A/N: Sorry, this took so long! I've had exams and so much work, but hopefully this chapter will make up for it. Please, review and I will love you forever!
Chapter 8
Bella P.O.V
"Come with me," Edward whispered in my ear, making me shiver from how husky his voice sounded. He grabbed my hand, dragging me through the crowds of people dancing and drinking until we eventually reached the bathrooms. I followed him into one of the stalls, where he locked it behind us and then pushed me up against the wall. Fuck, I had to have him.
"Are you having fun tonight?" I asked randomly, trying my hardest not to react to the soft kisses he was placing on my throat. We were in one of the best clubs in Seattle with amazing drinks and the rest of the team, yet all I could focus on was fucking Edward. Shit, he was going to be the death of me. I moved my hands down to his crotch, where I gripped his cock tightly through his jeans. He was hard.
"I would be having more fun with you," Edward groaned, trailing his tongue along my neck. Guilt washed through me, making me sigh loudly. I knew Edward wanted to tell the rest of the team we were fucking, but I couldn't risk losing my career, especially if what we were ended badly. I hadn't even told Jacob, which was probably the worst thing I could ever do since he was my best friend, but I was afraid of what he would think.
"Don't do this," I begged, pushing Edward away from me.
"Okay, I won't."
"I better go," I insisted, slamming the bathroom door open, walking back outside and leaving him there. Jacob was in the middle of the dance floor with Emmett, while Jasper and Alice were both doing shots at the bar. I drank some tequila quickly and joined the boys on the dancing floor. I was beginning to feel drunk as the room was spinning and my words were very slurred.
"Bella, I'm leaving with this guy!" Jacob shouted over the music, grabbing my attention as he clutched onto a random man who looked like he could barely stand. I smirked and said goodbye to him, deciding that it probably would be best for him to not stay with me tonight. I was relieved actually; I had to speak to Edward tonight, but I couldn't find him anywhere.
"Do you know where Edward is?" I asked Emmett at the bar, while he was too busy dry humping Rosalie right in front of me.
"Outside," he grunted in return, going back to making out with Rosalie.
I groaned loudly as I stepped outside the club and was immediately soaked with the heavy rain. I had no fucking jacket and I was dressed in a skirt and thin dress top. This was not my fucking night. After walking around for a while outside, looking for Edward and ignoring the assholes who all stared at me, I finally found him. He was in an alleyway near the club, smoking a cigarette. Shit, I didn't even know he did that.
"You smoke?" I asked, scaring him.
"Not a lot," he shook his head, walking forward to stand in front of me. "I only really do it when I'm stressed. I know it's bad for me with the game."
"Yeah, it is." I agreed. "Does coach know?"
"I never knew he had to," Edward challenged, making me roll my eyes. He had a point, it wasn't any of our business, certainly not mine.
"Jacob's not home tonight..." I trailed off, suggesting that he could come over. Edward didn't reply and after a minute, a cold shiver ran down my spine, though I didn't know if it was because of the rain or how quiet he was being with me. He sighed and slipped off his leather jacket, placing it around my shoulders and zipping it up. It smelled just like him, which made me grin.
"Do you really want me to stay tonight?" Edward asked as I followed him down the street. I didn't know where we were going, but I wanted to be with him.
"Yes," I answered. "I know this is hard," I sighed, stopping dead in my tracks until he turned around to look at me. "And I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what? Fucking me?"
"No," I shook my head, not knowing if that was the right answer. "I don't know, okay?" I sighed loudly, moaning as the rain began to start-up again.
"Do you want to be with me or not?" Edward demanded, walking forward so that his face was now inches from mine.
"Don't ask me that question right now," I pleaded as he rested his forehead against mine. "I don't have an answer for that."
He didn't reply, but instead he met his lips with mine, pulling me closer to him. It wasn't what I had expected him to do, but fuck I liked it. I was reminded of those shit, cheesy romantic comedy movies, where just after the couple had an argument, they would kiss and make up. It didn't help that there was heavy rain falling, making Edward's chest become noticeable through his white t-shirt.
