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Chapter Twenty-Five
The Plumpkin
First you twist it…
"What are you doing?"
She doesn't answer. Only raises a dainty eyebrow, turns and closes the door behind us, securing the lock.
"Miss Swan." I chuckle nervously as my eyes dart around the bathroom stall she just pushed me into. "We're in the men's bathroom, at work…" I let the sentence trail off when she turns around and gives me a sassy smile.
The next thing I know, I'm being pushed by the shoulders until my ass hits the toilet seat. I stare up at her with a dumbfounded expression.
Is she going to do what I think she's going to do?
Bella leans forward, awarding me with a fucking spectacular view of her cleavage, tastefully covered in cream silk.
"Can you be quiet, Edward?" she whispers into my ear, instantly causing my overactive appendage to stir beneath the zipper of my pants.
"I don't–" I choke like a fucking pussy.
I honestly can't tell you what's going through my mind right now–mainly because all the blood in my brain has travelled south for the winter.
"Well?" She pulls away, robbing me of the delicious heat of her body and that fucking scent of hers that makes the All Seeing Eye inside my pants tear up. "Can you, or can't you be quiet?"
"I think I can." I nod eagerly.
"Not good enough," she sighs dramatically and makes to turn around.
"No, no," I stammer desperately. "I can. I'm sure I can be quiet." I want to kick myself for sounding so pathetic, but fuck it. I. Am. Man. I. Love. Blow. Job.
Bella turns her head and regards me over her shoulder for a moment. I try to convince her with my eyes that I'll be a good boy.
"Very well, Mr. Cullen." She turns back to me fully before gracing me with a sexy little smirk. She steps between my legs, nudging my knees further apart. I spread 'em, because I'm turned on as fuck, and I'm panting like a dehydrated retriever.
When Bella grabs hold of my thighs to steady her descent to her knees, I feel like I might faint. I'm pulsing for her–for this. She keeps her eyes on mine as she rakes her nails over my thighs, heading for the Promised Land. I can't tear my gaze from hers. I'm entranced–possessed–owned.
"Take off your belt, Mr. Cullen," she whispers huskily just as her pointer finger runs over the length of my very needy, very prominent erection. I shudder and fumble to remove the leather prison around my waist. "Do you know your alphabet, Edward?"
I frown in confusion as I remove my hands from my unfastened belt.
"Y–yes," I hiss as she pulls my zipper down slowly, the knuckles of her hand brushing against my need.
"You'll come before you reach Z," she informs me nonchalantly, reaching into my boxers to pull out my dick.
I gasp throwing my head back at the sensation of her warm hand gripping me just right.
"That's not a request," she whispers again, giving my throbbing cock a firm tug.
I nod and swallow thickly as her hand deliciously twists over the head.
She stops her movements long enough for me to drop my gaze to hers questioningly.
"Get started then," she instructs, biting down on her bottom lip to probably stop the giggle I can see behind her laughing eyes.
I smirk at her, which causes her eyes to cloud over slightly. Yeah, I still got it.
"A–" Down stroke.
"Fuck," I gasp and force myself not to embarrass myself by coming right away. I need to show her that I know the alphabet, right?
"B–" Up stroke.
xoxo
I fold my arms over my chest and lean against the door frame. Bella Swan bent over, pulling up her panties, has got to be the best sight this time in the morning. My eyes focus on the little dimples in her back, right above that sinful ass as she straightens out and reaches behind her to clasp her bra.
Hot-fucking-woman.
I'm not surprised finding her awake and out of bed. It's still dark outside, but knowing Miss Swan, she'd want to get a head start at work after missing yesterday.
I slipped out of bed to take a leak. Best move ever, or I may have missed the show.
I smirk as she bends forward slightly, adjusting her bra to obtain the maximum amount of cleavage. Women are fucking fascinating creatures.
I push away from the door and stealthily make my way towards her.
She jumps when I curl my arms around her waist and then shivers slightly. Yeah, skin on skin always feels fucking great.
"Morning," I whisper beside her ear as my ever-searching hands travel the length of her waist, one heading upwards, and the other one in the opposite direction.
