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Listening to: HIM – Right Here In My Arms
Paramore – Decoy
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Chapter 21 – Stealing
Bella Swan
"…and oh my God, you should have seen his face!" I giggled, telling the story about the first time Edward, the kids and I went to the park and the swing knocked Edward flat in the chest.
We had finished our dinner already and were now in the living room. Some of us were slightly, um, tipsier than the others, Edward and I especially.
They all erupted into laughter at my impression of his face, even Edward couldn't contain his smirk and I hoped that his newly returned good mood was because he was finally divorced from that horrible hag.
He leaned in to whisper in my ear. "I'll get you back for that," he purred.
My giggles halted immediately as I turned to look at him. His eyes were bleary and something about the way he was looking at me, made my heart rate pick up.
"Bella," Rose barked out to draw my attention to her. I squinted as I looked at her, trying to will the blurriness of my vision to go away. "Do you mind showing me where the bathroom is?"
I eyed the floor warily but managed to get to my feet and hobble in the general direction of the bathroom.
"You're drunk, B." Rose pointed out as she followed behind me.
"Really?" I muttered sarcastically, stopping once I reached the bathroom door. "I hate being a lightweight."
"Oh, poor baby," she cooed, ruffling up my hair as she passed. "I, however, love your low tolerance for alcohol. It's the highlight of my evening, most of the time."
"Glad to be of service."
She pulled me into the bathroom with her and closed the door.
"Uh, Rose? You're not planning on having your way with me in here are you? You're gorgeous and all, but…"
She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Bella. I just want to talk… So, Edward's single now?"
"Yeah," my lips twitched with a smile.
"Aww, look at that smile!"
I clamped my hand over my mouth. "I'm not smiling."
"You may be hiding your smile but your cheeks are as red as a fire truck."
I dropped my hand. "I'm just happy he's rid of her, okay?"
"I know you are. He also looks happy to be free, but the way he was watching you just now… Hell, even I got turned on."
"Rose!" I gasped. "He wasn't watching me."
"Bella," she sighed. "Whether you choose to believe it or not, that man wants you. Trust me. I think the only reason he's been offish and moody over the past couple of weeks was because he's being careful."
"Even if he was just being careful because of the divorce… he's single now. I don't know what's supposed to happen. I don't know how to act around him. I mean, I like him more than physically – hell, I think I'm in love with him – but…" I trailed off when I saw Rose's wide eyes. "What?"
"What did you just say?"
I narrowed my eyes as I thought. "He's single and I don't know how to act around him?"
"No, the other part," she shook her head. "The 'I think I'm in love with him' part,"
I groaned, sat down on the still-closed toilet and placed my head in my hands.
Edward Cullen
The meeting with Tanya and our attorneys had gone surprisingly well, seeing as Tanya had no choice in the matter with regard to belongings and money. However, she refused to grant me full custody of the children.
"You only see them for a few months a year, how do you expect me to grant you custody of them?" she shrieked.
At the end, we agreed to have a judge decide on who would be granted custody of Kate and Masen.
I knew Tanya was going to bring up the fact that Kate was not my biological daughter and that she was the only living parent. Little did she know that I had photos of Masen, with a bright red hand print on his right cheek, as evidence that she was an unfit mother.
I arrived at my parents' house, still thinking about the court date on Monday, and announced that I was a single man to the first person I saw: Bella.
I hadn't been prepared for her embrace and found myself enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm body against mine more than I probably should from such an innocent gesture.
Then my dad walked in and acted as if it was the most natural thing in the world to see us hugging.
Dinner was pleasant as usual; Bella expressed how excited she was to start teaching art and Rosalie told us all about her new job. I found it hilarious how Emmett hung on her every word as if she was talking about the latest soccer scores, when really she was just talking about a magazine.
It was only when Bella was seated next to me on the living room couch that I felt the familiar pull towards her. For weeks I had kept my distance from her, so as not to cause unnecessary temptation for myself. The last thing I needed was for Tanya to get some sort of evidence of me being unfaithful while I was still married.
Today, however, I was a single man.
The reality of never having to refer to Tanya as my wife again put me in a very good mood and my good mood caused me to be more relaxed around Bella and not have to worry about doing something wrong. I had to bite my tongue on a few occasions when Bella would speak of Garrett. I knew Garrett was probably still hitting on her, but whenever she spoke of him it sounded as if she viewed him as a friend and not a lover.
Bella looked flustered when she came back from showing Rose where the bathroom was. She winked at me before taking her seat. What the hell did they talk about in there?
"What did I miss?" she asked.
"I don't know," I admitted. "I wasn't paying attention."
"Are the kids staying here tonight?" Esme wondered as she placed her wine glass on the armrest of the couch. It teetered precariously for a moment before my dad moved it to a side table, muttering 'dangerous woman' under his breath.
"I checked on them about half an hour ago and they were already asleep, so I guess so." Kate and Masen had been in the living room upstairs watching The Incredibles for the thousandth time. I didn't really understand how anyone could stand to watch the same movie over and over, but as long as they were happy, so was I.
