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Chapter 9

The Lamb Was Sure To Go

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Mary had a little lamb,
its fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
the lamb was sure to go.

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Edward

As I followed behind Bella in my car, I couldn't believe I'd gotten her to agree. I'd thought the note I'd put in her locker was cheesy as hell, and I was going to have to convince her to date me…be my girlfriend…start a relationship with me…whatever the fuck it was. I hadn't been kidding when I told her I was going to fuck things up. It was true. I had no idea what I was doing, and it would be only a matter of time before I'd piss her off. And then my sister would come after my balls with a pair of hedge clippers.

I winced at that mental image, shaking my head to dislodge it.

Her reaction to my question about sex, though, made me realize I would have to put even more effort into making her see I was serious about this…about us. While I was thinking over what Bella had said the other day, trying to decide if I could really do it, I came to a conclusion. I was tired of the girls I'd screwed at Forks High. They were all the same bubble-headed sluts that lacked the ability to have a decent conversation.

If I was going to do it—rip my plan into shreds—then it was going to have to be for a special girl. Bella qualified for that stipulation…and so much more. She was intelligent, and I knew we'd be able to have conversations that mattered. She had a quick wit and was able to see through my bullshit. I hated to admit it, but the way she put me in my place most times was hot as hell.

I'd decided the rest didn't matter, and if push came to shove, I'd convince her leaving Forks would be an adventure. Bella hadn't lived there all her life, which meant she might be easier to persuade. Maybe even attending the same college would convince her. To get out of that town, I would be willing to do almost anything.

Parking behind her, I shut off the engine and exited the car, slamming the door. The sound made her jump as she left her own, and she turned to glare at me. I smiled and walked toward her.

Taking her bag from her hand, I put it on my shoulder and grasped her hand in mine. "Come on. Let's go inside."

Once in the living room, I sat down next to her, releasing her hand and cupping her face. Her eyes were fixed on mine as I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers. Tilting my head to the side, I coaxed her to let me deepen the kiss by running my tongue between the crease of her lips. A moan escaped her, and I took advantage.

Tasting her again was the same as it was the first time—addicting, sweet, and oh so maddening. My hands slid down the sides of her face, moving further south to graze the sides of her breasts and settling on her hips. It was my turn to groan with desire when she shifted, placing herself in my lap, straddling me.

Whatever had been holding her back earlier seemed to have vanished, because she appeared to be on the same page as I was. It made me want her even more. Hooking my arms under her thighs, I moved us until she was underneath me on the couch, grinding against me and devouring my mouth. As I moved to take her shirt off, she broke the kiss, breathless.

"Not here. Upstairs," she panted and arched her back, never taking her eyes off mine.

"Okay," I said, offering her my hand after I stood. She pulled herself up once she grasped it, and we walked hand and hand up the stairs. I let her lead me to the door on the right, her bedroom, and checked out her ass as we walked through the threshold.

"Hey, my eyes are up here," she teased, the tone of her voice lighter than it had ever been.

"I know. But I'm enjoying this view right now."

"You really are a jerk, aren't you?"

"I never said I wasn't." I was tired of talking, so I began kissing her again. Leading her backwards toward her bed, I stopped when she could no longer move. Pulling away, I bent down to remove my shoes and socks. She smiled, falling back on the bed and began to take off her clothing.

I watched, undressing as she revealed each inch of skin. The more I saw, the more I had to fight with myself to strip before I jumped her. She was beautiful—from her alluring face, perky breasts, pink, glistening pussy, to the tips of her fucking toes. I adored every part she was courageous enough to show me, not once trying to cover herself. It made me ache to see her so bold.

"Fuck," I muttered as I crawled naked onto the bed and hovered over her on my hands and knees. She grabbed my head and brought my lips back down to hers, attacking them. Taking advantage of the position, I cupped her tit, alternating between lightly squeezing and caressing the flesh. As her hips began to move, I switched and gave the other one the same treatment. A mewl escaped her, making me break contact and lean down to take one of her tight peaks into my mouth. I sucked and licked until she was begging for me fuck her hard. Patience, my dear, I thought as I ran my lips down her torso. She threaded her fingers through my hair when I grazed her stomach.

"Edward."

