Kiss Me Now, Kiss Me Never
Chapter Nine—Cherry on Top
Betaed by kyla713
Edward
"I'll explain everything," my father said. "But first I have to know if you two have kissed."
"No!" Bella spat, but closed her eyes immediately. Her anger faded away into a whisper. "I can't kiss him. I won't do that to him."
Her eyes were on mine, and for the life of me, I couldn't look away. She really wanted me—the real me. Not the man that hid behind meaningless fucks and one night stands. She wanted something real with me, and not just awesome sex. I wasn't sure how I read all of that in her eyes, but I did.
No one had ever looked at me like that. I was wanted.
"Look, Ms. Swan," Carlisle said as he took another step closer to Bella. Her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared in barely contained anger or something else. He was pushing his luck and she was trying to control herself.
I wondered for a moment just how often she'd had someone attempt to force himself on her. Fuck. That would fuck with someone's head immensely. It was already doing a number in my mind. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and hide her away on some secluded island to have her to myself—safe. I shook the thoughts from my head, I was positive that I was sounding just as obsessive and scary as those before me had.
"Sorry," he said softly, defensively. He held his hands up and took a step back to show her that he wasn't going to try anything. "I know I must've scared you, but I was desperate for a solution."
"By trying to kiss my mother?" she scoffed, closing her eyes again. I could see her hands clenching and unclenching along her sides. She looked like a cornered little animal, as if she wanted to run but couldn't.
Jesus. Fuck.
I stepped toward her, because I desperately wanted to comfort her. "Baby," I whispered. She jumped another step back when she realized how close I was. I held up my hands up, stepping in between her and my father. "It's fine, Bella. I wouldn't let him do anything even if he'd been affected." She nodded minutely, her breathing coming in harsh pants.
I recognized all the signs before me; sweat beaded across her forehead, her body was tight with tension, heavy breathing. She was on the fringes of having a panic attack.
I needed to get her mind off her anxiety, but I also wanted answers. "Can you explain this encounter with my father to me please?" I hope that if I got her talking, the fear would leave her.
If I didn't find out what happened soon, my imagination would drive me insane. I turned to him before Bella could answer. "Are you in love with her?" His face was ashen white, his age and weariness was clearly defined in his graying hair.
I heard Bella shift beside me, and I felt her fingertips against my hip. Slowly, almost tentatively, her hand slid into mine. She had no idea what that did to me, and neither did I.
"I never made it past Isabella," he explained. "I didn't kiss either of them."
"But my knee kissed your crotch," Bella hissed beside me. I cocked my head toward her and snorted.
"Are you telling me, you're the one that had my dad limping late one night and having to ice his junk?"
She smiled impishly, nodding. "Should I tell him how it happened?"
"First, Edward and Isabella," he started as he gestured for us to follow him. "I'll tell you the reason why."
"I'd like to know what happened first," I said.
"Nothing much," Bella said thoughtfully. "I may have overreacted."
My dad snickered. Bella leveled him a glare that had him moving a little faster. "Anyway," Bella continued as made our way toward my father's study. "He knocked on the door asking for my mother. I told him straight out she wasn't taking any visitors and to leave. I think at the time I believed he was one of her—" she quirked an eyebrow in question, I nodded. "—victims. She wasn't in a state to handle those kinds of visitors, plus your dad looked a little crazed."
"Admittedly, I was," he said bemused. "I hadn't slept in over a week, finally reaching a breakthrough with the curse."
"He hadn't mentioned a curse, only something about someone getting married."
I winced at the reminder of my mother's nuptials the previous year and her subsequent divorce in February.
"Yes. Esme, Edward's mother, was remarrying that week," he said as he opened the door to his study. He gestured for us to take a seat. He went to the nearest bottle of amber liquid and poured a glass. I sighed, looking away. I hated seeing him do this to himself.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Bella said softly, looking and sounding sincere. "As I said your father wasn't making much sense. The only words I caught at the time were marrying, kiss and my mother's name. To me, he sounded like someone she may have kissed before. When he tried to push past me, I hurt him. Then when he got up, figuring he couldn't get past me without more pain, he took my face in his hands."
I waited, holding my breath. "And I kissed her nose," my father said softly. "I could see fear and pain in her eyes. I couldn't do that to her."
