22

The Hunk

Christmas is two days away, and their parents will be arriving tomorrow when Edward and Rosalie realize that they forgot one very important detail.

"What do you mean they aren't staying with you guys?" Edward asks, tossing an empty tray into the sink and turning to his sister. "They can't stay with me. Bella is right next door. I don't want to overwhelm her. We've been preparing for days now."

And by preparing, Edward means that every time Bella starts to have her doubts or dark thoughts, he takes her to the couch, pulls her down onto his lap, and lets her have some fun. Sure, he also benefits from her fun, but that's not the point.

They've found a new hobby. They do it frequently. Edward's laundry pile is embarrassing.

"Ed, we've already cleared out the guest room to prepare for the baby," Rosalie says, bringing him out of his dirty thoughts. She shrugs like it's nothing.

"You're not due for like six months."

"Excuse me for being excited about my child, dick head," she snaps. "We don't have a bed for them."

"I don't have anything in the second bedroom, and I only have a loveseat in my living room."

"Well, it's too late to try to get them a hotel room. You'll have to figure something out."

Edward is really starting to get pissed off at his sister. She's been grating on his nerves for days. If it's not one thing, it's another. A batch of cookies was slightly underbaked and fell apart when she tried boxing them for a customer. Apparently, he didn't load the trays on the drying rack correctly. Other reasons were just as ridiculous.

He's over it.

"You know what, Ro? Go fuck yourself. I'm busy trying to make sure that my emotionally fragile girlfriend is going to get through this week, and all you can do is bitch about every little thing." He slams the tray in his hands down on the counter.

They watch as it shatters into pieces.

"You already have me picking them up from the airport when I should be with Bella like we planned. You're pregnant, not an invalid. You call yourself Bella's friend, but you aren't doing anything to help her through this. You're just making everything harder."

Rosalie's bottom lip quivers. Apparently, the thing growing inside her gave her feelings because if she's not bitching, she's crying.

Edwards is over it. All of it.

Instead of waiting for the waterworks and excuses to start, he grabs his keys.

"Don't worry about it. I'll figure everything out because you've left me with no other choice, but after the holiday, we're going to sit down and discuss some shit." He stops in front of Rose and leans down to look her in the eye. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not going to let you ruin Christmas for Bella."

He leaves her to finish closing the store and drives home.

He's early, so he doesn't expect Bella to be waiting for him. Edward is pissed and full of pent-up aggression, but he has to see her. He knows she'll make everything better. Bella always makes things better.

He bursts through her front door, making her jump up from the couch, clutching her chest in surprise until she sees that it's him.

"Honey? I thought you weren't going to be home until around four or five?" She approaches him slowly. She can probably feel the rage rolling off of him.

Fuck, he never thought his mood might scare her, but he can't help himself.

"I got off early," he grits out, unbuttoning his chef's jacket and throwing it on the ground before gathering her in his arms. He walks them to the couch and lays her down, pressing one leg between her thighs. His mouth devours hers as he cups her tit and pinches her nipple too roughly.

"Ow! Edward?" Bella breaks away from the kiss, and his lips find purchase on her neck. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"Rose just royally pissed me off." He groans in her ear. "I'm so fucking mad, and I don't know how to control it. I knew you'd make it better, so I came home to you. Please, make it better."

"Okay." She takes his hand and places it underneath her dress and on top of her lacy panties.

He feels like a monster as he slips his fingers under the waistband and pulls until the elastic snaps.

Bella winces.

"I'm sorry," he says, calming down.

Hurting her is equal to hurting himself. He would never want to bring her pain.

"It's okay, Honey. I'm fine." She pulls him down and lets him take control of her mouth.

He's almost feral, but his hands are gentle. One underneath her dress and one tangled in her hair, controlling her head and deepening his kisses. He finds her soft curls and presses into her wet heat.

Bella mewls and her hips lift up from just the slightest touch of his thumb swiping across her clit. "Edward."

