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).
Up next will be the Newsroom Awards and the surprise of a lifetime. Not to mention one hell of a huge lemon warning. Just sayin…
Chapter Thirty-Two: Newsroom Awards
BPOV
"Mom, I don't see why I should wear this fancy gown," I grumbled. I was at my final fitting for my dress for the Newsroom Awards. "I could just wear one of the many bridesmaid dresses from the numerous weddings I stood up for."
"Psssh," Renee chided. "The invitation said black tie, Isabella. None of those dresses would be appropriate. This is stunning." My dress was another Zuhair Murad creation. I loved the designer and it seemed to be cut exactly for my body. It was form-fitting with a slit up to my hoo-ha. The fabric was a flesh-colored chiffon with black sequins jutting out from an embellishment on my hip. The dress had one shoulder and it was truly gorgeous and undeniably sexy. But who are you trying to be sexy for? Edward ain't coming, chickadee. My mom's voice broke me from my cranky inner-musings. "I'm so proud of you, Bella. I have a feeling that you're going to win!"
"I'm up against some really great articles, Mom," I said, turning around once the seamstress walked away. The dress fit me like a glove. I just needed it hemmed since I was a midget. I fussed with the train of the dress before turning back around. "If I win, I'll be happy. I went out on top. You know? If I don't win, then at least it was nominated."
"You're always on top, Bella. I'm just so happy for you," she smiled, kissing my cheek.
"Thanks, Mom. Now, did you get your dress?" I asked. "You know it's in like a week, Mom."
"I have a dress. It's hanging up in my closet, sweetie," Renee smirked. "It's nowhere near as elegant as yours, but I think it's pretty."
"You'll have to show me," I said.
"Come over for dinner and I will," she replied, helping me off the pedestal. I nodded. I had taken a half day to have my dress finished. I was pretty much burning my sick leave. It was a use it or lose it type of situation. Mom had an institute day and joined me after her morning of meetings at her school. With her help, I took off my dress. The seamstress came to press it once more before we paid for the final alterations. Taking the dress, I laid it on the backseat and followed my mom to their house. Parking on the street, I went inside, flopping down on the couch. "Have you talked to Edward?"
"Only short conversations," I grumbled.
"Bella, I know you're upset that he couldn't make it. His job is important to him," Mom said, sitting next to me and handing me a water bottle. "I know that this is a big deal for you, but you have to be supportive his decisions, too."
"I know," I sighed, pressing a pillow to my face. "I just…I don't know. He's doing amazing things down at the resort. You're going to love it, by the way."
"I'm looking forward to spending two weeks down there," Mom beamed. "A second honeymoon for your father and me."
"But, I'm just pissed that he can't make it for one fucking day," I growled, pounding the couch.
"Language, Isabella," she chided.
"Sorry," I pouted.
"How long is the flight?" Mom asked, arching a brow.
"Eighteen hours, if you don't have a connecting flight," I explained, sounding like a petulant child.
"It wouldn't be one 'fucking' day," she reasoned. "Minimally, it would be four. One day to fly, the day of the award ceremony, staying to celebrate for the day following and then his departure."
I rolled my eyes, twisting my engagement ring angrily. She was right, but it still pissed me off to no end. "Bella, stop focusing on the fact that he isn't going to be there and try to have fun with Becca, your father and me."
"Okay, okay," I sighed. "Do you need help cooking dinner?"
"Why don't we go out with your father when he gets home?" Mom suggested. "Pretty soon, you'll be far away and we won't be able to do this." Her eyes filled with tears and she sniffled.
"Mom," I frowned, wrapping my arms around her neck. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean…"
"Bella, don't worry. A child has to leave the nest. I'd be upset if you moved to Portland," she quipped. "I'm happy that you and Edward have the house up in Bellevue, but it's not going to be the same."
"Do you want to see the new place? I think the guys are done for the day," I said. "We can have Dad meet us at a restaurant afterward?"
"I'd like that," Mom smiled, kissing my cheek. "Let me get my camera." She hopped up and got her fancy camera from the office. It was her new hobby. She went through several hobbies a year. Her first big one was massage school over the summer. She was determined to have a massage parlor in the house, giving massages after school for some extra cash. That was while I was in college. The next hobby was Bikram yoga. That didn't last long. Charlie was called to the yoga studio when she passed out due to the extreme heat. She did become obsessed with healthy eating after that. She tried to go vegan. Charlie hung out in my apartment a lot during that phase. I fed him beef. Her current hobby was photography and scrapbooking. The dining room was covered with papers, glue, photos and embellishments up the ying yang. A lot of the embellishments were peacock inspired, obviously for my upcoming wedding to Edward. "Ready?"
"Yep," I said, grabbing my keys and purse. We went out to the car and drove to my new home.
"Have you started packing your apartment?" Mom asked.
"I'm making headway. Angela, Jessica, Paul and Becca are coming over this weekend to help me out," I said. "The guest bedroom needs to be dismantled and donated to Goodwill. It's my mattress from when I was a kid and everything from college and my first place. It's a hodge podge of crap. The rest of it is being boxed up as I go. The movers are scheduled for the first weekend in June. I'll be settled before I go down to Rio the weekend following."
"I can help, too," she smiled, taking my hand.
"Perhaps after the award ceremony? I love you, Mom, but I need some girl talk," I blushed.
"Paul isn't a girl," Mom snickered.
"Mom, the boy has more makeup than I do," I deadpanned.
"Okay, okay," she giggled. "He did give me some makeup tips when I saw him a couple of weeks ago. You like my eyes?"
"Yep. What did he suggest?"
"Urban Decay Naked Pallets," she beamed. "They're expensive but go on like butter!"
"I've been using them for a while now. I'm partial to the Naked 3 pallet," I giggled. "It goes better with my skin than any of the other ones." I pulled into my neighborhood, driving to our house. "Oh, looks the contractor is still here. I hope everything is okay." Parking on the street, we walked in through the garage. Roger, our contractor was standing on our new kitchen island. He was screwing in the pendant lights we had chosen. He finished, hopping down.
"Hey, Miss Swan," he said, holding out his hand. "I got these delivered today. I wanted to get them up."
"They look great. The kitchen is beautiful," I breathed. "This is my mom, Renee, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Swan. You and your fiancé have some great taste," he smirked. "We also finished the bathrooms and the basement is done as well. The only left to do is paint the living room and install the security system your fiancé wants. We should be done with that in a week or so. You can start moving stuff in."
