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Dogward/Brokenward/Virginward

Chapter 21

BPOV

The night of the Cullen's dinner is...interesting. After our encounter in the bedroom, Edward is kind of standoffish. He doesn't talk much during dinner and when Alice mentions me coming to the sleepover weekend I see him flinch, obviously bothered by the possibility.

He sends such mixed messages because then he offers, no insists, on driving out of his way to take me home. He's sweet, kind and attentive, almost protective. When it comes time for him to leave my house and go home, I can tell he's conflicted about what to do.

I know what he's worried about. Having me witness one of his nightmares was probably a hard thing for him. Staying with me might set up a scenario just like before.

I think he warms up to the idea when I agree to sleep on the couch, but then we both fall asleep on said couch, watching a movie. He's rubbing my feet when I drift off. He has some magical hands as they lull me to sleep.

When I wake up on the couch Edward was sleeping all hunched over, my feet still in his lap. That had to hurt so I reach up to rub his neck to wake him. He should get to bed where it's more comfortable, not like here on the couch.

Touching him, as simple as rubbing his neck, is an experience and I get a strange sensation that shoots through my body when we touch. My flesh comes to life when he's near, and when we touch, it really is like something starts to burn, smolder.

It's damn near addicting. I can't seem to get close enough. I want that contact, but I'm pretty sure Edward does not feel the same way. When we touch he gets the weirdest look on his face, almost expectant. I don't know what he is expecting. I don't bite, often.

Rubbing his neck is my way of testing his reaction, when his guard is down. He responds positively to my touch. He seems to enjoy it. I'm still not going to molest the man, baby steps; to where I don't know.

When he wants to share my bed I about fall over. This is treading some dangerous water. I tend to lose my inhibitions when I sleep. I'm a tell all sleeper. You want to know something, ask me a question when I'm sleeping. Not good. But then Edward has his sleeping quirks too.

That's not all for me and my sleeping habits. I move around a lot and tend to maul whoever sleeps next to me. I thought the under/over sheet situation would help with that. Not so much. When I wake up in the morning I'm practically humping his leg, while the poor man innocently sleeps.

He looks so peaceful lying next to me on his stomach with the blanket down around his thighs. His face is turned towards me, lips parted, breathing steadily. He looks so young when he sleeps, vulnerable.

From this view I can really appreciate the roundness of his ass. His shirt is riding up so a few inches of his, tanned, tone lower back are peeking out. His arms are folded under the pillow, his upper arms, revealed. Strong.

All I want to do is touch him. My body is always sexually charged when I'm in his presence, but sex is not my intention, at all.

He mentioned yesterday that he's been sore since he did the repair work on the rescue. I want to touch him again, so I continue with what seemed to be okay with him last night, respectable, to both of us.

I start by lying next to him. I gently ghost up on the top of his shirt to his neck as I rub his neck and head. He begins to stir and I figure this will be a pleasant way for him to wake up. He did after all offer to stay with me and protect me.

My hands explore his back, neck and head. I avoid skin to skin contact as much as possible, massaging him through his thin t-shirt.

He seems to be waking slowly while quietly moaning. His eyes have yet to open, but I get the impression he's aware of what and who is doing this to him.

I don't know what possesses me to straddle his ass. I can justify it by saying it gives me a better angle at his whole back, but honestly I just want to touch him more. My intentions are not sexual in nature; however, my body is on red alert when I'm near him.

The second I put my weight on him his hips push into the bed and he moans loudly. I have to admit, it really turns me on.

Carefully gauging his reaction, I slide my hands up under his t-shirt, pushing it up and out of the way as best I can. I begin rubbing up and down his back, stopping to rub his neck and run my hands through his soft hair.

Every time I shift my weight forward to reach his shoulders and neck he either sharply intakes his breath or moans softly. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hot to watch how his body reacts to my touch.

I haven't known Edward that long, but what I do know about him leads me to believe that he denies himself. It's almost as if this experience is something new to him. You know, intimacy.

The longer I do this pattern up and down his back the quicker his breathing becomes. He never opens his eyes, but I know what's happening to him. He's close to release.

More than anything I want to do this for him.

When he starts thrusting into the bed I can't help but join him. His body is so warm and strong. His arousal is spurring my own. I think I can have an orgasm riding him, but this isn't about me. I'm wet, embarrassingly so. I'm sure he can feel my desire through our clothes.

Both of us are breathing erratically, nearing release. I want him to give into the pleasure. I feel him holding back so I lean forward, my hard nipples grazing his strong, bare back. I whisper exactly what I'm thinking, "you feel so good."

