CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Edward:

"Oh my God, NO!" I hear the shriek and look down at the panting girl upon my chest. The high pitch squeal sounds nothing like my Bella. Her shrieks aren't usually followed by no either. Bella is looking at me with wide eyes. She's frozen. In my post coitus bliss it takes me a few seconds to connect the dots and realise that the shriek I just heard wasn't Bella.

Bella quickly scrambles off of my chest and searches for her clothes. I look to the doorway and hear the shrieker chanting, "No, no... ew... oh God... not what I wanted to see... I am sorry, I am so sorry... I should go... I'm so, so sorry..."

"Wait!" calls Bella and she dashes to the doorway. She's dressed in her t-shirt and a pair of holey sweatpants that somehow didn't make it into the garbage bag. She's managed to find her original cotton, black and white, polka dot boy shorts, which I see from the hole that sits on the seat of the pants, but by the looks of things her bra she hasn't found.

I can hear apologetic murmurs from the two women in the hallway. I quickly throw on my jeans and shirt and make my way out to see the mystery shrieker.

"Tanya?" I ask as I see her head hanging in shame as she tries to cover her red face with her blonde curls.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea that you two were together," she rushes out, her embarrassment clear as day when she speaks to her toes. I move closer to Bella, who is just as red as Tanya, and wrap one arm around her. I tug her lip from her teeth when she looks up at me in shock. Tanya still hasn't lifted her head.

"Kate's coming in," Tanya continues, "and I was just wondering if you wanted to see her. The door was unlocked, that's why I didn't knock. And Jasper said you'd just be moving furniture." she chuckles and lifts her head. Smirking at the two of us she adds, "I guess you were moving furniture. I almost called out if you guys needed help when I heard the banging from downstairs."

Bella buries her face in my chest. I scratch my head, slightly embarrassed, yet more amused at the situation. I'm just a little bit glad that Tanya was the one to find us like she did, as opposed to others.

Tanya starts to laugh. She holds her sides together and wipes away her tears. Bella starts to chuckle next and I just look at the two crazy women. I don't see what is remotely funny.

"What?" I ask them. Bella is no longer hiding in my chest. She is leaning against the wall in the hallway with her hands resting on her knees. Tanya is waving her hand between the two of us and the doorway to Bella's bedroom as she hysterically chuckles out words I cannot comprehend. Bella seems to understand because Tanya is just making her laugh harder. "What the hell is going on?" I stress. The two women quiet to giggles before they laugh heartily again and cross to me. I hesitantly pat them both on the back as they hug me.

Bella pulls away first and hops from foot to foot. "Ok, ok," she says as she wipes her eyes through the non-stop giggles. She takes two deep breathes. "Tanya, tea, coffee?"

Bella manages to say that without breaking down, but she breaks when Tanya giggles out, "Yes please!" I am left standing in the hallway as the two women make their way down into the kitchen.

I scrub my face with my hands, still just a little bit confused with the last two days. Or maybe just wholly confused with how the last week and a half of my life has gone. Bella has made everything confusing. I decide to follow them downstairs to try to turn one confusing thing into clarity. I pause around the corner as I hear the pair talking.

"So, are you and Edward together?" Tanya asks.

Bella sighs sadly. "No," she says bluntly. I cringe a little at her bluntness. "We decided that for the two weeks before the wedding we'd fool around; a no strings attached thing."

I strain to hear more. I can't tell if they've stopped talking, or if they're whispering. I can't move any closer otherwise they'll catch me, and I've no doubt that they'll stop talking then. Maybe Tanya's not comfortable with asking more questions. They did just meet yesterday. And Bella was not a fan of Tanya at all yesterday. That's why they've stopped talking.

I'm calm until I think I hear a sniffle. Or a cough. Maybe it was a giggle. I'm on edge again. Then Tanya speaks, "But Edward seems so into you!" They both giggle at that. "You know what I mean, but the sex it looked really good."

I can picture Bella blushing and Tanya leaning forward in anticipation. She's never been uncomfortable talking about sex.

"Edward's the," Bella sighs again, but it's not the sad one I heard earlier. "Amazing," I can almost hear the smile in her words, "he's the best lover I've ever had."

Tanya laughs. "I've no doubt about that. The way that man looks can bring women to their knees. But we never made it work. Something would always come between us. "

Bella snorts. "His cock maybe?" Hearing her say the work cock makes me hold back a groan and palm myself through my jeans. I don't think I've ever heard that word spill from her pouty lips.

They giggle before moving onto mundane topics of conversation, so I decide to make my entrance.

