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Chapter 13

EPOV

What the fuck.

I looked down at Bella, who had by now turned beet red. Her eyes were wide, and I felt her finger tips digging into my sides.

"Oh, my God, Edward…is that…It can't be…"

I heard Alice moan again, and my jaw clenched. Whitlock was trying to bone my sister in the hallway.

Not fucking likely.

In fact, after I got threw with him, boning anyone would be unlikely.

I shifted my weight to stand up, pulling up the fly on my jeans when I felt Bella wrap herself around me.

"Bella, I have to take care of this, let go."

"You cannot leave me here, naked."

Fuck, I forgot about that.

I reached behind her and grabbed her tee shirt, tugging it over her head. There; no more naked Bella, on to killing Whitlock. I extracted myself from Bella's death grip, only to have it reapplied to my legs.

"B, what the fuck?" I don't like swearing at my brown eyes, but this shit was getting old.

"Edward, do you really want to go out there and see your best friend feeling up your twin sister? Because I can guarantee you that's what they're doing."

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling, "No."

"Okay then. Let's just go upstairs, and let them…uh continue, and then we can, well, you know."

"Bella, you can't seriously expect me to let this happen?"

I looked at her incredulously. Surely she would want me to protect my sister's honor, right? This isn't supposed to be happening.

"Edward, they can do what they want. And besides; how would you feel if Jasper cockblocked you right now?"

I groaned because she just reminded me of the throbbing going on down below. Fuck. I gotta get off—soon.

I grabbed Bella's hand and led her out of the room, through the kitchen and up the back stairs to my room. I hurried inside and collapsed onto the bed. This could not be happening. It took me a minute to realize that Bella had yet to join me on the bed. I hope I didn't lose her on the way up.

Fuck.

I heard the door click shut softly and I rolled onto my back to look for her. She was standing in front of the door still, her eyes trained on the ground, biting her lower lip.

"Bella? Honey, are you okay?"

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine tentatively and then shifted back down. Okay, what the fuck could have happened in between the time she said 'cockblock' and shut the door? It's moments like these, where you have to be a fucking mind reader that makes me wish that girlfriends and relationships were never invented. But then I looked back at my brown eyes—My Bella—and I can remember that it's worth it; all of this emotional bull shit is worth it because she'll do it with me; she'll do it for me. I pulled myself up off the bed and went over to her, wrapping her up in my arms. She leans into me, carefully at first, but then completely melting into my touch, like she thought I was going to run away or some shit.

Not fucking likely.

I kissed the top of her head, rocking her gently.

"B, what's up?"

She whispered, it was kind of creepy though, because the way she said it, it made me feel like we were in one of those cheesy horror movies, you know? Like Hayley Joel Osmond was going to suddenly appear and be all 'I see dead people.'

But anyways, Bella said in the same tone of voice, "I'm scared."

"Of What?"

She sighed and tried to pull away, but I just held her tighter. "Bella brownie, of what?"

"What we were going to do…down there. I mean, ugh I dunno…"

"What do you mean? Are you not…are you saying that you aren't…ready?"

Fuck.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

She had seemed ready, right? I mean she was wet and shit, so that means that she's ready, right? What the fuck? My girlfriend was turning into a cocktease.

Fuck.

Wait…wait…get it under control, idiot.

Okay…deep breath.

I look down at her, and my brown eyes are pleading with me to understand, to not be mad. And I'm not. I'm just…frustrated.

"Edward, please don't hate me." She whispered into my chest, pulling me closer.

I kissed the top of her head, and squeezed her, "Have you seen my annex?"

She looked up at me confused. "I'll take that as a no. C'mon." I pressed another kiss into her hair and led her over to it. I pushed open the door, stepping aside to let her go before me. She stepped in carefully, tracing her fingers over the albums on the wall leaving a tail of dust in her wake. I haven't touched those fucking things in ages. The moonlight fell across Bella's face, making her all the more radiant, and honestly any thought that I had about getting off few out the floor-to-ceiling windows; I was just glad to be in her company. I followed her gaze as she turned around and saw the piano.

"Can you play?"

