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Chapter Twenty-One
Today we leave for Orlando - finally. It's two days after the best movie date ever and tomorrow is Edward's birthday.
He's still in bed, looking like a gorgeous sleeping God, and like a grade A stalker, I snap a couple of pictures of him. I should really buy more storage for my phone.
Grabbing a piece of hotel stationary, I write Edward a note.
Cowboy,
Don't worry, I didn't leave you (I could never, so don't ever make me). I'm getting breakfast - I'm thinking frosted donuts with sprinkles? Do you like those? Or are you tired of all of my junk food? Maybe mom was right to stop buying me treats.
I'm finding it hard to sneak away from you. I want to just crawl on top of you and smother you with my kisses. Do we really need breakfast? Probably, huh. Okay, well I just meant to say I'll be right back and I'm getting distracted.
If you want to, just stay right where you are and wait for me. We'll have breakfast in bed. If you do wake up, don't move and don't put any clothes on.
Swanie
P.S.
I heart you.
I put the note - okay, let's be real here, the stationary is rather small. I put the notes on my pillow next to him and quietly leave the room. And if you can believe it, I miss him immediately.
I walk as fast I can without actually running until I'm standing in front of this cute little bakery around the corner. The sweet smell of baked goods has my stomach rumbling like Edward's truck.
There are glass cases full of so many sweet treats, I don't even know where to start. I grab a bag from the spot that says bags are here and pick out four of the best looking donuts.
I may or may not have eaten one on the long walk back.
I push open the door, my stomach flipping in excitement to see Edward and feed him and kiss him. Thirty minutes away was too long.
The door closes behind me, and I pause, taking in the clean room. Did he…
He's still where I left him when the bed comes into view, but he's awake, his arms up, hands resting beneath his head. "Did you clean?" He smirks and shrugs, the sexy neat freak. "I'm a slob, sorry. But in my defense, I've been a little distracted." I drop the sweet bag on the TV stand and tug at the sheet. "Did you clean naked?"
"Mornin', Swanie," he says, ignoring my question which means he did. "I got your note."
"I brought donuts," I say, kicking off my flip flops, grabbing the bag and stepping up onto the bed. He licks his lips and sits up, head tilted back to watch me walk across the mattress. "You don't hate donuts, do you?"
He shakes his head and reaches out, yanking on my shorts to pull me down onto his lap. His lips whisper across my lips and down my neck, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. "You heart me, Swanie?"
Holy cow.
"I mean, yeah," I say, truthfully, because what's the point of lying?
"What does that mean?" He asks, but those dimples are out, so I know he's just messing with me.
"I don't know," I say, pulling open the bag and sticking my hand in. "If you're a good boy maybe I'll tell you."
He chuckles and opens his mouth the second I hold the donut up. He chews and swallows, and I wish he'd chew me up and swallow me, too. Maybe not chew, but like lick and suck a little.
He buries his hand in the bag and comes out with another donut, holding it up to my mouth. "I'm not tired of your treats," he says as I take a bite of said treat. We feed each other like two idiots in love. Afterwards he licks my fingers clean, and I'm deep breathing like I just got done running a marathon. "I'm still naked, Swanie. What're you gonna do about it?"
I toss the bag from the bed, not caring where it lands and grab his face. "What do you want me to do about it?" I ask and lick left over frosting off his mouth. "You taste delicious, like my very own treat. Like a cowboy donut…"
"You're crazy, baby," he says, pulling my shirt off. "I'm thinkin' I wanna bury myself inside you and never leave."
"Okay," I breathe, standing with my feet on either side of his thighs and wiggle out of my shorts and underwear - long past the shy stage. I drop to my knees and smash my lips against his, making him groan all deep and sexy. "Every time we try to leave…" I gasp into his mouth, slide my hands down his shoulders, and slide across his lap. "...this happens and then we stay in bed all day doing dirty things…"
"You don't like dirty?"
"Oh, I love dirty with you," I say, moving my lips to his cheeks, peppering kisses all over his face.
"What else do you love?" He asks, the beautiful sneak.