"What took you so long, Cullen?" Tanya asks with a knowing smile.

"I, uh, I'm still really confused," I say making myself look like an idiot. Bella pats me on the back in mock sympathy before giving me a cup of coffee.

"Well, I think I mentioned earlier that Kate's coming in. I need a lift out to the airport, and I was wondering if you wanted to come and say hey," Tanya explains, "so I drove over. I called out, but I got no answer. I could hear movement upstairs and the rest is awkward history. You two should really close doors next time."

"I wasn't expecting to have sex in my childhood bedroom," Bella murmurs. There is an awkward pause, so I decide to change the topic to something less awkward.

"How'd you drive here if you don't have a car?" I ask her.

"Oh!" Tanya exclaims and turns to Bella, "Rose loaned me hers. She says you've got a final fitting..." she trails off as Bella's face pales.

"Gah! No, I totally forgot. I have to shower!" She rinses her coffee cup and begins to write a note telling Charlie where everyone has disappeared to.

I move my hand to her hip and whisper, "Do you think that I could join?"

"No."

"But..."

"No, I have to shower off all the sex, but still appear like I've been cleaning all day." I pout and she signs the note. She stands up on her tippy toes and presses a kiss to my pouting lips. She's gone before I have a chance to kiss her back. "Goodbye Edward. Clean your coffee cup please!" She hollers before dashing up the stairs. I watch her underwear-flashing butt disappear. I only turn around when I hear Tanya's laugh.

"Oh my God, Edward."

"What?"

"Nothing," she says in a sing-song voice.

"What?" I ask again frustrated. She's grinning at me widely, like she knows a secret about me. She starts to hum. I lean closer to her to try and hear the tune, but it's too soft, so I ask her, "What are you humming?"

She shakes her head and leans away from me just slightly. In a childish manner I pinch her nose. She retaliates by loudly singing, "Edward and Bella sitting in a tree!"

"Tanya!" She continues loudly. I cover her mouth with my hand. She's still humming the letters of kissing when she licks my hand. "Gross, Tanya," I groan as I wipe my hand on my pants.

With my hand gone she sings the next line quietly, "First comes the love..." We both listen as we hear the shower start. I look up to the ceiling. The bathroom isn't directly above us. My eyes flash back to Tanya's and she's got a mischievous gleam in her blue eyes.

I have a feeling I'm not going to like what she's going to say next, so I stop her before she can even think about finishing. "I'm going to grab my shoes and then we can go," I tell her as I gesture upstairs.

I turn, she asks, "Edward, do you..."

I answer before she finishes, "I don't," I tell her confidently. I quickly make my way up the stairs and to Bella's room. I hesitate at the door to the bathroom wanting to tell Bella that we're going... Wanting to teasingly tell her to have a good time at the dress shop... Also wanting to get a glimpse of her in the shower. My hand hovers over the door knob, but I let it fall.

I see Bella's bra before I see my shoes. I pick it up and place it on the bed knowing she's already lost one bra to our sexcapades. I find one shoe and shove it on. I find the other under her jeans. I place the jeans on the bed with her bra. I decide last minute to leave her a note, instead of interrupting her shower.

I meet Tanya back near the front door. She's quiet as we make our way to the car, but I can tell she's itching to talk. I sigh. "What?"

"You don't love her?" She's calm, but her tone is sceptical.

"Can we not talk about this?"

"Sure," she says, but before I can breathe a sigh of relief she asks, "but you like her, right?"

"Tanya," I groan, "I thought we weren't talking about this?" She rolls her eyes and turns her head to look out of her window.

"You must like her Edward," Tanya insists. I groan and tighten my grip on the steering wheel. "You only date two types of girls, those you fuck for fun and those you love."

I roll my eyes at her persistence. "We're not exactly dating."

Tanya waves away my words with her hand, "Technicality."

"It's kind of a big fucking technicality."

"You're just getting mad because you don't want to admit you love her."

I don't respond to that. Tanya is making me mad. I know she won't see reason. She's persistent and she knows when she's right, or at least she thinks she does. I don't want to admit it, but her thoughts on this scare me. Tanya's evaluation of my romantic partners is uncanny. There is a flaw in her reasoning though. She was the last person I loved. And this thing I have with Bella started out as fuck buddies.

I realise I've proven her right though. Bella and I may have started out like fuck buddies, but we're no longer that. We don't have codes anymore when we're going to sneak away and we've broken the rules. Last night we snuggled.

"I do like Bella," I blurt out.

Tanya doesn't grin like I thought she would though. She says, "I know, but what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Because, I... I'm waiting," I answer.

