A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be going to church with me today. My hubs won't go, at least this way I'd have someone cute to sit next to instead of the old guys who are there alone, too. :D

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. This chapter's kinda hot. I got a little sidetracked...so sue me. :D

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She's so pretty... :)

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. They rock. You already know that. And mnp968...you know. :)

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. This chapter touches on another taboo subject that I kinda love. I don't know if the story will get around to exploring that issue...haven't decided. I know EBT would love it. Can we say "Outtake"? :D

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Chapter Fifty Four - Hot Tub … Edward …

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We eat, finishing off the meal my mother made for lunch. My father wanted to order, but you said no. Said you'd heat things up. No sense wasting good food.

I sit up a little taller when you suggest ordering in tomorrow, saving my mom from cooking then.

My dad smiles. He's coming around.

"Grandpa, can I have a cookie?" Claire asks, pointing to a tray of them on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, I think those are for the hospital's bake sale, I'm not sure," my father says.

"Please? I like that kind."

Claire bats her eyelashes. Smart girl.

My father starts to give in.

"Claire, you're fine, you don't need one," you say. "You had plenty to eat."

"Okay, Mommy."

Her face is sad, lips turned down.

"Claire," I whisper. All eyes turn to me. "Go ahead, you can have one. It won't hurt anything."

You look at me, questioning. I know you don't want to upset the balance, cause problems. I don't care. It's just a fucking cookie. Who cares what my mom thinks.

"Claire, you can have two," I say, our gaze never breaking. I see the smile in your eyes before I see it in your cheeks, on your mouth.

"Okay," you say.

I look over, our daughter carefully lifting the cellophane wrap on the tray. "Hey Claire?"

She turns, looks at me. "Huh?"

"Bring Daddy one, too."

I smile as you laugh, my father chuckling.

Things will be fine, I can feel it.

Claire doesn't last long. By the time we pull out of the driveway, she's already falling asleep. Luckily, the hotel had a suite available. It's nothing fancy, but it gives us a small bedroom where Claire can sleep while we watch television, talk.

It's been a long day, hard, draining. I want to be here for you if you need to talk, but you don't. You just smile and sigh. Easy. So Bella.

Lucky for me that you don't need to talk. That's not what I want. Not really, anyway.

I sneak into the bedroom, to our bags, pulling out the bathing suits I packed for us. This room has a hot tub, and I fully intend to use it.

"You wanna take a dip with me?" I ask, trying to find my most seductive voice as I hold up our suits.

"Edward," you smile. "Is it okay for me to go into the hot tub, with the baby and all?"

I don't know, but I don't really care. Except that I do.

Grabbing my laptop, I thank the heavens for free wifi in our room and quickly research hot tubs, their effects on pregnant women. I check our hot tub, happy to see a thermostat on the side.

"It says to set the temperature a little lower, otherwise no longer than ten minutes. So I'll set it for 100 and we should be fine. We won't be in too long, anyway. And you can sit on the side for a bit, it you like."

Your eyes get a bit hazy, you look over to the hot tub, sitting on our balcony. We're only one floor up, easy to see from the ground. Easy to see from other rooms.

You smile, a little bit of shy mixed with sex.

There's my Bella, the girl that likes a little voyeurism.

"Okay." You grab your suit from me, hurry to change.

I shut off the lights, strip down right there. Once the thermostat is set, I climb in, letting the bubbles soothe me. The door slides open, I look over to see you.

Your tiny green bikini fits you like a glove, the long strings dangling on your hips, behind your neck, down your back. Your belly is starting to show, a little bump there. I love it.

Holding my hand, you climb in, sitting next to me and sighing. Moaning.

"Are there other people around here?" you ask. I know you're nervous. As much as you like people seeing you, us, you like being in control of who it is. My sweet, dirty, nervous girl.

"Yeah, there are some around, but no one can see us unless they're looking right at this balcony. I turned off the lights, we're good."

You grin, moving in the water, straddling my lap. Your tits are in my face, and I can't help grab one, gently biting it through the cloth of your swim suit.

Your head lulls back, a low moan floating on the air. Your hands go to the back of my head, holding me against you.

"Yes, baby, oh yeah."

I take turns, biting one breast and then the other, my hands dancing along your hips, tugging at the stings there.

My nose pushes over the fabric of your top, my teeth pulling it down until your nipple pops out. I taste it, suck it deep into my mouth.

Your hips begin to rock, a chorus of, "Oh fuck, yeah baby, so good," repeating over and over again.

