They survived falling in love and having four (count 'em, FOUR) children. Now, Geekward and Nerdella are parents of teenagers. Say a prayer for them for they are in for a bumpy ride. Kyra is being a brat, displaying actions akin to her uncle who is nearing the end of his life on death row. Owen is a geek, like his dad. Then there is Mia and Masen, the twins. They're still cute and adorable. Well, as cute and adorable as twelve year olds can be.
Let's not forget Alice, Jasper, Adam, and Gianna (the Whitlock's), Justin, Alex and Demetri (the Volturis), Esme and Marcus (the Volturis), Tim, Rose, Ava and Lucas (the Napletons) and our antagonist, Jacob Black. Emmett will also make a brief appearance in this story, too. But he's not causing drama. His final goodbye, as it were.
Chapter Fourteen: Mardi Gras
BPOV
"Bellini, you and Edward will have an amazing time in New Orleans," Rose said as she helped me pack for our weekend getaway. Somehow, by the grace of God, I managed to get a hotel in New Orleans, the weekend before Mardi Gras. We were staying at the Hotel Monteleone in the Tennessee Williams suite. We were flying out to New Orleans on Friday, staying through Wednesday following the big Mardi Gras parade.
"Thanks for coming out to stay with the kids while we have this mini vacation. The past few months have been…" I sighed.
"I know, Bellini. Everything will work out. Jacob has disappeared, thankfully. Kyra and Edward are thick as thieves. Alice is still driving me up the wall, along with your mother-in-law and the rest of the family, but we can't really do anything about her."
"She's pissed off at all of us for not doing more about Kyra's decision to help Mackenzie with the abortion. It happened over a year ago. What does she want us to do?" I asked, tossing in some sexy lingerie into my bag. "If it's not the drama with Mackenzie and Kyra or dealing with a lunatic ex-boyfriend, I've got handle my husband's sister who is all sorts of fucked up. Jasper is looking for divorce attorneys."
"Tim met up with Jasper for drinks a couple of days ago. The man is a mess. He still loves Alice, but the way she's acting, it's wedging them further apart," Rosalie sighed, frowning deeply.
"I feel badly for Adam and Gianna," I frowned. "Adam is taking it okay, but Gianna, she's spending more time here with us than at home. Jasper is trying to be there for her, but she needs a mother. Gianna is going through a lot and her mom is going through her change of life."
"Define a lot," Rose asked.
"Gianna has gone through a growth spurt and she's started her period. Jasper drove her over to our house so I could take her to get pads because she was inconsolable. It was like Alice didn't talk to her about the birds and bees. She didn't know what to do or anything," I explained. I closed my suitcase, putting it on the floor so I could focus on Edward's bag. "I love Alice, but this behavior is a huge change from the bubbly girl I met nearly twenty years ago."
"Has she started to see a shrink?" Rose questioned, her brow arched.
"She still refuses to see that there's anything wrong with the way she's acting. It's like she doesn't realize that she's distancing herself from her friends and family. Her main focus is to keep herself as youthful as possible at the expense of her relationships. Her marriage is on the rocks. Her children are turning to me and Edward for guidance. And Esme, sweet Esme who couldn't harm a fly, wants to strangle her daughter due to her behavior," I deadpanned. "A vacation. We need a vacation. A longer one than five days."
"What are you planning on doing in New Orleans? Well, besides each other," Rose smirked.
"Charming, Rosalie," I snickered.
"What? Don't deny it, Bellini. You and Edward handle stress differently than other people. You fuck each other stupid," Rose guffawed, going to my bag and swiping a tube of lube that I stuck in the pocket. I rolled my eyes, swiping the tube from her hand and stuffing it back in the pocket. "Seriously, Bellini, you and Edward are quite, um, horny for each other. Even after so many years of marriage. It's nice to see."
"Are you and Tim okay?" I asked.
"We're fine. I'm trying to convince the mister to get a prescription for Viagra or Cialis, but we're all good," Rose winked. "Seriously, what are you guys doing down in New Orleans?"