"For what? For Bella to make the first move? For evidence that she cares for you too? Because I can see that she likes you too," Tanya says.

"Has she said something?" I question hopefully.

"What are you waiting for Edward?" she says forcefully. I don't answer her. I'm waiting for everything she said and more. I'm waiting for... the right moment. She looks at me incuriously. "You can't wait forever, Edward."

I pick up Kate and catch up with her over lunch before dropping her and Tanya off at their hotel. There is a quick conversation about how her work is keeping her busy, but the conversation quickly turns to me. Kate doesn't interfere as much as Tanya does, but there's this knowing look in her eyes which makes me uncomfortable.

I am now reclining on my bed with my laptop, searching up job prospects in the area. There is a knock at my door. I call, "Come in." l look to my bedroom door. I am surprised when I see the bathroom door open. My head snaps to the side and I spy Bella. It's right, I decide. It would just be weird for Bella to enter my room through the actual bedroom door.

"Hey," I say and smile at her. I can feel my forehead crinkle when I notice her frown. "What's up?"

"I'm tired," she grumbles as she crosses to the side of the bed before crawling over me and snuggling into my right side as she balances precariously on the edge of the bed.

"What's wrong with the big space next to me?" I laugh as she grips my shirt as she wobbles on the edge.

"It's the wrong side of the bed," she tells me with her eyes closed.

"It's the right side?"

"Exactly," she huffs. I sigh and decide to shuffle over so she doesn't fall out. She grins with her eyes closed. "Thank you," she sighs and lies next to me with her eyes still closed. I notice that even though I've given her all this space she's still snuggled up next to me.

I wonder if she is going to talk or if she is going to sleep. I wait before I continue tapping away at the keys on my keyboard.

"Whatcha doin'?" Bella suddenly coos. She's still grinning with her eyes closed. I look down at her as she presses her face into my side.

"Looking for a job. I think I've found something for the paper," I tell her. "What are you doing?"

She hums before answering, "Hiding."

"From whom?" I ask even though I think I already know the answer.

"The bride," she answers and her eyes flash open. She looks downright pissed, but also a little bit tipsy. She flips over onto her stomach so she can rest on her forearms.

"Bella, have you been drinking?"

She yawns so widely that it makes me a little sleepy myself. "There was free champagne at the bridal shop." She yawns again. "It makes me really sleepy." She flops over onto her back and yawns again. "But Alice, no, it makes her hyperactive. Did you know she's going out tonight? To par-tay."

I chuckle as she rolls her eyes. "Are you going to go?"

She shakes her head. "I can't. I'm," she yawns again, "I'm exhausted."

"Maybe you should go to sleep?" I suggest.

"Are you going to sleep now too?" Her eyes are closed again.

"I hadn't planned on it." It's only nine, which is still fairly early.

"Ok," she sighs. She's quiet for a few moments and I wonder if she really is going to sleep here. I am a little disappointed when her eyes flick open and she sits up. Is she leaving? I don't want her to go.

I watch her as she wiggles out of her jeans and takes off her bra without taking off her shirt. She giggles and I look up to find her watching me. "How'd you do that?" I frown a little because I'm not so sure it's as easy as she made it look.

She flops down onto the pillows. "I'm magical, Edward." She giggles for a while before she yawns and turns on her side. Clad only in her t-shirt and polka dot briefs she flings one of her smooth, milky-white legs over my jean covered ones and buries her face into my midsection.

I swallow because this is way too innocent and I'm getting excited about it. I focus on the job I am applying for and begin to organise a digital portfolio. I am startled when Bella asks, "What did you have for dinner, Edward?"

I chuckle because the question seemed to come out of nowhere. "Well, all our women abandoned us men folk, so we ordered pizza."

She hums into my side. It tickles me lightly. "Pizza sounds good. Alice forced me into a fancy restaurant while I was still buzzed."

"Buzzed, I thought it makes you sleepy."

"It does... but... but I can be buzzed if I drink enough." A few of her words a punctuated by her yawns.

"How much did you drink, babe?" I close my computer because her yawns make me want to sleep.

"Just a couple... you know, six or eight," she mumbles. "They just kept appearing in front of me," she says. I have a feeling I know how that was happening. She adds, "and I wasn't going to turn down free booze, ru-iii-ght." Her biggest yawn yet interrupts her last word and I'm done for.

I get up and shed my jeans and my shirt. I flip off the light and climb back into bed in just my boxers.

"Are you going to bed too?" she murmurs.

I wrap my arm around her and she buries her face into my chest. "Yep, you made me sleepy," I answer her.

