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Chapter 27 – Never Gonna Give You Up

After my last final exam on Friday afternoon, I need nothing more than to de-stress — preferably naked. Instead, I head back to our apartment to start packing enough clothes for the next week, since Mom wants me to come back to Phil's house and hang out with them until I leave for Chicago on Friday to spend Christmas with Dad.

I also pack an overnight bag to spend tonight with Edward. I told Mom I'd be home by dinner time tomorrow, but I plan to stay at his place as long as he'll let me before he needs to kick me out so he can get started grading final exams. Not that I personally need the help, but at least I'll hopefully leave him in a good mood before he starts grading.

Edward texts me once he's home, suggesting that I pick up Mexican on my way. I call in our order then head out to pick it up.

He greets me with a kiss at the door, taking the bag with our dinner from my hand. After leaving my overnight bag in the bedroom, I join him in the kitchen.

"Any update on James since you sent me the text on Tuesday?" he asks as we dig into our meals. "I've been keeping my ears open, but I haven't heard anything."

"Jake heard that the pills in his room were definitely Rohypnol. He's facing charges for possession of a controlled substance. It's a Schedule IV drug, so if he's found guilty, the most he can get is a fine and three years in prison."

"That's something, I suppose."

"Well, he could get up to 20 years for distribution, apparently — depends on if he had enough pills that the authorities think they could go for the higher charge."

"You know it really was dangerous for your friend Jake to buy one of those pills and put it in James's drink."

"Jake didn't spike the drink himself; his friend Emmett did," I remind him. "Jake and James weren't exactly best buddies after Jake threw him out of my birthday party. Anyway, I know it was illegal, but the guy Jake bought the pill from apparently used to be a good friend. Quil's not going to squeal or blackmail him or anything like that."

Edward narrows his eyes, then shakes his head. "I know we're not supposed to talk about school," he begins, "but how were your finals?"

"Ok," I reply, letting out a long breath. "I'm happy they're over with… no more dick of an English teacher who gives us assignments over Thanksgiving break." Edward narrows his eyes again, and I break into a big smile. "Seriously, I'm just glad I never have to take a math or science class ever again!"

Edward chuckles. "It was even worse for me, having a father who's a doctor and couldn't understand why I didn't enjoy the same subjects he did."

"You said your mom ran an antiques store?" I ask hesitantly. He's rarely mentioned his mother since the day he told me about his family.

"Yeah," he nods.

"What did she study in college to do that? Art or something?"

He shakes his head. "History. It was a small, family-owned store that she took over managing for the elderly owners. I used to think it was cool when she'd bring me to the store, though I was never allowed to touch anything."

I smile. "Maybe there's a job for Jasper with his History degree, if he decides not to pursue Law. You know, I don't know what Alice is gonna do while he's back in Kennett for the next four weeks. At least you and I still be able to see each other occasionally.

"Oh, by the way… Mom wants to meet you sometime over Winter Break. I thought maybe later this week we could meet them for dinner? Is-is that Ok?"

"It's fine," he says, reaching out to touch my face lightly. "I'd like to meet your parents."

I frown. "I'm not sure about you meeting my dad. What if he remembers your name or — worse — meeting you at last year's parent-teacher conferences?"

"Bella," he sighs, "I love you. You aren't just some fling to me. I'm hoping that one day… you can be my wife," he says softly. I'm sure my eyes widen comically.

"I'll have to meet your dad eventually," he continues. "If he remembers me, then… we'll tell the truth about my being your AP English teacher. No one has to know that there was anything between us while you were still my high school student."

"I-I know, but…"

"No one has to know," he repeats.

I nod, giving him a small smile. "You really want to marry me someday?"

"I'm 28 years old — my goal is to settle down with the woman I love and start a family, when the time is right," he smiles. "And before you freak out, I know you're only 19. I know you're probably not looking to have children for several more years, and that's fine. We'll go at your pace."

I stare at Edward, biting my lip. Most of the time our age difference is really no issue for us, but this is one time when the life goals he's worrying about aren't mine. I just want to get through school and find a job paying a livable wage in a field that I enjoy. Would I like him to be by my side? Sure. I could definitely see myself marrying him. But being a mom is still so far in the future for me.