I nodded

"Will you play me something?"
I sighed, and nodded. Now this was the one thing I might not have been ready for. I sat down on the bench, and Bella sat next to me. I lifted the lid, and let my fingers glide gently over the keys before I press into them a little bit harder, starting to play. At first I'm not sure what I'm playing; I wasn't sure what she'd want to hear, or what she was expecting, but it suddenly turned into a more delicate and emotional version of the song I wrote for her before. Maybe it was because she was sitting next to me; maybe it was because somewhere in the back of my mind I knew she was it, the melody transformed and it became…Bella.

I kept on playing and she leaned over to rest her head on my shoulder, and she brought one hand up to tangle in my hair, tugging gently. Before I really knew what was happening, she lifted my arm and repositioned herself so that she was straddling my lap, facing me, and I noticed she had already disposed of her jeans. She started kissing me deeply then whispering in that lust filled vice of hers.

"You never told me knew could play that well."

"It never came up, Bella brownie."

"mmmm" she moaned at me, trailing kisses down my neck and across my collar bone. Safe to say I missed a few notes that time. Then she sat back up pulling her tee shirt over her head, and I missed a few more. Isn't this the chick that just said she wasn't ready?

"Bella, I…oh, God." I was going to protest and be a gentleman about it, but she started lifting the hem of my own shirt, leaving a trail of kisses where the material left my skin. She discarded it on the floor beside her own and started kissing me on the lips again, harder and harder matching the way I was playing. I felt her tongue sneak into my mouth, pulling my own into hers and sucking on it.

I never thought I would be doing this on my piano.

Ever.

First time for everything, right?

She kept right on kissing me, but her hands snaked there way down my body to the button on my jeans. I felt my breath hitch, "Bella, are you sure?"

She bit her bottom lip and nodded, never taking her eyes off my hard on, which was painfully obvious through the denim. I stopped playing then because it wasn't making much sense and I just had to touch her. I picked her up and carefully stepped out of my jeans and attempted to make my way into the bedroom when she pulled away.

"No, Edward; in here. Please."

What my brown eyes want my brown eyes get.

I lowered her gently onto the floor, and I crashed on top of her, kissing anything I could find: her collar bone, her tits, her stomach. Then I caught sight of the navy lacy panties she was wearing; well that simply wouldn't do. I caught my fingers between the band and her skin, but before I pulled them off of her, I checked to make sure she was okay, and she nodded at me. I slid them carefully off of her, and I have to say; I've seen plenty of women, but my brown eyes were definitely the best of all. I pulled off my boxers and leaned into her carefully at first, but then she pushed her hips into my throbbing member, which in and of itself almost threw me over the edge. I cradled her head in my hands, positioning myself at her entrance.

"Bella, are you sure? Baby, we don't have to do this; we could stop."

Like hell I could stop.

But thank fucking God she just shook her head, leaning up to kiss me gently. "No, I want this. Edward, I want you."

Okay, Bella brownie. You got me.

I eased into her slowly,as her mouth hung open and her eyes clamped shut while I filled her to the hilt. She was so fucking tight; I knew that I wasn't going to last too long, but I'd be damned if I didn't at least try to do it right.

"Baby, open your eyes."

She flicked them open a little, and I saw that my brown eyes were hooded with lust and desire.

Fuck, I wanted this, and she wanted it, too. I kept my forearms on the ground next to her head to brace myself and started easing in and out of her. This was totally new for me; I mean I can fuck a girl, but this...this was completely different. This wasn't a casual fuck or even a quick fix to my not so little problem; this was sex with my brown eyes.

Shit.

I had to make sure she kept eye contact with me though, because those little moans and groans she was letting out were making it very, very hard to stay in control. I was taking everything in me to keep from plowing into her.

"Edward, baby, faster."

Okay, I can do that.

I sped up a little, but I started planting a trail of kisses across her chest, and in between her tits as she started lifting her hips to meet me thrust for thrust, and pushed her hands into my hair and started tugging. It was better than I could have ever imagined. It just felt better, you know? It felt like for the first time in a long time I...belonged with someone.

"Oh, God...I'm so close...please…."

I wanted her to come, and I wanted to watch. I had a feeling that watching Bella come, and being the one that had made her come would be almost as good as coming myself.

Almost.

