Previously
I heard the bike start up.
Mason obviously has broken ribs and the black eye…did Alice have an abusive boyfriend or something?
Mason's ribs…my hand on his stomach…Sparrow…
Sparrow.
My heart started beating frantically and I spun around to look at them, my eyes wide.
Oh my god.
'Edward!' I shouted.
Chapter 17
He stared at me, his eyes not full of surprise but a sort of grim acceptance, then turned away and sped out the lot, Alice gripping onto him tightly.
I stood there for a moment, my whole body practically vibrating with anxious energy.
It was Edward. This whole time.
I didn't even…
How did I not recognise him?
I slowly sat down on the ground, my head spinning.
'B you okay?' Sam asked, running over. 'I heard you shout.'
I nodded automatically.
'Just wanted to sit here for a second.' I heard myself saying.
Fuck. Edward has grown up…a lot. When I knew him he was a scrawny 16 year old with crazy hair, braces and a voice that hadn't quite dropped yet. He was always attractive, always my Edward, but he wasn't rugged and-
Sam squatted down in front of me a concerned look in his eye.
'You sure you're okay? You're pale as a ghost.'
I stared at him. 'Yep.'
He frowned and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. 'You should get outta here, Garett wouldn't mind and I'll tell Carlisle, you're working tomorrow anyway right?'
I nodded absent-mindedly. 'Uh-huh.'
Sam gave me a wry smile, 'Never seen you so quiet.' He ruffles my hair gently.
I snapped back to myself realising if I didn't act normally Sam was probably going to worry.
I grinned at him, 'Thought I'd give you a few minutes respite.' I said playfully.
Sam laughed, his brown eyes sparkling.
'See you tomorrow Bella.'
I grinned at him, 'Yeah, yeah.'
I got into my car and sat there, my keys in my hand.
Edward. Why was he here? Why was he in Texas? And what did Alice mean when she said she was sort of his sister? Did his mom remarry or something?
Could she be a half sister? I never really saw Edward's dad and he never spoke about him. I remember him being around when Edward was 8 or so, but then he just disappeared. Edward didn't really talk about him after that so I didn't ask. Maybe his dad had another family.
I placed my head on the steering wheel. How did I not recognise him? He obviously recognised me…
No wonder he's so off with me. He thought he was done having to deal with my shit, then I show up working at the same place as him and even worse, I don't recognise him.
Now that I know Mason is Edward the physical similarities seem so obvious. The bright green eyes, the hair, although his hair is a lot darker and thicker now… the way he smiled in that crooked way. He was still Edward, just a lot more muscular, taller, sexier…
I bit my lip. But even though underneath it all, Mason looks like an older and more attractive Edward, he was nothing like my Edward.
Edward was sweet, shy and innocent. He was the kind of guy who giggled about Harry Potter with me and stuck chopsticks in his mouth to pretend to be a walrus. He spent hours with his head in a book, so engrossed in a story he would barely look up for more than a minute. He barely raised his voice, hating confrontation of any kind, and the most he ever swore was the word damn.
Mason on the other hand was…arrogant, rude and kind of an asshole. It wasn't just to me either, he was like that with everyone at the garage.
How did Edward become like that? What could have altered his personality so much that I didn't recognise him?
On top of that, why was he so mad at me?
X
'Bella?'
I turned to face Jasper with a confused expression.
We were lying on his bed watching Blades of Glory, which Jasper insisted was one of the funniest films he'd ever seen.
Truthfully, I hadn't been watching it at all. All I could think about was Mason.
Not Mason…Edward.
'Sorry Jas,' I bit my lip, 'What was that?'
His blue eyes scanned mine. 'Nothin', you okay?'
I nodded. 'I'm good. Just…tired.'
He sighed softly before nodding.
Okay so Jasper was apparently completely not falling for my bullshit anymore which was fucking great.
He pressed pause on the laptop and turned to face me.
'Do you want to have a nap?' He gave me a wry smile.
I rolled my eyes, nestling into his body and tucking my head into his neck. He let out a contended hum, his hand stroking up my back.
'Have you ever been ice skating?' He said randomly.
I pulled my head back to look at him with a raised eyebrow. 'Yeah but not since I was a kid, have you?'
'No! And every time I see this movie I end up really wanting to go. I just…never do.'
I glanced at the screen and then back to him with a smile, 'We should go.'
The smile he gave me back was breathtaking and my breathing hitched.
He rolled on top of me playfully, his hair falling into his bright blue eyes as he looked down at me.
I smiled up at him.
'Are you going to laugh if I fall over?'
I rolled my eyes, 'Jas you're one of the most athletic people I've ever met.'
He smirked cockily, 'True, but you never know darlin', ice skating might be my secret weakness.'
Yeah I'll believe that when I see it.
I stared up at him.
From far away you can tell Jasper is gorgeous. When you get up close…
He's fucking beautiful.
From the few freckles that rest under his left eye, the small scar that sits in his eyebrow, leaving the faintest gap. The sharp line of his jaw, the gentle shape of his mouth that always sits in a slight pout.
I swallowed as my heart skipped in my chest.
He furrowed one brow with a teasing smile.
'What are you staring at?'
I grabbed his head and kissed him.
I felt him smile against my mouth before he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up my side.
My answering moan made him smile wider and he tugged at my bottom lip playfully with his teeth before kissing across my jaw and placing a teasing open-mouthed kiss by my ear.
'You're so fucking beautiful.' He murmured huskily.
My sentiments exactly.
He bit my earlobe gently and I moaned, arching my back up under him.
'Jasper.' I breathed, my head tilting back.
He groaned softly, kissing down my neck and I shivered as I felt him harden against my thigh.
Yes. This is what I needed.
Distraction.
I pulled his mouth to mine fiercely, tangling my fingers in his hair.
Jasper pulled back from me, his eyes dark.
'We should stop.' He said huskily.
Wait, what?
'Why?' I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
He sighed softly. 'Because…you're upset about something.'
I rolled my eyes and leant up to kiss him, but he avoided the kiss.