I dip the fingers of my left hand beneath her panties and the fingers of my right inside her bra, cupping her fully in both places. Her heart thumps thunderously beneath the palm of my right hand as her pussy pulses against my left. Fucking bliss.
"Morning," she chokes as her head falls back against my chest, dropping to the side to grant me access to the milky skin of her neck.
"You're up early," I mumble between wet kisses and stroking fingers.
"Mhh," she moans, absentmindedly thrusting her hips further into my hand. I reciprocate by dipping my middle finger between her folds. "Edward–"
"Bella?" I chuckle against her back as her breaths become erratic. Bella Swan is responsive in every way–sexually, emotionally, aggressively.
"I have to get going." She sounds unconvinced, and therefore, I don't stop rubbing circles over her nipple and clit.
"It's hardly five o'clock," I counter lazily, softly sucking on the skin below her neck. I marked her there last night when Bella rode the ever-loving shit out of me. She gave it to me so hard that when I finally came with an embarrassingly long sob, I had to fight the urge to either run around my apartment, arms flailing in exhilaration, or curling up in the fetal position, rocking in surrender. In the end, I settled for sweeping her off my couch and depositing both our sated bodies on my bed. Sleep came fast for both of us.
"I still have to get home to clean up and get dressed for work," she sighs reluctantly.
I nod against her neck, give her a final kiss against her jaw and pull my hands from their warm enclosures. With a playful slap to her butt cheek, I walk back to my bed and fall down unceremoniously. There's still some sleep to be had, and I'll be a fucking monkey if I don't capitalize.
With my hands folded behind my head and my ankles crossed, I stare at her unabashedly.
She cocks an eyebrow, and I answer with a 'don't let me stop you' look.
"Are you just going to go back to sleep?" she finally asks, eyebrow still arched.
"Don't you just wish you were me?"
"Hardly," she snorts and bends down to pick up her jeans, giving me a wonderful view of her tits.
"Understandable," I concede with a smirk. "I mean, you must be the most sexually satisfied woman in Seattle right now."
This causes her to laugh, which automatically transforms my smirk into a full on grin. Her laugh is fantastically fucking contagious.
"I don't know about that." She shrugs, devils playing in the dark depths of her eyes. "I haven't touched myself in the last twenty-four hours." She delivers her little joke with a wink, causing my exposed cock–yes, I'm naked–to wink right back.
"We could change that," I drawl lazily, my eyes focused on her hands as she buttons up her jeans.
"I think we've already proven that you can't just watch like a good boy." She laughs again as she pulls her shirt over her head.
Those words cause a jarring memory of Bella touching her pussy at Jasper's cabin the night we fucked the first time. I'm sorry if my reference to our 'first time' sounds crude, but in the words of your very own Mr. Brad Pitt in LegendsoftheFall, 'I recommend fucking.'
"I know what you're thinking about." She rolls her eyes, but I can see the start of her telltale blush.
"Am I that obvious?" I chuckle breathily. Yeah, I'm pussy whipped.
She nods shyly and then licks her bottom lip.
"Can I quickly use your bathroom?" she asks after clearing her throat.
"You don't have to ask." I smile and watch her leave the room hastily.
I rake both hands through my hair, unable to stop the smile on my face from growing even wider. Bella Swan has me reeling. I would love to jump into a detailed monologue of my thoughts and feelings after what happened at the cabin, how I feel about Bella, what exactly it is we're doing right now, but honestly, that's not the way I roll. In fact, that's not the way most men roll.
We're simple people. We do think, we just don't over-think. We don't weigh each and every occurrence, contemplate the meaning of every word or caress. We live in the moment and then decide, based on variables, whether we would like to multiply said moment.
Men don't do emotions.
"Okay," Bella sighs once she enters the room again. "I'm heading out."
"No goodbye kiss?" I tease, knowing that it'll probably make her uncomfortable. Oh, how I like to make my girl squirm.
Bella doesn't disappoint as her hands twist nervously together.
"Have you brushed your teeth?" she asks with a grimace, causing me to laugh heartily.
I nod, because I did.
"Why would you do that if you're just going back to sleep?" She frowns in confusion.