A rush of breath left me in relief. "Thank God," I said. "I'd hate to worry about you falling all over her like Jasper."
The glass in my father's hand fell on top of his desk. "He's kissed her?"
"Wait," Bella said. "You seem to know what my curse can do to a person. How do you know?"
He drove his hands through his hair roughly, cleaning the mess on his desk. "I'll show you both what I found out last year in a minute. Please tell me about Jasper. Alice hasn't been home since the other night."
Alice, my sweet cousin, had been living with my father to save for a house and keep an eye on my father. Since my parent's divorce, he never allowed himself to move on. Every ounce of his free time had been devoted to finding a way to break our curse.
He felt that if it was broken, that my mother would love him again.
"She hasn't answered her cell phone the few times I tried her," I said as took a seat in a chair, pulling Bella onto my lap. She tried to protest, but I insisted. I just needed her close.
"When did it happen?" he asked, looking straight at Bella.
"When did what happen?" she said suspiciously.
"He must've kissed you for the curse to fall upon him," he said a little harshly as if it was Bella's fault.
"He was excited that his band won a spot on stage for a weekly gig," Bella started with a shrug. "He kissed me. It was my fault, I didn't expect it." I squeezed her hand and shook my head at her.
"Not your fault, baby," I whispered and pressed a kiss on her temple.
"Actually," my father said solemnly. "It could be her fault. Well, not directly. It may have been one of her ancestors."
Bella stiffened in my arms, watching as my father went to a large set of doors that he kept his World Map behind. Bella and I gasped as he opened them. Behind the doors was a wall of pictures, newspaper clippings, pins and strings stretching across papers. It was something I'd never been privy to; it was the accumulation of all his findings.
"What is this?" Bella asked.
"I've traced our curse—" my father said, looking at the wall "—starting from you, Edward, and all the way up to the first known cursed ancestor." He tapped a copy of a painting of man, dated in the early eighteen hundreds.
My gaze fell on a color photo of me pinned at the bottom of the tree my father had created, as he continued. "He was the first known case, but not the original."
"Anthony," Bella whispered as she stood up, walking over to the wall. Bella traced a finger over a face in picture at the very top. "I've dreamt of him."
"Anthony William Masen," he said. "At first, I thought nothing of him because he had died at such a young age."
"How?" Bella asked, cocking her head to look at him. She gasped when saw another picture beside Anthony. Her hand shook as she stepped back. "Becca."
"Rebecca Ann Websterson," my father said. "How do you know her?"
"I've dreamed of her, too."
I stood up, not recognizing the figure in the picture. The woman had long, dark curly hair with dark eyes. There was no warmth in her eyes or face.
"She was to marry Anthony," Carlisle said softly. "They never married though. As I said, I thought nothing of him until I read about his death. He was murdered. Details are sketchy, and most of the information was lost in a fire. But I did find out that he was involved with another woman."
He tapped another photo; it was grainy and appeared to be a bad copy. "Beverly," I said. "This is the woman I've had those weird dreams of since I was fifteen. She was attacked by wolves."
"What?" Bella said loudly, turning to face me. "I've had that same dream, too. What the hell does that mean?"
"Beverly Weatherby," my father said softly. "I'm not sure what it all means. However, I'm sure they're a part of why this all started."
"You think because of Anthony's betrayal, that he became cursed? That doesn't explain my family's curse." Bella looked at my father with questions in her eyes.
"Well considering you're both having these dreams," he said looking at the map and then back at Bella. "Maybe it's not two curses. Maybe its only one."
"One?" I asked. "Why?"
"I don't know the why. Bella, you said 'Anthony's betrayal,' why do you believe that?"
Bella closed her eyes for a moment as if to concentrate. "He never told her of their engagement, and she had given herself to him. He told her that he had to marry Becca despite that."
"How does your curse work?"
"One kiss," she whispered as tears welled in her eyes.
"Why only one for your side and three on ours," my father said more to himself. "I've been trying to find more information on the three of them. Haven't found much as of yet. I know that Rebecca was convicted for the murder of Anthony and Beverly."
"That doesn't surprise me," Bella whispered. "In my last dream, she was vicious, and Beverly heard her argue with Anthony's father."
