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CHAPTER 21: Long Bomb
Esme, Rosalie, and I drifted into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner after Charlie left, and Edward and Emmett disappeared upstairs. This concerned me a great deal. I kept casting cautious glances at the ceiling. No one else seemed worried, though, and I didn't hear any ominous noises coming from the upper floors, so after a little while I began to relax. It was really entertaining to talk with Esme and Rosalie; they were so much fun and had hilarious stories to tell about the boys and growing up together. I learned that General and Mrs. Whitlock were spending the holidays with some old friends in a more tropical locale, and that Jasper was staying with Alice and her family for the holiday. He'd mentioned to Edward that they might stop by later.
When we finally had everything ready to eat we summoned the men to the table. Carlisle came into the dining area right away, but both Edward and Emmett had to be called over the intercom a couple of times. My worry returned. I looked them over as they came around the corner from the foyer. Emmett was scowling, and Edward was trying to hide a grin. He had suspicious red marks on his neck and arms, and his hair was an even bigger mess than usual. We all sat at the table that was loaded with food, and Edward kissed my cheek as he sat in the chair next to me with a cheerful smirk. I glanced over at Emmett and gasped in horror.
He'd bent and turned his head to listen to something Rosalie was saying. All motion and sound at the table slowly ceased. I glanced up with wide eyes to see Carlisle and Esme staring at his head in shock.
There was a wide, naked strip on his scalp, from the crown of his head down to the top of one ear. It was about as wide as a pair of clipper blades. Edward paused to see what we were all staring at, and his smirk grew.
"Could you pass me the mashed potatoes, Dad?" he asked.
Carlisle turned narrowed eyes on his youngest son. "What the hell have you two been doing?" he asked in a low, scary voice.
Esme's hand had gone to her mouth, and Emmett turned a now smug look at his brother.
"What?" Rosalie asked in confusion, her gaze swinging from Carlisle's face, to Esme's, to mine. She saw that Esme was still staring in shock at Emmett, and she grabbed his chin, turning his head to see what was causing such a commotion. She saw the shaved strip and yelped.
"Now you're gonna get it," Emmett said to Edward with great satisfaction. I stared at Rosalie in concern, my hands hovering in the air next to him in an instinctual urge to protect him. I didn't know what I could do, though; I didn't think anything could stop Rosalie once she got going.
"Is this what you were talking about earlier?" she asked Edward, her eyes never leaving Emmett's head.
"Yep." Edward was much too cheerful considering what was about to befall him.
Rose narrowed her eyes, tapping a fingernail on her lip thoughtfully. "Good one." When Emmett made a sound of protest, she just smacked him and let go of his face. "You deserved it after what you did to his hair gel this morning. My advice is to keep your helmet on next week when you're on national television."
"Would someone like to explain what is going on here?" Carlisle asked, splitting his gaze between his two sons.
Emmett pouted, now that the wrath of Rosalie wasn't descending on Edward. "No," he said sullenly.
Edward raised a brow at him before turning his innocent face to his parents. "Nothing, Dad. Mom, this smells great."
Carlisle's gaze was still narrowed on him, but Esme began passing platters.
"Well, come on and eat before it gets cold," she told us.
"Paybacks are a bitch," Emmett hissed.
"Yeah, they are, aren't they?" Edward returned with a meaningful look.
"Just wait. Nair in you shampoo bottle would be awesome. Wonder how you'd look bald."
"No!" My protest was automatic and horrified. "Not the hair!"
There were chuckles all around the table, and I had to grin in self-conscious reaction. "Sorry," I said, placing my hand over the top of his head, the soft rust locks tickling my palm. I'd be devastated if they were gone. "But I'm calling the hair off-limits."
Emmett smirked. "At least Rose has her priorities straight. She called my balls off-limits."
"I'm sure Edward can take care of his own balls." I heard the words come out of my mouth with a kind of faint dismay. "I'm calling the hair."