'Bella.' He pleaded softly.
I huffed, falling back to the pillow.
'So, what?' I said irritatedly. 'You don't want to fuck me because I seem upset? You'd rather I what, talk about my fucking feelings?'
Jasper frowned, hurt flashing in his eyes.
'No, I know you'd talk about it if you wanted, I just think-'
'Well don't.' I cut him off. 'Don't fucking think. I'm perfectly capable of handling my own shit Jasper. I don't need you to fucking baby me.'
He swallowed, using his arms to push his body off of mine so he was sitting up in front of me.
'Sorry for fuckin' caring.' He said sarcastically. 'I'll remember next time to just be an asshole that fucks you and doesn't give a fuck about your feelings.'
A knot was curling itself in my stomach.
'I never asked you to give a fuck about my feelings.' I snapped, sitting up to face him.
He stared me down his blue eyes flashing. 'Bella, I'm not fuckin' apologising for caring about you.'
'Well you shouldn't.' I said shaking my head at him.
'I wasn't going t-'
'Care.' I clarified, forcing my expression to stay indifferent despite the churning going on in my stomach.
Jasper made an exasperated sound. 'For fuck's sake Bella, I'm not declaring my undying fuckin' love for you. I'm just sayin' that I care. Are you that fucked up that you can't accept the fact someone in your life actually cares about you?'
I stared at him, a lump forming in my throat.
'Yeah. I guess I am that fucked up.'
I stood up and started grabbing my stuff.
Jasper got up quickly. 'Bella, don't. That's not what I meant.'
I whirled on him, 'What did you mean then Jasper?'
He floundered and I picked up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
I shook my head at him. 'Don't fucking chicken out now Jasper. Say what you goddamn mean.' I laughed humourlessly. 'Nobody in my life gives a fuck except you, huh? What gave it away? The fact that my mom spends her whole life fucking wasted? So fucking drunk that she throws shit around and I have to go and get stitches?' I wave my arm at him. 'Or maybe it's the fact my dad is too busy screwing my ex best friend to even pick up a phone.' I snapped.
Jasper stared at me with a horrified expression.
Oh no. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
'Bella.' He stepped towards me and I shook my head.
'I have to go.' I said hurriedly.
He grabbed me gently and I shook him off, tears burning in my eyes.
'Bella, please.' Jasper murmured, stepping into me.
'Jasper, just…fuck off.' I said, fighting the urge to cry. He stepped closer and I pulled out of his grip.
Only one way to handle this Swan.
Lie.
'You may care about me.' I said stiffly, tilting my chin up at him. 'But I don't care about you. At all.'
Jasper's eyes flashed, 'You don't mean that.'
I stared at him blankly even though inside I felt like someone was clawing my chest open. 'Yeah, I do. You were a good fuck Jasper but I'm bored now...'
The hurt that registered in his eyes at my words made my stomach sink.
I turned and walked out of his door, tears running down my cheeks.
He didn't follow me.
X
I found myself driving to Paul's.
I felt fucking awful.
Lying to Jasper made me feel like shit, hurting Jasper made me feel like shit.
He wasn't wrong either. He was so fucking spot on.
I didn't have anyone, not really.
The only two people who even really knew me were Paul and Jasper.
And you just fucked up any chance you had with Jasper, I said to myself mockingly.
More than anything I felt like shit because I fucking told Jasper about Charlie.
The one fucking thing, I hadn't told anyone.
I slammed my fist on the steering wheel, blinking back tears.
I'd completely ruined it with Jasper. But that's a good thing isn't it?
He was starting to care, he wanted more.
And I couldn't do fucking more…
Even though, I liked him.
I really fucking liked him.
Ugh. And on top all this goddam shit, Edward's fucking back.
'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' I cursed.
I called Paul's phone, but no one answered.
'Fuck.' I repeated.
I called again.
'Paul's phone.' Someone purred down the phone.
Was that Kate?
Fuck his booty call. I needed to get drunk with my best friend.
Paul always made me feel better.
'Hello?'
'Kate.' I said resignedly, 'Can I talk to Paul?'
'Bella?' She didn't bother hiding her irritation.
'Yes.'
'One second.' Kate said, then the sound on the other side cut out.
I tapped my screen, wondering if she hung up but it said the call was active.
The bitch muted me.
I glared at the road in front of me. There was a noise on the other side of the phone.
'Now's just not a good time.' She said in a sickening voice.
I huffed. 'Did you tell him I c-'
'Tell her to fuck off.' I heard Paul say in the background.
There was rustling and then a soft groan.
I hung up hurriedly, almost dropping the phone in my lap.
I slammed my head into the steering wheel, hard.
Fuck.
I felt so…alone.
For a second I considered ringing Rose, but she had her own shit to deal with, not to mention…I couldn't bring myself to trust her fully, even though that was stupid.
I blinked back angry tears.
I just wanted to forget any of this shit and feel good.
X
After going home and throwing on a different outfit and covering my eyes with concealer and black kohl, I made my way to the bar that I used to hang out at a lot before I moved to this school. It was called 'Dirty Bill's' but it was actually a nice place.
The outside looked a little rough around the edges, with graffiti on the doors and a neon sign that looked like it belonged in the 80s. Once you got inside though…the interior was quite cool.
The floor was a mahogany colour, and stretched forward about 5 feet, till you got to the big solid oak bar. It seated around 10, but when it was busy up to 25 could squeeze next to each other if everyone stood. I'd only been once when it was busy and decided to never do it again.
The usual punters were tatted up musicians, motorcyclists, alternative types. The kind that didn't ask questions or make stupid fucking small talk.
My kind of place. Plus, the bartender Carl was fucking awesome. He was about 40, with long black hair and a thick septum piercing. He was sarcastic as fuck, but he told it straight, and he let me in, even though I'm sure he knew I was underage.
As I walked in, he was leaning against the counter cleaning glasses, his hair tied in a bun.
'Hi Carl.' I said grinning at him as I walked up to the bar.
