AN: Okay, here we go. The girls night out! Just to clarify timeline, the boys played a late afternoon round of golf and had dinner reservations about 8pm. So by the time they meet up with the girls it's around 10pm or so. The toast at the bachelorette party is not something I can claim as my own. I don't know who wrote it, a few people sent it to me in an e-mail chain letter and I thought it fit perfectly. A giant THANK YOU to LyricalKris who beta'd this the moment I typed the last line. Sweetie, I flove you and thank you so much for all your support!
I do not own Twilight or Sexy Back...carry on...
~oOo~
Ride it, Ride it, Ride it...Giddy Up
BPOV
"Let's have some fun this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick..."
Alice and Rose were dancing on the edge of the dance floor - well, more like grinding on each other - as Lady GaGa blasted through the speakers. I sat on the sidelines in our VIP purple couch-booth-table-thing cheering them both on. A few minutes ago I was up there with them, but I had to sit this one out. The ankle boots I was wearing were not meant for vigorous hours of dancing.
"Cosmo?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. I turned around and saw Angela holding a new pitcher of margaritas. "Yours was empty," was all she said as she filled the glass in front of me before sliding onto the seat.
I smiled, tipping the glass towards her in thanks. I was mid-sip when I heard Angela giggle. I looked over at her, raising an eyebrow in question. She shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "I was just thinking maybe it wasn't a good idea to skip dinner." I laughed along with her, thinking that she was probably right.
Earlier that day, after having brunch at Cafe Champagne - and after about three mimosas each - we headed over to the Olympus Women's Day Spa where we each partook in Total Bliss package. Three hours later, we had been scrubbed, moisturized, massaged, and wrapped and were relaxing in the hydrotherapy pool when Alice decided we should all get facials since we were already at a spa. And therein laid our downfall. The facials were another hour and half, and then we needed the lip balm treatment so that our lips would be kissable when we saw the boys. We ended up leaving the spa two hours after our original plan and were rushing to get to our dinner reservations at Tao - 30 minutes from Seattle in Federal Way. Needless to say, we hit traffic, and by the time we got there, they had already given away our table. After a few choice words from Rose, we piled back into the limo I had rented and headed back into Seattle. I couldn't remember who suggested it, but our new plan became grabbing food at the bars. I vaguely remembered potato skins but not if I actually consumed one or not. I was just glad Angela suggested we get to where we were supposed to meet the boys before we got any more trashed.
Now we were at Club Venom -Rose's contribution to the evening. I briefly wondered if they even had food when Alice plopped down next to me. I smiled at her, adjusting the 'bride-to-be' tiara that was perched atop her head. "Where's Rose?" I asked, shouting over the music. Alice pointed across the room, and I saw Rose walking up to the bar. I watched as she leaned over the bar, catching the attention of the bartender. A few seconds later, she was heading back to us with four shots.
"Compliments of the bartender," she winked as she set them on the table. We all cheered and picked up our glasses. With a clink of glass against each other, we threw our heads back and downed the drinks. I almost choked on mine when a guy walked by Rose and casually grabbed her ass. She slammed down her glass, pivoting on her heels.
"Whoops, my bad, guess my hand slipped," the guy smirked, thinking he was hot shit. I grinned at Alice, both of us knowing Rose wouldn't take that very well. She reached out with her hand, grabbing the guys crotch in a vice grip. His face immediately registered pain as he doubled over, trying to remove himself from her grasp.
"Whoops, my bad, guess my hand slipped," Rose countered, twisting her wrist.
"Okay now, tiger," I said, climbing over Alice and physically removing Rose's death grip on the mans wee-wee. As soon as she let go, he scampered away. "Well, that was fun."
"It was," Rose giggled, leaning into me. "He barely had enough to fit in my hand." She burst into laughter, holding my arm for support. Her laughter was contagious, and soon we were all in giggles. A techno version of "Womanizer" by Britney Spears came on, and Rose and I began dancing together in front of our table. In the middle of the song a guy walked up and tapped us both on the shoulder.
