My job is technically defined as "medically necessary" in the great state of Pennsylvania, but I'm working from home for the foreseeable future. I know I knocked these last two chapters out pretty quickly, but I can't comment on when the next one will be. Read this one, sit with it for a bit, feel everything.
~!~
At school on Thursday, Alice walks with me from English to Math to Science. Being with her in the morning is refreshing and fun. She's the class clown, my best girl, but the smartest person in each class. So, naturally, we pair up for everything. Currently, we're working on a science project in the library. She's sitting on a table that my chair is pulled up to, and her eyes are trained on the room down the hall, past the broken chairs, through the AV room.
"What's up?" I ask, taking a break from reading about photosynthesis and staring with her.
"Jas took me there yesterday after lunch."
"Really?" I flirt with her, tapping her knee, wiggling my brows.
"We had sex a few weeks ago—"
"You didn't tell me?" My voice is louder than my peers', and when I notice, I hunch down and place my hand on her knee. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask quieter.
"It just sort of happened," she explains, "and I wanted it to be this sort of secret between me and Jas. I didn't want to exploit it or make it seem like it was this raunchy thing we do… even though it definitely is," she admits teasingly.
I smile because I think I get it. This is how I know Alice—hard shelled, tough princess, potty mouthed—really loves Jasper.
"Are you ready to talk about it?" My hand grips her knee letting her know either way is okay with me.
She smiles a true Alice smirk, slips down into a chair, and says, "I've never felt anything more fucking fantastic in my life, B."
I ask her to go on and her eyes light up, thanking me. I normally don't want to hear about Jasper and what they do alone, but this I do. This I do because I'm planning to do the same thing in a few weeks time. This I do because I want to be prepared.
"He's pretty big, so it hurt a little, but the hurt felt good if that makes sense?"
"What did it feel like?"
"I guess like someone's stretching you open with something down there, but that someone is the person you love and that something is their dick."
I throw my head back and giggle at her crassness, but that's truly Alice. She goes on to tell me he had to get her really wet, and he never stopped rubbing her.
"He'd go so slow until I was ready, and then boy did it hit me."
"What?" I ask. I'm on the edge of my seat. Literally.
"He started going faster." I watch as her cheeks pink and her breathing increase. "Then I came and it was abso-fucking-lutely incredible."
My laugh is excited-for-my-girl happy and I-can't-wait-to-feel-that anxious.
"Ever since then, I've been jumping his bones like once a day. Including in there." She nods to the room.
I hide my smile. Edward's only taken me there that one time, but that's okay. I much rather fool around in his bedroom, the woods, his backseat at midnight on a Friday. I'd much rather him kiss me sinfully soft and heavy as his fingers snake down past my pebbled nipples in his old tee shirt and the light cotton pajama shorts while I'm microwaving popcorn in their kitchen while Alice picks a movie in the basement. I'd much rather have feathery light touches under my shorts during the scary movie, touching my inner thigh, my mound, my lips as Alice cheers on the serial killer from the floor. I'd much rather have his finger run up and down my slick coated slit, tapping on my clit, driving me crazy as Jasper clears his throat and throws us a blanket. I'd much rather have near orgasms behind my best girl until he asks me to meet him in the bathroom on the second floor where he shimmies my shorts down and tastes me until I—
"B?" her voice pulls me from so many good memories.
"Sorry," I tell her, shaking my head of dirty thoughts she doesn't want to know about.
"Where'd you go?" Her head tilts, and she gives me a curious smile.
"I was just thinking if when you and Jasper get married, I'll be the maid of honor."
This lights her up. Her smile beams brighter than these fluorescents and she claps her hands in excitement. "Obviously!" she tells me.
We work the rest of the period on our PowerPoint. It's due next Wednesday, we're halfway done, and we agree to goof around the rest of the period and finish it on Sunday after the party.
Alice and Jasper don't show up for lunch. I smile and sit between Edward and Rose. Across the table, Emmett keeps his eyes on me and Edward like he's studying for a test.
"What?" Edward finally asks, taking a huge bite of pizza, narrowing his eyes to his friend.
Ang and Ben sit down at the end of the table with Jake and Sam.
"I'm just wondering about this." His finger points between the both of us.
"Why?" Edward asks.
"I guess because you're a dick and she's an angel," Emmett tells me with a wink.
Rose throws a fry at his chest. I smile embarrassedly. Edward taps my toes with his sneakers and smiles.
"She is, isn't she?" Edward puts his arm around the back of my chair and leans back.
"How long?" Em asks.
"Years." Edward's words are easy and honest.
"Why?"
"I love her," he tells his friend quietly.
I glance at him like he's the only one in the room and the smile on my face lights my eyes on fire. Edward can tell, in this moment, how much I love him, how perfect he is for me, how I much I want to be with him. Soon.
