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EPOV
"Stop it, Alice…" I heard Bella groan before I took an elbow to the shoulder.
Wow. What a way to wake up.
I jolted awake, groaning at the dull pain in my shoulder. Seriously, Bella was completely unaware of her ridiculous strength, which apparently multiplied during her slumber. Despite my shoulder, though, I couldn't help but smile. Bella and I were a mass of tangled naked limbs underneath her warm comforter, so who was I to truly complain about her sleep ramblings.
Bella's brow creased as she rolled towards me, tucking her head into the crook of my shoulder. I wondered what could be bothering her in her sleep, but then I remembered that she was yelling at Alice, which made me chuckle. What could Alice possibly be doing her dream to make Bella hit me that hard?
"No, Alice…'smy wedding…" she mumbled into my chest. My heart halted to a stop and then took off in flight, thundering in my chest.
Did she just say…
"Bella, baby," I whispered, pushing her hair off of her face, "what did you just say? Bel?" I knew that Bella slept like the dead and she probably wouldn't be able to hear me, but I couldn't help but hold my breath in anticipation. Was she dreaming about marrying me? And why wasn't that scaring the shit out of me? In fact, I think I wanted her to be dreaming about marrying me. All I received in return, though, were some incoherent noises. I called them her dinosaur noises because one of them sounded distinctly like a pterodactyl.
Bella restlessly clutched her comforter and rolled away from me, mumbling some more. Since I no longer had any covers, I decided to get up and let Bella sleep a bit more. Today was going to be a big day, and I wanted her at maximum strength. I pulled on a pair of my sweats (which Bella had so lovingly stolen from me last week) and a t-shirt from the floor, hoping that I smelled reasonably okay and grabbed my cell phone from the nightstand.
No need to wake her up with an obnoxious ringtone.
Just as I was about to reach for the door I heard her as clear as day. "I do." There was no mistaking what she was dreaming about anymore. I should have been panicking, but I couldn't bring myself to be anything other than happy. It was true, I kind of freaked myself out during my rant at Jake when I subconsciously insinuated that we were going to get married. I used the word 'wife' for Christ's sake. But, I didn't bring it up because I figured that it would only freak Bella out more.
Apparently not, Cullen. Apparently she wants to be Bella Cullen as much as you do.
Okay, so…here's the plan: record demo, get big break, go on tour, propose to Bella, and get married.
Wow. That's almost a legitimate plan, Edward. Way to get organized!
Smiling like an idiot at the thoughts of my newly discovered life plan, I made my way out into the living room only to be greeted by all too ironic strains of:
Today I met the boy I'm going to marry,
He's all I've wanted all my life and even more.
He smiled at me and then the music started playing
Here's comes the bride when he walked through the door.
I laughed at the site of Alice curled up on the couch in front of the television. I couldn't believe what she was watching. "Father of the Bride, Alice? Really?" I laughed, flopping down next to her. Oh, the irony.
"It's the only thing on television right now," she complained, stretching her legs out onto my lap. I rolled my eyes and tickled her feet lightly, which made her frown. Damn freak of nature. Who isn't ticklish on their feet? Only Alice. "Well, you're in a good mood this morning," she noticed.
"Yeah," I said, still smiling. "I guess I am."
"So, you and Bella made up," she said, "obviously." She shuddered, and I cringed at the thought of Alice actually hearing what Bella and I were doing last night. Oh well…is it really so much of a surprise that Bella and I would like it rough?
"Mmhmm," I nodded absent-mindedly letting my mind wander to memories of the sound of my hand slapping against Bella's ass...
"Edward?" Alice called, snapping her fingers in front of my face. I came to, smirking slightly. "Edward, where did you just go?" I was about to respond when she interrupted my lascivious train of thoughts yet again. "You know what…never mind. I don't want to know."
"Aw, I've missed you, Al," I smiled, pulling her closer to me. She resisted my clutch and squirmed away from me.
"What's gotten into you this morning, Ed?" she asked pointedly.