"Great!" I beamed. "Do you mind if we go exploring?"
"I'm done. Just heading out to go shower before I have a date with my girlfriend," he chuckled. Roger was a little older than Edward and me. He had gone through a divorce and was starting fresh in Seattle, getting away from his ex-wife. His girlfriend was woman from the paper, Susie. She was the one who suggested Roger to us. "Susie mentioned that you're up some big-deal award. Good luck!"
"Thanks, Roger," I said.
"Well, I'm off," he shrugged. "See you later. Nice to meet you again, Mrs. Swan. If you need anything done, Miss Swan has my number." With a wave, he exited through the garage.
"He's cute," Mom giggled. "Is it a prerequisite for all contractors to have cute asses?"
"Mom," I sighed, dragging her into the kitchen. She began snapping pictures of every detail of our new kitchen. The cabinets were a warm ivory with bronze handles. On either side of the stove, we had two stain glass decorations added that matched the coloring of the kitchen island, which was a deep mahogany. The granite counter tops were the same color as the cabinets, with glints of gold and quartz. The stove was upgraded to a Viking professional range. The back splash was gorgeous, reminiscent of something you'd see in Tuscany. We had a convection oven and regular oven installed to the left of the stove. The floor was similar coloring to our backsplash, but with larger tiles.
"I may be making a call to Cutie Patootie," Mom laughed. "This is gorgeous, Bella. I love the two different colors for the cabinets and the island. It's so warm and inviting!"
"Thanks. Edward picked out most of it. He is a whiz at this stuff. He works with contractors and such all of the time down on the island," I said. "Come on, let's finish exploring." Mom smiled, following me down to the basement. It wasn't as done as I had hoped, but you could see what we ultimately wanted. She loved the upgraded master bathroom. I told her that anything was better than the carpeting on the floor and up the side of the tub. Spending nearly two hours taking pictures, we left the house and drove to a nearby Chili's. Charlie was already there. My mom showed him the pictures of my new house as we drank margaritas and ate fajitas. Charlie asked about my dress, though I knew he was just being polite. He was not looking forward to wearing a tuxedo for the award ceremony. Hell, anything other than his khakis and ugly plaid shirts that he wears to work, he scoffs at.
I kissed my parents and drove back to my empty apartment. I sat down on the couch, flipping through the mail. I quickly paid my bills before I changed into my pajamas to watch some television. I must have fallen asleep on the couch. My phone was ringing, using a double buzz indicating it was someone who needed to be let in. It was Angela. I buzzed her in and flew to change into a pair of jeans and one of Edward's t-shirts. I was brushing my teeth when Angela called into the apartment. "Bathroom!" I yelled.
"Hey, Bells," she said. "Did you just wake up?"
"Kind of. I crashed on the couch," I replied, washing my face and tossing my hair up into a ponytail.
"Have you talked to Edward?" she asked.
"Nope. He must be too busy at the resort to call me," I snarled.
"Wow, Bitter much?" Angela quipped.
"Sorry. I'm just irked that he can't make it," I sighed.
"Maybe something happened at the resort? He got hurt or he's sick?" Angela suggested. "Have you called him?"
"No," I answered, feeling like an epic bitch. I looked at the time. It was midafternoon down in Rio. "Do you mind if I call him?"
"Nope. I'm just going to help myself to some of the Brazilian coffee that you have while you're still here," Angela snickered, dancing towards my kitchen.
I sat down on the bed, finding Edward's Brazilian number on my phone. Dialing it, it went straight to voicemail. "Damn it." I found the resort number. Hoping that he was in his office, I'd talk to him there.
"Isle Esme, this is Alice," chirped Edward's sister.
"Hey, Ali. It's Bella," I began. "Is Edward there?"
"No, he's out running excursions. Rose is on the mainland getting ready to have her baby," Alice answered. "Emmett and Rose left for Rio early this morning."
"Oh, okay," I sighed. "Can you have him call me?"
"Sure, sweetie. By the way, I got your dress earlier this week. It's gorgeous!" Alice squealed. "It's exactly what we discussed in January. White, resembling a Greek goddess, simple but elegant."
"I can't wait to see it, Ali. This whole thing is so much easier than planning my wedding to Tyler," I snickered.
"That's because you're leaving it all up to me and Rose," Alice said smugly. "But, it will be a beautiful wedding. I just know it. We've received most of the RSVP's back, too. Everyone you invited is coming. Our family is coming, but it won't be a huge event. It's going to be perfectly lovely. Anyhow, I have to go. We have another wedding that is setting up and since Rose is pushing out a human, I need to make sure everything is okay. I'll make sure that Edward calls you when he gets in from the excursions. Love you!"
"Love you, too, Ali," I said as I hung up the phone. While I was on my cell phone, some more people arrived. I walked out into the kitchen, finding Jessica slurping her coffee and Becca stuffing her face with a donut.
"Have some, Bells," she said, spraying crumbs all over the counter.
"Did you talk to your fiancé?" Angela asked, sipping her coffee.
"He's running excursions today. His older brother's wife, Rosalie, is giving birth today," I said.
"You're going to be an auntie!" Becca squealed, clapping her hands.
"What's Rosalie having?" Jessica asked.
"She wanted it to be a surprise. So, it's a surprise. I think she's having a boy," I shrugged, making myself a cup of coffee and swiping a cake donut.
"So, what are we doing today, Bells?" Angela questioned. "You've got three weeks left in this place."
"You brought Mike's truck, right?" I asked Jessica.
"Yep. Are we doing manual labor?" she whined.
"You knew this when you volunteered to help, you dork," Becca snickered. Jessica tossed a donut at Becca, who caught it and popped it in her mouth.
"Well," I sang. "I was thinking of dismantling the guest bedroom, packing everything up in there. I want to bring the furniture to Goodwill. Hopefully Paul will be here and we can use his muscles. Then, if we feel up to it, boxing up my books and such. Those are going to be shipped down to Brazil."
"He'll bitch and moan that he's going to break a nail," Jessica giggled.
"Probably, but he's stronger than all of us. He may be girlier than all of us put together, but he's got muscles. He's ripped!" I snorted. "Now, finish your breakfast and meet me in the guest bedroom."
I put on some girly rock, assembling boxes and beginning to take down curtains and stripping the bed. The girls came in and within a few hours, the room was bare. Paul had arrived with Rob, loading things up into Jessica's truck and Rob's SUV to donate to Goodwill. We went out to eat before Paul and Rob left us, heading up to go camping with some friends. From the look on Paul's face, he was not thrilled about the prospect of spending the night in a tent, but Rob said he'd make it worth his while.
