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Chapter 25 – Wet 'n Wild
"Bella! Will you get in the God-damn car?" Edward shouted from outside leaning out of the driver's window. As I peeked out of the window, I could see him fidgeting in the seat and drumming his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently.
The last place I wanted to be today was at the Cullen's having to face everyone. Alice would be doing her best to make it up to me, and I know Esme or Carlisle would want to talk to us. Actually it wouldn't be 'either' of them, they'd probably tag team us.
Trying to stall for as long as possible and knowing how much I was irritating Edward, I stalked across the lounge to tidy the couch cushions. If he was insisting on making my life difficult I would inflict as much irritation as possible on him. Looking at the crime scene I couldn't stop the smile on my lips. My eyes roamed the plush and well-worn furniture, as my hands brushed along the fabric.
"If only Charlie knew."
I laughed to myself before trying to dispel the horrifying thought of him actually knowing. Scrunching my nose and shaking my head, I turned on my heels and grabbed my bag before heading to the door.
The car horn sounded again and I could see Edward in the driver's seat holding his hands up in a 'what the fuck are you up to' gesture. "One more honk and he'll be singing fucking soprano," I threatened silently as I glared at him standing with my hands on my hips. Noticing the death glare I was receiving in response, I decided I'd done enough pissing him off, for now, and stomped down the steps refusing to look at him and climbed silently into the car.
"About time," Edward grumbled as I slumped in the seat with my arms crossed looking straight ahead and ignoring him. "Belt up," he ordered glancing in my direction and turning the key in the ignition.
"I didn't say anything!" I snapped looking across at him.
"Belt up," he repeated pointing to my seat belt. Realising what he meant, I grabbed the belt and dramatically pulled it across me making a point of clicking it as he put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway. "What the hell's crawled up your butt?" he asked as I sat looking out of the window as the street turned into a blur of trees.
"Nothing," I mumbled, not averting my gaze and playing with the hem of my jacket.
"Yeah looks like it," he sighed, reaching his hand over towards me and resting it on my knee. As soon as his hand touched my knee I lifted my feet and rested them on the dashboard in front of him. Without even looking at his face I knew what his reaction would be. God forbid some dirt got on his precious car. Sitting like a petulant toddler in the front seat I could feel his irritation radiating from him and felt oddly smug. Leaning forward I turned the stereo on and some god awful rap music reverberated around the car, yet another thing to piss him off.
"Bella, what the fuck is wrong?" he shouted, eyeing up my dirty converse that were defiling his dash, before turning the stereo off and plunging the car into silence once more.
"I just don't see why I have to go with you," I whined crossing my arms tighter and dropping my chin to my chest.
"I swear, you can be such a child sometimes," he admonished, shaking his head as I brushed his hand off my thigh.
"Well if I'm a child what does that make you!" I retorted. "Got your popsicles and trench coat?"
Sighing and shaking his head at my attitude he concentrated on the road once more. "Whatever Swan. When you're done sulking let me know."
"Why exactly are you dragging me to yours when you're just picking up a change of clothes? I have a tonne of laundry to do you know, as well as disinfecting the sofa," I moaned, before turning in my seat and glaring at him. "I don't sulk! Anyway you're a fine one to talk."
"Whatever," he laughed turning the music on once more as Michael Bublé came warbling through the speakers.
"Great, this journey just got even better," I griped quietly as Edward turned his head to look at me with a smirk on his face.
"Fucking Bublé…a prime candidate for active euthanasia."
"Bella I just don't see what your problem is. You were the one telling me how I shouldn't lose my family, yet you're the one refusing to see them," he said taking his eyes off the road and looking straight at me. "I don't know why you're being such a bitch right now."
"Oh, I'm a bitch now am I?" I shouted over the music, or what could be loosely classified as music, which was assaulting my ears. "Stop the car, I'm not going any further. I'm going home."
Unbuckling my belt and reaching for the door handle Edward quickly pulled over to the side of the road muttering under his breath.
"And how do you expect to get home? It's over two miles and we're nearly at mine. I'm not turning around," he said, turning in his seat slightly.