"Well, one of the days, we're going to be complete tourists. Edward and I planning on going to a Mardi Gras museum and the Audubon Zoo, then go to Chalmette to eat at Rocky and Carlo's. My friend, Bridget, who lived down there, suggested it. We're doing that on Saturday. On Sunday, we're probably going to roam around Bourbon Street, do a cemetery tour and explore the voodoo connections of the French Quarter. Monday, we're planning on doing the Lundi Gras parade since on Mardi Gras, we were invited to the Rex Ball. When the concierge, Ing, found out who we were, he made arrangements for us to get an invite since the Rex Organization uses Whitlock computers and software. The only downfall with that is we have to wear a gown and a tuxedo. I've had our dress clothes shipped down there and they'll be waiting for us in our room once we arrive," I said.
"And you guys return on Wednesday?"
"Yep. We should be home by dinner time. Our flight leaves at eleven in the morning with a connection in Memphis," I said, checking the itinerary on the dresser.
"Why didn't you take one of the Whitlock jets?" Rose asked.
"Because, they are not there for us to use on a whim," I chided. "They are supposed to be used for Whitlock business. I was a nervous wreck when Edward told me he used the jet to fly out the kids to California when we were there discussing the first movie. It wasn't related to Whitlock business and it's a misappropriation of funds. That's a big no-no."
"Bella, I love you, but you need to get fucked. You're too fucking uptight," Rose snickered, leaning back on my pillows. I rolled my eyes, packing Edward's boxer briefs along with some jeans, t-shirts and button-downs. "Is your security force coming with you?"
"Not with us. Ricky lives in nearby Florida and he said he'd be our protection while we were in New Orleans. Everyone else is staying here in Chicago. It's safe to assume that Jacob won't even know we're gone, but Edward wanted something. And with all of the activities the kids are involved in, we needed all of the security up here."
"Yeah, go over this schedule for me, Bellini. The color coding is making my eyes cross," Rose laughed. She placed the detailed, color-coded schedule between us. She gave me a withering glare, teasing me that I was too much of a control freak with my children's hectic lives.
"Okay, Masen has musical practice almost every day after school except Friday. That's the blue. He should be done no later than half past four. Mia has basketball practice that goes until five. Hers are purple, but when she has games, that's the magenta color. Games last longer, they're usually done by six-ish. Plus, she has a practice on Saturday morning, in preparation for the conference games next week. Owen is in the pit for the musical at the high school. He has rehearsals on Mondays and Thursdays after school, usually until five as well. Those are in orange. He's also got wind symphony on Wednesdays after school. That's yellow. Kyra has tutoring sessions for National Honor Society at one of the local elementary schools on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Her sessions are in green and go until four. Don't worry about driving them places, Steve, Oliver, Casey or Johnny will handle the chauffeuring. If you want to go to Mia's games, that's great, but she knows that you don't have to be there. I have meals labeled for you in the fridge and freezer."
"Bella, I'm not completely helpless. I have my own husband and children," Rose laughed.
"And I also know that Tim cooks," I deadpanned.
Rose wrinkled her nose before sticking her tongue out. "I still think that this schedule is insane, Bellini."
"It is crazy, but I'd rather have my kids be involved in school than acting like jack asses on a street corner. I'm lucky that all of them are respectful and do well, with little to no push back. Now, we've got an early flight tomorrow. Edward should be home soon."
"Why is he so late?" Rose asked. "It's after nine."
"Conference call in Hawaii. They're talking about ordering some of his new tricorders at some of the medical centers in the Aloha state." I checked the clock in our room. "They should be on their way now."
"Does it really work?"
"They've tested it on several different patients at a slew of hospitals locally. It accurately gives heart rate, blood pressure, temperature and minor arrhythmias. Plus, it's helped with the diagnosis of broken bones and sprained muscles. It's not as detailed as what was used in Star Trek, but it is a useful diagnostic tool. They're outfitting them in the emergency rooms, urgent care centers and some medical offices," I said. "Edward's just finalizing details with the hospital administrators."
We chatted until the garage door opened an hour or so later. The three of us, plus Johnny, hung out while Edward and Johnny ate dinner. Edward thanked Rose for staying with the kids. Tim was coming over the weekend with Ava and Lucas, leaving on Sunday night so they could go to school on Monday. We went to bed shortly after Edward and Johnny ate. My husband was exhausted from working over eighty hours this week. I had barely seen him. He'd get up before the sun and get home just before we went to bed. He was putting in extra hours so he could enjoy our weekend getaway, but his golden eyes were drawn, tired and he was done.