"You are two of the fucking hottest things in here." Rose just smirked at me. "I got $100 cash right here if you kiss her." He pointed from Rose to me, waving that $100 bill in his hand.
Rose looked at me and shrugged. "It's not like I haven't done it for less." She reached her hand around my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. I heard Alice and Angela letting out cat-calls behind us as I wrapped my arms around my friend. Her lips were soft, and she tasted like oranges from the lip gloss she wore. Rose began moving her head and making low moaning sounds as she played up the kiss. I tried hard not to laugh as I heard a 'holy shit' come from our new friend. Rose pulled away, placing one chaste kiss on my cheek before holding her hand out for the money.
"Fucking spectacular," he whispered before walking away.
Rose turned back to the table and held the $100 above her. "Free drinks!" She said gleefully, plopping down next to Angela. "And we do look hot! Especially that dress, Bella." She winked at me, and I gave her the finger. Rose had picked out my dress on a recent shopping trip we went on. Well, she didn't actually pick it out. She found it on the rack and encouraged me to buy it after I tried it on. It was more, I don't know, wild than anything I'd worn before - and definitely shorter. The black and white striped dress came to mid-thigh, hugging my curves appropriately (or so Rose said). It was sleeveless, and the top pretty much pushed my boobs up making it look like I actually had them. All in all, Rose did good.
I sat back down next to Alice as she was putting her cell phone back in her purse. Probably texting Jasper. I smiled at how in love my best friend was and reached over to hug her.
"What's this for?" she laughed in my ear.
"'Cause I love you."
"I love you, too." She straightened her tiara again. "So, have you heard from my brother tonight?"
I looked at her confused. "No, why would I? I don't expect to hear from him until he show up, probably drunk off his ass."
"Well, then at least he'll fit in," Angela giggled, falling against the back of the couch. We chatted for awhile about what the boys could possibly be up to. I remembered Edward telling me something about a golf game and then dinner somewhere. I had to admit that when we were planning this, I was secretly happy when he didn't suggest strippers and Vegas. Especially the strippers.
"Oooh!" Rose exclaimed, placing new drinks in front of each of us. I hadn't even noticed she left. She casually thanked the poor boy who followed her, carrying more shots and turned back to us. "I almost forgot!" She put her knees on the couch and leaned over Angela, grabbing something out of her large purse. She flung the objects on the table.
"Presents!" Alice squealed clapping her hands together as I reached for one of the books.
"Ride 'Em, Cowgirl? Rose, what the hell are these?" I exclaimed, waving the book in her face and managing to spill some of my drink in the process.
She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "Party favors?"
"Ooh, I like party favors!" Alice giggled as she leaned over me, grabbing one of the books. She faltered slightly - due in large part to the massive amount of liquor inside her tiny body.
"I figured you all could use some pointers in that area,'" Rose said, fingering her straw and then looking over at me. "Even you need to be prepared for the manwhore."
I gave her my best death glare, which was mediocre at best thanks to the alcohol. Ever since Edward's birthday, Rose had taken every opportunity to throw in smartass remarks about how I could do better and so on. I took it all in stride, knowing that she was doing it because she cared for me, but that didn't stop me from thinking how nice it would be to shove my straw in her eye-socket. Oh hello, tequila shot.
Angela picked up one of the 'party favors' from Rose and flipped through it, her eyes getting wide, before closing it and placing it back down on the table.
"I think I'm going to need more to drink," she said, leaning back.
Rose reached over and patted her on the shoulder. "Our little, virginal friend," she said, as we all started laughing. Angela playfully batted Rose's hand away, and I was happy to see that I wasn't the only who could blush that bright.
"Hey, I'm married! I'm not as virginal as you all think!" Angela blurted out at Rose.
"Hmm, it's always the quiet ones," Rose laughed.
As Angela defended her lack of innocence, I casually began flipping through the books Rose had purchased for all of us. Ride 'Em Cowgirl! Sex Position Secrets For Better Bucking. Yes, I was curious, sue me. Holy...can my body really twist like that? Mentally, I began remembering page numbers for later studying.
