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. I may also repost A Ilha Do Amor, too ... we'll see.
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).
Welcome back, my lovelies! A Prescription for Love is back and up next will be Edward and Bella's trip to Oahu. (If any of you have any good Oahu stories, please let me know! I've been to Hawaii, but to Maui not Oahu.) There will be good times had for our favorite nurse and doctor. And when I mean good times, I mean lots of lemonade. There will also be a plot in Oahu, but lots of romantic times will be had, mostly.
Next installment, we're going to finish up our trip to Hawaii and have some more sexy times. Then, we're going to head back to Chicago. We'll have Rose's trial and the elusive it that the story is building toward. (As promised, it's not going to be a breakup…).
Now, this story is based in a hospital. My medical training comes from…WebMD and Wikipedia. I'm not a doctor, nor do I claim to be. I'm a music teacher who has a wild imagination and a penchant for all things Twilight (and with this story, added in a mix of ER! I loved Luca Kovac…) Which brings me to my disclaimer: None of this is mine. I'm not, nor ever will be, Stephenie Meyer. If was, I'd be rolling in the dough from her insane imagination that gave us Bella and Edward. No copyright infringement is intended.
Thanks to my girls in my Facebook group for the suggestions for one of the lemons in this chapter. Edwardsouthern Bella, this is all you, darlin!
Chapter Twenty-Five
EPOV
After the tour of the plantation, we walked in the world's largest maze. Bella's melodic laughter filled the tall bushes that made the maze. To see her so carefree and happy, made my heart burst with love for her. "Come on, slow poke!" she called. "Stop staring and help me solve this thing!"
"Maybe I want to get lost in the maze…live out my dreams of public fornication?" I snorted.
"Edward, no. Just no," she laughed, walking back to me. Her fingers threaded with mine and she smiled at me. "We're not fucking in a large maze in the shape of a pineapple. Besides, do you not hear the children surrounding us? You'd scar a poor child for life." She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me softly. "I love you, Edward."
"I love you, too. Though, I'm surprised you return my affections. Being in this tropical climate has turned me into a sexual deviant," I chuckled, my face flaming.
"Hmmm, perhaps it's affected me, too," she said, nipping at my lips. "I promise you that before we leave, we will have sex…"
"Bella, we have sex, make love," I choked out, "quite often."
"You didn't let me finish," she purred, playing with my hair. I arched a brow at her. "As I was saying, we will have sex in public, just to satisfy your sexual deviant tendencies."
Game. On.
BPOV
Suffice it to say, Edward had this swagger the rest of our time in the world's largest maze at the Dole Plantation. Though, I was mentally berating myself, wanting to rescind the statement I had made about public sex. What the hell was I thinking? Public sex? You're a moron, Swan. Face…palm…GAH!
As embarrassed as I was, I did want to do this for him. Edward has always been confident. Yes, he has his intricacies and quirks but one of the things that made him so attractive to me, besides his warm soul, was his confidence. He was so self-assured. So sure of himself. The complete opposite of me, at least at the beginning of our relationship. I've gained my own sense of confidence, but it's not as pronounced as Edward's. Prior to that, it was a unique dichotomy.
Edward's strength versus my weakness.
Edward's confidence versus my lack of poise.
Edward's cool head versus my emotional crazy.
Edward's loving, warm heart…well, I've got that in spades. At least, I think I do.
Yeah, you do. Charlie and Jacob didn't take those from you. You're more like your mom in that way, Bella.
Unfortunately, this suggestion, or rather, promise of making love in public was completely insane. Seriously, I was smoking something when I suggested it and it wasn't the good stuff. Or maybe it was the tropical weather making me horny… We have been going at it like jack rabbits.
I understand the need to keep things interesting in the bedroom. It would be boring if all we ever did was make love, in the bed, with the lights off and in missionary position. I have to admit that Edward's birthday had been amazing with the masturbation while he watched. However, it was still in the privacy of our own home. I didn't have to hold back. I could scream, shout and gush all over as I came. In public, that wasn't a possibility. I'd have to quell my screams and my orgasm. Unfortunately, my suggestion weighed heavily on my mind as we drove home, ate dinner and eventually went to bed.
I tossed and turned, but couldn't get comfortable. My brain wouldn't shut down. With a huff, I scrambled out of bed and padded down to the kitchen to make myself some tea. It was nearly four in the morning when I finished making my soothing drink. It did little to calm me. I needed more than what the tea could give me. Biting my lip, I found my cell phone and began calling my friends. I needed some guidance. Help. A swift kick in the ass. Something.
Angela was on her way to work, walking into the ER. I couldn't talk to her. Damn.
Alice was sleeping, having just gotten off a night shift. Shit.
I refused to call Rose. This was her brother for fuck's sake.
If I called Emmett, he'd probably laugh at me. Besides, I'm not that close with Em. He's a good guy and a friend but I do not feel comfortable discussing my sex life with him.
I considered Esme a friend, but honestly, she's lumped in with Rose. Edward is her son. She gave birth to the man and changed his diapers. He probably peed on her as a baby. That's all sorts of weird to even consider it.
The last person I considered was Garrett. He always insisted that I could talk to him whenever. We had formed a close bond since he started working at county and I did feel comfortable enough to talk to him about this. Would I get grief about it? Probably, but Garrett's teasing was never out of malice. Garrett was so much like Edward. He wore his heart on his sleeve and only teased people who he truly cared about.
Dialing his number, I settled onto one of the chaise lounges by the pool. The air was warm and fragrant while I waited for him to pick up. "Hello?" he answered when he picked up his phone.
"Hey, Garrett," I murmured. "It's Bella."
"Hi, Little Sis," he said, his voice sounding happy. "What's up? Why are you calling me at four in the morning, Oahu-time? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" he quipped.
"I should be, but I can't," I sighed.
"What's wrong, Bells?" he asked. "You sound troubled."
I rubbed my eyes, curling up on the chaise. "Don't laugh at me, Garrett," I muttered.
"Of course not," he soothed.
"I made a promise to Edward and I'm afraid that I won't be able to go through with it," I stammered out.
"Did he propose? About damn time!" Garrett whooped.
"No, Garrett, he didn't propose," I snickered. Huffing out a breath, I shook my head. "Shit, this is tough."
"Take your time, baby girl," Garrett said.
