The way she was leaning up against that fucking counter top...
My hard on was raging and difficult to conceal so I inconspicuously leaned over to put the pop tarts in the toaster.
I didn't even realise what I had in my hands. I had been rummaging through the kitchen for something to eat when she came out of her room. I stopped dead in my tracks with the box in my hands, not even knowing what they were at the time. It was kind of lucky they were pop tarts because they could have been moth traps for all I bothered to check.
I resisted the urge to groan when she crossed her legs at the ankle and folded her arms over her chest, pushing her tits together. I bit my lip and turned around as she complained about my culinary skills. As always, she was snarky and rude. She had the worst fucking attitude.
I felt sorry for Esme for having to live with her. Now, if Esme was a dude, I would totally get it.
Then again, I felt grateful that she didn't live with a male roommate. Something about that thought just made me want to...snap. I tried to ignore the pinkish pout of her lips as she bit on them between sentences. Then I asked her about the night before. If it was an accident.
Her answer? Less than forthcoming. She wasn't exactly courteous. She spat and snarled at me, telling me to fuck off and that I knew nothing about her. But I did. I knew quite a lot. Which was frightening to say the least. I grabbed her above the elbow and pulled her to me.
I didn't realise the ramifications of doing so because the next thing I knew, we were kissing. Her soft, tasty lips moving passionately in synch with mine. Our tongues slid against one another as I invaded her mouth. We undressed each other in a sex-hungry haze.
I could hardly remember how it had gotten to this. But now, here I was, in Bella's bed, panting like a fucking St. Bernard. We had retreated from the kitchen to the bedroom after a lengthy fuck, only to fuck again like zoo animals. And my god, was it fucking great.
We both lay on top of the coverlet, our chests heaving and damp with sweat. A drip of sweat ran over the swell of her breast. I bit my lip and groaned. She turned her dazed face to me with a smirk. It faltered for a moment, something moved behind her eyes but the steel mask replaced it within seconds.
Every now and then I could catch a glimpse of the real Bella. The one that was there before this girl took her place.
I had my hands clutched into the blankets, still rocked by the last escapade we embarked on. She propped herself up on her elbows, the drip of sweat moving further down her body. I let out an impatient breath, my cock going hard again as I watched her move slightly so she was facing me.
She grinned and cocked an eyebrow. "You ready to go again, soldier?" she winked. My answer was to grab her arms and pull her on top of me. Her lips met mine and I fed on them with my own. I ran my hands down her body to cup her ass. I took one of my hands to guide myself inside her.
She shifted and knelt on either side of my hips, sitting on my lap and sliding down my already painful erection.
I sat up slightly to bury my face in her neck, nipping and licking my way across her shoulders. Her nails dug into my chest as she rocked her hips back and forth. She groaned and I grunted as I neared yet another fucking climax. I could tell she was close, shuddering slightly every now and then. I was worried my poor dick couldn't take anymore. But time after time it fucking rose to the occasion. She flattened her palms on my chest and pushed me back so I collapsed onto the pillows.
She grabbed the steel bed frame, the poles right above my head. Her hands circled them and she gripped tightly before really riding me. I let my hands explore over her breasts, cupping them and pinching her nipples. She wailed and moaned in succession.
"You like that?" I asked smugly but in a strained voice as I tried to hold back blowing my load inside her. She whimpered in response. "Fuck, you're so sexy when you do that," I groaned. She rocked harder and faster in response to my words. I yelled out, sitting up. She removed her hands from the bed. I bent my knees underneath her and pushed her onto her back, her legs wrapping around my waist as I took control of the pressure and pace.
I moved slowly, teasingly. My wet cock slid out of her hot core then back inside again, going deeper. I dragged my tongue over her bottom lip, tasting her. I loved her taste. I had never had anything like it. I fucked her like there was no tomorrow.
She grabbed the post at the corner of the bottom of the bed.
Her arms were stretched above her head as she watched our connected bodies move together. Her tits moved along with my thrusting, it was hypnotic. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, nibbling gently before pushing harder. My hand moved down to her slickness, flicking her clit as I plunged again and again.