I felt his arms slide around my shoulders moments before I felt his warm breath tickling my ear. "Fuck, if that's what is considered the Ultimate Takedown, I will let you take me down anytime, anywhere." I hummed as Edward's lips found my neck. Turning my head to the side, I captured his lips with mine, not realizing how much I had missed him. The angle was a little awkward since he was leaning over from the next booth. But I didn't care. I didn't know if it was the alcohol or looking at all those damned sexual positions, but I wanted him. Now.
Never taking my mouth from his, I twisted around until I was on my knees facing him. I plunged my hands into his hair, gripping tightly and pulling him closer. He grunted at my forcefulness, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to climb over the divider and –
"Now here's the fucking party!"
Edward groaned at his cousin's outburst before pulling away from me. I think I actually whimpered from the loss. James plopped down onto the booth next to Edward and gave me a nod.
"What's up, Bella? Don't deny you're happy to see me."
I placed my elbows on the ledge of the booth and leaned over, tilting my head as I looked at James. "Question," I said, running my fingers down the side of his face until they cupped his chin. "Why do birds suddenly appear every time you are near?" I felt my grip tighten and watched as his goofy grin began to subside. He tried to pull away, but I held tight.
Margaritas make me strong!
I giggled at myself, my grip loosening on James. He pulled away just as arms wrapped around me and pulled me back from the booth.
"You have been a very naughty girl tonight," Edward whispered seductively in my ear, his voice sending shivers to every point on my body.
I turned my face toward him. "Hmmm?" I hummed, completely distracted by the closeness of my sex god. Keeping one arm around my waist, he slid the other hand into his coat pocket while his lips trailed kisses up and down the curve of my neck. My eyes closed and I leaned back into Edward's chest. His lips found my ear, and I'm pretty sure I let out some type of hooker moan when he nipped it with his teeth.
"Open your eyes," Edward whispered, his voice deeper than normal.
Very slowly, I opened my eyes. I don't know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't his cellphone. His cellphone with...wait, is that a picture of...?
"Oh," I breathed out, leaning forward to look at the picture. I could never understand why guys were so obsessed with girls kissing girls, but damn, we looked hot.
"Yes, you do," Edward said. Huh, I said that out loud? I opened my mouth to say something, but forgot it as soon as I felt Edward's body pressed up against the back of mine. And I mean, completely. "So fucking hot. And then I come here and I find you looking at this." He leaned us both forward so he could grab the book off of the table. "Do you know what this is doing to me?"
I'm pretty sure I can feel it.
Edward chuckled. Damn, I really needed to separate my thoughts from my words. "We will definitely be using this later." Edward gestured to the book before tossing it in the general direction of where my purse was. My mind began to wonder about what we would be doing later when Angela stood and cleared her throat.
"I know that the boys are here, but I want to give a toast to the bride-to-be."
Alice squealed, bouncing a little before leaning her head on Jasper's shoulder. He smiled and kissed her head before giving Angela his full attention. Emmett, on the other hand, was pounding his fists on the table chanting "Speech! Speech! Speech!" like a 5-year old. Angela stood a little higher, pushing her shoulders back, as she raised her glass.
"To one of my closest friends. A real man is a woman's best friend. He will never stand her up and never let her down. He will reassure her when she feels insecure and comfort her after a bad day."
I smiled, stepping away from Edward's arms, stopping next to Angela. Grabbing my glass from the table, I raised it up and continued Angela's speech. "He will inspire her to do things she never thought she could do; to live without fear and forget regret. He will enable her to express her deepest emotions and give in to her most intimate desires. He will make sure she always feels as though she's the most beautiful woman in the room and will enable her to be the most confident, sexy, and seductive woman." Alice smiled at me, happiness radiating from her in waves.
Rose pushed between the two of us, glass raised high. "Screw that, it's booze. Booze does all that. Cheers!"
"Cheers!" Angela and I chimed together, clinking our glasses with a laughing Alice.