Going to bed shortly before eleven, my husband crushed me to his chest. He was abnormally clingy. "What's wrong, Angel?" I asked, running my hand along his taut belly.
"I don't know," he replied, his voice sounding completely drained. "I'm happy we're going away, but this past few months has kicked my ass. And it's going to get worse when we get home."
"Why?" I questioned.
"Jasper filed for divorce, asking for full custody of Gianna and Adam," Edward muttered. "Alice is going to be served with papers while we're in New Orleans."
"Nothing can be done?" I whispered.
"No. Alice's behavior as grown more and more erratic. I understand that her hormones are out of control, but it's her blasé attitude that's upsetting the most. She doesn't want to get help. Mom's tried to talk to her. I've tried. Even Marcus has pulled her aside, but she doesn't see that anything is wrong with her. You know?" Edward responded sadly.
"Do you think that the papers will light a fire under her ass? Will Jasper not go through with it if she proves that's willing to work on getting better? Improving their relationship?"
"Jasper doesn't want a divorce, but he misses Alice. The old Alice. The one that was normal and funny and who didn't obsess about her looks, weight and loss of femininity. Jasper still loves her, but they can't keep going on like this. To answer your question, I think that Jasper would stop the divorce proceedings, but Alice has to make a marked change and right now, I don't see that happening. I don't even recognize my younger sister. She's a shell of her former self because of this menopausal insanity that she's experiencing. I'm almost afraid of you going through it," Edward cringed.
"Some women have a rough time. My mom, she had a year of hot flashes and then nothing. She was fine. I'm assuming I'll be like her," I said, kissing his chest. "Was Alice a mess when she got her period?"
"Ugh, it was awful. She'd bitch about the cramps. My mom had to take to the gynecologist at the age of fourteen to get her put on the pill regulate her cycles along with her debilitating cramps. Once the shot came out, Alice went on that and her problems went away because essentially, she didn't have her little friend," Edward said. He chuckled humorlessly. "I know way too much about my sister's girly problems."
"I hope that Jasper and Alice get their happily ever after and that this doesn't end up with a broken family," I said sincerely.
"Me, too," Edward replied, cupping my chin and kissing my lips softly. "I love you, gorgeous. I'm never leaving you. You know that, right?"
"I know, baby," I murmured in the darkness. "I'm never leaving you, either. I promise."
"Show me," he pleaded. My needy husband desperately wanted us together. I was more than willing to oblige. In a way, I craved him as well. Removing our clothes, he brought me to orgasm with his fingers before he slid inside of me. With whimpers and renewed promises of our love, we came together before succumbing to exhaustion. Our need for each other was sated and we curled up together, so closely that you didn't know where Edward ended and I began.
xx STTD xx
Landing in New Orleans, we met up with Ricky. He was holding up a cheesy sign, grinning like a goofball as he leaned casually against a beam in the baggage claim. The sign was decorated with Mardi Gras colors, stating 'Welcome to New Orleans, Cullens!'
"Wow, you got old, Mr. Edward," Ricky laughed, hugging my husband.
"Pot meet kettle," Edward quipped, poking him in the belly. "And none of this 'mister' business. We're friends. Please?"
"Old habits die hard," Ricky shrugged. Turning to me, he smiled. "You look as beautiful and youthful as ever, Miss Bella. Why are you still with this old fart?"
"Because he's my soul mate, Ricky," I giggled, kissing his cheek before giving him a hug.
"That's good. You two are so perfect for each other," Ricky smiled. "Do you have bags?" We both nodded, walking toward our carousel to pick up our luggage. As we waited for our belongings, Ricky and Edward chatted about random things, mainly about Whitlock Technologies and Steve. I sent a text to Rose and all of my children, explaining that we were in New Orleans, safe and sound. After retrieving our bags, Ricky led us out to the parking garage, toward a rented black SUV.
Settling into the car, Ricky drove us to the Hotel Monteleone. "I know you guys are on vacation. I want you to enjoy it. For the most part, I'll be a quiet, invisible shadow. I'll be nearby, but I won't be hovering like your regular team. In fact, when you go to the ball, I won't even be there because my wife and I are not invited guests, like you. I took the liberty of informing the ball organizers of your issue and they explained that they have their own security. If they don't have a ticket, they won't be coming in."
"Thank you for planning ahead," I smiled at Ricky.
