Rescue Ink
Carlisle Cullen is a pillar of the community. He's a humane veterinarian/philanthropist who owns an animal hospital and shelter. He's a loving husband, a devout father, and his three sons follow in his footsteps as well as on his Harley. They're tattooed bad boys who right the wrong to protect and save. They have hearts that fall in love with the blink of an eye. Well, except for the middle one, Edward.
Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight.
I am still blessed with my Beta, Fran, as we begin a new adventure with two pre-readers.
Chapter Eleven: The Morning After
BPOV
I'm still groggy from sleep as sparks explode throughout the darkened room, and shocks of pleasure speed my breathing. I exhale a low moan while my nipples harden with a pinch between long, strong fingers. I float in and out of twilight sleep enjoying the ministrations of massage, and playful tweaking of my aroused breasts. The pleasure fills my head, grows within my belly, and the wetness seeps from between my legs. I stretch my arms over my head exposing my heightened flesh. I find myself swaying to the motion needing more friction.
Oh God, this dream is explosive.
The feelings are foreign but familiar. I know this touch as it becomes fast and furious. I rock myself harder spreading my legs free and pushing against long fingers that tease my clit. The closer I reach to reaching my peak, the fingers retreat, and I calm. I take a deep breath, and the teasing begins again, only this time, I completely expand. The movement starts slowly and then, quickens. Fingers once again tease my clit with circular rotations. I wrap my legs around a body, and we synchronize our movements. My right leg lifts higher, and the penetration is deeper, hitting at my core. I faintly hear a whisper of 'I love you', and that drives me over the edge, and I white out, shattering into tiny pieces. Catching my breath, I fall deeper into sleep very comfortable in the warmth that engulfs me.
*RI*
I try to swallow with cottonmouth, and a small yawn escapes my lips. I slowly open my eyes realizing my back leans against Edward's front. His arms wrap around my shoulders as we spoon one another. His morning wood rests on my spine. We are skin on skin, and I gasp.
I look around and realize the room is full of sun. Sunlight doesn't hit my room in the morning.
Oh my, God, I am in the back room with Edward. I look under the blanket, and I am without my clothes.
I am naked next to Edward.
Panic rises and I look around. How did I get here?
I rack my brain trying to think.
Remember.
Think harder.
I try not to make any movement. I don't want to wake Edward until I can place all the pieces together.
I mumble to myself, "I got up after hearing him yell out. He had a nightmare. I crawled in next to him, stroking his hair until he fell back to sleep clutching me. I stayed the night."
I take a deep breath and Edward's hands lower to my breasts. In his sleep, he runs his thumbs over my nipples. I shiver and close my eyes. My heart races and I swallow hard.
I need him to stop.
I don't want him to stop.
I can't stop him.
I'm a hypocrite. I say I don't want sex until we have feelings and time. But here I lean against him allowing his touch, craving his closeness and needing him. I have no control and I don't care. Edward whispers my name over and over into my hair. His cock rubs its length up my spine. I lift my leg over his hip, and he finds my entrance and fills me completely. I take a deep breath and quietly pant, "Edward."
He begins to rush his movements to short strokes and my breath quickens with each thrust. Edward joins me with deep grunts as our bodies smash together. My belly burns with an intense fire and I feel my excitement rising.
He lifts us, and I am on all fours. We are both awake and responsive. He slows his movement, brushes my hair to one side and gently begins to lavish sweet kisses over my back. The intensity is now calm, but the excitement slowly stirs.
Edward's strokes are slow and long and teasing. He cups my breasts and squeezes, running both hands down my sides and smoothing my ass with his palms. He slides out, gently turns me around and grabs his shaft dragging its head over my clit. Spreading me wider, Edward guides himself deep within me. His arms lean on each side of my head, and he reaches down and kisses my lips. He whispers in my ear, "I'm not fucking you … not the way this feels. This is more."
He drags his tongue over my mouth, biting lightly at my bottom lip. He strokes his nose up and around mine like a lion licking their mate. He rubs his cheek down my chin and buries his face on my neck. "I'm not leaving you ever again."
"You're mine," he commands.
He sucks hard on my collar bones and scrapes his teeth biting lightly and marking me.
I shout out in shock.
"You're mine, Bella," he repeats.
I run my hands through his damp hair and forehead and follow his dance. He prolongs our release slowly, methodically playing my body with his own.
"I don't want this to end," he whispers sensuously.
His kisses are gentle; he pecks my lips, nose, and eyelids. He nips at my neck and runs his tongue up and around my ear. "I need to taste you, Bella."
He pulls himself from me and spreads my legs wide and over his shoulders. His hands part my lips exposing my clit, and he drags his tongue flatly over me. I shiver.
My fingers grab the sheets in bunches as I wither in teasing pleasure. I don't recognize the sounds that vibrate in my chest and runs through my throat.
Edward cups my cheeks and brings me closer to his mouth. After each stroke of his tongue, the concerto in my head crescendos and I fall ever so slowly into rambling notes.
Soon he is back up, kissing me with fervor as he fills me, quickly pumping three long streams and collapses to the side.
He threads his finger through mine. "I have to feel you."
I'm not able to speak.… I'm overwhelmed … and Edward misunderstands my silence.
"Bella, you don't regret?"
"No. I just feel like a hypocrite."
"When you were singing to me and running your fingers through my hair last night, I couldn't let you go, and I held you tight. When you fell asleep, I knew I could rest because you were with me."
"But I didn't stop you from touching me because I thought it was all a dream, and then this morning I needed to feel you all over again, Edward."
