So, not so new story ... I'm reposting this. This story was pulled years ago by FFn. That decision (without any sort of warning, really) forced me to move from just posting on FFn to Stars (then The Writer's Coffee Shop), AO3, and FictionPad. After doing some thinking, and FicPad turning into a for-profit platform, I've decided to repost this here.
This is ALREADY COMPLETE! PREWRITTEN
I will be doing some editing for content, but this is written in its entirety on Stars, AO3, Wattpad and FicPad (when it's not being a pain in the butt).
Carrots? Has anyone seen any carrots? The plot bunny attacked and well, you all are going to reap the benefits. NEW STORY! I've been writing some pretty heavy stuff lately and well, I'm going to lighten it up a bit. It's not going to be a humorous story (though there will be some funny bits) but it will be romantic. Some drama…some light angst (there needs to be some sort of conflict or it wouldn't be worth reading, kids).
Yeah, that isn't mine.
We'll finish up Bella's birthday with the next chapter. We're also going to see Edward bond with Charlie next chapter, too.
Chapter Twenty: Sing me Song, You're the Piano Man
EPOV
"Edward, really? A blindfold?" she asked, arching a brow.
"You said you trusted me," I reiterated.
"I do, but why do you want to blindfold me?"
I huffed out a breath, glowering at her. She sighed and took the blindfold from my hands. Tying it around her eyes, she reached for me. Carefully, I put her into the passenger seat of my brand new red Chevy Camaro. I made sure that everything was secured in the trunk before jogging to the driver's side. After I started the car, I backed it out and drove toward the Edgewater Hotel in Seattle. In my conversation with Charlie, he told me that it was her favorite hotel and was truly upset that she didn't have her wedding there with Tyler. So, I checked with the manager, discovering that there was an opening this weekend. I booked it and checked in just prior to arriving at Alki Beach.
Bella blindly reached for my hand. I threaded my fingers with hers. "You okay, gorgeous girl?" I asked.
"Just a bit disconcerted with being blindfolded," she deadpanned.
"We're about ten minutes away, my love," I said, kissing her palm. "I think you'll be happy." After a short drive, I parked the car in the front circle of the hotel. Reaching over, I released Bella's blindfold. She gasped. "You like?"
"How did you get reservations?" she breathed.
"It wasn't that difficult, Bella," I said. "Your dad said that this was your favorite hotel as a kid."
"It was...it still is. I mean, the hotel is on the freaking water!" she beamed. "Thank you, baby!" Leaning over, she kissed me soundly on the lips. She bounced out of the car and acted more like my sister, squealing and jumping on her toes. I laughed as I handed over the keys to valet, leading her through the lobby. I walked us to the elevators. Bella gave me a look. "Don't we need to check in?"
"Already done, Bella," I said holding up two keycards. We rode up to the top floor of the hotel, walking to our suite that I had made reservations for the weekend. She was vibrating in anticipation. "You really love this hotel, don't you?"
"I do. I stayed here with my parents one time when we had come for a wedding. A friend of theirs, their son had his reception here and we stayed in one of the rooms. I was sold on this being the place where I wanted my wedding to be when I was twelve years old. Fast forward to when I was getting married to Tyler…they had the weekend before and the weekend after available, but Tyler refused to change the date because of whatever reason," she huffed.
"Bastard," I growled. "He knew about your love of this place and he didn't want to budge?"
"Nope," Bella spat bitterly.
"Well, I know it's not a wedding, but I do want to make this weekend special," I whispered, taking her heart-shaped face in my hands. "I love you, Bella and you're my whole world."
"You've already made this weekend special, Edward," she said, giving me an adoring smile. Standing on her tiptoes, she brushed her lips against mine. Her arms traveled my neck and she hung onto me tightly. "I love you so much, Mr. Cullen."
"You want to see our room?" I asked, dangling the key in her face.
"Fuck yeah," she grinned. I handed her the key and she opened the door, slipping inside of the suite. It was decorated rustically. There was a large king-sized bed in the center of the room with a crisp, white bedspread. Our suite overlooked the Puget Sound and the lights of Seattle twinkled in the distance. A fire was lit across from the bed and it bathed the room in a romantic glow. To the right, there was a large bathroom with a bath and luxurious looking shower. "This is amazing, Edward. Thank you."
"I'm glad you like it, gorgeous girl," I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Now, I've got another surprise for you, baby." I tugged on her hand and opened up the closet. Inside, there was a taupe and pink shift dress along with some heels. "We're going out to eat and then I've got the rest of your present."
"This dress looks brand new," she deadpanned.
"That's because it is. I checked your closet to see what size you were and I picked it out myself. I even found you some fancy underwear to put on underneath," I said, holding up a pink lacy bra and panty set. "We've got some time if you want to shower and clean up."
"You want to join me?" she purred, running her fingers along my chest.
"Um, let me think," I said, tapping my lips and rolling my eyes heavenward. "Yeah!" I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom. We stripped out of clothes as the bathtub filled. I wanted to wait before we made love since I was going to cherish her tonight. Bella almost got me to buckle, but I stayed firm and let my hands wander. I teased her with sensual caresses to her breasts, her thighs, her outer lips of her pussy…she was a writhing mess, begging for more by the time the water cooled and we had to get out.
