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Sick Boy
Don't believe the narcissism when everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em. Make no mistake, I live in a prison. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy, easy to say when you don't take the risk, boy. ~ The Chainsmokers, Sick Boy
"So, have you ever heard of this chick?" Emmett asked me as we entered the ostentatiously decorated ballroom. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the perfectly set tables and the useless decorations hanging from the ceiling. If the police department cut back on this fucking party maybe they wouldn't be so desperate for donations.
"What chick?"
"The commissioner sent out an email about some actress coming tonight. I think he's hoping she'll help him bring in more donations."
We were nearing our table now. Our family had been coming to this event since I could remember. The first time I came I was sixteen. I've had to suffer through ten of them and each one is worse than the last. It was always the same; police officers forced to suck up to us to keep our donations rolling in. It was equally amusing and pathetic to watch the commissioner sweet talk Carlisle. Everyone in this room knew who we were and what we had done, but they couldn't touch us.
"Just what this place needs, a spoiled brat who thinks a police benefit is the place to make connections," I grumbled to Emmett as we made it to our table.
"You don't even know who it is, Eddie. What has your panties in a twist?" Emmett chuckled.
What's the point of having an actress here anyway?"
I didn't have time for movies, and I didn't have the patience to sit through two hours of nonsense. I couldn't see the point to any of it. Actors were just overpaid liars. I sat in the seat I've had for the past ten years, but then a sweet voice interrupted me from behind.
"They're the worst, aren't they? All airheads who can't form complete sentences that aren't about themselves."
My head snapped to the woman sitting next to me. This was definitely an improvement from previous years. She was stunning. Long brown hair framed a sweet, heart-shaped face. She was a tiny, petite little thing.
"This lovely woman agrees with me, Emmett, so I must be right." I smirked at her before looking back at my brother. "Why people are so fascinated with actors is beyond me. It's a useless profession if you ask me."
Alice and Jasper took their seats across from us, and I gave Jasper a nod.
"Edward! You're being rude!" Alice shrieked at me. I frowned at her. I was in no mood for her tonight. I loved my sister dearly but she was a shit-ton of work. I didn't know how Jasper put up with her half of the time.
The woman next to me held her hand out. "Bella Swan, resident airhead. Nice to meet you." Fuck. She was the actress. I grasped her tiny hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Edward, switch seats with me. I want to – "
"No, Alice." I snapped in her direction. I was suddenly very intrigued by Bella Swan.
She looked guilty now. Possibly misconstruing my frustration with my sister with anger toward her. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to –"
"You have nothing to apologize for. Please excuse my rudeness about you and your profession." I told her with what I hoped was a reassuring smile. I wasn't used to smiling so much, so it could have come across as more of a grimace than I intended.
I took my time and really looked at her. She had a long, slender neck that was begging to be kissed. She reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear and a flash of ink caught my eye. On first glance she didn't seem like the tattoo type, but as I looked closer I saw a slew of ink covering her arms. Not full sleeves, nowhere close, but she had a sexy spattering of words and images on her skin.
Without thinking it through, I leaned into her and whispered, "You're beautiful." A satisfying blush covered her cheeks.
She chatted with Alice for a few minutes, but I ignored most of the conversation. I watched her instead. Bella was perfectly polite, smiling when necessary and giving her thanks when complimented. She was definitely uncomfortable with the praise, though.
Her demeanor shifted when Alice mentioned something about a chick flick. "Welcome to the Badlands?" I asked, completely clueless as to what they were talking about.
"Oh, um, my last project. It was kind of a movie about my life, leading up to now." Bella said. She brought her hands onto the table and fidgeted with her nails.
My eyes sought out the ink on her arms, taking in every curve of every letter. Most of the women I had been with in the past were prim and proper, the socialite type. They were easy, wanting to be part of the Cullen family made them quick to jump in my bed. There were a few nameless faces thrown in my memory, but they were all hazy, clouded by a drugged-out mind.
None of those women would have walked in here with a single tattoo visible on their skin. They would look at this woman as being beneath them simply because of the ink on her skin. They were all shallow, self-centered gold diggers.
