A/N WARNING! Fun, lemony chapter ahead. Lol. Enjoy!
Chapter 27
Edward Pov
Sometime at the end of May...
Isabella sat on my lap, clad only in her white lace see-through bra and matching thong, nipping on my neck languidly. We were in her room, having arrived from school only about fifteen minutes prior. Chief Swan was still at work, and we were taking advantage of having the entire house to our disposal.
If only he knew what was happening in his absence...
I leaned back, propping my hands on the bed as I enjoyed the lavish attentions my girlfriend was paying me. It had been only about a couple of weeks since we had started having sex without a condom, and I could honestly say I was pretty much acting like a fucking nymphomaniac. In those short two weeks, I had managed to have more sex than I've had in my entire life. Whenever I had the opportunity, I would corner Isabella, my body craving her with an intensity that fucking scared me. To my surprise, she didn't protest as much as I would have expected, and I think she actually enjoyed the animalistic part of me that was starting to surface.
In the span of fourteen days, we'd had sex at least twice a day, in every position and place imaginable: my bedroom, her bedroom, my shower, my bathtub, her living room, her kitchen, my foyer, my car, her back porch, and even the woods. It was a little messy, indeed, but that was a small price to pay in return for the intensified pleasure. In short, I was out of control in Isabella's presence, as I couldn't seem to be able to keep my hands off her. Bareback sex was fucking amazing, and I couldn't have enough of it.
Isabella licked my earlobe, and I let out a throaty moan, my dick practically begging me to be let outside the confines of my jeans.
"Bella, baby," I breathed, stroking the inside of her thighs, my eyes heavy with lust. "I want you so bad."
She moaned softly, smashing her lips to mine violently. This only served to arouse me even more, if it were possible, and I grabbed her waist roughly, freeing my mouth from hers and attacking her breasts. I bit them gently through the thin material, and she threw her head back, pushing her chest forward eagerly.
Impatiently, I reached for the clasp and removed the bra, latching my mouth on the hardened flesh of her nipples. She gripped my hair with one hand painfully hard, while she reached down with the other to unbutton my jeans. Her deft fingers slipped inside my boxers, and she began to stroke me fast and with determination.
"Oh, God," I moaned, desperately clutching at her. I was going to come, and I was going to come hard.
All of a sudden, a loud noise echoed through the room, startling both of us. I swore under my breath when Isabella removed her hand from my dick, preparing to get up.
"Where are you going?" I asked in a husky voice, not letting go of her.
"It's my phone," she said, shrugging apologetically. "It could be Charlie, and you know he freaks out when I don't answer it."
I groaned, running a hand over my face. "Jesus Christ, Bella. Just be quick. I'm so hard it's already painful."
She jumped to her feet quickly, running to the opposite side of the room, where in my haste to get her out of her dress, I had thrown her bag carelessly on a chair. Leaning down to search for the damn phone, she gave me a fantastic view of her ass.
I gripped my hair in frustration and got up. I walked over to her, unable to resist the temptation.
God, how I wanted inside her.
She found the phone and frowned at the screen before taking it to her ear. "Hey, Rose. What's up?"
Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I pressed her body flush to my chest as she listened intently to what Rosalie said on the other side of the line. My hips seemed to have a will of their own as they started grinding against Isabella's ass in a very suggestive way.
I was so fucking horny, I couldn't even remember my own name. My balls literally hurt.
"Yeah, I think I still have it here somewhere," Isabella said, leaning back into me, her eyes closed.
In a series of frantic movements, I pulled away from her and removed both my jeans and boxers, tossing them haphazardly in the middle of the bedroom. I took hold of Isabella's thong and began pulling it down, kissing my way from her ass cheeks, to her thighs and the back of her knees as I went.
"Uh huh," she said into the phone distractedly, giving me a heated look over her shoulder. "Can I call you back later? I'm in the middle of something right now..."
She was just about to end the conversation, when I heard Rosalie's muffled voice again.
"Listen, Rose..." Isabella started, but Rosalie cut her off, causing her to stop mid-sentence.