There was a shocked silence before everyone laughed until there were tears their eyes. I couldn't believe I'd said that out loud. I cringed in embarrassment. Edward hugged me and Emmett grabbed me after he was done, giving me a warm squeeze.
"Good one, Bella. You'll do."
I smiled in secret pleasure, and Esme tried to cast us all a stern look through her amusement. "Christmas dinner, people," she reminded us. "Can we not talk about any of our intimate body parts at the table, please? Just this once?""
After eating way too much of all of the amazing food, the guys shooed us away so they could clear the dishes and clean the kitchen. I was pleasantly surprised at their insistence, until I heard scuffling and Carlisle's raised voice.
"I swear to God, you'd think they were still twelve years old," Esme huffed, giving an exasperated roll of her eyes. She stood, saying to Rosalie, "Stop after the first boy. I'm just warning you."
Rosalie and I exchanged wide-eyed looks, and she shrugged, bewildered. Esme walked swiftly toward the kitchen and yelled, "If even one of my dishes is broken, you'll all be sorry!"
Rose and I managed to hold our giggles until she was out of earshot. "Are they always like this?" I asked.
She tipped her head, still grinning. "Yeah, pretty much, especially when they've been apart for a while. They'll settle down after the novelty wears off, don't worry."
We chatted amiably for a little while. She told me about her and Emmett's apartment in San Diego and the constant parade of NFL scouts, the boosters that were wining and dining them, and how excited she was that everything was going so well for him. Rose was enthusiastic, talking about the upcoming National Championship game. She seemed really excited I was going with them, which made me feel good. I was impressed and excited to learn about all of the details. It sounded like a fun trip, and I was happy to be included with the family.
A little while later, Edward came into the room to where we sat, looking somewhat wetter than he had before but pretty much all in one piece. He exchanged a look with Rose, and she grinned as she stood, heading for the kitchen.
"What's up?" I asked. "That was nice of you to help clean."
He shrugged, pulling me to my feet. "It's tradition in the Cullen household. Do you want to run to your house and get some stuff to spend the night?" He lifted his eyebrows with a suggestive leer.
"I was just going to sleep naked," I said innocently, and he gaped at me. I laughed. "Ha – just kidding. I guess I do need a few things."
"I just talked to Jasper. If it's okay with you, I told him we'd stop by Alice's on our way back here."
"Fine with me," I told him. I had Alice's Christmas gift in my car.
He pushed me toward the front door, hollering over his shoulder, "We'll be back soon!"
"Be careful," Esme's voice admonished us as he grabbed our jackets out of the coat closet.
After I retrieved Alice's gift we got into the Volvo and drove to my house. The streets were quiet, the light softly glowing as it faded into dusk. Edward held my hand, twining his fingers with mine and placing our joined hands on the hard swell of his thigh. I turned my face away to grin like an idiot out the passenger window. I couldn't imagine being any happier. I loved my life.
He only let go of me to get out of the car, joining our palms together once again as we met to walk up the sidewalk and porch together. I fished the key out of my pocket with my other hand, pushing open the door and entering the dark, silent house. He was quiet as he followed me up the stairs to my room, and I glanced at his handsome face curiously. He met my look with a serene smile, one I couldn't help returning.
"Okay?" I asked as I entered my room, going to the closet and dropping to my knees to search for the small duffel bag I knew was in there somewhere.
"Fine," he returned in a husky voice. He had paused at the foot of my bed and stood tall in the dim light, staring down at me.
"What?" I asked, pushing the hair behind my ear self-consciously.
"Nothing," he said softly. "I'm just thinking how different this Christmas is than last year. It's a whole lot better spending it with you."
I rocked back on my heels, staring at him. It just never, ever ceased to amaze me, that this beautiful boy was mine. "Edward…" my voice was thick with sudden emotion.