"I will be driving you to the event and you have my phone number if an emergency situation arises," Ricky explained, expertly navigating the highways to the French Quarter of New Orleans. "Patty and I will be on the same floor as you. Thank you, Miss Bella, for arranging for the rooms. They are amazing. Even though I'm working, we're treating this as our second honeymoon."
"I've already extended your stay until next weekend, in the same suite that we're in. It's a small token of our appreciation for flying out to be with us," I said, rubbing Ricky's arm. "I've already cleared it with your wife and she has plans for you."
"I imagine she does," Ricky smirked, waggling his brows lasciviously.
"Yeah, ewwww," Edward laughed. "I don't need that visual, you perv."
"What? Just because I'm in my late-fifties, doesn't mean that I like to get it on. All natural, too," Ricky snorted. "None of that Cialis shit."
"Stop, Ricky. Just, no," Edward whimpered, jutting out his lower lip. Ricky snickered, pulling up to the hotel and parking the car. Gathering our suitcases, we entered the large, elegant lobby of the Hotel Monteleone. Checking into the hotel, we went up to our suite. Edward told Ricky that we were probably just going to take a nap and possible explore a little bit of Bourbon Street. I invited Ricky and his wife out for a late dinner and we made arrangements to meet up in the lobby at seven.
I made sure our formal wear had been delivered, which thankfully, it had before we crawled into the king-sized bed to cuddle together to take a nap. I slept hard and probably got the best rest in months while in that comfy bed in the Tennessee William's suite. When I woke up, I heard Edward speaking quietly on the phone.
"Thank you. My party of four will be there at nine," Edward said, his voice lilting and smooth. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and watching as my husband finished working on whatever he was doing on the computer.
"Where are we eating?" I asked sleepily.
"Hmmm, a sleep rumpled Bella. My favorite," Edward chuckled, walking over to me and crawling into bed. He caged my body with his arms, kissing my nose.
"Not good enough," I said, pulling him closer to me. With a rumbling growl, Edward's mouth descended onto mine and our lips moved together languidly. He kissed me for a few moments before rolling off to the side. His hand was cradling my face, caressing the apple of my cheek. He looked so handsome with his bronze hair with the perfect smattering of gray all disheveled. His lips were slightly swollen from our kisses and his golden eyes were twinkling, shining with the love he had for me and for our relationship.
"You are so beautiful, Bella," he whispered, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip. "I'm one lucky man to have you as my wife. Thank you for planning this trip away. We so needed it."
"I agree, angel," I smiled, kissing his thumb. "Everything was spiraling out of control. I would have liked to take our kids with us…"
"I wouldn't. Bella, I love our children, but we needed some us time. We needed to be away from Chicago, the threat of Jacob, the looming drama with Alice and Jasper and just life. Over the summer, we'll take the kids to wherever they want to go, but this weekend is all about us. You and me," Edward said, pulling me closer to his body. "And Ricky and Patty." His nose wrinkled. "Even though we're on fucking vacation, we still have protection."
"I'm sorry," I frowned, feeling incredibly guilty. It was my psycho ex-boyfriend that was causing this unrest.
"Stop, gorgeous," Edward chided, cupping my chin to look into my eyes. "It's not your fault."
"Not directly," I said, arching a brow. "I was the idiot who dated Jacob, thinking that his moronic, stupid ass was good enough for me."
"Bella, did you ever think that Jacob would have turned out the way he did?" Edward asked. I bit my lip, shaking my head. "Then, it's not your fault. He's the one with the screw loose."
"I just pray that he doesn't do anything to our family," I muttered.
"Not if Steve and our security team have anything to say about it," Edward replied. "Now, we're going out on Bourbon Street and we have a reservation at Redfish Grill at nine. I need to let Ricky know and then we can wander around the French Quarter. Do you want to shower?"
"Probably. I hate that grimy feeling of being on a plane," I said, making a disgruntled face. "I see that you already showered." I ruffled his slightly damp hair.
"I'm with you with the foul nastiness of flying," he shuddered. "You were down for the count and I was restless. I decided to shower and do some work before I really turn my mind off for our time here in New Orleans." I scowled at him. "Don't put on the puss, Bella. Charlie sent me at text, asking questions about an order that was placed through me for some of the new police tablets for Chicago Police Department. I responded to his request and spoke with the representative, verifying the order. It took no more than fifteen minutes." I kept on my scowl, arching a brow at him. "I'm yours for the rest of the weekend." He flashed his signature crooked grin, nuzzling my neck.