'Hey Iz.' He greeted, smiling. 'Long time no see.'
'I know.' I said pouting. 'Did ya miss me?'
He raised his eyebrows, 'Not in the slightest.'
I smiled, 'Aw you missed me.'
He laughed, 'Where've you been? Found somewhere better to go for your kicks?'
'Aw, don't be jealous baby.' I teased, taking a seat. 'I've just been real busy.'
He threw the towel he was using to polish over one shoulder and placed both hands on the counter with a smile.
'Do you want the usual?'
'You know it.' I said, taking off my jumper and leaning my arms on the chair in front of me. I was wearing a pair of dark denim shorts and a white T-shirt with a picture of a dandelion and the words, 'Blow me.'
Carl took one look at my shirt and laughed loudly, rolling his eyes.
'You're gonna get yourself in trouble walking around with that.' He said shaking his head, still chuckling as he placed my drink in front of me.
I shrugged.
'How's things with you and Chelsea?'
He grinned, 'Good. She's pregnant.'
'Jesus.' I said with wide eyes. 'You work fast.'
They'd only been together a few months.
He shrugged, cleaning the counter, a large grin on his face.
'Congratulations!' I said, raising my glass with a smile.
He winked.
He looked happy. I'm glad he found someone.
Jasper's words rung out in my head again.
'Are you that fucked up that you can't accept the fact someone in your life actually cares about you?'
I gulped back the entire glass.
'What's up Iz?' Carl said, interrupting my thoughts as he topped it up.
'I don't want to talk about it.' I downed the glass, slamming it in front of me.
'Boy trouble?' Carl said, leaning opposite me, concern in his grey eyes.
I sighed, 'Kinda.'
'Do I need to kick somebody's ass?' He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
I laughed humourlessly, 'Yeah, mine.'
I pouted at the glass and then Carl and he rolled his eyes, topping me up.
I took another few gulps of Jack, feeling it sear down my throat.
I stared at the amber liquid.
Whisky.
Jasper.
No, I couldn't fucking think about that.
I gulped more down, emptying my glass. Carl sighed and I gave him a humourless smile.
'Just leave the bottle.' I said, my fingers stroking the rim of my glass.
Carl topped my glass up and moved the bottle out of my reach.
When I raised an eyebrow at him in question he just shrugged. 'You'll thank me later honey.'
'I won't.' I said grumpily.
Carl winked at me and then moved towards some new customers at the other end of the bar. I went back to staring at my drink silently.
I'm so pissed off that Kate answered Paul's phone.
The thought of him and her made my stomach twist and I felt like I couldn't breathe remembering the way he said the words 'tell her to fuck off.' As though he didn't care at all.
Paul was the one who was supposed to just…
Why am I so hurt that he chose sex over me? I shouldn't be…it's so fucking stupid.
Maybe it's because it's Kate…
I fucking hate Kate.
There was a loud crash behind me and a throaty, 'Fuck me.'
'You'll have to buy me a drink first.' I said automatically, taking another gulp of jack.
I heard the seat next to me move and turned to look. My eyes widened as they met crystal blue ones.
In the seat next to me was a gorgeous man, looking at me with one eyebrow raised and a wicked grin.
'What are you drinking sugar?' He winked. His voice was deep and slightly rough, with a thick southern accent.
Well, hello.
His sandy brown hair was cropped fairly short on his head, the top a little longer than the sides giving him a slightly dangerous look. Tattoos peaked out of a white open-collared shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing tanned and toned forearms. From the gentle creases around his eyes, at a guess I'd say he was 27, but I couldn't be sure. My eyes drifted downwards, lingering on the thickly muscled thighs wrapped in blue shorts.
Fuck. Me.
He cleared his throat and my eyes darted back up to his, a coy smile playing at my lips. 'Sorry, about the…drink comment.'
I wasn't sorry at all.
His eyes dropped down to my shirt and his eyes widened slightly before he chuckled, 'Don't be sorry. I'm starting to think walkin' into this bar and sitting next to you was a very good idea.'
His eyes ran down the rest of my body slowly, before coming up to rest on my face. I bit my lip, feeling warm under his attention.
He held out his hand, grinning at me. 'I'm Peter.'
'Hi Peter.' I said, gripping his hand with mine. His skin was rough and hot to the touch, sending a pleasant shiver down my hand.
'You gonna tell me your name sugar?' He said, not letting go. His blue eyes were really stunning.
I smirked, 'You can call me Iz.'
He let go of my hand with a smile. 'Iz. What's that short for?'
'Wouldn't you like to know.' I teased.
His deep blue eyes smouldered into mine, 'I'd like to know a lot about you sugar.'
I looked down at my drink with a grin.
Carl walked over then and asked Peter what he wanted to drink.
'I'll have scotch.' He turned to wink at me, a smile playing at his lips, 'And whatever she's having.'
I gave Carl a look and he smiled.
'I'll put them both on Iz's tab.'
Peter raised an eyebrow at me.
'You don't have to do that.'
I shrugged, looking at him from under my eyelashes. 'No such thing as altruism, and I don't like creating expectations.'
Peter eyes sparkled with amusement. 'Expectations huh? Should I be concerned that you're buying me a drink? Just so you know, I won't put out.'
I laughed, 'How disappointing.'
His eyes lit up with mischief, 'I knew it! I played right into your hand.'
I smirked at him playfully.
'Says you.' I teased, 'If I remember correctly, you started it.'
Peter threw back his head and laughed. It was a deep, husky sound.
Fuck.
I found myself smiling widely.
Yes. This is exactly what I needed.
He looked at me cheekily. 'So, what's a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?' Peter said, sipping his scotch.
'Don't hate on Dirty Bill's, it's a treasure trap.' I winked, 'Besides, you know how it is.' I said shrugging, 'I've got to be in position to seduce and take advantage.'
Peter's lips turned up in a wicked smile, 'How's that working out for ya?'
I smirked, 'I don't know yet.'
He leaned closer and my heart started beating faster. He smelt really good, like apples and something muskier.
