Part 4


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There will be one more part of this fic for V-day and then I will see you in March for Edward's Birthday … Thanks so much for being a part of this new journey and I look forward to sharing it will all of you.

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Bella was still mystified he was standing in her room, demanding her to change, yet somehow, she managed to collect her composure enough to gather her wits. With a tad of regret, she pulled free from his arms and headed for the closet. Eager to spend some time with the gorgeous man behind her, she yanked a pair of jeans from the hanger and grabbed an IU hoody from the shelf.

Edward fixed his clothing, tucking his length back inside his slacks; he fixated on the woman hovering near the closet. For only a second, he watched her fumble with the clasp on her back before crossing the room and unzipping the gown. As the material parted, he started to wonder where she'd been to have worn such an elegant dress. Maybe she'd been on a date; you dick, he thought briefly. A spark of unfamiliar jealousy tickled his chest, yet curiosity getting the better of him, he said, "So, where were you, looking all sexy?"

"I just came from a wedding," Bella stated, sticking her tongue out over her shoulder. If Edward thought his suspicion went unnoticed, however, that couldn't be further from the truth. Choosing to ignore the change in his tone, she shrugged, "Had a bride with a groom insisting he have two best men. Since she couldn't get him to choose one over the other, she was left with an uneven amount of people in her wedding party. I volunteered to stand in and even out the numbers."

The possession Edward felt building in his chest evaporated with her response. Why he should feel any sort of way about her dating someone else was beyond him, yet the idea still left a foul taste in his mouth. Perplexed at the wiggle of emotion threatening to claim him, he dropped a peck to her bare neck and backed up, allowing her space to change. He nearly crossed the distance, separating them on a handful of occasions as she kicked out of the dress, yet by a sliver of control, he held firmly in place.

He'd already driven three hours on a whim. This whole trip could've been a huge mistake, given the fact, Bella could've been out on a date when he'd arrived. Hell, she could've been in this bed with someone else for that matter, he thought, his gaze skipping down her spine. Fate must've decided to give him a break on that score, as he'd found her here, with the same whimsical expression that just naturally seemed a part of her.

Troubling thoughts mingled with the buzz of release still lingering beneath his skin. The last thing he wanted was this incredible woman finding someone else to pass the time with when he eventually departed, which would be the day after tomorrow. His dilemma was they hadn't known one long enough for glowing attachments or unwavering commitments. Under no circumstance did he want to offer something he wasn't even sure was a possibility.

Bella shrugged into her sweater, pulling her dark locks from the entangled mess of her clothing, and every once in a while, she would glance in Edward's direction to find him staring back at her. She couldn't even begin to determine the thoughts whirling in his wicked mind, and so she didn't even attempt to try. She was still mystified to find him standing mere feet away, and knowing he'd drove all this way to see her … Well, she felt flattered and a bit baffled.

Was it possible he'd taken more than just memories back to Indy with him? Had he developed a deeper connection to her than he was willing to admit?

Gnawing the inside of her cheek, she had to suppress the urge to ask, after all, they'd promised this fling to end on Christmas … Yet—yet, here he kind of stood … Why? She didn't believe any man she'd ever met would drive three hours in shitty weather just to get laid.

Edward's hand landed on the small of her back as he guided her from the room. "Any ideas where you'd like to eat? I imagine everything from here to Indy is packed, but I'm willing to give it a shot."

"Umm …" Bella contemplated as they left the house, and he opened the car door for her. She slipped into the passenger seat, glancing around the luxurious BMW until Edward settled into the driver seat. Another rumble from her stomach insisted she decide quickly, and as hungry as she was, waiting a long time wasn't particularly on the menu. "How about something simple, delicious, and quick?"

"What did you have in mind?" His arm fell across the back of her seat as he awaited her response when white fuzz in the back caught his attention. He'd been in such a rush to see Bella; he'd forgotten the gift he'd brought. Reaching into the back, he grabbed the bear he'd purchased and dropped it in her lap. "Couldn't really come on Valentine's Day empty-handed, right?"

A giddy smile pulled at Bella's lips. How could she be anything other than delighted by his thoughtfulness? "You know, this is the second time you've given me something, and I've had nothing to offer."

Edward's brows lifted suggestively as his gaze skated down her body. "Kitten, you offer a helluva lot more than you know. Anyway, where is this simple, delicious, quick food?"

At this point, Bella just wanted to kiss the nonchalance off Edward's handsome face. Hugging the bear to her, she forced down the leap of joy, causing her heartbeat to race, and glanced out the window. If she continued to look at him, she was confident she'd make a giant-ass fool out of herself. Clearing her throat, she asked, "Do you like wings?"