One side of his mouth lifted slightly and he held out his hand. "Let me help you," he said, gesturing to the duffel bag in my hand. I turned my attention to it in surprise; I hadn't even realized I'd grabbed it. He pulled me to my feet, bringing me in close against him, and slowly lowered his mouth to mine. I heard a dreamy sigh – I wasn't sure if it was him or me making that happy, needy sound – and I let the warm, thrilling sensation of kissing Edward fill me.
His hands spread over my back, hugging me tight, and his mouth and tongue dug deep, exploring every last sensation, bringing it forth and seeking more. I was lightheaded, a fiery burn scorching my heart. His taste was amazing. His scent fogged my brain. The intimate feel of him against my body, my mouth, in my soul, was indescribable. I loved this boy, and my heart ached with it..
We eventually parted, panting, needing to breathe. I clung to his strong arms until the room righted itself around me.
"Wow," I gasped, resting my forehead against his chest. It rose and fell rapidly under my cheek, his heart thundering against my ear. My own pounded even harder at this evidence that he was just as affected as I was.
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head after our breathing returned to normal. "Come on," he said softly. "We've got all night."
I leaned back to look into his smiling face and returned the grin. He bent to pick up the duffel where he had dropped it on the floor, and we packed it with the things I would need for an overnight stay. Edward took great interest in my lingerie drawer—yes, I actually had a drawer filled with nothing but lingerie now. I batted at his hands and pushed him out of the way when he began rifling through the lacey things inside.
"Stop it! You're going to ruin everything. I want to have some surprises left for you!" I was giggling and out of breath as he playfully wrestled with me.
"It'll give me some material for fantasies," he told me, easily holding both of my wrists in one hand while he tried to look over my head into the drawer.
"You don't need any more material," I gasped, leaning into him, and he reluctantly let me push him away from the dresser. "I've seen your porn drawer, remember?"
He groaned dramatically. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"
"Oh, hell no," I assured him cheerfully. "Actually, I was hoping we could try some of it tonight."
He squinted at me, color touching the blades of his cheekbones, and his breathing deepened. "What did I do to deserve you?" he asked wonderingly.
"Ha." I picked up my bag, but he snagged it neatly from my hands and slung it casually over his shoulder. I shook my head, but knew, as always, arguing with him about carrying my stuff was a fruitless endeavor. I froze as a potentially terrifying thought occurred to me. "Where is Emmett sleeping?"
"He'll be at Rosalie's most of the night – if not all night. Don't worry about him."
"Okay, then, where am I sleeping?" I asked as I followed him down the stairs.
"Well, we have a guest suite over the garage," he said, pausing on the porch to watch me lock the door behind us.
"Of course you do," I mumbled mockingly. "A guest suite. Doesn't everyone?" He glared at me in playful warning, and I rolled my eyes. "Oh, sorry. Go on."
"Like I was saying," he continued with meaningful exaggeration. "We have a guest suite over the garage, but I'm thinking I can convince the parental unit to let you sleep on the pull-out bed in the music room. What?" he added at my incredulous look.
"You think they'll really let me sleep anywhere near your room, all alone, on your private floor, three stories above them?"
"Yeah," he smirked. "I'm thinking they will. It's very quiet – and very private – up there." He arched a brow. "You can't hear anything from the main floor. " I blushed as we walked toward the Volvo. "It's different, being the parents of boys," he continued, and I tilted my head in acknowledgment of his reasoning. "Besides, after Emmett's little scene at the dinner table the other night with the condom, it's not like they haven't figured out we're, uh, sexually active."
"Yeah, but thinking they know, and knowing they know, are two different things," I pointed out as he opened the car door for me. He got in on his side, tossing my bag into the backseat.
He shrugged, backing out of the driveway and onto the street. "Either way, you're going to end up sneaking into my bed anyway, right?"
"Me?" I squeaked in surprise. "Why me? I don't sneak – I can't sneak. I suck at sneaking."