I was about to launch into a detailed explanation of my new life plan to Alice when I felt my phone vibrating.
Ahah, I've been expecting this call. It's about fucking time, really.
"Hey, Dad!"
"Uh, hold on one second, Edward," I heard him reply followed by some shuffling, crunching, and a door slamming.
"Dad, is everything okay?"
"Ugh, yeah," he grumbled. "We have this new temp who won't leave me the fuck alone. It's always, Dr. Cullen this, Dr. Cullen that. I swear, I have to hide out in my office to eat my lunch in peace today. God, I can't wait until Angie comes back from maternity leave," he continued. "Anyway, do you mind if I crunch in your ear a little bit so I can eat my lunch while we talk? I'm on a tight schedule today."
"Sure thing, Dad. Thanks for calling me back, by the way."
"No prob. So, what exactly do you need, Edward? I have to say I almost choked on my dinner last night when your mom told me you asked us for a few ithousand/i dollars. I mean, fuck, Edward. You've never so much asked for a twenty to pay for a tank of gas much less this…so, I figure this must be pretty huge," he rambled.
"Yeah, it's really big so—"
"Are you in trouble with the law?" he interrupted. "Do you need to pay someone off? Does Bella need an abortion? Shit, Edward, if it's that last one I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do with you…"
"Oh my God, Dad, no!" I shouted, interrupting his ridiculous posturing. Why when I ask for money would my father assume I was in trouble? Or that I had gotten my girlfriend pregnant?
Don't act so indignant, buddy. There was a time not so long ago when that was a real possibility.
Yeah, but…my dad doesn't know that.
Pshah, semantics.
"Okay, so what is it then?" he asked, crunching in my ear.
"Bella and I want to record a demo—"
"Whoa, Edward, that's fantastic!"
"Thanks, Dad. But the problem is I looked up local recording studios and stuff and it all costs a shitload of money," I explained. "It's $1000 plus tax to record a five song demo. That includes recording, mixing, and mastering, but it doesn't include practice time or the initial consultation with the producers. I know it's a fuck ton of money, Dad, but Bella and I really want to do this, and I could never ask Bella to dig into her inheritance for something like this when you could easily help us out…"
"Edward," my dad called, pulling me out of my nervous rambling, "you don't need to continue your justifications. I think that this is the most incredible thing you've ever done. I would be happy to cover the costs of recording your demo."
I smiled, completely elated as Alice listened on with rapt attention. "Really?"
"Of course. I didn't think you would be in a cover band for the rest of your life. Just don't forget about getting me my yacht and Lamborghini when you make it big, okay?" he laughed. "We'll call it even then."
"Right, Dad. I'll write that down on my to do list. Buy dad yacht and expensive sports car," I laughed. I could hear my dad eating away on the other line as I reveled in my euphoria. And having my dad agree to help us out with recording wasn't the only thing making me euphoric. I decided to go for it and ask my dad another pretty heavy question. "Dad? How old were you when you proposed to mom?" Alice's eyes got huge as she whipped her head around to meet my eyes. I shrugged slightly and her mouth dropped.
Was that question really that ridiculous?
I expected laughter and mocking from my father but all I could hear was him choking on his lunch over the line. "Dad?" I asked, worried. "Dad, are you okay? Go get the fucking temp to give you CPR—I can't be responsible for causing you to asphyxiate!" I yelled into the phone.
I heard him take a sip of whatever he was drinking and finally give his last few coughs. "I'm fine. I'm fine. You just caught me by surprise there. Um, you know what, Edward…can I call you back later? My lunch break is up, and this isn't a pressing question, is it?"
"Um, no I guess not. That's fine." I heard him sigh in relief over the line. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad. "Okay, just give me a call when you get another free minute then?"
"Sure, sure. Later, Edward," my dad said shuffling off the phone.
I braced myself waiting for the ambush, but it didn't come. I tentatively turned towards Alice who was still sitting with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open. She, too, was completely silent. "Do you have something to tell me, brother dearest?" she began after her short bout of silence.