"There has to be a way to find out more," I said, watching my father. "You went to Bella's mother to kiss her, why?"
My father started to pace and he looked exhausted. "Once I found out that there was some kind of love triangle, and about Beverley's family, I sought out her descendants."
"She had none if she died that young," Bella pointed out.
"Yes, but she had a brother and a sister." He pointed a picture that looked like Bella, only older. "Your mother was the last one I traced. I thought if I kissed her once, and since we're both descendants, that it'd break the curse."
"It wouldn't break it," I said softly. Shit, I shouldn't have said anything. It was obvious we were still cursed after secretly kissing her.
"You don't know that, Edward." I could hear the plea in his voice.
I shook my head. "There's something to the fact that it's three kisses for us and only one for her."
"He's right," Bella said gently. "We can't do anything until we know the contents of the curse. I'm not going to risk Edward falling under it."
"You have to at least try." My father looked frustrated and irritated, not that I blamed him. "I've looked everywhere for more information!"
"Not in my grandmother's attic." Bella smiled slightly. "In one of her trunks, she had these diaries that she used to show me of some of my ancestors." She shook her head. "I never understood why they were so important."
"Are you telling me that Beverly's diary may be in there?" He suddenly grasped Bella's shoulders, desperation in his eyes.
"Dad," I said loudly, pulling him away from her. "Calm down, you're scaring her." Bella nuzzled my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist. My father apologized profusely and begged for an answer.
"I'm not sure if her diary will be there," Bella said softly. "But it's worth a try."
"Where are they?" he asked.
"Italy."
~oOo~
Bella, along with my father and me, spent the rest of the morning trying to get someone to get the trunk from Italy. Bella spoke with her father about where to procure keys to the small villa.
My father was adamant that we take precautions about the contents of the trunk. The chances that all the diaries had remained intact were minimal. He insisted on going to Italy himself to ensure the safety of the books.
It was set for my father to leave in a few days, and a book preserver would be meeting him there to help.
We were all sitting in his study when we heard steps in the hallway. Alice stood at the doorway, watching us in horror and hurt.
"What is she doing here?" she asked me, but turned away. Her wide reddened eyes were glaring at Bella with such fire that she took a step back.
"I asked her to come here with me," I answered.
Alice's gaze snapped to mine. "How could you?" she screamed as tears started to fall from her eyes. "My own heart was torn from my chest by her and you bring her to my home."
"You don't understand, Alice," Bella said softly.
Alice ignored her, looking past us at the wall behind us. "Who is that?" She approached the board and touched Beverly's picture.
Bella cleared her throat and whispered, "My ancestor."
Alice touched Anthony's next. "He looks like Edward, except his hair is lighter. She looks like Bella, and this looks like Angela." Her fingertip touched the picture my father said was of Becca.
"Who?" Bella asked.
"The first person Edward kissed three times. Angela Weber."
Bella whipped to look at me. "You're from Forks?"
"No, but we lived in Port Angeles for a couple of years."
"What are the chances of the one person that made my life a living hell when I was younger be the first person you kissed to drive away?" Bella turned to look at me.
"I have no idea, but I met her at a party, she was upset," I said, trying to remember. "I didn't believe in the curse though. She was drunk and she kept trying to kiss me, so I tested out my curse with her first."
"I'll have to look into her ancestry," my father said with a shrug. "Just to be on the safe side."
Bella shook her head. "I just remembered something."
"What is it?" I asked as I took her in my arms again.
"The last dream I had, was after Beverly was saved, Becca paid a visit to her."
"The dreams started again?" My father asked me. "For you both?" I nodded.
"The night after I met Bella," I replied.
"Mine too," Bella whispered. "Are we like some freaking resurrections of Beverly and Anthony?"
"Hell," I said with a shrug. "At this point I'm willing to believe anything."
"I think I understand what's happening," Alice said. "But can someone explain what all this means for Jasper?"
~oOo~
After talking with Alice about what we discovered, and the severity of Jasper's involvement she finally agreed to go check on him. Though she was upset, she understood that it wasn't Jasper's fault. She made it clear before leaving, that as long as the curse was in place, she could never be with him. She still couldn't accept Bella's apologizes. She wasn't ready for that yet.