That's all he needs to let go. He says my name when he cums. It's beautiful to watch, he's beautiful to watch.

I lie on his back, both of us calming ourselves from our unexpected tryst.

The first thing he does is apologize for enjoying himself; exactly what I thought. This man is too controlled. He doesn't let loose enough and he denies himself the simplest pleasures.

Hopefully, I put him at ease. I'm surprised by the progression of things, but I like it.

I'm hot and bothered at this point, painfully so. My throbbing girlie parts need some attention or some cool down time.

I don't know where my inhibitions go, but I practically tell him exactly that. I tell him I need a cold shower, or not. I go with the not...

After my lengthy shower I'm disappointed to see that Edward has left. Not that I expected him to stay, that could be awkward.

He left me a note of "thanks" that said exactly that. I don't know how I feel about this.

I think he took Buddy out while I was showering, because he has no sense of urgency to go outside now. Besides, Edward is very considerate of the animals, I'm sure Buddy would be a priority to him.

My phone buzzes later in the day revealing a cute, post orgasm photo of Edward programmed into my phone. I can't help but smile at his messy morning hair and smirky grin. He must have programmed my number into his phone.

*Did you enjoy your shower? E

I have to laugh, he's been thinking about my comment, and me in the shower.

*I did, very much. Thank you. B

*No, thank you. E

*You seem to be thanking me a lot lately. B

*You keep giving me reasons to thank you. E

*Is it okay that I give you reasons to thank me? B

*ABSOLUTELY! E

Oh, caps even. I don't know what to make of this flirt texting. It goes on all week. We never talk, just text. We do text about the party this coming weekend. It seems the boys will be surfing. I can't wait to see Edward surf. Surfers are very sexy to me.

Alice and I chat too. She suggests that we give each day a theme. We decide that Friday will be a Mexican Fiesta; taco bar and margaritas. She gives me an ear full about Rose and Tequila. I know I have to be careful with tequila too, history speaks for itself.

Saturday will be island themed. We plan to spend the day on the beach so that will be easy enough to dress for. I suggest we make Mai Tai's and drink them out of coconuts or pineapples. I saw it on the cooking channel. I tell her I'll get all the stuff for that.

Sunday will be Italian food and wine; a mellow last day of the weekend. I have some great ideas for this since I recently visited Italy.

On Tuesday I get a call from Jake. We haven't spoken since July fifth, when I picked up Buddy. He really annoyed me that day with his twenty questions. He asks me to come to the cafe for lunch one day this week. We decide on Thursday.

On my walk to Jake's cafe I'm a little nervous, and I don't know why. He sounded odd on the phone when he asked me to lunch. I hope things aren't going to be uncomfortable between us.

Jake is busy when I arrive. The hostess knows me and seats me at Jake's reserved table. I order ice tea and wait for him to join me. I watch him interact with the customers and his workers. He really is a kind person. Everyone loves him. The hostess looks at him like he's something to eat. I can't help but laugh.

Jake joins me at the table. "What's so funny? He asks, slightly accusatory.

I react by getting defensive. "Nothing you want to hear."

"Well, this is starting out great." He says dripping with sarcasm. "I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but I guess if we're pissed at each other it might be a little easier."

"What are you talking about, Jake? I didn't come here to be pissed. If you've got something to say, just spit it out." I can feel my temper getting the best of me.

We have a silent stare down until he looks away, takes a deep breath and says, "I saw your friend walking Buddy early the other morning."

It takes me a second to get what he's talking about. At first I want to explain myself, and then I just get angrier.

"Jacob, what I do, with whom, where and why are really not your concern." I say between gritted teeth.

"I mean really Bella. I saw his car and yours. Did he spend the night? Is he your boyfriend? I thought you didn't do relationships? And there he is walking Buddy right in front of my house, flaunting it in my face."

"You know, Jake, no one did anything to you here. This isn't even about you. The fact that I feel the need to defend and explain myself says a lot about us. You have no idea what has been going on in my life." I have to stop to calm myself.

Neither one of us speaks for what seems like minutes.

"I would like to know what's going on in your life Bella, but you never call me or come around anymore. Is it because of him?" He sounds hurt, but I'm still pissed.

"No, Jake, it's not because of him. It's because of you. It seems like every time we talk lately you piss me off. I've been avoiding you to avoid this." I wave my arm across the table.

"I'm sorry I'm such a downer. I just...care about you, Bella, and I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I wish I could believe those are your only motives, Jake, but I don't. You have been a good friend to me since I moved here. But what I do when I'm not with you is my business. I won't defend or explain myself to you now, or ever. If you still want to be my friend, then you need to back off. You need to accept our friendship as just that, friendship, and let everything else go. Can you do that?"