"You. Are. Evil. Edward," she said, her eyes glassy and unfocused. "All I want is your cock and I want it now."
"Well, birthday girl, you'll have to wait for my cock," I said as I kissed her softly. "Because you're going to get that, my mouth and my fingers once we get back from dinner." She blinked up at me, obviously out of it. I backed away and watched as she caught herself on the counter. I chuckled, walking into the room and grabbed her toiletry bag filled with her makeup. "I'll let you finish getting ready. Once you're done, I've got your first present."
"Edward, you've done far too much already," she chided, shaking her head out of her stupor.
"Well, this present was already given to me. You don't need to worry about me spending too much money on you since I technically didn't spend anything," I smirked. Bella pursed her lips, crossing her arms over her still-bare breasts. "Baby, I do this because I love you. Please, don't fight me?"
"It's weird for me, Edward. I mean, for the longest time, my birthday wasn't acknowledged. I wasn't spoiled. I didn't expect it. So, I'll try to be a bit more gracious, but please be patient with me because it's what I'm not used to," she frowned.
I crossed over to her, cupping her face and forcing her sad chocolate eyes to mine. "I plan on doing for the rest of our lives, Bella. You know that, right?" I asked.
"I do. So, I may as well get my bellyaching out now," she quipped. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she brushed her lips across mine. "Okay, bub. I've got to get ready to go to this mystery dinner location."
"However, eating a naked picnic in front of the fireplace is looking more and more appealing," I growled, cupping her bare ass.
"Oh no," she chided. "I'm having a good hair day and we're going out. You went through all of this trouble, Edward. We're going to enjoy it."
"Fine," I grumped, pecking her soft lips chastely. She giggled, smacking my ass as I walked out of the bathroom. Like a mature man I was, I stuck out my tongue as I left the bathroom. In the suite, I dressed in charcoal gray dress pants, sans underwear and a maroon dress shirt. I verified my reservations at Tango for seven and my performance at Keys on Main for ten. We were all good to go. I plucked out the gift bag filled with Bella's present and her pre-present which were the drusy earrings that complimented her necklace and promise ring. Spraying on my cologne, my head turned when Bella walked out of the bathroom, naked as the day she was born. She sauntered to the closet and pulled on the lacy, see-through thong panties.
"I really shouldn't put on any panties," she said, giving me a grin. "I'm so wet, baby. These will just be ruined."
I stalked over to her, cupping her sex and feeling her very evident arousal. "Spread your legs, gorgeous girl. I'll take the edge off," I purred, barely caressing my lips with hers. She put one leg up on the chair, opening her body to me. I pulled her panties aside and slowly, torturously circled her clit. "You weren't lying about being wet, Bella. Do you want to come?"
"Yes," she whimpered, her fingers threaded in my hair, grinding against my hand. I stared at her as I toyed with her sensitive nub. She was rocking, her face pulled up in an erotica grimace. "More, Edward. Please?!"
"I love feeling your slick sex, Bella. Knowing that I made you that way," I purred, dipping my fingers inside of her pussy, gathering more of her wetness. I moved the pads of my fingers back to her clit, circling it in faster, tighter movements. With as wet as she was, I knew that she was very close. "Come for me, Isabella. Cover my hand with your release, baby."
"Hmmm," she whimpered, tugging on my hair forcefully. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Her body seized up and she was panting heavily as she came all over me. She slumped, leaning against my body.
"Sit down, my love," I said as I guided her to the chair. She was still coming down from her orgasmic high. I dashed into the bathroom, picked up a washcloth and walked back to wipe down Bella's still very aroused sex. When I rubbed the cloth over her sensitive flesh, she shuddered. "Again?"
"Kind of like an aftershock," she giggled. "Edward, you are…there are no words. Yes, we have a healthy sex life."
"Healthy is an understatement," I chuckled as I righted her panties. I picked her up and placed her in my lap, wrapping my legs around her waist. I kissed her shoulder.
"Back to what I was saying, we have a healthy sex life but you are such a good man," she whispered, looking at me. She pressed her hand above my heart. "Thank you for letting me in here, baby. Even though when we met, you were a bit of mut…"
"Man-slut," I snorted flatly.
"I still saw this. You have such a loving heart, Edward. I want to fucking kill Lauren for turning this part off in you," she whispered, nipping at my earlobe.
"But, while she turned it off, you made my heart beat again," I whispered back. "And that's all that matters, baby. You are my best friend and I love you so much. I can't imagine not being with you."
"Me neither," she smiled, pressing her lips to mine. "Yeah, I'm going to get dressed. Sitting in just a thong is a bit chilly."
"I don't mind it," I smirked, palming her breasts and twisting her erect nipples.
She laughed and got up from my lap and put on her bra. I sighed, watching her get dressed. It was nearly as sensual as seeing her take off her clothes. Though taking off the clothes was far more fun than putting them on. It was like unwrapping a sexy gift. "Edward, you're ogling me," she giggled.
"It's because you're fucking gorgeous," I smiled. She rolled her eyes and put on her jewelry. Hopping up from the chair, I walked to get Bella's earrings. She was clasping on her necklace when I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding the box with the earrings in front of her.
"Is the present you didn't pay for?" she quipped.