He quirks a brow and his smirk asks, "yeah?" and my blush says, "yes."
The rest of lunch, Rose and I talk about the party this weekend and how Em's brother is getting us hard liquor. Rose wants to get drunk, but I remind her who lives right next door, and she nods in understanding.
"So don't be a screaming drunk this time," Em teases.
"Go to hell. That was two times!" Rose defends.
We all giggle and I fall into her side when Al and Jas appear.
"Look what the cat dragged in," Em teases. "Where were you two lovers" Emmett's words are meant to make them uncomfortable, but my girl never is.
"We were fucking in the library," Al says nonchalantly.
"Oh, come on." Horror and disgust paint Edward's face and Al laughs. Edward tosses his pizza on his tray, unable to eat the rest.
"At least you don't have to hear me having phone sex all the time," Alice retorts and Edward coughs.
"Excuse me?" he asks.
"Yeah, I hear you in your room at night. You're not as fucking quiet as you think you are. 'Oh, you like that, Pretty? You want my fingers on you, baby? You want my tongue in your pussy?'" she teases, mocking him. Those words hit way too close to home. I am Pretty. I am baby. Alice hears us having phone sex.
For the first time ever, Edward's speechless.
"At least you don't have to hear him fucking anyone anymore, right?" Jas asks, recovering for us.
"I guess," Al says, "is she someone from Arizona? It has to be right? If it was someone from here, you'd just bring her over and fuck her. Are you celibate?" Alice asks. "You have to be. You used to bring girls over all the time in before we moved. Did dad threaten you? Is that why you do it over the phone?"
Edward shakes his head, finishes his water, and leaves. I watch as he goes. Rose grips my hand and when I look at her, she's smiling in reassurance. Alice talks with Jasper quietly about Edward's issue.
Jasper takes a bite of his apple and says with a full mouth, "maybe she's someone special to him."
Alice tsks and rolls her eyes. "You didn't know him a few years ago, Jasper. Before we moved here, he put his dick in any girl that let him."
I swallow and run my hand through my curls. Jasper's eyes flick to mine and he can tell I'm slowly losing it.
"I get it, but it's been years, babe. He's not the same guy," Jasper defends.
"An addict is an addict," she says nonchalantly.
Jas retracts his arm from her and sits up stiffly. I clear my throat and do the same. Alice turns to Rose and talks about what she's wearing this weekend to the party. My eyes are on Jasper's whose eyes are on his girlfriend. She doesn't know that her words meant for Edward just killed Jasper.
He stands to leave and so do I. He's hurt because of Alice, and so am I.
When the doors behind us close, Jasper turns to me and says, "wanna get out of here?"
I sense that Jas needs someone, so I nod. He pulls his phone out, presses some keys, and puts it to his ear.
"Your girl and I are skipping. You in?" Jas asks. He's quiet for a moment before he barks a laugh and says, "yes, the Bella Swan."
I giggle into the mouthpiece and tell him, "let's go, Edward."
~!~
We meet Edward at his car, and Jas let's me sit up front.
"What the fuck, Jas? Not that I want to know, but did you not get her off or something?" Edward asks as he takes the turn to his house. It's nearing one, and we'll need to be back by three to pick up Al.
"No dude, everything was fine. I don't know what the fuck happened. After you left, she said 'an addict is an addict' and I just… I…" There's sadness in his voice as it trails off.
Edward's eyes flick to his best friends in the back. "You know she didn't know what she was saying, right? Alice never fucking thinks before she speaks."
I watch as these two have the most intimate conversation I've seen in some time. Usually, they're all laughs and teases, they save these conversations for times when their girls aren't around. But here, now, Jas needs this comfort.
"She said it though."
Edward's grip on steering wheel tightens.
"You've come too far, man," Edward says. "You're good. You deserve this. You earned this. Don't let my bitchy sister let you think differently."
It's then that I realize this means sobriety and not Alice. A life that's not dependent on chemicals to make you numb or happy or angry. A life that accepts you for all your flaws and weaknesses. A life that's beautiful and worth feeling everything for.
"Alice hasn't been through half of what you've been through," I tell him softly.
"I put her through shit," Jas argues back.
"No," I tell him, "you made mistakes that she took on as her own. You grew up with parents who offered you nothing. Alice can't even fathom what that would be like. And the choices you made? They were yours, not hers. You've grown. You're trying. You're succeeding, Jas. We don't say it enough, but we're so proud of you. So fucking proud to be your family. We love you so much." Tears prick my eyes and my throat as I jaggedly swallow emotion.
Jas sits quietly in the back until we reach Edward's house. He pulls into the garage just in case my parents see me.
Before we enter the house from the garage, Jas stops me and says, "did you say fuck, B?"
I play punch his arm and Edward laughs.
"You should hear her before she's about to come," Edward teases, "we've got a regular potty mouth on our hands, Jas."