"Ah, fuck! Edward, more!" she growled, letting go of the post and grabbing my shoulders. I sucked in a breath between my teeth. I just about came at her dirty talk. "You feel so good," I moaned. "Ditto," she gasped. I grabbed at her waist and pulled out before slamming my cock back in again with more force. She screamed and convulsed like a fucking epileptic, gritting her teeth and letting her eyes roll back in her head. I plunged once more and emptied myself inside her.
"Fuuckkk...." I gasped, breathing heavily and leaning over her. How many fucking calories had I burned today doing this shit? I wouldn't need to work out for a week, lets just leave it at that. Without a second thought, I leaned down and caught her lip between my teeth, tugging gently before kissing her again.
She was hesitant but returned the kiss. I lifted myself up enough to look at her face. She was looking at me in an odd way and I had just realised that what I had done was abnormally tender for people who were supposedly just fucking. She blinked before pushing me off and crawling off the bed.
She stumbled and I got up to steady her. "Argh, I can hardly fucking walk because of you. I hope you're happy, Newbie." I smirked before letting my grasp on her waist go. She staggered into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her before I heard the faucets squeak and the shower start running.
I frowned as I lay back down on the bed, lacing my hands behind my head. She only called me Edward when she was close to an orgasm. The rest of the time she called me Newbie. I wondered why that was. Maybe she was used to calling me Newbie and she liked to pretend I was someone she didn't hate.
Edward was not what she called me, so maybe it just sounded like someone else. Whatever the reason, I couldn't help but feel a little...resentful? Disappointed? I didn't really know. All I really understood was that she knew how to make my cock twitch with a bat of her eyelashes.
I had no fucking control over it anymore. Thank god she shared the same sort of lust. Otherwise I would be whacking off every night to the visual of her dancing—I would be no better than those dirty old fucks that pay to watch her at Blood Moon. I gritted my teeth against the swelling rage and possessiveness that was building inside my chest. I sat up and walked out into the living room, searching for my clothes. It was dark already. Bella would have to go to work soon.
As would I. It would only be expected that I show up with her. I was, after all, responsible for keeping her happy. And I did that. Exceptionally well. I flipped the light on, finding my jeans in the kitchen, along with my boxers. I glanced at the toaster and pulled the stone cold pop tarts out. I bit into one.
It didn't taste great, but it was food and I could use some energy after that. I looked over to her bedroom but I could still hear the shower going. I sat up on the counter and waited. We would need to drop by my house so I could have a shower and get changed. I gulped and tried not to get hard again at the thought of taking Bella in my own apartment. Have her bent over my kitchen counter...or the sofa...or the T.V... The T.V? I shook my head and chewed, sighing.
I was fucking exhausted. I thought ahead to tonight. It was what...a Tuesday?
No, Wednesday. Huh, it was funny how you couldn't keep track when your attention was...otherwise engaged. I cleared my throat and closed my eyes going over what Wednesdays were like.
They weren't too busy but they weren't exactly dead, either. Those were Mondays. The start of the week when all the filthy fucker's had wives who wouldn't let them out after dark because it was the first day back at work after the end of the weekend.
Okay, so, we drop by my house. I have a shower. I get changed...I was mentally checking things off my list.
We go to the club. Bella gets ready. I go see Esme—she'll want to know how Bella behaved.
I tell her everything was fine. I go out onto the floor. I make shallow joked with the guys—Felix and Demetri.
I take my typical body guard stance. I watched the people file in. I maybe do some bouncing. Make sure no trouble makers get entrance. I keep an eye on the bar. I scan over everyone as the music starts. I keep closer watch once the girls start dancing. I wait impatiently. I tap my foot. I watch Bella come out and start her routine.
I finish the night with a raging hard on. I get on my bike. I go home.
I do not think about Bella again.
~~~___~~~
I shouldn't have assumed it would be that easy. I left Bella in the car to brood while I quickly took a shower and changed clothes. It took five minutes in total. We ended up early to work—for once. I drove, not trusting Bella because of her recent episode.