I swallowed heavily feeling heat simmer in my lower stomach.
'Hmm, I think you might have lost your touch.' He said softly, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
'Oh I have, have I?' I said, looking at him from under my eyelashes.
Peter's eyes darkened slightly to a stormier blue. 'Definitely.'
'That's a shame.' I said, biting my lip with a smile.
Peter grinned, leaning back away from me and sipping his scotch, 'Oh sweetheart, you have no idea.'
I laughed and he smiled at me playfully. I felt my breathing hitch a little as I stared into his bright blue eyes.
'What about you?' I said after taking a gulp of Jack. My glass was empty, so I signalled Carl, winking at him.
He topped me up with a raised eyebrow.
I saluted him as I took another drink.
I was feeling pleasantly buzzed now.
I turned back to Peter and he was looking at me curiously. 'You come here a lot huh?'
I shrugged, 'Sometimes a lot. Sometimes not so much. Is this your first time here?'
Peter nodded. 'I've been in the marines for the past 6 years, just got discharged so, I'm back home.' He looked down at his glass, 'Didn't feel like goin' back to the old places.'
Wow. A marine?
'Must be hard.' I said softly.
Peter looked at me, 'The Marines?' He said with a wry smile.
'No.' I said with a slight frown, 'I mean yeah obviously, but I meant, coming back.'
Peter studied me for a moment, his eyes flashing with something.
'Fuck, you know, nobody has ever said that to me before.' He said, an amused smile playing at his lips, 'The normal response is 'You must be so glad to be home.'
Oops.
'Sorry.' I apologised, biting my lip.
Peter shook his head, smiling wider, 'Don't apologise. Fuck the truth is, I have no fuckin' idea how to be home.' He looked down at his drink his mouth twisting to the side, 'When you're out there, every day is life and death and that's horrible but…it's also fuckin' amazing. I felt so alive. And now, I just feel like I have no purpose anymore…' He frowned at his glass before looking up at me with an apologetic smile, 'Sorry sugar, didn't mean to unload on ya, your question just took me by surprise.'
'Don't apologise.' I said softly, a genuine smile forming on my face. 'Life isn't all sunshine and fucking rainbows.'
Peter laughed, 'Ain't that the truth.'
I practically jumped when I felt his warm hand gently land on my thigh, heat spreading from where he was touching me.
Peter raised an eyebrow at me and I smiled at him to let him know it was okay.
He smirked softly, a wicked look in his eyes.
Fucking…hot.
I bit my lip and Peter's eyes dropped down to my mouth, lingering there for a moment before springing up to my eyes.
His thumb gently smoothed across my thigh and a small sigh escaped my mouth because every swipe sent a flutter to my lower stomach. Peter made a humming sound, before moving his hand off my leg and resting both forearms on the bar.
I felt the loss immediately, shifting in my seat.
'So Iz,' He said, cocking his head at me, 'What do you do?'
'I work with cars.' I said truthfully.
Peter raised his eyebrows. 'Oh yeah?'
'I'm a car mechanic.' I said smiling, 'Well, I will be anyway. I'm still training.'
No lies so far. Not bad Swan.
Peter smiled, 'That's awesome.'
'How about you?' I asked, kicking myself after the words left my mouth.
He smiled wryly, 'At the moment, nothin'. But some buddies of mine have a security company so I'll probably start workin' there if they'll have me.'
'How long have you been back?' I asked curiously, watching his hand as it wrapped around his glass. He had really big hands, with long fingers.
Fuck.
Images of his hands spreading my legs flicked into my head and I swallowed heavily as I imagined his fingers moving inside of me.
My breathing picked up and I bit my lip.
'Just a week.' He said softly.
Wow.
'I didn't think the marines discharged people that easily.'
Peter sighed, looking into his glass. 'They don't.' He looked up at me, 'Something happened to my platoon so.' His eyes clouded with pain and I bit my lip feeling awful for asking. 'Anyway, I'm back for good.'
'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked.' I apologised.
He looked up at me and smiled softly, 'That's okay sugar, you didn't know.'
I had some of my drink. When I looked back to Peter, he was looking at my legs, a hungry look in his eyes.
I cleared my throat and his eyes flicked up to mine unapologetically, a smile playing at his lips.
I smirked knowingly and he winked, taking a sip of scotch.
I found myself staring at his neck and wondering what it would be like to lick it. He placed his drink down and then started to lean towards me. My heart slammed in my chest, my breathing picking up. He smelt so good.
He got closer, his head only a few inches from mine and I bit my lip, heat swirling in my abdomen.
My eyes dropped down to his mouth, watching enraptured as his pink tongue wet his lips.
Fuck.
My eyes flicked back up to his eyes, he was so close I could practically taste his breath, scotch mixed with something minty.
I wanted to taste him.
He moved closer and my breath caught in my chest. Peter smirked, his blue eyes burning into mine, then leant past my body to grab the jug of water that sat on the bar to the left of me. As he reached for it his arm gently pressed against my chest and I shivered, my nipples pebbling in my shirt as I felt the heat from his arm against my skin.
He pulled back and stared at me, his eyes mischievous as he placed the water jug in front of him.
'Want some water?' He said, raising an eyebrow at me, the left corner of his mouth was turned up in a sexy smirk.
'Sure.' I managed to say breathily. He leant past me again to grab some glasses and I shivered as I felt his breath against my cheek, shifting in my seat as I felt a rush of wetness flood my panties. His arm pressed into me slightly lower this time, barely brushing my nipples and making my lower stomach ache.
Even though the whole thing took less than two seconds, my mouth was slightly open and my breath was coming out slightly faster than usual when he pulled back.
He poured water into two glasses, his ocean eyes smouldering.
He grabbed the jug and I shook my head with a smile, knowing he was going to tease me again.
He raised an eyebrow in response, barely holding back a grin.
As he leant past me again to put the water back, he placed his hand back on my leg, only this time, much higher up, the tips of his fingers resting on the bare skin of my inner thigh. Where he was touching me spread a jolt of heat down straight to my core, making my panties even more damp. My breathing hitched and he heard because he paused as he put the water down, his warm breath against my neck.