This time I play punch Edward in the chest which earns me a giant laugh and swat on my butt. He takes my hand and the three of us lounge around in the basement for the afternoon.
~!~
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, Edward's fingers dance against the bare skin of my exposed tummy. I sit up suddenly and glance around. Jasper's hunkered down in the corner opposite us, softly snoring. I'm flat on my back, head in Edward's lap.
"Hey, beautiful," he whispers.
"Edward," I mewl, stretching softly.
"You were moaning," he tells me, eyes on my chest, lip between his teeth.
"Huh?"
"In your sleep," he whispers.
"Oh!" I say loudly and glance around. The TV is off. When did that happen?
"Shh," he whispers, "don't wake him up."
Edward's fingers trail up my belly, under my shirt, to cup my breasts over lace. He massages each mound and plucks my nipples softly. I squeeze my legs together and slowly, softly gyrate my hips to feel.
"You look so pretty when you sleep." His soft voice tickles my ears as I close my eyes. "I can't believe you're mine, Bella."
Under my head, he grows long and hard. I move my head to his thighs, and kiss the tent in his jeans. As I do, his fingers trail slowly down my belly to my denim covered center. He uses his fingers to press against me and I try my best to keep quiet.
"Remember a few weeks ago when you said the fear of getting caught excites you, baby?" His whisper is barely audible. I nod. He presses up against my center, against my clit, and I unhook my ankles to give him more room. "Would you like me to make you come right now?" I don't say anything, but I grind myself against his fingers harder. "Would you like me to touch you while he sleeps? He could wake up at any moment and find us, Bella" He rubs again, and again I grind. "Do you want that?" He stops when I don't answer.
My breathing picks up and I nod. "Yes."
He slowly pops the button of my jeans and unzips slowly, quietly. He instructs me to bend my knees and when I do, his fingers slide against me.
Edward shushes me and tells me we don't want to wake him. His fingers press against me hard and slow and when I'm about to come, Jasper shifts. Edward doesn't stop. His fingers circle faster. Jasper shifts again and sighs. My world explodes. My back arches, my mouth opens in a silent scream, my eyes lock onto Edward's blue-black-lusty eyes as they bore into mine.
He helps me roll through the waves, touching softly against my most sensitive skin. When I'm done, he pulls his fingers from my undies, they're glistening wet, and he licks them clean. His eyes shut and his hips jerk and I'm now aware of just how hard he is.
It's my turn to unzip and make him explode.
He doesn't stop me as I reach in and grip hard flesh. He doesn't stop me when I turn slowly onto my belly. He doesn't stop me when I pull him out and kiss his head.
He glances at his sleeping friend as I place him in my mouth and use my tongue on him.
It doesn't take him long at all. He's quiet but stiff and he grabs my ass cheek and squeezes as he explodes into my mouth. There's more than usual, and I swallow as much and as fast as I can. His thighs stiffen, his hips jerk, his eyes lock on my lips. Hot, powerful spurts continue to meet my throat. Like he does for me, I softly help him ride out his quiet orgasm until he sighs slowly and calmly, taking the base of his cock and pulling it from my lips.
"That was so fucking hot," he whispers, tucking himself away.
I smile and nod and agree and love the way he loves me tenderly, wholly, honestly.
"This weekend," I tell him.
"This weekend what, Pretty?" His hand slips through my brownie colored hair.
"I'm ready this weekend, Edward."
His eyes bore into mine and he nods with love and adoration and trust.
~!~
When Alice meets us at the car, it's like nothing even happened.
She runs to Jas and kisses him hard. "I missed you!" she yelps, wrapping herself around him.
His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. He loves her, but she hurt him. I wonder if he'll bring it up, but knowing Jasper, he won't.
"I missed you too, babe," he says and it's not a lie. Truth exists within his words.
We pull onto our street and Alice turns to me.
"I'd invite you over, but I really need to ride his dick. I'll call you later?" she asks like talking about sex with her boyfriend in front of her brother is totally normally.
I laugh at Edward's disgusted face and nod at Alice. "Get it," I joke with a wink which earns a laugh from Jasper.
"Fuck," Edward shutters. "I'm going to go for a run."
"Good," Al teases.
I wave goodbye to my friends and walk to my house. Inside, mom's preparing dinner and I sit and work on some homework.
"Just the two of us for dinner, sweetie. Someone got sick and Dad has to work overnight tonight," mom says, stirring a wooden spoon in a pot full of sauce.
I nod and go back to working on my English paper. A text from Edward gives me an idea.
"Mom?"
"Hm?" she says over shoulder, dashing salt and pepper in some pots.
"What if I invite Edward?"
She stops altogether and turns to face me. "Yes!"