Fucking bitch.
My patience was wearing thin, and I grabbed her hips with one hand, pushing her upper body forward with the other, so that she was gripping the back of the chair. Her back arched as her ass went up in the air, teasing me in the most delicious way.
"I can't wait anymore," I whispered in her ear, before parting her with my fingers and slowly pushing my way inside her.
She bit her lip in an attempt to be quiet as I started thrusting at a moderate pace.
"I have to go," she squeaked into the phone abruptly, before pressing the red button and tossing it on the floor carelessly. "Oh, God, what are you doing?" she moaned over her shoulder, her eyes wild.
"I'm having sex with you," I groaned, picking up the pace. "You're so hot," I said breathlessly, my head falling to her shoulder, and I started dropping kisses wherever my lips landed.
"Fuck, Edward," she panted, her hand reaching back to claw at my hair.
A few feet away from us was her full-length mirror, and a lustful, perverted idea struck me. I pulled out of her, and she looked at me sideways, obviously wondering what I was doing. Grinning, I circled her waist with my right arm, and led her in front of the mirror, placing her palms on each side.
She chuckled, liking the idea, as her amused eyes met mine in the reflection. I slipped back inside her, covering her delicate hands with mine, and almost immediately increased my pace. The angle was a bit awkward as I was much taller than her, but we somehow made it work.
She whimpered, resting her forehead on the mirror, her hot breath starting to fog it. Wanting to feel the heat of her body, I pushed forward, trapping her between me and the mirror.
God, the sight of us, having sex in front of the mirror was just too fucking much, and I had a hard time thinking coherently. I wanted to fucking devour her. She was so beautiful. She was perfect. Perfect for me.
"Please," she whispered, so low I could barely hear her.
"What is it?" I asked lowly, my groin burning with the need to come.
"I'm so close... so close," she whined weakly as my fingers found her clit, and I firmly rubbed the sensitive flesh.
She pressed herself against my hand, needy, and my eyes almost rolled to the back of my head with the restrain to keep the fast-approaching, mind-numbing orgasm at bay. I growled savagely, pumping my hips so fast, the mirror rattled and threatened to fall from its hinges.
I was throbbing inside her as I struggled to keep control over my body. I continued to thrust forcefully, until I was rewarded with a screaming orgasm from her. That pushed me over the edge, and I let go with a shuddered moan, spilling into her.
I kissed her neck passionately as I pulled out of her, my knees threatening to give up.
"God, I love you," Isabella said, her eyes closed and her breathing labored. "You should get a medal or something."
I chuckled. "A medal? What for?"
She turned around to face me. "Sex skills." She grinned hugely, slapping my ass playfully.
~~ 0 ~~
"Edward!" Alice's shrill voice rang from the hallway, and before we even had time to react, the door burst open with such force it slammed into the wall.
My sister stood in the doorway, her eyes widening like saucers as soon as they landed on us.
Isabella scrambled from my lap, frantically trying to cover herself with the comforter.
"Alice!" We both yelled in unison.
"What the fuck is it with you lately?" I hissed, attempting to cover my erection with a pillow. "Did you forget how to goddamn knock, when you're about to invade someone's privacy?"
"Um..." She stepped inside shyly, biting on her lip guiltily and giving us a sheepish smile. "Sorry. But it's not like you guys are completely naked or anything..." she trailed off, taking a look at Isabella, "...yet."
"Well, we could have been," Isabella said mortified, clutching at the comforter wrapped around her like a shroud. I was still in my gray sweatpants, my t-shirt having been tossed on the floor only minutes prior, while Isabella had on just her boy shorts and nothing else.
"What the hell do you want?" I barked, fucking pissed off at her.
She grinned. "Emmett called. We're going to the meadow."
Isabella perked up immediately, looking interested. "The meadow?"
Alice bounced up and down, clapping her hands excitedly. "Yeah. The meadow is this cool place deep into the woods we discovered a couple of years ago. It's huge and full of blue and yellow wild flowers..."
"It sounds lovely," Isabella said, and Alice nodded furiously.