"I'll walk," I retorted, stepping out of the car, slamming the door and standing staring at him with my arms crossed. Fully expecting him to reason with me and tell me to get back in the car, I couldn't believe my eyes when he suddenly pulled away and sped down the road leaving me standing alone on the deserted road.
"Edward!" I shouted at the car in the distance to no avail just as the sky announced its presence with a deafening clap of thunder and the heavens opened. "Oh just fucking great!" I groaned, pulling my hood up and stuffing my hands in my pockets and the rain lashed down. Had he seriously just done that? Why did I have to be such a prick?
Trudging down the road I kept my head down in a vain attempt to keep the rain out of my face. My shoes squeaked with each step as they became waterlogged and my hoodie was soaked through.
"Fucking Forks with its shitty weather," I cursed under my breath as the sky lit up with a flash of lightning and the rain came down impossibly harder. My surroundings became darker as the storm clouds obscured the light, and the only sounds were the heavy raindrops hitting the leaves and ground. In my tantrum I'd left my bag in the car meaning no mp3 player or phone so I had nothing to entertain myself with on the undoubtedly long walk home.
Quickening my pace, I kept my eyes trained on the ground as I watched bubbles come out of the stitching in my shoes. As I was contemplating how bad my pneumonia was going to be, a car sped past hitting a dirty puddle next to me and splattering my sodden jeans with mud.
"Fucking idiot!" I screamed, looking up to see a familiar silver vehicle pull in just ahead of me. Keeping my pace I continued on my route; fully intending to ignore the occupant.
"Bella, get in," Edward shouted to me through the open window as I passed by. Ignoring him, I kept my chin down so my face was covered by my hood and carried on walking. "Bella, will you just get in the car?" he shouted again as he drove beside me slowly.
"Fuck off!" I shouted, glaring at him through the window ensuring I kept my steps steady, praying that I wouldn't fall into a pothole or puddle. "I'm going home and I suggest you do the same thing."
"You're going the wrong way," he laughed stopping the car.
Looking around I realised my mistake and felt thoroughly stupid. Not only had I gotten myself in this ridiculous situation, but after all the bitching and moaning about not wanting to go, I was actually walking there. Sighing loudly, I turned on my heels and proceeded to retrace my steps and walk back the way I came, cursing myself and my screwed up sense of direction. It really was no surprise considering I had Search and Rescue collect me from an orienteering excursion in tenth grade during a class trip. Who knew it could take me eight hours to walk a three mile course?
"Bella, please just get in the car. You'll catch your death out here," Edward shouted running up behind me and standing in my path to prevent me going any further. His hair was plastered to his head, and his thin pale blue shirt had soaked through. Almost instinctively my eyes were drawn to his chest where the contours could be seen perfectly and his nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. Fighting the urge to lick them, I tried to side step him only to be held back by him putting his hands on my shoulders. I had long forgotten about being pissed at him for making me go to the Cullen's. I just felt childish and stupid for letting it get to this. What started as a ploy just to irritate him had got completely out of hand and now I was standing in the ass-end of nowhere soaking wet with Edward really annoyed at me.
"I'm sorry," I muttered as I stepped towards him and leaned against his chest. His arms moved from my shoulders and dropped to his side. What more could I expect though after the way I had just treated him? "I didn't mean for it to end up like this."
"So are you going to tell me what all this is about?" he asked tilting my chin with his hand brushing my wet hair away from my face. Looking into my eyes with a frown, I knew he deserved an explanation for my childish and irrational behaviour.
"I just didn't want to go to yours and face everyone. I didn't mean for it to become serious. I didn't want us to fight, I just wanted to irritate you," I sighed looking down and playing with a button on his shirt.
"Well you certainly achieved that," he chuckled wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight against his body.
"I can't believe you actually drove off!" I laughed looking up at him once more pulling on his collar.
"Well you told me to," he shrugged before pressing his lips to mine.
"Yeah good point," I mumbled into his mouth as I pulled on his shirt harder to deepen the kiss. The rain was lashing down around us but I couldn't care less. Surely it would be impossible to get hypothermia whilst feeling so hot and bothered - even in this weather?