'Do you want me to kiss you sugar?' He said softly into my ear. I bit back a moan, shifting in my seat.
He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes a shade darker.
'Yes.' I said breathily.
He smiled and my eyes dropped to his lips as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
He learnt in and I stopped breathing in anticipation. He chuckled quietly and turned his head, kissing my cheek softly.
'Good.' He murmured.
Then he pulled back, removing his hand from my leg and placing his elbows on the bar.
He shot me a cheeky smirk and picked up the glass of water.
I sat there breathing heavily for a moment before I shook my head.
Smooth.
I smiled and Peter laughed huskily.
'What do you like to do for fun, Iz?' Peter asked. I watched him take another sip of water, his Adam's apple bobbing.
'Um,' I said, biting my lip as I stared at his tattoo, it looked like the tip of a feather or something.
I forced myself look up to his eyes and smiled. 'I like to read, watch movies, you know, the usual. I also like running, but smoking has kind of ruined my lungs.' I laughed. 'And you already know my favourite hobby.'
Peter raised an eyebrow, 'I do?'
I grinned 'Seducing strangers in bars of course. Though according to you I'm not very good.'
He laughed, looking at me with amusement, 'Maybe you just need to up your game.'
I made a humming sound and he winked at me. 'What about you?' I asked him.
'Well I run too,' he smiled at me, 'And I read, though it takes me forever to finish a book. I also like to swim, my whole families big on swimming actually.'
'Swimming's pretty fun.' I nodded, 'But I don't like swimming in pools as much as the sea.'
'Did you used to live by the sea? I can tell your accent isn't from around here.'
I looked down, swallowing. 'Yeah.'
'How come you moved?' He asked.
I looked at him for a moment before answering, 'Everything's better in Texas right?
Peter raised a brow at me, the corner of his mouth curving up.
'I think the sayin' is, everything's bigger in Texas.' He said suggestively, a wicked gleam in his eye.
I laughed, biting my lip, 'Oh yeah?' I flicked my eyes down his body before looking into his eyes with a smirk. 'Is that the truth?'
Peter's smile widened and he shrugged, his eyes mischievous.
I laughed again, feeling my skin heat up.
He smirked at me, taking a sip of scotch.
'Is that really why you came here?'
I drummed my fingers against my glass, 'Sunshine and rainbows, you know…'
Peter laughed softly, his knee gently knocking mine. 'Sunshine and fuckin' rainbows.'
'Are your family here in Houston?' I asked curiously.
Peter frowned, 'Yeah. We're not so close though. I missed a lot when I was gone.' A shadow crossed his face. 'I haven't even told them I'm back yet.'
'Why?' I asked softly, wondering if he was going to answer.
He sighed softly, looking down at his drink. 'A few years ago, one of my nephew's died.'
Shit. That's heavy.
He took a gulp of his drink. 'By the time I found out…I didn't make it back in time for the funeral…my sister hasn't really spoken to me since.'
I debated on what to say for a moment before deciding to go with my gut.
'It wasn't your fault.' I said softly.
Peter looked up at me and the pain in his eyes made me shiver.
He didn't say anything but just sort of shrugged and looked back down at his drink.
I bit my lip. Maybe that was the wrong thing to say.
'Sorry.' I apologised, looking down.
I jumped when I felt Peter's warm fingers pressing under my chin. He tugged it up gently to look into my eyes and placed a soft, sweet kiss on my mouth.
A jolt of desire snapped down my spine at the feel of his warm lips on mine.
'Thank you.' He said softly, his crystal eyes swirling with emotion.
I swallowed heavily, my gaze dropping down to his mouth as my stomach flipped.
I took a shaky breath and Peter moved his hand to cup the back of my neck.
I watched his lips part, my breathing picking up.
'Fuck.' He breathed. And then he pressed his mouth to mine.
X
Peter scanned his room key against the door and as soon as we were inside, he slammed me against it, his mouth covering mine fiercely. I let out a deep moan into his mouth, gripping the back of his head as I slid my tongue into his mouth. His hands ran down my body, spreading fire across my skin.
I wanted his hands all fucking over me. He grabbed my ass, squeezing it and pushing his hips into mine. I felt the thick length of him, hard against my hip and I shivered with desire.
Everything's definitely bigger in Texas.
He flicked his tongue against mine and I gasped, angling my head so I could taste more of him. He pulled back, panting and I grabbed the bottom of his T-Shirt. He lifted his arms up as I ripped it off him. I bit my lip as I looked at his body.
Fuck.
Peter was really well-built, his arms, chest and shoulders were huge. A large tattoo of a hawk stretched across his chest. The tips of its wingspan reached his shoulders and the body finished just above his belly button. The ink was really hot. There were a bunch of scars across his arms and chest, though the tattoo covered them up well, and a large jagged scar across the bottom of his stomach. They just made him sexier. I licked my way down his chest, and he groaned, pressing his hips into me harder.
'You're so fucking hot.' I murmured, licking his nipple and biting on it. My hand slid down his muscled stomach, feeling the ridges of his abdomen against my fingertips. I made my way lower, shivering as my hand made contact with the impressively thick bulge in his shorts.
Fuck yes.
I palmed it in my hand as I leant up to kiss him roughly. He groaned gutturally, ripping my hand away to grab my shirt, pulling it over my head. His mouth crashed back to mine, his tongue dipping into my mouth. He grabbed my wrists in one large hand and slammed them above my head, the other running down my body and cupping the heat between my legs.
I arched my back into him whimpering and he moaned into my mouth. I tugged my hands out of his so I could grip the back of his head, angling my mouth against his to kiss him more deeply.
Peter shivered, tugging my bottom lip with his teeth as his hand slid up my back, undoing my bra with one hand. He tugged the offending material down my arms roughly, throwing it aside and I gasped in pleasure as his bare chest pressed into mine.
He pulled back to look at me, his eyes a stormy blue as they slid down my naked torso.