"It is."
"Wait a fucking minute. We..." I gestured between me and Isabella, "... are not going anywhere."
"Why?" Alice whined, pouting.
"Yeah, why?" Isabella asked, looking at me surprised.
If I could, I would have strangled them both with the glares I was giving them. "Why? Because I have blue balls, that's why. I'm not going anywhere, and neither is Bella."
Isabella elbowed me in the ribs hard. "Stop being such an asshole."
"Yeah, Edward. Bella's a big girl. She doesn't need your approval to do anything. You can stay home if you don't want to come with us."
I yanked the pillow from my lap, throwing it at Alice and hitting her over the head. "Get out."
She gasped, freezing for a moment before blowing the hair from her face. "You jerk!" Leaning down, she grabbed the pillow, throwing it back at me with incredible force for such a small creature. I tried to dodge the blow, but it hit me in the chest, knocking the wind out of me.
"Fuck," I gasped for air, flipping her the bird as I collapsed on the bed.
"So," Alice said calmly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Are you coming, Bella?"
Isabella's eyes slid over to me cautiously. "Well, if your brother comes too..."
"I refuse to acknowledge him as my brother. He was raised by the Mountain Gorillas from Uganda. You know, Edward, maybe sometime in the near future you should go visit with your hairy relatives and spare us the torture of having to endure your presence. I bet you would get along just fine."
Isabella snorted a laugh, and I narrowed my eyes at her menacingly.
She ignored me. "You know what, Alice? You can count me in. Just give me some time to shower and get dressed."
"Great!"
"What?" I gaped at Isabella. "You're leaving me here alone?"
"Yes, so you'd better decide if you want to come along or not," she said firmly, giving me a pointed look.
"Awww, come on, babe. Don't do this to me," I pleaded, giving her my best puppy eyes.
"Yes or no, Edward?" she asked in an icy tone, and I knew she was not to be argued with, or else I wouldn't be getting laid ever again.
I sighed exaggeratedly, kicking at the mattress with the heel of my foot. "Fine! I'll fucking go."
"Double great!" Alice smiled hugely, turning around and heading for the door. "I'll see you guys downstairs. I'm going to pack a picnic basket." She tossed us another smile over her shoulder, before stepping out and closing the door behind her.
"Fucking great," I muttered under my breath, getting up to search for something to change into.
Isabella's hand came to rest on my shoulder, stopping me.
"What?" I said gruffly, my back to her and my feet touching the floor as I sat on the edge of the bed.
"Make it quick," came her reply.
"What?" I spun around to gape at her.
"You heard me." Her tone was serious, but I could see the corners of her mouth twitching and threatening to lift into a smile.
"Really?" I asked hopefully, my dick already standing to attention.
She let out a soft chuckle, rolling her eyes at the eager expression on my face. "Yeah, really. But you have to make it quick."
I grinned as if I'd just hit jackpot, and quickly joined her under the comforter. "No problem. I'm so horny, I couldn't last more than ten minutes even if I wanted to."
Isabella laughed, amused. "You're awfully horny lately."
"Yeah. It's just... having sex without a condom is so new to me, and it feels so good, that only the thought of being inside you like that, with no barrier between us, makes me insane with want."
"I know. I like it, too."
I kissed her pouty lips gently, gazing down at her mischievously. "You wanna take bets on whether I can get you off in under five minutes?"
"No fingers. Just on contact," she challenged.
"Ten minutes then. It's harder that way."
"Eight."
"Fine. Start counting."
I didn't bring her to orgasm in eight minutes. After five and a half, I was more than ready to come, so I eventually cheated, and after nine torturous minutes of holding back, I used my fingers to make her climax.
We had just gotten out of the shower, and were putting on clothes, when Emmett's obnoxious loud voice rang from the hallway.
"Yo, Edward! Come on, man, get your asses moving, we have to go!"
Isabella finished buttoning her jeans, then put her sunglasses on top of her head. "Jeez, it's like that boy was born with a megaphone attached to his mouth; he's so loud."