"I want to lick every one of those tattoos," I whispered to Bella. It was all I could do to keep from lifting an arm to my lips right now. She grasped one of her arms and lightly traced the ink with her fingers. Imagine how much better my tongue would feel, baby.
"I actually tried to get tickets to see you this weekend! We were out of the country when they went on sale, and by the time we got back they were all sold out. I've heard amazing things about the show, though." Alice said. My sister was a nosey little thing, but it was working in my favor tonight.
"What show?" I asked.
"Oh, she based the movie off of an album she wrote. Or was the album based off of the movie? It's so original! Now she's on tour, right Bella?"
Bella shifted in her seat subtly, obviously uncomfortable again. Alice was oblivious, of course. "You seem to know more about me than I do," she mumbled under her breath. She obviously hated that Alice was talking for her, hated that Alice already knew the answer to any questions I could ask about her.
"So, are you an actress or a musician?" I asked her directly, ignoring my sister completely.
"She can't act in anything for a year because she jumped off the sinking ship that was the Clash series. No offense Bella, but those movies… bleh."
I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes at my sister as she answered for Bella, yet again. I took a sip of water to distract myself.
"Oh, they're fucking horrible," Bella blurted out.
Some water got stuck in my throat and I coughed a few times. Hearing the curse escape her perfectly glossy lips had my cock at attention. Oh, the fucking we could do.
Then, she smirked at me. Her pretty pink lips curved and her brown eyes sparkled. She knew what she was doing.
Bella talked with Alice some more, something about tickets, and then Rosalie showed up with my parents. Rosalie was her usual, cold-hearted self. She would hate sitting at a table with an actress. Her glare toward Bella told me all it needed to.
"She hates it when she's not the most beautiful woman in the room," I whispered to Bella, hoping it took away some of the sting of Rose's glare. Bella cleared her throat, obviously affected by my words, and I couldn't help but smirk at her. I loved knowing I had even the smallest effect on her.
My mother distracts Bella with conversation, and Emmett punches my shoulder. "Dude, you totally have to bang the actress. She's hot."
It wasn't an odd conversation to be having with my brother. He may have settled down with Rosalie, but he was just as… free with women as I was at one point. I didn't like him talking about Bella like that, though. Something just felt wrong about it.
"Eddie! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Fucking hell. Irina's claws dug into my shoulders, but my eyes stayed glued on Bella's as she eyed the blond behind me. "Irina," I grunted out in greeting.
"Come dance with me," she slurred in my ear. She pressed her chest up against my back as her arms wrapped around my neck. The scent of her over perfumed body made me nauseous.
"No."
"Oh, come on, Eddie," Irina grabbed my arm and tried to pull me toward her, but I twisted my hand and wrapped it around her wrist. I pulled her into me, my lips at her ear.
"It's done, Irina. Get the fuck away from me before I do something you'll regret." She gets the message, thankfully, and skitters off to look for another conquest.
"Ex-girlfriend?" Bella asked me. She was trying to be nonchalant, casually taking a sip of her water as she asked, but she wanted answers. I could tell.
"Unfortunately," I grumbled out. I never would have called Irina a girlfriend, but she was a good fuck if I ever needed one.
"I was thinking you had better taste than that." Bella smirked at me, and every thought of Irina vanished from my mind. That smirk would be the death of me.
"Dude, she's so into you," Emmett whispered in my ear. I shoved him away from me. I didn't need his observations.
Food was placed in front of us and I leaned down toward Bella again. "I want to –" she flinched away from me, though. I frowned at her, wondering what happened to end our little game.
"Please stop."
I let her eat in peace, but I watched her carefully. She listened to the conversation around the table, led mostly by Alice, and didn't say much. Could she have heard one of Emmett's remarks? I didn't think so. He was an idiot, but he had the decency to whisper.
She set her napkin down on her plate and I knew she was about to make an escape, probably hating this event as much as I used to. I had a newfound appreciation for it, though.
People around us were finishing their meals and the music got a bit louder. I saw couples standing and swaying around us. I gripped her hand. "Dance with me?"
"Oh, I should really get going," she said, dropping my hand and standing. "I really don't dance."
