A/N: Why oh why is Bree at Edward's surprise party?
You'll find out now.
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Ch. 10 - Loose Lips & Tight Spaces
Chapter Song Recs:
We are Young by Fun
Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye
BPoV:
It's funny, but it wasn't until that night of the pool party that I actually realized how much deeper than physical my feelings for you had gotten. That night…when she pushed and I pushed back… it awoke something in me…a dormant passion that up until that point I hadn't even known existed.
Turned out, I didn't even need Tuscany. I'd found passion right in the little town of Forks…
That was when I realized how far I was willing to take this game – not just for you, but for me too. Because even though I didn't quite yet recognize it for what it was, I let myself open up to hope that night. All breathless and confused in that dark, steamy room, for one small moment I allowed myself hope – the grand dream that maybe, just maybe, before the summer was over you'd see that there were other options for you that didn't include her as your happily ever after.
But little did I know in that room with you that night, that by waking up my long-dormant passion – the hope in me - I'd also awoken the beast in her…
OOOOOOOOOO
"Tonight! We are young! So let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter than the su-uun!"
"Isabella," Edward smirked and turned his face away from me when I went to flip his lip. He'd gotten so good that I rarely caught him anymore. "How many times can you sing this song?"
"As many times as I can get Jake to play it!" I laughed.
Edward shook his head, but I could see a smile lurking behind the beer bottle. For the past hour or so, we'd been walking around hand in hand, making rounds among his old friends: Leah and her dry humor, Becca and her sweet creativity, Sam was just a hoot, Jess was ditsy but fun, Tanya was so beautiful she gave Rose a run for her money – not that I'd ever tell Rose that - Ben and Eric were a couple of sweeties, Seth was a softy, Paul was a cool tough guy and well, yeah…Edward was reconnecting and get this – laughing. Ha!
Anyway, while he reconnected, I played the part I was getting paid fifteen grand to play: the gracious girlfriend - hanging with him here and there, mingling, helping Hoverer, Rose and Alice hand out appetizers, and making sure Jake kept this here back yard jumpin'!
After a while I took a walk over to the Tiki Bar and finally picked up a beer from Emmett – a beer which by the way would've gone great with a ciggy tonight, but life isn't perfect, is it?
Emmett clinked his bottle to mine.
"To my little brother and his pretty little girl."
"To your manly brother and his hot-ass woman!" I roared.
He laughed and I turned around and surveyed the area. I had to admit, Hoverer had done a pretty good job with this hoedown. Paper lanterns hung from strings and trees all over the place, giving the backyard a luminescent glow in the dark of night. The pool glowed with underwater lights – making it doubly tempting on this steamy evening. Emmett and Rose had set up one mighty yummy feast for the crowd; appetizers and pastries of all kinds circulated everywhere and were set out on a pretty table by the pool and-
And speaking of Hoverer, shit, she was heading my way with yet more people for me to meet - darn beautiful-soft-spoken-wanting-to-introduce-me-to-everyone-Hoverer.
I turned and tried to make my escape…
"Bella, honey, I'd like you to meet our friends, Doctor and Mrs. Tanner."
Aha.
I plastered a smile to my face before turning back around.
A dark haired older gentleman and his pretty - though big-eyed - wife stood opposite Esme and Carlisle.
"George, Mary, this is Edward's girlfriend, Bella Swan." Esme grinned widely - and sort of smugly I could've sworn. "She's been…a breath of fresh air so far this summer, and a huge help at planning Edward's party! We couldn't have pulled it off without her."
Say what?
We shook hands and made thirty seconds of pleasant small talk during which I spoke in full, grammatically correct sentences, maintained eye contact, squared my shoulders and stood up straight, as if I had a phone book on my head.
"Well it was nice to meet you, Bella," Mr. Tanner said – much to my relief because that pretend phone book on my head was getting pretty heavy. "I suppose we'll be seeing you with Edward at the annual Hospital Benefit next week?"
I blinked. "Oh. Yes, yes, of course. We shall see you both, shan't we?" I asked, because at some point during the conversation I seemed to have been possessed by an English princess.
They did one of those frowning-and-smiling-at-the-same-time things and then turned around – and Hoverer gave me a wink before she walked away with them.
Emmett started laughing heartily. I laughed with him, but really I was a bit confused, not only by my own British royalty impersonation, but what the heck was that intro all about anyway?
And what was this about an annual hospital benefit?