Pulling me tighter to his body, his hands travelled down to my ass lifting me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist I was vaguely aware of him walking down the road towards his car where he set me down on the hood, his lips never leaving mine. Settling between my legs with the rain pounding down on us nothing else mattered, bodies slick with water, my hands found the back of Edwards soaked hair and pulled slightly earning a moan from him.
My hands moved down his back and found his belt. Moving around to his front I hastily began unbuckling it with shaky hands. Whether the shakes were from the cold or adrenaline was inconsequential.
"Bella, we can't, not here," he gasped as I conquered the buckle and set my sights on conquering something else entirely. Looking into my eyes through the hair matted to his forehead, I could see he wanted it just as much as I did. As far as I was concerned a tsunami couldn't stop me right now.
"We're in the middle of nowhere," I mumbled into his neck as I released him from the confines of his jeans and boxers. "This place is dead, nobody will come by."
"Mm hmm," he mumbled with his hands firmly on my ass pulling me closer as my hand found his cock. That was all the encouragement I needed and I'm sure he needed none whatsoever. As his hands found the button on my jeans I suddenly realised the implications of my choice of wardrobe. There would be no subtle way of doing this on the hood of the car without an unsuspecting passerby realising instantly what was happening.
"Why didn't I wear a skirt today?" I cursed myself.
"Not out here," I hissed as his hand wandered under the elastic of my underwear. Pushing him backwards, I jumped down and opened the passenger door before pushing him inside. Leaning into the car I kissed him furiously as my hands worked on my tight, wet jeans as I clumsily pulled them down my legs and kicked them off. Throwing them onto the back seat and climbing in after him I straddled his hips.
"Jesus Bella!" he exclaimed as my hand found its way into his boxers once more as the other groped around for the seat control to recline it more. "What's gotten into you?" he growled as the seat went backwards and his hands gripped my ass cheeks, surely leaving marks from his fingers. "Fuck it, I don't care."
Pulling his clothing down his thighs I wriggled out of my underwear and rested back down on his legs feeling his dick pressing against me, causing a thrill of excitement to course through my veins. Edward had always had a dramatic effect on my body but this was something entirely new. The thought of having him in his car was always something of fantasy but during a thunderstorm on a deserted road was surely to go down as legend.
"You know sex in public is illegal?" Edward mumbled against my collarbone as I ground myself against him.
"Tell someone who gives a fuck," I growled back, catching his earlobe between my teeth.
"And the Chief's daughter above all people!" he laughed before his lips caught mine once more and he lifted me up slightly. As I felt his tip pressing against me my heart began to hammer and stupid insecure Bella reared its ugly head once more. Realising that we'd never done it this way before I began to worry.
"Ed-Edward…" I stuttered pressing my forehead against his. "I don't…"
Knowing exactly what I was getting at, he gripped my hips and guided me down over him, my breath catching in my throat as I felt him fill me. Groaning in unison our foreheads remained pressed against each other. Staring into his eyes and tasting his breath I remained still. As frantic as we were a few moments ago I just wanted a few seconds to experience this. With our bodies pressed flush against each other I could feel his heart beat against my chest, his breath just as ragged as mine. Yeah, this might have all been be very new to us but I had a feeling that no matter how many times we do it, I would always have this reaction.
His hands held my hips firmly as he began moving me at a slow rhythmic pace. With my fingers tangled in the back of his hair and our foreheads firmly together, our lips were millimetres apart with only the faintest of contact as we exchanged light kisses. Grinding myself into his hips, I quickened the pace and Edward began thrusting upwards meeting me. Feeling my orgasm building I leaned back slightly causing him to hit just the right place. Biting on my bottom lip I suppressed a loud moan as I gripped his shirt and my nails dug into his chest.
"If this is what making up is like I'm going to piss you off more often," I joked through uneven breaths.
"Oh shit!" Edward shouted as I felt myself being pushed upwards and away from him at force without warning. As I left his body my head came into contact with the roof of the car, causing me to scream out in pain and see flashing lights in front of my eyes.