"We should probably catch up, shouldn't we?" I smiled, running a hand through my hair nervously.
"What the hell, Edward? Since when do you have life goals and ambitions and not tell me about them?" she scolded. "And since when in God's name did you even remotely consider marriage?" she whisper yelled.
"It's kind of a long story, are you sure you want to hear it?" I asked. She nodded excitedly as I broke into a full explanation of my epiphany of sorts. I told her all about mom's encouragement to record, my conversation with Bella, and finally Bella's sleep talking from this morning. It felt good to talk about it. Plus, I didn't realize how much I missed talking with Alice. We used to have weekly catch ups, but with our new relationships, we put each other on the back burner, so to speak.
Alice's mouth dropped again as I began the explanation of my life-plan epiphany. I hadn't put my life on a schedule, per se, but I had definitely come up with a direction. I knew what I wanted FINALLY, and I was going to do everything in my power to make that happen. She giggled uncontrollably when I told her how Bella had yelled at her in her dream, and I had to grin again at that.
Finally around 2:00, Bella emerged from her room.
"Well good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty," Alice chirped.
"Oh, God—why did you let me sleep this long, Edward?" she whined, coming to sit in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"He needed to spend some QT with his favorite sister, who had to endure another night in this apartment with you two. I'm going to try as hard as I can to repress everything I overheard last night…" Alice grimaced. "And on that note, I'm going to go over to Jasper's, and leave you two to talk," she said looking pointedly at me.
"Whoa, de ja vu," Bella reeled. "I feel like you said the exact same thing in my dream last night!"
"Really?" Alice pushed, knowing full well what Bella had been dreaming about.
"Yeah, except you did it to placate me because I was so mad at you. So, instead of apologizing, you just brought me Edward instead," she laughed.
"Oh? Why were you mad at me?" Alice asked.
Bella's face flushed as she glanced quickly at me and then back to Alice. "I can't remember," she grumbled.
"Are you sure?" Alice prodded.
Subtle, Alice.
"Okay, what did I say in my sleep, Edward, and why would you share it with Alice? Whore." she said, shoving my shoulder again.
"Ow! That's why! You fucking woke me up with an elbow to the shoulder. I swear, woman, you're going to leave me battered and bruised with all of the abuse I take from you in bed—"
"Do you really want to have this conversation?" Bella inquired, pulling down the waistband of her pajama bottoms, revealing a MASSIVE hand shaped bruise around her hip and waist.
"Oh shit. I'm fucking sorry, Bella…"
"Well, I'll forgive you when you tell me what I said in my sleep, jackass!" she huffed.
"Well, uh…"
"He heard you say, 'No, Alice—it's my wedding,' and then 'I do,'" Alice smirked, heading for the door. "Bye, guys!"
Fucking Alice.
Bella's entire body flushed in my arms as she tensed up slightly. I attempted to look her in the eyes, but she refused. Having had enough, I put my finger under her chin and lifted her face towards mine. Our eyes met and she blushed even harder.
"It was just a stupid dream, Edward, really…" Bella began frantically. I cocked my head at her, giving her the small crooked grin she loved so much, and raising one of my eyebrows. Her eyebrows furrowed as they had in her sleep, and I raised my hand to her cheek, stroking it softly. "Why aren't you freaking out?" she whispered.
"Why are you?" I laughed. "Obviously, we both heard me yell at Jake on Sunday, right?" She nodded nervously, a small smile playing on her lips. "So, I'm pretty sure I used the word 'wife' in that tirade…" Bella blushed again at the word. So fucking cute. Seriously, that never gets old. "And in the spirit of working on communication, do you think we should talk about it?" I asked.
Bella paused. "Wait, talk about what? Marriage?" she squeaked, her voice cracked on the last word.
I nodded slowly. "If you don't want to, we won't," I added hurriedly. If she didn't want to go there, that was totally cool with me. It was a far off place in my mind, and just because it was there lingering didn't mean I wanted to pressure her or anything. Fuck, no. "It's not like I'm planning on proposing to you next week," I laughed.
