Chapter Seven—Going to Hell
"Don't you have any eggs?"
Bella was sitting on my black, leather couch, wrapped up in a blanket with her knees tucked just under her chin. Her dark hair was tangled in little knots on the right side of her face from where she'd fallen asleep after three hours of making love—if you could call it that. I'd been off of my game, and with good reason. Instead of the dominating presence she'd come to expect in the bedroom, I'd simply taken a backseat and let her do all the driving.
I could remember hovering over her, my cock slamming into her repeatedly as she gripped the couch cushions and made those little noises that used to drive me wild. But there was no excitement in it for me. It had felt just as incredible as always, yet there was no emotion behind the act. Bella hadn't even noticed, and that was when I started to realize that perhaps I was just a mere booty call for her. Not that I minded really—she gave me the most immense type of pleasure—but there was something lacking in our forbidden relationship. Although I couldn't put my finger on it, I knew that it wasn't just Edward Platt that was bothering me.
"Sorry, just waffles," I answered, slipping the frozen pastries into the toaster oven.
Bella pouted. "We should go shopping today."
"What about Edward?" I couldn't believe that I'd just spoken his name out loud.
"He doesn't get home until at least ten, and then he goes right to sleep. You know that."
And I did know that; Edward had told me himself yesterday. Fuck, what was I going to do? Bella was like a drug that I couldn't quit, and Esme was the counselor that picked up all the broken pieces. I needed both of them. They were so unique in their ways—entirely different, yet they each had a habit of bringing something inside of me to life. How could I quit something that made me feel so good?
I kept my back to her as I gathered some whipped cream from the fridge, and a fresh batch of strawberries. I wanted to see how far I could push Bella without revealing that I knew her future mother-in-law. I couldn't betray Esme's confidence like that, but I needed more information. "Isn't he going to wonder why you're not at home?"
"I'll just tell him I went out for breakfast with Jessica."
"Who's Jessica?" Part of me had hoped she'd mention Esme.
Bella snorted before answering me. "My maid of honor. We've been friends since high school, but she's always after Edward. He hates her, so he won't ask any questions."
"I guess that will work."
The timer dinged on the oven, and I carried on preparing our small breakfast. I hadn't cooked for another person in years, and although frozen waffles weren't exactly extravagant, it was nice to feel needed by someone else. The only problem was that it felt like the wrong person was sitting on my couch naked under that blanket.
My thoughts drifted to Esme again, and the morning she might be having by herself. I knew that she lived alone, so I could only imagine her at an empty kitchen table with her morning cup of tea and a bagel with cream cheese. If we were together, I would have insisted on breakfast in bed, and there would have been eggs if she had really wanted them.
"What are you so happy about?" Bella asked. I hadn't realized I was smiling.
"I like cooking for you," I lied. I'm thinking about dumping you for another woman who's also your fiancée's mother seemed like a pretty harsh thing to say to her, but I had no doubt that Bella was two steps away from getting rid of me herself. She was about to be married, so this had to end sooner or later, didn't it? Maybe I could get away with dating Esme as well. It wasn't like Bella expected me to be celibate if our fling ended. I could easily pop up one day at a family dinner with Esme at my side, couldn't I?
"Well, I have an idea," Bella said with a sly grin. "How about we forgo breakfast this morning? I'm feeling dirty, and I need a shower."
"But I just made this for you."
She stood up and dropped the blanket, revealing her tempting, naked body. The early morning light that was creeping its way through the open blinds danced across her alabaster skin, causing me to accidentally squeeze out the entire contents of the whipped cream can.
Bella giggled. "Doctor Cullen, come shower with me."
How in the world was I ever going to separate these two women? Esme was an ivory Goddess in her own right, but as Bella ran a finger along her tight slit, I couldn't imagine being back in that kitchen anymore. I was so torn between what I wanted, and what I had right in front of me, that I instinctively lowered my hand to rub the aching bulge in my pants. There was no doubting the fact that Bella was entirely too appealing, and despite my earlier hesitation and lack of enthusiasm, I felt everything coming back to me like the first time we had fucked in my office. All thoughts of Edward and Esme disappeared as if they'd never been there in the first place. I was a sex junkie who couldn't break his addiction.
"Lead on," I chuckled, following Bella into the bathroom.
The warm water cascaded down around us as I leaned back against the shower wall and weaved my fingers through Bella's hair. She was down on her knees, sucking my cock in long, deep strokes. I couldn't contain myself; there was nothing better in this world to me than a good blow job.
"You keep that up, and I'm not going to last very long," I mumbled.
She didn't really answer. Only the vibrations of her voice running along my shaft could be heard over the shower head. The pure thrill of her tongue tracing circles around my tip forced me to yank her hair, and thrust myself to the back of her throat.
"Take it all, Bella."
A pair of hands slithered up the inside of my thighs as she drew me in and out of her mouth, finally meeting their mark, and caressing my balls with an eager finesse. Bella pushed me up against the wall, just using her mouth to get the job done, and I quickly released with a victorious groan of pleasure, unable to stop myself. "Oh, Fuck! Yes, God, yes!"
"Wash me," she commanded before licking my cock clean and standing up.
"Turn around."
I grabbed a wash cloth, and instantly set about massaging her shoulders with a lather of soap. My hands moved down the front of her chest, lingering over her aroused nipples, pinching them softly as she leaned back against me. Her ass bumped into my shaft, and I rubbed it against her to amplify the sensation.
"You're still so hard," she moaned out. "So hard for me."
"I want you," I whispered in her ear. Whatever had been wrong with me last night was completely absent from this scene. The compulsive need to fuck her drowned out the screams of protest clambering inside of my head. I knew it was wrong, and I didn't care.
"Take me, Doctor Cullen. I am yours to play with."
I slid my hands down her body, abandoning the wash cloth all together, and parted her folds with two fingers. Her clit was completely throbbing under my touch as I began to rub in slow circles. I needed to be inside of her, and thankfully for me, Bella was prepared. She reached forward to grab a condom from the basket hanging against the tile wall, ripped the package open, and did all the work for me.
"Something tells me that you had this all planned," I purred, nipping playfully at her neck.
"You could say that."
As she spoke the words, I took her from behind, gliding my cock deep inside, and pressing her breasts against the glass shower door. I already wanted to come again. I'd been foolish to think that I could give this up. I was past the point of no return, and I now had a front row seat in Hell reserved just for me.
A/N: Thanks once again to my amazing beta hmmille. And thank you to all of you who are reading and reviewing! Next chapter update will be at the end of the week!