"If I see you on your work computer again, it's being chucked out the window, Cullen," I deadpanned.
"The only time I'll be on it is to look up directions and verify reservations," he said, holding his hand over his heart.
"Promise?"
"I solemnly swear," he chuckled, kissing my lips. I got up from the bed and went to grab some clothes for our explorations of the French Quarter and Bourbon Street. I picked out a pair of plum colored jeans with a light pink camisole. Edward said that it was warm out, but to bring a jacket, just in case. I was going to wear my light-weight leather jacket and a pair of cheetah print flats.
After a nice long, relaxing shower, I fingered in some mousse into my hair and reapplied my makeup. Once I was finished, I got dressed, walking out into the living room of the suite. Edward was wearing a pair of jeans and a light teal button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I handed him my credit card and driver's license, which he placed in his wallet before we went downstairs to meet up with Ricky and Patty in the lobby.
We spent an hour and half wandering around Bourbon Street. It was filled with revelers of all shapes, ages and sizes. What shocked me more than anything was how brazenly some women asked for Mardi Gras beads by flashing their boobs. I snuggled closer to Edward, trying to cover up my chest. Patty was doing the same, but watching the tradition with rapt attention.
"Not in the mood for some public nudity?" Edward asked lowly.
"Definitely not for some five cent beads," I snorted, looking up at him.
"Good. Because, these are mine," Edward retorted, staring at my breasts. "And I fully intend to spend at least an hour becoming fully reacquainted with your perfect tits." He reached around my body, squeezing my left breast underneath my jacket. I smacked his hand, giving him the evil eye.
"Behave, Edward," I hissed. He chuckled, grabbing my hand. Threading our fingers together, we walked happily until we arrived at the restaurant. It was a fairly casual restaurant, but came highly recommended by the hotel. Our table wasn't ready yet when we arrived. We sat in the bar and drank some Arbita beer until we were ready to be seated. We didn't have to wait long, thankfully. Enjoying some local and delicious seafood, prepared in a Creole style that was absolutely sinful. Splitting some amazing desserts, we walked back to the hotel and went our separate ways. I called the kids, checking on them. Kyra was out on a date with Thomas and another couple. Oliver was with them. Owen was having some sort of Xbox battle with his brother and Lucas in the basement while Mia, Gianna and Ava were doing makeovers in Mia's bedroom.
Sending my love to my children, I was barely off the phone when my husband picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He spent over two hours lavishing my body with kisses, nibbles and licking every inch of my skin. We didn't make love, just spent two hours enjoying some fucking amazing foreplay.
xx STTD xx
Early the next morning, Edward woke me up with some slow, tender lovemaking. I nearly cried when he kissed me so adoringly as he slipped inside of my body. The sheer joy in his golden eyes was nothing short of beautiful and my heart grew for this beautiful, sexy man who was my husband for nearly twenty years.
Our plan for today was to spend the morning and early afternoon at Audubon Zoo. Edward, being a dork, was humming a Dixieland jazz standard of the same name. Dressed in a pair of jeans and some light-weight tops, we went met up with Ricky, who drove us to the zoo. His wife was enjoying some time with a friend of theirs and was meeting up with us for dinner at Rocky and Carlo's. Pocketing the camera, we went to the zoo and acted like silly kids, just having fun and reminiscing from when we didn't have four kids, a hell lot of responsibilities or really any cares in the world.
Ricky hung back in the shadows, not really interacting with us. For that, we were grateful. The constant need for protection back at home was weighing on both of our minds. Jacob had been silent since that almost moment with Kyra. That added to our fears. She was almost taken in February. It was now early March with no word on the Jacob front. Edward was secretly hoping that his dick had turned gangrenous and fell off, causing him to die from sepsis.
Unlikely, hubby of mine.
Jacob, while being an impulsive, domineering asshole, had the patience of a saint. I just knew that he was waiting for the right moment to get us while we were least expecting it. My fear was that he would hurt one of my children in order to get to me. I would die for my babies and do anything to ensure their safety, even if it meant going into the clutches of a madman. I prayed it didn't come to that.
"Gorgeous, it's a beautiful day and I don't like the scowl you have on your face," Edward said, poking at my cheek.