OOOOOOOOOO
I mingled – I'd found I was a really good mingler – and spent time with Edward, Jasper, Alice, Rose and Emmett. I tried my hand at deejaying with Jake but gave up on that quick-fast because Edward didn't seem to like my skills with the turntables based on the way he kept scowling at Jake and me. And since it was the dude's party and I didn't want to piss him off on his night, I moved away and left the scratchin' to Jake.
Cause yeah, Edward was relaxed tonight. No matter what else caught my attention, my eyes infallibly trailed back to him and his laughing.
And I wasn't the only one.
Bree, dressed in a pretty black cocktail dress that seemed just a tad bit out of place - Esme had said backyard pool party, hadn't she? - had arrived with Mike tonight.
Or maybe I was still feeling just the teeny, tiniest bit bitchy since that red meat comment a couple of weeks ago.
Anyway, her pretty dress fell just above her pretty knees, and her hair was up in a pretty bun, and her make-up was all pretty and yeah, she looked overall pretty; I was woman enough to admit it.
Oh, and she kept looking at Edward.
Not overtly, mind you – just whenever she thought no one was watching. But noticing these things was my job, so yeah, I picked up on how her eyes would continuously trail to Edward. A couple of times she even caught me catching her. Then she'd just stare at me for a couple of seconds before looking away. This made that strange thing in my belly flip again – like during that red meat comment.
And speaking of strange things that made me flip, in Hoverer's defense, she had asked if I'd prefer if Bree wasn't invited. But I knew her parents were friends of the Cullens, and I knew OGBB had to be in full effect at all times and I knew her looking at Edward so friggin' wistfully was a good thing, so it was good she was here, and it was good she kept looking.
Wasn't it?
My eyes trailed back to Edward and I must've stared hard because he looked up really suddenly and right at me and smiled and winked and there went those strange, unknown creatures dancing in the pit of my stomach. He lifted his beer bottle at me.
"So if by the time the bar closes and you feel like falling down-" I cried loudly, holding my own bottle up high to him.
"I'll carry you home tonight!" he answered from across the yard. And then laughed and turned back to his friends.
OOOOOOOOOO
Beer count two hours into the party:
Me: Two.
Edward: Three maybe? – I wasn't sure.
Emmett and Jazz and Rose and Alice: Only God knew.
Ditto most of the rest of Edward's friends, including Mike.
(Alckies - all of them apparently - but it was all good).
Jake: Three or four and still deejaying like nobody's business.
OOOOOOOOOO
Wait! Wait!
Bree's beer count: A big. Fat. Zero.
OOOOOOOOOO
A bunch of them were huddled off in a corner under one of the prettily lit up trees; Rose, Emmet, Jasper, Alice, Jess and Tanya. And since I was mingling, I sorta did this tip-toeing/leaping/skipping move I always got the urge to do during the beginning of this song, and moved closer to them, singing quietly,
"You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness…"
"I don't know what she's doing but whatever it is, she needs to keep it up!" Jess cackle-slurred, resting her hand on Rose's forearm and swaying back and forth.
"Seriously, just look at him!" hot, strawberry-blonde Tanya added, eyes on Edward appreciatively. "He looks even yummier than he did back in high school!"
"What she's doing is bringing him back to life, and you both can go ahead and tell your girl Bree I said that!" Rose slurred and swayed back, beer bottle in one hand, baby monitor in the other.
"I don't know what the fuck they're doing here in the first place," Jasper growled.
"They were invited out of respect for her parents," Emmett answered solemnly.
"Parents schmarents," Alice giggled.
"It's fucking disrespectful to Bella is what it is," Jasper hissed. "She shouldn't have to look at her fucking owl face, especially after the shit she pulled."
"You guys all need to chill with this shit already," Emmett hissed quietly. "And you Jasper, need to shut it. You're drunk and not thinking and I know you don't want to upset…Bella!" He grinned widely when he caught sight of me right behind them all, and pulled me into his huge side. "How you doing babe? Having fun?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure," I grinned. "What's going on? What're you all talking about?"
Silence.
Jess's eyes turned my way and then she blurted, "Bree says you're all wrong for Edward. She says you've got him acting like a kid again. Oops!" She giggled and covered her mouth.
"Well I think you're great for him," Tanya said, and then took a huge chug of beer.
"And I say the hell with acting our age! Tonight, we are yo-ung!" she sang, giggling again.
Silence.
And then I burst out laughing.
"That bitch has some nerve," Rosalie hissed, "especially after what she did."