My smile hurts my cheeks from the height and when I send come over for dinner? and he texts back Count me in, B
I let mom know and help her set the table. Shortly after, Edward knocks and I answer quickly.
"Hi!" I tell him.
"Hey, Pretty," he whispers. "Can I kiss you?"
I look behind me and nod. His lips are against mine softly and quickly. Suddenly, a bouquet of sunflowers is in front of me.
"What are these for?" I ask excitedly.
"Because I love you," he says easily, moving past me to the kitchen. "Mrs. Swan? These are for you." He hands my mom her own bouquet and the smile on her face makes her eyes glisten.
"How sweet, Edward! Thank you!" Mom beams happily and kisses his cheek when he hugs her.
We help mom set the food at the table, fill drinks, and sit to eat. We talk about school, mom's art work, and Edward talks her into making him a custom basketball piece.
"I mainly do abstract, but I'll see what I can manage," she tells him.
He nods and looks to me. "I thought Chief Swan would be here," he admits. "I was ready for an interrogation."
Mom laughs and waves her fork. "He's working overnight tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday. You're off the hook for now."
Edward relaxes visibly and nods. "I do want to tell you Mrs. Swan that your daughter means a lot to me," he pauses to gage her reaction. Mom stops mid chew and listens to what she's been waiting to hear. "She lights up my world with her positivity and unconditional love and acceptance. She never once laughs at my dreams when I tell her I want to play ball. She never tells me I'm crazy when I talk about us going to UDub together. She offers me herself with no apologies. She's strong and bullheaded in the best ways. She's smart and sassy and tolerant of even the meanest people. She can find a grain of hope in the worst situations."
Mom's finished chewing and by now, her napkin mops up wetness in her eyes. She reaches over to grab my hand, and now wetness tickles my lower lashes.
"I'm sure you know about Jasper and his previous choices. Bella has been nothing but hopeful and accepting of him. She offered him choices and reassurance when I didn't even know what to say. Bella's a tough, confident girl filled with so much love it flows out of her pores. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to love her."
Mom stands and pulls Edward into the tightest hug. It takes him a moment or two before his hands hug her back. His eyes fine me and they're just as wet as mine are.
Mom pulls back and with a smile, asks, "how long did you work on that?"
Edward blushes. "Since Chief Swan stopped looking at me like he hates me."
Mrs. Swan nods and smiles. "I might have worked on him a little over summer. He may not accept right away, not the way I do, but he will, Edward, if he sees what I see. If you continue treating Bella like the strong, beautiful young lady she is, her dad will understand what this is and he'll be more accepting."
The rest of dinner flows smoothly and easily. Edward helps clear the table and dries the dishes mom washes. I clean the table and put away the food and stand back to watch mom and Edward joke about his crazy sister and why she loves dying her hair.
It's after six when we're done.
"Mrs. Swan, would it be okay if we go grab some ice cream?" Edward asks as my mom plops down onto the couch.
"Sure," she agrees with a nod.
Edward makes a call and I hear him say, "keep her busy," and I know he means Alice.
I take breath and think about what it'll be like to just leave together without the fear and anxiety of being caught.
Edward grabs my hand and pulls me outside. We run to his car and, as quickly as we can, buckle and drive off.
I'm laughing and happy-high and holding onto to Edward's hand as his fingers curl around my knee.
"I love you, baby." He smiles over September night air and takes a familiar exit, opposite of Dairy Queen.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"The beach."
~!~
There's no one here probably because after the sunset, the night air freezes bare skin. Edward pulls out three blankets from his trunk and walks us down the beach to the set of rocks he pushed me against last month. Memories of him between my legs, touching my g-spot flood my mind and he nudges me with a gentle hand on my back. He leans against the rocks, sitting me between his legs, hugging me against his chest. He wraps us in two blankets, and his lips are on my hair and my ear and my neck.
He whispers love into darkness and sways us softly.
"I love your gentle kisses and the way you make me fly," I tell him.
"I love your fingernails and freeing smile," he murmurs back.
"I love your toes and your eyes in the morning."
"I love your lips and the way your skin tastes."
"I love your arms and your heart… and the way you'll feel inside me this weekend," I whisper the last part.
Edward pauses and then squeezes my hand in acceptance as his kisses the nape of my neck and wraps his arms around me in gratitude.
On the drive home, Edward says, "Jasper's planning a night out for Alice tomorrow. He's taking her to dinner and a movie in Port Angeles. They're leaving at three and won't be home until just before the party."
I know why he's telling me. This is our chance. Hours alone. No parents, no Jasper, no Alice.
I nod.
~!~
It's the next day and I'm freaking out. I want to call Alice and tell her, but duh I can't. I think about calling Rose, but I don't, so I pack my overnight bag with tonight's outfit, a lot of undies because who knows?, and makeup.
I'm in jeans and a tee shirt, very casual, and slip into a pair of flats.