The drive to Bella's house was quiet as we both tried to make sense of everything we discovered. She disrupted the silence with a soft sigh.
"Tell me what you're thinking," I said urgently.
"I'm thinking about my pool and you naked," she said, laughing. I took her hand in mine, placing them of the shift.
"I have no objections to that, love," I said with a wink. My voice lowered a bit, cautious. "But first I need to know that we're alright. I know hearing all that wasn't easy."
"So much needless suffering because of a broken heart and betrayal," she whispered.
"I refuse to believe that Anthony truly betrayed her," I said firmly. "I had a dream recently where he ran after Beverly after telling her that he couldn't be with her. He didn't want to do it, hurt her, I mean. He screamed and cried as he held her when he thought she was gone."
"I think you're right about that," Bella said softly. "In my dreams, Beverly knew deep down he was only marrying Becca out of obligation. She was just angry, hurt."
"Have you had anymore dreams of Becca?" Bella shook her head, saying she didn't want to talk about it anymore. I brought our hands to my lips, kissing hers softly. "For the rest of the weekend, it's just us."
Bella smiled sweetly at me. "Just me and you. No curse?"
"No curse."
~oOo~
Once we arrived at her place, she gave me a grand tour of her property. She had a lovely home, with all the modern amenities. However, her master bathroom was currently going through renovation.
We had a light lunch and headed outside, hand in hand. "So now you're a farmer?" I teased as we walked out of her fenced backyard.
"I'm a cherry farmer," she snickered.
"I like your cherry," I said, laughing.
She slapped my arm and pulled me closer so she could lay her head on my shoulder. "I have about seventeen and a half acres of cherries. I had bought the place right before the harvest. It was a frenzy for a couple of days."
"You're not the one taking care of the trees, right?"
"Of course not," Bella said. "I know nothing about it, just sign the paychecks."
"Still," I mused. "It has to be a lot of work."
"It is, right now, Jacob's in charge of pruning them just right."
I stilled. "Jacob?"
She rolled her eyes and walked toward a large modern barn. "Jacob," Bella called out.
"Who the fuck is Jacob?"
"I told you, he tends to the trees," Bella said. "What's wrong?"
I had no idea. Well, yes I did but I wasn't about to admit it to her. Bella's eyes widened. "Oh my God," Bella said, smirking. "You're jealous."
"No."
She only grinned and her smile widened as she looked over my shoulder. I heard someone running toward us. I turned to see a huge guy, with no fucking shirt on.
This was Jacob—fuck.
"Hey, Jake," Bella said. "How's it going?"
This boy had to be at least three inches taller than me, and all freaking muscle. He probably had twenty pounds over me. It didn't help that he had one of those six-pack abs and no damn chest hair. Plus, he was looking at her, adoringly. I didn't like him one bit.
"I had to fix a few leaks in the northeast corner," he said, his eyes darting from Bella and me, then to our intertwined hands.
That's right, fucker. She's with me.
"Other than that, everything's cool." He smiled down at Bella.
"That's great. Any trouble this week?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," Jacob said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Paul came by again."
"Damn, I was afraid of that."
"He's the one that's been following you around," I said, watching the brief glance Jacob and Bella shared. My free hand clenched in irrational jealousy and anger. They were close, that much was obvious. The question was how close have they been?
"Yes, I have a restraining order on him," Bella said as she looked up at me. "It's fine, Edward. Jacob stays here for that reason."
"He fucking lives here!"
Jacob laughed. "It's not like that with Bella. Believe me." He may have said that, but the look in his eyes told me he wanted something from her.
I gave him a hard glare, which he matched—game fucking on, pup. I had to make sure he understood by the end of this weekend that Bella was mine.
Thankfully, my insanely hot girlfriend was oblivious.
~oOo~
After we walked Bella's property, we showered and decided to watch television. We were both exhausted from such a long day. Though I wanted to fuck her senseless all the time, I also enjoyed just being around her.
We were watching some movie with lots of explosions but I was barely aware of it. I sat in the corner of her large living room sectional with Bella's head in my lap. One of my hands was in hers, lying on her stomach. The other idly played with her hair.
Bella was distracting me, because she was in nothing but a pair of cropped pants and a tank top. Oh yeah, and these hot strappy heels.