'Fuck.' He growled, licking my collarbone as one hand slid up, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I tugged his mouth back up to mine kissing him fiercely, my hand sliding down his muscled back to grab his ass. He groaned into my mouth and in a sudden move, grabbed my legs and picked me up. I bit at his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth he turned and walked backwards, his hands tightly gripping my ass.
He dropped me onto the bed, looking down at me with a sinful expression. I shivered, nudging him towards me by pushing my foot against his ass.
He smirked, bending down and pressing his mouth to mine. I moaned low in my throat and grabbed at his hair, pulling him on top of me.
He fell forward, his arms coming out to the side to protect me from his weight. Pleasure jolted through my body as I felt his abs pressing into my stomach.
'Ungh, Peter.' I gasped into his mouth as his hand grabbed my thigh, hitching it around his hip so the thick length of him pressed right where I was desperate for him.
I arched my back off the bed as his mouth fell to my chest, placing hot, open mouthed kisses across my peaks. He groaned,
'Fuck.' I whimpered as he kissed across my breasts, avoiding my nipple. He was driving me crazy. My whole body was on fire with need.
'Peter, please.' I gasped. He looked up at me, a wicked smile on his face before he ran his tongue across my nipple.
Oh fuck.
'Mmm.' I moaned as he sucked it into his mouth. I ground my hips into him, making him groan. He sat back onto his knees, pulling me with him to straddle his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I slid my tongue against his. My breasts were pressed against his chest and the feel of his naked body against mine was driving me crazy.
My whole body was so hot. Every touch was sending sparks across my skin and there was a tightening sensation in my lower abdomen. I rocked my hips into him and he let out a low growl, his hand tangling in my hair tightly. I slid my hands down his hard chest and the ridges in his abdomen, coming to the waistband of his shorts. I moved off his lap, sitting across his thighs so I could undo his belt.
I struggled with his buckle and he helped me,
He stepped off the bed, pulling his shorts down his legs along with his boxers. His cock slapped his stomach lightly.
Fuck. Me.
Peter was long and thick, larger than anyone I'd ever been with.
'Fuck.' I said huskily.
He smirked at me, his blue eyes full of lust. 'See something you like sugar?'
I bit my lip, 'Uh-huh.'
I got to my knees in front of him, kissing his stomach and running my hands up his thighs, teasing him. I licked a bead of sweat that trailed down his stomach, moaning. My whole body was on fire.
My hands roamed his muscly back, sliding down to grip his tight ass. He groaned, tilting his head back.
'Fuck.' He hissed as I ran my tongue along his lower stomach. I licked lower, my hand wrapping around his hard cock, looking up at him from under my eyelashes. He growled, tangling his hands in my hair and tugging me upwards.
'Come here sugar.' He said huskily, his hands sliding down my back to grip my ass. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pulled me closer to him, squeezing my ass roughly. I moaned, opening my legs and he lifted me up, kissing me fiercely. We both groaned as his thick length made contact with my heated centre. I wrapped my legs around him tightly as he tilted his mouth against mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth. He lowered us to the bed gently and slid his hands down my body, pulling my shorts down my legs.
He growled softly when he saw my red thong. 'God damn. You're fuckin' unreal.'
I gasped as he pulled it down my legs, kissing his way down my body.
'Peter, touch me.' I begged breathlessly. Peter smirked as he looked up from where he was licking across my lower stomach.
He pulled my thong away from my soaking centre and he growled. 'Look how fuckin' wet you are for me.' He placed a kiss on my inner thigh, and I shuddered. 'Have you been this wet for me all night sugar?'
'Fuck.' I whimpered as he ran a finger down my slit.
'Mmm you smell so good.' He groaned softly.
My lower stomach jolted at his words. I could feel his breath against my centre, and it felt fucking amazing. My whole body was in overdrive. I wanted him so badly. I was so wet, I could feel it, slick against my thighs.
He licked across my clit and I threw my head back as I cried out in pleasure. His mouth was so wet and hot and ugh.
'Oh fuck, yes.' I cried, tangling my hands in his hair. He hummed against my clit.
'Does that feel good sugar?' He said huskily. He slid a finger inside me and I gasped his name, opening my thighs wider. He chuckled darkly, 'Mm fuck you're so tight.'
'Peter!' I gasped again as his mouth went back to my clit, licking and sucking whilst his finger slammed into me. He added another and started curling them towards him, hitting a spot inside of me that made me see stars.
'Oh fuck.' I cried out. Peter moaned between my legs. He sucked my clit into his mouth and did something with his teeth. It was my undoing. I cried out loudly, arching my back off the bed as pure pleasure rocked through me.
Peter licked up my slit and ran the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes dark as they looked up at mine. I shivered in pleasure. I wanted him so badly.
'God you're good at that.' I panted.
Peter smirked arrogantly, 'You look so fuckin' sexy when you come.' He said, his voice rough with need. I moaned softly. His hands slid up my stomach and his thumbs ran over my nipples.
He hovered over me, settling his body in between my thighs.
I gasped, moaning as I felt his hot skin between my legs, thick and hard against my entrance. 'Do you want me?' His voice dropped lower as he rubbed circles into my side, driving me fucking crazy. I wanted him to touch me, to fuck me.
I groaned, my eyes meeting his, full of lust. 'Yes.' I shifted my hips against him and the tip of him went inside me.
Peter growled lowly, gripping my hip and I gasped. His mouth dropped to my neck, kissing and nipping it. I cried out as his mouth descended on my breasts, licking across my nipples. My whole body was in overdrive, I felt like I couldn't breathe. I was so desperate for him. He was hot and hard between my legs and just one shift of the hips and he'd be inside me, fucking me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I wanted him so badly.
'Peter.' I gasped. 'Please.'
Peter groaned, licking up my neck again, 'Aw fuck, what do you want sugar? Do you want me to fuck you?'
I moaned loudly and his hand slipped between my thighs, 'Fuck, you're dripping.' I whimpered, shifting my hips against his again and the tip of him slid back into me.
