Kiss Me Now, Kiss Me Never

Chapter Ten—Nailed

Betaed by kyla713

Anthony

I was fuming. How dare my father believe that I would still marry that wretched beast after what happened. I stilled as the cool night air refreshed my skin. I should have never allowed for my family to brow beat me into marrying into such a family.

The rumors I had heard about Becca and her aunts were deplorable. Yet, my father saw past that and only saw the dowry; nothing more. He was willing to sacrifice his only son for fancier accommodations. It was his bloody fault that there were little monies left. If it were not for our name and my grandfather, we would have been on the streets.

After the death of my dear mother, my father had not been the same man. I shudder to think of what would become of me if I had lost Beverly to the wolves. There had to be something I could to have her, even if it meant destroying my family.

We had to leave, that was the only choice I could see working to our advantage. It would be a hard ride out west, but it would allow us to be together. I was determined never to hurt my Beverly again.

I walked into the parlor and saw one of Bev's maids, the one that helped us be together in secret. I had to find a way to talk to her, to see if she would be able to assist in our leaving this wretched place. She handed me some tea, our eyes briefly met, and she nodded to acknowledge my silent request.

After ensuring that our discussion would not be overheard, I made my way down the hall to await Rosalinda. In a few short moments, she walked into the hallway near Bev's room, looking over her shoulder. No doubt, she was afraid of the consequences of our secret meeting.

"Rosalinda," I whispered. I looked around us to ensure our privacy. "Beverly and I must flee." She shook her head and told me that I could not take her. That it would hurt her father so much. "If she were to stay we would not be allowed to be together."

Rosalinda sighed and nodded. "Tell me what I need to do. I do not trust that woman that would be your wife if you remained. She is evil."

Confused by her description of Becca, I had to wonder of what she knew. The family from which Becca been born to has always maintained a high-class standard; rumors were only spoken within our social circle. However, Rosalinda had likely seen and heard more from some of the others workers that gathered weekly.

"Why do you say this?"Rosalinda looked horrified that she had spoken ill of someone. "Be still, I will not tell anyone of what we have spoken of today. I need to know what makes you believe that Becca is evil."

"She follows you sometimes. I wanted to see what had her going into the forest. I have seen her watch you when you are with Beverly."

I gasped, unable to maintain my composure for long. I was so angry that the vile woman would dare follow me. Curse my need to have Beverly in every way. Had Becca seen me make love to my beloved? Could it be the reason she had insisted on announcing our engagement, weeks earlier than we'd discussed?

I shook my head, disgusted by the turn of events. I had hoped a few days to prepare, however I had an urgent need to take my beloved and run. I bent and whispered my intensions.

"Gather me some food and some of Bev's clothes. We leave tonight."

Rosalinda gasped as her eyes become wide and fearful. "Do you think it wise in her condition?"

"I am quite capable of caring for her, Rosalinda," I said softly. "Please."

"Yes," she said looking behind me. "I will help you both."

"Hurry."

I heard the sound of a door closing as Rosalinda walked away. Curious to see that Beverly's door was closed, I knock tentatively to announce my entrance. It was not proper for me to enter her room without a chaperone, but I was desperate to see her again. Soon it would not matter; after tonight, propriety would be the least of our troubles.

I knocked again, not granted an invitation to enter; perhaps she was sleeping. Wishing to discuss our plans, I entered slowly, in case someone else was in the room with her. What I saw made my blood run cold.

Becca stood beside Beverly's bedside, candles lit on every surface of the room. Bev sat in the center of her bed, eyes vacant, her hands cupping a small silver bowl as her lips trembled with incoherent words. In Becca's hand was a small silver dagger, drops of blood dripped into the herb-filled container in Beverly's lap.

Fear, anger and rage filled me, potent and strong. The only thought in my head was "not her."

"What are you doing?" I roared and lunged toward Becca. I grabbed her by the back of her hair and dragged her away from Beverly, as a blood-curdling scream bubbled from Becca.

"Do not break the spell!"