Edward texts me they're gone. C'mere, baby B and then I kiss mom on the cheek.
"I'll be back tomorrow, mom," I tell her and run out the door.
Edward's waiting for me against the doorframe of their front door. A smile plastered to his face. He pulls me in by the belt loop of my jeans, and plants one right on my lips.
"Hungry?" he asks.
"No," I tell him.
"Good."
He kisses me all the way up the steps, against the wall, and in his room. No one's home, but he locks his door anyways.
Inside, there are dozens of candles lining his dresser, desk, and nightstands. He flicks the lights off, and flames dance along his walls and light up his ceiling. It's still light out, but his drapes are pulled closed allowing for sensual darkness.
"Edward," I say as he stands behind me, ghosting his fingers along my arm, my sides, my hips.
"Yeah, Pretty?"
"I'm ready."
He undresses me easily, his nose in my hair, fingers on my softest skin.
I walk over to his bed, sit, and crawl back. Edward pulls his shirt off and climbs up my body. He kisses my knee, my inner thigh, my cotton covered center, the beauty mark under my left breast, my right nipple, the middle of my throat, my left jaw, and finally my lips.
He gives me his lips in the most intense kiss. He envelopes me and holds me and allows me to process his entire body as his rests atop me. I spread my legs, keeping my knees on either side of his hips, and sigh into his mouth as he presses into my center.
Edward pulls back, rests on his knees, and strips himself bare for me. He's semi-hard and glorious as the darkening room allows the candles to lick him in golden light like a Greek statue. He looks loving and confident and incredibly humble like I'm about to give him the most precious gift of his life. His fingers are dust particles as they glide against me.
Edward takes this time to scoot down my body. His tongue snakes around each nipple and sucks it into his mouth. His licks from my belly button to my mound, and then spreads my legs.
Edward kisses my folds, sucks me into his mouth, takes his time devouring me. He brings me to the edge and let's me crash as hard as I want. He holds my hands in his as I ride his tongue, push down on his face, arch my back, and fall into him. He licks and kisses slowly on my sensitive parts, giving me all the time to come down from my fall.
He kisses back up, his teeth nibble at the skin of my neck as he reaches next to where we rest on his bed. Edward sits up, rips open a packet, and my brows crease. He smiles as he grabs the base of his erection and rolls rubber down his length.
"I love you, Pretty B."
"I love you, Edward."
He aligns himself at my opening and doesn't stop as he slips in the slightest. Edward grunts above me and his arm shakes next to my head as he pushes harder, stretching me further.
I gasp at the intrusion, the widening of my opening, the burning as he stretches me free.
"Are you okay?" he ask. I nod quickly, biting my lip, gripping his shoulders. "The heads in," he explains.
He pushes further, pulls back, and pushes in again. Breath catches in my lungs and my throat and my eyes squeeze.
"Bella?" he asks, brows creased. He stops to touch my cheeks.
"Go," I tell him. "Just do it."
Edward nods, straightens, pulls back, and pushes harder. He swallows a growl and looks down.
"Almost," he whispers.
He does it once more, and this time his pelvis is flush against my own, and my breaths come in raggedly.
"Are you okay?" Edward's strained voice whimpers in my ear.
He allows me time to get used to his girth and length and the incredible burning sensation of him finally inside of me.
After a few minutes, my hips begin moving and I need him to move. He's filling me sinfully full and I cant stop the motion of my hips. He's heavy as he rests his full, thick length inside me.
"Okay, Edward," I tell him, circling my hips, grinding against him, "please."
He lifts himself, kisses my lips, pulls out, and pushes back in. He's slow and gentle the way I always pictured it. I'm wet and I can feel my arousal painted where we're both joined. His thrusts are slow, and it feels like his fingers only a million times better.
"Edward," I whimper. "Edward, I need…"
"What?" he asks. "What do you need? Anything… I'll give you anything."
"More."
He pauses when he's fully sheathed and looks at me.
"Does it hurt?"
"Please just give me more, Edward. Faster. Harder. Anything."
Edward shifts his weight, a slight smirk shines in the candlelight. He pulls out slowly. He's gone. I'm empty.
I open my mouth to tell him something, but when he slams back into me in one hard thrust, I totally forget what.
"Oh!" I gasp, arching my back, spreading my legs.
He pulls back and slams back in three more times in rapid succession before pausing.
"Like that, B? Is that enough?"
His fingers grip my hair, his lips are at the crook of my neck, he sucks gently on my skin.
"Yes," I whimper.
Edward's grunts and my mewls fill the empty room as he continues to pull out and push back in. After all these years, all this time, the secrets, the lies, our childhood… Edward finally gives me the one thing I've waited for—himself.
His thrusts speed up and he's panting in my ear. "Baby, I can't—I'm so close."