"Where is your head at?" he smiles.

"I-I can see myself married to you one day, but… there are things I want to do before I even think about having kids. My own parents had me far too early in their marriage, before they knew enough about each other to realize how incompatible they were."

He crooks his finger and I get up, situating myself on his lap. "I think you and I have a lot in common," he says, "and we're definitely compatible. But I'll wait for you to catch up to me. I don't want to rush you into anything. Just know that I intend to make you officially mine one day."

Smiling, I lean in to touch my lips to his.

"Why don't you go find a movie while I take care of the dishes?" he suggests, tapping my ass.

Now that finals are over, I'm in the mood for Christmas, so I sort through Edward's DVD options, looking for some type of holiday movie. When I find one, I get everything queued up and ready before he joins me in the living room.

"What did you find?" he asks, sitting beside me and taking me in his arms.

"Elf."

"Good choice," he smiles, and I hit Play on the remote control.

Though I've already seen it multiple times, I still smile and laugh through the entire movie. When it's over, I lie down with my head on one end of the couch and my socked feet in Edward's lap.

"You need a Christmas tree," I announce, looking around the room. "Seriously, it's only 10 days until Christmas."

"I left what few decorations we had in Chicago with Tanya — along with our tree," he shrugs.

"You can get a live tree," I suggest. "That's what Mom and Phil had last year. It was huge since he has a two-story living room."

"I have papers to work on grading tomorrow. I don't have time to go out looking for Christmas trees and decorations."

"So you can buy something after you're finished," I suggest. I'd be happy to go shopping with him.

"Not a live tree," he shakes his head. "It'll just die while I'm back in Chicago."

"You're really going?"

"I'm really going," he smiles, "though I haven't talked to Tanya yet. I really want to get the process started to become a single man. Maybe I can drive up with you on Friday."

"Together?" I question.

"We can follow each other," he suggests.

"Ok," I readily agree. I'd like nothing more than for Edward and Tanya to file for divorce as soon as possible.

"Do you want to watch another movie?"

I shake my head. "I've been kind of hoping for the chance to de-stress."

"Have you now?" he asks, a wicked grin on his face. "What did you have in mind?"

In answer, I rub my toes against the fly of his pants, smirking at how quickly he hardens.

"You want to play, huh? Go get naked on the bed."

God, I love it when he's bossy. Without hesitation, I jump off the couch and make my way to Edward's bedroom, shedding my clothes as soon as I get there. I leap onto the bed, making myself comfortable right in the center. After this stressful week, I just want to forget my own name tonight.

Edward follows just a minute or so later, and I see that he has my winter scarf in his hands. He must've taken it off of my coat.

"What's that for?" I ask, nodding toward it.

"What do you think? Put your arms up and grab the headboard."

A shudder runs through me when I realize he aims to tie me up. That sounds like fun, and with a knitted scarf as my binds, it shouldn't hurt at all.

"I have no idea how to do this," he chuckles as he starts wrapping the scarf around my wrists and the wooden posts on the headboard.

Once he's finished, he tugs his shirt over his head and moves to the end of the bed, wrapping one hand around each of my ankles and spreading my legs slightly.

"Did you ever touch yourself and think of me?" he asks playfully.

My eyes widen. "You-you mean before we had sex the first time?"

He nods.

"Yes," I confess, "but it didn't feel nearly the same as when you touch me." I wonder if Edward ever touched himself to thoughts of me, but I'm not sure he'd tell me if he did. After all, he was my high school teacher then; it was beyond inappropriate.

"Did you use toys?" he whispers before I get up the nerve to ask, sliding his hands up my calves.

"No!" I giggle. "I'd only been 18 for a few weeks, remember?" I hadn't set foot in a sex shop — still haven't.

"Do you have toys now?"

"I don't need any when I have your monster cock to play with," I grin. Also, I'd die if I bought something off Amazon and Alice or Jake saw the package!