Back at my apartment, we spent the rest of the time emptying out the bookshelves and packing them up in boxes to be shipped down to Brazil. Jessica and Angela left after that. Becca stayed, slumped over my couch. "My arms are sooooo sore," she said, smacking at her biceps.
"Mine, too," I grumbled.
"Well, I'll think of it this way. My arms will be stacked for the ceremony in a week," Becca giggled. "I got the most beautiful dress." She described it. Her dress sounded elegant and understated, but conservative like Becca preferred. As she was talking about her gown, my phone rang. It was Edward.
"Can I take this?"
"Sure. Do you mind if I just hang? Daniel is working a double so we can go to your wedding. I don't want to go home and sit in an empty apartment," she blushed.
"Why you…" I trailed off. "We're so continuing this conversation." Swiping my phone, I walked into the bedroom. "Hey, Edward," I breathed.
"Gorgeous girl," he said tiredly. "I'm sorry I didn't call sooner. I'm at the hospital with Emmett and the family. Rosalie and her baby girl are doing wonderfully."
"She had a girl?" I smiled. "That's great news! What's her name?"
"Caitlyn Elaine Cullen," Edward answered. "She looks like Rose, but with Emmett's hair. It's thick and black. But, she's so beautiful."
"Have you held her, Edward?" I asked.
"Yeah. I was so afraid I was going to drop her, but then she opened her eyes and cooed. I'm in love," he chuckled. Then he sighed. "I'm sorry that I haven't called recently. Things have been kind of chaotic recently."
"Everything okay?"
"Yes and no. I've got some news about James/Jimmy/Asstard," Edward grumbled. "He's been down in Brazil, hanging with his sister, Victoria."
"No," I gasped. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Wish I wasn't, love," he said, his voice sounding terse. "Anyhow, long story short, my villa on the island is a pile of ashes thanks to their need for revenge. Zafrina got them onto the island and torched my place."
"Edward, are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?" I asked, my heart stammering against my chest. I was so pissed off about the damn award ceremony and he could have died. I'm a fucking moron.
"Bella, gorgeous, I'm fine," he soothed. "I've been staying in crew quarters since we were using my villa as one of the luxury villas on the island. The villa, as I said, is now ashes. Nothing was salvageable."
"Where are we going to live after the wedding?" I whimpered. "I assumed that…"
"I've got something in the works," Edward said cryptically. "Things have to move up significantly, but trust me, Bella."
"Ooookay," I said, drawing out the word. "When are you heading back to the resort?"
"I'm taking Alice and Jasper with me in an hour or so. Jas is running the fishing excursions while I'm manning the yacht, bringing guests back and forth. Alice is in the office since she can't pilot the yacht. My dad will help out once he's back home but trying to convince my mom to leave her first grandbaby is proving to be challenging," Edward chuckled. "Rose is thrilled. Caitlyn was over a week late and by the end Rose was just done, yearning for the baby to be born."
"I don't blame her," I giggled. "She must have been miserable."
"She looked like she swallowed a jumbo beach ball and she was constantly complaining about her cankles," Edward snorted. "And the gas…Rose, God bless her, she had an aroma around that was not very fragrant."
"Things to look forward to when I'm pregnant," I smirked.
"You, I can handle, because it will be my baby. Rose with her farting and plugging the toilet? Yeah, gross," Edward blanched.
"That is pretty nasty," I admitted. "Edward?"
"What, love?" Edward murmured.
"I'm sorry that I've been so, um, nasty toward you," I whispered. "Hearing about the fire and Caitlyn…I can only imagine what you're dealing with. I'm never want to come between you and your family."
"Bella, you're a part of our family," Edward jumped in. "You have been as soon as Alice adopted you on the flight down to Rio. And you have no reason to apologize. I still hate being here and you being there. You said it the best…being a responsible adult sucks."
"I'm still sorry," I mumbled.
"I'm sorry, too, love," he murmured back. I heard a commotion in the background. Edward groaned. "Crap, I've got to go. Alice and Jasper are ready to head back to the resort. It's well after midnight and Jasper and I have to be up at like six. Can we Skype tomorrow?"
"It's a date," I smiled. "I love you, Edward."
"Love you more, gorgeous girl," he breathed.
"Send my love and congratulations to Em, Rose and baby Caitlyn. I'll have something special for her from Aunt Bella when I fly down there," I said.
"Will do, baby. I'll see you tomorrow," Edward crooned before he hung up. I flopped back on the bed. That had been the longest conversation we'd had since he told me he couldn't come to the award ceremony. Granted, it had been to tell me about the fire and about his niece…
"Bells?" called Becca as she padded into my bedroom. "Everything okay?"
"Fine," I smiled. "I'm an aunt."
"Rosalie had her baby?" Becca asked, sitting down next to me. I nodded. "Was your prediction right? Did she have a boy?"
"No, a baby girl," I answered. "Caitlyn Elaine. I'm assuming Elaine is a family name or something…Caitlyn is really cute, though."
"It is," Becca said, curling up on the bed. "I'm happy for them."
"Enough about me. What's this I hear about you and Dr. McCutie?" I smirked.
"God, if he knew that you were calling him that, he'd have a heart attack," Becca laughed. "He is cute, though."
"Stop deflecting. Answer the damn question, Rebecca Anne!" I teased.
"Okay, okay. My sister and I had another huge fight about Mom. I'm over her shit. I'm grateful that she let me stay with her while I got back on my feet, but I couldn't stay in that house any longer. Daniel's lease was up and he asked if I wanted to move in with him. We got bigger apartment just down the street from this place. Two bedrooms, plus an office. It's expensive, but it's safe with security and such," Becca said, blushing. "In case Jimmy…"
"OH! I have good news about that," I said, taking her hands. "Jimmy was caught on the island. He, unfortunately, torched our home, but he's been arrested and as far as I know, extradited back here for trial or something or he may be sent back to prison for breaking his parole. I don't know."
"Wow," Becca breathed. "I'll have to contact the prosecuting attorney. I wonder if he knows?"
"I don't know. No harm in calling him," I said, snuggling next to Becca on the bed. "Will you testify against him?"
"I want his ass in jail for life," Becca growled. "No man has the right to touch me without my permission. Ever."
"Once the trial is over, can I do a follow up on your story? It'll give other abuse victims a glimmer of hope," I said. "I'll keep the alias and such, but I think it would be good."
