Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just dressed them in Ranglers, locked them in a barn and told them to play nice :D
sorry it's late! still job hunting and wallowing in self-pity... weh
Not much farther to go with this story but don't worry. I've got a oneshot, a drabble, another oneshot and an idea brewing :D
Chapter Thirty Seven
"You gonna get out of bed today, darlin'?" Edward asks as he pulls his jeans on.
"Probably not. I finished all of my meetings for the week yesterday," I yawn. "I think I'm going to lay around and be lazy today."
"Hmm. Sounds nice." He grabs his wallet and leans down to kiss me. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."
I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down. "Or you could stay home with me and we can run around the house naked," I offer as seductively as I can manage, given the fact that I just woke up and I haven't peed, let alone brushed my teeth.
"You know I would love to, darlin'."
"But..." I frown.
"But Mags and Liam left for their trip a couple of days ago and they asked me to make sure Jasper could handle everything on his own." He kisses my lips. "And we're getting a hay delivery this morning. There's no way I can expect him to take care of everything."
"You're right," I sigh, letting go of him, but keeping a hold of his thigh so that he can't stand up. "I guess I'll just skip around the house, baking cookies."
"I do love cookies," he whispers huskily.
I go in for the kill. "Naked."
"I do love naked," he swallows thickly.
"But alone," I sigh dramatically.
Edward clears his throat as he stands up. "I'll be back in an hour. Hour and a half tops."
"Really?" I sit up.
"Really. You better have cookies waiting." He grabs his keys and turns towards the door while I waddle to the bathroom. "And darlin'?"
"Yeah?"
"You better be naked."
And with that he shot me a wink and closed the door behind him.
I get to work and bake the best damn chocolate chip cookies ever fully clothed because that's proper food safety. The girls like them because after scarfing down six of them, they start bouncing around happily, showing off their new talent. I lift my shirt and watch as a stray limb shows up against my skin with their excitement. I remember when Edward witnessed it for the first time: first horror, then disgust and then finally intrigue. Now it's his favorite thing to watch.
I pick up the house and vacuum the living room before jumping in the shower.
"Bells? I'm home!" Edward calls from the bedroom while I'm rinsing off.
"I'll be out in a little while!" I yell.
"Or I could join you," he chuckles, opening the door, clad in only his boxers and the same smirk he had when he said goodbye earlier.
"By all means," I laugh, holding the curtain open so that he can step inside. "How's my boy?"
Edward wraps his arms around my middle and presses his erection into my backside. "He missed you."
"I'm sure he did. I was talking about my other boy." I lean into him. "Shortcake."
"Hmm. You really wanna talk about horses, darlin'?" he whispers into my ear as his hands move to cup my breasts.
"What?" I pant breathlessly.
"Shortcake. You were asking about Shortcake."
"Hmm, I bought some strawberries at the grocery store yesterday. I'd love some." I cover his hands with mine and he tightens his hold, causing me to groan out loud.
Edward chuckles as he massages my sore nipples with callused hands, making me melt against him. His erection is sliding against my back as I force one hand to trail south, over the baby bump and between my legs. His lips suck at the skin at the base of my neck as his fingers slide along my wetness and my hand flies up to my unoccupied breast to continue his previous work.
"Mmm, so wet," he mumbles against my skin. "And I'm not talking about the shower."
"Edward!" I yelp as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me while his thumb makes tight circles on my swollen clit. I want to lean against the tile wall, but my stomachs in the way, so I'm stuck panting and writhing in the middle of the shower while he works my body. When I come, my thighs clamp together so tightly I can feel his knuckles popping, but he doesn't say anything. My hands leave my chest to smack against the wall of the shower.
"Fuck!" I cry in a low drawn out moan. "Meee!"
Edward leans up and licks the shell of my ear. "Oh, I plan on it, darlin'," he whispers huskily before dragging me out of the tub and to the bed still soaking wet.
The girls are in the way. I can't feel him on top of me and I hate that. He lays me down tenderly before pulling me so that my legs and ass are practically hanging off the bed. I sit up on my elbows as he lines himself up, and the second he enters me, I fall back against the mattress with a pleasure filled sob.
"I love you," Edward grits out, wrapping my legs around his hips so that he can hold onto my ass while he thrusts.
"I love you, too," I pant as my second orgasms washes through me.
I'm so sensitive lately that I've become somewhat of an orgasm whore. Edward loves it and I'm not complaining.
He moves his hand to massage my clit, but I'm in sensory overload and scream for him not to. Instead he lifts my hips higher and starts thrusting harder, hitting my sweet spot repetitively until I clamp down on him so hard, I force his orgasm on him.
We take a second shower, but I'm completely spent, so it's strictly cleaning purposes. Edward's all smiles as we sit across from each other, eating chocolate chip cookies and milk. Mine's chocolate.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothin'," he smirks, taking another bite out of his cookie. A drop of milk seeps down his chin and down his naked chest.
The kitchen chair is uncomfortable, so he offers to rub my back while we watch a movie. We're naked because those were the rules of Lazy Wednesday. I sit between his legs on the couch and instead of rubbing my back, he plays with my stomach. The girls aren't moving much despite our activities, but every now and then a lazy limb will lash out against his hands.
"Are we ever going to get started on the nursery?" Edward asks when he realizes that we're both not focusing on the movie. He traces a few of the many stretch marks with his finger, tickling my taut skin.
"Yeah. I was thinking we could work on it this weekend," I yawn. "What do you think?"
"Sounds good." He kisses the top of my head. "Wanna go take a nap?"
"Can't we just nap right here? The bedroom is so far away. We have to change the sheets because their wet anyway." Another big yawn slips from my mouth.
"'K," he chuckles, pulling the throw off the back of the couch and covering both of us.
"Are you uncomfortable?" I ask once we've moved down on the sectional so that I'm on the inside and he's on the outside. We're packed like sardines, but not uncomfortably so.
"Nope. This is perfect." He kisses my lips before saying, "Go to sleep."
"Can we order pizza later?" I ask sleepily.
"Sure," he chuckles.
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