"Yep. Marcus, the guy who sold me the necklace, found me on the pier just before we left after our first trip to Rio. He said that he saw a lot of love between us. He gave me the ring and the earrings at the pier. I knew I wanted to give you your ring prior to leaving because I wanted you to know that this was real, very real for me and that it was in it for the long haul." I picked up her right hand kissing her promise ring. "Then, the earrings I wanted to save for a 'rainy day.' Well, that rainy day is today." She reached for the box, opening it up with a quiet gasp. "You like them?"
"They're so different," she said. "Similar to my necklace and ring, but still very unique. Edward, I truly do not deserve you."
"I don't deserve you," I replied, kissing the soft spot behind her ear. "But, I will show you every day that you are my world. My one true love."
"Okay, don't make me cry," she said, waving her hand in front of her face. "Phew. Edward, you really know how to knock me on my ass with those amazing words of yours." She took my hand and placed it above her heart. "You make my heart race and yeah…" She turned to me, kissing my lips softly. "I love you more than you can possibly understand." She pressed her lips to mine again and deepened our kiss. Her tongue slid between my lips, tangling with mine. It caused my cock to roar to life.
"Yeah," I panted, breaking my mouth from hers but not moving my lips from her skin. "We need to go or else we won't leave the hotel room, gorgeous girl."
"Let me put in my earrings," she smiled, putting on the dangling drusy earrings. She kissed my cheek before dancing to the bathroom and twisting her hair up to display the earrings. Transferring her ID, a credit card, cell phone and some lip gloss into a small clutch I tossed in her bag. "Ready?"
I nodded and drew her close to me. We walked to the elevator, riding down to the lobby. I handed the valet my card and my red Camaro pulled up, looking all sleek and sexy. I licked my lips, curious if Bella would want to break in the car, properly.
Behave, Cullen. That's Slutward talking, not Sweetward…Ugh, trying to turn a new leaf is so hard. I want to show Bella that I love her, but fucking can be so much fun. I don't know what to do…
"Edward, you okay? You're scowling," she asked as I helped her into the car. "Or you're constipated."
"Funny," I deadpanned. She gave me a snarky little smirk. I jogged to the driver's side and pulled away from the hotel. Using the GPS on my phone, I managed to get us to Tango without getting lost, handing over the car to the valet. "I hope you like tapas."
"I love tapas. I haven't been to Tango. Rumba, yes, but not here," she smiled as we walked into the restaurant.
I walked up to the hostess station, feeling slightly violated at the leer from said hostess. "Can I help you?" she said breathily, pushing together her lopsided breasts.
"I have a reservation," I said. "The name's Cullen."
"Good to know," she purred. "I want to call out your name when we're…"
"Finish that statement, slut and you'll get a heel up your ass," Bella snapped.
"Is there a problem?" asked an older gentleman asked.
"Your slutty, whore-like hostess was putting the moves on my boyfriend," Bella growled.
"Sir, I assure you. I did no such thing," she mumbled, giving me a longingly look.
"I feel violated after the way you looked at me," I hissed. The hostess rolled her eyes.
"Kat, this is not first time someone mentioned this," the man said sternly. "You obviously cannot keep you opinions to yourself. You're done."
"You're firing me?" Kat squeaked.
"I'm afraid so. This was the third complaint in as many days," the manager said, his beady eyes narrowing. "Your final paycheck will be sent to you. You have ten minutes to clear out your locker. After that, you'll be escorted out by security." Kat huffed, stomping away like a little girl having a tantrum. "I truly apologize for that. She's been warned time and time again about her flirtatious behavior. As a token of our apology, your meal is on the house tonight. Order anything you want."
"Thank you," I smiled.
The manager led us to a quiet corner of the restaurant, delivering an order of white sangria. Over dinner, we talked about Bella's new job, which looks like she'll be starting sooner rather than later; about my game, which I'm nearly done writing the score for and the bones of the game are well laid out. We also talked about Alice's impending visit around Halloween and began planning a Halloween party for our friends. The food was amazing. We both shared several plates of the tapas, wanting more, but saving some room for dessert. Bella got a little tipsy on the sangria, where I stayed somewhat sober since I had to drive us to Keys on Main, plus lay my heart on the line for my girl.
Before we ordered dessert, we got some coffee and I pulled out a small pink bag that held jewelry for her. "Now, I know that you probably feel that I'm spoiling you," I began.
"Edward, you do spoil me," she giggled.
"And that will never change. Anyhow, here's a romantic present for you," I smiled crookedly, giving her the bag. She eyed it dubiously before pulling out the tissue paper. Pulling out the box, she ran her fingers across the embossed lid. "Go ahead, gorgeous girl. Open it."
She blushed and pushed the box open. She covered her mouth as she stared at the sapphire and diamond pendant I gotten her. "Edward," she breathed. "It's beautiful. So different."
The pendant was platinum with a circle of pave set diamonds. Attached to the circle was a large round diamond attached to a pear shaped sapphire. The necklace was also platinum because I wanted nothing but the best for my beautiful girlfriend. "I'm glad you like it," I said, my face flaming. "I'll have you know that I have one more present for you."
"Edward," she admonished.
"But, I didn't pay a dime for it," I replied, giving her my signature crooked grin. "Come on, let's order more dessert than we know what to do with since this is a free meal."