"You don't have to ask. Of course you can," Becca said. "Now, doing all of that dirty work has made me hungry. Let's gorge ourselves on Chinese, Ben and Jerry's and watch some cheesy 80s romance flicks. An ultimate girl's night in!"
"You're on!"
xx AIDA xx
My Skype date with my fiancé was quite tension relieving. We fucked each other silly even though we were thousands of miles apart.
I broke two vibrators.
While on Skype with Edward.
Within ten minutes of each other.
After our self-love fest, we talked for hours about everything that had happened on the island. He really had been working himself ragged and he looked awful. I didn't say anything, but he was thinner and he had purple bruises under his eyes. Unfortunately, Edward's week would be crazy since Rose and Emmett were still on the mainland. Caitlyn was jaundice and could not be discharged quite yet. Emmett was going to come back to work while Rose was on maternity leave, but they wouldn't return until the earliest on Wednesday.
For me, work was mundane. I had roughly two weeks left until I was a freelance writer. Miranda gave me light, fluffy pieces since my latest feature ate up my life for the past month. The research was what kicked my ass. The story turned out fabulously. It was the history of Seattle since we had some huge anniversary coming up. Most of the news writers were working on the special feature, but I was the one who wrote the biggest article. So, after that, Miranda was giving me the feel-good, easy articles. I was okay with it since my brain was mush.
Edward had been incommunicado after Wednesday. I called his cell phone and it was turned off. I called Alice and she said that Edward was either in meetings or dealing with a client. Something was up with him and it was pissing me off. By the time Saturday rolled around, I was back to being fuming mad at my fiancé. I was sitting at the salon, trying to enjoy the spa day that my parents had planned for me, but I was too upset. Becca was attempting to make me feel better by chattering on about everything under the sun. I just couldn't lose the funk. My face was in a perpetual scowl as my hair was curled and twisted into an elegant chignon and my makeup was perfectly applied.
"Isabella Marie Swan, lose that sour puss or I will give you something to scowl about," Mom griped as she came to pick me up from the salon.
"Sorry, Mom," I said. "I haven't spoken to Edward in four days. Four days!"
"Quit bellyaching," she snorted. "Now, I'm getting ready with you at your place. I have my dress. Do you have yours, Becca?"
"Yes, Mrs. Swan," Becca replied.
"Sweetie, I've told you before. Please call me Renee. Mrs. Swan was my evil mother-in-law who is never happy about anything," Mom snorted. "God, I remember when Bella made her a handmade present when she was six or seven. It was really good for a child. What was it, Bells?"
"Some sort of dream catcher," I replied, getting into my mom's Nissan. "I hand-picked the stones for Nana to make her feel better. She had some sort of rare blood cancer. She was always sick. Certain stones and gems have healing properties."
"Anyway, my mother-in-law opens up this present, on Mother's Day, and chucks it away, calling it drivel. My daughter was in tears. Charlie ripped his mother a new one after that incident. Yes, she was sick and cranky, but to belittle the dream catcher that Bella worked on for days, trying to make her Nana feel better? That was a low blow. Don't tell your father, but I did an Argentine Tango when she finally kicked the bucket," Mom said dryly.
"Mom!" I gasped.
"What? She made you cry and didn't really apologize for it," she said unabashedly. "So, call me Renee, Becca."
"Yes, Renee," Becca sang.
Mom drove back to my apartment, parking next to me. We had gone out for breakfast prior and then gone to the salon for our quasi-day of beauty, consisting of manicures, pedicures, hair and makeup. Becca spent the night since Daniel was working all weekend. It was nice to spend time with her since…yeah…not going there. Not obsessing over the fact that my fiancé hasn't spoken to me since Wednesday. Ugh!
Arriving at my place, we had a light snack since the award ceremony was going to include a seven course meal, plus a pretty significant dessert and candy bar. Around five, Mom pushed me to get dressed. I kept my jewelry simple, wearing my drusy set on my ears, neck and finger. On my left hand, I wore my engagement ring. I slipped on the nude, lacy thong and slid the sexy, slinky dress on. Walking out, my mom zipped it up for me. Afterward, I put on my black strappy stilettos and sequined black clutch. "How do I look?"
"Like you're going to a movie premier," Becca said from her perch on the couch. She had changed in the guest bathroom. Her dress was all black. It was all satin but had a lacy, three-quarter length sleeved top. Her short hair was curled, pinned up with two rhinestone clips, similar to her earrings. She added a pop of color on her feet with purple heels and a purple handbag. "Where did you get your dress?"
"Neiman Marcus. I discovered this designer down in Rio and he's really high-end. Most of my fancy dresses are designed by Zuhair Murad. It was expensive as sin, but it makes me feel like a million bucks. Alice, my future sister-in-law, she was the one who told me about him. I'm hooked," I snorted.
"Get together," Mom squealed, holding up her beastly camera. "Smile!" We both smiled and my mom took a shit ton of photos. It felt like a damn fashion photo shoot. However, my phone rang from the security desk. Mom held up her finger and answered it. "Hello? Great! They'll be right down!" She hung up the phone and handed me my purse.
"Mom? What are you talking about?" I asked, arching a brow.
"It's a surprise. Come on," she said, pushing me and Becca out the door. Becca seemed to know what was going on. It looked like she expected it, really. We rode down the elevator to the lobby. Walking out of, I waved at the security guy, Cesar, who was new. Outside, in the circle, a limo was parked. Mom was taking pictures of the sleek black limo.
"Mom, it's a car," I said, arching a brow.
"Just wait," she giggled. Becca threaded her arm through mine as the door opened.
The world fucking stopped…
"No way," I squeaked.
Almost in slow motion, like in the movies, I watched as my fiancé got out of the black limousine, wearing a tailored tuxedo and carrying a huge bouquet of roses. I was rooted in my spot, unable to move. All the while, I heard my mom's camera shutter click. Becca laughed as she dragged me outside to where Edward was standing, grinning crookedly. He reached up, caressing my cheek. "You look exquisite," he murmured, his honeyed voice washing over me.
"You're here," I breathed.
"I'm here," he chuckled.
"You said you couldn't come," I whimpered, trying not to cry.
"It took the destruction of my villa to realize that I was making a huge mistake," he said quietly, handing the roses to Becca so he could take my face in both his hands. "I can't be away from you, gorgeous girl. I can't."
"You're here," I sniffled, the tears I tried to stop from flowing, spilling onto my cheeks.