I blew out another breath, leaning forward on the chaise. "Okay…okay, so, lately Edward's been quite, um, horny," I began. "It all started on the plane. He was trying to distract from the takeoff by suggesting joining the mile-high club." Garrett snorted over the phone. "You said you wouldn't laugh!"
"I'm not laughing at you, baby sis," Garrett said. "I'm chuckling at Edward. He is quite straight laced when it came to sex. Yes, he had had a fair amount of partners prior to dating Tanya, but he was tight-lipped about it. I'm surprised he'd even consider it."
"That makes his behavior even more confusing," I said, scratching my head. "Garrett, he's obsessed with public sex. Today, he tried to get me to fuck in the world's largest maze in the shape of a pineapple."
Garrett howled in laughter.
For nearly five minutes.
"Garrett, it's really not that funny," I deadpanned, becoming slightly irritated at him.
"Woah … I'm okay now," Garrett said, panting heavily. "It's just that…it's Edward."
"Help me out, Garrett. I'm really not following," I said.
"I don't want to betray Edward's confidence, but let me tell you that his previous relationships with women were pretty, um, dry," Garrett explained. "You need to talk to him about it for further clarification. However, just the mere thought of Edward proposing public sex is so not in my scope of reality that…I'm beyond shocked, Bella. Really."
"Do you think he doesn't respect me?" I whimpered. "Is he just with me for sex?"
"What?! Bella, no! Edward loves you so much. I've never seen him like this with anyone and I've known him for a long, long time," Garrett amended. "His love, adoration, devotion and respect for you is all-encompassing, baby girl. My guess is that Edward's suggesting this to you because he's so comfortable with you."
"Kay," I sighed.
"Are you considering it?" Garrett asked.
"I said I would while we're here in Oahu," I whispered. "I swear, this tropical weather is fucking with my head. I even agreed to it with the breathy-porn voice."
"What the hell is the breathy-porn voice?"
"It's this, baby. The sound of a woman panting, begging for you wantonly," I breathed out, purring seductively.
"Okay, stop that. You're a little too good at that. You've got that…that…voice down perfectly. You could earn some extra money being a phone sex operator and honestly, I don't want to picture my baby sister doing that," Garrett cringed. "I love you, Bells, but never,ever, under any circumstance speak like that to me again. I don't want to have pervy daydreams about my baby sister."
"Duly noted," I said, speaking regularly. "Pervy daydreams?"
"Shut it. Now, let me guess, you're feeling self-conscious over this promise?" Garrett asked.
"Yeah. I mean, this is something that Edward wants and desires. However, it's not me," I explained. "I want to give it or something amenable to it, you know? He's been so freaking generous with me. I want to repay the favor."
"Bella, it's not tit for tat," Garrett admonished. "Yes, Edward is a generous man. He's always been that way. Very rarely, though, does he spoil himself. He'll give his gifts and such to others."
"I really want to do this, Garrett. But, how?" I whimpered.
"Well, Bella, seeing as you're a health care professional, you should be well-versed in the mechanics of sex," Garrett quipped.
"You know what I mean, you ass," I said flatly. "Give me some suggestions of how? Where? I don't want to get arrested for public indecency."
"Is this how you think of me? Ask me how to have public sex? I can so feel the love, Isabella Swan," Garrett chuckled.
"It's not that…Garrett, I don't mean to imply," I wailed.
"Bella, I'm just teasing you. I've only been with two women in my life but I do have a wild side when it comes to sex. Just ask Alice."
"You know how you asked me to not use the breathy porn voice?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't talk about your wild side with my best friend," I snickered. "Ewwwwwwwwww!"
"Got it, baby girl. Now, do you want my help or not? Are you going to utilize my inner sex god or are you going to bitch and moan about this?" Garrett asked.
"Help. Help me, Garrett," I deadpanned.
"Contain your enthusiasm, Bella." I giggled. "I think I have an idea of what might work for both of you," Garrett said. "It'll sate Edward's desires for public sex and not get you two arrested."
"I'm all ears, Garrett."
After an hour and watching the sunrise, I ended my call with Garrett. I felt much better about what my plan. Garrett, much to my surprise, was quite the romantic (and perv)giving me the perfect suggestion. After I finished my conversation, I went back upstairs. I crawled into bed, burrowing against Edward's chest. At first, he grumbled at the intrusion but welcomed me once he realized who or what it was disturbing his sleep. Quickly, I fell asleep, relieved that I had solved the public sex conundrum.
I just needed to implement the plan.
xx APFL xx
The next couple of days were spent at the house, lazing by the pool, reading books (for me) or medical journals (for Edward), fooling around and just relaxing. One day, we decided to go to Ala Moana Shopping Center. I was not too keen on going but Edward wanted to. We spent the late afternoon and early evening shopping for our friends and family. Edward got Rose a floral sarong and pearl necklace. I decided to get her the matching earrings. Edward also got his mom a similar necklace.
For Angela, I bought things for the baby. She and Ben knew they were having a girl. I got some things for next summer and an adorable stuffed turtle. Alice was a bit more challenging to buy for. I ended up getting her some sarongs and this cute ankle bracelet with a starfish on it. Edward and I decided to have some fun with Garrett. We got him a blue Hawaiian shirt, a shark tooth necklace and a pink ukulele. Edward wanted to get Garrett a grass skirt and a coconut bra but I quickly put the kibosh on that.
We separated for a bit, wanting to venture off on our own. We'd spent nearly every waking minute together. I wasn't tired of Edward by any stretch of the imagination but time apart would benefit us from time to time. I ended up in a bookstore. I bought a few new journals that had a Hawaiian motif to them. I had filled all of the journals that Edward gotten me for Christmas a month back and I needed some new ones. I'd been scribbling my journals in my old go-to: a cheap notebook from the drugstore.
My cell phone beeped from my purse. I dug it out and saw a new text from Edward.
I'm hungry and managed to get a private room at Vintage Cave Honolulu. Come join me in eating some sushi, sweet girl? – E
A private room? Really? – B
My charming demeanor and crooked smile worked wonders, baby – E
Edward… - B
Fine, that and a hundred dollar tip. It's an amazing restaurant. By Macy's – E
Aren't we dressed too casually? – B
Nope. You look beautiful in your dress, Bella. Then again, you always look beautiful. *Crooked grin* Love you – E
Love you, too. See you soon – B
I pocketed my phone, checking the nearest directory before walking briskly as I could in my wedge heels. I easily found the restaurant. Edward was leaning against the entrance, wearing something different from when we left. He originally had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Now, he was dressed elegantly in a pair of black dress pants and an olive green t-shirt. "Did you change?"
