to come."

"Oh, that's... very thoughtful of you, but I wouldn't want to intrude."

"Are you sure? You can't live in Boston and not have gone to a Red Sox game. It's kind of a necessity."

I think about the conversation I had with Renee not five minutes earlier. I can hear her voice pushing me to accept the invitation.

"You know what, sure. I would love to go," I tell Alice.

"Really? That's great. I'll make sure to have your ticket ready. Meet us at Fenway tomorrow."

I make sure to thank her again, and we talk for a few minutes. She's very warm and welcoming. I find that I want to keep talking with her. We hang up, and she reminds me of the time and place of the game.

I don't speak with Edward for the rest of the day. I'm trying not to monopolize his time.

The game is at one in the afternoon, so I start getting ready a little before noon. I usually don't dress so casually unless I'm working out, but I assume that a sporting event called for less formal clothing.

I wear a white pair of jean shorts and a Boston Red Sox T-shirt Phil gave me when he found out I was moving to Boston. I also got a cap and carry it with me, even though I hate hats. I slip my feet into a bright red pair of Keds and commend myself on coordinating an outfit around a baseball team.

I search the routes to Fenway on my computer and come to the conclusion that it would be easier to just take the train. It will be less of a hassle for me to find parking, and I don't have to worry about walking too far since there's a train stop near my house and another right at the entrance to the ballpark.

It's easy to find Fenway since everyone is going that way and wearing Red Sox gear. I just follow the crowd and arrive at the park in no time. I call Alice to see where she is.

"Bella!" I hear her shout my name, but can barely see her in the crowd of people. Jasper's blonde hair is visible, though, so I just walk towards him. I assume she's near.

"I'm so glad you decided to come." Alice pops up out of nowhere. She hugs me, and I hug her back. "I'll finally have someone to talk to. All Jasper wants to do is watch the game. Not that I'm opposed to it, but baseball is only fun for about six innings before I start to get bored."

She's able to talk a mile a minute, and I have to really pay attention to get every word.

"Thanks for inviting me," I tell them both.

"It's no problem," Jasper says. "We want you to feel welcome and you were the first person Alice suggested when we realized we had an extra ticket."

The Whitlocks are very chatty, and I feel like they actually want to get to know me. I enjoy their company. They're dressed in similar clothing to mine, and Alice is carrying a large foam finger. She says it's lucky.

We go through the lines of people into the ballpark and then begin navigating our way to our seats. We're right behind first base, which Jasper tells me is a wonderful place to be. I'm shocked at how big the park is and keep looking up into the rafters so I can see just how high the bleachers go.

"There they are!" Alice shouts and begins pulling me down the stairs towards our seats.

I stop in my tracks when I see a shock of auburn hair that's just as unruly as how I left it yesterday morning.

As we move closer, I see that Edward isn't the only one here. He's brought his entire family; the four boys and Irina. He didn't tell me she was back.

"Oh, um..." I try to stop Alice from taking me down there, but she's strong for a little person.

"Come on, Bella. You can sit by me."

"Alice, maybe we should get some drinks or something to eat first," Jasper suggests.

"Yes!" I use this as my excuse to keep away for as long as possible.

"No, we can do that after the first ball is thrown."

"Damn," I hear Jasper mutter. He says under his breath that he wants a beer.

We arrive at our seats and Alice makes sure everyone can see me. We're seated in the row in front. "You guys remember Bella, right? I invited her to the game today."

I'm standing right in front of the entire Cullen family.

Edward chokes on some water that he's drinking from a bottle, but quickly recovers. It's obvious that he didn't know I was coming.

"Bella, it's so nice to see you again." Irina stands up and places her sunglass on top of her head before hugging me.

"You, too. It's been too long."

"I know, but I'm glad you came. We can catch up during the game."

I take a peek at Edward and he's the perfect picture of calm, leaning back in his seat. He places a cap on his head and hides his face somewhat.

"Let me introduce you to the boys," Irina says, pulling me down the line. "This is my oldest, George."

He looks just like I imagine Edward would have twenty years ago. Bright green eyes, strong face, and the same color hair. Actually Edward's features are present in all of his boys. I hardly see any of Irina.

"It's nice to meet you." I shake George's hand. He has a strong grip, much like his father, and I can tell that he's tall even though he's sitting.

"You, too." He nods with tight smile. Although George is kind, he's really not interested in meeting me. He's more focused on the players warming up on the field.

"And this is Theo," Irina moves on to the next one.

Again, the same features as Edward, just younger. His face is dotted with freckles and his hair is sticking up in all kinds of directions, which Irina tries to fix, but is unsuccessful.

"Hi." He waves at me before I'm pushed down the line.