He laughed. "Yeah, okay. If they let you sleep in the music room, you sneak into my bed. It's not that far, and it's really comfortable. If they put you in the guest suite, then I'll sneak into yours."
I considered this, and thought it was fair. I realized we hadn't even considered that one of us wouldn't be sneaking into one or the other's bed. We stopped for a while at Alice's house to see her and Jazz, but didn't stay too long. I think they were just as anxious to be alone as we were – it appeared there would be a lot of sneaking around going on in many households tonight.
"Care to make a bet?" he asked as we went through the massive garage into his house through the back door.
"What kind of bet?" I asked suspiciously.
"Let's see…" he paused with his hand on the doorknob. "I bet they let you sleep in the pull-out bed in the music room."
"I bet they don't," I countered.
"If I win, and they do, then I get a free night." His eyes darkened as they searched mine.
"A free night of what?" I was starting to get a little frustrated with his ambiguous statements.
"A free night to do anything I want with you," he whispered, his voice dark and low, leaning in toward me.
I licked my lips and stared at his mouth. I think I shivered. "A – Ah – Ah…" I had to stop and clear my throat. I couldn't take my eyes from his full lips and white, gleaming teeth. "Anything?" I shifted, trying to ease the sudden ache low in my belly.
"Yeah." He brushed his nose along my ear, and a gasp escaped my lungs. I felt him smile into my hair.
"What—what do I get if I win?" I whispered, trying really hard not to sway toward him.
"Anything you want." His voice was rough, husky, low.
I squeezed my eyes shut and fought the almost irresistible urge to knock him to the ground and have my way with him, right there in the garage.
"Okay," I squeaked.
He opened the door leading from the garage into the laundry room, and I risked a glance at his face. He was grinning at me. If I won, I wanted him to have a free night, too, and I think the smug bastard knew it.
"Hey Mom, hey Dad," he greeted his parents, who were sitting at the kitchen table, relaxing with what smelled like mugs of hot chocolate sitting in front of them. I glanced at the clock on the elaborate microwave, and realized it was later than I thought.
"Did you guys stop and see Jasper and Alice?" his mom asked.
"Yeah, for a bit." He slid the strap of my bag off of his shoulder and held it in front of him. "So." He kept his eyes studiously on his parents, trying to be casual. "Where should I put Bella's stuff?"
His mom ducked her head slightly, hiding a smile, before raising her eyes briefly to his dad. He settled back in the chair and stared at his son.
"I don't know," he finally said, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Where do you think she should sleep?"
Edward shifted, nervous or uncomfortable, I couldn't tell. "Well, I was thinking…" his voice trailed off, and I could hear his tone echoing the amusement in his dad's, "…maybe the sofa in my room?"
"You did, did you?" Carlisle pinned him with his cool blue stare before a grin broke out over his features. "That's a little presumptuous, don't you think?"
Triumph and disappointment warred through me – it looked like I was going to win the little bet we had made. The feelings only intensified when he continued, "Don't you think the bed in the music room would be a little more comfortable?"
A grin matching his father's broke out across his face, but he quickly tempered it. "Sounds good," he said casually, and turned to the hall.
"Edward?" His dad's voice halted us both, and Edward turned back to face him. "I do expect that you'll respect the rules of this household. That you're old enough to be trusted to do so?"
Edward stared at him for a second, and then nodded his head. He touched my arm as he moved past me and I followed.
We climbed the stairs, and he moved with confidence into his room, leaving the overhead lights off and instead going to his nightstands to turn on the small lamps. He then tossed my bag on the bed. I looked around the room, moving over to the opaque glass of the wide doors leading out onto the balcony. The pale reflection of my face stared back at me. I was suddenly shy and nervous, disbelieving that his parents were actually going to let me stay with him. I didn't fool myself that any of us really believed I'd be sleeping in the music room. I guess he won our bet…I gripped my elbows and hugged my arms around my chest, trying to contain the sharp thrill that shot through me at the thought of his reward for winning.
"C'mere," he said softly.