"I went into Macy's and picked this up," he shrugged, pushing up his glasses. "You are perfect for the restaurant but I was too casual. Easy fix. What did you get?"
"Picked up some new journals," I replied. "I filled up the ones you gave me for Christmas. I needed something pretty since the ten cent deal with the other notebooks weren't cutting it. So, I found some cool looking ones that had vintage looking Hawaiian postcards as the covers. What about you? You have more bags, too."
"Clothes," he snorted. "My clothes I was wearing from earlier plus our gifts for our friends and family." Edward took my hand and we went inside of the restaurant. The host led us back to a fairly sizable private dining room. The host winked at Edward, slipping him a card. "Apparently, Vinnie thinks that I'm interested. He just gave me his number."
"Didn't you flirt to get this room?" I quipped.
"Harmless flirting. A smile and some cash," Edward said as he put our bags in the booth. He tore up Vinnie's number, tossing it onto the table. With a warm smile, he helped me into the booth, sitting next to me.
"Did you miss me, baby?" I asked, putting my hand on his muscular thigh.
"Of course, sweet girl," he purred, kissing my temple. "I always miss you when we're apart."
"Me, too," I said quietly, snuggling up to Edward's side. The server came and took our drink orders. Edward got us a bottle of wine and placed an appetizer order. Once the drinks and appetizers were delivered, Edward asked the server to hold off checking on us until he was summoned. The server nodded, scurrying away and closing the drapes of the room. We sipped our wine, sitting in a comfortable silence.
As he played with my fingers, Edward kissed my neck. "I got a phone call from Garrett while I was shopping," Edward said as he pulled my legs into his lap. Draping them over his knee. "He explained to me that I may need to tell you about a few things. Explain some things."
"I'm going to kill Garrett," I grumbled.
"Don't kill him. He wouldn't have called if he wasn't concerned. He's a good guy but he said that you were confused," Edward said, his brow furrowing. "About what?"
"He didn't say why?"
"Nope. He just said that a couple of days ago, you called in a tizzy over a promise and that you were confused about my behavior," Edward said, quirking a brow over his glasses.
I sighed, idly playing with my wine glass. "I called Garrett because of the promise I made to you in the pineapple. The promise of having sex in public?" My face flamed.
"Bella, if you don't…"
"The thing is, I do. I want to give this to you but I was just panicking on where to do it, not to mention when," I said, wrinkling my nose. "Then, Garrett mentioned something about Tanya and your previous relationships. He was shocked you even suggested the prospect of making love out in the open."
"Oh," Edward responded. "Ohhhh!"
"So, since you've given me the opportunity to ask; is it different with me? Our sexual relationship?" I asked.
"God, yes, Bella. With you, I feel so empowered and loved and cherished," Edward breathed. "You make me feel like I'm the only guy on the planet and I love it. I love you." He twined his fingers with mine, looking into my eyes. "Though I do admit, I wasn't always this demonstrative. Affectionate, yes. But this all-encompassing need to claim you? You're the only one. It's because I want the world to know that you're mine."
"Possessive much?" I teased.
"Hardy har har," Edward deadpanned. "I probably should explain my previous relationships."
"I don't want to hear about those," I said harshly.
"Not in explicit detail," he clarified. "But, I do need to explain Garrett's reaction." I looked at him, trying to understand his meaning. Edward's green eyes were almost contrite and nervous. His now slightly tanned skin was pink from embarrassment. "I'd always been a nerd."
"Please, Edward," I chided. "You're smart but a nerd, you are not."
"Well, that's because I grew into my lanky body and obtained muscles. However, like you, when I see my reflection, I see the gangly, pimply-faced, brace-faced teenager with no swag as Emmett would put it." Edward ran his hand through his hair. "You're not the only one who is dealing with self-esteem and body issues."
"I'm sorry," I muttered, feeling like an idiot.
"Don't be, sweet girl," he said quietly, running his finger down my cheek. "I'm telling you this because it led me down the path to you. You understand?"
"Not quite, but after you explain it, I will," I said truthfully.
Edward nodded, kissing my lips softly before settling back to explain. "I was quite the late bloomer. I never really did much in high school because of my 'geekiness'. College, I grew up but was still somewhat reserved. I had girlfriends but nothing too serious. I lost my virginity at a late age, about twenty or twenty-one. I don't really remember because it was a non-event. The woman I was with didn't like her body and we had sex with the lights out, covers over us and in missionary position. That's what I thought sex was. Each subsequent relationship was just as 'dry.'"
"Edward, you're an amazing lover," I said.
"Now," he snorted. "When I got together with Tanya, she was the one who got me to experiment with sex. Compared to what we do, the sex I had with my ex-wife was tame. At first, we were quite horny for each other but soon after our wedding, the sex tapered off. When we got divorced, Tanya said that it was because of her lack of interest in men. She still found me attractive but didn't sexually desire me anymore. The only time she got off was when I…" Edward blushed, ducking his head.
"Went down on her?" I finished for him. His blush deepened and he nodded.
"Long story, short…what I feel for you is nothing compared to my previous relationships. Like I said, you make me feel like I'm the only one in your world, Bella," he said, looking up at me. "The fact that you're willing to go outside of your comfort zone for me is nothing short of amazing. I want to see your naked body under the sun of Hawaii while we make love on the beach. I want to taste your body as I make you come inside of the convertible, overlooking the Pacific Ocean."
"Fuck," I breathed, my skin becoming flushed. "When is the server coming back?"
"Not for a while?" Edward replied, sounding more like a question.
With a brazen smile (and a furtive look to the curtains), I reached for his belt buckle. His eyes widened behind his dark brown frames as I quickly unbuckled his belt and removed his arousal from his dress pants. I moved closer to him, wrapping my hand around his cock. Leaning up to his ear, my lips brushed on the soft skin. "You have to stay quiet, Edward."
His eyes clamped shut and he whimpered his response. I smiled against his neck, inhaling his spicy but clean scent while my hand idly moved along his length. His arm was firmly clamped around me, holding me to his body. His dick was as hard as I could remember it. The feel of his arousal in my hand was like velvet wrapped around a titanium rod. Now, my hand was not gripping at him in a blind need to get him off. This was more sensual and wanton. I wanted to use the taboo of being in public as a stimulator. My fingers ran along his length lightly.
