A/N: So many people are asking about what Edward had to say to Bella a few chapters back before she interrupted him. Just to give you a rough outline, because I feel bad for teasing you guys. Hopefully, if all goes well, the reveal of Edward's secret should be in a week or two max (roughly a bit over 10 chaps maybe?) It was supposed to be done already, but I tend to ramble and get carried away with this story.
This is a fun but long one! Enjoy :)
~What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame but something to run wild with~
I'm so nervous. Tonight is the first night that Edward is coming out to the Res to meet everyone. He seems a bit stressed as well. He's usually so fearless, but as we get ready at his house, he can't stop running his fingers through his messy hair, which he does more frequently when something's bothering him. He looks even sexier with his wild, untamed locks, so I'm not complaining. He keeps on going outside to smoke while I finish up my make-up. He's a pretty casual smoker, usually only when something is on his mind.
I trust him, and I know he won't do anything stupid tonight unless someone pisses him off first; I'm just praying that no one does. I really want this to work out and for him to get along with my friends.
I spoke to Jake last week, soon after my talk with Edward. Jake was glad and shocked to hear that Edward was willing to drop their feud. He didn't expect it—I didn't either. I told Jake not to pull any stupid shit, and he promised. As much as Jake was against our relationship at first, he realizes how much I love Edward and how happy I am with him, so he's not gonna fuck that up for me. He just wants to see me happy—his words.
Jake invited us to come out this weekend. They were having their usual beach party they have once spring is here. It's the beginning of May, so the nights are much warmer. The group throws it at the beach in La Push; there's a bonfire, drinking, drugs, sex, cliff-diving, skinny-dipping, music, and any other reckless thing you can think of.
La Push is a small town just like Forks, so they all grew up together. Even though I technically live in Forks, I've spent most of my time when I wasn't in school here. Charlie always brought me up to visit Jake and Billy. They've accepted me as one of their own. The difference between here and Forks is that the people who live here don't judge you or stick their nose into your business. The people here are way cooler and laid back, and the elders let us have our fun and freedom. We don't have to worry about the cops being called or weird people showing up. It's not like Forks; La Push is more of a community that supports each other. That's why I love it here. It's always been more of my home than my real home, and I can't wait to share it with Edward.
Edward is in his usual attire; leather jacket, band shirt, ripped jeans, and black docs. The stress weighs on his face, making him look even more brooding than usual. He looks extra tempting tonight, reminding me of when I first met him. It feels like forever ago, even though it wasn't. So much has happened since then, and although certain qualities of us have changed, he's still the same enigmatic, fierce, and passionate boy I fell in love with.
Thankfully I don't have to worry about anyone making a move on him since I know most of the girls that will be there, and the ones I don't are some of the guy's dates. That's one unspoken rule we all have; you don't steal someone's man or girl. This isn't a party with a bunch of randoms, so we all feel comfortable around each other.
I feel a rush at the thought of showing Edward off, knowing that everyone will want him, but I'm the only one that will be going home with him. The only one that knows the real him—his secrets, what he tastes like, what he feels like inside of me, what his tears look like. Owning his body and his heart—now I know what he feels like when he's possessive over me.
We arrive at the beach a little after 10 pm. It's a little breezy since we're near the water, but it's better than the weather we have most of the year. My legs break out in chills since I'm wearing small jean shorts, but Edward's hoodie warms me up. I wanted to be cozy tonight rather than getting all glammed up. I'm not really trying to conjure much attention anyway. My make-up is light, and my natural wavy chestnut hair falls down my back. Plus, I knew Edward would love seeing me in his clothing, and I was right when I saw the hungry gleam in his eyes. It also eased the tension in him a bit, like showing off his claim on me.
There are already around 20 people here, but I'm sure more will join after. The party's begun; there's a huge bonfire, music blasting from expensive speakers, booze pulled out from coolers, and joints being passed around. Some couples are spread out along the beach, laying down on blankets, making out. Well, most likely doing a bit more than just that. The sound of drunken chatter and rowdy yells overpower the music. So many people are drunk and high. The energy that radiates off of them makes me feel relaxed and excited. I always look forward to these epic parties, but now with Edward by my side, I feel a million times even more euphoric. I don't even need the drugs. Not when he's my new addiction, and nothing has ever compared.
The sky is bewitching tonight, covered with stars and the full moon glowing over us, dreamy and peaceful. The orange flames from the fire were strong enough to cast enough light throughout the beach.
Some girls squeal and run around in bikinis. Even though it's warm, I'd be freezing my ass off if I was wearing that. The fire is helping everyone stay warm, but I'm sure the concoction of alcohol and pills keeps them even warmer. Most people here are over 18 years of age. Many of them are college students from the area or kids already graduated from high school. Some are from our grade, which is a mix of 17/18 years old. We prefer hanging out with the older crowd.