"Yay," she says before she drops off into sleep. I close my eyes and breathe in her hair. It still smells like cake batter, but I wonder if I'm imagining that. I like it. What am I going to do? Damn Tanya.

...

I stir, feeling warm and comfortable. A small hand caresses my abs, and I think that life could not be more pleasant. Bella has spent the whole night in my bed again.

"Mmm," she moans like a little cat and I feel content. It is nothing to do with sex, although my dick likes her sounds, and everything to do with companionship.

"Oh shit!" Small fingers poke at my side and the covers are pulled off my body leaving me cool.

Huh? What's wrong?

"Edward, wake up now!"

I open my eyes to see Bella bouncing around the room, throwing clothes at me and gathering up her own.

"What's happening?" I groan and try to pull the covers back over my head. Why can't we just stay in bed? It was so nice. She pulls on the end and takes the duvet off the bed completely. "Bella!" I complain.

"Get up, we're late." She runs through the bathroom and into her room. I climb out of bed and follow her.

"For what?" I ask her. She's searching through her clothes.

"You've got to collect your suits. One of you needs to be fitted again." She pulls out a flowing, knee length skirt and starts to shimmy it up her legs. "I can't remember who though," she mumbles while frowning. I watch as I see her underwear fall down around her ankles. Her head snaps up to mine as she picks them up off the ground. "What are you doing?"

"Uh." She starts to flap her hands at me in frustration. Her right hand is still clutching her underwear.

"Edward, go get dressed. We're supposed to be there," she finds a clock and groans, "now. Alice is going to kill me."

I run my hand through my hair trying to remember anything about a final fitting, but I can't. I quickly back out of the room when Bella's head snaps up and her eyes narrow in warning. I chuck on the first clean thing my hand touches and head out of my room.

Seconds later Bella joins me wearing a black silk tank top and make up and jewellery. "Do I look ok?" she asks, worried.

"Yeah," I breathe out airily. She looks good, really good actually. That top is kind of sexy. I wonder if she's wearing a bra... I wonder if she's wearing any underwear at all. I check out her ass as she stalks away from me. Is she mad? "Bella, I mean, you look beautiful," I call as I quickly catch up with her. "Gorgeous, sexy even," I add. That last comment didn't really sound like a compliment, but Bella doesn't seem to be listening.

Bella manages to get all the men into one car and off to Port Angeles. It is one squishy ride. Emmett, Jasper and I are all forced into the backseat because no one wanted to take shotgun and sit that closely to Bella. I'm in the middle.

Jasper pokes me. "What'd you to my sister?" he asks teasingly.

"What!" I cry, a little unprepared for the question.

"She's pissy and you live with her," he explains.

"What!" I'm living with her? She's only slept in my bed the last two nights but...

"Yeah," he looks at me weirdly, "you're like neighbours." I place my hand over my beating heart and sigh, relieved that he doesn't suspect anything. He laughs. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to live with her either. She's stubborn and kinda mean when things don't go her way."

I look at him. "You're marrying Alice," I say confused, because Alice is much more of a slave driver than Bella. "Alice is the reason Bella's so wound up."

Jasper just shrugs. Emmett leans across and whispers, "Yes, but Jasper can't sleep with Bella."

"Ew," both Jasper and I groan loudly.

I catch Bella's glare in the rear-view mirror. I wink at her. Her eyes narrow further, but I can see that the tops of her cheeks grow pinker, so I smile in success.

We finally pull up at a swanky looking establishment. Emmett opens his door and we all tumble out of the car groaning and moaning as we stretch.

Bella seems to be watching us as the three of us stretch. I stretch my arms up into the air knowing that my shirt will ride up. I watch as her eyes greedily seek out my abdomen before she blushes and tries to look away. I manage to lock her eyes with mine and wink. She just rolls her eyes in a way that makes her look like she wasn't turned on by that. But she was.

"Hey, Bella, can I sit in the front next time, you know I'm just too big to sit with the kids," says Emmett as he smirks at Bella.

"Maybe Emmett, if you're a good boy." Bella's lips twist into a smile as Emmett's face falls.

We enter the shop and the door the bell chimes quietly as we each enter. The three of us guys hover awkwardly in near the door while Bella steps forth and takes the lead. She slowly begins to wander through to the back of the shop looking for the tailor. As she nears a corner Emmett discovers a mannequin which would be naked except for a suit jacket which balances off of one shoulder.

"Emmett," Jasper whispers in warning as Emmett's hand reaches out to touch the jacket.

Emmett doesn't listen which results in the mannequin swaying from side to side, the mannequin tipping and an evil glare from Bella before she rounds the corner as Emmett catches the mannequin in a tango dip pose.