I rolled my eyes, pulling a t-shirt over my head. "Tell me about it."
"Eeeedwaaaard! Beeellaaaa!" He drawled our names with obvious amusement in his voice. "I'm coming in, so if you're having crazy monkey sex, you'd better cover up now!"
"That motherfucker has no shame whatsoever." I shook my head, annoyed. "My parents are home."
Seconds later, the door burst open, revealing the biggest idiot on the planet. He stepped inside, taking in the ravaged bed and smirking knowingly. "Man, this rooms reeks of sex. You should open a window or something."
I grabbed my things, showing him the middle finger over my shoulder. "Fuck you."
"No, thanks. I don't do guys. Only my Rosie can screw me."
"Why the fuck did you come up here, Emmett?" I said, shoving my phone and wallet into my pockets, and grabbing my sunglasses.
"To annoy you, of course. And to drag both of you downstairs. Alice has been pacing the living room for the past fifteen minutes."
"Yeah, yeah, let's go," I said, turning around and grabbing Isabella's hand. "We're ready."
~~ 0 ~~
"You want a strawberry?" Isabella asked, holding one between her fingers. We were at the meadow, sitting on some wool blankets Rosalie had brought from her house. We had enjoyed the picnic my mom and Alice had packed for all of us, and were now watching Alice and Rosalie trying to beat Jasper and Emmett at soccer.
"Yeah." I nodded, leaning towards her.
She slid the fruit between my parted lips, and I bit down on it, some of the juice trailing down my chin. I raised my hand to wipe it, but Isabella stopped me by quickly gluing her mouth to my chin and cleaning me off with her tongue.
"Mmmm," I moaned appreciatively, not wasting any time in planting a firm kiss on her deliciously tasting lips. "God, you're so hot," I murmured between kisses, my eyes roaming all over her sexy body.
She chuckled, running her hands through my mess of a hair. "You say that a lot lately."
"That's because you are hot. I feel like I can't get enough of you. I can't keep my eyes off of you. Especially your breasts. I think they've grown or something."
She blushed, averting her gaze.
"What?" I asked, curious about her reaction.
"Uh, well... I gained a few pounds..."
"And?" I smiled, not getting the point. "You seem embarrassed."
She rolled her eyes at me like I was being an idiot. "I am. Girls don't like to gain weight, Edward."
I frowned, my gaze trailing over her instinctively. "You look fine to me. I like your curves."
She snorted unceremoniously. "That's why you've been wanting to have sex doggy-style so often, lately?"
I grinned, running my hand up her thigh and cupping her backside. "What can I say? You have a fantastic ass, babe."
"Yeah, right. I'm getting fat."
I stared at her, not believing what was coming out of her pretty mouth. "Are you delusional? I honestly think you have no idea about what being fat really means."
Isabella had made extraordinary progress in the short time she had been seeing Kate, but there were still things she needed to work on. One of them was the way she viewed herself. That fucking sleaze of an ex-boyfriend had really brain-washed her when he implemented his own fucked up ideas about what the 'perfect' woman should look like in her naive head.
"Whatever," she huffed, turning her head to look at my sister, who was trying to to get the ball from Jasper by wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him back to her. He laughed, screaming 'foul' and attempting to peel her off of him. "I plan on starting a diet anyway."
My head snapped to my apparently out-of-her-mind girlfriend. "You're not starting a diet. Are you crazy?"
"No, I'm not crazy, Edward. I just want to keep my figure, okay?"
I sighed in frustration, putting a finger under her chin and making her look at me. "Read my lips. You. Are. Beautiful. I forbid you to even think about dieting."
She rolled her eyes, slapping my hand away. "You can't forbid me anything."
"Yes, I can," I said stubbornly.
"Oh, yeah?" She crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "Why is that?"
"Because I'm your boyfriend."
"And that gives you the right to boss me around?"
"Exactly." I grabbed her chin again, pulling her face to me for another kiss. "No dieting. I mean it."
"Yo, Edwardo!" Emmett suddenly yelled, interrupting us. "Let's play some soccer, man."