He slides one finger inside her, and fuck, she's so tight.

"I love you, Sugar," he says against her mouth. "You're so fucking perfect."

"You're perfect." She moans, moving against his hand. "Keep going. Please."

"You never have to beg for my love," he tells her, adding another finger, filling her and loving her. He can't help but imagine how she'll feel around him when they're ready for that step.

"I love you." She gasps when he adds another finger, stretching her pussy and curling his fingers until he finds the exact spot that he knows will drive her wild.

And it does.

Bella comes undone with a muffled scream, right in his fucking ear, but he couldn't care less. He continues to work her until she comes back down to earth before pulling his hand out from under her dress.

Bella lays boneless, running her hands along his back and whispering her love for him over and over.

Edward lifts his fingers to his mouth and tastes her for the first time.

She stares at him slack-jawed and is slightly confused when he groans. He knew she would taste divine.

Bella pulls him down for a passionate kiss and licks his bottom lip, tasting herself on his tongue.

"That was ..." she starts when they pull away, both breathless.

"Exactly what I needed." He kisses her once more and settles next to her. "Thank you, Sugar."

"Do you want me to help you out?" Bella asks and reaches for his zipper.

Edward shakes his head.

"No. Everything is perfect." He yawns against her neck.

Bella pulls a knit blanket off the back of the couch and curls up against Edward's chest.

They whisper softly back and forth, sharing sweet kisses and then she yawns.

Edward's had a really rough day, and Bella just came harder than ever, so it's no surprise when they fall asleep together, cuddled up on her small couch underneath the blanket.

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"Honey," Bella whispers softly in his ear, bringing Edward out of what was a wonderful nap.

"Yeah, Sugar?" he asks, sleepily.

"It's getting late. I need to use the bathroom, and then I'll make us some sandwiches for dinner. You gotta let me up."

They untangle their arms and legs until Bella is able to climb over him.

She kisses his forehead. "Just rest. I'll come and get you when the food is done."

He nods and pulls the blanket up to his shoulders but doesn't go back to sleep. Instead, Edward listens to Bella return, and then retreats into the kitchen. He can hear her humming Christmas songs as she works and can't help but get up. He stands, leaning against the doorway, loving the big smile on her face while she does such a simple task.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he says.

Bella's head snaps up with a light blush forming high on her cheeks. "I'm glad you think so."

He gives her a toothy grin and walks over, wrapping his arms around her middle. "I don't think so. I know so. Are you still not wearing any panties under there?"

"No. I forgot." Bella turns her head to the side and kisses his cheek. "You turned my brain to mush."

"I'm glad I could do that for you."

"I am glad you did."

"I don't want to overwhelm you, but we need to talk about some stuff before tomorrow. I want you to be informed and maybe give me some advice because I have no idea what to do."

"Okay. Take these to the living room, and I'll grab some drinks. We can talk while we eat."

They're sitting on the couch, a bag of chips between them and a plate of sandwiches on the table, when Bella asks what's going on.

"You already know that my parents will be here tomorrow. Rosalie has decided that I need to pick them up instead of staying here with you," he starts.

"Okay. So, I'll just be here ... waiting." Bella's voice trembles.

Edward immediately wants to go out and run over his sister with his car for doing this to them. More specifically for doing this to Bella.

"Rosalie also informed me that they've already started converting their guest room into a nursery, so she doesn't have any room for them." He tosses his plate onto the table and turns to Bella. "No hotel or motel, for that matter, is going to have a vacancy this close to Christmas, so I'm going to have to bring them back to my place. I wasn't planning for this to happen. I don't want to overwhelm you with them, but I don't have any other ideas."

Bella takes a moment, her uneaten sandwich hanging limply in her hand.

"I'll just ... I don't know what I'll do. I can't think of anything to help you. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, Sugar. I just didn't want to blindside you when I showed up tomorrow with my parents in tow. The crappy thing is that I'm going to be sleeping on a pallet on the floor in my guest bedroom because I only have a loveseat. But it'll be worth it if you're still okay going forward with our plans."

