Three months had passed since Bella and I acknowledged our feelings and acted on them.
Now, every night was like a porno at our little shack on the bayou.
My girl was insatiable.
I was pretty sure most of the wildlife had up and left, since we were making such a racket all night long., but who was I to say no when she came at me with those long ass legs and those sweet little titties.
Our new friends have really helped make our days more exciting as well.
I headed out with Jazz and Carlisle most mornings to make sure the water was flowing and the beavers weren't getting too close to the river with their damn dams.
And Bella had grown content to spend her days lazing around with the girls and Em.
Not sure why Em always stayed with the girls, but I wasn't asking questions.
Dude might be a girl trapped in a man's body for all I know.
Afternoons were for fishing, duck hunting, and the occasional road kill scrape off the side of the road.
Then it was sweet tea, beer and an amazing supper of whatever we caught that day.
Wasn't sure I ever wanted to leave.
"More tea, Sweet Pea?" I asked, whispering into Bella's ear as I held the Mason jar over her empty glass.
After being apart most of the day, the promise of some dirty nasty lovin' was crystal clear as she looked up at me, nodding her head.
"So Edward, when you gonna tell us all bout those tats you done got?" Em asked as he shoveled a mouthful of cheese grits into his mouth.
I grimaced as I sat back in my chair and looked around at the sea of interested faces around me, including Bella.
While I had shared many things about my past with her, I had yet to explain the importance of my tattoos.
"How about we talk about why you never come out and play with the boys, Em," I said, unable to sputter out a fake story about my ink.
Em smiled widely and pointed at Carlisle.
"That mudderfucker won't let me go after I shot him wid dat pellet gun last year," he joked, or at least I thought he was joking.
The serious look on Carlisle's face confirmed that Em's story was true.
"If ya can't aim a fucking pellet gun, why'd ya think I'd let ya out with a shotgun?" Carlisle growled, pointing one dirty finger toward Em like a gun.
The girls laughed wildly at Carlisle's story, while Jazz and I just shook our heads.
Seriously…
"We ought to be heading home," I suggested, yawning exaggeratedly, which earned me a smack on the chest from Bella.
"Y'all be safe on the walk home," Esme called as we walked out into the slowly darkening night, hands clasped tightly together.
"Will you tell me about your tattoos?" Bella asked softly, her shoulder brushing mine, our footsteps and the cicadas the only sound.
"I'll give you the grand tour after we get back to the shack," I replied, ready to share all of me with her.
It was past time that I told her everything.
I just hoped my spoiled princess could live with a prince that had such a rough past.
Aw...you know she will, Edward!
See you tomorrow for more!