"Sorry, just thinking about the mongrel," I replied.
"He doesn't exist here," Edward said, dragging me to the lion exhibit. "Jacob Black is merely a figment of our imagination and has no place here in New Orleans or on our vacation. Do I need to take you into one of the bathrooms and fuck some common sense into you?"
"Edward, we'd scare young children or become one of the exhibits," I snorted. "I don't want us to be on display, 'Nerds Fucking in their Native Habitat.'"
"Geeks, Bella. We're geeks," he sighed, tugging me to his side. "And the bathroom wouldn't be our native habitat. That's our bedroom, baby."
"What about the piano?" I snickered.
Edward growled, kissing at my neck as I squealed. Dancing out of his arms, I gave him the 'mom eyebrow' and pointed at him, demanding that he behave himself. Holding up his hands, he laughed heartily as we continued our exploration of the zoo. We took pictures and just hung out until Ricky sent us a text, reminding us about the Mardi Gras museum and their hours on Saturdays. Stopping in the gift shop on the way out, we ended up buying some trinkets for the kids, t-shirts, key chains and some stuffed animals before getting into the car, driving to the museum.
The museum was amazing, displaying all of the different floats from previous years. They were colorful, whimsical and just awesome. Some of the more unique floats, Edward and I took pictures with, Ricky acting as photographer. Shortly after that, we decided to drive to Chalmette to go to Rocky and Carlo's. From what Bridget told me, this was a local, cafeteria-style diner that had delicious mac and cheese and stuffed peppers that were to die for. Sitting with Ricky and Patty, we ordered the specials and died and went to heaven from the tasty, albeit very fattening meal.
Driving back to the hotel, the sun had set and the revelers had swarmed the streets. I was tired. So was Edward. Yeah, right. My husband was staring at me hungrily all during dinner. He was not tired. He was horny.
Who was I kidding? I was horny, too. Playing with my husband and just have a day of fun had reminded me of our relationship when we were dating. Hell, it reminded me of our first few months of marriage, too. The carefree days really lingered in my mind. We had a good run of them, the days of no protection, until Jacob decided to be a douche.
Back at the hotel, I told Edward that I was going to shower. It was humid and walking around all day had made me sweaty and gross. My horny hubby asked if he could join me, but I encouraged him to call our children. Masen wanted to talk to Edward yesterday, but low batteries on my phone had cut our call short. Stripping out of my clothes, I walked into the bathroom to scrub myself from the grime of the zoo and grease from the restaurant.
Swiping one of Edward's button-down shirts, I padded to the bedroom. Laying down on the bed, I curled up around the pillows and began putting on lotion onto my legs. As I got closer to my apex of my thighs, my need for my husband grew. I had been turned on prior to my shower and now, my arousal was almost painful. I could hear him talk to our kids, but I was in need of some sort of release. I put the lotion on the nightstand. Opening the shirt, I ran my hand up and down my body, cupping my breasts. I imagined it was Edward's slightly calloused hands doing the touching and it made my arousal grow.
Twisting my nipples, I moaned quietly. In my mind, Edward is nibbling on my breasts. It feels divine and all I want is his mouth on me, kissing every inch of my skin. Working myself to a near frenzy, I slid my hand between my legs. Palming my sex, I was shocked at how wet I was. Whenever I played with myself, I couldn't get myself this turned on. Perhaps, it was due to the fact that Edward was going to walk in at any point, see me with my hand touching my pussy that made me so fucking wet. Languidly, I ran my fingers through my folds. I slid them inside of my body, whimpering at the feeling. My silken walls clung to my fingers while I curled them up, trying to massage my g-spot. Licking my lips, I moved my fingers up to my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Yes," I sighed.
"Starting without me, gorgeous?" Edward growled from the doorway.
"I was wet," I smirked, still playing with my clit. "Horny and desperate for some action. You were still on the phone."
"I'm not on the phone anymore," he murmured, his golden eyes trained on my hands. "Do you need help?"
"I want you to tell me what you want me to do," I said, sitting up slightly, still rubbing my pussy.
"Take off the shirt," he said, arching a brow. I shrugged out of the shirt, tossing it onto the ground. "Spread your legs, gorgeous. I want to see your sexy body." I bit my lip, opening my thighs so he could get a clear view of my dripping core. He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Perfect…now, put those sexy little fingers into your pussy."