Footsteps pounded in the hallway as a voice called out. Becca slashed at my arm, and I cried out in pain. Blood stained my jacket as she pulled away, dipping the dagger in the bowl, while Beverly remained in a trance. I pushed Becca away, strands of her dark hair fell from my grasp as I threw her across the room.

Taking Beverly's face in my hands, I shook her until her beautiful eyes focused on me. I heard the outrage coming from her father, his orders to call the proper authorities. My father was there, too, insisting that it had to be Beverly that attacked Becca. However, their voices seemed distant; my only concern was my beloved.

"My love," I whispered, brushing her soft hair from her sweat ridden brow. "Are you all right?"

Her eyes had trouble focusing again, my name a whisper upon her reddened lips. Her brow furrowed in confusion, her eyes darkened as they met mine.

"Kiss me."

I woke up with a start, my breath ragged as I focused on my surroundings. Bella's warm body was beside mine, her beautiful ass pressed against me and one of her arms draped over my hip. I sighed deeply, the fear I had felt moments ago dissipated. I pulled her closer for a moment, allowing her mere presence to soothe my nerves further.

The dream was the most vivid I'd had in so long. I felt the pain and fear that Anthony had. It felt as if I was there beside him, or perhaps, I was him. I had to get up and write down what I could remember; because it may help with the solution that we were desperate to achieve.

I pressed my lips on Bella's warm cheek, wishing I could take the time to kiss her properly. I slipped my arm out from under her, running my hand down her naked side to soothe her back to sleep as she stirred. I stood by the bed and watched as she slipped back to a restful sleep.

I was seriously thinking I should just slip inside her from behind and wake her up properly. However, she needed her rest. We still the rest of the weekend and various rooms to defile. The thought left me hard, but I was determined to write down the dream. I ran a hand through my hair and walked to the hallway to go to the bathroom, naked.

I tensed when I saw that Jacob stood in the hallway just outside of Bella's bedroom. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked as I faced him, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.

Jacob scratched his head and shook it. "It's not what you think."

"And what the fuck do you think I'm thinking, huh?" I growled, taking a step toward him. Jacob's eyes widened as he took a step back. "Maybe I'm wondering what the fuck you're doing in Bella's house at five in the morning when you know she'd be in bed. Or maybe that you're a sick asshole that watched me fuck her and hoped for another chance to watch?"

"Okay," Jacob said, lifting his hands up defensively. "It may look like that to you, but it's not what you think." His eyes ran down my body, but quickly snapped them back up.

"You said that already," I hissed. "And you're about two seconds from getting your ass kicked."

"Edward," Bella said behind me. I swore under my breath, if she was naked as I was, I was going to gouge the punk's eyes out. I growled as I took in Jacob's appearance. His eyes were wide, darting from me to Bella as he adjusted himself.

"That's it," I hissed and took a step toward him.

Bella grabbed my arm, and I shook her off easily. "Edward!" she cried out. "Damn it!"

I turned toward her and growled. "What the fuck are you doing out here, looking like that?"

She looked down at her attire, just my t-shirt. It was one of my more fitted shirts, but with Bella's curves, it left little to the imagination and her legs were completely exposed. She rolled her eyes at me.

"Considering you let him watch us yesterday, I think he's seen it all."

"You knew?"

She shrugged. "I saw him for a moment. It's what he's into anyway. I thought 'what was the harm?'"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Well, he's bisexual," she said softly. "And he only has group sex and enjoys voyeurism."

I growled and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Have you fucked him?" Her eyes narrowed and for a moment, I didn't think she'd answer me. She shook her head. "Have you let him watch you?"

"No," she said, smiling. "Jake's only interested in watching couples fucking or threesomes, Edward." I pursed my lips. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you're the one turning him on more right now."

Jacob fucking whimpered behind me. I turned to see him hightailing it down the hall. "Damn it! This discussion is far from over, asshole," I called out to him, fuming.

I turned back to Bella to find her eyes wide and curious. "You really are jealous, aren't you?" she asked, sounding astounded. I could feel the heat wash over my face, not of embarrassment but of anger.

"Of course, I'm fucking jealous," I growled. "He's known you longer."

