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~Chapter 25~Even Steven

~~Edward~~

I tossed and turned all night, it seemed. When I finally would fall into a deep slumber, something in my subconscious would startle me awake. Something was off with this case, and I wasn't sure how much support I would get from my superiors since the money was recovered, and it was technically closed.

It wasn't that far off to assume that the bank robber spent some of the money prior to holding up the restaurant. He may have given some away; most probably to his homies. It couldn't hurt to casually stop by the Mexican restaurant for lunch.

I slept in, mostly because I finally fell into a deep sleep when it was almost time to get up. My supervisor knew our squad kept crazy hours, so he never questioned where we were, or what time we came and went.

The first thing I thought of when I woke up was Bella's vag...and not in a good way. I wondered how it was holding up, and more importantly, when it would be functional again. I totally screwed myself, trying to screw myself.

I called Yorkie and asked, well, more like told him, that we were going to grab lunch at the Mexican place. It was a chance to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak. He was at the office and said that he would meet me there.

As I was waiting for him to show up, I texted Bella.

Baby...how r u...and ur privates?

She responded immediately.

hot...and almost ready

I can't believe she responded with a pizza innuendo. Another text came in immediately after that.

better, thanks to Alice

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

miss ya...c u later?

I hoped anyways.

k

Yorkie pulled up and we headed inside. We were seated, and I was playing this casually. I told Yorkie what was up, and despite his better judgment, he was intrigued. I looked around for Laurent, but didn't see him anywhere.

Our server was a plain looking girl with acne, greasy hair, and thick glasses. Perfect. Yorkie and I scarfed up our lunch, and then I used the gift of flirtation, that I inherited from my dad, and acted like I was a friend of Laurent's. She proceeded to tell me all sorts of things about him, and how most recently he was giddy because his girlfriend had moved in with him.

I told her that we hadn't seen each other in awhile, and that we were supposed to stop over his place, but couldn't remember exactly what street it was on. She left our table, and then returned with his exact address written on a napkin, along with her number.

Score...well half of a score, since I was NEVER going to call her.

Now that I had the info, I needed to figure out what to do with it. Showing up at his door with Yorkie, unannounced, wasn't going to help matters. His house wasn't too far away from the restaurant, but it was in a part of town that had seen better days.

The drive there took longer than it should have, because Yorkie drove like a fucking grandpa. Since he was helping me, I didn't want to be a dick and lose him while he was following me. We pulled up to the curb and parked. There wasn't a ton of activity due to the fact that it was raining cats, dogs, and other random small animals, outside.

I needed to figure out a way to get inside without breaking the laws that I was sworn to protect. I just had a gut feeling about this, however, that wasn't enough to get the support from my superiors that I needed.

I told Yorkie to keep this on the down low, and instead of hitting the office, we hit the gym. He was a strong little fucker, which made up for the fact that he pulled his calf length socks...all the way up. I had never been to Iowa, where he was from, and didn't think I would be able to stand it based simply on their lagging fashion trends.

While I was running, a stellar idea came to me. I was going to use Bella and Alice as a ticket inside Laurent's house. They knew him, and from the looks of it, he could stand to get a haircut. I kept running over scenarios in my head until I thought of exactly what we should do.

I finished my workout, showered, and then headed to my office to finish up a couple of reports. I flew through them in no time, and was pretty much bored.

I picked up my phone and called Bella. "Hey sweetie, how are you?" I asked, while looking out the window. The rain had stopped and the sun was shining.

"Hi, well...the fire has been extinguished. Alice worked a miracle, and I'm good. How are you?" she asked.

"Good. Hey, do you want to go to dinner tonight? I have a proposition for you. I'll pick you up at six, and wear jeans so we can take the bike," I said, knowing she was going to be excited.

"Hell, yes!" she exclaimed.

"Bye, baby."

"See you at six!"

I looked around the office, and since it was dead, I decided to take off. My girl needed some biking gear. I stopped at the Harley shop and bought her a lightweight nylon jacket that was black with an orange stripe from one end to the other. She was going to look incredible in it, and I was so excited to give it to her.

I was eying some chaps, and felt my dick twitch as I imagined her wearing them with nothing underneath. I didn't want her to think I was a total perv, and I certainly didn't want her to wear them for their intended purposes, so I passed on them.

It was a couple of minutes before six and my stomach started to flutter, as it always did when I was about to see my girl. My doorbell rang and as I opened it I was met with the hottest babe ever. I had to do a double take to make sure it was, indeed, Bella.

She stood in front of me wearing a pair of tight jeans, with a black studded belt, a tight long sleeved Harley Davidson shirt, a black bandana on her head to match, and she was holding a jean jacket.

"Wow, you are one hot biker babe," I said, in awe.

"Thanks," she said, shyly. "Is this okay?"

"Um, yeah, it's better than okay. We better leave now, or else I may forego dinner for dessert."

"Not so much, Mr. Smelly Lotion Penis Guy," she said, all snarky.

"I'm sorry. I promise to make it up to your privates," I said, as I reached out and touched them lightly.

She gasped, started to flinch, and then just smiled. "Edward, hands off. I'm starving!"

Bella turned to leave, and I stopped her with my hand. "I refuse to let you on my bike with that jacket."

"Excuse me? What's wrong with my jacket?" she responded.

"Well, I happen to like this one better," I said, as I handed her the new one.

"Edward! I fucking love it!" she squealed. "I saw it at the store, but it was so expensive. Thank you!" She leaned towards me, and devoured my mouth with her own.