"I'm glad you guys didn't save that one for the wedding," Jasper said, a twinkling of amusement in his eyes.
Edward walked up behind me, circling me with his arms again. He began rocking our hips side to side, gently swaying to the music as his lips found their way back to my neck.
Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!
I quickly spun around, using a confused Edward to help me steady myself. "Dance with me," I blurted out, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the dance floor.
I pushed my way through the herd of bodies until I found a spot toward the back wall. The song changed then, Justin Timberlake's "SexyBack" blaring through the speakers. Edward smirked and took a step toward me, pulling me against his body. His hands slid down my back, tickling my skin through the thin material of my dress, pausing just above the curve of my ass. Gently, he began guiding my hips with his. Back and forth. Side to side. Slowly speeding up with the tempo of the song.
It just had to be JT.
Edward was looking down at me like I was something to eat, and I smiled coyly at him before turning around so that my back was pressed up against his chest. I made extra sure that my ass slid against him. I knew it worked when he gripped my hips and held me against him. I could feel him, so hard, as we moved together. I slid my left hand over the arm that was wrapped around my waist, while my other hand slid up Edward's thigh, moving closer and closer until it brushed against the cool metal of his zipper.
"Fuck, Bella," I heard him groan as I ran my fingertip over the outline of his shaft.
I looked over my shoulder, and licked his lower lip. "I'm bringing sexy back," I sang along with the song.
The pulsing strobe lights flashed in Edward's eyes, and I saw them darken while his lips pulled up into a smirk. His lips brushed mine quickly before he started singing. My head fell back against his shoulder as his hands left my waist and started sliding up my thighs, pushing my dress up higher. I closed my eyes and let his voice, meant only for my ears, flow over me.
"Them motherfuckers watch how I attack, if that's your girl better watch your back, cause you're burning up for me and that's a fact."
"Take it to the chorus!" Emmett's voice rang out, loudly. So loud that I opened my eyes to see him dancing by himself in front of us, grinning. I felt Edward still behind me and then his hand left my leg, displaying his middle finger to his brother. Emmett just laughed as he danced his way over to Rose. I smiled watching him shake his ass around a still-standing Rose, who looked like she wanted nothing to do with her husband at that moment.
Edward's lips on my shoulder brought me back to the present, and I hummed in appreciation. "You look incredibly sexy tonight," he whispered in my ear. I do? I shrugged, nonchalantly, but inside part of me wanted to jump around screaming, "He likes it! He likes it!". Whoa, I've had too much to drink. And I need to get out of here.
"I agree with one of those statements. We do need to get out of here, but I don't believe you have had too much too drink."
I spun, thankful Edward's arms were there to steady my wobbling. "I said that out loud, huh?" He nodded, still smirking. "Well, screw it." I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine. The moment his lips touched mine, I threw everything into the kiss, my tongue aggressively exploring his mouth, tasting the alcohol and mints. I broke away, both of us panting. Craning my neck until my lips were next to his ear, I whispered as seductively as I could, "Let's get the hell out of here. I can't wait to ride you."
Whoa, where did that come from?
Edward's body let out a shudder. "Fuck, Bella," he said once again, only this time it was more like a groan.
I dragged Edward back to the table where I gathered up my things - and yes, I grabbed the book. Shoving it into my purse, I turned to see everyone else gathered around - well, everyone excluding James who was still out on the dance floor.
"Are we leaving?" Angela asked.
"We are," I answered, noticing I sounded a little rushed. Edward chuckled behind me.
Jasper put his arm around a wobbling Alice. "Yeah, I think we should take this party elsewhere."
"The hotel?" Ben asked and everyone agreed. Me? I just wanted to get the hell out of there so I could lick Edward in places you normally didn't see. I began pulling Edward towards the door, growling impatiently when I met resistance.
"What about James?" he asked, looking out at the dance floor.
"Leave him." Edward opened his mouth to protest, but was quickly silenced when I shoved my tongue in his mouth. He followed me quite willingly after that. Until we arrived at the limo.