"Bella," he choked out, burying his nose in my hair. "I'm dying here."
"No, you're not," I replied, reaching the tip of his cock. Using my palm, I circled the head of his erection. Edward's hold on me tightened to the point where he was gripping my hip too hard. Pulling my hand away, I licked my palm, tasting his salty pre-cum on my palm. "So good, baby."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Edward chanted, nipping at my neck. His fingers were tangled against my dress, pulling at it and raising the skirt dangerously. I chuckled sexily, wrapping my hand around his body, languidly pumping him. I focused most of my movement along the head of his dick. I really didn't want to get caught with my hand down Edward's pants. "Bella…I'm so fucking close. Shit, baby!"
"Stay quiet but let go, Edward," I purred against his temple. "Spill all over my hand."
"I want to be inside of you, Bella," he begged.
"You will," I promised. "Tonight, when we get home. For now, come. Come for me."
"Yes!" he hissed as his release covered my hand. His mouth descended to my neck, sucking lightly at the juncture of where my shoulder met my neck. I kept stroking him until he deflated. I used some water and my napkin, cleaning him before tucking him back into his pants. He was boneless, not saying anything but looking at me like I had just told him he had won the lottery, or something. Nope, I just gave him a hand job. In a fancy restaurant. With a hundred or so strangers on the other side of the drapery.
"More wine?" I asked, picking up the bottle and topping off his glass. "You must be parched. I know I am."
"You minx," Edward chided.
"You love me," I winked.
"With all my heart, Bella," he breathed, kissing my lips softly. Then, a grin spread over his lips as he dragged my right leg over his, opening my body.
"What are you doing?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Returning the favor," Edward replied, his lips moving to my neck. He bit down at the fragile skin, soothing it with his tongue. His hand moved to my inner thighs. We shouldn't be doing this. It was bad enough I had Edward's penis out a few minutes ago but have his fingers inside of me? Too much…way too much. Before I could say anything, Edward had moved my panties to the side, slipping his fingers inside easily. "Fuck, Bella. You're so wet!"
"Quiet," I pleaded. "I don't want to get kicked out!"
Edward looked at me and his eyes were black with desire. "Take off your panties, Isabella," he said commandingly. I hesitated. "Now, love."
I quickly slid my panties down my legs. Edward took them from me, putting them in his pocket. "You'll get them back when I'm done." With a seductive smirk, Edward opened the drapery. "We'd like to order, please."
I gaped at him as he settled next to me, bringing my leg back over his. I tried to move it but he held fast, running his fingers along my inner thigh. "What can I get you two?" asked the server.
Edward tapped his mouth with his fingers that were just inside of me. He drew one of them between his lips, tasting my arousal. He moaned. "I'm in the mood for this sampler. Is it big enough for two people?"
"Plenty, sir," the server said with a fervent nod.
"We'll have that," Edward said as he dropped his hand back to my leg, idly tracing my dripping folds with his fingertip. "Is that okay, love?"
"P-p-perfect," I stammered out as he rolled my clit with his hand.
"Anything else?" the server asked. "Another bottle of wine? Some more appetizers?"
"Another bottle of wine when you bring the food," Edward said smoothly, seemingly unruffled by the desire he was eliciting from me. A small whimper escaped my lips and he removed his fingers from my core, massaging my inner thighs. "And an few more napkins. I spilled some water on my pants and…"
"Of course, sir. I'll be right back with that." The server left the private room, returning a few moments later with a handful of black napkins.
The curtains were closed again and Edward turned back to me. "If I touch you, will you come?" Edward asked huskily.
"Fuck, yes. Edward, I'm so wet," I pleaded quietly.
"Why are you wet?" he asked, moving his hand closer and closer to my aching pussy. His mouth was ghosting over my lips. "Is it because we're in a crowded restaurant? The fact that I was touching your body while I ordered our dinner? Or how about I tasted your arousal on my fingers?"
"All of it," I whimpered. "Please, Edward."
"Do you understand why I'm so turned on by this?" he asked, kissing my mouth fully. As he did so, his fingers plunged into my core. His mouth covered my moans. Like a livewire, as soon as he touched me intimately, my muscles clenched and I came. Not as forcefully as I usually did, but the waves of pleasure overtook me easily. Edward kept his fingers moving inside of me until the server came back with a new bottle of wine and our meal. With a sexy, smarmy grin, Edward thanked the server and we tucked into our meal. Well, Edward tucked into the meal. I just sat there. Dazed. Confused. And still incredibly turned on.
What the hell just happened?
xx APFL xx
The rest of our meal was pretty nondescript. Edward did leave a hefty tip for the server as an apology for the jizz-filled napkin. He almost took it as a souvenir. I shoved him out of the restaurant as he stared at the napkin longingly. We left the shopping center after Edward made some off-handed comment that he wanted an iPad and proceeded on going back home. We made love in the pool and the hot tub.
The next day, Edward woke up early, brushing my hair away from my face. "I'm going for a surfing lesson, love," he whispered.
"Do you want me to come?" I mumbled sleepily.
"No. You sleep, sweet girl," Edward replied, kissing my cheek. "We were up late and you must be sore from all of the sex we've had."
I chuckled, nodding before burrowing back into the covers. "Call me on your way home."
"I will, Bella. I love you," he said, kissing my shoulder.
"Love you, too. Don't drown."
Edward barked out a laugh. I closed my eyes for a few more minutes before dragging my tired body out of the bed. I wanted to surprise Edward with a new iPad. Using my own credit card. He was bankrolling this entire vacation. The least I could do was get him an iPad. I took a quick shower, plaiting my hair down my back. I ate a quick breakfast before grabbing my purse and the car keys for the SUV. Inside of the silver Mercedes, I was grateful for the fact that it had a GPS. I didn't exactly remember where the shopping center was.
Two hours later, I had a new black iPad with all of the necessary stuff: a case, power cord, USB cord for the computer and a fifty dollar iTunes gift card. While Edward was at his surfing lesson, I'd sync it up to his computer and load his music onto it.
I was nearly done when I heard Edward come into the house. "Bella?"
"In the kitchen," I called out, finishing the sync with a picture of the two of us from the sunset cruise as the background of his screen. He dragged himself into the kitchen, looking a little bedraggled but proud wearing a pair of swim trunks, a tight black shirt and a baseball cap. "How was surfing?"
