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EPOV
My hands were in the place they'd wanted to be since the wedding. Since I truly, sincerely thanked God for my height as I gazed down her dress and locked on her amazing, pale breasts.
I gripped and fondled under her shirt. It had to come off, I wanted her naked. I wanted my dear 'sister' naked and on my piano.
I wanted her.
She had a forceful streak that I welcomed as she pulled her head back by my hair and I wondered where her lips were going. My chest? My neck? ...My cock?
Could I be that lucky?
Apparently not.
She pulled away and pushed away.
She buttoned her shirt.
What the fuck?
She walked away from me.
Who the fuck did she think she was?
I was Edward Cullen, girls didn't walk away from me. A girl had never walked away from me.
For a few minutes I stared after her, my fingers still tingled from touching her skin. My pants were still tight. I needed out of my damn jeans.
She'd felt so soft, something I now wasn't. Her tongue felt so right as it darted in my mouth.
I needed her back. I needed a release.
And never had I been so careful about opening a girl's shirt. I'd wanted to rip it off and fling it aside. With her, Bella, my 'sister', I didn't want to rush it.
I sneered at how slow I'd been. With any other girl I'd have had her pants off before she could think about pushing me off. Then she wouldn't have wanted to resist.
Bitch.
Fuck her. I hadn't, but I was done.
Done. Over. The old heave-ho. I wasn't going to waste my time, because she wasn't worth it.
I stomped from the room slamming the door less gently then I had when I'd entered the room. I headed to my room and straight into my bathroom.
Ten minutes, several Kleenex and a towel later, I certainly felt relieved, but not how I'd have preferred it. Jacking off, that was something for losers, something I wasn't.
What had she driven me too? After a five minute peep show she had turned me into Eric Yorkie who clung to his Dungeons & Dragons book tighter than any woman.
I didn't even need any magazines. I could still feel her touch and kiss.
The memory of the feeling of her body against mine was all I needed to push me over the edge.
If I wasn't so mad I might have been thankful. I'd have been humiliated to have come that fast with her.
Sure, I could have made a phone call and had a girl there, but I didn't want just any girl.
Lauren, Katie, Jayden, Angela and all the others were just boring for me. Same old, same old. You can't teach an old bitch new tricks.
I wanted her.
Bella.
I wanted the one girl I couldn't have. The one who apparently didn't want me.
Fuck her, I repeated.
I sat there forever; well at least till it got dark, just thinking about what had happened.
I asked myself questions I'd never thought about before.
Had I moved too fast?
Gone too far?
Had I lost my touch?
Then I got angry, who was she to make me think these thoughts? Who was she to walk away from me?
Me, Edward Cullen.
Girls at school wanted me. Girls in college wanted me.
Hell, I had cougars that wanted me.
Eventually I heard the others in the house; Emmett's booming laughter, Jasper's booming music. As I left my room and headed down stairs I heard mother and Officer Daddy in the kitchen exchanging pleasantries.
I didn't see her; I didn't want to see her. Ever.
I tried every excuse I could think of to be excused from the delightful 'family' dinner.
Homework. Study date. Already eaten. Oil change. School meeting. Tutoring. Blue balls.
I didn't mention piano practice, or piano playing, or piano anything. I didn't want to think about the piano or the piano room or music.
The piano meant her. Her meant desire. Refuse desire.
Refusal. Anger. Desire. Anger.
Fuck her.
I didn't want to sit across the dinner table from Bella when all I could think about was her kiss and the feel of her skin. That initial taste was like a drug to me, it made me crave more, but I knew I couldn't let myself lose control around her again. Especially when I had to focus on forcing down supper as quickly as possible.
I wasn't going to let myself lose control with her.
I wasn't going to lust after her and let her image fuel more self-releasing evenings with the Kleenex.
I wasn't going to want her.
I wasn't going to think about our shared, brief encounter.
I wasn't even going to look at her.
Then she walked into the dinning room for 'family' dinner and everything went out of the window.