"Faster," I beg. "More,"
He pulls back, pushes my knees to my waist, and angles deeper. Edward hits new spots. He's so much deeper. I'm much more sensitive. His thrusts are deep and hard and then shallower as his fingers grip my knees.
"Bella."
"Edward, right there. Don't stop," I plead.
His thumb rests on my clit and circles twice before my back arches to far off the bed I can feel my breasts bounce.
"I'm coming!" I yell as my legs shake and my back spasms.
Edward pushes in three or four more times before slamming inside, filling me up. He grunts loudly, animalistic.
He milks himself by pulling out and pushing in over and over slower and slower.
We both come to and when his eyes finally open, we laugh gently.
"Jesus, B. That was intense."
"Intense?"
"I've never felt anything like that."
My smug smile pulls a smirk from him. He's still inside, still hard, still thrusting.
"Aren't they supposed to, like, go soft afterwards?" I ask, closing my knees. It feels good, but I'm sore and irritated and puffy down there.
"Normally," he tells me, thrusting again before slipping out. "Are you sore, Pretty?"
"A little," I admit.
Edward rolls off me, disposes of the condom in the bathroom, and returns with a washcloth. He opens my legs and presses warmth against me.
His attentiveness shows his caring and adoration. He kisses the side of my breast, my cheek, my lips.
Soft and steady, he gives me his lips. I'm not sure how long we kiss, but when I pull back, these lips are swollen-puffy, too.
"How was your first time, Bella?"
I turn to my side and nuzzle into his neck. "Incredible."
He kisses my forehead and wraps me in his arms. We spend time in blissful silence, enjoying this turn in our relationship, wondering when the next time we can do it. His phone dings on the nightstand.
"It's Jas. They'll be home in an hour."
I sigh and extricate myself from his limbs.
"We need to shower, B. We smell like sex."
He grabs my hands and pulls me into the shower. Its warm and gentle, and he takes his time washing my skin. He puts soap on the washcloth and runs it down my neck, my back, all the way down my legs to my toes. He kisses my knees, my mound, my belly button before soaping my skin. He saves my middle for last, being extra careful. He spreads my lips and when his clean fingers circle my entrance, I moan.
He rinses me off and washes my hair with shampoo that smells exactly like Edward Cullen.
I take the cloth from Edward and give him the same treatment. I suds up his back, his thighs, his belly button. I clean his erection, pulling the length and rinsing him off. I turn around and grind myself against him.
"Edward," I whimper, pushing my ass into him.
"Bella," he growls. "If you don't stop—"
"I'm not stopping. I'm never stopping again. Please don't ask me to." I'm desperate-nervous and so turned on.
His hands grip my hips and he grinds back into me. "Never. Again."
He backs us up and then bends me forward. One hand rests on my upper back, keeping me slightly bent, the other glides his head against my opening.
"You're extremely tight like this, Bella. I'm going to have to—"
I cut him off by pushing against him, groaning in painful pleasure as he slips into me. I can feel my walls grab onto him and pulse. He thrusts the rest of the way and my ass bounces against him.
"Oh, shit," I moan slowly at the same time Edward sucks in a breath.
"Feeling you like this," he moans, swiveling his hips, "with nothing in the way," he pushes against me deeply, "is fucking fantastic, Isabella."
I agree but I cant form words. Edward pulls back all the way and slams into me over and over. I don't have to ask him to give me more this time, he just does.
His thrusts propel me forward and my breasts rub against the tile of his shower.
"Yes, Edward," I moan, setting a rhythm with my own hips. I push back and forth, meeting him thrust for thrust. My pussy throbs and burns and stretches over him, but I'm so close I could die.
I don't need to tell him, he just gives me harder. He gives me faster. He gives me the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. My fingers grip onto soap-slippery tiles, my knees shake, my thighs quiver. I'm about to fall when his arm pulls my back to his chest.
"Are you coming on my cock, Pretty? I can feel your tight little pussy pulsing against me."
He gives me faster. His cock swells.
"Can I come inside you, Bella?" His whisper soft voice is a furnace against my ear and it's the hottest thing anyone's ever asked me.
"Yes!" I scream.
He shoves us against the wall, his hips pin me still. His pelvis hits against my ass over and over and over and I'm coming again as his cock pistons in and out harder and faster than before.
"Oh my god," I groan, gripping onto his forearms. "Like that," I plead.
Edward slams into me finally and he's more swollen than ever and I feel it. He pulses so intensely inside me that I jump. I feel it all at once as his come shoots inside me warm and wet.
"Fuck!" Edward roars, pounding onto the shower tile as he pumps everything he has left deep inside me.
He gives us a few moments to catch our breaths before he pulls out and emptiness settles in.
Edward sucks on my neck, cleaning me up for the second time.
"That was so, so good, Edward," I tell him as we towel off.
"It was," he agrees.
