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Chapter Twenty-Two

Swanie,

Don't worry, I didn't leave you (I wouldn't even if you tried to make me).

It was your snorin that woke me up, but it's alright since you're so fucking pretty when you snore. I'll be back soon. I'm bringin breakfast so you can feed me.

For my birthday I wanna do dirty things to you. You gonna let me? I'm thinkin you will, Swanie, because you're a good girl.

Stay naked.

Cowboy

P.S.

You turn me inside out, baby. I'm out of breath for you. I'm thinkin you're the love of my life, and I heart you, too.

Blinking sleep from my eyes, I read Edward's note four more times. Then I read it again. He wrote me a dirty love note - kind of - and holy cow is it the best thing I've ever seen.

It's supposed to be his birthday not mine. I'm keeping this forever. I'm going to frame it and hang it over our bed. Oh my God, we're going to have a bed. I should call mom and tell her I love her for insisting I get on that plane and get to Florida. Without her lack of care for my phobia of plane crashes, I would have never met my cowboy. She's so precious.

I grab my phone and send her a text. Just good morning, I love you. Then it's Edward's birthday today. We're celebrating at Disney World. I'll send pictures.

Sliding from the bed, I grab and fold my note gently and put it with the others I saved from Edward. I hurry to the bathroom and wash my face and pee before climbing back into the bed that smells just like Edward. He's all over me - everywhere - and it's droolworthy.

Scrolling through my camera roll, I study every picture I've taken of Edward and me. I love how we start out as cute strangers and slowly - but quickly - turn into two people madly in love. And it is madly. I'm lucky to have found the boy I'm going to love forever at 19. My stomach flutters at the thought.

He said he was out of breath for me.

I'm the love of his life.

That's so beautiful I could freaking cry.

I don't but only because Edward pushes the door open and graces me with his presence. I sit up, holding the sheet to my chest and stare at him. He's wearing a regular hat low on his head, a plain tee, gym shorts, and Nike's and he looks sexy as sin.

"Good morning, birthday boy," I say, and his eyes meet mine. "I got your note."

"Mornin', Swanie," he says, tossing his keys onto the table and setting the bags down before moving to the edge of the bed.

"I don't snore," I say, my heart beating unevenly.

"Where's my birthday kiss?" He says, pulling the sheet down and tilting my head up. He leans down and kisses me before I can even scramble to my feet and smother him with my mouth.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs my hips, pulling me up until I'm standing completely naked on the mattress. He pulls his mouth from mine and glances down my body, his smile slow and sexy. "Why are you still dressed?"

"Why're you not doin' dirty things to me yet?" He grins deliciously.

I can't help but smile back. "What kinds of dirty things?" I ask, kissing his cheek and pulling him closer, shivering when his hands wrap around me and slide over my butt, squeezing gentle with a small dose of roughness.

"Take my shirt off to start with," he says, slapping both of my butt cheeks lightly.

"Oh, you're Mr. Bossy on your birthday, huh?" I ask, but I most definitely start pulling his shirt off because I literally want his shirt off.

When it's over his head and discarded somewhere on the floor, he bites my collarbone. "You wanna be the boss?" He licks across my chest and up to the other side, sucking where my neck meets my shoulder.

"No," I say, arching my neck. "It's your special day. I'll do whatever you want." I feel his smile against my skin, and I like it like a whole freaking lot.

"Whatever I want?" He asks, and I nod. "Take my shorts off, Swanie."

I push him back and kneel down, pulling them with me as I go, gasping when I find him hard and ready and wearing no underwear. "Commando?" I look up at him, and he shrugs with that freaking dimpled smile.

"I'm runnin' low on underwear," he says, pushing my hair out of my face.

Honestly, why is that kind of adorable?

I keep pushing his shorts down until he kicks his shoes off and lets them slide down his legs. He puts a knee to the bed, and I shuffle back on my knees, my eyes zeroed in on his thick erection. I love looking at it and touching it.

"What're you starin at, Swanie?"

I look up and meet his amused eyes and shrug. "It looks nice, cowboy."

He arches a brow and runs a finger across my nipple, making me gasp. "Nice enough to put in your mouth, yeah?"

Licking my lips, I shuffle forward a smidge. "Is that what you want for your birthday - my mouth on you?"

He jerks his chin up. "Yeah, baby, and for you to tell me how bad you wanna taste it."

I swallow roughly and feel the heat hit my face. "Wow," I say, fanning my face with my fingers. "You're really sexy talking like that. I love naughty Edward."

He chuckles and yanks me into his body, and I feel every hard inch of him. He kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, "You wanna suck it?"