A smile takes over my face when my eyes focus on a few of my favorite people. Sam and Emily are cuddled in front of the fire, Paul is rolling a spliff, and Jared is already so wasted, he keeps on falling into the sand. Embry is singing obnoxiously to the music, mumbling half of the words, his arms swinging, spilling his beer all over him; the girl he brought with him is dying of laughter. Seth is mauling Rachael, just a flurry of hands and tongues, practically ripping each other's clothes off, not caring who's around them. Leah is shaking her hips and grinding to the rhythm of the music with some gorgeous blonde girl, her hands trailing all over her body. The only one I can't find is Jake. Yeah, my friends are a mess and all so different, and I wouldn't have it any other way. They're actually pretty tame right now, considering it's still early.
Edward's hands tighten around mine the closer we get. Paul looks up, and when he catches my eye, he annoyingly hollers, "Ah shit, look who's here! Now the real party can fucking start." Catcalls and whistles follow when the group turns to look at me. What can I say; I was the life of the party before. I guess having a boyfriend changes that—unless Edward joins my wildness instead.
Leah snaps out of her seductive dance, forgetting about the pretty girl in the dress that her hands were just under. She squeals like a little girl, running over to us. She's only bubbly and giggly when she's wasted, much different than her usual confident, feisty, and sultry personality. Her long legs trail out of tiny little shorts that the bottom of her ass cheeks peek out of. Her chest is covered by a tiny little tank top that shows her tight and lean midriff and smooth tan skin. Her pin-straight raven black hair falls down her exposed back.
"Yay, you're finally here!" Leah shrieks, throwing her arms around me. I lose my balance at the force of her body. She's leaner to my curvaceous form, but she's taller by at least 6 inches.
She pulls back once she catches a glimpse of Edward; her pitch-black eyes are glossy and unfocused.
Leah's so dramatic when she's drunk. "Oh. My. God. So this must be Edward. Wow, now I know why Bella is so fucking obsessed with you." Her eyes roam his body as she licks her lips. "You are fucking sexy, damn I could just eat you up. Mmm, you are a bad boy with all those tattoos, and I heard you have a huge cock too," she purrs, rubbing her hand down his bicep, gripping it.
At first, Edward's eyes panic as he pulls away from her grasp and glances at me, not sure how I'm going to react to her unwanted advances towards him, but he loosens up and fights a smile when I start howling with laughter at her obvious flirting. He still seems confused as to why I'm laughing instead of fuming that another girl is trying to take my man.
"Leah, you slut, can you please stop hitting on my boyfriend," I snort. Leah is the only woman in the world that can hit on my guy and talk about his cock without losing my shit.
Leah usually is smooth when picking up someone, but when she is drunk, she's way more silly than sexy—sometimes. She's obviously joking around and not really trying since she knows Edward's mine. If Leah wants someone, she'll have them within minutes, it's hard to resist her charm, but she'd never do that to someone I'm with. We are loyal as fuck when it comes to girl code. This is how our relationship works; we know each other better than anyone and have always had this crazy banter and chemistry between us. She's madly protective over me, but we know what limits we can push. I trust her with my life.
"Awww, why baby? You used to love sharing," she whines and pouts her plump, red lips. My eyes nervously shift towards Edward as I feel his body tense, and I see a glimpse of jealousy flash through his eyes, but he controls and tames it. Thankfully I already told him about Leah, so there are no surprises. See, I'm working on the honesty thing. "I wouldn't mind having both of you—at the same time," Leah teases, biting her bottom lip.
I can't lie though, even though she's not serious, Edward doesn't know that, and it's nice to see him not react to her advances. If anything, he looks uncomfortable and can't keep his eyes off of me.
Edward moves behind me, wrapping his muscular arms around my waist. He rubs his scruffy chin into the crook of my neck, placing a gentle kiss there, never taking his eyes off of Leah. "I know you used to fool around before, but sorry, her sweet pussy is all mine now." His husky tone is teasing, with a hint of dominance and possessiveness.
Leah's lips parts open slightly, lust evident in her eyes. It's not common for someone to make her speechless—she's met her match. I guess I do have a type; arrogant, assertive, powerful, damaged, and with a dirty mouth. I'm starting to see some similarities between Leah and Edward.
Leah snaps out of her shock quickly, her sassiness coming back full force. "Oh boo! Fuck, do I love your dirty mouth though, and I see a glimpse of a tongue ring too. I would love to see the things it could do." She raises one eyebrow.
"Oh, such fucking amazing things, what a shame you'll never know." I grind my ass back in Edward for emphasis. For how much he's been keeping his cool this whole time, he can't control the groan that slips from him when my ass rubs against his cock. I'm actually getting turned on by this banter.
"Ugh, you fucking tease! You used to be so much fun," she exclaims, dropping the whole seduction act with a massive smile on her face. She's so pretty like this, all carefree, with not a worry in the world.