"I like to be prepared."
"Or presumptuous?" she offers coyly.
I shrug and level her with a stare. I can see her resolve crumbling under my gaze before she takes the necessary steps towards me, slowly bends until her mouth is mere inches away from mine, and then delicately plants her lips on me.
I breathe deeply through my nose and prepare to deepen the kiss, but she pulls away before I get the chance to.
"I really have to go," she mumbles with her face still close to mine, her eyes focused on my starved mouth.
I don't say anything–just stare at the fucking beauty that is Bella Swan and attempt to keep my breathing level.
"Bye," she whispers and turns to walk away.
I fight against the pang in my chest that grows stronger as her figure retreats and finally disappears from my sight.
"Bye," I whisper like a pussy and drag my hands over my face in frustration. I'm utterly and completely fucking fucked.
I'm just about to turn over and reengage in some much deserved shut eye, when I hear the frantic taps of Bella's heals heading back toward my room.
I turn just in time to catch her surging body as she throws herself on me and desperately claims my mouth.
I don't hesitate in pulling her closer and tilting her sideways in my lap until her back hits the bed, pushing her into the mattress as I devour her mouth with a moan.
Her tongue slides over mine like silk, and I arch into the kiss, feverishly running my hand over her covered breast as the other cradles her neck.
The desperation of our mouths gently subsides into slow, languid tongue fucking. I could kiss this woman forever.
"You'd better go before I give you a goodbye fuck, baby," I warn her as I pull away slightly, catching my breath.
She nods slowly, seemingly stunned at her behavior.
I smile and plant small kisses around the contours of her mouth, enjoying the sweet sighs escaping her lips.
"Will I ever tire of kissing you?" she asks softly.
"Fuck, I hope not." I laugh and straighten up, bringing her with me, but keeping her sideways on my lap.
My fully erect dick is sandwiched between my abdomen and her hip, and it takes every bit of my self-control not to thrust.
"I'll see you at the office," she murmurs as her nails scrape against the stubble on my jaw, causing me to clench it in reflex.
I nod, unable to find my voice as her eyes bore into mine. She sees me. It's unnerving and fucking spectacular, and I'm scared shitless and feel braver than ever, all at once.
Well looky there–an unguarded emotional moment.
She pulls my head to hers again, kisses my lips and gives my tongue one final stroke, before she slips off my lap and out of my arms. I gape after her as she walks to the door before stopping to turn towards me.
"And?" she asks softly.
"Yeah." I nod with a smirk. "That was a proper goodbye kiss."
She smirks right back at me, winks and then she's gone.
I take a moment to look at my straining cock, staring back at me accusingly.
"Don't look at me like that," I sigh in exasperation, turn to my side and attempt to fall asleep.
Then you lick it…
"Fucking G–" I gasp desperately as Bella's tongue runs over the length of my cock.
"Shh…" She blows against the delicate skin.
"Bella, baby, you're…I can't…ungh…" I feel my toes curling as my fingers dig into the hardwood walls of the stall. At this rate, Bella will have me coming before we reach the letter M. M for mouth. M for more. M for mine.
"Hhhh–" I force the letter out through clenched teeth as hers lightly scrape my length.
"Edward? Buddy, is that you?" My thighs clench in shock as I hear Erick Yorkie's voice on the other side of the door. Bella only smirks and unceremoniously plunges her mouth over my cock.
"Fffffuck–"
"Edward?" Fuck off, dude.
"Hey, Yorkie," I choke, clenching my eyes shut from the visual of Bella between my knees–doing what she's doing.
I feel the vibration of her laugher as she pulls up and plunges down again. My eyes fly open as I attempt to stare at her accusingly.
"You okay, man?" I faintly hear Yorkie's voice in the background.
"Yeah," I moan as Bella swirls her tongue around the head. I shriek when I feel her pinching my thigh, giving me a warning glance, which seems almost ridiculous considering that a part of my anatomy is propped between her lips.
"I–" I mouth at her petulantly and feel her lips tighten around me as she attempts to control her laughter, causing my fist to slam into the wall in reflex.
"Don't sound too good to me." Fucking nosey little bastard.