"Suck what?" I ask, stupidly, turning to lick his face. He's making me crazy, and I'm soaking wet, and I love this side of him. He's still gentle but with rough edges and a dirty freaking mouth.

"My cock, Swanie."

I nod and swallow, pushing my fingers through his thick hair. "I'll do it."

"Do what?" He asks. "Say it. Tell me what you're gonna do to me for my birthday."

"Can I still talk when I'm dead because I feel like I'm dying? You are literally killing me, cowboy. I love every inch of you." I shake my head and pull his mouth to mine. "I'm going to suck your cock, cowboy. Will you like it?" I lick his lips, and he groans, tightening his arms around me.

"I'm thinkin' I will, baby. Your mouth drives me fucking crazy." He bites my bottom lip, hard enough to make me gasp, but soft enough not to draw blood. "What're you waitin' for?"

My smile feels out of place during a moment like this, but holy cow, I can't help it. He's just so freaking adorable, sexy, and downright hot all at once. "Hold your horses, birthday boy, I'm going. Well, actually, can you lay down?"

He lays on his back, and I crawl between his legs, feeling brave or something because I lick a path from the base all the way to the tip, sucking lightly when I get there, my eyes trained on his face. He's a freaking sex God, that's for sure.

My sex God - who I love the crap out of.

"Happy birthday," I say before taking him completely in my mouth. His big hand fists my hair, guiding me gently as I take as much as him as I can.

"That feels good," he rasps, fingers tightening. "You're a good girl, baby."

Holy cow, he's going to be the death of me.

I lick and suck, trying my hardest to make it good for him, and he must like it because he's praising me in that cowboy voice and those dirty words, and I'm a freaking puddle right now.

When he's right there, he pulls my mouth off him and drags me up his body, his lips slamming onto mine. "I wanna come in you, Swanie," he grunts, pulling my legs over to straddle him. "You wanna let me?"

"Yeah," I breathe onto his mouth.

"Yeah?" He thrusts his hips, slipping inside me in one go, our combined groans like a beautiful song in the air. "Fuck. You're so good," he says, keeping our lips together while he rolls us so that he's on top. He drags his lips across my cheek and buries his face in my neck, his hips pumping, my heart pounding. He grunts when I scratch my nails down his back. "Do it again." I do it again, kissing his cheek and biting his jaw.

"I love your cock," I whisper the truth but say it because it throws him off before he starts doing me harder. "I love you, cowboy."

"Fuck," he growls, biting me. "Keep talkin'."

I smile, pressing my lips against his shoulder and slip a hand between us, trailing it down my stomach, the backs of my fingers brushing along his abs as I find what I need and play with it. "Harder, cowboy." Edward moves faster, pushing harder with every thrust inside me, and when it starts to build, he moves even faster. "Oh God," I gasp, and he lifts his head and slams his mouth onto mine, pushing deeper until we're both coming, his deep groan making my eyes roll into the back of my head. He slowly moves in and out, kissing me softly, and if I wasn't already in love with him, this would have sealed the deal.

He pulls back and stares down at me, his smile lazy and freaking cute. "You good, Swanie?"

I nod. "Yeah, but I think it was me who did all the dirty things." I widen my eyes, making him chuckle and shrug like he liked what he got. "When you call me good girl - like wow, it does things to me."

"Yeah? What kinda things?"

"Good things," I say, my eyes glancing at the bags he brought in. "What's for breakfast?"

He slips from my body, and I miss him, but then again the view as he walks away from me is mouthwatering. He pulls containers out before coming back to me and the front view is provocative - the sexy seducer.

"I got you cinnamon rolls," he says, and I sit up to investigate. I love cinnamon rolls. He climbs in behind me, and I turn around to face him, the smell of the sweet treat making my stomach rumble in need. "You gonna feed me?"

"Sure." I lick my lips when he opens the container, and I kind of feel like an impatient puppy. I reach in and grab the big one, sneaking a bite for myself before giving Edward one. After our third one, I lick the glazed frosting off my fingers and say, "Are you ready to visit the most magical place in the world?"

"I just did," he says, melting me like a full tub of butter. I don't even like butter.

"Shut up," I say, kind of blushing. "You always say things that make me never want to leave the bed. Is this how you expect us to live our life - naked, having sex all day?"

Like I would ever complain - as if.

He grins and licks the edge of my mouth. "What's the problem?"

I shrug, pretending like it doesn't matter either way. "I mean, I'd be okay with that." I lean forward and steal cinnamon kisses before climbing from his lap and pulling him from the bed. "Come on, cowboy. Disney World is calling our name. We need a shower. I have the cutest Disney shirt to wear. What are you wearing?"