"She is a lot of fun, but I'm the only one that gets to enjoy it now." Edward gives her a panty-dropping smirk. I can't believe he is going along with this and is so comfortable around Leah, considering he just met her, especially since she's mentioning our past escapades in front of him. She doesn't mean any harm and is just having fun, but I'm shocked, and I'm getting wet by Edward's response. He hates people, and it takes forever for him to warm up to them. The fact that he's able to laugh and joke, instead of letting his jealousy consume him, shows me how much he's trying—how much he trusts me. I knew he would fit right in, just not this quickly.
"Nah, I'm glad someone was able to tame our little wild Bella. You just better not break her heart, or I'll kill you," Leah's tone becomes more serious. There's my protective Leah. She's going easy on him right now because she has made grown men cry before.
I chuckle, "I wouldn't say he tames me. He actually just makes me crazier." Edward nods his head in agreement. That's the fucking truth. "Edward, meet Leah, my officially insane best friend that I absolutely love and want to kill at the same time." A little too late for formal introductions, but I do it anyway.
Leah chimes in, "And the one that used to eat her pus—"
I jump at her and cover her mouth with my hand. "Leah, shut the fuck up!" I'm dying with laughter while she's cackling. I appreciate Edward's calm behavior, but I don't want to push his buttons. I'm sure he still doesn't want to hear about my sexual adventures before him.
"Ok. Ok, I'll stop!" Leah's laughter dies down. "By the way, good job Eddie. You passed the test. You didn't stare at my tits once, and you flinched when I touched you. You couldn't keep your love-stricken eyes off our sweet little Bella. Good, cause you'd be the stupidest motherfucker if you did." She tells Edward with a cocky grin. Edward's mouth is parted open in shock, just like hers was before. I guess he met his match as well. Why are they practically the same person?
Leah shifts her gaze towards me with a sincere smile, her voice softer. "He's a keeper, Bells. Congrats for snagging the hottest thing to ever step into your boring-ass small town. I've been waiting for this day for a long fucking time. I'm so fucking happy for you. You deserve this."
I lean over and kiss her on the cheek while wrapping my arms around her. "Thanks Leah, I love you." She smells like ocean water and sandalwood.
"Love you too boo, but I'm still serious about the threesome if you guys ever change your mind," she sings as she winks. "Well, excuse me beautiful people, since I can't have either of you, I have a gorgeous lady that is waiting for me!" She makes the motion for licking pussy with her tongue and fingers before skipping away. Ugh, she's crude, but I love it.
Now that Leah is done distracting me, I focus my full attention on Edward. He seems a lot lighter and more relaxed, his body and face not as tense as when we first got here. See, even Leah was able to work her witchcraft magic on Edward, and that's almost impossible.
I wrap my arms around his neck, my lips almost brushing his. Edward slides his hands down my back until they reach my ass and squeezes—hard, wanting people to see. The green-eyed little monster he was hiding peeked out, claiming me. I knew he wasn't as unaffected as he seemed, but it meant everything that he tried.
"Your friends are fucking crazy," Edward states. That's funny coming from Edward. I'm pretty sure he's crazier, even though he would never admit it.
"Um yeah, sorry to break it to you, but that was nothing. What can I say? I attract the crazies," I snicker with my eyebrows raised.
"You're right. I mean, you're in love with me, so something has to be wrong with you, and you're not even close to normal," Edward responds with a crooked smile. He needs to smile and laugh more, it's flawless. I want to take a picture of it.
"Normal is boring," I tell him with a playful grin. As much as I thought our banter was amusing, I wanted to make sure Edward was comfortable. "Be honest with me. Did that bother you? That's how Leah is. She was just teasing, but if you didn't like it, I can tell her not to—"
Edward cuts me off and shushes me with his finger to my lips. "Baby, it's fine. I can tell that she cares about you and was taunting me, but if any dude pulls that shit, I'll lose my fucking shit," he playfully growls, gripping my ass even harder, pushing me into his groin. Taking what was his.
He's distracting me. "Ok, good. I just want you to know that Leah is my best friend. She's just fucking with us. As sexy as you are, she would never try anything like that. You never have to worry about her. Leah is the most loyal person I know. She just loves to tease, but she definitely wouldn't oppose if I didn't mind sharing you, and we both were willing to fuck her together." It wasn't a suggestion, more of an observation, but no way in hell would I ever share him—even with Leah. It was just fun to tantalize Edward.
"I know it's every guys dream to sleep with two hot girls at once, and as appealing as that sounds, I would fucking lose my mind if I ever had to share you with anyone—even a girl. I'm already out of my mind for you and for coming here tonight, but I did it cause I love you, so don't push it. You're fucking mine," he growls playfully and bites the supple skin on my neck. His words cause a rush of arousal to drench my panties.
"Believe me, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't share you, even with her. No one else will ever get a taste of your cock. It's too fucking good to be shared," I moan as he sucks and nibbles down my throat. I rub his hard flesh through the rough denim of his jeans. He gasps out a needy groan.
We haven't even had a drink yet, and we're already fucking insatiable and insane for each other. We've only been here for 10 minutes, and it already started with a bang—my mind raced at the thought of what the rest of the night has in store for us.
A/N: What do you guys think of Leah?