This caught my attention. "What does that mean?" I asked, my chortles dying down.
I didn't miss the way Emmett glared at her.
Rosalie sighed heavily. "I've had too much to drink, Bella. I'm going to go check on Brady."
And then she walked away, and the group sort of dispersed, except for Jess.
"So let's set the world on fire, we can burn brighter…" Her singing died down, and I walked off.
OOOOOOOOOO
Esme and Carlisle made this sweet speech for their son, congratulating him on his bright future, and then the older Tanners as well as the rest of the older crowd called it a night and left.
"Alright guys!" Jasper howled, "It's time to really get this party pumping!"
Apparently, this little group here were old experts at partying it up once the 'rents were gone, cause Jake blasted them speakers, Emmett pulled out a keg or two, and Rose, Alice, Jess and Tanya stripped out of their pretty cover-ups and hightailed it to the pool.
"Come on, Bella!" Alice called out, waving me in.
And having been eyeing that pool all night – well, in between eyeing Edward – she didn't have to ask me twice. I walked to the edge of the pool and pushed my black cover-up down and off.
"Woo-hoo! It's time for some water volleyball up in this bee-yotch!" I called out.
A pair of warm arms suddenly circled my waist. If the familiar scent hadn't alerted me to who it was, those freaky sparks would've done the trick. I grinned and turned my head sideways, but when my eyes landed on Edward's face my grin faltered.
The green eyes blazed, but different than I'd ever seen them. His jaw was clenched tight.
Sooo uber-kegelicious.
"Do me a favor Isabella and get in the water right now."
"I was going to-"
"Right. Now."
My brows furrowed, but before I could ask what was going on Edward took my hand and led me in, past the waist-high water and deeper and deeper until only my head and shoulders stuck out.
"Hey Edward," I looked at him curiously, "are you going to play volleyball with us?"
"What? Oh yeah, yeah. Sure, I'll play." He looked irritated as he ran a hand through his hair.
Still, I clapped and hopped up and down so excitedly that Edward had to hold me in place. Most of Edward's friends stripped down to their bathing suits and swim trunks and joined us in the huge pool - except for Bree and Mike and a couple others. And yeah, the truth was I was perfectly fine with that, especially after what Jess had said earlier.
Yes, I was feeling bitchy again. But see, therein lay the problem.
I didn't want to dislike Bree. My job wasn't to dislike Bree. My job was to be Edward's pretend girlfriend and make myself available to him at all times to carry out OGBB. Disliking Bree had never been part of the job description. Disliking Bree would only complicate matters.
So in the interest of OGBB, I smiled and looked up at Bree.
"Hey Bree, if you want to play with us, I've got an extra bathing suit you can borrow." Under the water, Edward gripped my hand so hard I was sure he'd cut off my circulation.
She stared at me for a few seconds. "Thanks, Isabella, but I'm okay."
I shrugged and went on with it. Hey, I'd tried.
We played guys against girls, but Edward, obviously distracted and annoyed, played a mean game of volleyball – and by mean I mean he was a vicious fucker with that ball! Not against us girls, but against his own team. The back of Jake's head met one of Edward's overhand spikes with a loud thump on more than one occasion. Even Sam fell victim to a particularly ferocious bad serve by Edward. And at one point, when Edward's eyes flashed up to Bree and Mike, his jaw clenched down so tight and he gripped the volleyball so fiercely that I was momentarily frightened he'd serve it against Mike's face. See, apparently Mike was a few sheets to the wind, based on how fucking funny he found our game of volleyball, and when he started hugging and kissing all over Bree, miss prim and proper giggled, eating it all up.
And then she looked at Edward and smiled.
She fucking smiled!
Edward walked over to me, stony-faced. "I'm done with volleyball. I'm going to get us some towels. Please stay in the water until I come back." His tone was hard, so I just nodded. The guy was in a super pissed off mood and I didn't want to add to it. So much for all the laughter before.
"She so did that shit on purpose," Jess snort-whispered next to me once Edward left. I hadn't realized anyone other than me had been keeping track of the drama. "Not that I'm saying Edward cares one way or the other what she and Mike do," she added quickly, "but she sees how Edward is with you - all touchy-feely," she giggled.
"But from what I've heard," I said quietly, "she was never one for touchy-feely."
"Bree's never known what she wanted. She didn't want touchy-feely until it was all she wanted." Jess rolled her eyes, sneering.
I stared at her, unsure if I wanted to keep hearing this, but unable - and maybe a little unwilling - to remind Jess that she was drunk and advise her to shut it.