We rode in silence...very awkward silence. What did you say to the girl you had repeatedly fucked just hours prior? 'Say, you ready to go again tonight?', or, 'You're not married, are you?', or my personal favourite, 'Please tell me you don't have herpes!'. I wondered idly if this would affect our working relationship.
Seeing as we hate each other already, it shouldn't make much difference, right? Bella got out of the car quickly, not waiting for me. I was glad because I could really use a smoke. I scrounged around, bumming one from Felix who looked at me quizzically, knowing I didn't usually smoke.
I just shook my head and used his lighter before handing it back to him.
"Edward? You okay, man?" he asked, pocketing his cigarettes and his shiny lighter. I just shrugged, taking a long, soothing drag before staring at my feet and leaning up against the concrete wall. I sighed and scratched my forehead with my thumb, keeping my other hand buried in my leather jacket pocket. "Fine," I said, exhaling a stream of white smoke. He frowned and narrowed his eyes. A look of understanding crossed his features. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Yeah, sure you are. They can be a handful, can't they?" he said cryptically. I lifted an eyebrow and squinted at him.
"Huh? They? Who is 'they'?" I asked, taking another drag. He smirked knowingly. My frustration was building. I think Bella's attitude was rubbing off on me. God, that was not good. "Like you don't know who I'm talking about." He chuckled again, scratching his head. He sighed and turned away, throwing me a quick grin over his shoulder. I rolled my eyes. Maybe he was back on E, that must be why he was acting so retarded. I flicked the butt on the ground, stamping it out with my shoe and stalking back inside.
"You can do this, you can do this, you can do this," I chanted in a whisper to myself. "Edward." Tanya nodded cordially. I didn't respond.
I was still fucking pissed at her for being the way she was. Almost letting Bella die. I wouldn't be a very good body guard if I struck her, would I? I clenched my fists and continued down the corridor, not glancing in the dressing room. I opened the door next to the stage that opened on to the main floor.
The polished black, concrete floor shimmered under the lights. Eric had already started up the smoke machine. It was foggy in here, creating a jungle-like ambience. I frowned and sauntered over to the bar like I had rehearsed in my mind. "Hello, Esme." I said nicely. Her head snapped up and her eyes found mine within a split second. She practically flew to my end of the bar. "How did it go?" she asked. I had to lean back slightly she was so far up in my space.
"Fine, Esme. You don't have to worry." I answered, trying my best to be reassuring.
"Everything's...just fine." I said, and I didn't know if I was telling her this or trying to convince myself. Either way I wasn't doing a very good job. She narrowed her eyes and smiled apologetically. "Thank you so much for taking care of her. I know she can be bit of work," I snorted at her term 'a bit of work'. Bella was a lot of work. In fact, Bella was so much work, I could spend a lifetime working on her and still be busy. Instead of being a brainlessly annoying concept, it rather appealed to me. I shocked myself with that revelation but didn't look at it too closely. I was just thinking in general. Not Bella in particular. Definitely not Bella.
Especially not Bella. I sighed and clasped my hands in front of me on top of the bar. Esme stared at me for a moment inquisitively before shrugging slightly and polishing down the slab, throwing the towel over her shoulder and reaching under the bar for some glasses.
I ordered a shot of Rum. Something to just...dull the energy sort of. I downed it like soda, gritting my teeth against the burn then lavishing in it. I thanked Esme who just gave me a nod and a sweet smile before going back to her business. I welcomed the customers in when they came, it looked like Demetri was slacking in his bouncer duties. As always. I didn't have to plaster an aloof mask on my face. It was easy to obtain naturally doing this job.
I was tempted not to let anyone in and just enjoy the Bella for myself.
What?! My head squealed. I think I needed a new ear drum. My inner monologue squealed at me, like a fucking girl, it was so incredulous. I shook it all out. I shook out the weird thoughts, the scary feelings and everything else. I stood at the door and waited for our patronage to come swarming in.
~~~___~~~
It had been one month since our last encounter at her house. What an event that was.
I couldn't stop thinking about it. Naturally, my head was still swimming in her scent, even though we had not touched in days. My fingers could still feel her silky smooth skin. My eyes were still locked and lost in her's. However I avoided eye contact with her at all costs.