"I can't eat another bite, Edward," she moaned. "I'm so full."
"We need to get something. A birthday sorbet? It's somewhat healthy," I winked.
"We split," she said, arching a brow. I waved down our waiter and ordered our sorbet, complete with a candle. As the staff sang to her, Bella turned bright red, trying to hide behind her hands. Putting the bowl of coconut sorbet in the middle of us, the staff left and we nibbled at the cool dessert, sharing the cookies on the plate. Once we were done with the meal, the manager came over and apologized again for Kat's behavior. I gave him and his staff a two hundred dollar tip, knowing full well that we spent that much at dinner.
We were waiting for the valet. Bella was shivering and I held her closely, kissing her forehead. "Where are we going next, baby?" she asked, pressing her lips to my jaw.
"Keys on Main," I said, feeling incredibly nervous. I really wished that I had drunk more.
"A piano bar?" she smiled.
"Yeah. It's a part of your gift," I blushed. She frowned, confused at my statement. "I wrote you a song."
"You did?" she squeaked. "I thought you didn't write anymore."
"Prior to meeting you, I had all but given up playing music. It made me think of Lauren. It was our thing. I never wrote her a song, but I did play for her a lot." The car pulled up and I helped her into the passenger seat. I tipped the valet before sliding into the driver's seat.
"So, she was the reason why you stopped?" Bella questioned.
"Yeah. Every time I sat at a piano or picked up a guitar, I'd hear her voice asking for me to play something," I frowned. "The first time I didn't hear her was when I sat down after you left. I wanted to write something just for you. I worked on it day and night when I wasn't working. I'm quite particular about how I write and what I put out there. I was putting finishing touches on the flight here. Then, I spent some time practicing at Keys on Main while you were at work. I got to talking to the owner and I asked if I could play it for you today. He was thrilled and the rest is history."
"So, let me get this straight. Evil bitch from hell dumped you and took your desire to play, perform and write music away. Then, fast forward to this summer and you meet me. I magically bring back your muse and you wrote me a song?"
"Essentially, yeah," I mumbled, pulling into the parking lot of Keys on Main. "I just pray that it doesn't suck and that you won't run away from me, screaming that I'm a psycho."
"Doubtful, Edward," she said, leaning over the console to kiss my nose. "Are you nervous?"
"Nervous barely scratches the surface of what I'm feeling," I tittered anxiously. "Let's head inside. I want to grab a drink, or twenty, before I go on stage."
"Stop it," she chided. I blew out a breath and helped Bella out of the car. In the club, I paid for our cover charge, leading us to the reserved table that the owner promised me. I ordered a glass of bourbon while Bella got a cosmopolitan. There was a man on the stage, playing some disjointed jazz music. It wasn't all that good but he seemed into it. His eyes were closed and he swayed on the piano bench like he was making love to a woman.
Okay, that came out wrong. If I made love like that, Bella would laugh at me. He looked like he was on a boat, swaying and trying to make his horrible music sound better.
He finished his set. His applause was pitiful. I gulped, fearful that the crowd would take to me in the same way. Do I suck like that? Oh god…I think I'm going to puke. "Up next, we have a special guest. He's been coming in the past few weeks, working on a special composition for his girlfriend. Well, tonight, she's here and Edward, you're about to make all of the women here swoon over your romantic ways. Come on up, man!"
I downed the rest of my bourbon and Bella's cosmopolitan before walking up to the Steinway grand piano. "I'm going to die, Frank," I said as I shook his hand.
"No, you won't. Just pretend that the bar is empty except for my pasty ass," Frank snorted.
I rolled my eyes and sat down at the piano. "Yeah, hi," I began anxiously. "I'm really nervous but I want to play this original composition for my girlfriend, my best friend and my everything. It's called 'My Everything,' too. Bella, gorgeous girl, this is for you. I love you." I laid my hands on the piano, my body shaking uncontrollably. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves. I couldn't.
Bella must have seen me struggle. She walked up to the piano and sat down next to me. "It's just you and me, baby," she whispered, kissing my temple. "Play for me, Edward. Show me how much you love me."
"I love you so much, Bella," I whispered, kissing her lips before turning back to the black and white keys of the piano. The song began simply and I felt stronger with her sitting next to me. The music flowed out of me. I could hear Bella sniffling next to me. The melody was simple and sweet, building in intensity, just like my love for my girl. As the music swelled, so did Bella's tears. She was quietly sobbing as I played for her. God, was I that bad? The song began grew quieter and with the last ringing note, I pulled my hands away. Looking at her, I hated to see the tears streaming down her face. "Don't cry."
"I'm happy," she sniffled. "No one has ever done anything like that for me. Ever."
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips against hers. Behind me the crowd screamed as we made out on the piano bench. Frank came back up and he had a drink for me and three roses for my girl. "It was better tonight, Edward. I'd love to have you come back. Play some other music. You're an amazing talent."
"Let me think about it," I said, kissing Bella after I took a swig of my bourbon, downing it one swallow. I helped Bella up and we bowed.
"Why am I bowing?" she asked as I held her hand.