"My car," he stated, pulling me back as I tried to climb in the open door.
"Seriously?" I asked. I pushed him against the side of the limo. "Your girlfriend is trying to get you back to the hotel where she wants to do unspeakable things to your body, and you keep thinking of random things like your cousin and your car. For once, can you just think with this?" I grabbed him through his pants and his eyes rolled back in his head. "Get in the limo."
A hand appeared between us and I looked up to see Ben. "I'll drive your car back."
Edward looked like he was about to protest but I squeezed my hand around him, and he quickly threw his keys at Ben. "No sex in the car!" he shouted after Ben and Angela while climbing in the limo. Once we were inside, Edward pulled me down onto his lap. When I was comfortably situated (after some necessary wiggling of course), Alice shoved a pink cup in my face. Looking around, I realized both Alice and Rose were holding the same style cups. I giggled as I realized they were Hannah Montana cups. Oh wait, I think I was the one who purchased them.
The ride back to the hotel was entertaining. Emmett and Edward started the "Who could moon the oldest person" game, and then started mooning Jasper when he declined to participate. Not gonna lie, I didn't mind staring a Edward's butt one bit. Alice, however, was horrified at seeing both of her brothers' asses shoved in her face. Everyone, even Rose, was cracking up as Alice pantomimed gouging her eyes out with her stiletto heel. I smacked Edward's bare ass, signalling that we were at the hotel, and he quickly pulled his pants back up. Alice, who was trying to put her heel back on and hold her full Hannah Montana cup, tripped climbing out of the limo, but thankfully fell into Jasper's awaiting arms.
"Graceful, Alice." I followed behind her, trying to keep my giggling to a minimum but failing horribly.
Alice noticed my laughing and turned around, shoving her cup in my face. "I just partied your USA, so fuck you!"
"I'll party your USA right now!" I shouted, not really knowing what I was arguing about. Alice took a step towards me, and I countered her actions. Almost at the same time, both Alice and I were pulled away from each other.
"Didn't you say something about riding me?" Edward whispered in my ear, and my body immediately responded. I let him lead me through the hotel and even let him grope me in the elevator. The moment we were inside the door, Edward had me pressed up against the it, lips and hands everywhere.
"I'm thirsty," I said suddenly.
Edward's head whipped back. "You're kidding me right?"
I shook my head. "Nope. I'm parched.
"Parched? You've gotta be fucking kidding me," Edward mumbled as he made his way over to the minibar. I waited until he had opened the little fridge (and yes, I admired his ass) before I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I kicked off my ankle boots as I stepped out of the dress and stood there, waiting for him to turn around with my hands on my hips.
"Well, this fucking minibar sucks. They only have bottled water and beer -" Edward trailed off as he turned around and saw me. I watched his eyes slide down my body, which was only covered by my lace undergarments.
I strutted over to him, trying to mimic those girls on Top Model - after Miss J was through with them - and grabbed the bottle of beer out of his hand. I took a swig, and then headed for the bedroom. When I reached the door, I paused and looked over my shoulder. Edward was still where I left him.
"Page 107, bottom right corner." I tried not to laugh as Edward nearly tripped over the couch in his haste to get to my purse and find the book. I continued on into the bedroom, leaning against the headboard in the center of the giant bed to wait for him. It didn't take him long to find it, and he was in the bedroom, ripping off his shirt in one hand while trying to hold the book in the other. I barely had time to place the bottle on the nightstand before Edward was crouched over me, wearing nothing but his boxers -wait, boxer briefs. Pardon me while I wipe up my drool. He began to place kisses leading up from my wrist to my shoulder while trying to talk.
"You" kiss "are" kiss "possibly" kiss "the" kiss "most" kiss "dangerous" lick "being alive." He ended his sentence by arranging us so that I was lying underneath that gorgeous body of his. My hands slid behind his neck, pulling his mouth down to mine. I needed to kiss him. Needed him like I needed air. That thought probably would have scared me had I not been filled with liquid courage. There was nothing gentle in that kiss - it was forceful and wet and just damn hot. Unfortunately, air was what my body needed while Edward was what I needed.