She cocked her head to one side, seemingly looking to see if I was being honest. "You have nothing to worry about," she said with a sweet smile. Her shoulder lifted slightly, falling just as easily. "I'm not interested in seeing him that way. He, of course, made a few suggestions, none of which I've ever taken seriously." I growled at the thought of those suggestions, causing her to pat my cheek to calm me. She was trying to hold back her laughter at my anger. I was this close to biting her, a clever way to mark her. "However, his suggestions of watching and being watched made me curious."

"You've watched him." She nodded and quickly said she was not in the same room with him and his partners. I closed my eyes. There were so many things I didn't know about her, things I wanted to find out myself. Her curiosity with sex was one of the things I had known already. "What the fuck was he doing in your house so damn early?"

"Besides being my groundskeeper, he's also my, um, housecleaner."

I growled again, barely noticing her attempt to calm me with the touch of her hands on my chest. "That doesn't answer why the fuck he was just outside your room."

"He was probably on the way to my office down the hall," she whispered, motioning to the last door on the right. "It's where I write and it's usually a mess."

"So, this man basically lives with you, you've seen him naked and now he's seen you naked." She nodded again, biting her lip nervously.

She quickly added, "He's just a friend."

I gritted my teeth, trying to control the urge to grab her and shake her for being so stupid. "I suppose if I asked you to kick his ass out, you wouldn't?"

"No," she answered immediately. She didn't even hesitate.

I shook my head and closed my eyes. "I need to go," I said through clenched teeth, opening my eyes again. "I can't be here right now."

"You don't understand," she said. She tried to continue but I shook my head again.

"Don't make excuses," I growled. "If I stay, I'll say something I'd regret and I don't want to do that with you."

I turned and walked toward the hall bathroom. "He saved me, Edward," she said softly behind me. I stilled, refusing to turn, so afraid of what she meant. "I owe him, and he has no where else to go."

"Save you how?"

"I – I was attacked by –"

"One of the men that kissed you," I finished.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Did he –" I couldn't even get my mouth to say the words.

"No." She remained silent, as if she was gathering herself to continue.

I knew I was being an asshole, this wasn't a light conversation, and fuck, I knew I should be holding her. However, I was fucking livid with the whole Jacob situation, still reeling with the Jasper aspect, the nightmare and now Bella's confession that she'd been hurt by one of her victims. I'd likely hurt her instead of providing comfort.

"Jacob beat him so badly that Bradley ended up in a coma for several weeks, and because of his record of assault, he spent two years in prison because of me."

I turned and shook my head. "This asshole, Bradley, attacked you, so he deserves a jail sentence."

Bella gave me a sad, tear-filled smile. "I'm talking about Jacob. He spent time in prison for attempted murder."

"I don't understand, if he was defending you—"

"No," she said, interrupting me. "I stopped Bradley from hurting me further that night, Jacob, who was a good friend at the time, found me as Bradley ran off."

"And he went looking for Bradley," I said, finishing for her. Damn, I really wanted to hate Jacob. "So he went to prison for it."

"Not exactly. The police couldn't find Bradley, so Jacob must've been watching over me. Bradley came back and we think he was going to try to break in or do something worse. Jacob stopped him before he could even knock on my door. I didn't even know until I heard the sirens." She sighed and I could see she was close to tears. "His father basically disowned him, as did most of his people on the reservation. I simply gave him somewhere to work, since that's hard to come by when you have a record. And a place to stay."

"I'm sorry," I said softly, finally pulling her into my arms. "I'm so glad he saved you. And I know I'm being an asshole, but I don't like the idea of sharing you."

"You aren't," she said gently. "I'm with you. And I've never been interested in him that way."

"But he is," I said, clutching her tighter. Very aware now that she was so close and that I was still buck-naked. She nodded. "You've only watched him?" She nodded again.

"Until yesterday," she teased.

I grumbled for a moment, thinking and then shrugged. "It was fucking hot showing him exactly who you belong to," I growled and nipped at her neck. "Hearing you scream my name, knowing the little shit heard it every time." She moaned as I licked at her pulse point.

I pulled away to look into her eyes. "Later, we need to discuss all your victims, which now I really fucking hate that term for them. You're just as much a victim to their cursed obsession than they are."