"But you are planning on it?" she gulped. "Proposing, I mean?"
"Will you freak out if I say yes?" I asked tentatively, trying to gauge her reaction. "Not in the near future, of course, but I just want you to know that—"
Just then, I was cut off by Bella's lips attaching themselves to mine in a heated kiss. Her arms wrapped around my neck tightly as she shifted her position in my lap to straddle me. I wanted to laugh, but her kiss was so intense and passionate that I couldn't help but melt into it. She ended the kiss, pressing her lips to mine softly once more before pulling back.
"Not freaked out, I take it?" I laughed. Her eyes darkened as she moved one of my hands lower to her ass and the other one to her breast.
"Not freaked out at all," she breathed, grinding her hips into mine.
Fucking hell. Talking about marriage makes your girlfriend horny. That is out of control bizarre, dude.
Yeah, well…life makes ME horny, so who gives a fuck?
Fair enough.
"Jesus, did you not get enough last night?" I joked.
"No, and I need you now, Edward," she moaned, returning her lips to mine in a heated frenzy. I almost had her shirt over her head when we heard a loud knocking at the front door. Sighing, I pulled it back down and removed my gorgeous, kinky girlfriend off of my lap. Looking down, I realized that I was still wearing sweatpants and it was probably a terrible idea for me to answer the door.
"Uh, Bel? Can you get the door? I don't think I can stand up right now…"
"Of course, bunny," she smirked, running her hand over the tip of my erection. Cock tease! Why is no one ever around to see the shit that she pulls? "Hey, Emmett!" I heard her call at the doorway.
Emmett. Ugh. My brother the cock block.
"Hey, is my brother here or did you castrate him?" he laughed, putting an arm around Bella and walking towards me. His eyes flicked to my lap, and he cringed in disgust. "Ew, Ed, put your boner away, please, and go get dressed."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, Emmett, it doesn't really work that way," I said, gesturing to my lap.
"Dad told me he wants to have a threesome with your girlfriend and your mother," Emmett deadpanned.
I sprang up from my seat. "Oh my God, Emmett, are you fucking serious? That is by far the grossest thing you have EVER said, and you've said a LOT of gross things," I shuddered. Emmett just laughed.
"I wasn't serious. But, hey, look at that. Your cock isn't out anymore, and you're off the couch. Mission: accomplished," he smirked.
"Jackass," I mumbled, heading back to throw my clothes on.
"Hurry up, bitches! We need to practice until our gig tonight. Remember how we took a week off of practice to visit our family? Holiday is over…come on! Time's a wasting…" Emmett continued to ramble from the living room.
Knowing Emmett, I wasn't going to get to be alone with Bella until after the gig tonight. Ugh, and after our "socializing." Another night of torture. Here I come.
BPOV
The rest of the day was absolute torture. I had the dire need to ravage my beautiful boyfriend, but it seemed like the world was conspiring against me.
All my life, I had never been a girly girl by any means, but his gift (the book of compositions ABOUT ME!) turned me into a pile of goo waiting to be taken any way, shape, form, or time. It was probably a combination of my agitation of Marcus's new rule and realizing that I wanted Edward forever that led to my dream. I still can't believe that I truly dreamed about marriage. Marriage! I was the girl who preached that I wouldn't get married until I was at least 30, yet here I was straight out of college wishing that I could be with Edward always.
To say I was turned on by the fact that Edward felt the same was an understatement. Oh, yes. I wanted to lick and touch and taste every inch of that boy's glorious body. Unfortunately, Emmett and Jasper made us practice until an hour before the gig, and then I had to scramble to get ready and make it to the bar on time.
The set was fairly uneventful, with the exception of my arousal growing exponentially every time I would glance at Edward's talented fingers strumming his guitar or accidentally make contact with some part of his body, effectively sending chills down my spine.