"Ate something bad." I come up with the best excuse for the ridiculous noises I'm making.
"Sounds like it." He sounds almost sympathetic. If he only knew.
"J–" I gasp softly as Bella continues her ministrations between my legs, causing my abdomen to twitch. So much for fucking endurance–this bitch is gonna blow.
"Well, I'll leave you to it, man." Yorkie finally decides to take his leave. I throw my head back partly in relief and partly due to the overwhelming sensations building in my lower regions.
I'm about to tell him I'll see him later, when Bella decides it's time to narrow in on my balls. My head snaps up as she rolls them between her fingers, sucking her cheeks in as she pulls up and then slams back down.
"K!" I practically shout as my balls tighten, readying for their impending release.
"'Kay, man." Eric laughs in his retreat. "Don't want to be around when you blow."
"Good idea," I whimper, feeling the familiar tingling sensations rippling through my legs before they centre on my dick.
"L–" I pant once I hear the door to the bathroom close behind Yorkie.
"Mmmm…"
xoxo
"Good morning, Edward."
"Morning, Jessica." I smile in greeting as Jessica falls into step with me. I feel on top of the world this morning, the irony of Bella being the cause of my good mood not going unnoticed. In the past, she used to have quite the opposite effect. How things have changed.
"Why in such a hurry?" She inquires nosily as I make my way towards my cubicle.
"I have a shit load of work to catch up on," I reply with a shrug. It's partly true. The other part would be that I'm absolutely giddy to see Bella, even if it's just from my cubicle. My mind starts to wander at what she might be wearing today. Her hair will definitely be down, I decide with a satisfactory smirk, seeing as she'll probably try to hide the evidence of my teeth marks on her neck.
"Oh yes, of course," Jessica replies sweetly. Too sweetly. I cast a sideways glance in her direction. "You and Miss Swan weren't at the office yesterday."
"Indeed," I answer wearily–her prodding dampening some of the spring in my step. "We were working on my book."
"Yes." She leans her arms on my cubicle's partition as I step behind my desk. I don't even dare to look at Bella's office, cautious of Jessica's perceptiveness. "Speaking about that. I must say," she pauses and then offers me a very fake smile, "I'm surprised that you decided to stay with her, after our last discussion…" She lets the sentence trail off suggestively.
"Yeah." I clear my throat uncomfortably and fall into my chair with a thump. "She's been doing a really good job on it."
"And you're okay with her being your editor even after she schemed her way to getting it in the first place?" I can feel myself getting hot under the collar.
"Yes, well." I shrug, trying to make light of the situation, even though Jessica's resembling the likes of a fucking rattle snake at this very moment. I find myself stunned at the unexpected turn of events. Only weeks ago I thought Bella was the real threat, but it seems like she may have been right about Jessica Stanley all along.
"It's your choice, of course." She nods absentmindedly.
"It is, isn't it?" I deadpan. I've just about had enough of this conversation. I can understand why Jessica is pissed, but truth be told, the choice of editor for my book has always been mine, so fuck it all.
"Well," she laughs cheerily. "I guess that settles it then."
"Guess so." I grace her with a sweet little smile of my own, before turning my attention to my computer.
"See you at lunch?" She's fucking incorrigible.
"Maybe," I mumble, faking my devout attention to my screensaver in hopes that she'll get a clue.
She does, because when I look up again, she's gone, and Bella is standing in the doorway of her office, eyeing me suspiciously. Black pumps, pencil skirt, silk blouse.
Fuck. My. Life.
She stoically tilts her head to the side in a 'get your ass in here' gesture, before strolling back into her office.
I sigh, feeling the remnants of my good mood fading as I walk into the lions' den.
"Close the door behind you," she instructs without looking up from her laptop. I do as I'm told, because here, in this office, we're not Bella and Edward, baby or sugar. No, we're Mr. Cullen and Miss Swan. She's my fucking boss, and I'm not her fucking lover.
"Did you want something?" I ask sharply. She doesn't even flinch, and I'm once again fascinated with how she's able to separate her personal life from her professional.
"Take a seat, Mr. Cullen." Her voice is subdued, no sign of the panting woman that left my bed this morning.