"Maybe we shouldn't touch anything," I suggest. Emmett straightens to mannequin and drapes the suit jacket back over it.

"Did you guys see that look Bella threw me?" Emmett says and shudders falsely and both Jasper and I nod.

We don't move or touch anything until Bella returns with two garment bags and a tailor holding a third.

"It's the groom that needs the final fitting," the portly tailor says, "shouldn't be too long." He gestures forward and Jasper reluctantly follows him into one of the dressing rooms.

"I'm just going to go take these to the car," Bella sighs as she hitches the garment bags a little bit higher. They must be heavy... I should offer to do it for her...

"I'll do it!" screams Emmett, probably wanting to get away from Bella.

Bella waits a bit, probably deciding whether she should let Emmett take them, but she responds with a hesitant, "Alright."

Emmett practically skips forward and plucks the hanger handles from Bella's hand. "Bye Eddie!" he cheers as he exits.

If Bella only knew the power she held over Emmett.

It's a little awkward between Bella and I for a minute, with us both standing there. I move over to some chairs situated near a storage room door. She follows and sits next to me after a moment's hesitation.

Her arms are loosely folded across her chest as she sits rigidly in her chair. I trail my fingertips gently over the bare skin on her upper arm. She jerks away from my touch.

"Hey, are you ok? You've been... aggressive all morning," I ask.

She turns to look at me with her eyes narrowed. "Aggressive?"

"Well, yeah, uh," I stutter. Maybe aggressive wasn't the best word to use.

"Just... never mind Edward. Forget about me," she says with a resigned sigh.

"Hey, don't be like that." I reach to touch her again. "Bella," she's not looking at me, so I say her name again more firmly, "Bella!"

"Edward," she says in a mock of my voice.

"Are we really going to do this?" I ask her.

"Do what?" she asks with fake oblivion.

The bell chimes and a man enters the store. The tailor rushes to his aide. "Fight," I finish and give Bella a hard glare.

She rolls her eyes at me. "We're not fighting!" she squeaks letting me know that she knows what she just said was a lie.

I sit back in my chair and cross my arms and ignore Bella.

After a few minutes I can tell that Bella knows I'm ignoring her and I know that it's getting to her.

"Edward?" she calls softly. "Edward?" she asks again, but I ignore her. "Edward!" she says a bit harsher.

"Bella?" I say maturely in the mocking tune she used on me earlier. I do look at her when I say her name. I stare into her big, chocolate eyes and I sigh. No matter how much she is frustrating me right now I can't ignore her. I can't fight with her either.

I stand and I hear Bella's soft whimper, "Edward?"

I look down at her. She thinks I'm leaving. I hold my hand out to her. I know I can't just walk away. She's looking at my hand, deliberating between taking it and not. She takes it, I knew she would, she can't walk away now either.

I drag her into the storage closet behind us. I flick the light on and pin her to the wall. There's a beat and we both just stare at each other, panting and waiting. I haven't decided what I want to do just yet. I want her, I want her so bad, but another part of me wants to talk to her.

Bella whimpers and flexes her hips against mine, "Edward," she softly whispers.

And in that moment my need for her wins out over wanting to talk to her. I pick her up and her legs lock around my body. I attack her mouth. I suck her bottom lip between mine and begin to move my hands over her silky skin. I slowly circle my way up over stomach and then her ribcage before I lightly graze the underside of her breast.

I kiss her more forcefully now, my tongue controls hers, stroking at the same speed as my fingers on her chest. My fingers dip under the thin underwire of her lacy bra. My mouth stifles her moan.

"We're going to have to be really quiet, Bella," I whisper into her ear and nip at the shell of her ear with my teeth. She nods in agreement and drops her head to my shoulder as I work my way over her ear and softly over the side of her face.

She's squirming against me now, so I push my erection into her heat. She gasps. I slowly slide my fingers up the silky skin of her thigh. I groan. "Bella, are you going commando?" I ask as I slide my finger between her silky folds. The feeling of her bare heat coating my zipper covered cock is by far one of the sexiest things I have ever experienced.

She giggles and presses herself further into me. "Uh huh," she replies distractedly as I carefully thrust against her creating friction.

My lips are now on her neck, slowly sucking their way down to her collarbone. My thumbs rotate softly on her hips, holding her in place as her tiny hands sweep across my abdomen and hips. Her fingers dance in and out of the waistband of my jeans, teasing me. Her thumbs brush against their button. I want her to undo them.

"Undo them, baby," I groan, "I want to be inside you."