"Um. Okay. One thing at a time."

She contemplates for a while, going over all the information he's just given her.

"I think I can handle your parents being next door, but I'll be more comfortable if I keep my door locked. I know you've prepared your mom, but I won't be able to handle a surprise visit."

Edward nods.

He has a key, so that's not a big deal. He doubts his mother would just burst into Bella's home unannounced, but he also knows she's excited to meet his girlfriend. Anything could happen, really.

He's not willing to take any chances, so they'll need to be prepared for anything.

Bella struggles to find words, and he starts to worry.

"All right, we've got that settled. What would you say about staying the night tonight?" she asks after a few minutes.

"Yeah. I mean, at least we know the couch is comfy."

"No. I meant with me. Maybe if we can get through tonight, you can stay here while your parents are in town."

Edward is shocked. "Are you sure?"

Bella nods, sets her food on the table, and climbs onto his lap.

Knowing that she's not wearing anything underneath her dress has him thinking dirty thoughts. "Sugar, are you asking me to stay the night so you can seduce me?"

Her face turns a brilliant shade of red, and she tilts her head to the side, pulling her lip between her teeth. "So what if I was?"

Edward pulls her lip free and runs his thumb over the marred flesh. "I would say hell yeah but only if you're sure?"

"It's only fair, Honey. You got to touch me, and now I want to touch you." She kisses him softly and pulls away with a sly smile. "So, go get some pajamas because I'm not quite ready for naked sleepovers yet. Meet me in the bedroom."

She climbs to her feet, straightens her dress, and starts for the stairs, leaving a shocked Edward sitting on the couch.

When he finally snaps out of it, he scrambles out the door and into his house, tearing through his dresser to find a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. He almost lands on his ass trying to step into the pants and runs into the door jamb pulling the shirt over his head.

Edward slows himself down, not wanting to overwhelm her with his exuberance. He makes sure all the windows and doors are locked and everything is cleaned up from their dinner before taking the stairs two at a time.

Bella's door is ajar, and he pushes it open to find her lying in the middle of the bed, wearing a pair of barely there cotton shorts and a tank top. Her face is freshly washed, and her eyes are clouded with lust.

He knows those eyes.

He loves those eyes.

She smiles wide and pats the spot next to her.

"Come to me, Honey."

He follows her instruction, but before he can pull her into his arms, Bella holds her hand up.

"Wait. I think we need to talk about what happened earlier. It was great and everything, but you were kind of scary. Should we rearrange things so Rose and Em spend time with your parents separately from us?"

"No. I told Rosalie that I wasn't going to let her ruin our first Christmas together. The two of us are going to have a talk after the holiday though. She's constantly riding my ass, and it's my kitchen. I can't let this go on anymore. She's making me miserable. She's making me hate my job."

Bella frowns. "I'm sorry, Honey."

"Don't be, Sugar. I think I'm going to have to dissolve the partnership. We should have never tried to make this work in the first place."

Her eyes widen. "Edward, that's a big deal."

He shrugs.

"Not really. I'm the majority owner of The Bakery, so I'll just buy her out and keep the front of the house staff we already have. I'm sure they'd love more hours. I'll hire an accountant to work the books."

"Do me a favor, okay? Think about this after your parents head back home when the fight isn't so fresh. I don't want you to do something drastic. Do I think the two of you need to sit down and hash everything out? Yes. Because if you keep coming home to me like you did tonight, I'll wait until she pops the kid out and kick her ass."

Edward chuckles, and she finally lets him pull her onto his lap.

"So our first sleepover. Should we put on face masks and braid each other's hair?" he jokes.

"I do have some peel-off masks, but you'd probably pass out from the pain with all this scruff." She rubs his cheek. "And while you do need a haircut, I don't think I could braid it. Besides, we're adults. Adult sleepovers are different."