"I'm here until we leave for Brazil," he said, a lone tear falling from his eye. "I want to kiss you, but you look so beautiful. I don't want to ruin your makeup."
"Fuck the makeup," I laughed. "Please?"
Edward wrapped his arms around me and stared into my eyes. "I love you, Bella. I'm sorry that…"
"Shut up and kiss me," I demanded. He barked out a laugh before covering my mouth with his. My hands moved to his hair, tangling in the thick tresses. Our kiss started off as being sweet and chaste, remembering what we liked. Edward's tongue slid along my lower lip, begging for entrance. I eagerly complied, tasting him for the first time in six weeks. Our kiss became quite heated and it wasn't until Becca cleared her throat that we realized that we were seconds away from fucking each other on the trunk of the limo. "You're here…" I panted, holding onto the lapels of his jacket.
"I'm here, love," he said, kissing my nose.
"We've established that," Becca said dryly, holding the roses like a baby and tapping her foot.
"Hush!" Mom chided. "I think it's romantic."
"Did you know he was coming?" I asked.
"I've known for two weeks, Bella," Mom smiled. I looked at her and then shot a gaze at him, narrowing my eyes in confusion. "Edward called us after he spoke with Marcus, who managed to get him a ticket at our table. He emailed his flight information. Charlie picked him up yesterday."
"You've been in Seattle for an entire day and didn't call me?" I squeaked.
"I had to stay hidden, love," he chuckled. "It would have ruined the surprise."
"You better get going. I'm going to finish getting dressed and then pick up your dad. We'll meet you there," Mom said, urging us into the limo. "Becca, you go with them so they don't do the horizontal mambo in the limo."
"MOM!" I yelled.
"I'd be more than happy to chaperone," Becca snorted, handing my mom the flowers. "Can you drive me back here after the ceremony? My car is parked in one of the guest spots."
"No big deal," Mom said. "See you in a little bit." Becca pushed me into the limo, following close behind and Edward got in last.
"You knew about this, too?" I asked Becca.
"Yep. I slipped him an overnight bag while you were getting your brows waxed today," Becca smirked.
"Overnight bag?"
"We're staying at the W Hotel," Edward replied, wrapping his arm around me. "I have some making up to do." His lips found the soft spot behind my ear, kissing it chastely. That innocent gesture caused my panties to flood.
"Do I need to sit in between you two?" Becca quipped.
"You do and I smack you with my shoe," I growled, moving ever closer to Edward's side. My anger had dissipated quickly when I saw him. My guess was that on Wednesday and most of Thursday, he was flying. That was why he was unable to contact me. With a contented sigh, I wrapped my arms around Edward's waist. He chuckled deeply, pressing a kiss to my forehead, murmuring that he loved me.
"So, how did Marcus manage to get you a ticket?" Becca asked.
"I called him from the beach while my villa was burning behind me. I could have lost everything that night, but the one thing I was worried about was being with my Bella," he said, his fingers gliding down my arm. "Things mean nothing. This," he gestured to our embrace, "means more than anything in the world. I called Marcus at six in the morning my time, which meant it was midnight here in Seattle. I told him what I needed and he said that because he was a hopeless romantic AND he liked me, that he'd work his own magic. A couple days later, he said that I had a seat at Bella's table. It was then that I booked my flight and called Bella's folks. Renee was my main accomplice, but Charlie picked me up since your mom was at work."
"And you're here until we go down to Rio?" I asked, making sure I heard right.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, brushing his fingers down the apple of my cheek.
"What about the resort?" I questioned, remembering his complaints and stresses about getting things in shape.
"Remember in school, when you had a substitute?" Edward replied. Becca and I both nodded. "Well, your teacher would leave plans for the sub to finish. I did the same. I have a binder full of my expectations, down the minute of what needs to get done. It was tougher to leave my Kitty Cat…"
"Nickname for your niece?" Becca smiled.
"Yeah. I'm apparently the baby whisperer. Caitlyn only sleeps when I hold her," Edward snickered. "I've grown quite attached. I stayed with them until I left for Seattle."
"Do you have a picture?" Becca asked. Edward beamed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his Brazil phone. He showed me the picture first. My ovaries damn near exploded. Edward was cradling the cutest, most adorable baby girl in his arms. He was staring at her, caressing her cheek. Wait until that's your baby, Bella…you'll have a heart attack. Cute overload. Edward handed his phone to Becca who cooed sweetly. "She's beautiful, Edward."
"Emmett's going to have his hands full with Kitty Cat when she gets older," Edward snorted, taking his phone back. "My mom pretty much told Alice and me to get going on grandchildren so we can have a boy to protect Caitlyn." Edward nuzzled my neck, speaking quietly in my ear. "Practice…lots of practice tonight, Mrs. Cullen. Like I said, I have a lot of making up to do." I melted against him, trying very hard to not mount him while Becca was sitting across from us.
"Do I need to break out the hose?" Becca laughed.
"Shut it," I growled. "It's been too long since…"
"I know," Becca replied, her voice softening. "It's just that we're here and I'm certain you don't want the world see you going at it."
"Not particularly, no," Edward snorted. His hand groped my ass. "I'm the only one who gets to see this ass." He leaned forward, kissing me sweetly. "And feel it, too."
"Fuck me," I whimpered.
"Later. I promise," Edward said. The limo stopped and we got out. Walking into the lobby, Edward dropped off my overnight bag at the front desk, asking to have it delivered to his suite. Offering his arm to Becca, we rode up to the ballroom. There was a reception just outside of the ballroom, with some light jazz music, open bars and appetizers. The awards banquet was for all of the local news organizations in the Seattle area. There were awards that were going to be handed out for television, online, newspapers, radio and magazines. The categories ranged from light and fluffy to heavy pieces, like mine.
"You know, Swan, it's a good thing that I like your fiancé," Marcus deadpanned, walking towards us with a glass of wine. His wife was next to him, sipping a Cosmo. "Had it been anyone else who called me at o'dark thirty, I would have told them to fuck off."
"Marcus…stop it! Behave yourself and watch your mouth," Diane hissed. "You can dress him up, but can't take him anywhere."
"You're the one who said that you wanted to remove my tux with your teeth," Marcus barked. Diane smacked his arm, blushing profusely. "Anyway, I'm glad that I got you a ticket. It's nice being the boss. I got power."
"That's kind of scary," I giggled.
"We're sitting at your table since I had to rearrange things. I think that's good. Miranda is also going to be with us with her girlfriend, Sheila," Marcus explained. "You guys just get here?"