After another twenty minutes, I decided to try watching the movie. I felt Bella move gently and nuzzle my thigh with her nose. The little gesture had me hard in a second. Fuck—I'd never get enough of this woman.
"What are you doing?" I asked, watching her.
She shifted on the couch, her fingers slipping from my hand. She removed her pants with a shimmy of hips, and I noticed that she'd gone commando. I groaned, unable to stop the lift of my hips. Damn, what was this woman doing to me?
"Watching a movie," she answered coyly.
"Does it usually require you to be naked?" I didn't mind one bit; in fact, I was going to suggest that she go naked all weekend.
Fuck, her legs were gorgeous; all that soft skin along the insides of her delectable thighs. My mouth watered, I desperately wanted to bury my face in between them.
She batted her lashes at me innocently. "It does now."
I groaned as she shifted on my lap so that her mouth was directly over my crotch. Thankfully, I was wearing only some sweats and a t-shirt, something easily remedied. I tugged on the hem of her top, and she pulled it off quickly. She teased me by blowing her warm breath over my covered erection. I watched as she turned the rest of her body to lie on her stomach, her delicious ass up so I could touch. She lifted her heeled feet in the air, swinging them.
The sweet little smile she wore when she looked up at me had me moaning. Fuck, how could she be so sweet and hot at the same time? She didn't allow me the time to remove my clothing, going for the kill immediately. In seconds, she had my erection exposed the cool air, and then in her wonderful mouth. My arms rested on the top edge of the couch, but her backside was there for me to do with as I pleased. I smacked it lightly, earning a fuckhot moan, the vibration doing fantastic things to my cock.
An explosion from the stereo and movie had me jumping in surprise. Bella smiled around me, laughing gently. I grinned and grabbed the remote to turn the system off.
Bella had this amazing system, as I pressed buttons everything quieted and her television lowered slowly into what looked like a chest.
Once the distraction was gone, I realized I could see us in the large mirror that was directly behind where the television once was.
"Fuck," I groaned at the sight. I loved seeing Bella's naked body draped across the couch and her head in my lap. If I could, I'd take a fucking picture, but then again, I was positive I'd never forget the image. It was permanently etched in my mind.
I ran my hand over her ass and along her spine, reveling in the light arch of her body into my touch. She moaned again, causing me to buck myself further into her mouth.
"Bella," I groaned as my head fell back. She teased and tormented me, bringing me to the brink twice before she took me inside her further. "Fuck. Please."
Her fingers played and stroked, only adding to all the sensations tightening the knot in my abdomen. A single fingernail lightly scraped against me, the slightest bit of pain only enhanced the pleasure of her mouth. Unable to control myself, my hips lifted to meet her mouth every time she moved away. With an embarrassingly loud cry of her name, I came hard.
She lengthened my orgasm with the sweet little nips and licks that had me twitching for a few minutes. Gently, she tucked me inside my sweats and placed a small kiss over my cock. When it twitched in response, she started laughing.
I growled and smacked her ass hard. She squealed and tried to get away from me, as if I'd allow that to happen. She was scrambling off the couch, laughing. Her pert bottom was on display as she crawled away from me.
"You find something funny," I growled, taking a hold of her hips. Once my hands found purchase, I swung her around and threw her bodily against the sofa. She was breathing hard, her eyes alit with that warmth I'd come to love. She was still laughing. I nipped at her nose, earning another series of giggles and snorts. I smiled and bit at her shoulder. "There's nothing funny about my cock, babe."
She grinned, wrapping her arms around my neck. "There is if it twitches every time I look at it."
"Does not," I said, slightly irritated.
She poignantly looked in between our bodies, hers naked, mine still clothed, and low and behold—it twitched.
"Huh." I looked back at her smug face, and she stuck out her tongue. "Tease."
Her smile fell. Fuck. She didn't need a reminder of what we couldn't do when we were together. I needed to show her how I felt, even though I knew neither of us were ready for the words.
I bent to kiss her along her jaw, nip beneath her ear as a soft moan escaped her. "I know we can't kiss," I whispered. "And you may feel that without it, we lack intimacy." I laid open-mouthed kisses along the curve where her neck met her shoulder. "I don't." My hands swept away from her face and down her body. "Because when I kiss you here—" I pressed a kiss against her pulse. "—I feel your soul touch mine."