"Shhh, baby. Let me take care of you." Licking the taut skin of her abdomen, I continued my descent until I was level with her pussy. Separating her folds, I pressed my thumb against her clit, making her jerk. She ran her foot over my back as I thrust my tongue inside of her, rubbing my finger against her nub at the same pace. I could hear her moans and groans of appreciation and rose up on my knees, moving my tongue to her clit and plunging my fingers in her. Keeping a steady pace, I looked up and watched as my ministrations had her writhing on the bed. A few more licks had her coming in my mouth, the sight making my dick twitch.

I released her and bent over the side of the bed to retrieve a condom from my pants pocket. When I rose back up, seeing her spread wide open and gazing at me with passion was almost my undoing. I had to look away to open the foil packet and roll the latex over my cock so I wouldn't take her bare. The girl had broken down almost all of my barriers in such a short time, but I wasn't willing to add an unplanned pregnancy to the mix. I had become reckless…not stupid.

I covered her body with mine and began kissing her roughly. She responded and gripped my shoulders tightly. Moving from her mouth to her neck, I kissed, licked, and sucked at the skin.

"Please, don't make me stop," I pleaded, half-mad with want and desire. "I need to be inside of you."

"Take me, Edward. Fuck me hard."

With those words, any and all semblance of control snapped, and I drove into her pussy. I stilled for a moment, trying not to come from the feel of her tight, warm flesh wrapped around me. It was almost too much, but when I felt like I wouldn't be giving the impression of a pathetic virgin, I began to move slowly. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and I pressed my forehead to hers.

…that feels so goddamn good.

The force of my movements became faster and harder until I was all but pushing her body into the mattress. Her cries of ecstasy were encouraging me to keep the pace, and my own incoherent babbling echoed through the room. Each time I plunged in and then pulled out, I came closer and closer to losing it. The feel of her hands tugging on my hair and her lips against my neck made me shiver, only adding to the tingling sensations coursing through my body. I tried to think of anything I could to hold off the impending release I felt building, but I was determined that she was going to come first. The girl always comes first.

Gripping her breast and tugging on her nipple gently, I placed my head in the crook of her neck. "Damn, Bella. You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you all day…every day. For. Fucking. Ever."

"Oh, Edward, I need more."

Oh, baby, I know what you need.

Moving my other hand, I brought it between us and began rubbing her clit in quick circles. I needed her to come, badly, because my balls were beginning to tighten, and I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. All of the baseball stats, images of my grandparents naked, and other gross things in the world wouldn't be able to stop it from happening in a matter of minutes.

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgod." Bella began to chant the words I knew meant she was about to find release. I slammed into her roughly and prayed that she'd reach hers before I did.

Just as I was sure I couldn't hold out any longer, I felt her walls convulse and heard Bella moan long and loud. My eyes fluttered as the sounds and feelings drove me home. My own orgasm had me panting, screaming, and crying out to god until I was completely spent, my arms giving out.

My full body weight rested on top of her as I tried to catch my breath and pressed an open-mouthed kiss into the skin of her shoulder in apology. I was unable to move and knew I was crushing her, but not even her police officer father could have made me move from my spot.

So, okay, that's an exaggeration. I'm sure the chief of police, toting a gun to shoot me in the ass for pounding his daughter would make me move—probably right out the fucking two-story window without so much as a pause.

The moment I felt more like myself, I rolled off of her onto my side. Her sweaty hair covered her face, and her body glistened with the exertion of our fucking. Seeing her like that had me stirring, and I knew it wouldn't take much for me to be ready once again.

The perks of being eighteen. God, I love my life.

Pushing the strands back, Bella looked up at me. "I don't think I can move."

I chuckled, amused by her words. "You're welcome."

"And you're such a cocky bastard," she said, smiling.

As we lay there, basking in our post-coital bliss, I let my mind wander. Giving up and giving in to having a relationship with Bella had been easier than what I'd thought. It was scary, just how much I was beginning to care about the girl. She'd successfully broken down every excuse I'd ever had against being exclusive with someone. I feared there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

"Where are you going?" I asked, watching her leave the bed while enjoying the view of her naked form in front of me.

"I'm gonna smoke. You okay with that?" She knelt down on the floor and pulled out a circular, blue tin. Curious, I watched as she opened it and noticed she had a baggie with marijuana inside. Bella Swan was full of surprises. She didn't seem like the type that sparked up, but looking at her take out the drug paraphernalia, I realized there was a lot about her I didn't know.

She rose and walked over to the other side of the bed, sitting down on the edge and setting the tin on the comforter. It was almost erotic to watch her roll a joint—the way she carefully put the weed into the paper and then rolled it up. I sat up when she licked the paper and turned to look back at me.