He dropped his head into my neck and growled. 'Fuck.' He pulled back from me, jogging across the room to a large duffle bag on the counter. He pulled out a magnum, tearing it open and sliding it over his erection.
He looked over at me with a smirk. 'You're so fuckin' hot.'
'Come here and fuck me.' I said, biting my lip. Peter growled softly, crawling over my body on the bed and settling between my thighs.
I met his gaze boldly as I gripped his ass and pulled gently, sliding him into me. He was really thick and my eyes rolled back into my head at the sensation.
Peter's head dropped and he let out a guttural groan into my neck. 'Fuck.'
He rocked his hips gently into mine and we both moaned.
'Fuck.' He panted, gripping my hip with his hand. He hitched my leg up and I dug my heel into his ass as he pulled back a little and then rocked back into me.
'Oh.' I gasped. Peter's body shuddered as he set up a slow, hard, pace, every stroke sending my body further into the abyss. It felt fucking amazing. But it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more.
'Peter.' I panted. He pulled back slightly, his eyes hooded with lust and pleasure. 'I need you to fuck me harder.'
Peter groaned, his eyes closing briefly.
'Please.' I moaned.
Peter licked his lips and pulled out from me, gripping my hips, lifting me up and turning me around so I was on all fours. He groaned, running his hands down my back and my ass. He placed a kiss on my upper back as he gripped my hips and slid into me again.
The angle was…and then he gripped my hips harder and slammed into me with a grunt.
Oh my god.
'Fuck, yes.' I cried out loudly as he started pounding into me. Every stroke pushed me forward slightly and the headboard was slamming into the wall, my breasts bouncing hard.
'Fuck, so fuckin' tight.' Peter growled behind me, one hand slid from my hip to my ass and he squeezed it making me cry out with pleasure. The other hand slid up my back to grip my shoulder, holding me to him as he slammed into me.
It was hard and fast and felt so fucking good. Every nerve ending in my body was lit up.
Unintelligible noises were pouring out of my mouth as he fucked me, it felt un-fucking-believable.
Peter swivelled his hips and angled them slightly to the left and I screamed as he hit a spot inside of me that made my whole-body light up with pleasure.
'Fuck. Yeah.' Peter grunted as he drove his hips into me. My arms were struggling to hold me up and Peter noticed, wrapping his arm across my stomach and pulling me upright against him. The change in position felt amazing.
'Shit.' He gasped into my ear, increasing his pace. I turned my head, wanting to kiss him and his lips met mine, hot and hungry. He groaned into my mouth and it sounded so fucking hot.
His other hand slid between my legs and he pressed his thumb against my clit, so every time he drove into me it rubbed against me. His hand across my stomach slid up higher to grip my boob roughly, pinching my nipple. I cried out into his mouth in pleasure.
He pulled his mouth from mine breathing heavily and kissed down my neck. 'Are you going to come for me sugar?' He said huskily in my ear. I moaned at his words. 'Fuck, you feel so good.'
I gasped, 'Yes.' I moaned. I could feel myself building towards another orgasm. He slowed down slightly, hitting me deeper and my lower stomach started tensing.
'Ugh fuck.' Peter grunted in my ear. 'That's it you naughty little thing, cum all over my fucking cock.'
The way he was pinching my nipple and his voice in my ear and his thumb against my clit, it was all too much. Light burst behind my eyes as I threw back my head and screamed in pleasure.
Peter groaned behind me as I clenched down on him. He swore, sliding his hand up my front and wrapping his hand around my throat.
'Fuck.' I gasped, my body shuddering.
'You like that sugar?' Peter murmured in my ear as his hips rocked up into me.
'Yes.' I hissed, my head leaning back against his shoulder. He moaned, placing a hot open-mouthed kiss against my neck. He picked up the pace and I cried out in pleasure, my arm gripping his forearm to hold on as my legs shook underneath me.
He released my throat and his arm slid down my body to grip my hip, nudging me gently forward. I put my hands out in front of me, resting them on the bed as he started slamming into me roughly.
I couldn't help the whimpers of pleasure that tore out of my throat. I'd never been fucked so hard before and it felt amazing. I was spasming around him with every thrust, my legs shaking.
My arms collapsed under me, my face pressing into the mattress.
'So good.' I managed to say between moans, 'Fuck, Peter.'
'God damn, say my name again, so fuckin' hot.' Peter growled. He let out a deep groan, his hand digging into my side.
'Peter.' I cried.
'Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum.' He grunted. 'Oh fuck.' His hips slowed down and he let out a series of shuddering groans before his hips stilled, his hands gripping me tightly.
'Fuck.' He breathed, running a hand down my back and giving my ass another squeeze.
He pulled out of me and I fell, collapsing facedown on the bed. Peter groaned, peeling the condom off, tying it and throwing it on the floor next to us before lying down next to me, breathing heavily.
I crossed my arms to rest them under my chin.
'Jesus, that was amazing.' He said between breaths.
'You were amazing.' I said appreciatively, looking over to him and smirking.
He laughed before leaning forward to kiss me, his lips warm and soft against mine. It was a gentle kiss, no longer full of the frenzied lust from before, but it still caused warmth to spread in my lower stomach. He pulled back with a wink.
'Glad you think so darlin'.'
Darlin'. Jasper. My face fell.
Peter looked at me concerned. 'You okay?'
I sat up, running a hand through my hair. 'Yeah I'm good.'
Jasper and I aren't together, we're not a thing, and we're not exclusive. Besides, I ended it...So why do I feel so guilty?
I needed to stop thinking about him…now.
Peter frowned at me, his blue eyes curious, 'Do you want something to eat? We could order room service or something.'
I smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him, my hand wrapping around the back of his neck as I tangled my tongue with his. Peter moaned softly into my mouth and I smiled.
'It's not food that I want.' I said, pulling back from him, smirking at him softly.
'No?' His eyes darkened.
I shook my head slowly. His lips curved up into a wicked smile and he pressed his lips to mine gently. He bit my lower lip lightly, tugging it with his teeth.
