Cherry has turned hick and Mia is amused. My girls are amusing hicks.
Readers- A lot of yells were given, as well as love. And yet, not a single cupcake. I like cupcakes.
Chapter Ten: Fighting and Friction
"…and you didn't sweep the floor…"
She smells like strawberries as she licks my neck.
"You didn't even answer when I called…"
In and out. In and out. His fingers fill me, thrusting again and again.
"How many times do I have to tell you…"
You like her rubbing your pussy? You like that, baby bird?
"Bella!"
Mama snaps me out of thoughts, sternly glaring with angry eyes. "Are you listening to me, child? You actin' too big for your britches lately, Bella."
My head is throbbing. I had barely snuck into bed before Mama arrived home, and I didn't get a chance to sleep off my hangover.
"I'm sorry, Mama."
"Damn right you are. Now clean up this kitchen! I'm gonna get prettied up and head to Esme's to check on her boy. Don't you dare leave this house while I'm gone. I want it shinin' by the time I get back."
Mama storms off and I panic.
"Wait! Can't you go later?" I have to call Cadillac. What if Esme tells Mama we're dating?
Mama turns around and looks at me funny. "Clean this mess up, Bella."
Once I hear the water turn on in the shower, I scramble for the phone. I stare at the receiver, realizing I don't even have his number. How the fuck do I not have his number? I flip through the notepad on the counter, where Mama writes down everybody's information. When I make it to the end without seeing Esme's name, my heart starts to beat a thousand times a minute.
Wait, they met two years ago. It's gotta be near the front. I turn back to the beginning of the notepad and there it is, scribbled in the corner on the third page. I dial, tapping my foot impatiently.
Please pick up. Please pick up.
On the fifth ring, someone finally answers.
"Hello?" It's a male voice, but it ain't Cadillac. Crap, it's Carlisle.
"Um, is Cad- I mean is Edward there?"
"I'm sorry, he's not home. Can I take a message?"
"Ummm…" I freeze, not knowing what to do.
"Is this Bella, Renee's daughter?"
How did he know who-
As if he can read my mind, he answers for me. "We have caller id. Bella, how did you meet Edward?"
I swallow, not liking the turn of this conversation. "In town."
Carlisle sighs, and I can hear his breathing through the line. "Bella, I don't know you, but I'm going to give you a bit of advice. Edward is not the type of boy you should be associating with. That's my son, and it's hard for me to say, but he's no good. He's troubled, and he doesn't make wise decisions. You seemed like a very nice girl when we met, so I take heed of my words, and stay away from Edward. You're going to get in something you can't get yourself out of. Do you understand what I'm saying to you?"
My hand trembles as I grasp the phone. "Yes, sir."
"Good. Don't call here again."
The line goes dead.
"Bella! Grab my hairbrush out of my purse!" Mama yells from the bathroom, but all I can do is stand there.
If Esme tells Mama about me, Carlisle is going to be the least of my worries.
...
Alice helps me fold the laundry, stacking Mama's clothes in a pile.
"Are you okay, Bella?"
No, I'm not okay. I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm scared of what's happening at the Cullen house. I miss Cadillac.
"I'm fine."
Alice goes through the basket, searching for a matching sock. "You don't look fine. And I barely see you anymore. All you do is hang out with Cadillac now. And those mean girls. I saw ya'll all walking from Dirty's the other day. You never even invited me."
"Won't my choice, Al. Wherever he goes, they go. I didn't not invite you on purpose."
She doesn't believe me. She thinks I'm intentionally ignoring her. That ain't it. I guess I just forgot about her, and that makes me a horrible friend.
So, I tell her everything.
I explain about Cadillac and the parties, and about hiding our relationship from Mama. I tell her about his late night visits and the words he says to me. I describe last night's party and leave out no details.
I watch her facial expressions change from neutral to shock and back to neutral by the time I'm done.
Alice has completely forgotten about the laundry and just stares at me.
I expect her to ask about the party, but she just covers my hands with hers. "He's 18, Bella. Ain't that crossing some sort of line?"
My face turns red with anger. "Why is ere'body focused on that? Nobody said nothing when Jane dated Demetri! Seniors date underclassmen all the time. Hell, isn't your daddy five years older than your mama? They got married when she was 17! Why is it an issue with me?"
"Their boyfriends aren't having threesomes in basements, that's why!"
I pull my hands back. She didn't understand. "You think Cadillac forced me, is that it?"
Her silence gives me my answer. "Well, he didn't. I wanted to do it, Al. I liked it. I liked doin' something different for once. I like that he treats me like an adult. Ere'one around here treats me like a baby. Rose and Emily and all of them, they don't. They invite me to stuff and they don't leave me out. They don't constantly bring up my age. They let me make my own decisions. Maybe, Al, they're lettin' me be who I am."
"And this…" She sweeps her hand in a dramatic motion. "This is who you want to be? That girl everyone whispers about?"
"Yeah, I reckon I do. I want to stop living in this shell of this fucked up life I have. You know what we did after the party, Al? We sat around and played cards. McCarty just turned the lights back on and we all just hung out. Nobody made a big deal about anything. We laughed and we joked and it was fun. But you wouldn't understand, 'cause you don't get it. You got this whole thing going and it's simple, like you know what you want. College and staying in Forks the rest of your life. I'm taking risks. I want to do things I've never done, go places I've never been. I want to do it all. And I want to do it with Cadillac."