"This is Seb."

The boy beamed and asked me if I liked baseball. I lie and nod. Unlike the rest of his family who is dressed in Red Sox attire, Seb is in an Atlanta Braves shirt, which is the opposing team today.

I ask him about it and he replies, "I always wear the other teams' stuff. It makes Dad mad."

I can tell he's the mischievous one of the group and make a point to watch out for him.

"Bella!" Jonathan Francis stands up on his chair and tries to reach for me. "Boy, am I glad you're here!"

"Hi. I was wondering when we'd meet again." I am genuinely happy to see him.

"I have to tell you all about my new toy car. Daddy bought it for me. It can actually drive."

"I can't wait to see it," I tell him.

"And of course you know Edward." Irina points to her husband.

I remember to keep my breathing calm and try not to look directly into his eyes. I know I'll crumble if I do.

"Hello." I keep my hands to myself.

"Hi, I didn't know you would be here today."

"Alice invited me at the last minute."

He takes another sip of his water and nods, without saying anything else.

Alice pulls me away from him, towards our seats at the end of the row in front.

The game begins, but I can't even begin to think about paying attention. I cheer when I'm supposed to and clap like everybody else, but I can only think about Edward. He's so close and yet so far. As cliché as that might sound, I now understand the phrase.

I occupy my time with Alice. She's quite the chatterbox.

"So, how are you enjoying the move?" she asks.

"I love the city and everyone seems to be really friendly."

"Good. I hoped you weren't all alone here. I don't know how people move someplace where they don't know anyone. I would die." She talks with her hands a lot. I have to be weary of that, or I might get hit in the face.

"It's not that bad."

"What about work? Do you have a job lined up?"

"None right now, but I got offered a job as a docent at MFA. I think I might do that. I would just be in charge of tours and small things of that nature, but I feel like I would enjoy it."

"Oh, I'm sure. You seem to love art."

I turn around only once, pretending to crack my neck. Edward has JF in his lap and their laughing together. As soon as my head turns, he must sense my gaze. He looks at me with penetrating eyes.

I go back to the game before we have the chance to get in trouble.

"Are you thirsty?" I ask Alice half an hour later.

"No, I'm okay."

"Well, I'm going to go get something." I stand up.

"We can order it if you want." She points to the people walking around bringing drinks and snacks.

"I want to get up and stretch my legs a bit. I'm going to go walk around," I tell her and start to climb the stairs up to the mezzanine level where the food is located.

The lines are long, but I don't mind. A chance away from our seats gives me the opportunity to clear my head.

I can't believe I didn't know he would be here. Did I ask Alice? The only time we've been in public together, we've acted like loved-up teenagers. How am I supposed to control myself at this point?

I can smell him sitting behind me in our seats, and his scent just reminds me of the times we've fucked in my bed or in my shower or in my kitchen. It's a little overwhelming.

"What are you doing here?" Edward's voice is gravely in my ear.

I nearly jump out of my skin.

"I'm standing in line for a beer." I reply calmly.

"You know what I mean." He comes to stand in front of me. His hat is still on, low over his brow.

"I didn't know you would be here." The line moves forward and I do as well. Edward follows.

"You should have told me."

"I don't have to give you detailed schedules of my days, Edward. I can go anywhere I please. If I want to come to a baseball game, I will."

"Bella, this isn't a joke." He grabs my arm, making sure I'm turned towards him. "I can't..."

"You can't what?" I rip it away from him.

"You should have told me," he repeats, ripping off his cap and running a hand through his untamable hair.

"As I said, I didn't know you were making a family day out of this."

Without warning, Edward pulls me from the line. I was almost at the front, but he yanks me down the hallway and into a more secluded part of the park. He checks doors, but they're all locked.

He finally finds one. It's a broom closet, and he pushes me inside, slamming the door shut. He pushes me against it and presses his body against mine.

I gasp at the sudden sensations coursing through my body.

"I'm not mad that you're here. I'm mad at myself for not being able to control my cock." He takes my hand and places it on his hardened erection. "I'm mad because I can see you and be near you, but can't touch you. It's driving me crazy."

With quick movements, he unbuttons my shorts and yanks them down my legs. My underwear is gone as well, and he lifts me up.

"We can't do this," I pant as his lips attack my throat.

"We're only on the fourth inning. I won't make it through the rest of the game if we don't fuck right now." He growls and I feel him at my entrance. "You're so wet."

"I have been since the game started," I whine, needing him inside of me now.

"You look so sexy in your little shorts. I almost jumped you when you first got here." He pierces me in one motion.

"Oh, God," I cry out, feeling him working me against the door. He's so masterful. My hands hold onto his straining biceps.