I take a seat, 'cause I'm a good fucking boy.
"What did Miss Stanley want?" she asks evenly, still keeping her eyes averted from mine.
"She wanted to know why you're still the editor of my book," I admit, because we promised no more lies.
"And what did you say?" I can hear a slight tremor in her voice, which surprises me. Is Bella trying not to cry?
"I said you were doing a great job, and that I'll be keeping you as my editor," I answer carefully. "Not in those exact words, but something along those lines." I lower my eyes to my shoes, feeling like a schoolboy being scolded by the principal.
I hear a faint, squeaking noise which causes my eyes to snap up to hers–and what I find there is not anger, or sadness or the usual cold aloofness I've come to associate with Bella Swan when she's at work. Oh hell no. What I find is a woman biting down on her bottom lip, fighting not to burst into uncharacteristic giggles.
"You should have seen your face," she finally gasps, throwing her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.
I stare at her dumbfounded. I've been duped.
"You don't play fair," I grumble petulantly, which only causes Bella to laugh even harder.
I smile sheepishly at her and release the breath I've been holding, my earlier good mood moving in to replace my most recent distress.
"I couldn't resist." Bella shrugs after taking a moment to compose herself.
"Bitch." I smirk.
"You want this bitch," she correctly assesses.
"I do." I grin, loving the way her cheeks blossom under my attention.
"The reason why I called you in here–"
"Was to make me sweat?" I interrupt.
She rolls her eyes, but that beautiful smile graces her luscious mouth once again.
"Was to ask whether you'll be staying over at my place tonight?"
"Sure." I shrug.
"Good." She nods. "I feel bad for not seeing my parents as much as I can."
"Of course."
"Why, aren't you being all agreeable today?" she teases, leaning her chin on her folded hands.
"Well, somebody gave me one heck of a fucking kiss this morning. It's all I've been thinking about actually." I instinctively lean forward, resting my elbows on my spread knees.
"Is that so?" Bella's voice lowers to a sultry purr.
I swallow thickly and nod, focusing my attention on Bella's parted lips.
"At this rate, you might be getting another one sooner rather than later." Yes please.
"Is that so?" I throw her words back at her.
"Mhmh." She nods, licking her lips slowly, causing me to instinctively do the same. "But first, you have to do something for me."
"Anything," I groan, tearing my eyes away from her mouth.
"Please, send out the launch invites to the recipients on this list." She shoves a piece of paper towards me, causing me to start slightly.
I blink a couple of times, trying to regain my focus after her abrupt change of subject and demeanor. My eyes drop to the piece of paper, and then lift to hers, only to receive a coy little wink.
"I've already mailed you the invitation, so just be sure that everyone specified here," she taps a manicured finger on the paper, "gets it."
I feel mentally challenged as the blood pooling in my cock slowly starts to make its way back to my brain.
"Chop-chop, Mr. Cullen."
And, then you dunk it…
"I'm gonna come…Bella," I gasp, pulling at her hair in warning that if she doesn't move, she's going to get her fill of protein for the day.
She doesn't even buckle. She simply shoves her mouth further down my cock, causing the head to hit the back of her throat, and then, it's over. I come long and hard and noisily.
"Fuck me. I'm coming. Holy sssshiiiittttt..."
I jerk around her, palms slamming flat against the walls on either side of us, legs spastically pulsing as my eyes squeeze shut.
After my orgasm rocks through my body, leaving me limp and breathless, I finally open my eyes and lower them to Bella's.
She resembles a chipmunk, her cheeks swollen to maximum capacity, her eyes wide and brimming. I immediately realize that Miss Swan in not a swallower. I raise my ass on shaky knees and pull the toilet seat up with me. Bella lurches forward between my spread legs and spits the result of her little game into the toilet before pulling back.
I drop back down, unable to support my legs much longer and slump back against the wall, pulling my hands through my hair over and over again.
"Told you I'd get you back," Bella murmurs softly from her position on the floor.
I open my eyes lazily with my hands still stuck in my hair and give her a lopsided smile.
"Is that what you call 'getting back' at me?"