"Okay, okay." Alice squeezes my hand, trying to get me to calm down. "I get it, Bella. I do. I just don't want him taking advantage of you, that's all."
"He's not. I think…" I exhale, finally admitting the truth. "Deep down, it's me taking advantage of him. That's wrong, I suppose. But I don't feel like this little girl, Al. You haven't seen the things I have, been worried about where your next meal is coming from, or wondered if your mama is gonna come home. I know you ain't got money either, but you got both of your parents. I don't. And Cadillac gets that. He knows I've had it rough. He mentioned once that I was escaping. I reckon it's true. But he's my ticket out of here. I don't care where I end up, as long as I'm with him. Do you know what he told me?"
Alice shakes her head.
"He told me it won't destiny that put us together, but that he was lost and was searching for me."
I stare at the window, longing for something I don't see.
"But I won't hiding, Al. My heart wanted to be found."
...
When Mama comes home in a good mood, I know my name didn't come up. I'm glad 'cause I've had an exhausting day. She says little James is back on his feet, and though I already know, I nod like I don't.
I cook Mama supper and she lies down for a bit before leaving for work. She's barely out the driveway when Cadillac shows up.
He looks a little worse for wear, like he ain't been sleeping.
"Where have you been all day?"
Cadillac takes off his shoes, dropping them to the floor. He climbs onto the bed and draws me near him. We lie on our sides as he cradles me into his arms. "I hung out at Emmett's. I didn't know if I should come and see you."
I stay in my position, staring at the wall. "Why's that?"
I can feel him breathing on my neck, contemplating on what to say next. "I figured you'd be mad at me or something. 'Bout last night. I'd been drinking and smoking and maybe I shouldn't have…maybe we shouldn't have…"
I groan, exasperated by his words. Why did everyone assume they knew how I felt?
"Well, I'm not, so drop it."
I get the feelin' he's gonna try to apologize. I don't want to hear it. There's nothing to say sorry for. I was drunk too, but I knew what I was doing.
And I know what I want to do now.
I maneuver my way out of his arms, removing all my clothes except for my panties.
He starts to protest as I pull his jeans off and climb on top of him. I cover his lips with a single finger. I rock against him, but his hands are trembling, not touching me.
"You don't want me?"
"I don't…I do…I want to be better than what everyone thinks of me. I want to be better for you. We're moving too fast, Dimples. You don't think I couldn't have taken you already? I could have, but you're not ready." His green eyes are pained, like he's fighting a battle he'll never win. "I made alotta mistakes in my life, Dimples. I don't want you to be one of them."
"So show me. Show me what I'm missing."
I know I'm not being fair, pushing him to his limits, but I can tell he wants me to. I can see it in his eyes and the way he's now gripping my thighs.
He flips me over so quickly I never see it coming. I lift off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. My panties are damp just from seeing his broad chest. His skin is tanned from the summer sun.
"I could have you, Dimples." He whispers it, pulling my arm underneath me and using his free hand to trace up and down my body. I try to buck my hips, but he holds me firmly, teasing me with light fingertips.
"I could kiss you here." Cadillac dips his head, kissing the curve underneath my breast. His nose skims the outline, driving me insane.
"And suck on you here." White teeth slightly pull on my nipple as his tongue flicks back and forth over it. I'll never get use to this.
I don't want to.
"I could touch you here." He rubs the outside of my panties, feeling the evidence of how aroused I am. The pressure builds with every stroke of his flat palm, moving me, breaking me into pieces.
"And then I'd part your legs…" Cadillac lifts up my right leg, wrapping it around him. I don't know who's creating the fire, him or me.
But it's burning us both.
"I'd fill up your tight little hole..." He presses his bulging boxers against me, our foreheads touching. His dirty words make me whimper, and I ache to actually bite him, to taste what he's making me feel.
"Make you scream my name..." He licks my bottom lip and rocks against the part of me that wants him the most. This isn't like before. He's trying to give me everything and nothing all at the same time.
"I'd fuck you, Dimples." The thrust is hard. Once. Twice. Three controlled, slow times.
The friction is not enough.
"I'd fuck you so hard, I'd lose my breath." He speeds up, pushing upward as I grab onto his arms. My fingernails dig into his skin, trying to grasp every part of him. He pounds again and again and again.
I choke on my words, unable to form a sound. My back arches, but it isn't because of him.
It's for him.
"But then, I wouldn't be able to talk." Cadillac is gasping, losing restraint as our hot bodies slide together in a maddening rhythm. My head falls back on the pillow, but he pulls me to him, keeping his eyes focused on mine.
"I couldn't tell you that you're everything to me. That you're mine." I cling to him, coming apart as shockwaves ripple through me. He stops thrusting, holding his constrained cock against the soft part of my panties. He shudders and our mouths collide. We kiss hungrily as we fall together, shaking through our orgasms.
"I wouldn't be able to confess the one thing you need to know…" Cadillac's lips hover over mine for five thundering heartbeats. I don't recognize the way he's gazing at me, the way light shines from his pupils. But it's there as he murmurs his last words.
"I love you, Bella."