"Edward picked us up in a limo," Becca chirped.
"You are so getting laid, my friend," Marcus snickered.
"Um, duh," I sang. "I haven't seen him in six weeks. That's a given."
"Let's get something to drink," Edward laughed, leading us to the bar. I followed Diane's suit and ordered a Cosmo. Becca got a glass of white wine and Edward got a martini. We chatted with Marcus and Diane until my parents arrived. My father looked very dapper in his tuxedo but you could tell that he was very uncomfortable in it. He kept tugging at the bow tie, shifting his body and just squirming. My mom looked more at ease in her black sleeveless dress. She stood taller and was gushing over seeing all of the local celebrities. She had a minor crush on the NBC affiliate anchor, Phil Dwyer. He was there, nominated for an award. I could tell that my mother wanted to take a picture with him, but photography, other than the official photographers, was prohibited.
The doors opened and we were ushered inside. Sitting down at the elegantly set table, Edward took my hand in his, kissing my knuckles. Before the ceremony, we'd be eating first. As soon as all of the attendees were seated, the first course was brought out with the coordinating wine. The meal was delicious. The salmon they served was the best I'd ever tasted. Two hours after the meal started, it was over and the emcee for the evening gave a welcoming speech. Once she was done, the awards were handed out. The ceremony was a lot like the Academy Awards or Golden Globes, only there were no acceptance speeches. There were over a hundred awards that needed to be handed out. If everyone got a chance to speak, we'd be here until Monday.
Halfway through the ceremony, it was my turn. My award. Becca was on my right while Edward was on my left. The emcee read off the nominees. Our staff photos from the papers were used on the big screen to identify who we were. I cringed when my old gossip column photo came up. I hated that shot. My hair was flat and I had had a fight with Tyler. My smile looked more like a scowl. Thankfully, the summary of the story was better than the picture. After they went over all of the nominees, I closed my eyes, waiting for the emcee to announce the winner.
"And the Newsroom Award for best featured article in a newspaper is…Isabella Swan!" called the emcee. I jumped, my eyes widening. Edward hugged me, kissing my lips as I sat in shock. Woodenly, I walked up to the podium. Ironically enough, it was Phil Dwyer who handed me the award. He kissed my cheek before hugging me. We stood for a few photo ops and I walked back to the table, holding the heavy silver award.
The rest of the night was a blur. I was surprised that I won. I was over the moon that Edward was there to see me win. I was anxious to make love to my fiancé. I really had to pee, but I didn't want to move because I was afraid that this was all a dream. However, when I squirmed for the millionth time, Edward took my hand and led me to the bathroom, following me inside.
"Edward!" I hissed. "We'll get caught!"
"I locked the door," he said, diving for my neck. "Hurry up, baby." I moaned and pulled myself away. I quickly took care of business, washing my hands. The entire bathroom was mirrors, with the exception of the wall that held the hand dryers. Edward kissed my neck and his hands glided along my exposed leg. "I've been a good boy for hours. I saw my fiancée win this major award, looking like a movie star and smelling scrumptious. I need a taste, baby."
"Fuck," I moaned.
"Once we're up in the suite," he purred, crouching down. His hands slid up my dress. He found my thong, pulling it down my legs. Tucking it into his pocket, he maneuvered my dress so my pussy was right in front of him, bare and leaking for him. He reached into his jacket pocket, producing my jeweled plug. "Suck on this, love." He handed it to me as he draped one of my legs over his shoulder. His nose nuzzled my folds. "Do not make a sound, Isabella, or I will stop."
I bit my lip, nodding fervently as I slipped the plug between my lips. Edward gestured with his eyes for me to watch in the mirror as he feasted on my drench pussy. He was on his knees, wearing a sexy tuxedo with his face buried between my thighs. With a languorously slow lick, he tasted my entire sex. My knee buckled and I moaned around the plug. Edward wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me up. His tongue flicked my clit, while his other hand slid two fingers inside of me. I rocked against his face, knowing my orgasm was going to come hard and fast. With a silent scream, I felt my body fall back against the wall in the bathroom. My hands flew to Edward's hair as my pussy convulsed almost violently around his fingers. Edward's growling didn't help matters. It only spurned my orgasm to go on forever. Panting around my pink butt plug, I slumped against the wall. Edward pressed a kiss to my mound. Standing up, he plucked the plug from my mouth, kissing me deeply. He ran the plug through my arousal between my legs, the metal smooth against my still quivering pussy. Gracefully, he moved back between my legs and idly toyed with my ass. I was putty in my hands, moaning as he slid two fingers inside. Licking the plug, he eased it in. My body arched against the wall, welcoming the intrusion and having another brief orgasm. "I've missed that so much, Mrs. Cullen," he purred, righting my dress.
"No panties?" I asked.
"Nope," he replied, licking his fingers clean. "Easy access." He held out his hand and I shakily took it. He held me close against his hard body, kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on his lips. The dampness between my legs began to surge. "Come on, my sweet girl. They're probably beginning to suspect." We walked out of the bathroom. He was seemingly unruffled while I felt like I was a mass of quivering nerves. Sitting down at the table, Charlie gave us the stink eye. Edward just smiled, dipping his finger that was in my pussy not five minutes ago into the cake's icing that had been placed in front of us. He held up the finger for me and I eagerly wrapped my lips around it. Normally, I'd be embarrassed as hell, but I figured I'd go with it. The combination of the buttercream and my pussy juice was a heady combination, earning Edward a wanton moan. He kissed me again before turning to the stage and we finished watching the ceremony. My father looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. My mom leaned over, whispered something in his ear and he looked at her in shock. Mom arched her brow, smiling seductively and my dad just melted. He kissed her cheek, turning back to the emcee.
Ewww, my mom was promising sexual favors to my dad. EWWW! I mean, icky! Blah! EW! Edward chuckled, giving me a crooked smile and then rolling his eyes. He saw the whole interaction with my parents as well. The award ceremony concluded. The photographer wanted a picture of all of the winners with their trophies. We all gathered on stage. I felt strangely expose knowing that I had no panties on and my plug was massaging my asshole. Licking my lips, I held my trophy proudly as the photographer took various photos with us. Once that was done, the ceremony was over and we all began leaving the ballroom.
