Don't hate me because I brought Anthony and Isabella together one more time. I just had to. It was in my head, and wouldn't go away until I did.

Your reviews to last chapter were overwhelming, and I'm seriously guilt trippin' over not being able to reply to you. But I thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Cintia, thanks for being with me for the past two years. Kris … you know I loves you, right? This chapter is for you, even though you protested … adamantly … about Anthony and Isabella's last hoorah.

Now … Kick him to the curb

CHAPTER 14:

After two weeks of crutches and therapy, Bella is finally approved to walk without assistance. She's missed her independence, and even though her friends have been a tremendous help, she's ready to go to the gallery for the first time since being run down by a rogue purse snatcher.

Happy that spring has finally arrived and the temperatures are warmer, today is going to be unusually warm. Bella selects a blue print skirt, with white tank and covers it with a coral-colored jacket to ward off any chilly breezes. Playing it safe, she selects blue and white two inch heels to match.

In a cheerful and positive mood, she heads for the subway, happy to be out in the productive world again. Certain she won't be encountering Anthony again, she takes her familiar spot on the train, as she had done prior her accident. She busies herself by catching up on emails that have come in over the past few weeks that she hasn't had a chance to answer yet. It's when she feels him step in behind her that she lifts her head, facing forward.

"Did you miss me?" he whispers.

She nods slowly in answer.

"I missed you as well, Isabella. More than I can say. Trust me when I tell you that I have thought about you every single day," he says low into her ear, placing his hand across her stomach, pulling her into him. He grins at her hiss as she lays her head back on his shoulder.

"Every day when I wake, I'm reminded of you when I see our chair, empty and alone, in the corner of my room."

When he hears her shuddering breath, he reaches down behind her, gathering the flimsy material of her skirt in his fist.

"I need to taste you … I need to fuck you … I just need you, Isabella." He works his fingers inside the small bit of lace that he had become accustomed to feeling across her lips. He inhales quickly through his nose when he touches her, feeling that she is already wet.

"You are ready for me, baby. I would give anything to drop to my knees and drink from you this very minute, but this will have to do," he says, dipping his finger deep inside of her, feeling how tight she is. Once he covers it with her juices, he teases her by skimming it over her already swollen clit before he lifts his hand to his mouth, discreetly sucking his soaked finger.

"Fuck, I missed tasting you," he says with sincerity as he returns to her panties. "Do you miss my mouth on you, baby? The way I nibble on you, devouring you? The way my tongue feels licking you?"

Edward didn't think his cock could get any harder than it does when he hears a small whimper come from her. Turning slightly, leaning against the wall of the train, he places Bella directly in front of him. Happy that the car is crowded with sleepy passengers, he slowly and quietly unzips his jeans.

"I'm going to make you come now, Isabella. I want you to spread your legs for me, letting me in. I'm going to fuck you, and you are going to feel my cum drip down your legs," he warns her.

Bella does as he tells her and straddles his feet, spreading her legs for him. When the back of her skirt is lifted, she immediately feels him aim for her entrance. Edward slightly lifts her, allowing him better access in which to enter her, then lowers her down over him once he feels his cock slip inside her.

"Not a sound, Isabella," he warns.

He slowly moves within her, holding her close to his chest, looking around to assure himself that they aren't being watched. Once he's sure that they're not, he deepens his movements, feeling the needed pressure begin to build in his stomach.

"Do you feel that? Do you feel how fucking hard you make me? I hope so, because I feel how fucking wet you are for me," he growls into her neck. He knows he's going to come soon, so he reaches up under her skirt again, circling her clit as he struggles to contain his own movements, which only adds to the need to pound into her even more.

"I feel it, Isabella. I feel you ready to come all over me," he says quickening his shallow thrusts. Applying pressure to his movements, he feels her body stiffen and tighten and quiver around him.

"I'm coming, baby. Motherfuckingchrist, I'm coming, now," he growls low into her hair.