Later that evening, as the sun was starting to set, and the air was starting to become chillier, Jasper and I grabbed some rocks, arranging them in a circle. We found some kindling, sticks, and some large dry chunks of wood, and started a campfire to keep us warm. After that, I walked over to Jasper's car that was parked just a few feet away from us and opened the trunk, grabbing my hoodie and Isabella's light jacket. I pulled the hoodie over the t-shirt I was wearing, and handed Isabella her jacket before plopping my ass down on one of the blankets, stretching my hands to warm them up over the blazing fire.
It wasn't long before Jasper started rambling about scary urban legends, and we all rolled our eyes at his eagerness to share one with us. He always liked to do the same thing, especially when we went camping, telling ghost stories that usually freaked the crap out of the girls. The first time we went camping together, one of his stories scared Alice so bad, the night after she sneaked into my bed, and the next morning I found her wrapped around me like ivy, the comforter pulled over her head, and her face buried in the crook of my shoulder. She refused to sleep alone for an entire week.
"Jasper, we don't want to hear any of your stupid stories." Alice frowned. "Right, Rose?"
Rosalie gave her brother a pointed look. "Right."
Jasper grinned, pleased. "Oh, this is priceless. I merely mentioned it, and you two are already freaking out."
"Let's hear it," Emmett said, pulling a frowning Rosalie closer to him.
Jasper stole a glance at Alice, who was glaring daggers at him. "I promise it's not that scary."
She huffed. "Whatever."
"One day a man was taking a ride on a train," he began his story, and we all listened intently. "That day, a woman walked in, and sat down across from him, wearing what looked like an old fashioned white lace wedding gown, and holding a white bundle in her arms. The man said hello, but she just cradled the bundle in her hands, and stared out the window. After about an hour, the woman looked at the man and smiled. She started to talk, but no words came from her mouth. Then she laughed soundlessly." Jasper paused for effect, and we looked at him expectantly.
"The confused man shook his head and tried to ask her what she was saying, but she only looked towards the window and laughed some more. All of a sudden, she gripped the bundle in her hands tightly and silently screamed in horror before fainting in her seat, the bundle still clutched in her arms. The man ran to get help, but when he got back with a staff member from the train, the woman was gone. He described the woman to the staff member, who raised his eyebrows and chuckled at the disturbed passenger. He explained that he must have seen the ghost of the train."
Alice sighed, shaking her head and wrapping her long cardigan around her tighter. Isabella listened intently, curiously.
Jasper continued. "The staff member told the man that a newlywed couple was on their way to their honeymoon, when the new husband stuck his head out of the window to declare his love for his new bride, for all the world to hear. Tragically, a loose wire of a passing train sliced through his neck, nearly decapitating him and killing him instantly. When the staff heard the screams, they came to find that the woman was cradling her husband's head in her hands, and the body was lying on the floor. The staff member said that the woman was sitting in her husband's pool of blood. They say that the woman went mad, and spent the rest of her life in an asylum, until she cut her own head off."
Jasper finished his story with a firm nod, then looked at us.
Emmett burst into laughter. "This story wouldn't scare a five-year-old."
"It's an urban legend, man," Jasper said, shrugging. He grabbed a Mars chocolate bar, tore off the wrapper, and took a large bite.
"My turn." Emmett grinned, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Legend has it, that during a biology class, the students in one class were asked to take swabs of one parner's mouth and identify the types of cells. One male slash female team, was having some trouble identifying a cell that they found in the girl's mouth. After looking through all their notes, they gave up and called the lab assistant over. He looked in the microscope, and announced that it was a sperm cell."
Jasper and I laughed out loud, but the girls didn't seem too amused.
"That's gross, Emmett," Isabella said.
He smirked in return, looking from her face to my crotch, and arching an eyebrow suggestively.
She threw a bottle of water at him, and he laughed, blowing her a kiss.
"Emmett, that wasn't an urban legend," Rosalie said, sighing in exasperation.