She gasps and moves her fingers to the button. She undoes it swiftly, but pauses with her fingers on the zipper. Her head turns to the door.

"Don't tell the groom, please," she begs. I look to the door. The tailor stands there in shock with his tape measure dangling between his fingers.

"Uh, hi," I greet him awkward. Thank the lord I hadn't removed Bella's top. Bella quickly drops her leg, the one closest to the tailor, to the floor and I quickly look down to double check that he can't see anything under her skirt.

Neither Bella nor I move and the tailor is still frozen in place, but what after seems like an eternity the man becomes flustered. "I just came to get... I'm sorry... You two shouldn't be in here... Are you the bride?" he stutters all over the place, but the final question confuses me.

"No," Bella answers hastily, "I'm the groom's sister." If I didn't have my hard on pressed against Bella I might have been a bit more touched that this man cares that we could possibly be breaking up a relationship. But by some miracle I am still hard and I just wish he would leave. Though, the thought of taking Bella in front of this man does stir up some primal instincts in me to show him what's mine.

The tailor shuffles uncomfortably. "Mr Swan's fitting will take some time as I have a customer whose needs must be seen to first." He grabs a small box off of the shelf next to Bella, "I won't say anything," he adds before he closes the door.

It's quiet and then Bella snorts. She covers her mouth with her hand. "Oh my god, I'm mortified." She buries her face into my shoulder and continues to laugh.

"So... you don't want to do this?" I press myself into her.

"How can you still be hard?" She looks up at me. Her face is bright red. It reminds me of the first time I met her.

"I've a beautiful and sexy woman pressed to a wall, how could you expect me to go soft?"

She looks at me like I've lost a screw or two and maybe I have.

Bella looks at me for a long time before she shrugs and says, "Ok." Before I can blink she has her hand in my back pocket and on my wallet. She pulls out the foil wrapper and slips my wallet back into my back pocket. She unzips my pants and lets gravity pull them down. She uses her foot to push down my briefs far enough and then she rolls on the condom like a pro.

I push her further into the wall and slide myself inside of her.

"You ready?" I ask and she shoots me a cocky smirk. Yeah, she's ready. She's always ready. Always ready for me, I like the sound of that.

I nod and slide my arm under the knee which is still around my waist and slowly pull out before I thrust back into her. She groans and I set a steady pace.

My slow, languid thrusts give us both a workout. I am tingling, wanting more. I want to give Bella more, but I want to savour in this anticipation that I'm building up.

Bella moans and I must stifle it with warm, open mouthed kisses. I breathe in the air she expels and without touching her lips I can taste her on my tongue. We are both groaning, trying to conceal the sound, as I pick up the pace slightly.

Bella whimpers. "Edward, more?" she asks in a breathy whisper.

I grunt and gladly give into her request because I need more too.

I rest my forehead against hers and begin to slam into her fast and hard. I feel her eyelashes against my closed lids as her eyes flash open in shock. She squeaks and I peak open my eyes to see her pouty pink lips open in shock also. I can't resist her lips, so I suck her bottom one into my mouth.

The sudden change in speed has caught me by surprise. I can feel the tingling in my balls.

I wonder if Bella can feel this change too when she says my name in a questioning tone.

"I want to come, Bella," I whisper huskily.

"Then do it," she challenges.

"Not without you," I reply.

I pause and pull out so that I am only just within her. I pull her other leg into my arm and back away from the wall so that only her shoulders rest against it now. Her arms fly around my neck. I slam into her and she lets out a deep guttural moan that even my lips on her wouldn't be able to distort.

This change lets me hit her deeper. Her eyes roll back into her head and I push myself into her over and over again. I watch her as she approaches her orgasm quickly. She easily is lost in the motions of everything. Her fingers loosen on my sweaty neck and I wonder if she is holding on at all. I tighten my grip on her thighs and hope that they don't bruise

She tugs her bottom lips between her teeth and hums with her eyes closed.

She gasps, her lips forming a perfect circle. Her cheeks flush with colour.

"Edward!" she gasps. "God," she groans, "I'm coming."

Her walls flutter and suck me in and I join her in her climax, thankful that I could hold on this long so I could enjoy this with her.

I take a few minutes just to enjoy the post orgasm euphoria knowing that this feeling could be limited and this might be one of the last times I experience this with Bella. I know that she could turn around and walk away at the end of all this.

I don't want that though. We could love each other. We could at least try. The passion we feel during sex can surely translate into other aspects of our lives.