She nods, looking very fucking pleased with herself.
"Well then," I sigh, dropping my hands to my pants in an attempt to cover shit up. "Consider me put in my place."
xoxo
I'm balls deep in work, struggling to catch up on the backlog caused by Bella and my impromptu extended weekend. Not to mention the additional task of sending out the invite Bella so kindly presented me with. I have a list of names the invitation needs to be sent to. What Bella didn't mention, is that we don't have the email addresses of all the specified guests. Almost a hundred mundane phone calls later, I'm finally able to send it out. I'm agitated to say the fucking least.
With a heavy sigh and a frustrated tug on my hair, I fall back in my chair and scan the office so my eyes can adjust after being nailed to the computer screen for over three hours.
Inadvertently, my attention roams towards Bella's office. Call me a masochist if you want, but she's like the TV in a bar–even though the volume is turned on mute and you're surrounded by your friends, you just can't seem to pull your eyes away from it.
To my surprise and absolute delight, little Miss Swan is sitting with her elbow bent on her table, head propped on her hand, staring directly at me with a faraway look. I'm sure she hasn't even noticed that I'm looking directly back at her, so I decide to shake things up a bit to test my theory.
Slowly I lift my right hand to my face, pull my middle and pointer fingers into a V, spread them over my lips and then…I lick.
Yeah, that vulgar little move got her attention.
Bella's head snaps back in shock before she gapes at me like a fish out of water.
I stifle the chuckle building in my chest, give one final lick-wink combo and then drop my hand. Oh, how I love fucking with her.
Bella cocks her head to the side then quickly skits her eyes over the floor, probably to check whether anyone is watching us. I just know she's thinking of retaliating–never one to back away from a challenge. I'm practically at the edge of my seat to see what she'll come up with.
She turns her attention back to me, and then, rather boldly, raises the fist of her right hand to her mouth, pumping it back and forth in a very suggestive, ball clenching move.
It happens on her third pump. She's going for gold, trying to put me in my place, when I notice a man I haven't seen around before, knock once before walking into her office.
My eyes grow wide.
Bella's brows furrow at my reaction.
And then she notices him, her hand frozen mid air, her eyes stretching double their size.
What Bella does next has me almost falling off my chair. She brings her hand back to her mouth and fakes a coughing fit.
I'm hysterical. I swear, the last time I laughed this much was when Eric Yorkie almost hooked up with a dude in a bar, thinking it was a woman. Tears are streaming down my face as I watch with blurry vision how Bella rises from her chair to shake the man's hand, her cheeks flaming red in embarrassment.
After taking a moment to collect myself, wiping at the wetness on my cheeks and calming the still sporadic bouts of laughter, I turn my attention back to my computer, stealthily scanning the floor to see if anyone witnessed my outburst. If they did, it doesn't show.
A new message alert draws my attention to my BlackBerry.
Payback's a bitch, Mr. Cullen.
If I knew right then that Miss Swan would be pulling me into the men's bathroom later that day to give me the best head I've had in a decade, demonstrating that she really knows what to do with that right fist, I would not have replied as callously.
Bring it on, Miss Swan.
Oh…it was broughten.
xoxo
I knock on Bella's front door, anxious and eager to see my girl. I went home straight after getting off in Bella's mouth. I needed a shower and a moment to replay every detail of our illicit encounter. Did I jerk off in the shower at the memory of Bella's mouth around my cock? You bet your sweet little ass I did.
Her front door flies open with a flourish, and fuck me, it seems Miss Swan was equally anxious to see me too.
I take only a second to appreciate the spark in her eyes, the quick rise and fall of her chest and the excited grin on her face before I march forward, shove my hands in her hair and pull her face to mine for a scorching kiss.
Everything about this woman is exciting. Thinking back two weeks, I almost can't believe I'm finding myself in this situation with Bella Swan of all people. She does the unexpected, keeping me on my toes and interested in seeing what will happen next, just like she put me in my place yesterday after I sent her my douche bag text. She doesn't take my shit, and I don't take her too seriously.