Bella yawned. "I'm really tired, I think I'm gonna head home."
"You've been drinking," I pointed out. "You shouldn't drive."
"I'm not drunk, just buzzed."
"Still, you should let me drive. We can come back tomorrow to fetch the kids and get your car at the same time."
"I think that's a great idea, Bella," Rose commented, watching Bella intently before turning to me. "I'm so happy you care about her."
The way she emphasized the word 'care' worried me, were my feelings that obvious? "Of course I care about Bella." That was an understatement if ever there was one.
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We said our goodbyes and made sure Kate and Masen were tucked in and sleeping peacefully before we left.
The drive home was done in a comfortable silence. Bella stared out the window, lost in her thoughts while I reveled in the feeling of being this close to her after all this time.
I allowed myself to breathe in her scent for a moment. Her delicious scent of vanilla and apples made the front of my pants tighten against my now straining dick. The bugger had gotten greedy over the past couple of weeks and required me to jerk off sometimes twice a day. I could still feel her lips against mine from the last time we kissed, but then I thought back to how she had threatened to sue me for sexual harassment and I immediately went flaccid. If ever we were in a situation like that again, she'd have to be the one to initiate it and she would decide how far it went.
"Are you okay?"
Her voice startled me. "Yeah, of course I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
She giggled quietly to herself. "You just drove past the house."
"Shit." I quickly made a U-turn and drove to the house.
"See, if I was driving I wouldn't have made that kind of mistake," she remarked.
I rolled my eyes at her. "I was… distracted."
"Don't be silly, you just can't drive and think at the same time."
She was playing with me. Well, two can play that game. I leaned closer to her, so that our faces were inches apart. "I said I'd get you back for telling my family about Masen knocking me over with the swing and now you're teasing me. Does that seem like a smart thing to do?"
"Not really," she gasped.
Just a few more inches and her petal-soft, plump lips would be on mine. All I needed to do was just lean in a little closer…
"Why were you avoiding me these past few weeks?" she whispered, her brown eyes staring beseechingly into mine.
I sighed and sat back in my seat. "I'm sorry about that; I just couldn't risk Tanya seeing or hearing about anything that would raise suspicions."
"Ugh, this is going to sound so junior high but I was beginning to think you didn't like me anymore."
I looked into her eyes. "I'm sorry I made you think that."
She nodded to herself and climbed out the car. Once we were inside she excused herself to get changed into something more comfortable. My mind immediately began conjuring images of Bella changing into various items of lingerie. That was usually what women did when they said they were going to change into something more comfortable, right?
Not, Bella. She came back into the living room wearing a pair of midnight blue, silk shorts and a white tank top. The dark blue looked beautiful against her creamy white legs.
"That blue suits you," I complimented her.
She blushed and rubbed her arm.
"Seeing as neither of us is going to be doing any more driving tonight, would you like a drink?"
She narrowed her eyes at me playfully. "I would've been perfectly fine driving myself, thank you very much."
"Yeah, yeah," I said dismissively and got up to get two beers.
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One beer led to another and another… and another. You get the picture.
Bella collapsed in a fit of giggles against my chest. For the life of me I couldn't remember what the hell we were laughing about but her giggle-snorts were just too funny not to laugh at. God, her body shaking with laughter against mine felt good.
She raised her head to look at me. "Y'er sooooo funny, Edward."
"Why am I the funny one?" I slurred, feeling offended for some odd reason.
"You just are," she giggled, reaching forward to touch my nose. "Even your nose is funny."
I pouted. What was wrong with my nose?
"Aww, poor babyyy…" she cooed. "I'll kiss it better." She craned her head to kiss my nose but slipped and pecked my lips by mistake.
Just because I was drunk didn't mean I didn't feel a shock of electricity the moment her lips collided with mine.
"Your lips are so soft," I whispered against her mouth. "Like tiny little pillows… Mmm, pillows. I want to bite them."
Her tongue flicked against my bottom lip. It reminded me of a snake. I snickered to myself; I'd show her my snake.
"What snake?" Bella wondered, pulling away to look at me.
Huh. I must have said that out loud.
I just snorted to myself and reclaimed her lips with mine. She shifted her body so that she was straddling me. Edward Junior liked this new position very, very much as he could feel Bella's heat through her thin silky shorts. I grabbed her ass with both hands and was pleasantly surprised to find it was firm yet smooshable. She let out a breathy moan that went directly to my dick.
I wasn't sure how it happened, but I wasn't complaining when I felt Bella's naked breasts against my chest.
"Take me, Edward," she breathed.
"Rule nummer one of chiv… chivalavy …chivalry," I corrected myself. "Never sleep with a ladeee on the couch."
I held onto her ass as I lifted us off the couch. Climbing the stairs drunk was one thing, but climbing the stairs while drunk and carrying somebody else was going to be interesting. How I made it up the stairs without killing us both I'll never know.