"I don't know, Bella. I really don't know. I see green when it comes to you. I don't want to lose you." He says reaching across the table to touch my hand. I move away before he actually touches me. I will not send him mixed signals ever again.

"Well, Jake, let me know when you know. Until then, we won't be talking." I stand to leave. "Oh, and Jake, there has been a person in a car lurking on our block. If you see anything unusual call the police. I filed a report the other day. My friend stayed the night because I was freaked out about that."

I walk away without looking back. I'm a little annoyed with myself for giving him any information about Edward. I'm also annoyed that if I had wanted to talk to him about Edward I wouldn't know what to say. I think we're friends, he got a benefit. But we're not "friends with benefits." Are we more than friends? We've never even kissed. I'm so confused.

Friday doesn't get here soon enough. I get to the beach house early to help Alice get ready. I also want to get there before Edward. I don't know how to greet him. I've been thinking about this a lot. The last time I saw him I gave him a kiss on the cheek, after I gave him a little something special. A drink or two in me might make the greeting a little less awkward.

Alice has me put my stuff in one of the rooms upstairs. It looks like a guest room, but less generic than the one on the main level. She says that Rose already requested that room, and Alice has her own room here.

While Alice and I put up the festive Fiesta decorations and start the margaritas flowing, Buddy is in doggy heaven sniffing around the house.

We put on our suits and head to the spa with our margaritas. Alice is practically jumping with excitement when she talks about this weekend.

"This is going to be so much fun. We always play drunk Twister. It's actually easier when you're drunk. You're more bendy."

"What other games do you play? I brought some movies and made some playlists on my ipod that are themed for each of our days."

"We play the usual, you know, Pictionary, Charades, Spin the Bottle."

I choke on my drink. "Spin the Bottle?" I squeak out.

"Well, the couples usually play that. Edward is usually in bed when we play. He's a good sport, but I know it bothers him sometimes when he's the odd man out. You could be his partner!" She practically yells, making me jump.

"Oh, I don't know, Alice." I say shaking my head.

"We'll just see how it goes." She says beaming. There's a look of mischief in her eyes. It makes me nervous.

"Alice, don't push Edward because of me. I know how private he is. It'll be fine whatever happens."

"Don't worry, Bella. I know exactly how much to push my brother, even when I'm drunk," she laughs. "Anyway, I'm the one who gave him your phone number. He called and asked for it on Sunday, giving some lame excuse about wanting to check on your dog." She rolls her eyes.

I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy inside when the others start arriving. Rose gets here first. She joins us, drink in hand within a minute of coming in the door.

"You girls look like you're having fun." She says eyeing our buzzed selves.

"Yep, get your party on, Rose." I say lifting my glass. "To the Cullen kids party weekend, or whatever you call it." We clink glasses, laughing.

Emmett and Jasper arrive next. They start with Coronas instead of margaritas, but join us in the spa too.

"Your dog is cool, Bella. How long have you had him?" Emmett asks, scratching Buddy behind the ears.

"My friend Jake found him. He showed up at his restaurant one day a few months ago. We put up signs and ads, but nobody claimed him. Jake couldn't take him so I did. He's a good dog. Thank god he's not a humper."

They all burst out laughing at that.

"Who wants more margaritas, beers?" I say as I jump out and quickly dry off.

"I do, me too. A beer for me please. Yep, me too. Thanks, Bella." They all chime in.

I turn to go in the house just as Edward is coming out. He's wearing only his long board shorts, sunglasses, holding a beer, hair tousled, tan, abs and all.

I want to stop and admire him, but I can't because I have to pee. When I walk past him I smile, and give him a kiss on the cheek without thinking about what I'm doing. It's like a reaction to him or something.

He turns a dark shade of red.

"I guess I have some catching up to do." He smirks at me, causing me to turn my own shade of red.

I keep walking, mortified and relieved. Well, the greeting is over, good or bad. I don't know yet.

I do hear Emmett's voice say, "What the hell was that, Edward. How come you get a kiss on the cheek?" I don't wait around for an answer. I really have to pee.

A/N

So, how do you feel about Bella's motives?

Her confrontation with Jacob?

Drunken Twister... Spin the Bottle...

Spin the Bottle is a party game in which several players sit/stand/kneel in a circle. A bottle is placed on the floor in the center of the circle. A player spins the bottle, and must kiss the person to whom the bottle points when it stops spinning. It is popular among teenagers and is very embarrassing to most.[1] There are a very large number of variants.

A spinning bottle can also be used to decide the player for another game, such as Truth or Dare?

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