Marcus wanted to go out since his children were visiting grandma and grandpa. I didn't want to go out. I wanted to continue what Edward started in the bathroom. I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to love up on him since it had been forever since I'd felt him. Unfortunately, everyone was itching to get back home. Becca had plans with Daniel in the morning for breakfast, while Miranda and her girlfriend had some commitment with Miranda's parents. My dad looked like he wanted to pounce on my mom, so they were anxious to leave. We went our separate ways. Everyone congratulated me before they left and Edward guided me to the elevator to our suite. His hands were wrapped around my waist, but I could tell he wanted them everywhere.
"I missed you," he growled against my ear. "Words cannot express how much I missed you, my Bella. Tonight, my body will speak for me. It will show you how much I fucking love you." His palms glided along my belly and moved to my ass, squeezing it tightly. The elevator dinged and he dragged me out of the car. Pulling out the key, he stopped at one of the corner rooms. He slid the key card into the door, opening it before turning to me and lifting me in his arms. Carrying me into our suite, he placed me on the bed before darting back to the door and flipping the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door knob.
Walking back to me slowly, he tugged on his bow tie. It tumbled loose and he shrugged out of his jacket. Tossing it on the couch, he sauntered toward me. He looked like a panther, ready to devour his prey. His eyes were swirling with lust and passion as he eyed me hungrily, perched on the bed. "Stand up," he said gruffly.
I uncrossed my legs and stood up. Edward licked his lips. "Turn around," he commanded. I did so slowly, looking at him for as long as I could. The room was dim. The only light was the light in the hallway to the door. The curtains were open and the twinkling lights of Seattle were on display before us. His hands slid up my arms, tracing the asymmetric neckline. His fingers glided over my skin and with each pass, my pussy grew wetter and wetter. Edward moved so he was right behind me. His lips were right at my ear. "You're so fucking beautiful, Isabella." Slowly. So slowly, he lowered the zipper of my dress. It loosened from my body. With a single finger, he traced down my spine. I shuddered, causing my dress to start to slip down my torso. His mouth suckled on my neck as he eased my dress all the way off my body. Stepping out of it, I was naked, save for my strappy sandals. "I want the world to know you're mine."
He walked me towards the window, his hands on my hips. "Hands on the window, Isabella," he growled. I leaned forward, pressing my hands against the cool glass. "Do you see your body? How sexy and beautiful you are?" I nodded. I looked like a ghost, barely able to discern my reflection but I saw my pebbled breasts, trim hips and long legs. "Spread your legs." I whimpered as I moved my legs to be shoulder width apart. Edward's hands caressed every inch of my back. He hummed appreciatively when he twisted my plug. "I can see how wet you are, Bella. Almost dripping out of your tight, pretty little pussy."
"Oh, God," I panted.
I heard some rustling behind me. I looked back, but Edward growled. "Eyes forward. Look at your body. Feel what I'm doing to you. What I will do to you," he commanded. I gulped, looking at my reflection. I was blushed all over my body. I could see the wetness between my thighs. My pussy was so turned on, it was painful. I arched my back, needing him to touch me. His arms snaked around my body. I could feel his skin against me. He was just as naked as me. His lips were suctioned to my neck as his hand slid down my belly, cupping my mound possessively. "Mine," he snarled erotically in my ear.
"Yours," I practically sobbed. "Edward, please…"
"Don't beg, baby. You'll feel every inch of me as I'll feel every inch of you," he crooned in my ear, roughly massaging my clit. "I can't believe how fucking wet you are. I love that you're so responsive to my hands. My voice. My tongue. My cock." He lifted my right leg, placing my heeled foot onto a nearby ottoman. He, again, dropped to his knees. "Watch as I taste your delectable pussy, Isabella."
He slid between my legs and his hot, wet tongue delved inside of my sex. I moaned, watching him fuck my pussy with his tongue. He was not sweet. He was not gentle. His actions were possessive and claiming. His aggression made me even more turned on, dripping out of my body and onto his face.
My hips were rolling, needing my friction. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking perfect. I want you to come all over me. I need it." He spread my lips with his fingers, flicking my clit with his tongue. Roughly, he pressed two fingers inside of me, curling them just so. I groaned like an animal, losing myself in his touch, his feel. "Yeah, baby…don't hold back. I want to hear you."
"Harder," I pleaded, looking down at him. His green eyes were black with desire as he licked me into oblivion. He added a third finger while his hand that was supporting my body began pumping the plug in my ass. "Fuck! Oh…shhhhhhhhhh…EDWARD!" He bit down on my clit with his teeth as my body began to shatter. "Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSS!" He held me up as I drenched him with my orgasm, coating his face with my very juicy release. One of my hands moved to his hair keeping his mouth attached to my clit as extreme pleasure washed over me.
I was panting, leaning against the window. I'm surprised that I was still standing. My bones were like Jell-O. Edward stood up, kissing my ass and dragging his lips along my back. I could feel his warm, naked body pressed against me. His hardness was nuzzling my folds, wanting to slip inside. He wrapped his arms around my waist, cupping my breasts with his rough palms. "It's been too long, my love," he whispered in my ear.
Cupping my chin, he turned my head. His eyes were still black but the lust had dissipated. It had been replaced with yearning need and undying love. I moaned, pulling his head closer to mine and brushing my lips over his. With a sigh, he slowly kissed me. He guided his cock to my entrance, pushing inside, filling me with his soul. I clutched to his hair, trying to stay standing as he sheathed himself in my core. Once he was fully inside of me, he pulled back. Together, we both whispered, "I love you."
The intensity swirling in his eyes was unmistakable. They were filled with remorse for leaving, love for me and happiness to be reunited. His movements were not frantic but more reverent. He was trying to memorize how I felt. We were doing all of this in front of the window. It was his convoluted way of marking me as his to all of Seattle. "Look at us, my love," he murmured. "See how perfect we are for each other."
I blinked and saw our reflection of him making love to me. My leg was still on the ottoman and I could see clearly where he was sliding in and out of me. I was so filled. He was moving so deeply within me. His cock was coated with my juices. I could still feel myself dripping from my previous orgasm. "Touch me, Edward," I breathed.
His right hand cupped my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipple. His left hand slid between my thighs and circled my clit slowly. Edward was slow and deliberate with his thrusts inside of me. I could feel him everywhere. Watching us make love was the best aphrodisiac. My orgasm was coming from deep inside, pulsating with each deep stroke. "Bella, my Bella, you feel so fucking good," he panted against my ear, gazing at where we were joined. "Seeing my cock disappear within you, feeling your pussy and wanting you so badly to come. Oh, baby, please come…" His hips slammed against my ass, pressing the plug deeper in my asshole. I grunted, as did my sexy-as-fuck fiancé. Our sounds were feral and downright sexy as he drove inside of me with all of his body. "That's it, my Bella," he growled. My pussy was quivering, clenching around his dick. "Milk me. Take me all in…yes, baby…"
"Edward," I panted, pushing back against him, wanting him further inside.
