chapter ten
him
"You like that... don't you?" I whispered against my favorite, warmest skin. She squirmed, my grip tightened. Our small room burned, afternoon sun desperate through dark shades. Trembling fingers feathered through my hair as I tasted, working her pussy over with my mouth.
"Edward…" She arched to watch. I trailed fingers from her tongue to mine, her body open, tense and shivering at the edge. "Please…" Fuck, when she begs... She fell, breathless and lost. I hovered, waiting for her eyes to open. Hot, greedy hands guided, I was inside before an exhale.
"Hey…" We found our rhythm. Deeper. "Look at me." Her gaze, sleepy and sated, her smirk, grateful. She licked swollen lips, staring as I pushed us closer again. I framed her face, thumbing along her jaw. Our mouths grazed with every pace. "You're beautiful…" Her palm soft at my cheek, the fever shifted. We slowed, savoring the quiet, the warmth, the sex. Present.
Hands down the best sex of my life. Right here. Right now. Fuck. "It just gets better and better," she sighed.
"It's you."
"It's not. It's you."
"Ok. That's true." I winked, she tucked in closer, smirking.
"We should've started a fire." Goosebumps spread as I smoothed down her naked back.
"You're still cold?" I tucked the down duvet tighter around us.
"Well, there's like three feet of snow outside." Fingertips teased my thigh. I'd be ready to go again if she needed more. "This place is seriously so cute. I've never been anywhere like this." I pushed wild, sex tangled hair from her face. "Thank you for inviting me." My lips grazed her forehead. "When do we need to leave to meet your sister?" I reached to check my cell. In less than two hours we'd landed in Rhode Island, checked in the B and B and got naked. Kat had a late class on Fridays, but we were staying only blocks from campus.
"About an hour and half." I tugged her over. "Plenty of time for round two…" She straddled, sticky and warm between us. "Goddamn…" I touched, thumbing over her nipples. "Perfect."
"You're so good for my old lady ego." She rocked, I stroked.
"Who's old? We're in our prime."
"Well, you've worn me out." She leaned, kissing playful. "We should take a power nap. I couldn't sleep last night."
"No?" I melted into the gentle patterns her fingers traced. "Too excited about spending the weekend in bed with me?"
"Of course. Yes. And…" She paused. "Well… Toby's going to have a baby brother. Or sister…" What. The. Fuck. Stunned silent. Confused. Shocked. Not altogether disappointed. Surprisingly. I closed my eyes. Did the math. Her IUD had two years left. I think. Right? Yes. So… Jesus. What is happening? I sat, pulling her with me. Holding her tight. "Okay…Okay…" She fought for air. "That was my reaction too. Total, complete… God, I can't explain it. Freak out."
I held her face in my hands, we stared. "It's going to be okay. This is… I mean I guess it's meant to be. I don't know… This kind of thing happens. I mean, I know you know that already." I squeezed tighter. "We'll figure it all out."
"I don't know. I may have overreacted." She was up, spinning, pulling my v-neck over her head, peeking out the window. I was still. Frozen, yet full. An actual baby. I felt my dad's energy near. "I'm so needy there. Like, I need my feelings validated. Always. And then when I realize I'm being that way, I get angry and then here comes the self hate. Especially when it comes to… that." I yanked on boxers, jeans, held her close from behind. The sun reflecting from the snow blinding us as she pulled the blinds.
"When did you find out?" I wondered, peppering eager kisses from ear to shoulder.
"Last night. It was a mess."
"Are you okay, though." I spun her in my arms. "What do you mean a mess?"
"Because, it's just… I don't know. I mean maybe I was a little jealous. I am a little jealous. Like when Toby decided the ugly, orange slide at Sunshine Park was only for the little kids… I realized, holy shit. He's eight now. And that went fast. A hard, fast eight years. But it's gone. And I don't know. Maybe I'd like to do that again sometime…" She cringed, shaking her head. "I'm such an idiot. Not exactly something you want to hear from the girl you've been sleeping with for a few weeks. Huh?"