He held himself above me, gazing down at my now panting form. With a quirk of his eyebrow, he dipped his head down and began tracing his tongue around my belly button. My body arched up as his tongue dipped down, skimming the top of my underwear. His hands grasped my hips, hard enough that I knew there would be bruises tomorrow, and held me down as his tongue slipped under the lace garment. I fisted my hands in his hair, not knowing whether I was pushing or pulling him. I couldn't think straight as his hands released my hips and quickly pulled off my underwear casting it to the side. And any thoughts I had at all disappeared the moment I felt his mouth on me. Working me. Owning me.
I think I saw God.
He chuckled, kissing his way up my body as I willed myself to breathe. He nipped at my bottom lip, breaking me out of orgasmic high. Once my eyes finally focused on the beautifulness that was Edward, I noticed that he was smirking down at me. Cocky bastard. I gripped his forearms, and before he could figure out what I was doing, I flipped him over so that he was lying on the bed. Pushing myself up so that my naked lower half rubbed perfectly over his boxer clad erection, I ran my nails down the center of his chest watching his body shiver. I leaned down and licked a slow circle around his nipple, lightly blowing on it before kissing my way up to his neck.
"I believe I'm supposed to be on top," I whispered in his ear. I pushed myself back up and this time, I smirked down at him. He sat up slowly, wrapping one hand around the back of my neck. With his other hand, he gently pushed the hair that had fallen in my face behind my ear. The move was so intimate to me for some reason, the look in his eyes causing my breath to catch. As I finally took a breath in, Edward moved towards me, almost like I was breathing him in. I wrapped my arms around his back, crushing myself to him. My hips moved of their own accord, thrusting against his as he ravaged my mouth.
"Don't you have to turn around?" Edward asked breathlessly against my lips, his hips beginning to move with mine.
"Yes, but that also means you need to remove a certain item of clothing," I answered, kissing him quickly before scooting back, my hands going to the tops of his boxers. Edward reached out, stopping me and I looked up at him, confused. He winked at me and faster than I'd ever seen him move, he had his boxers off and thrown across the room.
This time, I crawled up his body as he lay back on the bed. Straddling his hips, he sat up and met me half way. I didn't think I could ever tire of kissing this man. Edward's hands found my hips and gently twisted, signaling me to turn around. I was a little nervous as I switched positions so that my back was against his chest. I had never been extremely adventurous in bed, and this was definitely pushing my limits. But I wanted to do it. And I wanted to do it with Edward.
I closed my eyes as Edward's mouth found purchase on my neck, and I relaxed, leaning back into him. His hands helped guide my legs so that I was straddling him again, my knees on either side of his hips, only facing the opposite direction. A moan escaped from one of us as I brushed up against him without any barriers this time. His hands slid slowly up my back until they reached my bra, releasing the clasp. He then slid his hands up to my shoulders, lips fluttering lightly against my back, and drew the straps down my arms until my bra pooled at my waist. I tossed it to the side as he cupped my breasts, kneading gently. But then he stopped moving, and I realized that he was giving me the control - letting me set the pace. Turning my head, I captured his lips once again. I was smiling when I opened my eyes.
"The bottle," I said simply. Edward looked confused until I gestured to the bottle of beer I had placed on the nightstand. He reached over and grabbed it, took a drink, and then handed it to me. Taking a deep breath, I swallowed all my nerves with the last of the beer. Edward placed it on the nightstand then laid back on the pillow. He grinned up at me, the damned crooked grin, and I smiled coyly back at him. Without a word, I lifted my hips up and guided him into me.
"Fuuuck," Edward groaned out, his hands immediately back on my hips.