She landed on my bed with a thud and giggled. "You're so stwong, Eddie."
I grinned, feeling my ego inflate like a hot air balloon. My eyes drifted downwards from her face and remembered that she was topless. Jesus, she had nice breasts.
"Shpank you," she slurred.
Guess I said what I was thinking out loud again.
I crawled over her, making sure my dick made contact with her still-covered sex. She gasped and bucked her hips against me. I placed sloppy open-mouth kisses to the tops of her breasts and smirked to myself when she arched her back right off the bed.
"God," she panted. "More."
Ask and you shall receive. I sucked her pert nipple between my lips and let my tongue swirly around it before I bit it gently. Her moans of pleasure only spurred me on as I squeezed her breasts together before placing my mouth on her other breast. Her skin tasted slightly salty, smelt like vanilla and felt as smooth as a baby's bottom.
Why the hell was I thinking about babies' butts at a time like this?
Her fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it down my shoulders. The feeling of our skin finally touching was out of this world. Her hands tangled in my hair, keeping my head in place but I managed to maneuver my mouth down to her stomach. I placed a chaste kiss to her belly button and her hip bone. I couldn't help myself, her skin looked so perfect and delectable that I leaned forward and blew a raspberry on her stomach. She giggled in surprise.
"Take them off," she pleaded as I traced the length of her shorts with my finger and looked up at her.
So far she had been receptive to all of my touches and she hadn't felt anything yet. Just wait until I finally touched her sweet little pussy, then she'd be very receptive.
I pulled down her shorts and let my hands skim over the creamy flesh of her thighs, feeling pleased when she clenched them together to create the friction she craved.
"Your skin is so soft…" I sighed as I rubbed my cheek against her thigh.
"Edward," she pleaded. "Touch me please."
"As you wish," I hooked my thumbs through either side of her underwear and tugged them down her legs, feeling every bit like a kid unwrapping their Christmas present. I threw them in the same direction as her shorts.
The sight of Bella, lying there completely exposed and wet for me, was enough to cause ever ounce of self-control inside of me to completely disappear. Not that there had been much there in the first place.
I let a single finger slide down her wet folds, admiring the pink flesh accompanied by soft chocolate curls. She whimpered with need and fisted one hand in the sheet below her. I managed to pry my hand from her wet heat and began unzipping my pants.
"You sure you want thith?" I tried to verify through my drunkenness.
"God, yes, Edward."
I hadn't even fucked her yet and she was already seeing God. Man, I must be good.
I had decided to go commando today since I was running late for my meeting with the attorneys and had no time to worry about underwear. I let out a sigh of relief once my cock was freed from its confines and allowed myself to give it a brief stroke while I gazed at Bella's hooded eyes and heaving breasts.
She sat up and came face to face with Edward Junior. "It's sooooo pretty," she commented, reaching forward to wrap her hand around it. It twitched in her hand as she gazed at in wonder. "I wanna kiss it."
I had to control myself from thrusting my dick in her mouth when she placed a small kiss to my head. The action was so innocent yet it nearly caused me to cream myself like an inexperienced teenage boy.
"It can't kiss you back," I slurred. "But it can fuck you."
She looked up at me and bit her lip. "Prove it."
Fuck yes! I pushed her back by her shoulders and spread her thighs, making sure to get another good look at her sex. I couldn't help myself; I ducked down and ran my tongue along her slit. I wasn't gonna lie and say she tasted like fucking candy, but there was definitely a natural sweetness to her juices.
Once I was sure she was ready for me, I placed my hands under her ass and lifted to get a better position to enter her. I kept my eyes locked with hers as I felt her heat envelop my cock…
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Where the fuck was I? I groaned and buried my face deeper into what I thought was my pillow, until I realized that the pillow was breathing.
My brain felt like it was being terrorized by a million tiny jack hammers. Who the hell made up alcohol anyway? Stupid fucker obviously didn't get hangovers like this.
What's worse was I couldn't remember shit from last night.
I managed to get my eyes to open after a few unsuccessful attempts and my gaze drifted to the sleeping brunette in my arms.
Who… Bella.
I sat up way too quickly and had to clench my eyes shut for a moment to stop the room from spinning. I slept with Bella last night?
A flurry of images swirled through my brain: My hands on Bella's breasts… her soft cries of need… feeling a barrier…
I glanced down at her sleeping form and then back to the middle of the bed where I fucked her. Jesus Christ, why was there blood there?
My eyes widened to a size that was still painful in my state of hangover but I deserved to feel some pain.
She was a virgin…
How had I let this happen? She deserved to be cherished and made love to, not to be fucked by a drunken poor excuse of a man.
AN: Well, there you have it. Not what you were expecting, huh?
I tried to make it as… er… descriptive as possible for drunken Edward's brain.
A huge thank you, as always, to my beta and friend Pen. Are you reading her new story 'The Price of a Broken Heart'? No? Well, you have no idea what you're missing.
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