A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be enjoying the Ham and Swiss Cheese sandwiches that I make almost every day for lunch. I don't know why I love them so much, but dang, they're good. :D
This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. I had a nap, now I'm doing laundry. Always a million things going on around here. :D
This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She's a hick. I like hicks... I need to play that song "Ticks" for her, too. It rhymes. :)
Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. Someday we all need to go hang out in a strip club for a few hours, see if what we write about is really true. :D
**disclaimer **
This story is a bit taboo. And naughty, as shown in this chapter. :D
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… Chapter Forty Six - Moments … Edward …
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The way you and Claire have blended into my life is amazing. It's like you were always here.
It's been a month since you moved in. Two months since I found you that night. We have our moments, our spats, tiffs, full blown fights. Every couple does.
It feels good to say that...couple. We're together, forever. No matter how angry you get, or frustrated I get, neither of us is going anywhere.
Plus the make up sex is out of this world. You bring me to my knees every time, and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Claire loves us being together, a real family, she calls it. She has pictures hanging all over the house. Her, Mommy, Daddy, and the puppy she's almost talked me into buying her.
It'll be small, so it can't be that much trouble, can it?
Your last night of work is tonight, and the girls at the club have something special planned.
So do I.
Mrs. Cope is babysitting.
I drive you to work, insisting on the cheer leader outfit again. It's a favorite of mine. I want to see you strip it off just one more time.
For me.
After I drop off Claire, I go back to the club, finding your going away party in full swing, in the smaller VIP room. There's a great view of the stage, and every dance is dedicated to you.
The girls dance routines you danced.
You laugh and cry a little. I know you'll miss them, your friends here.
When you see me, you squeal, throwing your arms around me.
We dance, we touch, we drink. Well, I drink. You're working, you say. No alcohol while on the job.
You're such a stickler for rules. I wonder when that started. Or if you just broke them before because of me. I hope it's that, that it was because of me. That I was worth it.
It's wonderful, the time we spend here, and I'm the first to admit. I'll miss this place, too.
Like always, Tanya rubs against me. Mews and sighs each time she passes by.
I laugh it off, until finally, she whispers that once you two put on a show for some business men. In the private room. And she whispers things she did to you, you to her.
I'm curious. I'm hard. I wanna know if it's true.
Grabbing you by the waist, I pull you out, grumbling to Felix. He laughs, knows where we're going.
Room five, the farthest one from the party.
Music is on when we get there, and I pull you to me.
"Tanya said some things...that you two did in here for some business men? Is it true?"
My tongue licks up your neck as I wait for your answer.
You moan, hands grasping at my shirt.
"Maybe. Would you be mad if it was?" you ask, your voice breathy and low.
"No, not necessarily. When?"
You laugh a soft laugh. "A couple years ago. They paid us extra, I'd never done it before. Ahhhh, Edward," you sigh.
My mouth moves down your chest, fingers pull open your top. My teeth find your nipple.
"I wanted to see what it was like, a girl. What you felt when you were with me."
"And," I ask. "What did you think?"
Sucking your nipple deep into my mouth, savoring your taste.
"I liked it," you whisper.
I kiss back up your neck, to your lips. "Tanya wants to do it again, with you and me. What do you think?"
I know your answer. I'm not a fool. I just want to see you worked up.
Anger flashes in your eyes. You start to pull back, away from me.
"Tanya isn't getting anywhere near you. If you want to fuck her, Edward Cullen, you can just walk right out-"
I kiss you, stopping your tirade. You fight, but give in when my hands grasp your thigh, pull it high on my hip, opening you up to me.
"I'm only interested in fucking you. I wondered if maybe you wanted to play, if you enjoyed it, would miss it. I'm okay with watching you and her, as long as I'm the only one inside of you. And you're the only one touching me."
I see the glimmer in your eyes.
"Can we watch her dance while we fuck in this chair?" you ask.
"You want her to watch?"
Your mouth turns up in a smile.
"Let her see what she'll never have. I'm game, if you are."
I get Tanya. She's excited, thinking she's finally going to get me.
Instead, I tell her I want to watch, and I see her face fall.
"I'll pay you, don't worry. Now dance, my girl and I want some entertainment."
She starts to dance, removing clothing as she shimmies and bends, working the pole over.
She pales in comparison to you. It's not even a contest.
You writhe on my lap, both of us hot as she spreads her legs, her fingers teasing her wet lips.
You whisper dirty, naughty things in my ear. Things you would do to her if you were closer.
You're getting better at lying, I know you wouldn't touch her. Maybe someone else, but not Tanya.
Soon enough you're naked, straddling my bare hips. My cock is buried deep inside of you, and you're thrusting, moving over me.
I suck your tits into my mouth, taking turns, one and then the other.
I can't get enough of them.
Tanya keeps dancing, and we keep grinding, groaning. I know she can hear us, though she can only see shadows. The look on her face clearly says she's jealous.
You're so turned on, I can barely keep you contained.
As the song nears it's end, you start to move faster, erratic. Your thrusts are jerks and swirls.
You bounce harder, I push higher. Over your shoulder I see Tanya in the chair, her fingers thrusting in and out, keeping pace with us.
Just as the last lines of the song play, you start to call my name. It falls from you lips with such passion, such devotion. Anyone who can hear us knows this is more than sex.
This is love.
We've waited so long for this, and it's everything now.
To both of us.
We come down from our high, seeing that Tanya's left. As you re-dress, I pull you back to my lap.
There's something in my pocket that has your name on it.
Literally. Etched into it, next to mine.
I want to give it to you, to ask the question that goes with it, but I wait.
This isn't the right place. I need something better. Special.
Instead, I kiss you, soft and slow. Tender. Sacred.
You look at me, your eyes searching mine.
"Edward," you say quietly.
"Yeah?" I say, a smile growing quickly on my face. I'm so in love with you.
"I'm pregnant."
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A/N: I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE all of your stories about older women giving birth, moms going back to school, moms working while they have little ones at home. It's so inspiring, seeing how so many women have conquered not only having a family, but gaining an education and building a career, too. Girls kinda rock. :D
Men are great too, just saying. I mean, Rpattz is a man, so that fact alone... :D
Reviews are better than make up sex. (I know, that's insane to even think, 'cause make up sex is awesome! Especially angry make up sex. :D )
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