I turned my head, looking curiously over my shoulder to see him standing in the middle of the room, over by the sofa and chairs. The first flutter of awareness and excitement tickled low in my belly. "What about your parents?" I asked.
I thought I saw the corners of his mouth twitch, but his face was shadowed and obscured in the soft, dim light. "They won't be up until before they go to bed," he told me, his voice low and intimate. "We've got plenty of time. C'mere," he repeated.
I stood by the balcony door, considering. It was only for effect—we both knew I'd do it. I trusted him completely. I kept my eyes locked on his, and even from across the room I knew they were intense and sharp with desire. I could hear it in his voice. I slowly moved toward him, each step a taunt, a call, an answer. I stopped in front of him, tilting my head with a soft smile, and he broke.
His hands came up and gripped my shoulders, pulling me to him. He pressed his supple lips to mine, a soft, sweet caress that quickly grew rougher, more urgent. I brought my hands up to touch his face but his tightened on my upper arms, pulling me slightly away. I stared at him in surprise, and he kissed me one last time, stroking the hair back from my face. He looked down at me for many long seconds.
"Anything I want," he reminded me, but it sounded more like he was talking to himself. "If it's something you don't want, Bella, you just tell me, okay?"
"I want you, Edward," I said softly, and I meant it.
He lifted me, kissing me hard. I began to have an inkling of how much control he'd been exerting over himself. He spun me around, and the room whirled around me before I was once again staring at my image in the enormous panes of glass that lined the back of his room. He took a quick step forward, pressing his erection into the small of my back, his hands coming up to cup my breasts. I leaned my head back against his hard chest and moaned.
He stripped me, still facing away from him, and I watched in the reflection of the glass. A dreamy, warm haze was overtaking my senses. I shivered, both at the erotic sight in front of me and the feel of him exposing me. He ran his hands up and down my arms, and while it may have warmed me, it did nothing to stop the shivers. They intensified and he chuckled lowly.
"Jesus, Bella," he murmured, his fingertips trailing over my back. "Your skin…It's so beautiful."
"Edward," I whispered, trying to turn around, but his hands gripped my shoulders. He held me still, making sure I would be compliant.
"Shush," he warned, his voice rumbling in my ear, breath warm against the skin of my neck. "You promised, remember? Anything I want." He walked me forward, staying behind me, guiding me to the leather sofa. "Here," he murmured in a low, guttural voice. He put gentle pressure on the top of my shoulders so that I went slowly to my knees, and then pressed between my shoulder blades so that I lay face-down across the seat. "Here. God, I want you here."
I whimpered, falling forward, gripping the cushion on the sofa. I whimpered again when I heard him fumbling desperately with his own clothes, heard them dropping to the floor. I tried once again to turn my head toward him, but he tightened his fingers in my hair. I lowered my face so that I rested my cheek on the cool leather cushion. It warmed quickly with my body heat, and I felt it stick slightly to my skin. He knelt behind me, his hands running down my sides to caress my hips, the heat of his body covering me from shoulders to knees as he bent forward to brush my hair off of my neck and place a soft, sucking kiss there. He worked his thighs between mine, yanking my legs apart suddenly, stretching them wide to just the point of being uncomfortable. He stroked my buttocks and settled between them. I moaned at the feel of his erection pressing against the curve of my behind.
"Okay?" he whispered in my ear, leaning over me once again, covering me with his body as his fingers traced lower and fluttered between my legs.
"Uh-huh," I grunted, nodding my head as best I could. "Edward. Please…"
His long fingers dipped inside, swirling and curling before he pulled them out to my agonized groan. I pressed back against him, my hips twitching against his groin. He gasped, and I pushed back more insistently, only to feel him give me a sharp, reprimanding pinch on the curve of my butt. I jumped, and God help me, I moaned.
"No," he admonished in a low, rough tone of pure sex. "Be good, or don't you want this?" He rubbed the length of his rock hard penis between the cheeks of my ass, and I growled in want and frustration. Damn him.