"You want some?" she asked in a small voice.

It had been a while since I'd partaken in that particular activity, so I figured what the hell? If my girl wanted to smoke with me, then I'd do it. I nodded my head, and a grin pulled at her lips.

"We have to go over to the window. Charlie hasn't caught on yet, and I'd like to keep it that way."

She pulled on my t-shirt, looking so sexy in it—while still holding the joint. I stood and put on my boxers, following her over to the window seat. Taking it away from her, I reached over into her tin and grabbed a lighter, lighting the end and taking three large puffs. I passed it and held the smoke in my lungs as she opened the window, realizing she had some good shit. I could already feel the effects of the drug from just the first few hits. Leaning over her to blow the smoke out the open space, I pressed my chest up against hers. I watched as the smoke dissipated in the air over her shoulder. Moving back, I noticed she'd already taken her hit.

"Tell me about Phoenix." I'd been wondering what had happened to make her leave her previous home since she'd come to Forks, and now that she was my girlfriend, I figured asking wasn't against the rules. At least, it was what I'd hoped.

She cleared her throat and passed the joint. "Um, I was given a choice. Either come here or go to an all girls' school."

I chuckled, trying to picture what she could have done to deserve that ultimatum. "You don't look like the bad girl type. Seriously, what did you do?"

Bella cocked her eyebrow at me. "I got caught fucking a guy in the back of his car by the cops. My mom was pissed, because she'd also found my stash earlier in the week."

That was interesting. I figured she wasn't a virgin, but it seemed that Miss Swan did have a wild side. Some guys would be turned off by her less than innocent past, but I wasn't. In a way, she wasn't that different from me. And that fact made her all the more appealing.

"I guess it was the last straw for my mom." She took another hit, holding it in as she continued. "I mean, I partied and shit, but my grades didn't suffer. She wanted the perfect daughter, and I never had any desire to be Miss Goodie Two Shoes, you know? So, I chose here, because I figured it had to be better than living with a bunch of chicks," she said, releasing the smoke from her lungs.

"Yeah, but your dad is a cop." I put out the nub on the windowsill.

She snorted and scooted closer. "Charlie believes what he wants. He has to know what I do, yet he never says anything. I think he's content to bury his head in the sand as long as I pretend like I'm not doing anything bad."

She had issues with her parents, just like me. Not nearly as bad, it seemed, but enough. I hadn't seen my own deadbeat parents in months. They'd decided they needed another second honeymoon so they could fix their marriage after Dad had been caught fucking his secretary. As a lawyer, I wasn't sure how Edward Masen Sr. still had a job with all the shit he pulled, but the shitload of money his father left him probably had something to do with it. That man could, and did, buy everything he needed—favors, people, and prestige.

How they treated each other, and everyone else, made me sick. It was all a game to them. I vowed a long time before I would never be like them. Hence, my plan to escape was born.

Ever since Bella had walked into my life, I'd had to adjust things, but I knew no matter what happened, I would not follow in my asshole father's footsteps. I may have been a bastard, but even I had standards.

Bella laid her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm around her. I'd never been someone who cuddled, but I could see the benefits of it. Having her warm body pressed up against me was heaven.

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We stayed curled up on the window seat for an immeasurable amount of time until Bella's cell phone began to ring. When she answered it, I was aware our alone time was up. She let me know when she was finished with the call, it had been Tanya, and she was on her way over.

That was going to be a problem. One of the things I'd been looking forward to was having Bella every night, since her dad was never home. Because he'd extended an open invitation to Tanya to sleep over when our parents were out of town, that was not going to happen, and I was a little pissed over it. I didn't want to share Bella with anyone, least of all my fucking sister.

We dressed and, as soon as the last article of clothing was on, I could hear Tanya knocking. Bella ran downstairs to answer the door. I paused and decided to pull the sheets off the bed, going out into the hallway to retrieve fresh ones.

See, I can be a good guy when I want to.

It didn't take long to make her bed, and then I went to join the girls. I hoped my sister appreciated my effort, because it just seemed wrong for her to sleep on the same sheets I'd fucked her best friend on hours before. Pushing that thought out of my head, I walked into the kitchen and saw that they were discussing what to eat.

"I can't believe you're still here." Tanya turned her nose up at me in a playful way.