"Good. I have no doubt that I'm going to be sore tomorrow but I managed to catch a few challenging waves. It was awesome," he beamed. "What did you do this morning? Sleep in? Dream of me?"
"I slept a little while longer, but I ran an errand this morning," I said, giving him a coy smile. "Close your eyes."
"Bella?" Edward chided.
"Just do it, Edward," I said, arching a brow. He shut his eyes. "Hold out your hands, palms up."
"What are you doing, sweet girl?" he chuckled.
"Please, Edward?" I whined.
"Okay, okay," he laughed, putting his hands out, palms up. I giggled as I put the iPad onto his hands, bidding him to open his eyes. He did and saw the black gadget in his hands with a blue leather case. "What did you do? Bella? This is an iPad."
"You mentioned you wanted one. Surprise," I said, giving him a beaming smile. I opened the case, pressing the button at the bottom, displaying our picture. "I've already loaded your music and some apps, too."
"Sweet girl, this is amazing," he murmured, flipping through the two pages of apps I'd downloaded using his email address, but using my credit card to pay for them. "Unnecessary, but amazing. Thank you."
"You're welcome," I said, a blush flaming my cheeks. Edward put his iPad onto the counter, sweeping me into his arms. He smelled like sunlight, the ocean and a hint of his fresh scent. I squealed as he kissed my cheeks, nose, forehead and lips, lingering there before devouring my mouth. His hat fell off his head while he kissed me. He pulled back, leaning his forehead against mine. "I'm glad you like it, Edward."
"You really didn't have to do that for me, Bella. Last night, I was just saying that. I don't necessarily need an iPad but I'm grateful for it," he said, nipping at my lips. "Besides, I've got you something, too. You'll get it tonight."
"What's tonight?"
"Well, after I soak in the hot tub, scour off the salt from my skin and take a much needed, we're going to a luau," he responded. "I got the name of an awesome one from my surfing instructor: the Paradise Cove Luau. When I was driving back to the house, I called them and asked if there was availability for tonight and there was. I made reservations."
"That sounds awesome," I smiled.
"You want to join me in the hot tub?" Edward asked, waggling his brows suggestively.
"For a soak? Yes. For anything else? No," I giggled. Edward glowered at me. "I'm a little sore, Edward. Just give me some time to recuperate, okay?"
"I'm sorry," he frowned. "I don't want you in pain…"
"I'm fine just a little tender," I explained. "But, I'll cut you a deal. Despite the lack of sexy times in the hot tub, I'll at least go in naked."
"Sweet!"
We spent an hour in the hot tub. Edward regaled about his time surfing. I was so proud of him as he described his time on the water. However, he was tired and a bit sore from the rough surf. On his back, he had a pretty nasty bruise from the surfboard jamming into his shoulder. On his elbow, he had a small scrape from hitting a sandbar. Once I saw those, I dragged him out of the hot tub and into the shower. After that, I dressed his scrape and massaged his bruise before settling down for a nap.
The alarm went off a few hours later. Edward took another shower to address his smashed hair. I just used a blow dryer to take the dampness out of mine before tossing it up into a sloppy but chic up do.Alice would be proud. I pulled on a long, colorful skirt and a purple tank top.
I was putting on some jewelry when I felt strong arms around my waist. "Fuck, you're like a walking sin," Edward growled in my ear. "You may love your collarbones but your back and ass are so sexy, Isabella." His hands traced down my sides until he grabbed two handfuls of my ass. "A thong?"
"This material is somewhat slinky," I replied, wriggling my hips against his hands. "What time does the luau start?"
"Six," he growled, holding me to his bare chest.
"You better get a move on," I quipped, dancing out of his arms and into the bathroom to put on some makeup. I kept my makeup simple since my outfit was pretty flashy. It wasn't something I'd normally wear but since I was on vacation, it seemed appropriate. I picked up my shoes and wandered downstairs. I waited for Edward, playing with his new toy. It was kind of cool and definitely on my list of things to get before I die.
Edward came down the stairs, holding his shirt and a tube of lotion. "Can you put some lotion on my back? I'm very dry from the salt water," he said, wrinkling his nose.
"Sure, baby," I said as I guided him to the stool in the kitchen. I gently massaged the coconut flavored lotion onto his skin, feeling the dryness along his shoulder blades. I took special care to make sure his back was covered. Pressing a kiss to his shoulder, I handed Edward his shirt.
"Thank you, sweet girl," he smiled crookedly. He put the shirt on, quickly buttoning it. Edward picked up the keys from the convertible. We went out into the garage and drove to the Paradise Cove Luau. Parking the car, we walked toward the entrance. A worker stopped us and took our picture. Edward was nuzzling my neck while I got as close as I could to him. His lips caressed my earlobe as the worker took the photo. "I love you, my Bella."
My face flamed, turning to look at him. "I love you more," I smiled, kissing his lips. There was another flash and click of the camera. The worker handed me two tickets with a wink. Inside of the luau, we were given leis. Edward's lei was simply greenery while mine was white orchids and plumeria. In the luau, we were seated at a table with eight other couples near the stage. My shy, unconfident nature came out in full force. All of the couples sitting at our table were beautiful and I felt like the ugly duckling sitting at this table of swans, my boyfriend included.
A waiter came around, pouring some tropical drink. Everyone was chattering around me and I was very quiet, focusing on my pink beverage. Edward easily spoke with our table while I wanted to fade away. Damn insecurities.
"You're awfully quiet," said a sweet voice to my right. "Bella, right?"
"Yeah," I said as I looked up at the woman sitting next to me. She was young, skinny and blonde. "I'm sorry. What's your name?"
"Susie," she chirped, holding out a perfectly manicured hand.
"Nice to meet you," I said as I shook her hand.
"Are you on your honeymoon?" Susie asked.
"No. Just vacation," I replied.
"That's cool. Tristan and I are on our honeymoon. We're spending two weeks here in Oahu and another two weeks in Maui," she gushed. "It's been so romantic."
"A month in Hawaii. That's amazing," I said, my brows shooting to my hairline. "What do you and your husband do?"
"I'm a teacher. My husband owns his own company," she smiled. "Some technology company and he does really well. I mean, look at my wedding set. It's huge!"
She thrust her hand in my face, showing me a very garish and large diamond. "Wow," I said noncommittally.
"How long have you and your hottie been married?" Susie asked, waggling her brows. "Are you rekindling the fire?"
"Um, we're not married," I stammered. "Just vacation. Spending two weeks together in Oahu."