We had only added two new songs to the set, and both were for me. Edward said that I didn't get enough opportunities to just sing and relax, so he wanted to accompany me on a duet (you know, as practice for our future endeavors). Swoon. The first was Ingrid Michaelson's "The Way I Am," which honestly made Jasper cry the first time we sang it. He'll deny it with everything he has, but I saw him. I know.
If you are chilly, here take my sweater
Your head is aching; I'll make it better
Cause I love the way you call me baby, and you take me the way I am.
Edward mouthed, "I love you," at the end of the song, and I had to use every ounce of self-control I had in me to refrain from jumping him on stage. The second song we added didn't help much either, though.
I had recently fallen in love with The Veronicas. Edward was a little hesitant seeing as they were Top 20 worthy, but let's be honest—he caved to Kelly Clarkson, so why wouldn't he cave to The Veronicas? He agreed to add "Untouched" to the set list, but as I was singing it, I couldn't help but agree with the lyrics. I wanted to be touched SO fucking badly.
I feel so untouched, and I want you so much
That I just can't resist you, it's not enough to say that I miss you
I feel so untouched right now I need you so much
Somehow I can't forget you, I've gone crazy from the moment I met you.
I wanted my boyfriend, and I wanted him NOW. Alas, I could not have him. Frown. No, now I was forced to watch him from across the room when all I wanted was to feel him pressed up against me. Instead of haphazardly throwing myself at him, I dragged myself to the bar, seriously needing a cocktail. I didn't know any of the new bartenders that well, but I figured that Felix had been the friendliest during the initial introductions (and no way in HELL was I going to talk to Lauren).
"Felix?" I called out, putting a $10 on the counter. He turned over his shoulder and nodded to me.
"Hey, Bella—you were great out there. What do you need?" he asked, yelling above the din of the crowd.
"What's the most delicious drink you can make that will get me properly drunk in less than five minutes?" I half joked, glancing at Edward who was now surrounded by a horde of desperate blondes.
Sluts. Dirty, desperate sluts.
"So it's that kind of night?" he laughed.
"Yes, it really is." He nodded sympathetically. In a flash, Felix was pouring several different liquors into a shaker with some ice. He poured the blue concoction into a huge glass and smiled widely as he pushed it towards me.
"Dare I ask what this is?" I asked.
He threw his head back and laughed loudly. "That, my dear, is an AMF, or more popularly known as an Adios Motherfucker. Come back in 10 minutes, and I guarantee you'll be feeling a whole lot better," he winked. I smiled appreciatively as I pushed the $10 towards him, but he shook his head and scoffed loudly. "Your money is no good here." I tried to insist, but he wasn't having any of it.
"Thanks, Felix," I smiled taking a large sip of the delicious mixture. Within four sips I was already feeling significantly better. I had even been able to chat with several guys nonchalantly with ease. Halfway through my drink, conversation was flowing freely. I was arguing with some dipshit college kid about Led Zeppelin (I told him they were in my top three favorite bands, and he challenged me to name more than three of their songs…needless to say I whooped that pretentious fuck's ass), when I felt his eyes on me.
Jesus titty fucking Christ, how does he do that?
I almost dropped my drink when I felt his hand at the small of my back and his hot breath caressing my neck as he whispered, "Excuse me," and brushed by me. My arousal multiplied tenfold instantly. Yeah, the booze probably didn't help that… My nipples hardened against my shirt, and I could feel my panties starting to get damp underneath my jeans. You would think that it had been months since he had last touched me, not barely 24 hours.
I whipped my head around to try and catch his gaze, but I could only see a flash of bronze in the distance. Drunkenly, I figured that I had socialized ENOUGH, and I needed to find Edward and get the hell out of there immediately. Luckily, I found Rosalie quickly in the crowd.
"Bella!" she said, hugging me tightly. "You were wonderful tonight," she smiled.
"Thanks, Rose. Hey, would you mind doing me a HUGE favor?" I slurred slightly.
"Bella are you drunk?" she laughed, steadying my shoulders.