"Clothes," he says.

"Well of course, cowboy. I would hope you wouldn't go naked." I start the shower, smiling like an idiot. "What kinds of clothes?"

"Shorts and a tee," he says, pushing me into the shower and under the spray. "Hand me the soap, Swanie. I wanna wash you."

"Okay." I hand it over because duh.

He takes his time washing me and then I wash him.

By the time we're done, the water's cold and my fingers look like dried up raisins.

But who cares.

Not me.

We take a shuttle bus into Disney, and I can't help but be freaking excited when we hop off. We're in for a day of long lines and aching feet, and I can't wait.

I grab Edward's hands and walk backwards, pulling him along with me, my backpack a heavy weight on my shoulders. "Are you excited, birthday boy? Where do you want to go first?"

"Wherever you wanna take me, baby. You can be the boss at Disney."

I shake my head, grinning like a lunatic. I let go of one of his hands and pull out my phone, holding it up. "Say cheese, cowboy."

He smiles, dimples out, and I snap a picture of him. "Do you think there could be alligators in that water?" He looks over his shoulder, and I step into him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"They're not gonna eat you, Swanie," he says, turning back and grinning down at me.

"You never know."

He chuckles and gets us walking. "I'm thinkin' we should follow the map in order," he says, holding my hand.

"Okay, and we'll stop for treats along the way. Like for those churros. Mmmm, oh, and I want one of those big turkey legs and a Mickey pretzel and I want to try a Dole Whip cup. I was going to say the corn dog nuggets, but that turkey leg looks giant."

"Swanie…" Edward says, just Swanie, but he's smiling like I'm funny.

"What? I Googled which foods were the best at Disney World."

"Are you gonna share?"

"I mean, yeah," I say, shrugging. "Sharing food with you is my favorite. Plus, it's your birthday, so I'll treat you extra special."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

We step into line at the first ride we come to, and I can't even tell you what it's called because Edward hugs me from behind, leaning his chin on my shoulder, whispering dirty things in my ear between cute cheek kisses, and he's delicious enough to distract me from the magic of Disney.

How sweet is that!

Edward lets me drag him all over the place - kissing me through selfies, hugging me while we eat, giving me a piggyback ride when my feet start to hurt. By the time the sun sets, I'm sun beaten and the happiest freaking girl in the world.

On the shuttle ride back to the hotel - we skip out on the parade and fireworks - I scour through my photo album. I took a million and one pictures and even handed the phone over to Edward a few times so I could strike stupid poses for him. He laughed himself silly, and I freaking love him.

My favorite one is in front of Cinderella's castle. I stopped a random lady and asked her to take it. Edward's arms are wrapped around my chest from behind. He's smiling at the camera like the dimpled cheek God he is, and my head is tilted up and to the side, staring at him like I'm obsessed with him.

I sent it to mom, and her words were "Dear Lord, sweetheart."

I know, mom!

"You're so fucking pretty, Swanie," Edward says, staring at our Cinderella picture over my shoulder.

"So are you," I say, grinning up at him. He smiles and kisses my lips. "I bought you your favorite cake." Okay, it was supposed to be a surprise, but oh well. "I had them deliver it to our room. White cake, whip cream for frosting, and cherries. You're not too full are you?"

He shakes his head. "You gonna sing to me?"

"Do you want me to?"

His freaking smile!

"I'm thinkin' I wanna hear it."

"Okay," I say. "I'm not the best singer, though, so don't laugh. My grandpa used to cringe when I would sing for his birthday. I mean, of course, I was obnoxious on purpose…"

"Now, I really wanna hear it," he jokes, nudging me with his arm.

"Shut up," I laugh. "Now, I'm going to Marilyn Monroe your ass."

"What?"

"Yeah, you know, like sing it all sexy like I'm some kind of seductress."

"Alright," he says. "You can."

"What! No!"

"Yeah, baby. It's my birthday wish."

"Shut up," I say again, my face heated and not from the long gone sun.

"Come on, Swanie," he whispers, grinning, leaning down to kiss my cheek before his lips meet my ear. "I wanna hear you seduce me."

Holy cow.

"You don't play fair," I say, shoving him gently with my shoulder. "But, fine. I can't say no to you especially on your birthday. But when it's my birthday, you'll owe me."

His chuckle whispers across my ear, and I shiver.

Today was the best day ever.

And later, after I butcher his birthday song, he strips me naked and has his cake and eats it, too.

What a spoiled cowboy.

My heart is exploding.