"Lots of things…" I suck on his neck, wanting to mark him like I'm some deranged alpha animal. "...taking pictures of you…" I lick up the side of his neck and kiss his jaw, shivering as his palms slide down my back. "...your cowboy voice, kissing you…"
"Swanie…"
"...oh, and just you." I press a kiss to his lips and suck on the bottom one, shivering as his eyelashes flutter open, those green eyes crinkling as his mouth stretches with his smile.
"Yeah?"
I nod, my smile rivaling his. "Yeah."
"I wanna hear you say it," he says. "Tell me, Swanie." He shifts his hips, pressing his thick erection against my soaking wet center, and I am like seriously so fucking in love with him, it doesn't even make sense. I mean, it does obviously, but it's only been ten days.
Ten days of absolute bliss.
I reach up and trace his eyebrow, staring at the scruff on his cheek, my heart kind of pounding so hard against my chest, I'll probably have bruises - invisible ones - but bruises nonetheless. "I'm kind of nervous," I say, sliding my finger beneath his eye up to the bridge of his nose, always touching him because I can't physically not touch him. "It was supposed to be your birthday gift." He raises his brows like he actually thought I wouldn't remember. "Is that dumb?" He shakes his head, his green eyes riveted to my face - my mouth. "I'm so obsessed with you I can hardly breathe sometimes. Do you feel like that around me? Breathless?" I don't let him answer before continuing. "Will you say it back? I mean, do you even love me?"
I bite my lip and stare at him until he pulls me forward, kisses my forehead and pushes my face into his neck, his lips meeting my ear. "Want me to say it first?
I jerk my head up and stare at his soft lips. "You want to say it?" He starts to open his mouth, but I slap a hand over it. "I love you," I say before he can say it first, my heart lodged in my throat. "People will think I'm crazy - oh my God, mom and dad...dad especially - but I can't help it, honestly. I've never loved anyone before, but when I look at you - when I feel you - it's indescribable. Seriously, I can't even describe it." I slowly remove my hand and kiss his lips before continuing. "I'm no expert at love or anything, you know, but there's no way I don't love you." I let out a breath and smile so big my face hurts. "I love you. God, it feels good to say it. I feel like I've been holding onto those words for like ten days. I love you, cowboy - how sweet does that sound?" I fall into his chest, hugging him, resting my cheek on his bare chest. "That felt really good."
"Yeah," Edward says, and I can imagine the dimples deepening his sexy, scruffy cheeks. "You know I love you, too, Swanie, yeah?"
My freaking heart is going to explode right out of my chest.
"I was hoping so," I say, rubbing my hands up and down his back, my smile probably looking pretty demonic. "So, what now?" I ask, shifting my head to press kiss after kiss across his chest, shivering when his fingers pull at my hair, bunching it in a fist.
"I'm thinkin' we should make love, Swanie." he says, tilting my head back and kissing my lips once, twice, three times before running his nose along mine. "You wanna make love with me?"
"I want to never stop," I say, wetting my lips.
"Not even to eat?" He asks, grinning, the adorable man.
"I'll just eat you," I say, giggling, feeling too many things right now - happy things, totally freaking happy things.
"Same," he says, nibbling on my lip. He lifts me a smidge, rubbing his erection against my opening, his eyes lowering.
"You're making me crazy," I say, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to wiggle myself enough so that he slips inside. He tightens his arms around me and lifts us from the bed. "What are you…"
"Condom," he says, grunting a little when I nip at his jaw. "Do it again." He lets go with one arm, and I hear him grabbing a condom while I nip his jaw gently then lick it, kind of even sucking on it a little. Love makes you do crazy things, I tell you! "I'm thinkin' I won't be able to be gentle."
He lowers me to the bed and rips the condom open, and I watch mesmerized as he rolls it on. "Rough love?"
He lifts his eyes, a slow smile tilting his lips and nods. "Can you take it, baby?"
"Yeah. Can you?"
He chuckles and pushes between my legs, his rough hands spreading me wider. He gives me all his weight and smashes his mouth against mine, his erection pushing deep inside me. I gasp, and he pushes his deeper, grinds harder, kisses me wetter and loves me rough.
It hurts so freaking good.
When we're done, he does it all over again in the shower.
Orlando who?
Disney World what?