She sighed. "Bree told me a couple of months ago, that Mike excited her. Made her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time with Edward."
"Mike excited her more than Edward?" I snorted.
Jess shrugged, looking quickly between Mike, and then Edward's retreating form, all wet and toned and beautiful. "Who knows what goes through that girl's head?" she muttered almost to herself. And then the volleyball came flying towards her and she shrieked and moved away.
OOOOOOOOOO
When Alice found me thirty seconds later I was behind the tree line, right past the white cabana, walking a straight line, heel-to-toe.
"Bella, what are you doing?"
I balanced on one leg. "I'm giving myself a quick sobriety test."
She was quiet for five seconds. "A what?"
"A sobriety test," I repeated while following the movement of my finger from side to side.
Silence again. "Why?"
"I want to make sure I'm not drunk." I touched my index finger to my nose first with my right hand and then with my left.
"Why?" she giggled.
"I need to make sure I'm sober for what I'm about to do."
"What are you about to do?" she chuckled.
I sighed, and fully satisfied with my sobriety, gripped Alice's shoulders.
"Mary Alice Brandon, I need you to do me a favor," I whispered urgently.
"Sure," she giggled again.
"I need you to count to one hundred, and then bring Bree over by the cabana."
"What? Why?"
"Because this here game is on!"
OOOOOOOOOO
EPoV
The party had started the way these thing tend to start, I suppose.
When I'd picked Isabella up and flung her over my shoulder, I'd felt strangely relaxed and at the same time…invigorated by the day I'd spent with her. By her constant laughing and teasing and taunting. It felt…good. Great even.
And having her perfectly plump ass so close to my face as I ran with her towards the pool wasn't exactly a downer by any means.
So the last thing I'd expected as I carried her yelling and screaming were the faces that had met me, or the yell of "Surprise!" from everyone.
Including Bree.
The sight of her made my heart jump and my stomach churn and my chest ache – all at once.
But ever-aware of our charade, Isabella grabbed my hand, and together we made our rounds. I introduced her to everyone I hadn't seen in a while as my girlfriend, surprised by how natural it felt to say that after just one short month. What didn't surprise me anymore was how quickly and easily everyone seemed to take to her, despite – or maybe because of – her quirky ways.
By the time I was done introducing her to all my friends, my mom had taken her around and introduced her to some of my parent's friends – much to Isabella's obvious annoyance. I laughed as I watched her, huffing and pouting every time Esme came for her. Then she'd go and make her own rounds, dancing goofily from crowd to crowd while every once in a while bringing her eyes to me. That was the thing about Isabella. She didn't cling. She didn't demand. She took care of herself, entertained herself, sang out loud, lived her life. And watching her enjoy it was making me see my life in a totally different way.
Yeah, Bree was there. But watching her – in her pretty-yet-too-formal black dress, standing with her boyfriend Mike - was just fucking depressing, and I didn't feel like being depressed tonight. Tonight, I wanted to feel whole again. I'd figure things out with her eventually.
So tonight, I chose to watch Isabella instead.
OOOOOOOOOO
The problems that night started when I realized I wasn't the only one watching Isabella.
Sam, Seth and I were standing around, bullshitting and as Isabella would say, 'enjoying the pleasures of a nice cool beer on a warm summer night.'
"So when are you going to come down to First Beach man?" Sam asked me. "We haven't seen you around there in a while."
"Maybe next time I have some time off," I offered. We clicked beer bottles. "I'll see if Isabella wants to come with me."
Seth grinned widely. "Yeah, man." He moved in closer. "Now that girl looks like she knows how to appreciate some fun in the sun," he chuckled. His eyes moved purposely behind us, where Bree stood with Mike. I didn't answer.
Just then, we heard a squeal followed by loud laughter. The squeal I instantly recognized as Isabella's and the laughter as Jake's. When I turned around I realized why the song currently playing sounded so…strange. Isabella stood by the deejay table, big headphones over ears, bouncing up and down and scratching the turntables – and Jake stood behind, one arm on either side of her, "teaching" her.
Something knotted in my stomach – something a lot tighter than I'd felt all night.
Isabella looked up suddenly, and her eyes met mine. She laughed and gave me a thumbs up, but for the first time all night, I couldn't get myself to smile back at her. Her brows furrowed at the same time that Jake looked up. He met my eyes and though I'm not sure what he saw in mine, I knew exactly what I saw in his.