"What man in a thousand-mile radius doesn't like wings?"

"Very true," she nodded with a chuckle. "Well, Towers have the best wings in town … as long as you don't mind getting sticky and gooey."

Edward laughed at her choice of phrases, and he flashed her a bone-melting grin. "That doesn't present a problem. I thought I'd made that abundantly clear."

With amusement dancing in his eyes, he watched ascolor tinted her cheeks, and she hugged the bear to her chest. Another image he would've loved to capture and take back home with him, he thought as a gush of unexpected warmth bloomed in his chest. Clamping his jaw tightly to stifle the—not exactly unwelcome emotions—more like wrong time and wrong place scenario. Shaking away the haze threatening to consume him, he ripped his eyes from Bella and backed the car from the drive.

An hour later, they sat back from their table, rubbing full bellies. Three empty baskets that'd been full of the best chicken wings in town sat before them, and Edward raised the Jack and Coke to his lips and took a long drink as he studied the woman across from him. "So, what's life been like since I left? Anything interesting happen since my last visit?"

"Work," Bella announced, sucking the sauce from her fingertips. "I've planned about a half dozen weddings since the ball dropped. Most were beautiful as usual—they're all beautiful; actually, some are just big headaches getting there. How about you? Any big cases? Catch any new bad guys?"

Edward's pupils dilated as she licked her thumb. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as the image caused rejuvenated lust to thicken in his veins. His leg bounced as the first strings of arousal hummed through him. Shrugging, he said, "I've been doing my best, but with so little evidence, it's hard to make charges stick; can't arrest someone without adequate proof, and right now, we don't have it. Trust me, been awake through long hours trying to find something—anything, yet …"

"Your job sounds like it sucks," Bella stated honestly. "Remind me never to become a prosecutor. I wouldn't want a 'job' or career dominating my life."

"Says the woman determined to create fairytales for a living," he chuckled, grabbing the check from the tabletop. "Roses, lace, diamonds, red carpet … Sounds pretty complicated if you ask me. I just throw some sorry-ass in jail and call it a day …"

"Not without proper evidence," Bella reminded him with a laugh. Following him across Tower Bar & Grill, she grabbed her credit card from her back pocket and threw it on the counter. When Edward tossed her a questioning look, she pressed a kiss on his arm. "Think after the cat and bear; the least I could do was buy you some wings."

Admiration beamed back at her as the server took the card and swiped it. While he didn't date often—never had a woman offered to pay for a dinner he'd taken her to. His arm encircled her waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and his arms gently squeezed her side. On a reflex, he'd no doubt question later, Edward dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

VVVV

They were on Superior Street a few minutes from Bella's when Edward saw Boudoir Noir's sign. An interested brow lifted, and without hesitation, he pulled into the lot, leaving Bella laughing in the passenger seat, still hugging that fucking teddy bear. Edward reached across and took the bear by the arm, giving a gentle tug until she released his plush body. "Didn't think it was possible to envy a toy, but I sure the fuck hope you hold me like that later."

"What exactly are we doing at an adult sex store? Hmmm?" Bella wanted to know as she relinquished the furry body she'd been clinging to. Diligently, her gaze followed the stuffed animal as it plopped down in the backseat. Her attention was stolen when Edward gripped her chin and lifted her face until their eyes met. A flame sparked to life as heat flashed in his eyes. "Looks like you have something on your mind, Mr. Cullen."

He dropped a kiss on her lips, sucking her full bottom lip into his mouth, liking the stutter of her breath as her lashes fell a fraction. "Have a whole lot of things on my mind. Come in here, and we'll put some ideas together."

Bella had lived in Fort Wayne all her life, and this store had been present for at least half of it, yet she'd never stepped foot inside. The prospect of going inside now, hanging on the arm of this delicious sexy man, inspired instant lust. Who in their right mind wouldn't want to get down and dirty with Edward Cullen? A playful smile crossed her lips as she pushed out of the car, a new thrill circulating her blood as his arm wound around her, and they entered the store together.

Vibrators, dildos, lotions, oils, lubes, magazines, gag gifts, and other interesting unfamiliar toys dotted the shop. And aisle by aisle, they playfully inspected them all, Bella's eyes going wide when she spotted the size of some of those toys. Edward was a reasonably large man in that area, and she couldn't fathom something bigger actually fitting in that region. Examining a cock the size of her arm, her lips fell apart, "Ouch … Tell me people don't really … Impossible and no thanks …"

"I was thinking more along these lines," Edward laughed, guiding her toward the back of the store. "That isn't my cup of tea either. But these, on the other hand, would look sexy as fuck wrapped around your wrists … and don't get me started on this …"

Bella's head tipped back as a laugh erupted. "Furry cuffs? Really? I would've thought your taste ran a bit kinkier than mere cuffs."