I mimicked her movements and had her glorious body pressed against mine. We swayed away from the tables toward the dance floor. "It's all in the leading."
"Edward, I –"
I pulled her even closer to me. I felt every curve of her body against me. She was tall, but I could hear the soft click of heels on her feet. My entire body felt like a live wire with her. "You feel it. I know you do."
"Look, you don't want me. It's just a fantasy –"
"I've never had a fantasy about you. Well, not yet." I fully intended to dream about those tattoos tonight.
"You don't want me." Her voice was harsh and her eyes determined.
"How do you know what I want?" I challenged.
"Because I know me." Her voice was so sad and small, the complete opposite of the woman who challenged and smirked at me just half an hour before.
"But I don't know you. I don't know how old you are or where you grew up. I don't know what kind of music you like or make. What I do know is you're beautiful and witty. My sister loves you and you went out of your way to make her happy even though you're miserable."
She stopped moving with me and backed away. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Bella walked away then. I didn't follow her, but I watched her glide across the room with grace. The peach dress that I failed to notice before clung to her body and swayed with her movements.
"Don't harass the poor girl, Cullen." Embry Call, prosecutor from hell, placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Fuck off, Call," I glared at him and headed back to the table. The rest of the night dragged on, as it usually does at this thing. With Bella's seat empty, Irina came back over and attempted a more subtle tactic of flirting with me. Unfortunately, my mother seemed to think she walked on water so I had to suffer next to her for another hour before I finally left.
I didn't bother changing out of my suit when I got to my penthouse. I went straight to my office and shamelessly googled Bella Swan. A slight twinge of guilt hit my gut because I had a feeling she hated it that people got to know her through stories before they actually met her, but once I started reading I couldn't stop.
She had an Academy Award. I didn't pay attention to the entertainment industry, but I did know that was damn impressive. Especially at her age, she had to be in her early twenties.
I read a bit about the Clash series that Alice mentioned earlier. It was another teen franchise, like the one Bella got her start staring in, but they screwed her over. They promised good scripts and quality co-stars and threw her in with a group of unknowns and a script that, according to the author of this article, was nothing like the books the film was supposed to be based on.
Her tenacity to get out of the series was inspiring. From the little knowledge I had of the entertainment industry, it just wasn't something actresses usually did. She had to go a year without acting while the finished the series, but there was a quote from her saying she'd rather not work for a year than be subject to that series again.
She was a spit-fire.
I watched her win awards, saw her trip up the stairs at the Academy Awards. I watched her in interviews and she had this perfect, dry humor.
It was nearly four in the morning by the time I pulled myself away from the computer. I felt like a fucking stalker, but I stayed away from articles that centered around her personal life. I only wanted to know about her in a professional sense.
I would work on the personal later.
…Sick…
I parked in the blocked off portion of the garage in the arena. I tossed a fifty to the guard and he nodded at me. I walked around to the front of the arena and found the rest of my family.
"Gotta say, I'm surprised you wanted to come to this," Jasper told me while Alice gave the clerk her information.
"I'm… intrigued." It was the truth. Something about Bella Swan had me wanting to know more. Maybe that was what she wanted. Perhaps it was just the Hollywood way, luring people in so they paid attention to you. I could be just as disgusting as the people who followed her around with cameras, but none of them had ever had her pressed up against them. They didn't feel the same need I felt.
"Don't fuck her over or I'll never hear the end of it," Jasper grumbled. I looked over at my sister and had to laugh. She had on a shirt that was obviously some sort of official Bella Swan merchandise.
I looked around at the other people waiting to enter the arena. I was pleased to see Bella's fan base wasn't full of ten-year-olds. Most were teenagers, some likely in their early years of college. One thing I didn't do last night was listen to her music, so I didn't know what to expect from tonight.
"Oh, a suite!" Alice exclaimed. I looked over her shoulder and saw that Bella had given us a suite, probably big enough for twenty. When we got to the suite we were informed that all food and drink had been taken care of. Bella had pulled out all of the stops for my sister, it seemed. She also had a stack of backstage passes on the table in the suite.