Jake whispered something in Isabella's ear, and then she nodded and handed him back his headphones and danced away.
"Edward?"
Sam had apparently been saying something to me.
"I'm sorry, what'd you say, Sam?"
He frowned curiously. "I was asking if…" he started again, but once more I tuned him out, because I was too busy wondering what the hell had just come over me.
OOOOOOOOOO
Jake joined Sam and Seth and me a few minutes later. We clicked beer bottles.
"Enjoying your party, man?" Jake grinned.
"Yeah." I grinned back, because I'd known Jake since we were kids. I knew him better than I'd ever really known Mike. Jake was no Mike and Isabella…Isabella was not Bree and besides - I thought to myself quickly - it was a totally different situation.
Wasn't it?
"It's actually…good to see everyone again."
"Yeah," Jake agreed. "It's been a while since we all got together like this."
I nodded. Jake took a drink from his bottle.
"Bells said you'd enjoy it, though I wasn't so sure. I guess she was right."
And just like that, there went the knot in my stomach again. "I suppose Isabella knows me well."
He watched me. "I suppose Isabella does."
We held each other's gaze. "So Jake, how are things going with that nurse you were kicking it to the other day?"
He chuckled. "Alright, I suppose. She's taking me to the benefit next week."
"That sounds promising."
"Guess it does." His eyes trailed to his beer bottle and he just sort of turned it over and over. "So are you going?"
I shrugged. "I'm not sure it's something Isabella would enjoy."
His dark eyes shot back up to mine, and he grinned, one of those grins he'd been giving me since we were kids and I'd said something he found to be full of shit.
He snorted. "Maybe you don't know Isabella as well as she seems to know you."
My nostrils flared. "I know Isabella better than anyone here, Jake."
We stood stiffly, hardened shoulder to hardened shoulder. Abruptly Jake's posture yielded. "I'm happy for you man," he finally said. "I really am." He patted my shoulder and walked away.
OOOOOOOOOO
It was once my parents' friends left and Esme and Carlisle went back into the house that the real shit hit the fan.
Jasper yelled something about getting the party started, and then, like we used to do when we were kids, Em pulled out the kegs and the rest of us got ready.
Most of the girls jumped into the lit and heated pool, except for Bree because she'd never liked nighttime swims. She used to say it was too cold here in Forks for that, and while I could see how that could've been true most summers, this one was turning out to be much steamier, by far.
Thinking of hot, steamy summers made my eyes search for Isabella.
She was standing by the ledge of the pool, her back to me.
"Woohoo! It's time for some water volleyball up in this bee-yotch!"
I chuckled, and around me I could hear everyone else chuckling too at Isabella's colorful ways.
But then she dropped her cover-up, and to this day I maintain that for the next fifteen seconds, the only sounds were those of the crickets chirping quietly high up in the trees.
Isabella stood there in her tiny red bikini with strings by the neck and back and thighs - and her perfect breasts stood round and pert up front while her plump ass lay barely covered in the back.
And every. single. mother-fucking male eye in the back yard rested on either those tits or that ass – or a combination of the two.
And yes, the fucking blood boiled in my veins. The knot in my stomach tightened to the point where I could barely see straight as I stalked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist to cover her ass with my body. She looked up at me, grinning.
"Do me a favor Isabella and get in the water right now."
Her grin faltered. "I was going to-"
"Right. Now," I hissed, and then without waiting for a response – because every second of delay was a free show to these assholes – I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the water, deeper and deeper until all that these motherfuckers could hope to see were her shoulders.
Isabella looked up at me questioningly. I mean, how could she possibly not be aware? Whenever I'd walked around with Bree in a bathing suit, it'd been different. I mean, yes, Bree had a nice body, but she was built so differently from Isabella. Smaller…easily contained...
But Isabella…
I exhaled through narrowed nostrils, watching her. It was time for her to go buy herself her own goddamned two-piece. I knew this one had been Alice's at one point, but Alice was tiny and while Isabella was petite and had the smallest waist I'd ever seen, all this only served to accentuate her delicious curves.
"Hey Edward, are you going to play volleyball with us?" she asked, innocently looking up at me through those dark brown eyes and long eyelashes.
And while what I really wanted to do was pull her out of the pool and make her go put on a fucking moomoo, I knew that shit wouldn't fly, so I agreed to stay. Good thing too, because she started bouncing up and down and her breasts bounced with her and I swear to God when I looked up Jake looked about ready to pass out. I gritted my teeth and placed my hands on her shoulders, holding her in place.