Tears formed and fell from her beautiful eyes. "Don't cry, baby," I whispered, pressing my lips over each eyelid. I wiped her tears away with the pads of my thumbs as I cradled her face. "I want to know, and I really think you need to talk about it."

"My last therapist said I was an emotionally scarred woman that uses 'the curse' as an excuse to not commit."

"Then talk to me. I'm someone that has a bit of an understanding of what a curse can do to a person."

Her eyes widened in fear, dancing over my face to see if I was serious. She nodded after a moment. "Later, please. May we talk later?"

I nodded and pulled her toward the bathroom. "Shower with me?" I asked, nuzzling her temple. She moaned when I took her ear in my mouth, immediately answering my question. I lifted her so that her legs wrapped around my waist. I groaned when I felt her warmth pressed against my abdomen. Once inside the shower, I showed her how much I enjoyed it when she was all wet.

After breakfast, we washed the dishes together, which quickly turned to a wet t-shirt contest. Bella fucking won that easily with her cute little nipples poking through her pale pink shirt. Her award was two e-gasms – her word not mine – with my mouth and fingers, right there on the kitchen floor.

We lounged poolside after breakfast, basking in the sun for a while before heading out to do some grocery shopping. I'd never had so much fun doing a normally boring task. The way she concentrated on picking her fruits, was borderline erotic. She was a natural flirt with the old man behind the meat counter, who was taken with her immediately. Giving her the cuts of meat she asked for at bargain price, too. I had walked behind her as she pushed the cart through the frozen food section, wrapping my arms around her waist. I had licked at her neck, her cold little nipples on display, and my covered erection hot and hard against her ass.

It was tortuous and so much fun. After returning with our groceries, she invited me to her office. We were waiting for a call from my father. We hoped he'd found something by now. She sat at her dark, sleek desk with a state of the art computer on it. "Come here," she said, her eyes wide and mischievous. She was up to something.

"What is it?" I asked, pulling her from her chair and sitting down myself. I grabbed her hips and pressed my face against her belly, breathing deeply. Fuck, she always smelled so good. She smelled spicy, hot and aroused. Just the way I like her.

She wiggled in my grip and promptly sat on my lap once I loosened my hold. On the screen was a Word document labeled Chapter Sixteen. "What is it?" I asked again.

"My latest contemporary romance," she said, somewhat shyly. Curious, I looked down at her to see that she was blushing. "I just started it the other night, you know after we met." She bit her lip nervously and I wanted to laugh when I realized why she was acting so strangely.

"Bella, are you telling me that you've been writing down about what we've been doing behind closed doors?" I gave her a big grin, causing her to scowl. "So I must've made one hell of an impression to have already made you write that many chapters in five days."

"Don't get cocky, Cullen," she growled. I licked my lips, wiggling my eyebrows. I pulled her roughly against my hips so she could feel how cocky I was. She pretended not to even notice and turned her attention back to the screen.

"May I read it?" I asked. She shook her head, cursing under her breath. "Please." I kissed her from her temple down to her shoulder. "Please."

She whimpered, moving her head to allow me more room to play. "Cheater," she moaned. I grinned against her fragrant skin. "Don't distract me. I have things to do today."

I stopped and pulled her around to look at me. She wouldn't meet my eyes and I knew that what she had to do was something I wouldn't like. "Tell me," I demanded, pulling her face up with firm grasp on her chin.

"I have to answer some emails and make some calls," she said reluctantly.

"Who?" I asked, though I felt I already knew the answer.

"Jasper and the other victims." I closed my eyes at her words. "I have no choice, Edward. If they don't hear from me often, they get violent or depressed."

"You shouldn't have to deal with this shit," I said harshly. "It's not your fault."

"I won't have someone else's death on my conscience," she said warily. "If you can't understand that –"

I shook my head. "I can understand why you have to," I said, reassuring her by pulling her in close. "But I don't have to like it." I held her close for a moment. "You don't lead them on or anything, do you?"

She huffed angrily, trying to get out of my grip. I held onto her more securely. "It's a question, Bella. I'm not accusing you. I want to know what you say to them that keep them from hurting themselves or you."