I started to rise up to face him, but his large, hot palm pressed insistently into the center of my back, holding me to my position of half-laying on the seat cushion of the sofa. I was pulsing, trembling, and throbbing insistently between my legs. I squirmed, seeking to ease the needy ache, gripping the slick surface hard. My fingers were white against the black leather. I felt his hands once again between my legs as he trailed his fingers through the dampness at the juncture of my thighs, plucking gently at my flesh. I tried to bite the leather under my mouth to stifle my cry at the intense sensation, but could find no purchase.
"Jesus, Bella," he breathed, and I felt him pull away slightly. His large hands gripped my hipbones and he slammed into me.
I gave a muffled shriek and came hard, shaking and shattering and sobbing into the fragrant leather.
"Fuck," I heard him chanting when I could hear properly again. "Fuckfuckfuck."
He was pressed hard inside me, his chest plastered to my back, holding still and deep as he fought the onslaught of his own need. I could feel the fine trembling in his big body, his muscles rebelling against his formidable will. After a long moment he straightened and slid slowly out of me with a loud groan, only to thrust back in with a sharp hiss between his teeth. He pounded into me steadily from behind, and the depth and friction soon started my orgasmic rise once more. I grunted and moaned in time with his deep thrusts, and soon I was grabbing desperately at the fiery burn that was spreading deep in my belly.
"I'm going…to…come," I gasped. "Again…" I felt him grow impossibly bigger, thrust impossibly harder. He gripped my shoulders and leaned in, putting his weight into each lunge inside me.
It felt glorious. The feel of him stretching me, filling me, made me grin gleefully, despite the desperate coil of tension in my body.
"Yes!" I crowed triumphantly, tossing my head back, my hair swirling over my shoulders and around his hands. I arched my back and somehow he was even deeper. He gave a grunt of surprise and with one last powerful plunge he came with a cry of exultation, shivering and quaking, pressing his thighs into the back of mine. He arched his back as he clutched my waist, pushing deep inside, pulsing strongly.
I felt every one, counted through them, as I was sure he could feel the pulse and flutter of my own orgasm around him. He finally collapsed onto my back, sweat-slick and panting. We stayed like that, stuck to each other and trying to catch our breaths, for many long minutes. There was no way I could move. My entire body was limp with supreme satisfaction, lying prone across the sofa with my cheek stuck to the leather. He finally pulled out of me and slid to the side, collapsing on the floor with his back against the front of the sofa. I heard him stretch up to grab his discarded T-shirt that was flung over the arm before I felt him gently press the material between my legs. I let out an indecipherable noise as he wiped slowly, caressingly, back and forth, and then down the length of each thigh to my knees. He sat back to clean himself, tucking the condom I hadn't heard him open into the shirt before setting it aside. He reached over to wrap his arms around my waist, my face still pressed to the leather cushion, and pulled me into his lap. He put his chin on top of my head and cuddled close, stroking my hair.
"Okay, baby?" he asked softly, pressing his lips to the secret spot behind my ear.
"Better than," I replied, shifting to look into his face. My hands reached up to cup his flushed cheeks. I stared into his eyes for a few seconds before letting mine drift shut, and I touched my mouth to his. "I love you," I whispered to him, and he kissed me.
"I love you, too," he returned when he had finished, and I opened my eyes to see his were still shut, a soft, sweet smile on his face. "God. I've had such fantasies of you against my sofa like that."
"And how did it compare?" I asked, rubbing suggestively into his lap.
"Hmm," he exhaled thoughtfully. His eyes blinked open and the corner of his mouth curled. "I might have to try it a couple of more times, in a couple of more ways, just for comparison's sake."
I felt him twitch underneath me and I gaped at him. He blushed and shrugged. "Did I mention I've had fantasies for a really long time?" he laughed.