"Oh, I understand," Susie said, patting my arm. "I remember what my mom said about situations like this. Something about a cow."
"What?" I hissed.
"Why get the cow when you can get the milk for free?" Susie said, tapping her lips. "You're the cow. Or the milk?"
"Excuse me," I spat, getting up from the table and stomping away from the table. I walked into the bathroom and slammed the stall door. I leaned against the wall, trying to not cry. Susie was so oblivious and dumb. After a few calming breaths, I walked back out of the stall, washing my hands. My eyes were glassy from unshed tears and my face was pink from embarrassment. Huffing out a breath, I walked out of the bathroom, right into a wall of somebody. Based off the tingly feeling and fresh scent, I knew it was Edward. "I'm sorry."
"Sweet girl?" Edward murmured, taking my face in his hands. "What's wrong? You left in such a hurry." His eyes narrowed and he saw my apparent distress. "Were you crying?"
"Trying not to," I sniffled.
"Why? What happened?" he asked, wiping my cheeks with his thumbs.
"The girl next to me said some things that were kind of rude. However, I think she was being ignorant and blonde," I quipped lamely. "No offense toward any other blonde. Just her."
"Kind of gathered that," Edward frowned. "Her husband must have seen you storm off and he laid into her. What did she say?"
"Something offhanded about our relationship," I shrugged. "Ever heard the phrase, why pay for the cow when you can get the milk for free? She compared me to that due to our marital status. Then, she called me a cow in reference to that phrase." I snuggled against him, listening to his heart beat against his chest. He held me tightly, swaying us outside of the bathroom. "Come on. Let's head back. I don't want that ignorant woman to ruin our night."
"You sure? We can go if you want," Edward said as he cupped my face.
"No. I want to stay," I said, giving him a weak smile. "But switch spots with me. If I sit next to Susie, I will seriously scratch out her eyeballs. No one calls me a cow or milk or whatever."
"Got it, sweet girl," Edward chuckled, kissing my lips softly. We walked back to the table. Susie looked quite admonished and nervous. Her husband, Tristan, was glowering at her and shooting me apologetic glances. I ignored them, sitting down in Edward's seat. The man next to me introduces himself and we fall into a quiet conversation. He was a nurse in an ER like me but in Seattle. His partner is a doctor, a surgeon.
After another round of tropical drinks, we all get up to get our food from the buffet. While I was having my mini-breakdown in the bathroom, we had missed the pig being dug out of the ground. Edward and I piled on the food onto our plates, avoiding the poi. Memories of that nasty restaurant were still too fresh in our minds. The food was quite delicious and a unique blend of Polynesian, Asian and American. I really liked the pork and fresh veggies. Edward just loved all of the meat. I rolled my eyes as he stuffed his face.
Dinner was cleared and the drums began rumbling. The lights came up on the stage and some half naked men run on stage, shaking their hips provocatively. The show is a journey of all of the native dances of Polynesia, Hawaii and various islands in the Pacific. Halfway through the show, the performers came out and grabbed people from the tables. A tall, very tan man lifted my hand and physically dragged me on stage. Edward was right behind me with a petite woman with hair is as long as her butt.
One of the female dancers teach us on how to do the dance. Edward and I are laughing hysterically as we are struggling with the hip movements. Ironically enough, I'm performing a little bit better than Edward. He leaned over. "I expect to see these moves later on tonight."
"Behave," I snorted, smacking his belly. He let out a loud laugh, rotating his hips. The dancers eventually scatter themselves around us audience members. The music starts and we begin performing the simple routine. Edward and I were giggling the entire time because Edward's hips looked more like thrusting. He eventually gave up and started doing the Macarena, getting a few of the other members to join in. At the end of the song, the band morphed the song into Macarena. Everyone on stage was doing it and Edward felt like a million bucks. I just laughed heartily as we danced on stage. The dancers all crowd around us, snapping a picture with the same photographer from when we came in. I got another card to pick up the photo at the end of the night.
Edward and I went back to the table. He held me on his lap, twining his fingers with mine. Idly, he played with my promise ring and nuzzled my neck with his neck. Susie was giving me death glares. Her husband was ignoring her for the most part, chatting with the woman sitting next to him. I gave her a smile, clearly sarcastic in nature, cuddling against Edward's body. We stayed like that until the end of the show. During the bows, Edward was dragged on stage for an encore of the Macarena. He totally hammed it up. I laughed at him as he swiveled his hips. He jumped off the edge of the stage, on his knee in front me, smirking like a goofball. I kissed him, earning a round of applause from the crowd. The lights dimmed on stage. The lights surrounding the outdoor theater came up and the audience began dispersing.
Edward and I wandered in the open market just off the stage. He picked up all of the pictures that were taken of us. I found some pretty cool looking bowls that could work for salads. I purchased the bowls and found Edward looking at some artwork. It was pretty but very colorful. The décor in his home was much more sedate. When I twined my fingers with his, he kissed my temple, turning away from the painting. We wandered around the market for a few minutes, allowing the parking lot to clear.
In the car, Edward drove us in the opposite direction of the house. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"My surf instructor told me about this scenic point. It overlooks coast and it's a clear night. I think it would be nice to do some star gazing," Edward said, giving me a seductive grin.
"You just want a view of a full moon," I snorted.
"Well, that too," he chuckled, pinching my hip slightly. He drove for a few more minutes before turning onto a dirt road. The road ended about half mile from where we turned off. The moon was hanging lowly on the horizon and the sky was clear. Edward flipped the switch and the top of the convertible fell back. "Before we enjoy the scenery, I have something for you. I know I mentioned it earlier."
"Edward, you really do spoil me," I admonished lightly.
"And I intend on doing it forever," he teased, reaching in the center console. He handed me a decent sized box. "If you don't like it, I can exchange it for something different."
"You have exquisite taste," I said, leaning over the console to kiss him. Using the dim light of the overhead lamps inside of the rearview mirror, I opened the box and saw inside a necklace and a pair of earrings. They were white gold plumeria flowers with diamonds in the center. I think. "So beautiful," I murmured.
"They're a little more casual than the tanzanite set," he explained. "You can wear them more often."
"I'll wear them all the time," I smiled. "But, I'll wait to put them on at the house. I don't want to lose it in the car."
"Good idea," he said. I closed the box and put it into my purse. He turned off the lights but kept the music playing softly in the background. "Let's go in the backseat."
"Stargazing my ass," I snickered.