"No," she spat. "I don't fucking lead them on. I just talk to them, respond to their letters or emails honestly. Most of the time, they just want to know about my day."

"All right," I said softly. "How often do you do this?"

"Every other day," she whispered. "I haven't done it for a couple of days now, though."

"You're worried." She nodded and pulled up her email and sure enough, there were at least a few dozen emails awaiting her. "I'll let you do your thing. I think I'll go work out for a bit."

She nodded again, averting her eyes as I set her back down on the chair. As I was almost to the door, I heard her whispered plea, "I'm sorry I'm hurting you."

I turned to watch her, and nodded. "I know, baby."

I must've worked out in her pool house-combination gym for about an hour before I heard her call me through the intercom system. I stepped off the treadmill and headed inside the main house, to find her waiting for me in the kitchen. She handed me a bottle of water and placed a kiss on my cheek.

"I'm done for the day," she said, answering my unspoken question. "Your dad is waiting for us on Skype."

"Let him know I'll be there in about ten," I said after taking a long drink. "I need to take a quick shower."

Ten minutes later, Bella and I sat on her chair as my father told us of his findings since his arrival at Bella's ancestral home in Italy. He looked somewhat flushed, full of excitement and his eyes were once again the vibrant blue of days I had long forgotten.

"I found three trunks in the attic filled with books and diaries, as you, Bella, had said. Some are so old that I'm afraid of touching them. I found a curator here, willing to help me catalog and preserve them. However, I found something rather interesting."

"What is it?" I asked.

"There are incantations, spells, if you will, written amongst some of the diary entries."

I sighed. "Are you saying that Bella's ancestors were also into magic?"

He nodded, looking grave again. "There's a very good chance that Beverly herself cast a spell of some kind. However, I find it hard to believe she would curse herself." I shook my head as Bella started to cry silently. No doubt thinking that her family was to blame for the pain that our families had been through.

"I had another dream. Nightmare, really," I said, trying hard to remember. I told them everything, since, for some reason, it came much easier than past dreams.

"I had one, too," Bella said after I finished. "Becca had said some things, suggesting that Anthony was bedding her and Bev's housemaids. Bev was unsure and Becca used that to her advantage."

"Did you dream of the spell?" my father asked eagerly.

Bella shook her head. "No, I woke up after Bev was determined to find a way to determine Anthony's true intentions."

"There are rumors here," Dad said, softly scratching his lightly bearded chin. "Some of the women in the nearby town said that the last descendent that lived in this house used to sell potions."

"My family is the reason we're cursed," Bella said softly.

"Sweetheart," my father said gently. "We don't know all the circumstances. I'm hoping we'll find Beverly's diary or her mother's and perhaps the full spell. There has to be a reason for the number of kisses."

I nodded. "Times were so different back then," I said thoughtfully. "That may play into it."

"That's very true." Dad looked over his shoulder at something. "There is also the chance that Becca sabotaged it."

"Blood was involved," Bella said vacantly. "Beverly's, Anthony's and Becca's."

"In the dream I had," I said as I looked at her. "The blade had blood on it, and Becca cut Anthony and dipped the knife into the bowl. That's all I remember."

"You said that Anthony pulled Becca by the hair, some strands may have fallen inside the bowl."

"Are you trying to say that Becca's family was affected by the curse, too?" My Dad watched us, his face held age old worry on it.

"Angela had this reputation at school," Bella said softly. "Anyone she was interested in hated her. And anyone that was interested in her, she hated."

"Both sides of the curse," I said.

Bella nodded. "We need to do some research on her family. There's a chance they may have the spell as well."

"All right," my father said. "I'll continue going through the diaries to see what I can find."

"Thank you, Carlisle," Bella said. "Thanks for helping."

"I want to help my son, and in doing so, help myself. I love his mother, even after all this time. To break the curse could mean I could win her back."

Bella smiled, her eyes glazed with unshed tears. "I have no doubt about you doing that. You are, after all, Edward's father. And he could charm the panties off the Queen herself."