Fuck her.
Fuck it
As if.
Fuck me, I was smitten. Hooked. Screwed.
Every dinner after that was the same. My eyes glued to the plate, mumbled answers and no offer of conversation.
I couldn't look at her. Wouldn't look at her.
I had turned into a fucking coward.
As soon as my last piece of food entered my mouth, I was out of there. I didn't ask, I didn't wait, I didn't clear the table.
Breakfasts were easy. I skipped them and ate at school. Got up early and ate alone. Got up late, ate alone and smiled sweetly at the school receptionist to keep away the tardy mark.
My smile was always a winner on the plump woman; a wannabe cougar.
School was a varying story.
Lunch was easy. There was always another girl to feign interest towards. Always some girl throwing herself at me. A smile, a nod and a smart comment kept them crowding.
Then there was Biology. The one subject I had to share with her. Not just share, but sit with. Right next to her. Elbows touching. Legs nudging.
Skipping wasn't an option. Dr. Daddy wouldn't really care; my grades would still be A's. Officer Daddy was a different matter. He was just looking for an excuse to assert his new father role over one of the Cullen boys.
If he was going to bust my balls for something I was going to make sure it was something better then skipping fucking Biology.
So I endured it. The whole lesson.
I could smell her strawberry shampoo as her hair fell like a curtain between us.
I knew what it felt like to tangle my fingers in that hair. I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair again.
Every Biology lesson was hell.
I didn't do well with temptation.
I wanted her.
The bell would hardly begin to ring before I was up and out of my seat. I needed to get away from her before I lost control.
Right there against the desk. My hand in her hair. My lips on her neck. My body against hers.
Getting out of the biology room was hard with my junk straining against the zipper of my pants.
I didn't lose control.
I had to have her.
I stuck it out till Saturday night.
There was some party in town that Em and Jazz just had to be at. Actually, all of the Cullen boys were invited, but I passed. I didn't need a party with scarcely clothed girls. I only wanted to see one girl scarcely clothed.
Preferably naked.
Mother and daddy had a dinner and drinks meeting in Port Angeles and were staying over.
Officer Daddy was on duty, no doubt covering the party. Cruising to catch my brothers before their DUI's. Shame he was more likely to catch them behind the wheel getting a blow job or in the back seat having sex than driving drunk. My brothers weren't that stupid.
The house was empty.
Just me, or so I thought.
I hadn't seen her to ask. If I'd seen her in any kind of party clothing I may have jumped her right there regardless of the audience.
So, I didn't know where she was. Or who she was with and that drove me crazy. I thought of her with Mikey Newton and cringed. Anger ran through me at the thought of her with James, the asshole of the town.
I wanted her.
TV left me bored. The internet offered nothing but the temptation of porn. And my piano still laid untouched after my last exploit on it. With all that tossed aside, I headed to her room.
I had to know.
Fuck her.
I had to know if she was here, there in the same house, alone with me.
If she wasn't there I know I'd have a night alone ahead of me. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my thoughts from her and my hands off myself. I was too wound up, too charged.
Fuck her. Fuck I wanted to. Badly.
I didn't bother knocking. I doubted she'd even be there.
I pushed the door open and walked in.
I nearly tripped over my own feet. There, on the bed, dressed only in a tank top and ridiculously small shorts that would pass as underwear, was Bella. Her dark hair covered most of her face as her head was bent over a textbook.
Studying.
On a party night.
Was she trying to kill me?
I couldn't help myself, the cockiness just took a life of its own.
"Bella.." I smirked, walking into her room as if I did it everyday. It would piss her off greatly, guaranteed.
"No party tonight? Maybe you can be my entertainment; everything else is just so boring."
I smirked again, dropping my fine ass down on the foot of her bed. I leaned back on my elbows, meeting her now-angry stare with one of pure arrogance.
"So, where were we? The piano, wasn't it?"
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AN: Props to those who find the reference to Cullenary Education: Forks Sex Ed by MarcyJ!