"Yes, it was. And I know another one. Listen to this. First-year students at Med School, were receiving their first anatomy class with a dead human body. They all gathered around the surgery table, where the body was lying, covered with a white sheet. The professor started the class by telling them, 'In medicine, it's necessary to have two important qualities as a doctor. The first quality is that you're not to be disgusted by anything involving the human body. For example,' the professor pulled back the sheet, stuck his finger in the butt of the corpse, withdrew it, and stuck his finger in his mouth." Emmett mimicked the gesture by shoving his index finger into his mouth. The girls made disgusted faces at him. Emmett continued, unfazed by their repulsion. "'Go ahead and do the same thing,' the professor told his students. The students freaked out, hesitated for several minutes, but eventually took turns sticking a finger in the butt of the dead body and sucking on it. When everyone had finished, the Professor looked at them and told them, 'the second most important quality is observation. I stuck in my middle finger, and sucked on my index finger. Now learn to pay attention.'"
"Eeeewww!" Rosalie scrunched her nose, elbowing him in the ribs. "Oh my God, my boyfriend's an idiot."
He chuckled, pinching her ass and making her squeal. "I love you too, baby."
Isabella started shivering lightly next to me, and I put my hand on her back, slowly rubbing circles. "Are you cold, love?"
She nodded. "A little."
"Come here," I said softly, pulling her between my legs, her back to my chest. I unzipped my hoodie, and wrapped it around her, then zipped it back up. Luckily, it was large enough for the both of us. Isabella's head fell on my shoulder, and I buried my face in her hair, clutching her to me tightly.
It felt so good to hold her like that.
"I know another story," Emmett announced.
"We don't want to hear it," Rosalie said, latching her fingers through his curls and tugging firmly.
"Yes, we do," I said, my voice muffled by Isabella's hair.
"See? Popular demand, Rosie baby."
"Edward's one person, but whatever. At least tell us a story that's worth listening to."
He looked pensive for a moment, then grinned. "Alright. I know a scary one."
"Yes!" Jasper said excitedly. "Scare the crap out of us, dude. You have my blessing."
"First of all," Emmett uttered, his expression the epitome of seriousness, "I want you to know that this is a true event that happened sometime in the summer of '93, in Oregon."
Alice and Rosalie looked at him doubtfully.
"One weekend, a group of young adults went camping into the woods. They had fun; you know, barbecuing, drinking alcohol, listening to music, playing cards, and other stuff people do when they camp. As the night approached, the guys started a campfire to keep them warm, while the girls cleaned up the mess they had made during the day. A couple of hours later, they were all gathered around the fire, drinking beer as one of the guys was telling a ghost story to scare the already terrified girls. He was telling them the story of a little girl who had been drowned by her evil father in a nearby lake, and was now haunting those parts, taking out her anger on anyone who was misfortunate enough to cross her path. Suddenly, there was this loud noise coming from somewhere behind their tents that startled all of them. One of the girls was so afraid that she started crying. Her boyfriend, having had too much alcohol, was feeling brave and decided to check out the source of the noise. He got up, and despite his girlfriend's plea to stay put, he grabbed a flashlight, disappearing behind a thick curtain of trees. Moments later, his terrified screams pierced through the black night, sending chills down their spines. They all jumped to their feet, wide-eyed, their hearts beating erratically into their chests."
The murderous glare Rosalie was giving Emmett was too fucking funny, and I chuckled, hiding my face back in my girlfriend's soft hair.
"They stood like that, numbly staring at the spot where the screams had came from, none of them daring to move an inch. The minutes dragged by, torturously slow. Finally, one of the girls suggested they should go look for him. After some hesitation, they all agreed, except for the guy's girlfriend. She kept shaking her head from side to side, chanting things about something evil being in that forest. The four of them grabbed flashlights and some heavy sticks as weapons, following the guy's trails. The girlfriend crawled into one of the tents, cradling her knees to her chest as she listened for what she knew was about to come next. Piercing, horrified, helpless screams echoed through the otherwise silent woods, making her skin crawl and the hair to stand on her arms. Her friends were gone. Three days later, the police found the girl in the same position, with her arms wrapped protectively around her knees, her blank eyes staring at nothing, and her body shaking violently in fear. She had gone mad. The others were never found."