My fingers pull, untying the tiny bows on your hips, and I feel the fabric fall away from you. My hands slide around your ass cheeks, grasping them hard and pulling you against me. You can feel how rock solid I am for you, and I can tell how badly you want me.

"Ten minutes," I whisper, licking and sucking at your tits. "Time for you to get out for a bit. Why don't you sit on this corner here, right next to me."

You move to stand, your suit bottoms gone, floating in the water. As you move, my fingers slide up your back, pulling at the stings there. The suit top soon joins the bottoms in the white bubbling water, and once again you're bare, naked for me.

Sitting up on the edge, your legs are together, your eyes playful.

"Uh, uh, uh," I say, my hands gripping your knees and pushing them apart, opening you up to me. In the dull light, I see what I want, my Promised Land. Our eyes meet and as I move forward, I watch you lean back just a bit, pushing your pelvis toward me. My waiting mouth.

As soon as my tongue tastes you, I remember how much I've missed this. Our sex life is incredible, and you never leave me wanting. But this...this is something new. I've never had sex in a hot tub before, and all the different possible ways that I could have you are running through my head.

I lick, bite, suck for all I'm worth. Your voice whispers, strained. "Edward, there's someone coming." Looking up, I can see your eyes glued on what I imagine is the sidewalk that leads past our room.

"Shhhhh, be quiet baby. Let me tongue fuck you while they walk by."

"Oh yeah," you groan and my tongue goes back to work. They probably can't see us, or hear us, but we can hear them, hear the man saying all kinds of dirty things to the woman, and I can feel it turning you on. You're so wet, your skin pebbling as a breeze blows by us.

My lips suck your clit into my mouth, my tongue flicking over it, over and over again. Your body quivering in response. I watch your chest heave, up and down, heavy motions. Your nipples are so hard in the cool night air, my tongue remembers the feel of them, but works on the clit that's occupying it right now.

I can never get enough of you. If I could live like this, my tongue buried inside you while you twist and grind against me, I would. It's my favorite place, even better than when my cock is fully engulfed in you. Being able to watch you lose control, taste you, suck you, almost makes me lose my mind.

Every. Fucking. Time.

I stand up, knowing the couple has stopped along the path, not far from our room. Did they see us? Are they doing some fooling around of their own?

My swim trunks push down my hips, my legs, gone. I grab your hips, pull you forward even more before lining myself up and pushing in. You're so warm, so soft, so good. I plunge in, over and over again, my hips slapping against yours.

I take a nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard as your fingers dig into my back, holding on for dear life.

"You like people watching us, baby?" I whisper on your skin, my tongue licking up your chest.

"Oh yes, so much." Your voice is shaking, like your body.

I pull out, then push back in, harder with each push. My lips meet your ear, pulling it into my mouth. The taste of your skin, it's like nothing I've ever had before. I missed it for so long, I'll never take it for granted again.

"Wait," you breath, pushing me back. As soon as I'm out of you, you're flipping over, backing into me. "Behind, I want you from behind."

My cock knows right where to go, and I slide in. In the excitement of the moment, the two of us pushing and pulling over and over again, I slide out. My thrusting already in progress, I push forward as you push back, and the tip of me hits something else. Another hole. A place we haven't ever gone to yet.

I hear you suck in a breath, as the head of my dick plunges into you. So tight. Not where I'm supposed to be, but the feeling...it's so smooth, slick. I want more.

This is definitely something we're going to have to try again. Looking down, seeing the head of my cock in your ass makes my balls tighten. I pull out, stroking a few times, then noticing your hand beneath you, your fingers rubbing furiously over your clit. Your back arches, I know you're close.

I push into you again, my hand grabbing your hips as I slide in again. And again. And again.

Just when I think I can't take it anymore, I hear you start to pant, mew, and your walls tighten around me. You squeeze me as you still, making me work harder for you. And I do, just before my stomach clenches and I feel myself falling. Falling into ecstasy. Just like every other time I'm with you.

My cum shoots into you. Warm, hot. And we freeze, pause. Both caught up in the moment. The perfection of us.

In the distance we can hear moaning, flesh slapping. Someone else nearby is fucking. When our eyes meet, I know we both wonder the same thing. Did they hear us like we hear them?

I hope so, and as I slide out of you, sitting down in the tub and pulling you back into my lap, I kiss you.

You're mine, and while I might not mind other people hearing or seeing us sometimes, I only want it when I want it. And right now, I'm not sharing you.

You're my Bella. Always.

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A/N: Yes, hotel hot tubs are gross. I've seen them talked about in the movie Blue Crush. But still, kinda hard to resist, right? :D And before you yell at me about pregnant women and hot tubs, I did my research. It's possible. :)

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