"Just a little bit," I grinned, holding up my thumb and index finger to represent the amount of drunkenness.
"Okay, so what's the favor?"
"You need to get Edward for me. I'm not allowed to hang out with him at the club anymore," I pouted, "but I want to go home now."
"I can drive you home if you want?" Rosalie suggested.
"That's super sweet of you, Rose, but I don't think you can help me out with my problem once we GET home," I smirked. "Tell Edward that if he doesn't come now that I'm starting without him."
"That's my girl," she laughed. "Okay, I'll go ask him. Don't move!" she yelled over her shoulder. I watched Rosalie approach Edward wondering if she was actually going to relay the message to him. I hadn't exactly meant for the last bit to come out, but…it sounded like a pretty fair offer to me. All of a sudden Edward's eyebrows shot up as his eyes darted around the room to find me. I bit my lip as I made eye contact with Edward. He looked like he was panting slightly, and I really liked that. Unfortunately, he turned back to Rosalie with a scowl on his face. Moments later, Rosalie appeared by my side with no Edward in tow.
"What'd he say?" I pouted. Why didn't my boyfriend want to leave with me?
"He said that he promised Jasper he'd stay with him until closing. They have to pick up your paychecks, and Jasper didn't want to hang out with Marcus alone," Rosalie apologized.
"But closing isn't for another 45 minutes?" I whined. "I don't think I can wait that long…"
Rosalie laughed loudly and then leaned in to whisper in my ear, "He said to tell you that he'll be there as soon as he can, but you can feel free to start without him."
"Let's go!" I said too enthusiastically, grabbing Rosalie's hand. We met Emmett at the door, who wrapped his arm around my shoulders and laughed. I looked up at him and smiled widely. Now that my release was in the near future, I was much more relaxed. That could also be attributed to the booze, though. Who knows?
"Bella, Bella…is that an AMF I detect on your breath?" he smirked.
"How did you—"
"Your tongue is blue," Emmett cackled. "All right. Where to?" he asked as we hopped into the car.
"Your house?" He nodded and the car took off. After we arrived, I realized that neither of them was getting out of the car. "Are you leaving me here alone?" I pouted again. Apparently I did that a lot when I was drunk.
"You won't be alone for long," Rosalie smirked knowingly.
"Sorry, Bella," Emmett called out the window as I went to open the door. "I promised my lady I'd spend some time with her. Goodnight!"
I closed the front door behind me, but didn't bother to turn on the lights. I wouldn't really need them anyway. Making a beeline for Edward's room, I didn't bother to close his door all the way behind me. The door was locked, and Edward was the only one coming home tonight. Thank God. I couldn't wait.
Giggling, I reached under Edward's bed, pulling out one of my Black Friday purchases for Edward. This one, I had yet to give him, but I was positive that he was going to enjoy it as much as I was. Drunkenly, I stumbled around his room looking for scissors to break open the plastic packaging of my very new vibrator. I finally found a pair in his bathroom drawer. As I was throwing away the packaging, I spotted two vanilla scented candles that Alice had given Edward a few weeks ago.
Perfect.
I lit the candles and placed them on either side of his bed and quickly slipped off all of my clothes. I was so ridiculously turned on by now that I was sure I was going to come within a minute of using the vibrator, so I decided to start off slow. I turned on Edward's iHome to our "Sex Soundtrack" and let the honeyed tones of Al Green's "Here I Am Baby," before hopping onto the bed.
I placed the vibrator next to me on the bed. It could wait patiently for its turn. I, however, could not. Pulling my knees up, I widened my legs slightly and trailed my hand down my stomach. I closed my eyes, only feeling the soft glow of the candles against my eyelids. I raked my nails lightly across my chest, imaging that they were Edward's teeth. That boy sure knows how to use his mouth.
Slowly, I ran my finger down my soft folds. I shuddered, realizing that I needed to release my day's worth of tension BADLY. I inserted a second finger, spreading my wetness around my extra sensitive clit. Moaning loudly, I moved my other hand to my breast, kneading it and wishing that it were Edward's agile fingers against me instead of my own.