She moaned softly, whimpered as my fingers brushed the underside of her breasts. "Edward," she gasped, her eyes closing of their own volition. Her fingers dug into my back, I arched and quickly threw my t-shirt off. I wanted to feel all of her—skin to skin. She looked up at me, her cheeks flushed and her lips were tantalizingly wet. Straddling her hips, my fingers sought to touch her—explore her.
I brushed the tips of my fingers over her cheeks, under her eyes and her bottom lip. It quivered under my touch, I gasped at the warmth there. "Do you feel that?" I asked, curious if she felt what I felt. In that touch, I felt her—all of her. I felt her emotions as they came closer to the surface. I swept my fingers over her chin, neck and chest gently. "Do you feel that when I touch you—" she whimpered and gasped as I brushed over her. "—you sing to me."
"That's the cheesiest line, ever," she teased, smiling up at me.
I shrugged and smirked. "Can't help it. It's what you do to me." My thumbs brushed over her nipples, her peaks already wonderfully erect.
"Edward," she gasped, her back arching off the couch. "I do feel it every time you touch me, every time you look at me. Even now, I see it in how you look at me."
I stood up and removed my pants, tossing them aside. "Now you'll see me—no us—as we make love." I took her hand and helped her to her feet. I sat back down, ensuring that I had a good seat in front of the mirror. Knowingly, she sat between my legs, her back to my chest.
I wrapped my arms around her, both of our gazes on the mirror across from us. "Do you see how good we look together?" I whispered, kissing her cheek. She nodded, her chest softly rising and falling. She watched as my hands slid up her thighs, gently parting her knees. She gasped as I groaned. She was gloriously wet, flushed skin between her sweet thighs. "You have the most wonderful responses to me. When I touch you here," I said, circling her navel with a fingertip. "You—" she whimpered "—do that."
"No one has ever touched me as you do, Edward," she murmured, smiling as her lips pressed against my jaw. "I love your response to this." Her hand tugged at my hair. I growled, curling my lips around her ear. I bucked my hips against her ass and her head fell back.
"Watch," I demanded. I took her earlobe between my teeth, as I wrapped an arm around her chest, grasping a hold of her breast to keep her close to me. I rested her bottom on the couch, my erection pressed against the small of her back. I situated my legs on either side of hers, and bent slightly so that her arms rested on my knees. We watched as my free hand slid down her arm, past her navel to her warm sex where I cupped her. She cried out my name as four of my fingers brushed against her, my thumb resting along the junction between her thigh and hip.
Bella arched into my touch, her hands reached behind her, taking my hair in her fingers again. "Watch," I whispered in her ear again, taking the soft skin between my teeth. Slowly I slipped a finger inside of her. She gasped and trembled in my arms, sighing as my finger delved deeper.
I watched as her head fell back, cradled in the crook of my shoulder. I took her ear in my mouth, suckling it lightly. Another finger joined the first as her hips started to move faster. Her eyes snapped to the mirror, her mouth falling open as she watched me take her over the edge. I pressed my thumb over her most sensitive area and she cried out as she came.
Our breathing was labored, our eyes heavily lidded and our skin was flushed and shone with sweat. We were perfect for each other; I only hoped she could see it, too.
Slowly, I lifted her off the couch and slipped inside her. We both groaned and stilled as I filled her—completed us. With our legs spread open, we could see as I moved inside her. I growled and shifted my hand on her breast to pinch her nipple. She mewled and arched into my touch, moving against me.
Her hand fell to where we were joined, her fingers pressing against me every time I slipped out of her. I groaned unable to take my eyes off us. Her fingers slipped further down, playing and toying with me, enriching and lengthening the experience.
Soon it became too much for her, her head fell back on my shoulder, but my eyes remained on us. Then I caught the other reflection in the mirror. Behind us was a pair of French doors that opened to Bella's backyard. Jacob stood outside the doors, frozen, watching us.
I was pissed and wanted to strangle him. However, at the same time, this was a way for Jacob to understand that she was mine.
"Who does this to you?" I asked, nipping at her shoulder, grinding into her harder.
"You."
"Who?" I stilled until she cried out in frustration.