"Agh! What the fuck!" I shrieked rubbing my head and sitting on his thighs, as he twisted in the seat scrabbling around for something on the back seat in a panic.
"Look!" he hissed pointing out through the fogged up window. Wiping the condensation away I could make out a car coming towards us, not just any car - a police cruiser.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" I cursed, realising it was only a matter of seconds until the cruiser would be with us.
"Here, sit down," Edward ordered pulling me into his lap and wrapping his old picnic blanket around us to protect our modesty just as the cruiser pulled up beside. As I wiped my hair out of my eyes and tried to control my breathing and heart rate there was a knock on the window. Letting out a deep sigh, Edward pressed the button and the window opened on the driver's side. The window seemed to take forever to open, revealing the identity of the person standing outside gradually. Relief swept over me as I saw the name tag, it wasn't Swan. Thank the Lord for small mercies.
"Hey kids" the deputy greeted as he leaned on the door and took a furtive glance around the inside of the car before noticing me. "Oh hey Bells, Edward," he said enthusiastically as he recognised us.
"Hey Peter," I greeted back trying to be a flippant as possible with a smile plastered across my face. Edward simply nodded towards him whilst increasing his grasp on my waist and pulling the blanket around us more securely.
"You ok?" he asked suspiciously taking in our appearance as we huddled under a blanket in a steamy car, soaking wet.
"Oh, erm yeah," I stammered trying desperately to think of an excuse and glaring wide-eyed at Edward.
"We had a flat. Got a bit wet changing it. Just trying to warm Bella up a bit before setting off home," Edward explained coolly.
"Yeah, warming me up. That's one way to put it." I giggled to myself as I wriggled slightly in his lap causing a low moan to escape from his chest. Shooting daggers at me, Edward gripped me even tighter so I couldn't move any more, even if I wanted to which I certainly didn't. This was definitely something I didn't want to have to explain to Charlie down at the station.
"Yeah Dad, I got caught by your colleague humping Edward in his car on a public highway. Now about that bail money…"
"Ok, well if you're sure you're alright," Peter smiled pushing away from the door. "Listen, this isn't the best place to be alone, especially during a storm. I'm off home to check on the wife, get yourselves home as soon as possible."
"Oh yeah, how is Charlotte?" Edward asked "When's she due?"
Leaning back into the car Peter's face broke out into a huge grin. "She's actually due tomorrow, that's why I'm going home early today. I want to be there just in case."
"You must be really excited," Edward enthused continuing a conversation I'd rather be taking place at an entirely different time. Here I was completely naked from the waist down sitting on my boyfriend's dick as he chatted to the town's law enforcement, my father's friend, about pregnancy and birth. Only in the 'World of Bella' could this happen. The universe really must get a cheap thrill from making things as difficult and awkward as possible for me.
Shifting my weight and nudging Edward subtly I exaggerated a shiver which didn't go unnoticed by Peter. "Right, well you need to get home and warm up. You'll catch your death out here," he said leaning forward to shake Edwards hand and returning to his cruiser.
Waiting for the car to disappear out of view before moving I leaned into the back seat and retrieved my jeans before getting off Edwards lap so he could scoot into the driver's seat.
"You just had to keep him talking didn't you?" I scolded as I struggled to pull my jeans up.
"It's called being polite," he replied before putting the car in gear and setting off down the road.
As we pulled up to the house I could barely see anything through the rain pounding down. I could vaguely make out the shapes of Rose and Emmett under the front porch. He was doing some sort of dance and she looked thoroughly unimpressed. I noticed Carlisle and Esme's cars parked in the garage and figured that a quick entrance into the house was the best plan of attack. Just bolt up the stairs and into the relative safety of Edward's room.
"Ready?" Edward asked looking over towards me before his eyes darted towards the house.
"Yep!" I replied before jumping out the car and running towards the building. Even with my head start I was no match for Edwards speed. He caught up with me almost instantly, grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the house. Taking the front steps in two strides we flew past Rose and Emmett and were inside before either had chance to comment on our appearance.