"Like this?" I asked, dipping them barely inside of my body.
"Now, when I touch you, is it like that?" Edward chided, his voice gruff. I shook my head slowly. "Deeper, Bella." With a low whimper, I sunk my fingers further inside of me. "I can't believe how wet you are, gorgeous. How did you get this turned on?"
"Thinking of you," I whispered. "Wanting you."
"And you'll have me, Mrs. Cullen," Edward smiled, his fingers gliding along my legs. "After you bring yourself to orgasm."
"I'd rather have your tongue on me," I quipped, jutting out my lower lip.
"Baby, I'm so close to burying my face between your thighs, but you told me that you wanted me to tell you what to do," he admonished lightly, but his eyes darkened. "Rub your clit, Bella. With your other hand, fuck that pretty little pussy."
With my left hand, I circled my clit while my right slid between my folds as I began pounding my sex. Edward watched me, removing his clothes as I brought myself closer and closer to the brink. "Are you close, Bella?"
"Hmmm, yes," I moaned, writhing on the bed. His warm hand slid up my leg. My hips were bucking against my hand, uncontrollable from the feelings I was experiencing. Dripping down my wrist, my arousal seeped out of me. Edward was slowly stroking his cock. His muscles in his forearm were rippling with each stroke. "Bring your cock over here, angel," I demanded. "I want a taste."
He groaned, moving closer to my face. Removing my one hand from my body, I wrapped it around his cock. His arousal was covered with my juices. Sitting up, I gave his erection a long lick, from his body to the head. He shuddered, still watching my one hand circling my clit. Cupping his cock, I slid it between my lips and began bobbing my head, relishing his velvety hardness. "Bella," he choked out, "as good as that feels, I want to be inside of you when I come."
"I'll get my taste later?" I pouted.
"Who am I to deny my wife?" he smirked. "Finish yourself off, Bella. I want to see you come. I want to see your hand plunging deep inside of your wet pussy. I want to see your breasts bouncing as you fuck yourself with your hand. I want to hear you scream as you gush all over the bed, excited and aroused all because of your fantasy of me, of us." His hand snaked between my legs and he rolled my clit with his fingers. "Put your fingers inside, Bella." I looked at him, pushing three of my fingers into my core. "That's my girl. Hard, I want to see you fuck yourself hard."
Edward's lips are a hairsbreadth away from mine. We're sharing the same oxygen and it was fucking erotic. His golden eyes are trained on me, watching my reaction as I pound my pussy with my hand. My moans and whimpers were out of control. I was close. Edward's hand roughly circling my clit and my hand inside of me, I was about to fucking explode. Out of nowhere, my body seized up and waves of pleasure washed over me. Edward kept circling my clit, staring into my eyes as I experienced one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever had. Collapsing against the pillows, I tried to catch my breath. Edward's mouth was on my neck, suckling and nibbling at the sensitive skin behind my ear. "I need you," he crooned in my ear. "I want you. I love you."
"Please," I murmured. He grasped my hips and rolled onto his back. Straddling his waist, we kissed each other hungrily. I was rocking over his erection, coating his cock with my arousal. He looked at me, stopping my movements and guided me to hover over his body. He teased me with the head of his cock along my folds. I whimpered again.
"I love you," he said again as he thrust his hips up, filling me.
"Oh, Edward," I sobbed. "I love you more than words can express."
"Show me," he replied, cupping my face with his large hands.
And I did.
We made the sweetest love, cherishing every breath, every thrust, every moment together. It wasn't about getting off. It wasn't about feeling the pleasure. What we did in that hotel room was something more. Rolling us over, Edward tried to get as close as he could to me. Every part of our bodies was touching. It was so intimate. He whispered his adoration of me and I did the same for him. When we came, it was quiet and powerful. I felt my heart grow with the love I felt for my strong, amazing and nerdy husband.
With tired murmurs of love, we crawled underneath the bedspread. Edward held me to his chest, lightly caressing my back as we began to drift, happily encased in each other's arms.
xx STTD xx
We spent all day Sunday in our suite. We didn't even bother to get dressed. Okay, Edward got dressed when room service came up to deliver all of our meals, but that was just him pulling on his jeans hastily before tossing them off. There was no part of the hotel suite that was 'unchristened' by me and my horny hubby. It was amazing to just be with him.