"Look a star," Edward bellowed, pointing out the window. "Stargazing."
"You're an idiot but I love you," I said as I got out of the car and into the backseat. He joined me, leaning his head back on the headrest. I leaned against him, staring out over the cliff. The soft music, the waves crashing and the quiet sounds of the island washed over us. "This is nice. I mean, really nice."
"It is," he said, tracing his finger up and down my arm. His mouth found my earlobe, nipping at it. I squirmed at his warm breath and soft lips touching me. "You smell so good, Bella."
"It's all of the lotion I've been wearing," I breathed.
"Hmmmm," Edward growled lowly in my ear before kissing my neck. His hand moved up my arm and he gently cupped my breast. My nipple immediately pebbled against the silky material of my shirt. "No bra?"
"I forgot to bring a strapless," I said breathily. I looked up at him and he looked at me like I was the sexiest thing on the planet. His eyes were dark and feral. His hands wrapped around my waist and before I realized it, I was straddled on his lap. "Edward?"
"Shhhh," he said, putting his finger to my lips. "I want to hear the world around us. I want hear your moans, your cries and your pleasure." His hands cupped my breasts, massaging them with his warm hands. "I want to feel you soak me with your orgasm. I want you, Bella. Please, let me love you." His hands slid underneath my tank top, caressing my bare breasts. My fingers are making quick work of his Hawaiian shirt. Soon, his chest is bare and I'm running my fingertips along his nipples. Without saying anything, Edward lifted my tank top, revealing my naked chest. Leaning forward, he wrapped his mouth around one of my distended nipples.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, leaning back to give him more access. His one hand is cupping my breast while his other hand is pulling up my skirt. It wasn't until I felt his skin touch my ass that I realized what he was doing. He looked up at me and with a sharp tug, my panties were torn from my body. My arousal spilled out of me. The musky scent wafted over us.
"Take off the skirt, Isabella. I want to see you in the light of the moon," Edward said. "I want to touch every fucking inch of your soft skin." I bit my lip and slid off his lap. As gracefully as I could, I shimmied out of the skirt, leaving me completely naked except for my jewelry. Edward removed his shorts as well. His cock was standing tall and proud. His eyes were gazing at me. They were focused on my breasts, which were heaving in excitement. Slowly, his gaze traveled southward to my pussy. "Fuck, baby. You're glistening. I can see how aroused you are in the silvery shine of the moon. So beautiful, Bella."
His hand glided down my body before he maneuvered me to his lap. His fingers reached my folds. "Shit, Edward," I whimpered. "I'm so turned on."
"I can feel what this is doing to you," he responded, a smug grin lining his face. His fingers dipped inside of me, curling delightfully inside. "Do you want me to taste you? Make you come with my tongue?"
No words. I had no words. I blushed and he took that as an affirmative answer. He guided me to sit on the edge of the seats. His hands spread my legs as far as they would go, displaying my body for his desires. With a wicked glint, Edward dragged his tongue along the length of my slit. "FUCK!" I spat, falling back on the trunk of the car. He chuckled darkly against my skin, fervently attacking my pussy. His tongue was absolutely everywhere. It started making tight circles on my clit while he spread my lower lips. Then, his tongue slid down to my entrance, fucking me. His thumb was pressed to my swollen nub, bringing me closer and closer to my release.
"You're so perfect," Edward growled against my inner thigh. "Seeing you open like this. Tasting your sweet pussy. It's a fucking dream come true." His fingers slammed into me, massaging my g-spot while he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue. I whimper at his seductive tone and what he is currently doing to my body. The coil in my stomach and fluttering of my muscles indicate my imminent release. I prayed that I wouldn't, um, squirt. This is a rental car and that would be kind of icky for the next driver.
My body begins to quiver. Biting my lip to prevent my over-zealous body from releasing all over the backseat, I came. Edward's tongue was inside of me, eagerly lapping up my arousal. I collapsed on the back of the car, breathing heavily. Edward laced his fingers with mine, pulling me up. "Boneless, love?"
"Uh huh," I replied, giving him a satisfied grin. Somehow I manage to get into his lap, straddling his thighs. "Seriously, you are amazing at that."
"What's that?" Edward asked, arching a brow.
"Making me come," I giggled. Leaning forward, I bit down on his earlobe. "With your tongue."
"Hmmm, that's because you're so sweet," he purred. He gripped my hips, moving closer to his straining arousal. "Please, Bella. I need to be inside of you."
"Yes," I panted, grasping his cock and rubbing it along my slit. His response was akin to grunt, moan and plea. Holding him tightly, I slid down his length before I moved my hands to his slightly sweaty hair. "God, I wish I could have you in me all of the time, Edward."
"Me too," he forced out, staring up at me. "So tight and wet…ride me, Bella. Make me come. I need to feel you. Please?"
Using his shoulders as leverage, I began moving on his lap. Edward moaned, his head falling back on the black leather seats. His hands moved up my sides, cupping my breasts. Swiveling my hips, I took him deeper inside of me. His cock was brushing my g-spot. I could feel my wetness on his thighs while I rode him. Leaning down, I captured his mouth with mine. I pulled on his hair, earning a guttural moan against my mouth. Edward's hand was roughly palming my breasts. His other hand was gripping my ass.
This wasn't making love. This was fucking. I was fucking Edward. Nothing about it was sweet or loving. This was all about claiming each other. Edward even marked me with his mouth on my breast, sucking on the tender skin with power I didn't know he possessed. I returned the favor in kind, scratching his back with my fingernails and sucking on his neck, just behind his ear.
"Lean back, Bella," Edward said. "I want you to see us fucking."
Moving away from Edward's sweaty body, I leaned against the driver's seat. His hips were thrusting in me forcefully. It caused my body to jiggle but I didn't care. My eyes were trained on his slick cock moving in and out of me. "Play with your clit, Isabella. I want to see you touch yourself."
"Hmmmm," I moaned, snaking my hand down my body to my clit. My fingers were drenched from my arousal. My clit was swollen and needy. I touched it with my fingertips, circling it with uneven strokes. I was already so close to coming again.
Edward moved my fingers so they were on either side of his cock. "Feel that? Fuck, Bella, we're made for each other," he grunted out. His green eyes looked up at mine. "I love you, baby. Please come with me. I want to feel you squeeze my cock with your tight pussy."
Holy shit. Dr. Dirty-Mouth.