I was...terrified of realising something I didn't want to know. I had never been in this situation before. I was freaking out. On a scale of calm to stressed, I was shitting bricks to the max, way beyond the point of stressed out. All of my thoughts were consumed by her.
I hated it. I shivered as I reminisced about the feel of her around me.
I held back a groan as I replayed that awesome day in my head over and over like a recorded video. Jesus, I needed a lay. I needed a lay that was other than the pretentious little, antagonistic, arrogant Bella Swan. I was just oddly fixated on her because she was a pretty great fuck. I promised myself that I would find something to play with to get my mind off of her. I needed an outlet that didn't come with the crazy package. But I wasn't settling for Tanya. No way in fucking hell.
Besides, she didn't really show much interest after how I had treated her that day when Bella almost killed herself.
I shuddered at the memory of her lying lifeless on the staircase, her clothes and skin pale but stained with a vivid red. She invaded every thought I had in my mind. I was either dreaming of fucking her or having nightmares of her death. I was going insane and I didn't know how to stop it.
I was owner of a one-way ticket to Crazy Town, stopping by Fucked up City and possibly meeting Bella along the way because I was sure as hell that she wasn't completely sane. But for another fucked up reason I refused to acknowledge, the crazy was appealing. It was...magnetising.
God, I was sick. I tried to focus but it was impossible with her around all the time. There were subtle changes in her actions. It's like she would be extremely normal, but less snappy and more...happy? Then other times it looked like she was so lost and distraught, as if she was missing something.
Like she had misplaced a possession. But whenever our eyes met, a loud bang would sound in only my ears, the room would slow down for a split second and I could almost believe she resembled a human. She hardly fought with me anymore. That was because we never spoke.
She always came after I started so we had no spare time to discuss anything that had happened between us. And then she left before I did, so I had no chance to catch her after work, either.
I considered dropping by her home but I reckoned she would just lock me out and not answer the door. It bothered me when she went home by herself. That's why I made sure to fucking follow her inconspicuously to the parking lot. I didn't want a repeat of that night she was almost attacked. My stress level was already through the fucking roof, add on Bella getting hurt and I would fly off the fucking handle. Yes, it was irrational and I shouldn't really care.
But...I couldn't help it. It must be the sex thing. Tonight was a Friday. Our busiest night all week.
Things were getting heated inside and the guys were getting a little rowdy. I didn't like it.
In fact, it was taking all of my self control to watch this go on before my eyes every single day for a fucking month. This shit was unbearable. To watch Bella parading herself around these assholes almost made me sick. But I held my stance in the corner, only moving when necessary. But some nights I just couldn't take any more shit. Bella was on stage, mesmerising as usual—but there was an odd sensation in the air tonight. I felt myself edging towards her, as if unconsciously.
I didn't even realise I was doing it. But I felt...what, danger? Like I had the instincts of a lion—I could sense something about to erupt and all I wanted to do was get her out of there. As it were, my paranoia was right. A crowd of men piled in the door, loud and causing a stir among other customers. Then the fists started flying. Bella noticed and stopped dancing. She looked around in confusion then spotted the huge group brawling. Another fucking bar fight.
They were moving, shuffling closer to the stage. Closer to Bella. I saw her mouth move, hissing out curses. I would have laughed had I been in the mood. However, I was not. I was intent. Focussed solely on one thing and one thing only. A singular objective.
Just as I was about to advance closer and snatch her up, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I spun around and ducked just in time before I was glassed in the face.
My hand shot out into the guy's stomach. I crouched half-way, swinging my leg out and collecting his legs with it. He fell backwards, slurring and hiccupping until he thudded onto the floor. My head whipped back to the stage frantically. How was it that most of the fights started when Bella was up there?
My eyes searched, finding purchase before she was dragged by her ankles from the men standing before her.
She screamed and thrashed as their hands grabbed at her body roughly and she was lost among the sea of testosterone and scotch fuelled madness.