We eventually roused ourselves, throwing on some clothes, and he went into the music room to pull the roll-a-way bed out from its clever little niche in the wall. It already had sheets on it, and he pulled a pillow and some blankets out of the cupboard above the hideaway, tossing them on the bed. I made a half-hearted attempt to straighten them into some semblance of order, but he just jumped on top of the small twin sized bed, making it groan ominously, reaching out to grab me and pull me onto the mattress with him. We were giggling and wrestling, fighting for access to each other's ticklish spots, when there was a loud and deliberate throat-clearing from the doorway. I fell off the bed with a graceless thump and struggled to part my hair, still giggling, to see his dad smiling at us from the other end of the room.
"Okay, children," he teased. "Bedtime. And no monkey-business."
"Why do they call it monkey-business?" Edward asked with a grin, stretching out on the bed and propping his head up on one hand.
"I know you've seen the monkey exhibit at the zoo." Carlisle regarded his son with one eyebrow arched. I burst into surprised laughter, remembering the one time Renee had taken me to the zoo in Phoenix and tried to explain to my nine year old self that the monkeys were just "hugging."
"That's just wrong." Edward joined in with my laughter. "That's a mood killer if I ever heard one."
"As it was meant to be." Carlisle gave us each amused but pointed looks. "Good night, you two."
"Good night," I returned. "And thank you, Dr. Cullen, for everything. It was a great Christmas."
"You're welcome, Bella." He smiled and left the room. We both stayed in our positions until we heard his footsteps fading down the stairs.
"Time to get ready for bed," Edward proclaimed. He led me into the bathroom, letting go of my hand and continuing on into his bedroom. He retrieved my bag, coming back and setting it on the counter. I rummaged through it until I found my toothpaste, pulling out my pajamas in the process. We brushed our teeth companionably, side by side, giving each other foamy grins in the large mirror over the sink. After rinsing, I picked up the thin camisole and cotton shorts I usually wore to bed, glancing around nervously.
"What?" Edward asked, noticing my uncertainty.
"Um." I held up my handful of clothes. "I need to change?"
"Why?" he whispered softly, his voice deepening as he moved to me and put his arms around my waist.
"Um," I repeated. His warmth, smell, and familiar feel made my brain fuzzy. "Because we're supposed to be respecting the rules of the house?"
He laughed, the warm rumbles tickling my ear. "I think we already violated that one by screwing each other's brains out on my sofa."
I shivered in delighted remembrance. "Besides," he continued in a low, soft voice that spelled trouble for me, "what could be more respectful than giving you the most intense orgasm of your life? Dad'd be proud."
I didn't know whether to laugh or fall to my knees and beg him to take me that way again. I opted for wiggling out of his arms, and turned to face him with a stern look. "I need to change and get in my own little bed in the music room. What if one of them comes back up to check on us during the night?"
"They won't," he assured me. "They won't!" he repeated at my dubious look. "I was right before, wasn't I? Trust me."
"Then why did we even bother to get the bed out in the first place?" I asked.
"Just in case." He winked at me. "I cover all my bases, baby."
I still had my doubts, and they must have shown on my face. With an exasperated and over-dramatic sigh, he grabbed my nightclothes out of my hand and tossed them carelessly behind him. My surprised and outraged "Hey!" turned into a grunt as he bent down and hefted me over his shoulder.
"What the…Edward!"
"Shush," he told me, slapping my butt as he marched across the room to toss me on his bed. "You're sleeping here, with me, and that's that."
"Oh, really?" My tone lost some of its effectiveness due to my being out of breath from his shoulder in my gut.
"Yeah. Really." He pulled the shirt off over his head, and his hands went down to the buttons on his jeans. I scooted back onto the pillows, propping them up so that I had a good view.
"Well," I said slowly, my eyes glued to where his hard, flat, lightly furred belly was slowly being exposed. "If you insist."
Now what would cause Bella think this?
Thank God for horny Emmett. I think I loved him.