That made my plan much easier. It would have been a hassle to sneak backstage. Doable, but still a hassle. I needed to get Bella Swan out of my system, and it was going to take more than a night on Google to do that.
Her show was possibly the most erotic thing I had ever seen. The way she swayed across the stage and the sound of her smooth voice over the speakers had me subtly adjusting myself in my jeans all night.
I was attracted to Bella Swan, there was no doubt about that. More attracted to her than I had ever been to the faceless women I remembered from my past conquests. She was dangerous, but I needed more of her.
After the show, by the time we were ushered to a room backstage, I was desperate. It was torture, seeing her from afar. I knew what that skin felt like under my hands, I knew how soft her hair was when it brushed up against me.
The room had about twenty other groups in it. A few were in actual tears as they waited for Bella.
"Hey, guys!" Bella exclaimed as she walked in the room. The screams were nearly as loud as they had been when it had been thousands of people. She had a girl wrapped around her, both of their arms clinging to the other.
She was perfectly at ease meeting all of these people. She laughed and hugged and thanked every person for coming. It appeared I was wrong in assuming celebrities were vain, self-centered creatures. It seemed Bella wanted nothing more than to bring a smile to someone's face. I vowed to get her to smile, a genuine smile, at me before the night was over.
"Hollywood! Good to see ya again!" Emmett shouted. He had taken advantage of the drink situation and was just shy of being completely wasted.
She didn't look at Emmett, though. Her eyes locked with mine, even as Alice wrapped her in a hug. She talked with Alice for a moment before I situated myself next to her. She was in a pair of boots now, which must have had a shorter heel than last night because she was a good head shorter than me now.
"You were stunning," I told her honestly. She was, is.
"T-thank you," she stuttered.
A blonde woman came over and announced it was time for a picture. I wrapped my arm around Bella's waist, making sure she stood next to me. She fit there perfectly.
"Thank you, guys for coming," she said, carefully sliding out of my arm. She gave everyone a hug, even Rosalie despite her obvious indifference toward Bella. It didn't seem to faze her at all. When Bella got to me I reveled in feeling her against me again. She smelled like springtime flowers, but with a hint of sweat. "Talk to the woman who took the picture."
Success.
When Bella moved on to the next group I found the blonde woman by the door. "Bella told me –"
"You must be the guy," she mumbled to herself. She looked over to where Bella was talking with a woman, probably only a few years older than her, and she nodded. "Come with me."
She led me out of the room and down the hall to a door with Bella's name on it. She opened it but stood in the doorway preventing me from entering. "When's her birthday?"
"What?"
"Her birthday. Do you know when it is?"
"No."
"Good," I frowned at her odd questioning. "Everyone already knows everything about her. She doesn't just have me bring random men to her dressing room. You're not a crazed stalker if you don't know her birthday." She smiled at me, but then frowned again. "Don't hurt her."
She left me in the room alone after that. There was a pile of random objects in the corner of the room. Bags of several miscellaneous things like blankets, notes, binders… all completely random things with one thing in common: Bella.
I opened one of the binders and started reading some of the letters inside. The first one was from a kid who said she listened to Bella's music to drown out her parents when they fought. There was a girl who listened to it in school when kids would bully her. And there was a boy who used it to escape from the fears he had of coming out to his parents.
I turned around at the sound of the door opening and saw Bella standing there. I couldn't help but smile at her. "You have very loyal people supporting you."
She looked at me for a minute, her eyes raking over my entire form. Good sign. "Oh, yeah, they're amazing."
I closed the binder and took a few steps toward her. She took a few back.
"Wait. I just – I'm a mess. I work too much and I have nearly every moment of my life planned for me. I'm stalked by paparazzi and I have people constantly talking about me, either to my face or online. I talk to a therapist twice a week because you were right, I am miserable. At least sometimes.
"I got royally fucked over by the last guy I was with. I've only dated… three guys so I have no clue what I'm doing when it comes to relationships. I don't – "
I had heard enough. I took three quick steps toward her, cupped her sweet face in my hands, and let my lips cover hers. I didn't have the patience for a gentle first kiss. I spent all night watching her lips move as she sang, imagining how perfect they would feel against mine. I was right.