I pushed her against the front door with my body. I was grinding against her as we continued kissing. She had her hands on my ass pulling me closer still. Our kiss broke and left us both panting, yet wanting more. We locked eyes, and I could see the desire in hers.

"Edward, I want you so bad, but we need to give my cooter a rest. Alice said no contact for twenty-four hours."

I was silently trying to do the math in my head, all the while wondering when Alice became a gyno expert.

"Okay, but I have to warn you," I said, seductively, "I'm not sure I can behave after having you on the back of my bike."

She pulled my arm, and led us out the door.

Having Bella on the back of my bike was amazing. Her warmth radiated through my body, and I couldn't believe she had never ridden on the back of a bike before. She was lightly scratching my back, and I loved it. I took the longest way possible to the restaurant in order to stretch out our ride.

I never imagined I would end up with a boner by the time we got there. My girl went from scratching my back, to fondling my pecker in an instant. I could barely manage to continue driving, when all I really wanted to do was pull over and have my way with her off-limit crotch on the side of the road.

This girl pushed my buttons, thus endangering my self control. How could I want someone so badly? My heart said one thing, but my mind was too scared to let the words linger. There was no way I could let the words come out of my mouth this soon.

Things were so easy with us, I was only hoping that they would continue this way. She awakened feelings inside of me that I had no idea even existed. In such a short time, she made me feel more than I had in my entire life. I knew that no matter what, Bella had etched a permanent residence inside of my heart.

Was it ironic that I was having thoughts of love, at the same time Bella was giving me a Harley hand job? Perhaps, but I felt this way when we weren't messing around also.

I eased the bike into the parking lot, and at the same time tried to find a secluded spot where Bella could finish her 'job'.

"Bella, you're driving me crazy," I moaned, as I shut off the engine. "Seriously, I can't go inside like this," I said, as I motioned to the bulge in my pants.

"So don't," she said, as she got off of the bike and motioned for me to follow her.

Bella walked to the side of the restaurant that butted up to a fence. I followed her like a puppy...with a boner. She headed behind the big blue dumpster, and I was suddenly wondering if my woody could sustain the smell of garbage, along with the various creatures that surely occupied this area.

"Bella, really?"

She turned around and attacked me with her lips, and I instantly sprung back to life, not giving two shits where we were. Before I could register what was happening, her hands were working on the button of my jeans. Despite being grossed out by our location, I was pretty turned on.

Her hand made it's way into my pants, freeing my insanely hard and throbbing cock. She started to gently massage my shaft, reaching further down to cup my balls with her other hand. The pressure increased, as my girl continued to stroke me. Suddenly she stopped and released me from her grasp. She walked over to a stack of crates, grabbed one, and then positioned it in front of me.

"I am so not getting on my knees in this alley," she said, as she returned her hands to my package.

She took me into her mouth as deep as possible, and then slowly licked her way back up to the top, swirling her tongue around the head. She continued this motion several times, and it felt so fucking incredible.

All I thought about all freaking day was a blow job from Bella. It was like a secret obsession that I had obtained. I never imagined that it would happen before dinner. This was the best dinner date ever!

She added her hand, which was slick with saliva, and matched the movements of her mouth, gliding up and down on my dick. Her other hand was massaging my balls. As her movements increased, so did the pressure down below, sending me into a frenzy.

"Bella," I moaned, as I weaved my fingers through her hair, "I'm so close, baby."

"Mmm," she responded, with my cock still in her mouth.

The vibration of her voice was all I needed. I thrusted in sync with her mouth, and continued playing with her hair. "I'm gonna cum."

I felt my release bubbling up to the surface, and at the same time, she took me out of her mouth. My release, released itself all over the top of my jeans, and the bottom of my shirt. As I looked down at the mess, she looked up at me with a smirk.

I had mixed emotions. The blow job was incredible, but I was unnerved by the jizz all over myself. What the fuck? Then, it was like a lightbulb went off inside of my head. They were the same emotions she must have had after the lotion incident. The pleasure, followed by the 'burn'.

"I think we're even now," I said.

"Yes, I think we are," she said, with a sexy smile.

She gave me her bandana, and I cleaned up as best as I could. I threw the bandana into the dumpster, and we headed in to eat dinner at Max and Mo's Steakhouse.

"So, what's this proposition you wanted to talk to me about?" Bella asked, after we finished eating.

"Okay, so how well do you know Laurent?" I wanted to ease into this since I knew she thought I was overreacting.

"Edward, I told you, he's a good guy. He is working his way through school and always treats us great. The last time I saw him he was so excited because his girlfriend had just moved in with him."

"Baby, I know you think I'm overreacting, but something just seems a little off. Here's what I was thinking. You and Alice go hangout at the restaurant, and then convince him to get his hair cut. You said he's going to be a nurse, right? When's the last time you saw a nurse with dreads? Anyways, you guys tell him that she will do it at his house, and while Alice is cutting, you can snoop around a little bit."

"Edward, for real?" Bella said, as she rolled her eyes at me.

"Come on. I just need to know if anything looks out of the ordinary. You know, any purple money laying around."

She was staring at me, and looked as if she was actually thinking it over. "Okay, but under one condition. You teach me how to ride."

Fuck. I was not letting her experiment on my bike. My baby had been through enough.

"Um..." I was at a loss for words.

"Edward, I'm totally kidding. I don't want to ride my own bike because I only want to be on the back of yours. I'll have to talk to Alice, but if it will set your mind at ease, then I'll do it."

"Thank you. Oh, and Bella, only three more hours until your snatch is back on-limits."

She smiled, and at the same time I felt a kick to my shins from under the table. "Now, we're even."

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