I had to pause; it was just too intense this way. I could feel everything. It was so much deeper, so much more filling...just so much more. Placing my hands on his thighs, I began to move. Edward's hands never pushed, only helped guide me into a rhythm that soon had us both panting. I could feel it. I could feel him. That spot that everyone talks about but most guys can't ever seem to find - well, Edward found it. Over and over. My head fell forward, hair in my face, as the pleasure coursed through me. From this angle I could see him gliding in and out of me, and that visual only made me want him more.
"Oh, Edward, yes," I panted, rocking my hips back and forth. Edward's hands were in constant motion, moving from my hips, to my back, to my ass, back to my hips as if he didn't know where to hold onto.
"Bella, I can't - fuck, baby, I can't hold on much longer." He shifted his hips while steadily holding mine in place and began thrusting at a much harder pace. I gripped his thighs, leaning on them for support as I bounced above him. Without warning, little bursts of white light filled my vision as my orgasm rocked through me. I cried out as he never let up, only picking up pace as my body shook. I let him move me, as my body felt weightless, while he frantically pushed toward release. The only noises in the room were Edward's grunting and the sounds of our bodies moving against each other. After only a few minutes, Edward's body stilled and I felt him empty into me.
We stayed like that, with me resting on his thighs, while trying to catch our breath. Gently, Edward wrapped his arms around my waist and carefully pulled me off of him, moving me up so that I was laying next to him on the bed.
"That was fucking fantastic," Edward said, his smile huge. I could feel myself blushing, but I managed to reply.
"And that's only one position." His face lit up with mild shock, and I kissed him.
"Want some more to drink?" Edward asked as we broke apart. I nodded and watched him climb out of bed, butt ass naked, and walk out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with a bottle of water and a bottle of beer. He held them both up. "I didn't know which you'd want." He climbed back onto the bed but not before grabbing his shirt and tossing it to me. I smiled gratefully at him and pulled it on, then reached for the water. He chuckled, opening the beer. He sat back against the headboard, and I curled up next to him, resting my head on his chest. I was suddenly very tired.
"Mmmm...you smell like vanilla," I said, nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck.
His chest rumbled as he laughed. "Vanilla? Really, Bella? That's not very manly."
"So?" I asked. "Who cares? Vanilla is my favorite scent, and I like that you smell like vanilla. Therefore, that's all that should matter."
He laughed at my rambling while brushing back my hair. "This is true." He kissed my forehead. "Get some sleep, love. Before I ravage you again."
"Okay," I mumbled, feeling my eyelids getting heavy.
"Okay to what? The sleep or the ravage?"
I tried to hit him with all my strength, but I'm pretty sure I failed that mission as my arm flapped lifelessly over his stomach. I felt the water bottle being pulled out of my grasp, and then the bed shifted slightly before the room went dark. Edward sank back down on the bed; I snuggled closer, throwing my leg over his. As the darkness began to suck me under, I heard Edward's voice whisper softly through the air, almost dreamlike.
"Bella, what happened with Mike?"
I was confused. I had never mentioned this to him, of that I was sure. "Mike's an ass," I answered, my voice full of sleep.
"I know that, sweetie." Pause. "Did you go out with him?"
I sighed. This was a weird dream conversation. I didn't like it. "Unfortunately. Big mistake."
"Bella," Edward said, slightly exasperated.
"What? I dated asshole. Asshole turned into bigger asshole. Scary asshole. I left. End of story."
"What do you mean 'scary asshole'?" I felt his fingers under my chin. "Bella?"
I pulled my face out of his grasp. "I don't know if this conversation is actually happening, because I can't tell if I'm awake. I'm sleepy. Sleep is a good thing. Mike is an ass. Goodnight."
I heard my Dreamward sigh and kiss my forehead one last time before the dream changed, and Leonardo DiCaprio was opening some fancy ass door in a tuxedo.
~oOo~
"Who drove my car back here?" Edward asked, pulling the curtain back and letting the sun shine through the room.
"Ben," I answered from the bathroom, tightening the elastic around my ponytail. "I think."
"You think? Fuck. What do you mean you think?"
I rolled my eyes at my reflection while I applied lip gloss. "I told you to get a limo."
Edward leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, crossing his arms over his naked chest. "Yeah, I don't remember that conversation."