Edward's fingers slid around Bella's mid-section as he circled to her back, and his head dropped until his mouth hovered near her ear. "Kitten, you have no idea how kinky I can get, but … probably better start at a walk rather than a run."

Out of curiosity, Bella glanced over her shoulder, lifting an arched brow. "Would you let me cuff you?—wearing those very sexy silk lip boxers over there?"

Nipping the shell of her ear, he groaned, "I'd let you cuff me and dress me in anything you want. Would you let me eat your ass again?"

While he had done that very thing over Christmas, he'd never voiced his fetish, and having Edward do so now, sent a delicious ripple of sensation throughout her body. The air whooshed from Bella's lungs, and a tingle zipped across her skin as his fingertips ground into her hip. Even as stimulating as hearing Edward ask her those questions was, it caused her gaze to dance around, trying to smother the embarrassment wiggling to the surface. Sharply inhaling, her eyes rolled as his breath whirled in her ear. "Possibly."

Desire slammed through Edward like a runaway semi, and he caressed the flesh of her butt cheek. "You'd let me put my tongue in there?"

Now, Bella stood there beating back full-blown lust, staring at a bunch of sex toys. "Yes," she hissed, wiggling as her core began to throb with desperation.

"My fingers?"

"Uh-huh."

"My cock?" Edward knew he was daring, and he half expected her to become aghast and smack his face. He really hoped she wouldn't, yet he couldn't seem to curb his lustful thoughts, and they tumbled freely from his lips. When she breathlessly whispered, 'maybe,' Edward was sure he was going to combust.

As Edward's need climbed, his fingers found the hem of her sweater and delved inside, connecting with the warm skin of her belly. His fingertips grazed the line of her waistband, sneaking beneath the tight jeans as he skimmed her pelvis suggestively. Using his chin, he pushed her hair from her nape and kissed the back of her neck, biting into the tender flesh. "Could just bend you over and fuck you right here."

The cuffs she'd been examining blurred before her, and she squirmed in his arms. All coherent thought fled, and her mind was full of billowing clouds of desire. Instinctively, her hand sought the proof of her effect on him, caressing the entire length of his rigid shaft. Another craving shot to her core as Edward thrust into her hand, all the while sucking on the back of her neck. "I would love to blow you right here."

They were so lost in their own little world neither were aware of the store clerk slowly approaching. He put a hand on his cocked hip, and his brow lifted as the clerk's words reached his ears. "As interesting of a show that would probably be, I cannot permit it to happen in this store … Unfortunately … for all of us."

Bella jerked out of Edward's arms as the unexpected guest made his presence known. Yet, Edward caught her before she could escape, pulling her back to hide the evidence of his naughty deeds. Her cheeks turned the color of ripe strawberries as she met the man's obviously fascinated stare. "Sorry about that … He has an unnatural obsession with PDA and can't keep his hands to himself."

"Honey, you can have all the PDA you want," the clerk said, his gaze darting down Edward's tall frame, a slight smirk twinging his lips. "Just have t' take it outside … Hell, I'll watch from the door …"

Bella's hands came up to hide her face as she fought the laughter gurgling in her chest. Edward must have found it just as amusing because she felt his chest vibrate against her back. Pushing the laugh down, she whispered, "I think we'll just make a few purchases and go."

"Have it your way, but the offer stands. Anytime that magnificent beast wants an audience, I'm all for that shit."

If this had been a woman saying this in an apparent reference to Edward, Bella would've been pissed, yet having a gay male state it just tickled a spot in her soul. Especially when he turned away and sashayed down the aisle, throwing several glances over his shoulder as he left them to their semi-privacy.

Twenty minutes later, Bella and Edward hurried out of the adult store with a wide variety of selections. His hand was caressing her hips with the same ferocity he'd had in that aisle, and Bella threw a look over her shoulder to find the clerk standing in the window. "Think someone is expecting something to happen," she gurgled as she giggled in response to the noisy man.

"Kitten, if it weren't seven degrees out here, we'd give him a show," he stated, kissing her temple. "Considering I don't wanna freeze my balls off or share you with anyone else's eyes, I guess we'll have to keep the beast caged until we get back to the house."


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