'What do you want then?' He asked huskily.
I slid the hand that was around his neck down his muscled back. 'I want you to fuck me until I don't even remember my name.'
Peter made a humming sound then before I could even blink, gripped my ass and pulled me to him, his hand sliding into my hair roughly as he kissed me.
I moaned into his mouth and he rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head as he kissed his way down my neck, biting and sucking my skin.
'Oh my god.' I gasped as he gently bit my nipple. He kissed his way down my chest and I felt his lips curve up into a smile.
He moved off the bed and grabbed my legs, tugging me towards him by my thighs. I giggled as he placed a teasing kiss on my lower stomach before grabbing my legs and picking me up. I moaned wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him as he walked us into the bathroom.
X
I pulled my shorts up my legs, glancing at Peter. He was lying on his stomach fast asleep.
The beginnings of a serious hangover were stirring in my head and I grimaced, pulling my top over my head, not bothering with the bra which I threw into my bag.
I slipped out of the room, closing the door gently behind me.
Now I just needed to get out of here. I stared at my phone for a moment.
I had no missed calls or texts at all.
My heart sunk in my chest and I swallowed back the sick feeling that rose in my throat.
What did you expect Bella, you told Jasper you didn't care about him and that you were bored...why would he call you?
I stared at my phone screen.
I mean I guess I thought Paul might call to find out why I called him...
'Tell her to fuck off.' Rang out in my head again.
My chest constricted painfully.
Whatever. I don't care.
It was 7am so I had two hours before I needed to be at work.
I'd left my car at the bar, so I needed to get back to it.
I leant my forehead against the wall and sighed frustratedly.
I didn't have any more money left on me, I'd used it to pay off my tab when we left.
Uber was out too because I had no fucking data.
I banged my head into the wall.
There was only one option.
I'd been waiting about 20 minutes in the car park when the car pulled up.
I got in, shutting the door behind me.
'Nice T-shirt.' Rose snorted, rolling her eyes at me.
I shrugged, fighting against the nausea I was feeling.
'You smell like sex and whisky.' She commented, wrinkling her nose.
'I know.' I said with a sigh, leaning my head back against the car seat as she pulled off. 'Thank you for doing this, I owe you big time.'
Rose ignored me, shrugging.
I pulled down the sun-shade and looked in the mirror.
'Fuck.' I grimaced.
My hair was still slightly damp and a complete mess on my head. Any makeup I'd had on must have been scrubbed off in the shower.
Where Peter had fucked me against the wall, hard.
I was sore, my legs ached, and I definitely had a headache.
'Fuck.' I repeated, slamming the mirror shut.
'Want to talk about it?' Rose asked, turning to me as we waited to leave the exit.
'Not particularly.' I said, looking out the window.
'Okay.' She said casually. 'Where am I taking you?'
I sighed. 'I need to pick my car up from the bar.'
'Sure, direct me.' Rose replied, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.
It was silent for a while.
'You know…you can always call me if shit goes down.' Rose said softly.
I sighed, turning to face her.
She met my gaze briefly before fixing her eyes back on the road.
'I know you and Jasper had a fight.'
'He told you?' I closed my eyes briefly.
'Not what it was about!' Rose said quickly. 'He just called and asked if I'd spoken to you, he sounded worried.'
I huffed, staring out the window.
Doesn't mean anything.
Rose hummed. 'Bella, I know I keep saying this but you can talk to me you know?'
I sighed. 'I just…'
'Struggle to trust people.' Rose finished, fixing me with a small smile.
'Yeah.' I said helplessly.
She shrugged. 'Well, sometimes you have to just take a chance.'
I nodded slowly, staring at the car in front of us.
We were silent for a while as I directed her to the bar.
She stopped outside and raised her eyebrows at me.
'Interesting spot.' She commented.
I laughed lightly, 'Don't hate, it's great. I'll take you sometime.'
Rose smiled, 'I'll hold you to that.'
'How's Em?' I asked her, 'Are you doing okay today?'
Rose's smile fell and she sighed. 'I don't know. We'll see.'
I bit my lip. 'I'm sorry that I'm so…selfish sometimes. I'm a crap friend.'
Rose shook her head at me, 'Everyone's selfish Bella. People who pretend otherwise are just lying.' She smiled at me softly, 'You care, that's enough.'
I grabbed her hand and squeezed it gently.
She squeezed back.
I took a look at the bar and sighed softly. 'I fucked someone.'
Rose smirked at me, 'I gathered.'
I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand out of hers to run it through my hair. 'Things with Jasper are just so…intense. It's freaking me out, so I ended it.'
She nodded slowly. 'Because you…have feelings for him?'
I groaned, ignoring the question.
She bit her lip, 'I think you do. I think having feelings for Jasper is scaring the shit out of you, and you tried to fuck the feelings away.'
'Are you trying to psychoanalyse my behaviour?' I raised my eyebrow at her.
She smirked, 'No, but I could. Want to know what I think about you and Paul?'
My chest tightened.
'No I fucking don't.' I said irritatedly.
'Wow you're bitchy when you're hungover.' Rose commented, a smile playing at her lips.
'Well you're bitchy always.' I said, raising an eyebrow at her.
She cackled, 'How was the guy in bed?'
I sighed, 'It was fucking amazing at the time, it did exactly what it was supposed to do, distract me.'
Rose raised an eyebrow at me. 'And now?'
'Now I'm not distracted anymore.' I said bleakly.
And I feel guilty.
Why do I feel so fucking guilty?
A/N
I know you've been waiting for this update and I hope it delivers! I promise they'll be an Irresistable update ASAP too, I have actually written it - I'm just tweaking!
Sorry my updating has been shit. I'm really busy at the moment and because I love these stories so much, I just want to make sure what I write fits and of course that it does the characters justice too.
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Tell me what you think guys! Also, anyone got any good reading recommendations?!
I recently read Laid Bare by Brits23 - So good! Very hot, Vampire Edward and Human Bella - It's in my favourites!
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