Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.
Thanks to MeteorOnAMoonlessNight for being my beta and Sara aka Nikki Black for pre-reading!
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When I pulled into his driveway I was almost positive I had the wrong place. For the last three months, he had refused to show me any pictures, claiming that he wanted to surprise me. Well, I was surprised, all right.
The last time I'd been here, it had been run-down and in need of some serious love. As I climbed out of my car, I took notice of everything that had gone on while I was away. There was still no grass, but the earth had been tilled, and seed had been placed. The stairs were now a deep, rich wood, and the handrails were smooth and sturdy. The outside was painted a light cream color; overall, it was absolutely amazing.
I ran up the stairs quickly, this time because I needed to see him. There was no fear that I'd fall through. Once again, it had been too long, but thankfully this time I was here for months.
I knocked on his door and was surprised when it wasn't him who answered, but a woman with short black hair and piercing blue eyes. Everything I had just been feeling dissipated into thin air. Who the hell was she?
Then she spoke up. "Hi! I'm Alice, you must be Bella! Edward asked me to come over and help clean up before you got here; he's gotten a few orders lately, so he's been busy. He's actually out in his workshop. He must have lost track of time." She spoke quickly.
"Oh! Thanks. I don't want to be rude, but I'm going to…" I trailed off as I eyed the garage.
Alice gave a quick laugh. "I was just leaving, anyway. Besides, if I only got to see Jasper every few weekends, I wouldn't be standing here, either!" She gave me a bright smile.
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As I approached his workshop, I could hear the saw going and I wondered how I'd missed all that noise. I walked in slowly, my heart picking up pace. I couldn't help but feel a little leery from the last time that we were in this position, but I just kept reminding myself that he truly loved me. I made my way around to the front so he'd notice me.
He glanced up quickly, doing a double take before he switched off the saw. "Bella," he breathed out and quickly made his way around to me. "I didn't expect you here 'til three!"
I glanced up at the clock. "It's almost four, Edward." I smiled and shook my head at him.
"Well, fuck, I must have lost track of time. God, you're a sight, sugar," he said as he pulled me against him and pressed his mouth hard against mine. I moaned softly, threading my fingers through his hair.
Until I remembered what I'd thought of Alice, and I pulled back slightly. "Edward?" I mumbled against his lips.
"What is it, baby?" His lips began trailing down my neck, making it hard to concentrate.
"I thought you were cheating on me with Alice," I said bluntly.
He immediately pulled back and just looked… hurt. "Fuck. Are you ever going to trust me, Bella? What do I have to do? I can't keep apologizing for the rest of my life. You even said you didn't want me to apologize anymore, so tell me! What do I need to do?" he said desperately.
"It's me, Edward. You're not doing anything wrong. Honestly. I know you love me, and I love you, too. I'm trying. Look! I even told you about it immediately! I didn't want to hide my feelings. I'm trying to be honest with you," I told him truthfully.
He pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Then we just both keep trying, forever. How does that sound, sugar?"
I smiled up at him. "Is that your way of asking me to marry you?" I teased.
"You won't be questioning it when I ask you to marry me, Bella. You'll know," he said seriously.
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If I thought I was amazed by the outside of the house, I was extremely wrong. When we finally made our way into the house, I swear my jaw hit the floor.
The floors were polished, and the walls were back in place and freshly painted. The old couch and the card table were long gone, and in their place sat a dark brown leather sofa with matching end tables.
"Did you make these?" I asked, running my hand over the top of one.
He shrugged and actually looked somewhat embarrassed. "Yeah. They didn't take long. They're just a simple design…" he trailed off.
"I think they're gorgeous, and, oh! That table is amazing, Edward!" I exclaimed as I noticed his dining room table. It was a mixture of light and medium colored wood, all the natural beauty still shining through, but it was smooth to the touch. He came up behind me and moved my hair to one side before pressing a kiss to the spot just behind my ear.
"I've looked at that table every day, and all I can think about are all of the ways I want to fuck you on it," he growled softly in my ear, pressing his erection into my ass. I moaned and rubbed against him.
"Tell me what you want," I said, my voice shaky with need.
"I've yet to eat a meal at this table, Bella. Do you know why?" he asked, and I shook my head. "Because I wanted my first meal on it to be you." His fingers slid under my skirt and ran up and down the length of my pussy, causing me to moan again.
He turned me around and lifted me up onto the table as if I weighed nothing. "Fuck, I need to taste you, it's been so goddamn long." He pushed my skirt up quickly and pulled my panties from my body. Before I knew it, his head was between my legs.
"Oh God, just like that," I cried out as his tongue circled my clit and then he wrapped his lips around it, sucking hard. He knew exactly what to do with my body. He kept going at it, and it was only a little while longer before I was threading my hands through his hair and grinding myself against his mouth as I reached my climax, calling out his name.
He stood up and ran the back of his hand over his mouth. "Best fucking meal this table will ever see." He undid his pants and dropped them to the floor and then grabbed my feet and wrapped my legs around his waist as he plowed into me. "Oh fuck, you need to hold on, baby."
He could only grunt as he began to set a rough pace. I wrapped my fingers around the sides of the table and clawed at them as he continued to pound into me. I loved it when he was sweet and gentle, but, God, did I love it when he fucked me hard and raw.
He moaned as I dug my heels into his ass, pressing him deeper into me. "Fuck, I'm gonna… oh, God, Bella!" he called out loudly as he came deep inside me.
He leaned down on top of me, trying to catch his breath as I ran my fingers through his hair. "I really do love this table," I said with a laugh.
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I sighed when I looked at the clock and saw that it was already after one in the morning. I knew I didn't exactly have a curfew, but I knew my parents expected me to come home. My dad was able to turn a blind eye when I was at school, but at home? Not so much.
"I hate that you have to go," he said sadly.
"Me too, but at least I can see you tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after—"
"I get it, Bella," he said with a smirk. "Hey, do you know what tomorrow is?"
I shook my head. "No, what is it?"
"Tomorrow is the anniversary of the first day we ever spoke." He placed a kiss to my cheek.
"I… you remember that?" I said quietly.
He nodded. "Go to the beach with me tomorrow?"
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be." Didn't he know by now that he never had to ask? Even though sometimes I was still insecure, and I had my moments of doubt, they were just that, moments. I would follow him willingly to the ends of the earth.
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Chapter 20 songs:
A Matter Of Trust – Billy Joel
Wild Wild Love – Pitbull (feat. G.R.L.)