At the thought of Edward's agile fingers, I began circling my throbbing clit harder, while moving the two fingers inside me with more force. I came within minutes, trembling all over. As the song moved on to Muse's "Our Time Is Running" I knew that it was time to break in the vibrator.
Yes. Edward's going to be sad he missed this one.
I jumped slightly as the vibrations started in my hand, but as I brought the vibrator to my breast, running it lightly across my nipple, I felt moisture seep down my legs. I couldn't wait. A helpless whimper escaped my lips, and I knew that I wanted it in me. I ran the vibrator down my stomach, pausing right above my clit, making it pulse with need. Torturously slow, I pushed the vibrator inside me. It sent a shockwave through my body. I hadn't used a vibrator in months, and I forgot how fucking good they feel. Not as good as Edward, but still…
I thrust the vibrator in and out with the steady beat of the song. I knew I was panting loudly, and I'm sure our neighbors could hear the loud moans ripping from my chest, but I couldn't control it. It just felt too amazing. Just then the song moved to Nine Inch Nail's "Closer." The slow thrusting continued as Trent Reznor screeched out, "I wanna fuck you like an animal," over the home speakers. Slow waves started building, and finally I couldn't go slow anymore. I moaned heedlessly as I picked up the pace with the vibrator. I started pulling it all the way out and running it over my clit before pushing it back in. I started mumbling Edward's name, imaging it was his cock inside me, pulsing, pushing, thrusting…GAH!
I climaxed with maximum force, my toes curling as I continued to push against the vibrator screaming Edward's name. As I was in the midst of coming down from my extreme high, I heard the door slam.
Finally, my bunny's home. He missed quite the show, though. Yes he did.
Sighing contentedly, I opened my eyes calling out to Edward as I propped myself up towards the door. My eyes widened as I saw that it was the bedroom door that had slammed close and not the front door. What's that about? I pulled on one of Edward's t-shirts and headed to the door to find out.
EPOV
I couldn't believe what Rosalie had told me. I wanted nothing more than to blow of my best friend and leave him stranded to go fuck the hell out of Bella. Unfortunately, Jasper was my ride and I was trying to be a good friend, so I had to wait in pain for the next 30 minutes until closing.
Yes, I was in serious pain. My erection was pressing against my jeans so uncomfortably that I had to constantly shift from foot to foot in order to keep from jacking off in the bathroom right then. Bella had threatened to start without me? Fuck, now that was something I had to see.
Luckily, Jasper and I didn't have much problems tracking down Marcus and getting the hell out of there 15 minutes before closing. I was having some serious trouble waiting.
That's because Bella is touching herself right now, and you're not there to witness it. She's touching herself and sighing and moaning all while rolling around in your bed.
Rub it in, why don't you?
That's what she said.
Shut up!
I managed a small smile to Marcus before Jasper and I fled. I bounced my knee up and down in the passenger seat, wishing that Jasper would drive faster.
"Edward, are you okay?" Jasper asked.
"I'm fine," I lied. "I'm just anxious to get to bed. It's been a long day."
"Yeah, I noticed. Alice didn't even stay after the gig. I'm pretty sure she just went home and to sleep. What'd you do last night to keep her up so late?"
I smirked. "Do you really want to know?"
Jasper cocked his head to the side and glanced at me sideways for a brief second before training his eyes back on the road. "Would you kill me if I said yes, please? And in graphic detail?" he laughed.
"Asshole!" I smiled, pushing his shoulder.
"What? We used to tell each other this shit all the time?"
"Yeah, well…not anymore. It's not like I'd ever ask YOU that question," I cringed.
"That's because I'm fucking your little sister, dipshit. Now, come on. Just a little bit? It's always the quiet ones that are the kinkiest in bed. Throw me a fucking bone here, dude. Alice is like the loudest person we know. Hence, I'm not having ANY kinky sex. Please…just…please?" he whined. It was a little sick, but Jasper looked so fucking pathetic. Plus, I had a really rocking sex life with one hell of a girlfriend, so I decided to let him in on a few of our trysts.