"Fuck, yes…yes," he breathed as his strokes grew faster, but just as deep. "Bella, come for me." I was close. His hand at my pussy moved faster and his hand that was cupping my breast moved to the jeweled plug, twisting it. I screamed as my body damn near imploded with ecstasy. Another gushing orgasm soaked the floor as Edward continued thrusting inside of me, coming hard and fast within my quivering pussy. He slipped out. His breath was hot against my shoulder as he panted heavily.
Kissing my neck, he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. I couldn't have walked, even if I wanted to. My legs were exhausted. He turned on the Jacuzzi tub, removing my shoes as I sat on the counter. He tossed them onto the carpet. He also removed the plug from my ass, rinsing it off in the sink. When he was done, Edward stared into my eyes. "I'm sorry that I left," he murmured.
"I'm just glad that you're back, baby," I smiled. He beamed crookedly, kissing my lips softly. "I love you."
"I love you more than words can say, my Bella," he said as he began plucking out the hairpins holding my chignon in place. A few moments later, my hair was down in soft curls. "Now, I'm certain you're sore. I know I am." He scooped me off the counter, placing me in the warm, fragrant water of the tub. I sat down, allowing the jets massage my tight, tense muscles. Edward removed his watch before joining me, pulling me back against his chest. "I'm so proud of you, Bella. Winning that award…you are such an amazing journalist."
"It means more that you were here to see me win it," I murmured, playing with his fingers underneath the water. "It was your support that helped me write that article. Your kindness that you showed Becca…"
"I was a fool for stating that I wasn't coming. I'm so glad that Marcus got me a ticket," he sighed, kissing my temple. "Now, you're in my arms until we get married. We've got six weeks, love."
"I can't wait," I said, looking back at him and kissing his mouth.
"Tell me about everything that I've missed," Edward said, brushing his fingers down the apple of my cheek. Then, in the tub, I told him all about the house, packing up the apartment, my job, my parents and everything in between. We got out of the tub after that, tumbling into bed. Edward told me about what happened on the island, mainly describing the destruction to his old villa. He also told me about the drama surrounding Zafrina, Victoria and James. Unfortunately, our conversation had to end since both of us were yawning. Turning off the lights, Edward held me to his body as we drifted asleep.
Dawn breached the horizon. We hadn't closed the curtains from last night. Edward decided to use our sunny wake up call to his advantage. He kissed me, pulling me over his lap. With reverent, soft touches, I slid down his hardened shaft, making love to him quietly in the early morning sunlight. His hands were touching every available inch of my skin, rubbing my lips with his thumb. I rolled my hips, taking him deep inside of me. With a shuddering sigh, we came together. He kissed me, holding me tightly. I got off his lap, closed the curtains and we went back to sleep, entwined so tightly that you didn't know where I ended and he began.
When I woke up again, Edward was between my legs, kissing my sex like he kissed my mouth. He was growling something about tasting us together and how hot it was. I was too out of it and wet to comprehend what he was saying. I just lost myself in his hot, wet tongue, tugging on his soft hair. My orgasm zipped through me, causing me to arch off the bed. Edward crawled up my body, sliding inside of me, causing me to come again. Our lovemaking was swift and hard. He was kissing me as our slick skin slapped against one and another. He kissed me gently despite his rough thrusts inside of me. The combination of the two made me cry out in pleasure. Gripping his strong shoulders, I lost all control and screamed as my body convulsed. He came shortly after, collapsing on top of me.
"I don't know how I'm going to walk tomorrow," I snorted.
"Easy. You're not," Edward replied, kissing my collarbone, dragging his lips along my neck. "Marcus and Miranda left texts saying that you have Monday off. I've already extended our stay through Monday. Sooooo, we have a lot of making love to do."
"Edward, I love you. With everything that I am, I love you," I chuckled as he slipped out of me. He rolled to his side, running his fingers along the length of my body. "Fuck, you need to stop."
"I can't help it. I haven't touched you in six weeks," he smirked, his palm caressing my belly. "You have the softest skin."
"Hmmmm," I moaned as his hand moved further down my body to my hips. "Seriously, Edward, give my lady bits a chance to recuperate. You're quite well-endowed."
"Yeah, I am," he growled, thrusting his hips. "Bella, I just need to touch you." His hand slid up my abdomen and he caressed my breasts. "I've missed you so fucking much, baby." His eyes looked at my naked body as he continued his exploration of my skin. His touch wasn't overly sexual, but it was making me wet all the same. "Roll on your stomach, love." I complied, feeling his hands run along my back. With each pass, I becoming more and more aroused despite the fact we had just finished making love. His hands palmed my ass, spreading my cheeks. Before I knew it, his tongue was back between my legs. I was powerless to his touch. I loved every moment that he brought me pleasure. Coming quickly and quietly, he lifted my hips and slid into my pussy.
The rest of our time in the hotel was spent in various stages of undress, just being together. We ended up staying through Wednesday. As we drove back home…my dad had dropped off my car at the hotel at some point on Monday…I just stared at Edward. I held my award in my lap, but it meant little to me. I was proud, yes, but having the love of my life next to me meant more than anything in the world.
"Edward, this has been the most wonderful thing you've ever done," I murmured, kissing his knuckles. "I'm so happy you're here."
"And I'm not going anywhere," he smiled. "You're stuck with me forever, Miss Swan."
"No, other name," I giggled.
"Mrs. Cullen," he said, grinning goofily. "You're going to be my wife."
"Yep. I can't wait," I sighed.
"Me neither, love. Me neither."
A/N: Okay, so it wasn't all lemon, but it was a lot lemon. Nearly three thousand words of lemons. Just sayin…Anyhow, pictures of the W Hotel, Bella's award, her dress, Becca's dress, Renee's dress are on my tumblr and blog. Pervy pic teasers are on my tumblr exclusively. Links for both of those are on my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79.
Up next will be Bella's last days at work, moving into the house and going back down to the island for the wedding. We've got one chapter of that transitional stuff, then the wedding (which may be broken up into two chapters, I'm not sure OR going back and forth between both of their POVs), the honeymoon and an epilogue. So, four, possibly five chapters left.
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