"Only you do, Edward!"
I grinned as Jacob took a step back. "Tell me who makes you scream."
"Edward," she cried out as my movements became animalistic and territorial. "Oh God, only you! Please touch me!"
I growled, forgetting about everyone and everything as I poured every ounce of my energy to bring her to completion. I shifted, pulling my legs together and lying my feet on the coffee table in front of me. I gently laid a hand on her back, between her shoulder blades. She caught herself as she fell forward onto her hands and grasped my calves.
"Hold on, baby," I gasped, the penetration deeper than ever before. My hands ran over her ass, where grasped her hips and moved her over me. Her feet fell to the floor, only adding to the advantage. I stroked inside her at almost inhumane speeds, and she fucking loved it.
I needed more. My hands slipped from her hips, up the sides of her body, grazed her bouncing breasts until the finally curved around her shoulder.
"Fuck," I groaned. Together we moved and thrust against each other. She cried out suddenly, harshly as she clenched around me. I cursed again; she was so tight and felt so good, that seconds later, I spilled inside her.
When I looked up at the mirror, Jacob was gone. I'd find him later, just to make sure he understood.
"Edward," Bella mumbled a few minutes later. Her breathing still not under control, it felt good to know that I was the reason for that.
"Hmm."
"My toes are numb," she whispered.
"Mine, too."
"Yay."
I grinned and slapped her bottom. She pulled away, taking the warmth of her away from my cock. I took my feet of the coffee table, and shifted us so we could lie on the couch. Soon we drifted to sleep.
Bella
I felt Edward's breath against my neck and felt the beat of his heart against my back. He may not have kissed me, however he seemed to be under my spell. I shook the thought from my mind, because I had to believe in something. I wanted to believe in him.
He was right though; I felt his love for me in his touch. The look on his face said he felt mine, too. I internally wished I'd be able to stay with him as I fell asleep.
Becca's nails bit into my skin, hissing I pulled from her weakly. How dare she take advantage of me while I lay ill?
"Be gone," I said hoarsely. "I wish nothing to do with you."
Becca only smiled, one that had chills running down my spine. I looked away from her, grasping at a glass of water that was on my nightstand, an inch too far from me. Quickly, Becca rose to her feet and handed me the cup. I eyed her warily, aware that the tension in the room had mounted.
What did she want with me? Hadn't she already won?
I looked away from her again, though I could still feel her eyes on me. So dark and cold were her eyes, they were cloaked in a cover of hate. I knew she hated me, it had been ingrained in my own family. Why had I chosen to fall in love with someone arranged to marry a Weberston? Even being indirectly associated with her, I knew my grandmother would be angry with me. Our families were bitter enemies and had been for over a century.
"What do you want from me?" I asked as I watched Becca cross the room. She stood just inside the door, opening it slightly. I sighed, letting out breath I was not aware of holding. If Becca opened the door, she would not dare attempt to hurt me.
"You don't have anything I want," Becca sneered, her dark eyes meeting mine. "I have him. Or I will."
"I do not understand why you choose to be with someone you do not love."
"Hush, child," Becca scoffed, drifting across the room to my bedside. "Do not speak of things you can not comprehend."
"I find marrying only for money and a wise merger amongst families a loveless endeavor."
"Who says Anthony does not love me?" Becca asked softly, leaning down to whisper. "Look out that door, into the hallway. Tell me what you see."
I turned and shifted to be able to see out the door. Anthony stood there, his head bent toward my friend and housekeeper, Rosalinda.
"Do you see how he whispers to her?" Becca asked, however did not wait for me to answer. "As secret lovers do." My breath hitched, stilling as I looked as Anthony's lips almost touched Rosalinda's ear. "He's telling her sweet words so that he could lay her in his bed."
I shook my head, Rosalinda's eyes widening at his words. It couldn't be true.
"He said them to me many times, even as he made love to me," Becca whispered sweetly. I turned from her and the scene before me. It was not true; she had to be lying. "He has the strangest birthmark near his navel. Almost looks like a small bird."
I gasped, how could she know this? No, she could not unless they had been together. How could he lie to me?
However, something inside me that said she was lying. Becca would do anything to get what she wanted. I had a find a way to know if Anthony truly loved me.
And destroy him if he did not.