We dry off and dress slowly. Feeling Edward inside me like that, filling me deeper than before, with nothing in the way was unbelievable.
"I'll go get us something to drink," Edward says, pulling a shirt over his head. "Don't move." He kisses my cheek before running down the steps.
I towel dry my hair and look through my bag. I can't find my brush, so I step over to Alice's room and look for hers. It's not in her makeup bag or on her dresser. I spend a few minutes looking for it before I hear, "watchya lookin' for?"
I freeze. My cheeks light up. My heart has never beat so fast in it's life.
"Y-your br-brush," I explain. I can feel my eyes bulging, so I refrain from looking at her.
She steps over to her desk and pulls it out of the top drawer. "I didn't think you'd be here so early, B. Jas and I went to the movies."
I nod as she hands it to me, still not meeting her eyes.
"Why's your hair wet? Did you shower here?" Questioning fills her voice. She's slow and suspicious.
I finally meet her eyes. They're squints. She's trying to figure something out.
"Bella?" she asks slowly.
"Alice, I—"
"B, I think you left this downstairs," Jas says, holding my overnight bag in his hands.
"Yes," I say, licking my lips. Jasper's face says calm, breathe, relax. "Thanks, Jas." I grab it with shaky fingers.
"No problem," he says and I watch him retreat into Edward's room. The glow of candles illuminates the darkened hallway before he shuts the door.
"My hair dryer broke," I tell her suddenly. "I got out of the shower and went to do my hair for the party and it wouldn't turn on so I got dressed and came over here to find yours. I hope you don't mind?"
Alice glances at me and shrugs. "Hair dryer is in the bathroom. You know that, B."
I smile and before I leave her room, her next question stops me. "Did your brush break, too?"
"Huh?" I ask.
"You're using my brush. Did your brush at your house break, too?" She's not trying to trap me, but her suspicions are doing it anyways.
"I uh, I read this article in a magazine that said you should wait twenty minutes to brush your hair after you wash it. I guess it cuts down on breakage or something."
"Oh, well shit I should try that then," she tells me.
I scurry out of the room before she can think of anything else to grill me about.
I spend much more time than needed drying and styling my hair. I use her waver and spritz with hairspray. Alice opens the door and gasps.
"Do my hair like that!" she pleads
My nerves have calmed, and I nod. "Okay, come here."
We spend the next fifteen minutes talking about the fact that they saw an earlier movie and decided to pull off and screw in the backseat of Mrs. Cullen's car instead of going to dinner.
"I can never sit in the backseat again," I tell her with a laugh.
She laughs loudly and blows me a kiss in the mirror.
I wonder, then, how long it'll take her to love me this much again after she finds out about me and her brother.
The boys knock on the door and hand us each a drink.
"I don't like beer," I tell them.
"I know," says Edward, handing me a drink. "Cranberry vodka," he explains.
I take a sip. It's strong but drinkable.
"I didn't know you hate beer," Alice says.
She's putting a lot of puzzle pieces together tonight and we need to get her drunk quick before she finds out before I'm ready to tell her.
"Yes you did," I lie. "Remember at the last party you handed me a beer and I said 'I hate beer' so you drank it instead."
Her laughs fills the room. "I guess that explains why I don't remember."
The boys head downstairs and turn the music up. Rose meets us in the bathroom. She's in a skin tight black dress and gold heels.
"Shit, Rose," Alice says, glancing down at her baggy jeans and band tee. "I look like a hobo next to you. I'm going to change."
Alice leaves and Rose closes the door to pee as I finish my makeup.
"I need to tell you something and you cannot tell anyone, Rose, okay?"
"What's up?"
"I slept with Edward."
"What!" she screeches.
"Shh!" I whisper-yell.
"Tell me everything. Quick!"
"Like two hours ago. It was awesome. It hurt but it felt so freaking good. He made me orgasm. He's so long and thick and oh my god I can't believe it took me this long," I explain so quickly I'm sure all my words run together.
She smiles knowingly. "It only gets better."
"Then we did it again in the shower like twenty minutes later. From behind. Rosalie, it was phenomenal."
"Oh shit, Bella, tell me more."
I giggle and bounce and tell her my vagina is so sore but I hope we can do it again later.
"Drunk sex is so awesome," she sighs as Alice opens the door.
"Isn't it?" Alice agrees. "Jas and I already fucked today, but I'm gonna ride his dick so good later."
Rose and Alice talk riding techniques, and I excuse myself and head down stairs.
"Fuck you're so hot," Edward says, grabbing my hips and kissing my lips.
"You're one to talk."
I sip my drink he made. It's half gone and so am I, I realize. When he sways me, it takes me a moment to regain myself. My cheeks are flushed warm and tingly, and my giggles don't stop once they start.