So, I reached a hand down between us and started rubbing her bundle of nerves. The reaction was almost instant. I felt her walls start to flutter around my cock, her hands pulling my hair even harder, and her knees start to dig into my sides.

"ohgodohgodohgodohgod…..EDDDWWWWARRRDDDD!!!!!!!"

She came violently on my cock, and the intense waves of her orgasm brought my own and I spilled into her, as she milked me, taking in all she could.

Then I had a mild heart attack.

"Bella, I hate to be a downer, but baby; I didn't use a rubber."

Her eyes stayed closed as she attempted to come down, "It's fine; I'm on

the pill."

Thank you, Lord.

I eased myself in and out of her a few more times, letting myself go completely soft inside her before pulling out completely and rolling over next to her, pulling her on top of me. Bella snuggled into my side and tangled her legs up in mine, tracing lazy circles across my stomach.

"Was I...okay?"

Seriously?

"Bella brownie, you were fucking amazing."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sweetheart. That was the best sex I've ever had. And you know I don't lie to you."

I pulled her up to my face so that I could kiss her, but I held back a bit so that I could try and show her how much what she just did for me (and to me) meant to me. Then something occurred to me.

"B, what happened to not being ready?"

She moaned softly, and then started burrowing into my chest. This girl is too ridiculous.

"Bella?"

"It's just that, you know, once we got up here, and there was an actual bed...I got nervous. You know...the others"

Good Lord.

"Bella, I've never brought another girl up to my room."

"Really?"

Fuck, I'm gonna have to tell her. "Yeah. Actually, I'd usually just use...the guest room."

"Oh my God."

She froze slightly in my arms and turned to look at me.

"I slept in that bed."

I laughed and pressed a kiss into her hair, "Well, you never have to again, so it works out, now, doesn't it?"

She let out a deep sigh, and I could tell that she'd be asleep in a minute. As carefully as I could, I eased out from under her, then pulled her up into my arms so I could carry her into bed. She wrapped her little arms around my neck and started kissing the space where it meets my shoulder. I was getting hard all over again.

I have never rebounded that quickly.

Ever.

I pulled back the covers with one hand and put Bella down, then grabbed a pair of boxers for me, and a tee shirt for her, but when I turned around to pass it to her, she was already asleep. I made my way over to her side of the bed, and she looked completely perfect. Her hair was fanned out across the pillow, and her mouth was in that cute little 'O' shape again. I pulled on the boxers before reaching for her and pulling her up to get the shirt over her head.

"Edward?" She breathed.

"Yeah, B?"

"I have to tell you something, okay?"

"Yeah…"

"I think I love you."

Oh.

Well that's something completely different.

Now here's the disclaimer: I am not responsible for what I said next. I'm pretty I only said it because I knew she wouldn't remember it, and because maybe, for the first time I was so happy to hear someone other than Jen and Alice say it to me.

So here's what I did: I leaned in, pulling her into my arms, and resting my cheek on her shoulder so that I was speaking directly into her ear.

"I love you infinitely, Bella. Always."

"hmmmm."

That was all she said, and I felt her head fall into mine and I knew she was back asleep. Good. I didn't really know where to go from there. I eased her back down onto the pillow, and then got under the covers myself. This was all completely new to me. Even though I had been spending the night at Bella's and in her bed, it felt strange to be doing the same thing here, in mine. I shut my eyes and started rubbing them with the palms of my hands, trying to place exactly what had just happened.

Unfortunately, I couldn't.

I felt Bella start to move around, then start calling for me sort of melancholy.

"Edward?..." I looked over to her, and her eyes were closed, vut scrunched up, and she was pouting ever so slightly. I rolled over toward her, cupping her cheek in my hand and tracing her cheek bone before kissing her pout lightly.

"I'm here, Isabella. I'm right here."

She sighed a little and I wrapped her up in my arms, trying to get as close to her as I could without being inside of her again. I tucked her head under my chin and I felt her start to trace those little circles in my back.

"Bella, don't leave me."

Shit, I don't know where that came from.

"I can't" she whispered.

For whatever reason, even though she's unconscious, I felt like she meant it; that she won't ever leave me behind. I just hope that I never give her a reason to.

Please, please; don't let me fuck this up.