I pressed her against the door and kept our lips moving in tandem until I had to let us both breathe again. I moved down her neck and sucked lightly at a little dimple in her skin. My arms wrapped around her waist and I let one of my fingers slide underneath the hem of her shirt to feel a sliver of soft skin.
She started to mumble something else, but when I pressed my cock against her thigh her words turned into a quiet moan. I left her neck to venture up to her lips again, but she turned her head away from me.
"I have to be out of here in ten minutes."
I didn't make any effort to move away from her. I skimmed my nose along her jaw and nipped at her lips lightly. "You're staying at The Five, correct?"
I felt her body stiffen. "How do you know that?"
I chuckled lightly. It was a bit of an oversight on my part. "I own it."
"Oh."
I went back to my new favorite spot where her neck meets her shoulder. "Stay with me tonight?"
"But I –"
"I live in the penthouse of The Five. There's nothing to worry about."
"I'm not sleeping with you. At least, not tonight."
It took all of my willpower not to groan out loud. "That's okay. I would still like to spend some more time with you. You'll be free to go back to your room whenever you'd like."
My own words surprised me, because I meant them. I had said things like that to countless women in the past, but I never meant it. I had no interest in getting to know anything about them. But when I spoke them to Bella, I meant every word.
She was trouble, but maybe the best kind of trouble.
…Sick…
She was standing with her back to me, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window that made up the back wall of the penthouse. She was fucking stunning.
"How long have you lived here?" She asked me and turned around. She jumped a bit, noticing my close proximity, but eventually relaxed as I trailed my fingers along her arm.
"A few years," I shrugged. "Will you tell me about these?"
"They're mostly random song lyrics," she shrugged, but then she grasped the bottom button of her shirt and slowly undid each one. I held my breath as she got to the top and let it fall to the ground. She smirked at me and tugged on the nude tank top she had on underneath it. "I'm not that easy, Mr. Cullen."
No, she wasn't. Most women in her situation would have already been in my bed, but she was standing here and already had me wrapped around her little finger. Bella explained her tattoos and the meaning behind each of them. I liked that she didn't get them just to seem cool, or as an act of defiance as a teenager. She got them because they meant something to her.
When she was done going through hers, I unbuttoned my own shirt. I enjoyed the hunger that flashed in her eyes as she stared at my bare chest but turned quickly to show her my back. I had gotten the Cullen crest tattooed a month after my first kill. It was a rite of passage in our family. Carlisle, Emmett, and Jasper all had matching ones.
"It's beautiful," Bella whispered. Her fingertips traced the ink on my back and I simultaneously loved and feared how much I felt just from that little touch.
"It's no Academy Award."
I turned around to look at her, but I only caught a flash of brown hair as she wrapped her arms around me and fused her lips to mine. Her nails dug into my back and I reveled in the slight sting they left behind.
Everything about her filled my senses. Her tongue tangled with mine and I didn't hesitate to lift her into my arms. She was a tiny little thing, and she wrapped her legs around me and she just felt right.
I sat on the couch with her in my lap and moaned when she pulled lightly at my hair. Her hips bucked right into my painfully hard cock and I had to pull away from her.
"Sweetheart, you're going to have to stop that if you don't want to end up naked, writhing in my bed tonight." Had it been any other woman in my arms, I would have taken it as an invitation to fuck her right here, but I didn't want that. I wanted to take my time when I finally got her to myself.
An hour later she was showered and wearing my clothes. It made me regret my decision to do nothing more than some heavy petting. Bella sat across from me on the bed, her legs folded under her, and asked me how old I was.
"I just turned twenty-six. You?" I was glad I stayed away from personal information like that in my searches last night.
She frowned. "I'll be twenty-one in September."
Shit, she's young. Most twenty-year-olds are out partying and trying not to fail out of college. "You're only twenty?" She's had a very successful career. If she was only twenty… "How old were you when you won this?" I held up her arm, the one with the little Oscar statue.
"Nineteen."
"Well, shit."
"What?"