I prefer my naked cowboy telling me he loves me as he pounds me into the wet, shower wall.
But tomorrow is his birthday, and a Disney World birthday does sound amazing. Plus, I'm going to scour the internet until I find a bakery close by that will make him a white cake with whip cream as frosting - not whipped cream frosting - and cherries on top.
I can't freaking wait.
"As much as I love our road trip," I say, squeezing Edward's hand. "I'm not looking forward to the five or six hours in the truck."
"No?"
I shake my head and pull open the back door. "No. You've spoiled me, cowboy. Three days in a bed with you, and I never want to leave."
"We're just gettin' a new bed," he says, tossing our bags in and slamming the door. He steps into me, pushing me gently against the side of the truck. My hands are on his chest, and his are on my neck, his thumbs rubbing along the column of my throat.
"Can I drive?" I ask, licking my lips and staring at his gorgeous face.
He smiles and shakes his head before kissing me good and hard, wet and hot, and by the time he lifts and pushes me inside the truck, I'm like a freaking wet noodle.
"You ready, baby?"
I buckle up and scoot into his side. "Yeah. I think I'll take a nap. Will you be sad if I'm not talking to you?"
"Yeah," he says, completely serious, and my heart warms.
"Naps are overrated anyway," I say, and he chuckles.
"I like your dress." His hand lands on my thigh, shoving the t-shirt material up a little. His eyes are on the road and mine are on his manly hands. I love how he has those sexy veins, and how he's all tan. He's the most perfect treat.
"Thank you. It's a t-shirt dress."
"Yeah?"
I nod and yawn, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I actually hate wearing dresses, but this one is basically an oversized tee, so it's not too bad. Plus, it's cute, huh?"
"It is, Swanie." He slides his hand higher before pausing and just resting his hand on my upper thigh, hidden beneath the cotton. "Sleep, baby, if you want," he says. "That way you're rested for when we find our next bed."
"I can't sleep when you say things like that."
He laughs, giving me a delicious squeeze.
"What are we going to do after Disney World?"
I don't ever want to go home.
He doesn't respond right away and my brain automatically starts telling me that he doesn't really love me and is going to dump me off at home and never see me again. "I was thinkin', Swanie, we'll find someplace where we can get married."
"You're kidding," I breathe, wanting to be his wife more than life.
I didn't mean to make that rhyme…
Shut up!
"I'm thinkin' no. You don't wanna marry me, baby?"
Holy fucking cow.
Yeah, this deserves a fucking.
"I'll marry you," I say, tilting my head up to look at his profile. "I'll marry the crap out of you."
He looks down at me, chuckling, before saying, "Yeah?"
"Like totally yeah. Dad is going to murder me, but at least my headstone will say Bella Marie Cullen. How sweet is that!"
"Deathly sweet," Edward says, making me giggle.
"Shut up."
Oh my God, Edward wants to marry me.
Will he be a gentleman and ask dad for permission or am I going to get naughty Edward? I kind of want naughty Edward. I mean, dad's going to say no. Will Edward just take no for an answer?
"I'm thinkin' you should pull over, cowboy."
"Why?"
I get up on my knees, his hand sadly slipping free, and kiss his cheek. "Because I want to kiss you and hug you and touch you, and I want us to be alive when I do it."
He glances at me, his eyes dropping to my lips, and I smile and hug his neck, pressing our cheeks together.
He pulls over, and I climb on his lap.
"I can't believe you want to make me your wife," I say, smothering his lips with mine.
"Who else is gonna feed me for the rest of my life?" He jokes, his hand going to the back of my head, pushing my mouth harder against his.
I don't know how long we stay pulled over on the side of the road, but it's long enough for my lips to feel raw and my heart to do a million cartwheels.
This love stuff is to die for.
He's to die for.
"Tell me you love me," he says, his thumbs scraping across my cheeks. His lips are swollen and red, and it's the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"I love you."
He grins all cute and does the adorable nose rub before saying it back, his voice all husky, and I die a thousand deaths in just two seconds.
We're getting married.
Somebody freaking pinch me.
I've never been a fan of insta love, but look at me go. lol
But really, these two were meant to be. I couldn't help myself.