"You're a groupie," I snorted, kissing her neck. The applause was rousing, much better than that boat/spastic piano man. With another bow, we left the stage and went back to our reserved table. A pair of piano players went up next and it was really loud and ruckus. We finished our fresh round of drinks and decided to leave the piano bar. Frank gave me a look, waggling his fingers in front of him at the bar like a piano, trying to get me to play. I gave him the gesture that I'd call him later. He gave me a cheesy grin, shooting two thumbs up. Outside, Bella pressed me against my car and pulled my face down to hers. Her tongue slid between my lips and she ravaged my mouth. "Bella, love…"
"I can't believe…" she whispered against my mouth. "Love you!" She kissed me again, trying to climb up my body. "Want you, Edward! Please!"
"Let me drive us back to the hotel, Bella," I said, wrapping my arms around her waist. She pulled back and tugged on my hand. She opened the passenger side door and flipped the seat forward. She slunk into the seat, kicking off her shoes. I looked around. The parking lot was not well-lit and I parked far away from the club. "If your dad catches us, I'm so blaming you," I said as I crawled into the backseat.
"You want to christen your car?" she purred. I looked at her and her skirt was pulled up and her panties were dangling from her finger. My brow furrowed. I wanted to. But I wanted to love her. "Edward, I can see your confusion. I know you love me."
"With my whole heart," I whispered.
"I also know that you want to steer away from what you deemed as 'Slutward-like' actions. Edward, the fact that you're stressing about this is a clear indication that you're not acting like Slutward," she said as she crawled over my lap, straddling my hips. She leaned forward and brushed her lips across mine. "I want you, Edward."
"I want you, too," I murmured back.
"I want you to fuck me," she said, brushing her lips down my jaw and swiveling her hips.
"God damn, I want to fuck you so hard," I groaned.
"In your car," she purred, biting down on my earlobe. "You know you want to. I know you love me, baby but fucking can be so much fun." She pulled back and ran her fingers through my hair. "There can be a mix of making love, having sex and dirty fucking. I love making love, especially with you. But, fucking until you're sweaty, raw and dirty? I want that, too. Based off your look of desire and your rock hard cock, you want it too." She rolled her hips over me. "I want you to smell me in this car, Edward. Smell us…smell our desire for each other. Fuck me, Edward."
She stared at me, rubbing herself along my shaft, through my pants. She was soaked and I wanted nothing more than to sink myself into her moist, tight walls. I reached up to her, untangling her curls from her up-do. Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders. She smiled and began unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my chest. I reached between us and unbuckled my belt. Making swift work of my pants, I pulled them down. My cock slapped against my stomach. "Commando?" she asked, arching a brow.
"Easy access," I smirked, reaching between her legs. She was so ready, coating my fingers with her sweet, succulent nectar.
"Edward, baby, I love your fingers but I don't want them right now. I want your cock," Bella said, looking into my eyes. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
"Oh, Bella. Hold on tight," I said as I lined up with her dripping entrance. I thrust into her, causing her to grunt and fall forward. She gave me a look, telling me to keep going. So, I did. Her body hugged mine; so tight, so wet and so fucking sexy. She was moving with me, thrust for thrust and rubbing her clit. "Fuck, baby. Play with the pretty little clit."
"Hmmmm, dirty mouth," she smirked, circling her clit. She leaned forward and kissed my lips. "Play with my ass."
I held up my middle finger. "Suck, baby," I commanded. She drew my finger into her mouth as she rolled her body over me, taking me deep inside of her. Pulling my finger from her mouth, I spread the globes of her delectable butt and circled her puckered hole. She whimpered and her movements slowed down. "Relax, Bella. I won't hurt you." She blew out a breath and relaxed. I eased my middle finger past the muscled ring of her ass. She shuddered. "Does it hurt?"
"No, it feels good," she panted. "Can you go deeper?"
I nodded, kissing her neck as I pushed my finger into my second knuckle. She moaned loudly, rotating her hips. "You like that, baby?"
"Fuck, I want your cock in my ass," she hissed, plunging her tongue into my mouth.
"We will, baby. I promise," I growled, practically vibrating with anticipation of claiming her there. "But that will take place in a bed with tons of lube and a lot of preparation."
"Yes," she panted against my mouth. "It feels so good to be filled by you, Edward." She kissed me, threading her fingers into my damp hair. "Fuck me. Make me yours."
I thrust up into her and pumped my finger in and out of her ass. She whimpered and moaned as she tugged on my hair forcefully. Her arousal leaked all around my cock and down my thighs. I loved that I made her that wet. The sound of our bodies joining was almost too much to bear. The smell of us, our sweat, perfume and cologne, and our sex was a heady, powerful fragrance. Plus, the way she was hugging my cock, it was sensory overload. "Bella, I'm so fucking close. You better fucking come with me."
"Add another finger to my ass," she pleaded, rocking above me.
I slid my ring finger along with my middle finger into her other entrance. It was tight and seeing her above me, pleading for release was my undoing. My cock twitched inside of her, wanting to explode. Bella's fingers were circling over her clit and her arousal glistened in the dim moonlight. "Bella…Bella, baby…fuck! Come! Please come…" I said through gritted teeth.
She screamed silently, her body clenching all around me and her release gushed from her body. She fell forward, burying her nose in my neck and languidly scratched my scalp as she slowed her movements. I removed my fingers from her ass, massaging the smooth skin of her behind. Then, she giggled.