He kisses my knuckles. "It was like a dream. And I want to keep touching you. Let's not overthink this, Bella."
I giggle. "Look who's calling the kettle black."
"I see things differently, now. My dad calls it the 'Cullen Curse' because when we fall, we fall hard. Look at Jasper, and Emmett was a mess with Rosalie. It only goes to show that I am no different."
"What does that make your mother, Rosalie, Alice and me?"
"Ours."
EPOV
Later, we walk to the Quarter and get away from the constant temptation. I find myself with a relentless erection, and a twitching cock is too much to bear.
While Bella excuses herself to go to the ladies' room, I call my dad.
"Edward, everything all right?" he answers the phone.
"When does the throbbing stop?"
Dad laughs, "Son, it doesn't. I walk with three legs whenever I'm around your mother."
"That's not reassuring, Dad."
"I can assure you, you will find a way. This is all new for you."
"Yeah, I almost fucked it up, too."
"What did you do, Edward?" he blindly admonishes.
"I was confused, and I couldn't get her out of my head or my dick. So, I went to the clubhouse looking for a house mouse."
He groans, "Oh, Edward."
"Nothing happened, Dad. I couldn't do it."
"Well, thank God you didn't. And don't ever tell your mother. If she didn't want grandchildren so badly, she would shoot it off."
"I did tell Bella."
"Well, good. You had sense enough to be honest."
"Dad, did you ever have a house mouse?"
"Sure, before your mother, but not after."
"I love her."
"I know."
"It has only been a few days, Dad."
"And I declared my love within an hour for your mother, Son. It is what it is. Do you think it's different for Bella? Cullen woman get it bad, too."
"She's not a Cullen."
He chuckles, "Not yet." He clears his throat. "Look, your brother, Emmett, does have the best solution."
"You are kidding?"
"He makes sure he goes home for lunch and eats two meals; food and Rosalie. He says it helps. Oh, and waking up during the middle of the night. Those are dream states."
I nod. "I get it."
He hangs up, and Bella walks towards me.
BPOV
Esme says I need to keep my cool, then Edward will settle down.
I sit across from him, and he grabs my hand. My heartrate goes up, and I shift in my seat crossing my legs.
He watches my every movement. "I'd like to show you my place. It's less than a mile around a few corners."
I smile. "I'd like that."
"Jasper has changed his schedule at the clinic. He's mirroring Alice's times."
"I see. Is she all right with that?"
"She asked him to do it. They're in Metairie, now."
I nod.
We walk less than seven minutes and find ourselves in front of Edward's Creole townhouse. It's a beautiful, white, three-story with seafoam green shutters and door. The second floor has a black, wrought iron encased balcony with many hanging plants. It sits between two beige and white three-story homes with dark green shutters and doors.
We enter through double-French doors into a living room area with highly polished, dark wood floors in a zigzag pattern and cream-colored walls. A fireplace sits in the middle of the left wall. The room glows from the overhead crystal chandelier filtering light over a huge, dark brown, sectional sofa. Edward takes me by the hand guiding me through the back entrance into a courtyard area. The walls of the townhouse are a red brick, and there are two balconies of white wooden spokes and many hanging plants. The courtyard hosts dozens of plush, green trees, and potted plants.
I look upward and turn a three-hundred-sixty-degree angle in complete awe of its loveliness. It's a historic home from the early eighteen-hundreds and it welcomes you with such grace and elegance.
Edward is proud of his upgrades, yet he still has the original moldings, floor, and basic design.
The kitchen is huge. There are very high ceilings with dark wood beams. The walls and cabinets are a cream color with a red brick fireplace, and the window moldings and doors are a mahogany tint. He has an over-sized stainless refrigerator, but his stove in an antique replica of the early eighteen hundreds; an interesting dichotomy of design.
We walk up the white, wooden, spiral staircase to the next level. All three bedrooms are large with their own ensuite. He skirts over Jasper's room and an extra bedroom to get to his. I stand in the doorway in utter amazement.
There are steel beams that crisscross throughout the steepled ceiling in a smooth cream color. His massive king-size bed sits in the middle and commands every ounce of his masculinity. The headboard is a thick, hard wood with the Cullen crest carved into the center. The footboard is shorter with a smaller crest. His bedspread is a deep, chocolate brown with beige and brown pillows.
I turn to Edward. "It's amazing."
"My mom designed it."
"Yes, I recall her telling me about the reason for the bed. She called it Carlisle's command post."
"Yeah, he had a motorcycle accident and was on bedrest for a few months. He drove mom crazy. So, she figured if she changed his surroundings, he would adapt to his bed incarceration. She found an artist that worked in wood and he did the carvings in less than a week." He chuckles. "Yeah, it did the trick. He would spend hours examining the carvings. We all do."
I run my hand over the wood. "It's strong."
"It is. My mom commissioned three more beds with the Cullen Crest, but the artist added something different for the each of us."
I look at the front footboard and see a pair of nunchucks under a Gaelic 'E'. "Nunchucks?"
"Well, just mine. Jasper has two angled revolvers, Emmet has an olive branch with comedy and tragedy woven through and Dad has his Harley."
"Wow, they all sound impressive," I say.
Edward stands behind me, pushes my hair to one side and kisses my neck. He mumbles through his lips on my skin, "Be with me … please."
Kissing me fully on the lips, he picks me up bridal-style, and places me in the middle of the mattress. The playfulness is gentle … his hands leave my hair and roam down my arms. "We're going to take this slow."
I shiver.
*RI*
Carlisle's command post? I wonder what Edward's represents. We'll see if Bella finds out.
*RI*
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