To her credit, Bella doesn't make a sound. She keeps her lips tightly closed while her powerful orgasm lasts, breathing desperately and deeply through her nose.

Once Anthony regains his composure, he smears their combined fluids over her soft, groomed lips, panting in her ear, "A little something to remember me by," he says smacking them firmly before he quickly re-zips his pants.

"I've left quite a deposit, Isabella. I've had no one since we were last together."

Bella takes a deep breath and whispers, "And you will never have me again, Anthony. If you touch me again, I'll turn around and stare you in the eyes. I would prefer to walk away from you having never seen your face. I would like to hold all of this in a memory ... a fond, pleasurable memory."

Edward is speechless. She's calling an end to her and Anthony, and he thinks he may know why.

"All right, Isabella. If that's what you want, I understand. I want to thank you for the most enjoyable few months of my life. Trust me when I say, I will never forget you."

"I won't either, Anthony. Goodbye," she whispers firmly, quickly slipping off the train. She remains focused, keeping her face forward, never looking back.

"That is the last time you will ever see Anthony again," she says to herself.

As Bella limps into the gallery, her ankle aching more than it should, she hurries behind her desk to sit, getting the weight off her foot. As soon as she sits, she jumps back up and runs to her bathroom to clean up the mess Anthony left behind. Removing her underwear, she rinses it out in her sink, then hangs them on the back of her door to dry, hoping it doesn't take too long.

As soon as she limps back to her desk, her cell begins ringing Edward's ring tone. She hurries back to her desk, rummaging her bag for her phone and answers before the call goes to voice mail.

"Good morning!" she answer cheerfully, happy to hear his voice.

"Well, good morning to you, too. You're in good spirits this morning," he shamelessly teases, happy that their game is finally over, and he can now focus on Bella.

"I'm finally out of the house, and it feels good to be back at work," she replies, knowing that's the truth. That, coupled with the fact that she has ended it with Anthony, she feels better about where her and Edward may be going with their friendship.

"I just wanted to call to say good morning and to check on you … and to ask you if you wanted to take a road trip up north with me this weekend," he mutters shyly. "I thought we could leave on Friday and return Monday, if you can get away. I need to get out of the city for a few days and thought you might enjoy some of the country air with me."

"Well … um …" she stammers.

"I know you've been away from the gallery for a while, but I'm hoping the bit of work you did get done from home will compensate and allow you to spare a few days," he offers. "I don't want to sound desperate, but I thought a motorcycle ride around the countryside would be fun."

"You have a motorcycle?" she asks, excited. Bella loves motorcycles.

"Yes, I do. It's new, so I would like to take her out for a spin. I've only had her about a year and have never really taken her anywhere," he explains, hoping she'll go. He would love to feel her pressed against him.

"What kind is it?" she asks as if she would only get on one that she knows.

"It's a Harley Softail. It's made for long road trips. Anyway, I just thought I'd ask. The weather is supposed to be perfect, so let me know if you want to go," he says.

"Nothing fancy, right? Just jeans and stuff?"

"Yes, just jeans and shorts. The smaller the clothing, the better," he answers through a smile.

Giggling, she says, "Okay, sounds perfect. I'd love to go."

Edward nearly shouts his exuberance at her and has to get his excitement under control.

"And don't worry about the sleeping arrangement, we'll get separate rooms if that helps," he regrets saying.

"Okay, sounds good. But hey, while I have you on the phone … do you want to have lunch today, or maybe this week sometime? I know you've been spending a lot of time with me, helping me, but I'd like to treat as a way of saying 'thank you'."

"I would love to have lunch with you today, Bella," he replies, excited by the invitation.

"Um, would it be okay if I ordered us something for delivery? I fear the walk from the subway to the gallery has taken a toll on my ankle, and I think I should stay off of it for the rest of the day. Would that be all right with you?" she says with a grimace at the pain in her ankle.