Paul and Sam show up with two girls from the reservation. Jake shows up shortly after draped with two girls of his own. They're nice, I guess. Long black hair and dark eyes. Jake looks like he's going to get lucky with both tonight. I'm sitting on the counter throwing popcorn into Jasper's mouth. I'm on my second drink and I'm totally gone now. I jump off the counter and run into Jasper's arm screaming "goal!" when I make it.
"Cut her off!" Emmett yells with a laugh.
Alice shoves him. "She's having fun. Leave her alone, numb nuts."
I run over and kiss Alice right on the lips before I fall into her brothers lap without a care.
He laughs and tries putting me in the seat next to him.
Alice falls in a fit of hysterics. "Maybe we should cut her off."
I decide to lay off when Edward hands me the rest of his water. I down it quickly as he opens another beer. He's not wasted, but he's definitely not sober. His movements are slow and sloppy and his eyes crinkle when he laughs. Alcohol paints his cheeks a burnt pink color that I cant stop looking at.
Later, I'm back on the counter and Alice is in the basement. Jasper turns the music up when I yell "this is my jam!"
My hips sway and I dance to the beat. I close my eyes and pull my hair into a high pony when I suddenly feel warm, heavy lips kissing me sloppily, and shortly after kissing him back, I hear a very sudden, very surprised gasp and then a very angry, very hurt, "what the fuck!"
I pull back like I'm struck by lightening. My fingers go to my lips and my eyes focus from Edward to Alice who charges over and pushes her brother away.
He's just as surprised as I am. She beats his chest with closed fists and rage. Jasper moves from his spot against the fridge to pull his confused girlfriend away from her brother, Edward puts a handout and shakes his head. Edward's letting her take it all out on him so she's too tired to do it to me.
But I can't let him take all the blame. I can't let this happen. I'm just as much to blame. Alice's heart splinters and breaks with every punch to her brothers chest, but mine melts to anxiety and fear when I jump off the counter.
"Alice," I call her, hoping she hears me over her fury. She continues pounding fist to cotton covered flesh. "Alice!" I yell louder. I'm suddenly sober and very aware.
My lips are still tingling from her brothers very surprising, very public kiss.
"How could you!" she yells. "I knew it!" she screams. "I fucking knew it!"
Alice loses steam and Jasper pulls her back now.
"Al," I whisper through tears. "Al I—"
But I don't get to finish because her open handed palm slaps across my cheek.
It's hot and stinging and everyone in the house is quiet.
Sam and Paul and Jake line the hallway with their girls behind them. Rose and Em and our other friends sit at the table and watch. Everyone's jaws drop. They're not only surprised at Edward's kiss but at Alice's reaction.
I glance up to Alice who's seething in Jasper's arms. She breathes and breathes and gasps for air.
"I hate you," she tells me.
Her words hurt more than her slap.
"I hate you, Bella."
Jasper pushes Alice past the boys and out the front door. I hear a car start up and reverse out of the driveway.
Alice knows.
Alice is gone.
Alice hates me.
All three fears suddenly come to life. I've prepared for this, but it hurts so much more than I thought it would. My heart dangles from its confinement, pounding against my chest to break free. To escape this pain.
Tears don't come as quick as I thought they would, but when they do, I can't stop them.
"Everyone but Rosalie and Emmett get the fuck out!" Edward bellows.
They don't wait around to be told twice.
Edward's arms wrap around me in a strong hold that I don't fight.
"I'm sorry, Bella," he tells me. "I'm so fucking sorry."
I shake my head through increasing sobs.
He pulls me down into the basement and lets me cry against him until I'm all dried up.
"I'm so sorry," he says over and over, rubbing dried tear tracks off my cheeks.
"Don't be," I say when I can manage words. "She was going to find out sooner or later, right?"
"I'm here," he tells me. "You might lose her, but you still have me."
I nod.
We stand and help Rose and Em clean the house. I'm tying the last bag of garbage and glancing at the clock, 2:07 in the morning, when the front door opens.
Footsteps fall slowly in the hallway. Jasper's hand holds Alice's whose eyes are darts of hatred and fuming anger. I wonder how much or what Jasper told her.
"How long?" she asks, looking right at the hickey Edward gave me earlier. Earlier in our little bubble when we were all alone, unnoticed, giving ourselves to one another.
"How fucking long, Bella?" she yells again.
"Since I was 13!" I tell her honestly. But truthfully, since you moved here, I want to tell her but don't.
"I hate you," she tells me evenly. "Best friends don't lie for fucking years!" Her voice grows progressively angrier and breakage on the last word. Her tone says you betrayed me and I'm heartbroken and my fucking brother?
"I'm—"
"Save it," Alice tells me.
Edward stands near me, fingers on mine.
"I don't want to see you again," she says, turning to leave.
"That's going to be hard," Edward interrupts, "seeing as though she's my girlfriend."