"You're a fucking jerk, Emmett. There's no way this story is true." Rosalie crossed her arms over her chest defiantly, but her eyes roamed over the woods surrounding us fearfully.
"It is true. You can google it when you get home, if you want."
Isabella pushed back into me, and I dropped a kiss on her temple distractedly. Seeing Rosalie so scared was always entertaining.
All of a sudden, there was a loud crack coming from somewhere not far away from us, and Rosalie almost jumped out of her skin. "Aaargh! What the hell was that?"
We all froze, and seconds later, Emmett's face broke into a dark grin. "Maybe it's the little girl."
"Shut up!" Rosalie whispered harshly, her eyes wild.
"You know ghosts can smell fear, don't you, Rosie?"
"Shut up!"
"Tonight, as you'll be lying in bed, in the dark, she'll come after you."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she yelled, hiding her face in her hands.
Isabella started fretting, and I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Are you okay?"
She turned her head to me, and smiled sheepishly. "Not really. I'm kind of freaked out right now."
I chuckled, kissing her cheek. "Relax. I'll kill any motherfucker that even tries to hurt you."
She smiled softly. "What if it's a bear?"
"I'll kill the bear, too. With my bare hands," I said, waggling my eyebrows playfully.
She laughed, stretching her neck to peck my lips. "Take it easy there, Chuck Norris."
Being the greedy bastard that I am, I deepened the kiss, slipping my tongue in her mouth.
"I want to go home. Now!" I heard Rosalie's hysterical shriek through a haze, before finally loosing myself into the kiss and blocking out everyone else.
~~ 0 ~~
"You're sure you don't want to spend the night?" I asked Isabella as she stood in the foyer, buttoning up her jacket, her bag hanging from her shoulder.
"I can't," she said apologetically. "Charlie would be pissed."
"Alright." I sighed, not pleased with her answer, but conforming. "Let me get my keys."
"I can give her a ride," Jasper said as he walked past us and leaned down to put on his shoes.
"It's okay, man," I assured him. "You'd have to detour to her house."
"I don't mind." He smiled up at Isabella. She smiled back.
"Fine," I huffed. I had to admit, I was a little pissed off that he'd offered. I was hoping to spend a little more private time with my girlfriend. "I'll see you tomorrow," I said to her.
"Good night." She lifted herself on her toes to kiss me gently, sensing the sudden change in my mood. "I love you."
"I love you, too," I said softly, only for her ears. Minutes later they both exited the house, and I stood leaning against the doorway, watching them head towards Jasper's car. "You'd better keep your hands off my girlfriend, dude," I called.
They both stopped in their tracks and turned around.
Jasper grinned mischievously. "Well, I'll have to see about that. You know, Alice and I decided to have an open relationship, so I might stop for a little while at Bella's house, to get to know each other better."
The blood rushed to my head instantly. "I'll fucking break your hands if even one of your fingers goes anywhere near her."
"You mean like this?" he said, draping his arm around Isabella's shoulders and twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.
I took a step forward, almost on instinct. "You really have a death wish, don't you?"
"Knock it off, you two," Alice said, coming to stand next to me. "Jasper, go home. And you, get inside."
I still hadn't forgotten how seeing her with Jacob, a month before, had made me feel. The rage coursing through me at seeing that motherfucker putting the moves on her was something that I had never felt in my life before. It was pure, excruciating, uncontrollable jealousy. It scared the shit out of me.
I still hadn't gotten my revenge for my busted lip, because Isabella had begged me to let it go, but I had my eye on that motherfucker.
One single word. That was all I needed. One word from his mouth, and I was ready to fucking kill him.
He'd caught me with my guard down once, and I wasn't going to let that happen again.
His ass was fucking toast.
A/N Thanks for reading! Next, Edward's birthday. I wonder who is going to show up uninvited... hmmmm...
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