"Absolutely. I think you should take some pain killers and stay off of it, all right? And I'll see you at noon?" he asks, confirming the time.

"Noon is great. I'll see you then," she agrees, hanging up her phone when he says goodbye.

Taking her shoe off, she massages her ankle for some mild relief when her door bangs open.

"Bella!" Alice shrieks when she comes through the door. "You're baaaaack! Oh, I've missed you so much around here," she runs into Bella's arms in a deep hug.

"I've missed you too, babe. Thanks for taking care of things around here. How's the shop coming along up there?" Bella asks, nodding her head toward the ceiling.

"It's almost done. There wasn't much that needed to be constructed with just a few offices and a bathroom to be done. The rest of it is open for the design teams to set up their work stations. I'm so excited, Bella. I've designed my logo, so why don't we have lunch, and I'll show it to you," she suggests, looking at Bella's bare foot. "What's wrong with your foot? Does it hurt again?"

"Yeah. The walk to and from the subway was a little too much, I think. Besides, I can't have lunch because I just made a date with Edward. Can we do it tomorrow?" Bella asks, sitting back down at her desk.

"You and Edward are getting really close, aren't you?" Alice asks, happy her friend has finally found someone.

"Yeah, I guess we are. We're going to the country this weekend … on his motorcycle."

"Are you kidding me? How fun is that?" Alice squeals. "I wonder if I can talk Jazz into getting one!"

Both of the girls laugh, and Alice sits down in the chair in front of Bella and begins typing out a text. "I'm inviting Rosalie to lunch with us tomorrow. We can gossip about the boys."

"Sounds good. Now, I need to call the Seattle gallery to find out what's going on with the show coming up. Sounds like they have a temperamental artist on their hands," she says, shooing Alice away so she can get to work.

The next thing she knows, it's ten after twelve, and Edward walks in with a bag of Chinese take-out.

Gasping, Bella covers her mouth in shame. "I am so sorry! I completely forgot to order lunch," she scolds herself, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Never fear, mi'lady, I had a feeling you would dive in and forget to order, so I am one step ahead of you," he says, setting the small conference table out for their meal. After he sets out the paper plates and plastic forks, he walks over to her, and lifting her into his arms, carries her to the table.

Bella immediately wraps her arms around his neck, laying her head down on his shoulder. "My knight in shining armor. Thank you," she says seductively before turning his head to her where she kisses him gently, but firmly. Not wanting it to end, Edward holds her close to him when he feels her ready to pull away.

Bella hums when he opens his mouth against hers, causing her fingers to thread through his hair. In a move that is worthy of romantic comedy, he stumbles to the couch and unceremoniously sits down with her on his lap.

"Oh, God," he says, weaving his hand through her hair as well. Pulling her mouth to him even tighter, their kisses intensify.

Bella feels desire burn through her, "Edward …" she says between heated kisses. "I …"

"Me too," he responds to her incomplete plea.

It's good then that Alice comes through the open door, catching the pair in a deep, passionate and sexual kiss.

"Oh, um, well then," she mumbles, not sure if she should go or come back later.

"Shit," Edward curses under his breath.

"Yeah," Bella confirms.

"Um, Bella, I just wanted to let you to know that I'm heading out for lunch with Jasper, and then we're going to do a little shopping about that item we talked about earlier. I … um … don't know when I'll be back, but everything is taken care of. The contractor is still here, working on the bathroom upstairs, so you'll, uh, be alone for a few hours at least," she hints.

"Thank you, Alice," Bella says, rolling her eyes at the not-so-subtle hint.

Edward helps Bella up from his lap, and they head for the table, where he helps her into her chair.

Bending down over her, he whispers in her ear, "That was quite a kiss, Bella."

She looks at him strangely at the familiar tone to his voice, but is quickly brought back to the task at hand … food!

"I'm looking forward to the weekend," Bella confesses, taking a bite of Edward's snow peas.