Then suddenly, there was a bright flash from a car nearby.
"Fucking hell!" I hissed, glaring over at the random creep who was sitting in his black car, taking photos of Edward and I. We quickly ran down the street, holding each other's hands as we tried our hardest to escape the paparazzi following us. For me, the week had been exactly like this; it seemed like I could never get away from the assholes. The news of our wins at preseason was pretty popular.
"Your place or mine?" Edward asked as we got in the cab.
"Mine," I answered, grinning at the possibility of him naked in my bed once again.
Almost as soon as we got back to the apartment, we were both ripping each other's clothes off. Edward slid his hands down my legs and pulled me up, where I wrapped them around his waist. His wet shirt was off immediately, while he slipped his hands under my skirt. I moaned in pleasure, resting my head on his shoulder as he stripped me. Minutes later, I was thrown down onto my bed.
"Fucking shit," Edward groaned, leaning on top of me. "I need you so much," he whispered in my ear, trailing kisses down to my chest and navel. I was kind of drunk so the rest of the night was a blur for me, but fuck I knew it was great. I didn't know what it was, but Edward was the best I had ever had in bed, though I didn't know if he had some gift or if he had just practiced a lot.
"Bella? I'm home!" Jacob shouted as the front door banged off the wall, making my eyes flash open. Oh, fuck! I had a massive headache - due to the hangover I was sure I had - while Edward was sleeping in my bed. Naked. What was I going to do?! I could hear Jacob opening the fridge and closing it, then the smoothie machine rattled on loudly.
"Edward!" I hissed, hitting him with my pillow. I slipped the covers off him and ignored the fact that he was naked in front of me, before hitting his head again with another pillow. All I got in return was a loud snore. "Edward, wake fucking up!" I whispered in his ear, slapping his chest. His eyes flashed open quickly, before he smirked looking down at me naked. "Jacob is home!"
"What?" He asked, confused. His question was answered by the sound of Jacob's footsteps leading down the hall to my room.
"Bella, are you awake?" He asked.
"Get in the bathroom!" I ordered Edward, gathering his clothes and throwing them to him. I found one of my t-shirts on the floor and randomly slipped it on, closing the bathroom door as he hid in there. Jacob stalked into my bedroom, looking around at the mess I was in. "I'm hung over," I explained, making him laugh. It was a lie, I was actually tired from all the fucking I had received from Edward, but I couldn't say that.
"Okay," Jacob agreed, believing me. "I'm going out for a run, wanna join?"
"No, thanks."
"See you later!" He replied, walking out of my room. I waited for a minute until I eventually heard the front door open and close, making me sigh in relief. How the fuck had I gotten away with that? Shit, that had been a close call. Edward emerged from the bathroom moments later, fully dressed in his clothes from last night, while he looked like he hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol last night. How did he do that?
I walked into the living room and turned on the news, watching as the channel E! came on. Edward followed behind me and gasped loudly while I wasn't paying attention, making me turn to look at what was on the TV. I was in so much shit... There was Edward and I on the TV, kissing in the rain and then turning to look at whoever was filming us, before running away.
How was I going to explain that?
"You can't really tell it's me," Edward said, rubbing my back lightly as he reassured me. It was true, you couldn't really notice Edward in the dark, but I happened to be completely visible. I wondered if Jacob had already saw the news, but I was sure that he would have mentioned something to me this morning. I could lie and say that I met some random guy in the club, though nothing had happened.
"You better get home before Jacob gets back," I suggested, leading Edward over to the door. I gave him his leather jacket back and awkwardly waved goodbye, which he returned, but there was no kiss or hug. I watched him walk out of the lobby and then collapsed onto the couch, glancing back at the TV that was still showing the footage of Edward and I. Fuck, I had created such a huge mess.