"Edward, don't let me fall," Bella's whisper breaks through the haze in my mind. I open my eyes and wonder what she's talking about. I wonder if she's speaking out loud. "Edward, I'm falling..." I feel my head tilt to the side. She's falling?

She giggles. "Edward!" she cries trying to get my attention I assume. She has it. All of it, as I'm trying to work out the puzzle she's presenting to me. "Come on Edward, stop looking at me like that. You know I'm falling." There's that word again. Falling. Surely not...

In love?

"Edward!" she snaps with a little worried look in her eyes. "You're weirding me out, you're just staring at me."

I shake my head a little, trying to get over the fact that Bella Swan could be falling in love with me. Could I be falling in love with her? "Sorry," I apologise.

She sighs. "It's alright," she says, "but can you pull out? It's just I'm slipping down the wall." Slipping synonym for falling. I slide out of her with disappointment. Bella finds her feet and laughs, "I never thought I'd ever ask you to pull out."

I laugh along with her, but I can hear it in my laugh that it's fake.

"Are you ok?" Bella asks worried. I mustn't have been as convincing as I thought with my laugh.

I focus on removing the condom and tying it off before I answer Bella. I try to get a grip on the emotions I'm feeling right now. Emmett would so laugh at me...

"I'm fine baby," I tell her.

I pull up my jeans and unfortunately have to stuff the condom into my pocket, as Bella doesn't seem to have a handbag or anything with her and I refuse to leave a condom in the supply closet of the tailor that didn't rat us out.

I pull Bella into a quick kiss. It's lazy and clumsy because Bella can't seem to stop the smile on her face.

"Why are you smiling?" I ask her.

She just shrugs in response, but then adds, "I'm happy, Edward."

I tease her a little, "You weren't so happy this morning."

Her nose scrunches and her eye brows furrow. With a pout she quietly says, "I'm sorry about that."

I kiss her pout away. She's forgiven. I could never stay mad at her, especially with that pout.

"Babe, let's get out of here," I suggest.

She nods in agreement and takes a small step away from me.

"Shall I check and see if the coast is clear?" I wink at her. I grab her hand and slyly take two steps towards the door. Bella starts humming the tune to "Mission Impossible".

I crack the door open and peek out.

"What can you see?" Bella whispers. I squint through the gap.

"Just Jasper, he's in a chair near the fitting rooms."

"Where's Emmett?"

"I dunno."

Bella hums in thought. "Maybe I should sneak out and distract them while you sneak out."

"And what would your reasoning be for being in a supply closet?" I ask and turn to her.

She blinks and gnaws on her lower lip. "Uh, nap?" she asks.

"You're a crummy liar." I laugh. "It would never work."

"Well you come up with an answer you smartass," she huffs and I chuckle, so she slaps me on my arm.

"Bully," I tease and peek out the door, "Emmett just walked in," I whisper to her.

She squeezes in next to me and we both listen.

"Where have you been?" Jasper exclaims and leaps up from his chair.

"I went to put the suits in the car," Emmett responds.

"How long ago was that?"

Emmett scratches his chin and looks at his watch. "Must've been just over half an hour ago."

"Where are Edward and Bella?"

Emmett looks around the store and shrugs. "I left them here. I kind of jumped at the chance to be away from your sister."

Bella huffs loudly beside me and mumbles something about jumping at the chance to take something away from him. Jasper and Emmett are quite for a moment and I worry that they might have heard Bella's agitation.

"C'mon man, let's go look for them," Jasper finally says.

I exhale in relief as they both leave the store and turn to Bella. "I think we can make our break."

She nods and we both creep out of the supply closet. The tailor catches us leaving so I nod and semi-salute him as we exit through the door.

Thankfully Bella has the car keys, so we both decide to just climb into the car. I have to sit in the back because the suits are occupying all the space in the passenger side.

"Do you think the wonder boys checked the car?" Bella jokes.

I laugh. Smart move would've been to wait by the car. I'm surprised that they didn't even try to ring us. "Nah, I'll call them now."

I decide to ring Jasper. He picks up on the first ring. "Dude, where are you guys?" he shouts.

"Bella and I are in the car man, where are you guys?"

Jasper sighs loudly, not out of relief, but frustration. I put the phone call on speaker and lean forward between the front seats, so Bella can hear it too.

"The car." Jasper states.

"Yep."

There's a loud thump and a squeal from a grown man. "Ow! What was that for?" Emmett whines.

"You idiot, did you even think to check the car?" Jasper criticizes.

"Of course I thought to check the car!" Emmett yells indignantly.

"You're lying, your nose twitched," Jasper teased.

"My nose doesn't twitch! Did you check the car?"

The next thing I hear is a thump and the sounds of someone running.