"I am, too," he replies taking a bite of her Kung Pao. "It would be easier if you can fit everything into a back pack. I have storage for a few things, so the lighter you can travel, the better. This won't be a fancy outing, just cruising around so I can take some pictures," Edward informs her. She nods in understanding, mentally packing as they speak.

After they finish their lunch, Edward excuses himself to use the bathroom, and Bella begins to pack up their mess. As he comes out of the room, he struts across the office to the door and closes it. Bella becomes a little squeamish at this and wonders what he's up to. It's when he slowly approaches her, opening his hand to her, revealing her small pair of thong panties that she's full aware of what's going on.

"Bella? Do you have panties on right now?" When she looks down at his hand, mortification sets in for the umpteenth time in as many weeks.

"Um …" She shakes her head, looking up at him.

He takes a small step toward her. "You mean I had you sitting on my lap, kissing you like there's no tomorrow, and you had no panties on?" She giggles at this and nods, her blush flaming even further.

How he reduces her to school girl mentality is beyond her, but he does. She's never blushed so much before in her life.

"Can you explain why you have your panties hanging on the door knob in your office?" Holding up the white lace in front of her face.

Bella remains stoic and stands up straight. Lifting her chin, she decides to tell him the truth.

"Well, if you must know, I was thoroughly fucked on the subway on my way in to work this morning, so I had to rinse my panties," she jokingly replies, hoping he would see it as a jest, because all odds, this never happens to anyone … ever.

Edward's face drains of all color and has turned sheet white at her confession. He can't believe that she just said that!

"You what?" he says louder than he should.

"You heard me, now give me my panties," she demands, holding out her hand. When he drops them into her palm, she proceeds to bend over to put them on, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Was it Anthony?" he asks with a smirk causing Bella to giggle. If he only knew.

"Why, as a matter of fact it was," she admits, standing up to him now.

"Bella," he says, taking her arms in his hands and pulling her into him.

"You will never see Anthony again, do you understand me?" he says with a raised eyebrow, teasing her.

"Oh, you don't have anything to worry about, Edward. He's just a figment of my imagination anyway." She turns on her heel and continues cleaning up the take out containers.

Once the couple say their goodbyes, Edward decides to head over to visit Emmett, since Jasper is out with Alice. He hasn't worked out for a few weeks and needs to get back into the swing of it, since he has a new job coming up in another war zone. He likes to stay in shape, just in case.

"Hey, Em. What's going on?" Edward asks, sitting down in the only available chair in Emmett's office.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about buying a motorcycle since you have one and are taking Bella on a ride this weekend. And since Jasper is out buying one for Alice, now Rosalie wants one too. So, you see what you fucking started?" Emmett scolds, scowling at his friend.

"How in the fuck did you hear about Bella and me?" Edward asks, curious. He sits forward in the chair waiting for the information.

"Well, apparently your girlfriend told Alice, and Alice phoned Jasper, telling him he needs a motorcycle too. Then, when Alice text Rosalie this morning saying that you and Bella were going for a ride, and that Jasper is buying one now too, Rosie called me, telling me that it's something that I just can't live without. Especially when she said she will ride me while we ride the Harley," he says in one breath. "Do you know how much those fuckers cost?"

"Of course I do. I own one."

"I hope you work on commission, because now Harley Davidson is two motorcycles richer because of you!"

"You and Jasper are just whipped. You could have said no, you know?" Edward chuckles as Emmett continues to surf the internet for the perfect bike.

"Like you would deny Bella anything," he snorts. "What's going on with you two, anyway? You fucking her yet?"

"Emmett? Just like Jasper said, don't ever use Bella and fucking in the same sentence again."

"Sorry, dude. It's just locker room speak. I'm sorry," Emmett apologizes.

"But, no. We haven't. We are taking it slow," Edward explains. He can't deny he's hoping for the possibility that they will remedy things between them this weekend.