"What are you laughing at?" I snickered, smacking her butt lightly.
"Look at the windows," she said as she slid off me. Her legs were still splayed and she moved to wipe between them with her panties. I ran my fingers through her wet folds, feeling our combined releases on my hand. "Stop, Edward. I'm really sensitive."
I winked at her as I slid my finger into my mouth, tasting us and finally looked around. "Damn. That's a lot of steam," I snorted.
"That's because we're so fucking hot," Bella said as she shimmied down her dress. She tossed her panties at me. "A memento for defiling your car." She took a deep breath, wrinkling her nose. "I'll pay to get it detailed."
"Oh no," I smirked. "I want the world to know that we fucked in my car." I kissed her, cupping her neck. "Was it okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, baby. It felt amazing," she mumbled against my lips. "I want more of that, Edward. I know you love me and want to cherish me, but I'm not made out of glass. It's good to mix it up a bit." I chuckled, nipping at her bottom lip before loosely buttoning my shirt and pulling up my pants.
"I still have one more thing for you back at the hotel," I said as I got out of the car. Breathing the fresh air definitely made me realize that we probably should have the car detailed. Bella gave me a playful glower as I helped her in the passenger seat. I got into the driver's side and lowered the windows.
"It's got a funk, right?" she giggled.
"Yeah, it does. New car smell plus eau de sex is not a good combo," I snorted. "Besides I can't see shit with all of the steam on the windows." Bella laughed heartily as I pulled away from the club. A short drive later, we pulled up to the hotel and I parked the car myself. I didn't want the valet to see the wet spot on the leather interior where Bella came all over me, nor did I want them to smell us. I found it sexy as hell and drove the entire way back to the Edgewater with a boner, but I'm certain that the pre-pubescent valets would either think it's gross or try and take the car for their own spin to have kinky car sex.
No. Thank. You.
Back in the room, I gave Bella the remaining part of her present. It was a framed copy of the music I played for her along with a recording of the song I wrote for her, along with some other original compositions, written for my beautiful, sexy, loving and gorgeous girlfriend. After I gave her that, Bella put the CD of my songs into the radio and we made love in the bed of her favorite hotel. I cherished her like I had originally intended and gave her so much attention and loving.
The next morning, we woke up late and spent some time defiling the shower, bathroom counter and rug in front of the fireplace. By the time we were ready to check out, Bella was walking a little funny and I was a bit raw, too. We had to drive to Charlie and Renee's, but I first stopped by a local car wash. I paid extra cash to get it detailed. The scent of our lovemaking, erm, fucking, was overwhelming. Bella was snickering as I forked over two hundred dollars to get the premium leather wash for the backseat and purchased four of the damn trees to hang in the car.
Despite the extra expense of paying for the detailing, I definitely felt a shift in my relationship with Bella. While I wanted to focus on being sweet and the epitome of the perfect boyfriend, she encouraged me that it was okay to bring out Slutward every once and a while.
He had some good fucking sex.
And good fucking sex is what we're going to have on a regular basis.
xx AIDA xx
"What crack was I smoking when I agreed to go fishing with your dad?" I grumbled at three-thirty in the morning. Bella was snug in our bed, naked from our time spent making love last night.
"You want to ingratiate yourself to him and prove to my stalwart father that you are, in fact, straight and can burp and fart with the best of 'em," Bella giggled. "However, it was your brilliant idea to make love until midnight."
"You were just so…sexy last night, baby. I couldn't walk away," I purred. "Seeing you in my shirt and nothing else? Fuck!"
"I've turned you into a sex monster," she said, reaching down to the ground and pulling up said shirt. She sat up, pulling it over her shoulders and buttoning one button in front of her breasts. Her pink pussy was framed by the shirt-tales of my black button-down. "Oh no. You have to bond with my gun-toting, beer-drinking, gas-passing father. Don't look at me like I'm a steak. I know you want this," she said, cupping her sex. "You can have it. If you're not too tired and after you've taken a shower because, you will stink."
I sighed, pulling on a baseball cap and crawled back into bed with my girl. I tugged her to my side, nuzzling her hair with my cheek. It had been a week since her birthday and today was the trip to go fishing. We were traveling a fair distance to Forks, which was where Bella lived prior to moving to Seattle when she was a kid. Apparently there was great fishing up there. Charlie was picking me up in his truck. We were picking up Ben, Angela's husband and driving to Forks. Harry had a small cottage with a boat.
My cell phone vibrated and I groaned. "I pray that he doesn't drown me."
"If he does, he'll have to answer to me," Bella said, tipping my cap up so she could kiss me. "Go catch me some huge fish."
"I'll try," I snorted. "That's if I don't fall asleep." I picked up my phone. "Hello?"
"You ready to go, Edward or are you poofing your hair?" Charlie barked.
"I'll be down in a second. Can we pick up some coffee?"
"No need. Renee made her fishing sludge," Charlie laughed before hanging up.
"What's fishing sludge?" I asked.
"My mom's version of espresso. It's thick and nasty," Bella said, wrinkling her nose. "It'll keep you awake but you'll smell like Columbian roast for about a month."
"Fabulous. Seriously, can't I just stay here? With you?" I whined.