"Mmmm… but it might be fun for me to use toys on you. Didn't you say you wanted me to give you so many orgasms you'd lose your mind?"

I swallow thickly, wondering if it's wrong that this conversation is totally turning me on. Or maybe it's just his hands steadily creeping up my thighs.

And just when I think Edward is finally going to touch me there, he lifts his hands. I give him the evil eye, but he just smirks at me as he touches my breasts with only the tips of his index fingers, slowly circling my nipples until they're hard and wanting.

"Will I find you wet, Bella?" he asks in the sexiest voice.

"Y-yes. Please touch me." Oh god, I'm so shameless.

Very slowly, he draws his fingers down from my breasts, causing goosebumps along their path. Smiling, he places one long middle finger at my entrance and slides it inside easily.

"Mmmm… you are wet for me." Gushing, is more like it.

I whimper as he pulls his finger out, tracing everywhere between my legs except where I really want to feel it.

"Stop teasing!" I whine impatiently.

"Is this what you wanted?" he whispers — finally, finally circling my needy clit.

Dipping his finger back inside me, he slowly moves it in and out, stretching me for that monster cock when he adds a second finger. His thumb moves to my clit and my breathing speeds up in time with his movements.

I watch in awe as Edward struggles to open his pants with his free left hand. He takes out his hard-as-a-rock dick, jacking himself off while he fucks me with his fingers. It's so fucking hot to watch him touch himself that I'm screaming out my orgasm in no time.

"Turn over," he orders, slapping the side of my hip.

I hurriedly flip over as best I can with my wrists tied to the headboard, sort of ending up crossing my arms. I can hear him taking his pants off before I feel his weight kneeling on the bed.

Edward grabs hold of my hips to lift them off the bed slightly, then impales me with that 8.5-inch dick without warning.

"Oh god!" I yelp. As much as I love looking at his face when we have sex, I do enjoy it when he fucks me from behind like this. Maybe it's because it reminds me of our first time, when he bent me over his desk, and maybe it's because I can feel every single inch of him this way.

I'm still so sensitive from before that it feels like no time at all before I'm coming again. And suddenly, that big dick is gone!

Edward helps me to flip back over and then he's inside me again, his pace never slowing.

"I like… this view better," he pants, staring down at my chest where my breasts are bouncing wildly back and forth from the force of his thrusts.

"You're such a guy!" I chuckle, but the joke is on me shortly afterward when he brings his fingers back to my clit, helping me to yet another orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" he yells, spilling inside me.

I close my eyes, throwing my head back as he pulls out of me. If there is such a thing as fucked silly, that's me right now.

"You are so beautiful," Edward whispers, and I slowly open my eyes, shocked by the awe on his face. "I love you so much. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen when you're freshly fucked. Your skin is flushed and covered with a light sheen of sweat. Your pussy is perfectly rosy pink and glistening with my cum."

"Yeah… about that…" It's probably seconds from leaking out of me onto the sheets.

"I'll take care of it," he says, jumping off the bed. I have no idea how he can just go back to acting normally right after he's just fucked me into oblivion. Me, I just want to crash here and never get up again.

When Edward comes back, he cleans me up, then crawls up the bed and carefully unties my hands.

"Was that Ok?" he asks tentatively, rubbing my wrists.

"More than Ok," I assure him, still totally blissed out.

He shakes his head, grinning at me. "I'm gonna get ready for bed."

"Edward?" I call after him, giggling. "What's my name?"


A/N: Check it out: youtube/ watch?v=APmoU74ZsG4

So James is in big, big trouble, and Edward wants to marry Bella one day. She's a little freaked out, since at 19 years old, she's not ready for marriage.

Edward isn't into tying girls up (note his comment about having no idea what he's doing), but he's trying to give Bella her fantasies. At least the ones he's comfortable with.

Next update on Thursday.

For a teaser: I heard this trivia on the 80s on 8 VJ Top 40 Countdown a few weeks ago. This song set a new record for the oldest female singer to have a #1 hit. The record was broken when Cher hit #1 with Believe over a decade later. Need more of a hint? The band had three different incarnations.