"You liked that," Edward smirked. "You like it when I talk dirty, while I'm fucking you? I love fucking you, Bella. Feeling your walls hug my cock as I pound inside of you. It's heaven on earth."
"Fuck," I moaned, rubbing my clit harder. "Edward, I'm going to…keep talking!"
"You're so wet, Bella. I can feel your slick juices all over my cock," he said, squeezing my breast with his hand. "All over my legs. I love that I can get you that wet."
"Only you," I whimpered.
"Good," he said, punctuating his statement with a deep thrust. "Yes, Bella. Hug my cock with your pussy. Hold me inside. Please?" I bucked against him, taking him deeper inside. The new angle allowed him to reach deeper than he'd ever gone before. "Bel-la! I'm…baby, please come!"
His desperation in his voice triggered my second orgasm of the night. However, it wasn't as controlled as the first. All over his lap, I covered him with my release. Edward came inside of me, yelling out a stream of profanities in English and some other language that I didn't recognize. His arms wrapped around my back and he pulled me flush to his chest. We were both breathing heavily, covered in sweat and other things. My face was against his neck, kissing him softly. "That was amazing," he whispered. "It's always amazing with you, sweet girl." Too tired to respond, I nodded. "I wore you out?" Another nod. "Well, let's go back home and clean up. I'm sweaty and so are you."
"Making love out in the open tends to do that," I teased, laughing lightly. "I really am not looking forward to putting on my clothes. You can get away with wearing just your shorts but…"
Edward barked out a laugh, handing me his shirt. I slipped it on over my body, seeing that it covered my all of the important parts of me. We scrambled to the front seat, noticing the evidence of our coupling in the back seat. It was covered with sweat and our respective releases. Edward wrinkled his nose, making a mental note to get the car detailed before we left. The glint in Edward's eye indicated that he enjoyed making love, fucking, in the backseat of the convertible.
Oh, boy.
xx APFL xx
The next day was spent cleaning the car. The devastation we caused was worse in the light of day. Plus, despite the fact we had the top down, it smelled like sex. I ended up going to Target to get some special leather cleaner and several car fresheners. It still smelled like sex. Even with all of the perfumes and doctoring, it still smelled like sex. Edward was strangely proud of it. I was kind of disgusted.
After several hours tackling the car, I eventually had to distance myself from the Sex-Mobile. I picked up one of my new journals while Edward planned the rest of our trip. We had five more days in paradise before we went back to Chicago. I hobbled down to the beach. Yes, hobbled. Edward's super schlong has rendered me gimpy. I settled onto the beach, listening to the waves and the birds.
Smiling, I opened my new journal and dated the page.
August 14th, 2013
So, we've been in Oahu for a little over a week. We've got five more days before we go back to Chicago. I really don't want to go back. I want to stay in Oahu. It's so beautiful. Plus, there's something about the air here that makes me feel beautiful.
Weird, right?
Granted, I still have my moments of insecurity. I had a big one last night at a luau. A woman who was completely oblivious and rude made some comments that really irked me. I walked away after she insulted me, feeling pretty shitty about myself. However, I pulled it together and managed to have a wonderful evening with Edward. I did switch spots with Edward so I could distance myself from the woman but I had a fabulous time. We ate some delicious food, danced on stage and Edward got everyone to do the Macarena. It was an improvement from watching him trying to dance with the hula dancers. That was not pretty. I love my Edward but he'll never make it as a Polynesian dancer. Or a stripper.
Besides, his body is for my eyes only.
*Evil, saucy grin.*
Another side effect of the tropical air is the need for exhibitionism. Yep, you heard right. Exhibitionism. Edward shocked me on the flight to Oahu with a request to join the mile high club. I declined, too shocked at his revelation. However, he was obsessed with public sex. In fact, he almost took me in a giant pineapple on the Dole Plantation. Had it not been for the squealing children surrounding us, I would have allowed him to take me.
So, I made him a promise. A promise that before we left, we'd make love out in the open. We'd be with each other intimately while others were around us.
It's happened twice. The first time was after a conversation I had with Garrett and subsequently with Edward. We had pleasured each other in a private dining room of a sushi restaurant. Edward took it up a notch and fingered me while he ordered our meals. He licked his fingers that were inside me as he ordered our wine. Not that I was much better. I gave him a hand job. However, I didn't have an audience while I made him come with my fingers.
The second time it happened was last night. We fucked in the backseat of the convertible. The seats, I think, are completely ruined. Edward is determined to fix them. Plus, the car smells like sex. We had the top down. It shouldn't be that pungent.
But that's not the point. The point is that we made love. In public. In the open. ANYONE could have seen us.
And I liked it.
Does that make me a sexual deviant? A whore? Slutty?
I'm not sure but I want more.
I closed my book, looking up to see Edward walking toward me. He held to bottles of beer. Plopping down next to me, he gave me one of the bottles. "Write anything good?" he asked.
"Just about our tryst in the car," I snickered, bumping my shoulder with his. "About our mutual enjoyment of exhibitionism."
"It is pretty fucking awesome," Edward snorted, sipping his beer. "I don't think I ever came as hard as I did last night."
"As displayed by the mess in the backseat of the convertible," I giggled.
"Part of that's you, little girl," he chided, moving closer to me and kissing my forehead.
"What's the plan for the rest of our trip?" I asked.
"Tomorrow is going to be spent at the Kualoa Ranch. We've got the day to wander around the ranch on horseback," Edward explained. "The day after that, we're going snorkeling and then final day before our departure will be spent exploring the volcano."
"All of the super physical stuff right before we have to go on a nine hour plane ride," I grumbled.
"We'll be so tired, we'll just sleep on the plane," Edward explained, nuzzling my neck. "Now, I don't know about you, I'm tired. I'd love to cuddle with my girl before I treat her to a delicious home-cooked meal."
"Let's finish our beers and then take a nap," I suggested. He smiled, looking out over the choppy waves. There was a storm coming in. Or leaving. I don't know but it was ominous looking. Just watching the swirling storm caused me to have anxiety. My brows knit together at the unknown feeling I had inside. Something was brewing at home or wherever.
It made me want to stay in Oahu forever.
A/N: We have one more chapter in Oahu. I wanted to add the end of their trip in this chapter but it's already very, very long. The next chapter will have the end of their vacation to paradise and return to Chicago. Lots of pictures with this chapter. All of them are on my blog (link in my profile). Check out my Facebook group, too: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79. Leave me some lovin'!