The kiss is everything I've been fantasizing about all day. It's demanding, wet and intrusive, and I fucking love every second of it. My tongue pushes into her mouth at about the same time I drop my hands to her ass and pull her off the ground and around my hips. Bella follows eagerly, scratching her fingers over my scalp and moaning wantonly as I push her against the wall inside her foyer.
My cock is once again standing at attention. I tilt my head further left and deepen the kiss aggressively, desperate to taste all of her.
"Oh, come on." I hear a faint grumble in the background.
"Leave them be, Charlie." I think that's Renee's voice, but I'm so absorbed in Bella's mouth and the feel of her soft breasts pressing against my chest that I've yet to realize we have an audience.
Bella seems oblivious too, because I feel her hips roll against mine, searching for friction I'm more than willing to provide.
"I don't need to see this." Yes, that's definitely Charlie. Realization slowly creeps into my subconscious, restraining me from pushing my hips further into Bella.
"They're in love," Renee sighs, and yeah, that pretty much does it. I freeze against Bella's lips. She still hasn't caught on to the fact that we're giving her parents a very inappropriate show, her mouth still desperately seeking out mine.
I pull away from her slightly, giving her the opportunity to open her eyes. Her lids fly open, her gaze hazy with lust.
"I know what love looks like, Renee," Charlie grumbles disapprovingly. It would seem Bella finally caught on, and she most certainly didn't miss Charlie's observation.
We're frozen in time as our eyes lock frantically, Bella still suspended against the wall, her legs wrapped securely around my hips. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I find relief in the knowledge that Bella seems just as freaked out with her parents' assessment of our physical reaction to each other.
I clear my throat, before gently stepping backwards to help Bella to her feet. Bella untangles her limbs from mine stiffly, and I'm sure it looks rather comical from where Renee and Charlie are seated.
Once Bella smoothes down her shirt, keeping her flushed cheeks covered by her hair. I take her hand in mine and turn towards our two people audience.
"Renee." I smile weakly. "Charlie." I nod in his direction. Yip, from where they were sitting, they certainly did not miss a damn thing.
"Hi, Edward," Renee greets cheerily. Charlie grumbles something in greeting, pushing the neck of his beer bottle between his lips in what I believe is an attempt to stop himself from giving me a verbal lashing.
I pull Bella behind me into the living room where her parents are seated.
"Seems like the weekend did you two good." The mischief in Renee's eyes is unmistakable.
"Yeah," I chuckle nervously, shoving my free hand into the pocket of my jeans, averting my eyes in embarrassment.
"Bella's been smiling non-stop ever since you got back." Renee is on a fucking roll.
"Is that so?" I inquire cockily, turning my gaze to Bella, who seems to be fascinated by something on her shoe.
"Mom," Bella mumbles in an attempt to get Renee to stop, and in that moment she reminds me so much of Charlie…in a very non-creepy way.
I force my mind not to wander to the image of Bella with a moustache and squeeze her hand reassuringly. She lifts her gaze to mine, and I wink. A small smile tugs at the corners of her freshly ravished lips, causing my own to smile back reflexively.
"I think I lost my appetite," Charlie complains loudly from the sofa. I hear a slapping sound which could only be attributed to Renee socking him one.
Bella and I both chuckle softly, still keeping our eyes focused on one another. I could drown in her eyes. Cliché right? Well, it's cliché for a reason, 'cause that shit happens to people…often…apparently.
I'm so utterly and completely fucking fucked.
xoxo
Renee, Charlie and I are sitting in the living room after eating way more than four people should be allowed to eat in one sitting. Renee made fettuccini alfredo, and if you know me, you'd know I gobble down pasta like a fucking machine. Needless to say, it was goooood.
Bella's somewhere in the kitchen, the faint panging of pots and pans piercing through the soft tones of some CD playing in the background. I need to get this girl a fucking TV.
"What's she doing in there?" I ask lazily, trying to twist my body around in the chair to take a glance in her direction. Unfortunately, I'm unsuccessful. Having eaten twice my body weight in pasta, moving only an inch seems like walking a mile right now.
"She baked when she got home," Renee explains softly, her head lulling on Charlie's shoulder.