I grinned, laughing. I kissed her cheek. After making plans for another video call in a week, we said goodnight to my father. "Come," I whispered in Bella's ear. "It's time to head to bed."

Bella hummed and smiled when I pulled her up in my arms. However, she protested when I tossed easily over my shoulder. I smacked her cute ass and ran to the room.

"I'm surprised Jacob hasn't made another appearance," I said as I started stripping.

"He came and quickly did his chores while you were working out," Bella said, shrugging as she slipped off her panties. I growled. "He's gone for the rest of the weekend."

"Good," I said and pounced. "I want you all to myself for the next day until I have to leave Monday morning."

"Work?" she said, squirming deliciously beneath me. I told her that I'd be working most of the coming week. "I'm staying here and not in town."

I looked at her then, wondering how to respond. "Why?"

"I have to finish working on my other story and I have some editing to do."

"All week?"

She nodded and shrugged. "You can come over whenever you can."

"I'm on call all week, too."

"It's too long of a drive if there's an emergency," she said. "Well, we'll have to do with calls, texts and phone sex."

I grinned. "I do love all the sounds you make," I whispered, taking her hand in mine. "However, I'd love to know exactly what you look like while we're having phone sex." I led her hand over her right breast, barely touching the other. Sliding her fingers along her ribs, slowly, causing her hips to dilute against mine. We circled her navel with our fingertips, tracing her hips before I released her hand. "Show me." My voice was husky and my breathing was ragged as I watched her touch herself.

"Touch yourself," she whimpered as she skimmed over her clit. I cursed and sat back on my haunches to watch, to touch so that she could watch me, too.

She moaned and bucked against her hand as I fisted my hand over my cock. I groaned and with my free hand, spread her legs wider. Hottest thing ever.

With the images of her spread across her bed, touching herself, phone sex would be so much fun.

~oOo~

Days had passed since I'd seen Bella. We spent what time we could on the phone, texting and on Skype. We had phone sex every night or morning depending on my schedule. Her texts were hot and provocative. I worried about her being alone out in her rural home, but Jacob had returned on Monday and she promised that Jacob had seemed to pretend that nothing had happened. I didn't like it, but he could provide a sense of security.

Fuck, I missed her.

I finally had two days off again, and since Bella said her club would be fine without her, we were spending the weekend at her house again. I packed an overnight bag, packing light since I did not intend to leave the house. I just wanted to spend the weekend talking with her and buried deep inside her.

I managed to get out earlier than expected and drove out to her house. I picked up a bottle of wine and some flowers to take to Bella's. When I arrived there, she didn't answer her front door or the garage door, but her car was there. After a few minutes, I went to into the backyard to look for her and when I couldn't find her, I walked over to the pool house. The small building was mostly windows, and inside was a full bathroom and gym. Once it was in view, I saw fucking red.

Bella was lying on a massage table with a sheet draped over her lower half and Jacob was touching her back. The French door slammed on its hinges as I walked inside.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I roared. Bella bolted straight up, the sheet falling to reveal that she was in a bikini. Jacob cursed under his breath.

"It's not what you think," he said, once again putting his hands up defensively. "I'm going to school to be a masseur and Bella needed to ease some of her tension."

I stood inches before him and growled. "In other words, any excuse for you to touch her," I spat. "Get the fuck out." He nodded and quickly left. I was pissed and I had for a small moment, thought the worst.

Bella cleared her throat to get my attention, laying a tentative hand on my back. "How could you think that I'd cheat on you after what my mother had done to my father?"

I shook my head. "What the fuck do you think it looked like from outside the window?"

"If you trusted me, you'd have thought I was just getting a massage," she said softly. "I told you I never wanted him that way. You didn't believe me."

I sighed and shook my head. "No. I trust you. I just don't trust him. If the situation was reversed, I'd have taken advantage while massaging you."

She nodded, refusing to meet my eyes. "I wouldn't do that to you. I missed you and I haven't been sleeping well. He just offered, I think he feels he owes me since I'm paying for school."

"I don't like him touching you like that," I said as I closed the distance between us. "It's too intimate."