"Nope. I've got to work on this piece on two of the republican candidates for mayor. I interviewed them both and Marcus wants the interviews to be in the Sunday paper. I've got to work," she replied. "Go, before my dad decides to come up here and sees you and me in my bed with me nearly naked."
"I'm going," I laughed, hopping out of the arms of my love. I swiped my jacket and picked up my keys, cell phone and wallet. I was tying my shoes when I felt Bella's arms around me. "Not helping my need to stay with you."
"One more thing," she said, nipping at my ear.
"What's that?"
"I love you, Edward," she said, smiling softly at me.
I melted, turning in her arms and cupping her sweet face. "I love you so much, Bella." I dipped my head and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned quietly, gripping my plaid flannel. My phone buzzed in my pocket. "I've got to go, gorgeous girl. You go back to sleep and I'll see you when I get back."
"Kay. Don't let my dad get to you," she deadpanned.
"I'll try." I kissed her again, striding out of the apartment and riding down to the lobby of the complex. Charlie was pacing, checking his watch. "Morning Charlie."
"Had to get dressed, Edward?" Charlie said, his mustache twitching up.
"No, Charlie. Just a little slow-going this morning since it's still dark out."
"The fish like to nibble early. We've got to get Ben and then hit the road. It's a three hour drive up to forks. We should be there just as the fish are waking up," he said, rubbing his hands together. He grabbed my jacket sleeve and dragged me out to his black truck. He ran to the other side and started up the car. He reached behind the driver's seat, handing me a thermos. "Have some fishing sludge."
"Um, I'd rather pass," I said, wrinkling my nose.
"You'd rather have that high-priced, foofy, name-brand coffee? A skinny mochalattecino?" Charlie asked, arching a brow.
Honestly, yes. "I'm partial to coffee black, but Bella told that this stuff doesn't need a mug to stay solid," I deadpanned.
"Bella drinks pussy coffee. Try it," Charlie said. Shoving the thermos into my hands. I opened it and poured myself a cup. It was very thick and the smell was overpowering in the cab of the truck. "It won't bite, Edward."
"Cheers," I said as I held up the cup, sipping the coffee. Oh. My. God. That's awful.
"Well?"
"I like my name-brand coffee," I said, handing him the cup. "Thank you, though. I'll just stick with water."
Charlie gave me a wide grin, dumping the coffee out the window. "You passed the first test. Tyler and all of Bella's other boyfriends just ignored the sludge. You, at least, tried it."
"I'm not going to die, am I?" I asked.
"Heavens no. It's just really strong espresso. I can't stand that shit either. Seattle's Best or Starbucks?"
"Seattle's Best," I smiled. Charlie drove to a nearby drive-through and we got three large cups of coffee before driving to Ben's place. He was snoozing on the front porch, clutching his baseball cap like a teddy bear. Leaning against his body was a fishing pole with a hook dangling close to his nose. By his feet, there was a tackle box. Charlie made me wake him up and I had to damn near carry him to the truck. In the backseat, Ben sprawled out and he was snoring the rest of the way up to Forks.
Just as the sun was rising, we pulled up to a tiny cottage in the LaPush Reservation, just outside of Forks. Mike and his dad were already loading up their gear into the boat that was parked off to the side, attached to Harry Clearwater's truck. "Wake up sleeping beauty," Charlie snorted as he put the car in park and jogged over to the guys.
Huffing out a sigh, I poked Ben. "Cheney! Wake up," I said.
"Why did I agree to this?" he mumbled, putting his hat over his eyes.
"Because you love me," I smirked.
"Nah, I don't," he laughed, pulling his hat on his head. "You just wanted a buffer between you and the chief. He's a scary motherfucker."
"He's not that bad," I said.
"Did he make you try the sludge?"
"Yes," I groaned, rolling my eyes.
"And did you? Or did you just pussyfoot around it?" Ben asked, wiping his eyes.
"I tried it. I thought I was going to puke but politely declined anymore. It was then that Charlie approved of me because I was apparently man enough to drink the sludge."
"Smart man," Ben said, smacking my shoulder. "Tyler wrinkled his nose without even trying it, claiming it was bad for his pores."
"This Tyler guy sounds like a real loser," I sighed. "What did Bella see in him?"
"Honestly, I think she was in love with the idea of love. All of her close friends were married and she desperately wanted that. When Tyler proposed, she eagerly accepted, not really seeing the signs that something was a bit loco about the guy," Ben explained. He sipped his now cold coffee that we purchased him. "Angela always had a notion that Tyler was gay. Jessica is a bit clueless. She's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but don't let Mike hear me say that. He's dumber than her. Becca, she's just bitter and she tried to spread the bitterness to the whole world."
"Boys! Come on! I want to spend at least five hours on the water!" Charlie barked. "You can gossip like to old church ladies on the boat."
We got out of the truck and walked over to the boat. Charlie introduced us to Harry, an old friend of Charlie's from the Fork's police force, his son, Seth, who was six years younger than me and in law school and Mike Sr. We all clambered into Harry's truck, either in the cab or the bed of the truck as we drove to the lake where we were going to spend the next five hours. Kill. Me. Now.
Once the boat was loaded in the water, we all scattered. Charlie lent me one of his fishing poles, a tackle vest and a cup of night crawlers as lure. He even made me put on the vest. Yes, I, Edward Cullen, wore a multi-pocketed, tan tackle vest. Not even I could make that look cool. I put the kibosh on wearing the hat. I was quite happy with my Mariners baseball cap.