Ever conscientious of our agreement, I heard Isabella ask Bree to join us, but of course, Bree turned her down.
We played guys against girls, but it was so fucking hard to concentrate when all these assholes could do was look at the way Isabella's breasts bounced in and out of the water whenever she went for the ball. More than once, I had to snap fucking Jake out of it with a spiked ball to the head. Even Sam had to be taught to keep his eyes on the goddamned ball.
It was, by far, not the most sportsmanlike game of volleyball I'd ever played.
When at one point I looked up at Bree and Mike – who were by the way being pretty obnoxious with their own bullshit – and saw the way Mike's drunk eyes trailed down to Isabella's body appreciatively, I knew I'd had enough because if I didn't get Isabella out of this pool and covered up soon, the night would be ending with me sending more than one motherfucker to the hospital – not a good idea since I was supposed to be keeping people out of the ER, not sending them in.
"I'm done with volleyball. I'll go get us some towels. Please stay in the water until I come back."
I knew I sounded like an asshole right now, just as bad as I'd been when I'd first met Isabella about a month ago, but I couldn't help how…pissed off I felt. I mean, yeah, I realized Isabella wasn't really my girlfriend, but I was the only one in the entire town of Forks who knew this. Shouldn't every male fucker in this town have had the respect to keep their eyes off her regardless of how distracting she was with that body and wild hair and glowing skin and contagious laughter? And Isabella was going to have to learn to cover up those beautiful breasts better. They were way too distracting for their own good.
And for mine.
So I stalked over to the cabana and slammed the door shut behind me. Here, in the dark, I lowered my forehead to the wall and finally took a few deep breaths.
Calm down, Cullen. Calm down. She's not really your girlfriend. You can't feel this possessive over her. It won't help anything to-
I heard the door open behind me and turned around quickly.
There was Isabella in her tiny red bikini and wavy hair and wide eyes, anxious and excited all at once.
"Isabella, I thought I asked you to-"
She rushed me then, grabbing my shoulders and pinning me against the wall.
"Oomph! Isabella, what are you-"
"Edward, do you trust me?" she breathed, eyes bright and sparkling.
"Yes," I answered, surprising myself with how quickly I'd responded. "Of course, but what-"
"And you know that everything I do, I do because I want to help you," she blurted quickly.
"Yes," I said more slowly. "But what-"
"I'm not drunk, Edward. I gave myself a sobriety test."
Ignoring the fact that a drunk person wouldn't actually be able to perform a valid self sobriety exam, I nodded slowly, because I'd been observing her all night and though I had seen her have a couple of beers, I didn't think she appeared inebriated by them.
"Okay," I agreed. "You're not drunk. What does this-"
"Are you drunk?" she interrupted again.
I shook my head slowly. I'd had a few beers, and while true it'd been a while, I'd once been able to chug'em down with the best of them. I was nowhere near drunk.
She sighed, closing her eyes before opening them back up quickly.
"You trust me, I trust you. I'm not drunk, and you're not drunk. And what we do, we do because we have an agreement and I truly want to help you."
"Alright, Isabella," I grinned indulgently, "we've established all that. Now will you please tell-"
She grabbed my head then, and her mouth was on mine and those freaking sparks were flying before I could think, but when I instinctively placed my hands on her waist lightly she plunged her hot tongue deep into my mouth - and all bets were off.
There are no words, to this day, for what that felt like.
It wasn't sparks. It was flames licking up and down my body while her tongue licked up and down and all around inside my mouth and against my tongue. My hands no longer held her lightly but grabbed and gripped at that plump ass possessively as our mouths crashed and tongues explored and Jesus it was so hard to keep quiet knowing there were handfuls of people outside that would be able to hear us.
"Isabella…" I managed to breathe, "Bella...what are we doing?"
"You trust me, right?"
"Yes," I groaned quietly, biting her lower lip. "Yes, I trust you."
"Do you like kissing me like this? Does it excite you?"
I was too disconcerted by her perfect mouth and tongue and ass to think straight. "Yes, yes. But there are people outside-"
"So what?" she whispered, nipping my mouth, licking my lips. "So what if there are people outside? They're not in here with us, Edward. Just let go. Let go," she breathed into my mouth.
Then she dropped her hands from my face, and wrapped one around my neck, pulling me in closer. And the next thing I felt was her warm hand snake inside my wet swim trunks, wrapping itself around my hardened cock.
And hell yes, I groaned. Really fucking loud.
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