"Edward? Is that you?" Esme called from the kitchen as we ran up the stairs leaving wet footprints on the polished wooden floor. "Shoes off!" she shouted up the stairs as we disappeared from view. As I slammed his bedroom door I could hear her muttering about the state of the floor and made a mental note to apologise to her at a later date.
"Do you mind if I have a bath?" I asked walkingover to the en-suite as Edward was rummaging through his closet for some dry clothes. I was now feeling the full effect of being out in the rain and couldn't stop shivering.
"Of course I don't. You know where everything is," he replied not turning around and sniffing an article of clothing to check it was clean. Every part of me was hoping it wasn't underwear.
Closing the bathroom door I pulled off my jeans feeling instant relief. Wet denim isn't exactly comfortable and it was starting to chafe on my thighs where Edward had left his mark with his stubble. Waiting for the bath to fill I checked myself in the mirror and couldn't stifle a giggle. Hair matted to my head and sticking out at all angles, some wet and some dry. I really did look a state.
"I look well and truly fucked," I mused out loud. Making a mental note to ensure that Edward finished what we'd started I climbed into the bath and slumped down into the hot water full of bubbles. Lost in my own little world I was unaware of the door opening.
"Budge up," Edward said, startling me as he stood next to the tub completely naked. His body already wet from the rain and his hair tousled to within an inch of its life.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I shouted, my hands flying up to my chest. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to just come in when someone's having a bath?"
"Aw come on Bella," he pouted. "I'm cold. Let me warm up with you."
"Yeah, I can see you're cold. Very cold by the looks of it," I giggled staring at his crotch.
"Yeah funny," he huffed holding his manhood in his hands and giving it a very subtle tug which didn't go unnoticed. "Move up," he ordered as he climbed into the bath behind me.
Leaning back on his chest I closed my eyes and relaxed. We could have been lying like this for hours or minutes, I had no idea. It was just comfortable, Edward placed light kisses on my shoulders as his hands rested on my stomach.
As his lips were next to my ear he let out a devilish chuckle before I felt bubbles travel up my back.
"You dirty bastard!" I screamed realising exactly what he'd just done.
"What?" he asked innocently with a huge grin on his face.
"You just farted and it bubbled up my back!" I scolded trying to keep a straight face. As disgusting as it was I couldn't help but find it funny. "You really are horrid, Cullen" I stated as I got out of the water and wrapped myself in a big towel.
"Oh like you don't fart Swan!" he laughed, letting another rip and watching as the bubbles broke the surface. "I've lost track the amount of times you've let rip on my leg during your sleep!"
"Whatever," I dismissed, stomping out of the room feeling like my face was on fire. As I got into the room I noticed a piece of paper next to the door on the floor. Bending over I unfolded it and read the note.
"What's that?" Edward asked peeking over my shoulder with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"It's from your father. He wants us to meet him in his study for a talk," I sighed handing the note to Edward. Rolling his eyes he simply scrunched the note up and threw it on the floor before throwing a dry set of track pants and shirt at me and quickly putting on some clothes himself.
"What?" I asked confused as to what he was doing and why he was in such a rush.
"Get dressed. We're going back to yours," he said pulling his t shirt over his head. "I can't be bothered with one of his 'talks' right now. There's plenty of time for that and your house is empty for another few hours." Without needing to hear any more I quickly got dressed and pulled my hair up into a messy ponytail.
"Ready?" he asked as we stood at the door preparing to run the gauntlet to the car. It would be a miracle if we got out without encountering at least one Cullen on the way.
"Ready," I confirmed as he grabbed my hand and we bolted down the stairs and towards the front door. Running past Rose I exchanged a flying greeting. She was shouting something about where we were all going tonight but I didn't care. Hearing a time I simply repeated it.
"Yeah, 8:30pm. Fine".
As we jumped in the car and Edward sped off down the driveway adrenaline was pumping through my veins. I felt as though we'd pulled off the great train robbery or something. Hell, is was more impressive than that. We'd escaped 'Cullen-atraz' without being apprehended by Carlisle.
"We're like Bonny and Clyde," I laughed as we headed down the road, past the scene of our indiscretion, and towards home.
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