"Bella. What? Wait. First of all…" I pointed, warning. "That's bullshit. You. We. Us. This… is more than that, obviously. But what?"
"What? What? And I know Ansley will make a great mom, she just has that… ugh everything a mom should have, you know? And Will… Well, he's Will. He does alright." My heart sank. Oh. "Stop. What's wrong? Don't be weird. I'm sorry." I collected myself quickly, holding her again near the window. Waiting for the relief to hit. It didn't.
"Shhhh. I'm fine."
"Sucks being with someone with all this baggage and junk, doesn't it?" She hid behind her hands.
"Are you kidding me?" I scooped and tossed her back on the bed. Still bare below, she teased wanting. Eyes wide, thighs wider, she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "I wouldn't have you any other way." I grabbed and flipped, she squealed. Round two…
My sister's building was the largest on campus, Graduate student solo suites that I pulled a hundred and one strings to get her in as a Freshman. Bella slaughtered me in a nine flight stairwell race. We lingered in the echo of our laughter and breathing. I pinned her against the exit door, making sure she knew what watching her legs and ass climb in front of me for the past few minutes did to my dick. Fuck. "I've still got it."
"You've definitely got it." I pressed. "See. Not such an old lady after all." She grazed my crotch. "Don't start what you can't finish…" She screamed, laughing. Our fun filled the dead space.
"If I'd known my boss was going to take this much advantage of me, I'd have just stayed freelance." She stroked harder over my straining denim.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah." She tugged my lip with gnashing teeth.
"Well, if I'd known this hot, little tease of a sports writer was gonna rock my world and all I knew it to be… I would've…" I paused.
"What?" She tested. "You would've what?!" She demanded.
"I would have found her sooner…" My mouth was on hot on her neck. The steel door cold behind her.
"Fuck…" She whispered, as we fell hungry again and lost until the door opened. I caught her and nodded to the preppy prick that ruined our moment. I led Bella to room 926, knocked to no response then used my key. "If any of my brothers had a key to my dorm room it wouldn't have ended pretty."
"Yeah. Well, this is different." I poked around, mildly concerned she wasn't back yet. Checked my cell, and sent her a text to let her know we were waiting. Bella hugged me from behind as I flipped through loose papers on Kat's desk.
"She's okay with me coming though, right? I hope she's not hiding because I'm here. Maybe I should sneak out and come back tomorrow after you guys have some time."
"It's fine," I mumbled. Bella let go. She sensed my mood shift. It was a frustrating phase I felt each and every time I arrived. I pinched her chin to reassure and continued my snooping. Bella busied peeking at photos and straightening the pile of handmade pillows on a futon.
"Hey. Hi. Sorry." Kat stumbled in, arms, hands full of canvas bags. We both reached to help.
"Hi, Katherine, I'm Bella." They struggled through an odd handshake, hug. Their contact left me smiling. "Your room is so cute… I love it. Mine were never this big." She tried.
"Thanks." She also tried.
"So what's all this?" I began to unload the random mismatched bags as she dumped her backpack on the desk chair. I forced her into a tight hug, habitually inhaling for dope, alcohol. She was clean.
"So… I just. I don't know. I thought you guys might be hungry or something." She fumbled near her small fridge and shelving. "I got some sausage and cheese. I don't know… if you are… hungry. You don't have to eat it." Her anxiety was palpable. But Kat had made a gesture. A welcome to our lives gesture. Just that simple. An effort. For my girl. For me. I swallowed heady emotion.
Bella rushed towards her. "Oh, yeah. I'm starving." She wasn't. We'd devoured every chocolate chip cookie the innkeeper baked before we left. "This is great." They sliced the meat, cheese and cucumbers with plastic knives. Bella blew the dust off a small blue melamine platter that belonged to my mom. Kat opened three cans of diet root beer for us and we took turns filling our palms with the snacks. The steady silence between the three of us, as we sat and ate betrayed the truth. Bella was actually filling our flaws, without even trying.
a/n.
thanks so much you guys. this one was way more fun than the last. and the next we go around again. your notes are everything.
for tara. see you soon. xo