"You, Ms. Swan, are far more impressive than I realized." She was. She was so young, but obviously talented if she already had an Academy Award to her name. She had to be driven to have worked so much in such a short amount of time.
I pulled her to me and let my lips just brush hers. It was the complete opposite of every other kiss we had shared, but it was no less arousing. Any feel of her skin on mine made me want her, want anything that she was willing to give me.
…Sick…
The next night I sat at the sound booth. I took a whole day off of work, something I hadn't done in years, and spent the day with Bella. I had no clue what went into putting on shows like this, but the girl barely had time to eat dinner.
I replayed our conversation from right before she went on stage over and over in my head throughout the show.
"I don't want this to just be a weekend thing. Don't run away from me just yet, okay?"
I had no clue where the words came from. All I did was 'weekend things.' I had never had a serious relationship, I didn't care to have a woman badgering me about where I was going or who I was seeing.
But Bella… Bella made me lose my mind. It wasn't like we could have a normal relationship anyway. She was traveling across the country, she knew what her schedule was like. I had no choice but to see where she wanted to take things tonight. I hated not having a choice.
We were in the car, on our way back to the penthouse when she blurted out something about a trial period. "I can't ask you to put up with my life. But I want to. I've never… I just know I would regret it for the rest of my life if we didn't try.
"I have three weeks of show after show, but I have a week in Los Angeles after that. I have a couple appearances and two shows, but other than that I'm free. If you can make it, you could visit?"
I focused on pulling into the parking garage before I answered. That was already putting in more effort than I typically did with women. But I looked at Bella next to me and I knew she was different. Better. Worth it. "I'll make it work."
"Why are you always so willing to drop everything for me?"
Oh, if only I knew, Bella. "Because there's something special about you, Bella Swan. You're talented and successful but don't take anything for granted. You're kind to everyone you meet and spend nearly your whole day trying to make others happy. You're the complete opposite of me and the people I surround myself with. You're not the one who shouldn't be asking me to put up with your life, it's the other way around." Jesus, this woman shattered every wall I had ever built around myself.
When we got inside I confessed my past 'manwhore' days, as she so eloquently put it. She told me about Jacob Black, another actor she worked with in the past, and how he told her she was clingy and insecure. I had known her less that seventy-two hours and I knew those were words I would never use to describe her.
Then, my father had to call and ruin the night.
"Edward, I need you to take care of Doyle Murphy."
"What did he do now?"
"He's had three months to pay us back, and he just repaid Volturi. Take him out, send a message to his son."
"Have Emmett do it. I'm busy."
"I don't care who the girl is, Edward. I didn't ask Emmett, I asked you. Take care of it." Carlisle hung up after that. I didn't know what his issue was lately. He was more hot headed than usual, and was making some really fucking stupid mistakes. He was getting old, and I was itching to take over. I was done taking orders from him.
I went to the kitchen to find where Bella had snuck off to. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm afraid I have to go out for a while, though."
I could see the disappointment color her features. I felt the exact same way. "Oh, I can just go back to my room."
"No, stay here, please. I shouldn't be more than an hour. Get some rest and I'll be back before you have to leave."
She had to leave in about three hours. Murphy lived across town, but he would be easy to take out once I got to him. He was probably already passed out in bed. He wasn't married anymore, so I didn't have to bother with his wife.
I gave Bella a kiss that I wanted to last forever and left. Thankfully she didn't ask any questions.
…Sick…
Murphy proved to be more of a hassle than I wanted. He wasn't peacefully passed out in bed as I suspected. He was drunk and belligerent and pathetically begged for mercy. I may not agree with all of Carlisle's methods anymore, but Murphy deserved his end. If you borrowed money from the Cullen's you paid it back in a timely manner. He knew what he was getting into.
He put me in a foul fucking mood, though.
I had to mind my movements as I got home. Bella was sleeping peacefully in my bed, and the sight of her curled up there very nearly erased my anger. When I walked into the ensuite and caught sight of the blood spatters on my shirt, it returned tenfold.
I stripped my clothing off and hid it under the sink. I would burn it once Bella was gone. I showered quickly and made sure there were no remnants of Murphy on my skin before I pulled on a clean pair of boxers.