On Monday, we wandered around the French Quarter, exploring the various Voodoo shops and taking one of the many cemetery tours. Originally, we had planned on doing that on Sunday, but our insatiable need for each other was more pressing. We also celebrated Lundi Gras since we were going to be at the Rex Ball on Tuesday. It was sea of people and I was honestly not very comfortable. The sheer amount of humanity packed on the streets of New Orleans was overwhelming. It was fun to say that we had gone, but it would not be something that we'd do again.
Tuesday, Edward treated me to some time down in the hotel's spa before we got ready for the Rex Ball. It was amazing getting a fully body massage, wax treatments, manicure, pedicure and my hair and makeup done. Patty joined me when I was getting my manicure done, getting her fingers painted as a treat from her husband. Finishing up at the spa, I went upstairs to get dressed in my gown that I had sent to the hotel. It was the same color as the stone in my engagement ring, alexandrite. The dress was strapless and had ruching that clung to my form. The shade was a deep aquamarine color with an opalescent sheen. I wore my earrings that Edward got me from Harry Winston along with my heart pendant and an alexandrite bracelet. As I was putting my phone, cash and lipstick into my silver clutch, my heart nearly beat out of my chest when I saw Edward in his tuxedo.
"Damn," I breathed. "You are so sexy in a tux, Edward."
"What? This old thing?" he snorted, cocking a hip. "It makes my ass look big." He looked at me, his eyes traveling the length of my body. "Now, you…you are a vision, Bella. So gorgeous." He walked over to me, wrapping me in his arms before settling his hands on my ass. "I'm going to have the most beautiful woman at the ball tonight."
"I wouldn't go that far," I quipped, kissing his jaw.
"We'll just have to agree to disagree. Now, the hotel has arranged for a limo for us to the ball. We should get going. It's supposed to be here in ten minutes," Edward explained, kissing my forehead. Picking up his cell phone, we grabbed our keys and a wrap for me before going down to the lobby. Ricky was waiting down there, holding his camera. We stood together, smiling while he snapped a few photos. With a hug, we got into the waiting limo, driving to the Sheraton Hotel where the Rex Ball was being held.
There were paparazzi outside. Edward and I stood and smiled, being special guests of the organization. We were blinded by flashbulbs and led into a large room. There was a great deal of pageantry and elegance. It began with the military band, playing an impressive musical program. Their full-dress uniforms were crisp and the music was almost magical. Shortly after that, the Rex court began their processional. The dresses and costumes were almost effervescent with the amount of glitter and rhinestones on them. What surprised me was the amount of pageantry of the ball. I almost felt like I was in a royal court, not a hotel in New Orleans.
We all greeted Rex and his Queen before we began dancing. I was having so much fun with this and I felt like a princess, dancing in the arms of my prince. An hour later, they left the ball to greet the King and Queen from the Comus Ball in the historic meeting of the courts. We followed them across the street and watched another display of pageantry.
"This is so magical," I whispered to Edward.
"This whole trip has been magical," Edward murmured back, kissing my head. "It's exactly what we needed. I had so much fun. All of the drama in our lives has been weighing on me and just being able to spend time with you, be silly and us has recharged my batteries."
"I don't want to go back," I frowned. "This year has just sucked."
"I know," Edward sighed. "First, Kyra starts with her diva attitude. Then, Jacob comes out of whatever hole he's hiding in. Thankfully, Kyra pulled her shit together only to have her life turned upside down because of the bullying with Mackenzie."
"Let's not forget about Alice and Jasper," I deadpanned.
"Not my concern," Edward huffed.
"She's still your sister and Jasper's your partner," I said, threading my fingers through his.
"You're right," he said, his brows furrowing. "There is one thing that makes this year not as bad, though."
"What's that?" I asked.
"I've had you by my side and knowing that you love me…" Edward murmured, cupping my cheek. "That means more than anything and with that, we can face anything."
"Love truly does conquer all," I said, kissing his mouth.
"And then some," he growled, deepening our kiss.
If only I could believe his words…
A/N: So, originally, I had planned for there to be a great many more lemons, but eh…I wasn't feeling it. The citrusy action is more in your imaginations in this chapter. We'll be going back to Chicago in the next chapter and hearing from Edward. What do you think is going to happen with Alice and Jasper? Let's not forget Jacob…what's his doggy ass doing?
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