That was fucking it. Nobody. Fucked. With. Bella. I didn't really know my approach or how I was going to get passed five other men. But my hands shot out, punching someone's throat. He was down, onto the next one. I bent my arm and elbowed the guy off to my left side. I hit him in the mouth, so he staggered off in pain. Two down, three to go. "Move. Now." I demanded, seeing nothing but red. It was like there was this intense pressure in my skull, as if it was going to explode.
I was breathing hard yet I wasn't exhausted or tired or anything. I was panicked and angry. They didn't notice me standing there but Bella definitely did. She caught a glimpse of me from where she stood in between the closely packed bodies of drunken fucks.
I had a protective streak which seemed to override any rational or logical part of my brain.
I saw their hands on her and I couldn't hold back. One of them came behind her and put his arm around her neck in a choke hold, she looked shocked and fucking angry, but powerless at the same time. Her hands were clawing at the guy's arm but he seemed unfazed, staring hungrily down at her body.
Fuck no. She was mine to look at.
Hands grabbed me from behind, tugging on my jacket and bringing me down to the floor. I struggled furiously as they tried to beat me down. I could see half of her face from where I was. The two guys that were standing in front of her blocked most of her body from view.
They stood a head above her but they were all shorter than me. Hopefully that gave me enough advantage. This red-headed fuck who was trying to pick a fight with me was egging me on, encouraging me to get up and take the first hit. Another anxious glance at Bella; she was going pink, the guy's hold around her neck was too tight. He hit me in the face as I was preoccupied. I hit back, enraged. My hand pound into his head and he fell to the floor like a led weight.
It was a mess in here. Esme was taking shelter behind the bar, I ran towards the men that were trying to hurt Bella. Then thats when I saw him do it. He tried prying his fingers under the fabric of her costume—to touch her between the legs. Her terrified shriek escaped her lips, something so loud and piercing I never knew a human could make such a noise. And yet it communicated such a sense of fear that it chilled me to the bone.
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had somehow made its way out here instead of behind the bar.
My fingers wrapped around the neck before I charged forward, beating them over the head with it. First the dirty fuck who had his hands in her pants, then the guy who was watching. It caught them by surprise. I did it pretty hard and the bottle was half full so it was pretty fucking heavy. They both collapsed limply as I made a move for the fucker with Bella in a choke hold. He loosened his grip enough so she could gasp some oxygen into her lungs. He stared at me as I made my way towards them. I wish I had a gun so I could drill this fucker through the forehead. Bella let go of his forearm and swung her arm back into his junk. This distracted him quite successfully. He let go, dropping her to the floor.
I darted forward and swung the bottle at his head like I had the others. He grabbed it as Bella tried to crawl away.
He unscrewed the lid and brought it down on the stage with enough force to shatter the glass.
Bella screamed and although nobody would hear it, it was the loudest noise to me amidst this chaos.
The music still thumped loudly, like a heartbeat. Like my heartbeat. He lunged forward, Bella stuck her leg out, causing him to trip up and thump to the floor. I swung my leg back and kicked, not hesitating. Law suit because of brain damage, be fucked. I didn't care about that.
I jumped over the last guy to fall and knelt by Bella. The glass from the bottle must have flown at her face because she had small cuts across her left cheekbone. It looked like some crude tattoo. Like a sprinkling of tiny red diamond shapes. I wrapped my arm around her waist, putting my other arm under her legs and lifting her. I ran to the behind the bar where Esme had two bottles in her hands as weapons.
I slid to my knees, covering Bella with my own body as I leant over her to examine what they had done.
At long last the cops arrived, shoving people out in groups and using mace when they wouldn't co-operate. I dabbed a damp cloth at the glass cuts across her cheek. She just stared at me in wonder. No malice, no malevolence, no hatred.
Maybe the reason I hated the thought of spending my life with Bella was because I was afraid of how much I wanted it.
Did you like it? Hehe. More lemons coming up. She aint such a cold bitch anymore. She's sort of getting it more and more everyday. Not to worry. ;)
Don't have much else to say other than that mega shit is coming up. OH AND SERIOUS OMG ALERT TO MY FANS FROM INDECENT AFFAIRS: THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL. Hold on to your panties girls!