"Uh, yeah. Of course I am." I went over to Bella and put my arm around her.

Tanya sighed and smiled. "It's going to take me a while to get used to that. I can't believe you guys are dating."

I rolled my eyes and squeezed Bella tight. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Oh, you know what I mean. I just never thought you'd ever quit screwing everything with a vagina and stay with one girl." Tanya said, turning her attention to the counter.

Bella slipped out of my grasp and went to go help Tanya prepare the food. I clenched my fists and fought to keep the tirade I wanted to direct toward my sister inside. Everyone was familiar with my man whoring ways, so why did she have to bring it up? Was she trying to piss Bella off and make her hate me by pointing out what a pathetic excuse of a human being I was?

Tanya and her big fucking mouth were going to ruin everything if she kept it up. I was aware I had fucked up every friendship she'd ever had with my selfish horn dog tendencies, but I was trying to change. Somewhat. Even though I was fucking Bella, I had no plans to leave. I'd meant that shit when I'd said I'd try to be her boyfriend. Tanya had to see it was in her best interest for Bella and me to date, instead of me running as soon as the condom came off.

I walked over and tried to help the girls with dinner, but Bella eventually told me to go sit down. It seemed me grabbing her ass and kissing her instead of actually cutting, slicing, or getting my hands dirty was counterproductive. Like I knew that. I'd never cooked a day in my life, so I should get points for trying.

Bella ended up doing most of the work, because Tanya was shit at cooking, and as I took the first bite of the stew she'd made, I almost moaned out lout. My girl could cook.

"Damn, Bella. This is awesome." I smiled at her from across the table.

She swallowed, smirking. "Thanks."

"I mean it. I'm eating here from now on. I'm so tired of Hot Pockets and Pizza Rolls." I took a drink.

"Ew, really?" Bella wrinkled her nose in disgust and stared at me.

"Yeah, Edward and I can't really cook, and we kind of have to get things to heat up in the microwave when Mom and Dad are gone." Tanya took another bite.

"My mom was kind of a scatter brain, but she was an amazing cook. She taught me everything she knew when I was younger. I'm kind of glad she did before our relationship went to hell." Bella looked down and studied her food.

Tanya was about to say something, but I glared at her, stopping her from opening her mouth. It was obvious by the tone of Bella's voice she really didn't want to elaborate, and I didn't think it would be wise to push her. Just the thought of Tanya upsetting Bella with questions about things she didn't want to talk about made my blood boil. And then I wondered why I felt that way.

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"I promised Tanya she could stay. I'm sorry, Edward." Bella reached up and gave me another chaste kiss.

We were saying goodbye in front of the open door, and I didn't want to leave. I tried to talk Bella into letting me stay—my suggestion was that Tanya could sleep on the couch when she began to protest. The claws had come out then, because Tanya had heard my comment, and she threw a fucking fit. She said it wouldn't kill me to go home and let her have some time with Bella without me around.

Again, the fact my sister was stealing my girlfriend away from me pissed me off. I got that they were friends first, but damn it, I wanted to sleep with Bella. And for the first time ever, sex didn't have to be involved. I'd kind of liked cuddling with her earlier—who knew?—and I hated Tanya just a little bit for blocking me from doing so.

"Fine. See you in the morning then? I can pick you guys up if you want." I nuzzled my face into the side of her neck, placing small kisses on the skin.

"Mmmm. That would be great. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be here."

I held her face in between my hands, tilting her head up and pressing my lips against hers, trying to coax her mouth open. She responded, and as her tongue tangled with mine, I became lost in her kiss. Pulling her body closer, I ran my hands down her back and gripped her tightly to me.

She drew her lips away from me, resting her head against my chest. I didn't want to leave, at all, but I knew I had to. I let go and walked toward my car. Taking one last look before I got in, I could see a large smile gracing her face. I jumped inside and pulled out of the driveway before I said fuck it and went back inside.

Arriving home, the house felt empty and cold, more so than it ever had before. Taking the stairs two at a time, I went in my bedroom and changed for bed. The day's events had worn me out. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, dreaming about a future with brown hair and brown eyes.

So, um, yeah. Hopefully, that little bit of lemonade was satisfying. And I'm curious to know what you guys think of Bella and Edward after their little talk.

As always, you can find me on Twitter as shelikethesound. If I forget or don't have time to post teasers, I usually will put them up there. There will be a little time jump next chapter; a necessary evil, I'm afraid. Until next time.