"Okay, I'm heading out to the gym for a workout. I'll see you later," Edward says to a deaf ear.

Emmett is too focused on buying his girlfriend a new toy.

~.~

Friday morning rolls around, and he stuffs his travel pack into one side of the storage, leaving the other for Bella. Zipping his leather jacket and buckling his helmet, he slips on his gloves, fires up his Harley and heads to her place.

Ridding himself of his helmet, he hurries to her door, knocking hard and loud. When she opens it, it's everything he can do not to take her into his arms and kiss her. That restraint goes out the window when she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls his face down to hers.

"It's illegal for you to be running around in those leathers, Edward." She then lifts her mouth to his and the kiss, once again, becomes heated, and this time there's no one to interrupt.

Until Edward's cell phone goes off with a tone that says, "It's your motherrrrrrr."

"Fuck! Even two thousand miles away she's still interrupting me. I'm sorry, baby, I have to take this."

After he walks into the hallway to take his call, Bella goes through her home, making sure all the lights are off and nothing electrical is on. She hears him winding down the phone call and, with a smile, replaces the lip gloss that he kissed off.

"Get your things and quit kissing me like that, Bella, or else we won't make it out of this room," he jests standing in the door frame, fearful of touching her.

Giggling, she slings her canvas pack over her shoulder and sashays past him out the door. When she walks past him, he can't help but check out the ass hugging jeans and short leather jacket. But what he really likes are the knee high riding boots. "Fuck!" he whispers as she struts down the hall in front of him.

"You're doing this shit on purpose, aren't you? Shaking that ass, kissing me, and smelling like sunshine."

"Is it working?"

"Fuck yeah, it's working!" he says, running up to her, draping his arm over her shoulder. "And if you keep it up, there are no promises that I'll be able to resist you much longer."

"Well, let's wait and see, shall we?"

Feeling a tickle of butterflies in her stomach at the possibilities, she allows Edward to adjust her helmet, and after he tucks her bag in the storage compartment, he gets on first, waiting for her to slip on behind him.

Turning on the microphone, he says into the speaker at her ear, "You feel good back there, now hold on tight."

"Why? Are you going to be going fast?" she asks, concerned.

"No, you just feel good next to me." They both laugh at the same time when he turns the key to start the bike. Feeling the power under them, he pulls out onto the street, heading for the city limits and into the fresh air.

After an hour of riding, Edward pulls off the side of the road to a hole in the wall pub for a drink of something cold and wet.

"Having fun?" he asks, helping her off with her helmet.

She nods excitedly and exclaims, "Hell yes! I love this. It's been a long time. My father used to take me out on the weekends, too. He loved his Harley … I still have it in storage actually."

Not wanting to get her mood down, he drapes his arm over her shoulder again and escorts her inside.

"Let's get something to drink, shall we? I'm thirsty," Edward says, looking around the crowded bar.

"Okay, order me a Corona, would you? I'm going to the ladies room."

By the time she returns, Edward has downed one bottle of water and is working on another. Handing her beer to her, she lifts it to her mouth and chugs nearly half of it. She giggles and covers her mouth when she feel a good burp coming up from her stomach.

"That tastes so good," she says, taking another sip. He smiles, liking this side of her. He's just getting to know her, but he likes this Bella.

"So, we'll be on the road for about another hour. I've made us reservations at a lake I've been to before. They only had one cabin left, but that cabin has two beds. I'll behave myself … unless you kiss me like that again. Then the deal's off."

"Good. I don't want to take that deal anyway, Mr. Cullen," she flirts, sitting on his lap and placing her forehead against his.

"Don't you fucking tease me, Ms. Swan. Teasing comes with repercussions," he says, looking at her mouth as he speaks.

"Well, does it help to know that I don't have any panties on?" she whispers in his ear.

"What did you just say?" he growls before assaulting her mouth. "You are in so much fucking trouble."

"Counting on it," she says against him, letting him in.

A/N: Well?