He's whispering dirty things into my ear about how hot I look and how hard he was during the game. I feel so naughty just thinking about what we're doing in a Red Sox supply closet.

"You're so tight, Bella." He's breathing harshly and I feel sweat drip onto the exposed parts of my body.

I tell him to push into me harder. I need him, all of him.

"I can't last any longer." I pull at his hair.

"Let go. Let it all go."

I do as he says and my body collapses against him. I shake and ride out my orgasm as he continues to pump in and out of my body. This feels like nothing we've ever done before. This is animalistic and feral and brutal. I love it.

He grunts a couple of times before I feel him start to slow. It takes a couple of seconds before he's completely still.

His head rests on my shoulder. I am still against the door with my fingers twirling in his hair.

"I hate that we can't be like this all the time." Edward's voice is raspy and filed with lust. "You're quickly becoming one of the best parts of my life."

"I like to hear that," I say truthfully.

"Did I hurt you?" He lifts his head up and looks at me with caring eyes.

"No, I'm okay. More than okay."

Edward pulls out of my body and sets me on the ground. I can feel his cum dribbling down my leg. He finds a package of paper towels and rips them open. He wipes his juice from my thighs, kissing them tenderly. He then pulls back on my panties and jeans.

"You look entirely too good for me not to fuck you against a door," he chuckles when he stands, buttoning me back up.

"We shouldn't have done that."

He shrugs. "We're already going to Hell. I figure we might as well go out in style."

"Are you sure you're not going through some kind of mid-life crisis?" I smooth out his hair.

"Maybe I am, but I'm enjoying the fuck of it." He pats my butt roughly.

We leave the supply closet and go in separate directions, me heading to the bathroom and him back to the seats. I spend a good amount of time fixing my hair and wiping away any signs of my sinning.

By the time I arrive back to my seat, Edward is enthralled in the game and drinking a beer. He once again has JF on his lap, pointing to some players on the field.

"Finally. You've been gone forever," Alice sighs.

"Sorry," I shrug.

"Where's the bathroom. I really have to go." She stands up.

I give her the directions, and she bounces up the stairs.

A couple of minutes pass before Irina takes Alice's seat next to me. I bristle a little, but keep my calm.

"Hi, Bella." She smiles. She's very pretty and it intimidates me a little, but don't let her hear it in my voice.

"Hello, Irina." I smile back.

"I just wanted to thank you again for taking care of Jonathan when I dropped him off at Edward's office."

"It was no problem. He was great."

She settles into the seat. "I didn't mean to do that. Edward hates it. He seems to hate most of the things I do these days."

It sounds like she has a few things to say, so I goad her. "Really? How long have you two been married?"

"Coming up on sixteen years now, but it keeps getting harder and harder. I don't know what happened to us."

"Sometimes, people just grow apart." I shrug.

"He just... doesn't understand my life anymore." Irina leans closer to me. "When we were young, we had so much drive. We were going to rule the world together, but now all he wants to do is slow down."

"Well, you have kids. It's understandable."

"No, it's not. I travel three hundred days a year, but I still make time for family. He can, too. Edward should be happy for me, but all he does is complain."

I want to slap her. She is so annoying and diluted. Did she even hear what she was saying? How could her view of the world be so one-sided? It wasn't all about her. Irina's relationships with her husband and children were being destroyed by her selfishness.

That was the main problem.

"I'm sorry to be dumping all of this on you." Irina put her hand on mine. It took everything ounce of strength I had not to pull away. "I just feel like we're connected somehow."

I almost laugh. "It's alright," I say.

"The truth is, I do love Edward, but he's changed. We're working through it, though. We've started couple's counseling. Well, we've been doing it for about a year and it has helped, I just want faster results."

"You two still go see a therapist?" I ask.

"Yeah, twice a week... when I'm in town. Nothing seems to be working."

"I'm sure it will all work out." I pat her knee.

"I'll let you get back to the game." She gets up from her seat, going back to sit behind me, next to Edward.

He doesn't pay any attention to her, preferring to focus on Seb who has taken JF's spot on his lap.

When Edward and I had begun out little affair, I was concerned about how it might affect his wife if she found out. Now, not so much. She had a wonderful man right in front of her and was taking him for granted. Our talk had put a few things into perspective for me; any doubt I had before today had since evaporated.

I lean back in my chair and smile to myself, thinking about how hard Edward fucked me in the supply closet.


A/N: Oh my. Naughty Edward and Bella. Can you believe those two? Can't get enough of each other.

It's about to get real juicy.

As usual, thanks to Jenny because she's amazing in every way. There would be no stories without Jenny.

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