"I won't let it happen again if it bothers you so much," she said, finally meeting my gaze. "I don't want to drive you away."

I pressed my lips on her cheek before pulling her into my arms. "It's going to take a lot more than an overgrown pup to make me turn my back on you."

Her arms wrapped around my neck, nuzzling her nose against my throat. "Mmm, I missed your smell."

I laughed and held her tighter. "I missed feeling your spectacular tits pressed against my chest." She laughed and shook her head. I curved my hands over her ass. "I missed this, too."

She hummed and shifted so that the sheet fell completely away from her body. "Want to find out if this super deluxe massage table can take what you can give me?"

I hissed and tore away at her bikini. "Fuck yes," I groaned as her hands went for the button on my shorts. In a few short moments, I was naked as she was. Hands and lips touched, licked and nipped until we were both desperate for more. "Do you think he's watching?"

"Probably," she whimpered as I flipped her onto her stomach and bent her over the massage table's edge. Her skin was soft, and covered in a thin coat of sweat. Fuck, I bucked my cock against her ass, licking and nipping at the back of her shoulder.

"You enjoyed tormenting me," I said roughly, bucking again. "By sending me dirty messages and pictures all week, everyday."

"I thought of you constantly," she moaned, writhing beneath me. "I thought of you inside me, under me, over me, behind me." I groaned as my cock settled between her cheeks, sliding lower to where she was slick and hot.

"I thought of you, too," I whispered in her ear, nipping at it gently. "I thought of you sitting at your computer, typing away. Wishing I were kneeling before you and tasting you on my tongue. Wanting to feel your pussy clenching around my cock, or your lips teasing me as you take me in your mouth." She moaned and tried to move more, causing me to slide back up to her lower entrance. She moaned and tossed her head back and pleaded for me to hurry. I slid a hand beneath her, grasping her breast. I thumbed her nipple with my blunt fingernail, she cried out, the sting both pleasurable and bordering on painful. I did it again, her movements against me driving me insane.

I stilled her hips with my free hand and I pulled her head back by the hair with the other. "Now whenever he tries to convince you to let him massage you, you'll remember me fucking you on it."

"Oh fuck," she cried out. "Edward! Please."

"That's what I wanted to hear, baby," I growled and slammed inside her. She screamed as her upper body fell fully on the table. I bent over her completely, my cock moving in and out of her swiftly, deeply. My feet planted firmly on the floor. She cried out with every thrust, her hands clutching the braces underneath the table as I held her hair in my hand. I could see every twitch of her lips, every flutter of her long lashes as she moaned and mumbled under her breath.

She came after a few more strokes and I groaned as she clenched around me. I stilled to feel her muscles move over my cock. After a few moments, I pulled back out and looked around the gym. The previous week, we fucked in front of the mirrors and we left the toy and lube I used on her in the bathroom. "Stay right there," I whispered as her body lay over the table enticingly. She nodded, panting.

Once I got the items from the bathroom, I found her eyes following me in the mirror. "Do you think you're ready for this?" I asked, knowing she knew what I was asking. We had discussed anal sex last week, both of us inexperienced, and she promised to use the plug while I was gone.

She nodded, but bit her lip nervously. "If you don't want to, we don't have to."

"I want to," she whispered. "I want you."

I groaned and caressed one of her ass cheeks in my hand. "Fuck, I love when you say things like that."

She smirked. "I want you inside me."

I groaned again and grabbed the small vibrator, and my hands shook with anticipation. She watched in the mirror as I slipped it inside her pussy, the vibration making her moan softly. "Does it feel good, baby?" She nodded, her breath coming out ragged again. I slipped a hand beneath her, teasing her clit. "Tell me if I hurt you." She nodded again and bit her lip. "Relax, baby." I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking it a few times, my eyes glued to her delectable ass.

"I'm glad I'll be your first," I said softly, touching her there gently. I lubricated my cock, continuing to touch her, slipping a lubricated finger inside her slowly. "I want to be the only," I growled honestly as I slid another finger beside the first.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "I want that, too."

We both raised our heads to the mirror in front of us, our eyes met. We both knew what my declaration and hers meant. We wanted no one else—ever.