About four hours into our little excursion on the boat, Charlie sat down next to me. He handed me a beer. At ten in the morning? I didn't argue and took the can of Vitamin R. "Got any nibbles?" he asked, adjusting his fishing hat.
"Nope," I replied. "I've never had much luck with fishing. At the resort, when I took guests on fishing excursions, I just give the run down how to handle the fishing rods, the bait and whatnot. The rest is all up to them. I do not want to be embarrassed."
"How often do you do that?" Charlie asked.
"Not very. I only do it when Emmett, my brother, and his assistant, Jasper, are otherwise unavailable. I enjoy doing the excursions, sometimes, but for the most part, I prefer my office, my computer and my cell phone." I thought for a little bit. "And air conditioning."
Charlie chuckled. "You love the 'luxury' part of your luxury resort."
"Yeah, I do. I mean, I do enjoy doing stuff outdoors, but I've always been better at the management end of things. Believe me, I tried all of the different facets of the resort. I liked each job and was challenged with the different quirks and nuances of each position."
"You did it all?"
"Worked the front desk, janitorial, wait staff, kitchen staff, dabbled in cooking, activities/outdoor excursions, concierge and wedding planner. Yeah, the last one, I hated that because the four weddings I planned had bridezillas and at the time solidified why I didn't want to get married," I said dryly.
"And now? Do you want to get married?" Charlie questioned, staring out over the serene water.
"I do," I replied reverently. Then, my face quirked up in a crooked grin. I do. Dum dum da dum…dum dum da dum…
"Got the wedding march floating in your head, Edward?" Charlie laughed.
"How'd you know?" I asked.
"You hummed it." He sipped his beer and turned to look at me. "Do you have something to ask me, son?"
"Yeah, I do," I blushed. "Look, I'm the type of guy girls don't bring home to their parents."
"Real rousing proclamation, Cullen," Charlie deadpanned, giving me a humorous look.
"No, it's not," I chortled. "My past…" I took off my hat, running my hand through my hair. "I got hurt, badly, when I was in college and I self-destructed, Charlie." I gave him a leery look. "I dated this one girl, Lauren, all throughout college and she dumped me my junior year. She had been screwing around with other guys. She had been treated for a sexually transmitted disease and had to tell her partners. That's how I found out about her infidelity."
"You're clean, right?" Charlie kind of growled.
"Yeah. Lauren and I were always careful, but at the time, I thought she was my future. When she told me that she was fucking around, my heart shattered. When she went on to explain that she had chlamydia, I felt betrayed that she could have gotten me sick. So, I went on a binge of being a colossal man-whore," I snorted derisively. "I used women the way that Lauren used me. I was like that for nearly eight years."
"What changed?" Charlie choked out.
"Bella," I whispered. "With one self-defense move, a thunderstorm and a fall, she broke through all of the walls I had built up. She had seen me and not the man-whore. She saw that I was broken and became my friend." I recast my line and sighed deeply. "I regret so much about my past, but Bella, she makes everything worth it."
"And this past man-whoreish thing, you're over that?" Charlie snarled.
"The mere thought of touching another woman that isn't Bella sickens me," I shuddered. "She's it. She's my soul mate and I love her with everything inside of me. I want everything with her, Charlie. Please don't take that away."
"Do you think I want to lose my balls?" Charlie laughed. I shot him a look. "Edward, it takes strength and integrity to admit past mistakes. We've all done them. Hell, before I met Renee, I was a bit of a ladies man."
I don't need to imagine my girlfriend's father being a ladies man. Ewwww!
"Anyhow, I knew if I told you to fuck off, Bella would have my balls in a vice faster you could say 'Seattle Times.' You've brought that sparkle back into my daughter's eyes. Tyler, the fairy boy that he is, always wanted the sparkle for himself; my daughter's feelings and ambitions be damned. When he asked my permission for Bella's hand, I didn't give it to him, but he asked her anyway. Now, I'm going to jump the gun and give you my blessing for whatever plans you have for my daughter. I want to see that sparkle in her eyes for the rest of your lives together," Charlie said, clapping my shoulder.
"I'll take care of her with everything that I have and her happiness is my priority. I love Bella, so much," I whispered.
"Good. Now, a few stipulations come with this blessing. Number one, if you go back to being a man-whore, I reserve the right to carve off your balls with a dull and disease-ridden scalpel while you're awake," Charlie growled. I cupped my crotch, just imagining the visual. Charlie just grinned evilly. "And number two, get Bella something bigger than a diamond pebble. Her ring from Tyler was so damn tiny!"
"Duly noted, Charlie."
A/N: I love Charlie in this fic. He's just so cool. Lots of pics with this one. Some safe for public viewing, others, not so much. The pics that are safe for viewing in public will be on my blog (link for that is on my profile). The pics that aren't will be on my tumblr (link also in my profile, but I'll also link the NSFW photos on the blog post). You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79.
Also, thank you for those of you who voted for AIDA for the Energizer WIP award for Choice Twilight Canon Fanfic. We got 1st place. I'm completely flummoxed with that one, but humbled, too. I'm proud of this fic and I'm glad you are all enjoying it.
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