"Well, you may have been occupied with other things at the time," I smirked at him in the mirror.
His eyes narrowed playfully as he walked up behind me. "Would that other thing have been you?"
I turned around to look at him full on. "It better have been."
His hands gripped my waist, and in one smooth motion he had me sitting on the bathroom counter, my legs immediately wrapping around his waist. His face inched toward mine, and I turned away at the last minute.
"Hey! I just applied lip gloss," I shrieked, trying to move my face out of the way of his prying lips.
Edward finally used his hands, one on each side of my cheek, and turned my face so I was looking at him. "Gee, where are my manners?" he asked in a sultry voice.
"You know, I've been wondering that since I met you."
"Have you now?" He murmured into my neck. I closed my eyes, giving in to the feeling of his lips on my skin. His hands slowly slid up my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress higher.
"Edward, we have things to do. Places to be." I argued - a meek attempt really.
"Mmhmm," he agreed as his fingers found the tops of my underwear and began pulling them down. Still mildly protesting, I shifted my hips so that Edward could pull them down. I think I was mildly protesting all the way up until he pushed himself inside of me. Then I was begging - begging for more of him, begging for all of him.
Thirty minutes later, I was reapplying my lip gloss while watching Edward try to tame his hair which, no thanks to me, was sticking out in every possible direction. He caught me staring at him in the mirror and winked, sending my heart into a mini frenzy. God, he was gorgeous. I was lucky. Simple as that. I smiled back and walked into the bedroom. It was time to pack up all of the clothes that were strewn around the hotel room. After the fun that was just had in the bathroom, I never expected the serious tone or topic that came out of Edward's mouth next.
"Bella, what happened with Mike?"
I froze, one sock in my hand. Pieces of a distant conversation where Mike was discussed floated absently in my mind. I stood, clearing my throat. "What do you mean?"
Edward sat on the edge of the couch, watching me. "You said last night he was scary. And Jake mentioned something about him -"
"You talked to Jake about me?" I all but shouted as I rounded on him.
He held his hands up in front of him. "I didn't seek him out. Don't make it sound like that, Bella. We were talking. Mike drove by."
"And that somehow led to me? Good to know that two of you are such close friends now." I went to walk past him but he grabbed my arm.
"Hey, calm down."
"Calm down? Ok, fine. I'm calm." I pulled my arm out of his grasp and crossed it across my chest. "You wanna talk about the past? Let's talk. Tell me about the girlfriend who got you sent back here? Funny how you never mentioned her."
Edward sucked in a harsh breath and stood quickly. "I don't have time for this." He pushed past me and walked into the bedroom. I followed him, my anger growing with each step.
"Oh, now look who doesn't want to talk."
"Drop it, Bella." He began zipping up his bag which was lying open on the bed.
"Drop it? But you're the one that brought it up."
"I said, drop it, Bella." His tone was icy as he glared at me across the bed.
"Whatever, Edward," I scoffed. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before bringing up a subject you don't want to hear answers to."
"What answers?" he yelled, his anger coming full force. "You've told me shit! What are you hiding, Bella? Huh? Maybe you're past isn't so fucking perfect as you make it seem."
"I never said anything about my past being perfect, but at least I wasn't a fucking slut!" He recoiled as if I'd slapped him, and for a moment I felt bad. Maybe I had pushed it too far. But then he opened his mouth.
"At least not that we know of."
We stared at each other, silence piercing the room.
"Fuck you, Edward," I spat. I grabbed my overnight bag and stormed out of the room. I could hear him following behind me.
"That's good, Bella. Run away like you always do. Just like Jake said you did."
I didn't even look back as I slammed the door behind me. I waited until I was inside the elevator to collapse into tears.
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AN: This is soooo not where I planned this chapter to go. But once it started going that direction, I couldn't stop it. Don't hate me. It's for the good of the story, trust me!
And in case anyone wants to know, the sexual position on page 107 is called Lady Godiva. And yes this book exists...I own it.