"Fine, but you can NEVER tell Bella, and we're doing this as a one time only kind of deal, okay?" Jasper nodded and placed an 'X' over his heart. I chuckled at that one.
"The morning after we first had sex, we did it in my shower…except she wanted it from behind and with her hands restrained over her head." Jasper gasped. I gave him a warning look and continued, "Well, obviously you know about the Porsche. That was pretty fucking awesome," I sighed as Jasper nodded solemnly.
"And…this is the last bone I'm throwing you…last night, the reason we kept Alice up all night MAY have been because we were playing teacher…with the appropriate, uh, punishments," I smiled in memory again. Fuck, I had made myself even harder with all the fond memories of our crazy sex life.
"Shit, man. Now I really AM jealous," he laughed.
"As you should be," I smirked. "And to think…it could have all been yours had you not been in love with Alice."
The car swerved as Jasper whipped his head to me. "What?"
"Yeah, Bella used to have a huge crush on you. Good thing you're an idiot. I reaped the benefits," I chuckled.
"Think she'd go for a threesome?" Jasper joked.
"And that's the end of THAT conversation. Oh, look, I'm home," I smiled, jumping out of the car. "Thanks for the ride, Jazz."
"Thanks for the stories, bro."
I made my way inside the dark apartment, anticipating what was to come. Oh, yes. I could hear Nine Inch Nails playing over the speaker system…and Bella's moaning over it.
Holy fuck, she is LOUD!
I walked slowly, making sure to keep quiet so as not to interrupt her. Yes, I was being a creepy voyeur, but it was in my own house with my own girlfriend in my own bed, so I didn't feel too weird about it. I made my way to my bedroom door, which was cracked open. And then I froze.
Is that a buzzing noise I hear? Is that a VIBRATOR? Oh, yes. I've been a very good boy. I obviously deserve this.
I'll say.
I had no problem with my cock talking back to me for once because as I peered into the doorway, I could see Bella writhing on my bed under the soft glow of candles as she fucked herself…hard. Her legs were pulled up and her knees were spread wide as she moved the vibrator up to her clit and back into her wet pussy. She was mumbling my name in between her moaning, and I couldn't help but to palm myself slightly through my jeans at the sight and sounds she was providing me. My fantasies were NEVER as good as this.
I was about to pull down my zipper when I heard in my ear, "What are we looking at?" I honestly thought I was hallucinating and that my cock was actually speaking to me until I heard the voice continue, "You dirty motherfucker, is that a vibrator?"
As Bella screamed out, "Fuck! Edward, yes!" clearly climaxing, I shoved the door close and whipped around to see Jasper's guilty face.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper yelled. Seriously…was telling him about my sex life not good enough? He had to come and see it first hand?
"You, uh, forgot your wallet on the seat…I was bringing it back. Seriously, I didn't mean to—"
"Jasper you need to leave NOW," I growled. I couldn't believe that he had seen what I was just looking at. No one should be allowed to see that but me.
"Jesus, Edward, it was an accident. I'm sorry. Here's your wallet, and I'm leaving now. This stays with me, I promise," Jasper sighed. He DID look sorry, but I wasn't done being mad at him yet.
Just then, my door creaked open and Bella walked out, still flushed and sweaty only wearing one of my white t-shirts. "Edward?" she called out, grabbing my hand. I squeezed it back in comfort, letting her know it was only me and hoping that Jasper was escaping as we spoke.
Unfortunately, things never go my way. Bella flicked on the living room light, squinting slightly before releasing my hand and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Jasper?" Bella flushed.
Fuck.
Chapter Notes:
Hehe. Uh oh. Just a little fyi, there will be NO J/E/B threesome in this story, but I might do a fun outtake with an "alternate ending" for this evening if you will, haha. Let me know if I should!
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