"Hmm, really? How so?"

Bella nods and presses her lips to his forehead and whispers softly. "Take off your pants, Honey."

Edward just stares at her.

"It's only fair. I didn't have any pants on earlier." She wiggles her eyebrows and pulls at the drawstring.

He lets her remove his sweats and watches Bella try really hard not to blatantly stare at his dick, but her eyes dart down to his lap and then away while her face is flaming red.

"Sugar, give me back my pants. We don't have to do this right now," he tells her, reaching for his sweats, but Bella pulls them out of his grasp.

"No. I'm sorry. It's just ... you're the first"—she gestures to his crotch—"I've ever seen up close and personally."

"Huh?"

"He always insisted that the lights be off, pitch black. I never ... did anything." She holds his pants away from his grasp. "I don't want to talk about him right now. Let me have this, please."

Edward nods and laces his fingers behind his head. He'll let her explore, and he'll love every second of it. He's so hard the tip of his dick is almost touching his stomach.

Bella's hand hesitates, reaches forward, and pulls back.

"Just touch me, Sugar," Edward croaks. "As long as you don't try to bend it in half, there's really no wrong way to do this. Trust me."

She smiles and takes him in her soft, warm hand.

Edward's hips rise of their own accord, making him slide inside her grasp.

It's like velvet, the feel of her skin on his.

"Lick your palm, Sugar," he instructs.

Bella does and her hand returns, slightly lubricated by her saliva. She starts at the base, twisting her wrist as she makes her way to the very tip.

Like a fucking pro.

"Fuck, Bella." The back of his head hits the headboard with a dull thud.

Her hand continues to work him as she climbs up, resting on this thighs.

"Kiss me, Honey," she tells him.

He moans into her mouth, thrusting up as her hand steadily moves over him.

"You're so hard. I can't wait to taste you," she whispers in his ear, licking the space behind it.

Edward groans.

"I know you'll be the greatest teacher. You'll show me how to use my mouth to bring you pleasure."

"Bella."

He's close. Her words aren't helping him maintain his composure.

"You're so big. I wonder how you'll feel inside me. I'll be so full of you." She moans. "I'll feel you for days."

Edward loses control without warning. He comes all over his stomach making Bella's eyes widen in surprise.

"Fuck, Sugar." He pulls her to him and kisses her hard on the mouth, his tongue assaulting hers in the best way.

"Your stuff is all over my shorts." She giggles into his lips.

"That's all right, I was planning on them being on the floor in a second anyway." Edward all but throws Bella to the foot of the bed and pulls her shorts off in one quick move.

She's too shocked to fight it.

When her legs are dangling off the side, he kneels on the floor in front of her, spreading her thighs and pulling her toward him.

She doesn't question his motive until he throws her legs over his shoulders.

"New experience, Sugar," he tells her, running his nose along her slit.

"Fuck. Yes." She gasps.

Edward grips her thighs and places his mouth on her for the first time.

His plan was to make it soft and sweet, but never thought she'd turn into an animal, taking control, gripping his hair and bucking against his face until she's squeezing her thighs together, riding out her orgasm before falling back, gasping for breath. She throws one arm over her eyes and clutches one tit as she comes back down to earth.

Edward wipes his mouth on her thigh before climbing up.

"Well, how did I do?"

"Are you serious?" she asks with a shaky laugh. "I can't feel my body right now. The only word I can come up with is fucktastic. It was fucktastic, Honey."

They laugh, clean themselves up a bit, and find their clothes before falling back into bed.

"We totally got this, Sugar," he tells her, hugging her tightly against him. "And if you're uncomfortable in any way, you tell me, and we'll just lock the door and spend the next four days together. Okay?"

Bella nods, falling asleep, and after all of tonight's activities, it's no surprise that she's exhausted.

a lot of people suffer from seasonal depression. I am the opposite and I'm loosely basing Sugar off of my experience/struggle so no she isn't magically cured of all her problems.