When I walked back into the bedroom I saw her phone light up on the nightstand. It was some notification with a little blue bird. I ignored it, but I did grab Bella's hand and pressed her thumb to the touch ID. I quickly found her contacts and added my number into it.
I stood back and looked at the woman across from me. She was gorgeous and kind and pure. She didn't know who I was, she had no clue about my true life. She knew what I told her last night. To her, I was simply a businessman. I wasn't someone who left home in the middle of the night to kill a man who owed my father money.
Most women I was with knew, or guessed, who I was. Bella didn't and it felt so wrong to deceive her. I knew I couldn't tell her, though. I couldn't risk her knowing too much.
There was only about half an hour before Bella would have to get up, but I slid into bed beside her. It was like her body instinctively knew I was there and she shifted in bed, lying her head against my chest.
I couldn't help but let my hands roam along her waist. She was intoxicating. Her scent floated around me and blurred my mind. I moaned as my fingers found the bare skin of her back underneath the t-shirt of mine she was wearing. Then, the most beautiful brown eyes looked up at me, hazy with sleep.
"I should let you sleep," I mumbled, but still allowed my hands to roam along every inch of her I could get to.
"Sleep is overrated," she whispered, crashing her lips to mine. I let her take control of the kiss, wanting to see her lose control just a little bit. She hitched a leg over my hip and I couldn't resist what she was so openly giving.
I trailed my fingers lightly over her hips, coming to rest on the soft skin just below her belly button. "Just tell me if you want me to stop."
I slid my hand underneath the boxer shorts she was wearing and groaned at the wet heat that was waiting for me. Her lips met mine again in a greedy kiss as I slipped two fingers inside her.
"Fuck," she groaned out. Her hips met every thrust of my fingers and I couldn't hold back anymore. I rolled her onto her back, reveling in the soft flutters of her warm walls around my fingers.
I looked down at her. She had her eyes closed and her mouth hung open, soft pants escaping every now and then. Leaning on my elbow beside her, I cupped my free hand around her cheek and said, "You're so goddamn beautiful."
I curled my fingers, just slightly, and her body twitched. "Come," I told her. Her back arched off of the bed, her head thrown back in pleasure, and her pussy gripped my fingers like a vice.
As she came down from her orgasm she trailed a hand down my chest, heading straight for my cock. I grabbed her hand and intertwined her fingers with the ones I had just used to make her come.
"No, tonight is about you," I told her. The truth was I couldn't trust myself to do anything more with her and not take things too far. I brought our interlaced fingers up to my lips and sucked on them, one my one. The combination of her juices coating my fingers and the taste of her skin was deadly.
Bella pushed me over, taking me by surprise. She situated herself on my lap, lining up her warm pussy with my aching cock. There were still two layers of clothing between us, but I could still feel the warmth radiating from her. Her alarm chose then to go off, and I reached over blindly, hitting everything until the annoying buzzing stopped.
"Bella –" her hips lightly swayed over me and all rational thought left my mind. I gripped her hips, holding on to her as she moved over me, but it wasn't enough. If she wanted to play this way, we could play.
I flipped her over and thrust into her as hard as I dared. I was already too worked up, and the image of Bella falling apart underneath me again had me coming in my boxers like a teenager.
"I haven't been reduced to dry-humping a girl since high school," I mumbled.
Ten minutes later I was in a fresh pair of boxers and Bella was gone. I was supposed to meet her in three weeks in Los Angeles, but I knew it was a bad idea. It was reckless but I knew I would still go.
No matter the consequences, I had a feeling Bella would be worth them all.
A/N: A little glimpse into Edward's head of the first meeting. I won't be doing every moment from HK and rep in his POV, just the most important or most fun parts, and of course new moments will be included in each. A lot of this one crossed over, but that won't always be the case.
As for the rep sequel, it will come eventually. I need time to make it as good as possible, and I also have another story fumbling around in my head. It will come, but it might be a while. Until then… let's enjoy some EPOV :)
If you have any requests, feel free to comment them, I'll try my best to add them in (I will be keeping this in chronological order, though. So keep that in mind when you request)!