Emmett calls, "Get back here you wimp!" The footsteps don't falter, but Emmett's voice gets softer as he yells, "The car's the other way!"

I hang up and look at Bella. Her cheeks are flushed and her tiny hand is covering her lips as she holds in silent laughter.

"Hopefully they make it back to the car," I chuckle.

Bella giggles. She's watching me. I'm surprised when she turns and leans into the back seat to kiss me. I don't hesitate, but it's short and interrupted. We break away and put as much distance between us when we hear Emmett's heavy footsteps.

He slides into the car to sit in the middle seat.

"Stupid Jasper was running the wrong way. I swear I wasn't going to punch him. I fear Ali way too much to do that," Emmett mumbles as he buckles himself in.

We aren't kept waiting long before Jasper finds us and climbs into the car.

It's a relatively quiet journey back to Forks. We're about half way home before Emmett starts sniffing wildly. You'd think he was a sniffer dog by the way his nose was acting.

"Can you guys smell that?" he asks. I can't smell a thing so I just shrug.

Emmett turns his nose towards Jasper and breathes deep. "Fuck Jasper! You smell like sex." Emmett guffaws loudly. "Did you have a last minute fling with the tailor?"

"Shit Emmett, you're smelling things," Jasper says as he goes to punch Emmett.

"Guys," Bella warns from the front. She flashes a hardened glare at Emmett, but her eyes flicker to mine for just a second with a worried look.

"Bella, seriously though. There might be a chance Jasper's gay. He smells just like sex." I shuffle as far away from Emmett as I can knowing that I'm the one reeking of sex.

"Emmett, stop fucking sniffing me!" Jasper yells just as Emmett bends forth to sniff around his lower regions.

"Jasper just admit it, it's ok. Everyone has a fling before they get married," Emmett reassures him.

Jasper sniffs himself. "I don't smell like sex, I smell like sweat, so stop trying to sniff me!" he says as pushes Emmett away.

"I distinctly smell sex," Emmett declares. "It must be you, you spent a long time alone with the tailor."

"The tailor spent a lot of time with another client. And I'm not gay!" Jasper adds for emphasis.

Emmett's silent for a while. I can see the cogs turning in his head. Suddenly his head turns to me.

My eyes widen. Emmett's eyes widen. We both look to Bella and her eyes widen too.

"Oh my fucking god!" Emmett screams. "Holy shitballs!" He shouts. "Pull the car over. I've got to call Rosie." He bounces in his seat a little with excitement. "Pull the car over Bella," he urges.

"Emmett, calm down," she says calmly.

"Are you serious, I can't believe I didn't see this coming!"

"Emmett, what are you on about?" Jasper looks up from his phone.

"This is the most life changing news ever!" Emmett is still screaming in shock. "Can you not see it?" he asks Jasper.

"See what?" Jasper asks curiously.

My eyes flash to Bella's worried ones in the mirror.

I tug on Emmett's earlobe roughly and he whimpers.

"Don't say another word," I whisper into his ear. He goes to open his mouth, but I tug on his ear again. "Quiet.

I sigh and confess quietly to Emmett. "Yes, Bella and I have been having sex. Rosalie knows, Jasper doesn't. We'd like to keep it that way. Bella will hunt you down and hurt you if anything spills from your mouth. Don't say anything to anyone else, except Rosalie, do you understand?" Everything I say sounds like a covert operation.

Emmett nods slowly.

"What are you two whispering about?" Jasper asks suspiciously.

Emmett looks to me for advice. I shrug. He knows

"We were just trying to decide if you're more of a pitcher or a catcher," Emmett says.

Jasper's eyes narrow. "Jerks, I told you I wasn't gay."

"We were seriously talking about baseball, Jazz," I say bluntly.

Jasper eyes us wearily. "Tell me what your best position is then."

Emmett nods, "I'm a great catcher, but a better pitcher." He flexes his guns.

Jasper nods slowly. "I'm a pretty good field player then."

Thinking this talk has completely turned to baseball I add, "I've always been a good pitcher. I've got a good arm."

"What about you, Bella?" Emmett asks.

Jasper answers for her. "She's actually a really good catcher. I remember from growing up, she couldn't throw for shit, but she could catch anything I threw at her."

Emmett laughs loudly and for a long time. All three of us look at him in confusion.

He calms himself down eventually. He waits and I think he's over whatever it was he was laughing at. I should know better though. He's still hung up on whatever he was laughing at.

"So, Jasper," Emmett pauses, "in your honest opinion: do you think Bella could catch anything Eddieboy throws at her?"