"Oh yeah?" I ask, secretly hoping it's not carrot cake. It would be terribly inconvenient having to lick the cream cheese frosting from Bella's nipples in her parents' presence–even more so than humping their daughter against the wall.
"You guys ready for dessert?" Bella announces cheerfully behind me. We all groan in unison. I can't even imagine eating one more fucking thing.
She walks past me with a platter of prettily decorated cupcakes, offering Renee and Charlie some first. I eye her ass unabashedly as she bends over slightly. Both of them reluctantly take one, but I can see Charlie practically salivating at the mouth.
It does smell amazing, I must say.
I'm next. Bella turns toward me with a small smile and lowers the plate to eyelevel. I straighten up slightly and delicately extricate a frosted little cake from the plate.
"Thank you." I smile sincerely, before raising the cupcake to my mouth.
Oh, holy shitballs.
It's fan-fucking-tastic.
I wouldn't even know how to describe the light, fluffy delicacy I shoved into my mouth in one foul swoop. It's heaven in a bite.
"More please," I mumble with my mouth full before Bella gets a chance to turn and place it on the table.
She turns with a victorious grin and offers the plate to me once again. This time around, I take two.
"Hey, leave some for the rest of us," Charlie objects good naturedly. There's frosting and cake crumbs in his mustache which causes me to chuckle and cringe simultaneously.
"Looks like you have enough left," I indicate to his facial hair.
He wipes at it with the back of his hand.
"Smart ass," he comments before laughing reluctantly.
Bella places the plate on the table and then moves to take a seat on the chair opposite me. With one of the two cupcakes already jammed into my jaw, I make a grab for her wrist and unceremoniously pull her to my lap.
She falls back against me with a yelp, and I grin at her with my mouth still full. I won't tell her that her ass hit me right in the abdomen, causing most of my dinner to push back into my throat. I won't tell her, because even though I didn't think this move through, nothing compares to having her fine ass planted firmly in my lap.
She wiggles a bit to get more comfortable and finally settles with her back against the arm of the chair and her legs draped over mine.
"Comfortable?" I inquire with a mocking arch of my brow.
"Very," she replies dryly and wiggles her ass one last time for effect.
Sassy little minx.
"So, Edward," Renee speaks quietly. "How's the book coming along?"
"Just great, thank you, Renee." I smile at her and then turn my attention to Bella as I swallow the last of my third cupcake. "Bella is a fantastic editor."
"And you've only realized this now?" Charlie pipes in, causing both Bella and me to chuckle.
"I've known it all along, sir," I answer seriously, even though Bella and I are still smirking at each other.
I place my left hand on her knee and lazily rub up and down her thigh.
Bella slings her arm over my shoulders and run small circles with her fingers in the nape of my neck.
"Are these the cupcakes your parents told me about?" I ask, remembering how Charlie and Renee raved about it the first night we met.
"They are." She nods firmly, pursing her lips in fake seriousness.
"You baked them for me?" I ask tentatively.
"I promised I would," she replies softly, solidifying the fact that she would never break a promise made to me. The sincere look in her eyes tells me she's not only referring to the cupcakes, but also to the promise made in bed the night at the cabin. No more lies.
"Thank you." I lean in to give her a soft kiss in the corner of her mouth.
"You're welcome," she whispers, turning her head to place a similar kiss in the corner of my mouth.
"They're wonderful." I praise her earnestly, because they are, and I want more…of it…of her.
"So are you."
Her words catch me off guard, but instead of cringing away from it, all I can think is:
Please say it again
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And…? How was that?
For those of you that read the chapter titles, plumpkin (which is the title for this chapter) is a slang word for blowjob - or at least...THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! One of my wonderful readers pointed out that a plumpkin is in fact when a guy is getting a blowjob...wait for it...while taking a dump! OMGoodness! EPIC FAIL. I am under no circumstances into shit - pun intended - like that! LOL! I'm leaving the chapter title just as it is...I find it too hysterical, entirely inappropriate and wholly ironic (seeing as E is getting a bj from B in a toilet stall) to even think of changing it.
Thank you for sticking with this story. I appreciate it SO VERY MUCH.
With love…
Your Mistress
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