FINALLY another chapter! Sorry for not being on top of my shit.
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Chapter Four
Alas, the leather skirt is still on and my mom is listing all the reasons she hates it. Along with her disappointment with the man I call my boyfriend.
I'm listening, but barely, my eyes on the boyfriend standing outside with my dad and brother, drinking a beer and looking hot as sin.
"She's right, you know," Rosalie says, obviously wanting to stay on my mom's good side.
Edward lifts his bottle, his pouty lips opening to take a drink, and I feel a tingle where no one should feel a tingle while standing in their mom's kitchen while also wearing a buttery soft leather skirt. I hope Edward rips it off me tonight. I can always buy a new one.
He meets my eyes through the glass door and winks, making me smile. I give him a finger wave, and those lips spread into a gorgeous smile of his own, and I die.
"Your father and I did not raise you the way we did for you to parade around a man the likes of him."
"Don't be so judgmental," I say, tearing my eyes off Edward and turning to face Rosalie and my mom, both who look disapproving. "I'm a grown woman and can date whoever I want."
"Whomever," my mom says, and I roll my eyes.
The door at my back slides open and strong, colorful arms wrap around my waist, those delectable lips hitting my cheek before he murmurs, "Can I get another beer, Bells?"
He plays good boyfriend.
Turning in his arms, I look up at him, and grin. "Sure. Having fun?"
"Loads," he whispers, making me giggle and his arms tighten around me.
Ignoring my mom and Rosalie, I just hang out in Edward's arms, enjoying the feel of him against me, kind of wanting to lift my skirt and rub against him to see if I can feel that piercing through his pants.
A throat clears behind us, and I roll my eyes again. Edward kisses my nose, and I melt into him. "I guess I should stop hugging you," I say, even though I want to do anything but that. He's all warm and hot, and smells like the most delicious delicacy. My mom should be able to appreciate that.
"I guess so," he says, but his arms don't loosen.
"Yeah," I say, watching the way his lips lift, kind of obsessing over them, wanting to kiss the life out of them. "I'll get you that beer."
"Okay, Bells."
Unfortunately, he lets me go, and I grab a beer from the fridge, his fingers running along mine enticingly as he takes it from me. It feels like a promise for later. A deal with adjusted terms. Like a piercing gliding along my…
"Bella," my mom snaps, making me jump like I've been caught grinding all over that apadravya.
I wish.
Edward chuckles, and I can feel my face heating up. He gives me this look, a look I can't decipher before he's leaving out the glass door, leaving me with my mom and Rosalie.
"What?" I ask, innocently.
If looks could kill…
"I hope you plan on changing before the guests arrive."
Looking down at my skirt, I take in it's beauty before meeting my mom's eyes. "No. I love this skirt."
She stomps out of the kitchen, Rosalie on her heels, and I grab a piece of shrimp off one of the trays and toss it in my mouth. Emmett found a real one in Rosalie. The perfect replica of our mom.
Grabbing my phone, I send Lauren and Jess a text.
It's worse than I imagined. Mom hates the skirt and the boyfriend.
Who cares? Jess responds.
The skirt is classy, Lo says.
I know, right? I say, grabbing another piece of shrimp.
I think you should call it an early night and have a fuck-a-thon with Edward, Jess types.
It's still afternoon, Lauren says.
It's night somewhere. Go get your fuck on, Jess says, sounding very reasonable.
Don't listen to Jess. Take it slow, Bella, Lauren responds, sounding much too unreasonable.
Yeah, just sit on it and ride him real slow. Good idea, Lo, Jess says, and I just know Lauren is having a fit right now.
I laugh out loud and send a thumbs up before shoving my phone back in my purse and heading upstairs to freshen up before the guests arrive.
My mom did put us in separate rooms as if we aren't grown adults. Like I won't just walk across the hall and sleep with my fake boyfriend.
The idea of accepting his deal and getting a real tattoo, well, it's sounding orgasm worthy. A little prick of a needle is totally worth it to get more than a glimpse of that piercing. I've been dreaming of it for days.
The doorbell rings downstairs, and I hear the first guests arriving. Thank God I asked Edward to come along. I don't think I could handle these people without them. Jess thinks Lauren has a stick up her ass - well, these people are the definition of stick up your ass.
I can't wait to hang all over Edward while they watch.
Then I can't wait for tonight.
…
"How's work going, sweetheart?" Dad asks, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me in for a side hug.
Edward's across the yard, engrossed in deep conversation with Ms. Hillensworth, my mom and dad's old neighbor. She took a liking to him the second she walked through the door. I see the appeal, Ms. Hillensworth, yes, I do.
"It's great. Our clientele is up. Lauren turned out to be a great addition."
"That's great. How are the girls?"
"They're good. Things are just really good." And it's true. I love being at work with Jess and Lauren even if it does seem like a lesbian lovefest half the time. The good thing is is I think Jess just gives Lauren a hard time and doesn't really want to become scissor sisters.
I'm almost 100 percent positive.
Well, 80 percent.
More like 50, but…
"Edward's a good guy," Dad says, thankfully interrupting my thoughts. "You picked a good one. He'll take care of you."
What?
My eyes move back to Edward, and he looks over at me at the same time, those lips immediately lifting into the sexiest smile.
Dad likes my boyfriend. My fake boyfriend. Now I just feel horrible pretending. Dad's making me feel guilty.
Looking down at the fake heart tattooed on my wrist, I feel like I really am going to die alone with the cats.
Fake boyfriend. Fake tattoo. I'm such a phony.
"He's awesome," I say, and even though I feel a little like shit now for deceiving him, I want to drag Edward upstairs and beg him for a peek.
Dad gives me a squeeze before pulling away to start up a conversation with Emmett and a couple of his colleagues, and I immediately move toward Edward, my mind feeling so dirty, I should be banned from this party.
Ms. Hillensworth scurries off, leaving me alone with Edward.
"Hey, Bells," Edward says, holding out an arm to which I waste no time cuddling into. "Nice party, huh?"
Giggling, I wrap my arm around his waist. "You seemed extra cozy with Ms. Hillensworth. She's single, you know."
He shakes his head, lips turning down in a serious pout. "She's not interested," he says, and I giggle some more. "Said she had a granddaughter that definitely would be, though."
Abruptly, I stop giggling, and Edward slowly smiles. "Huh," I say, nonchalantly. "Did you get her number?"
"Nah, Bells. I already have a girlfriend." He glances over my shoulder then he's pulling me closer and whispering in my ear. "Your ma's watching. Wanna give her a show?"
I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. His warm breath whispering onto my ear is sending chills down my body. "How big of a show are we talking?" I breathe.
Edward chuckles. "Well, I think it'd be frowned upon if I gave you a glimpse of my dick right now, but…"
"Too bad," I say, bunching his shirt in my hand. "I can't stop thinking about it."
Edward smiles and shakes his head. "Yeah?"
Nodding my head, I just let it all out. I mean, what's the point of keeping things bottled inside. "It's literally the only thing on my mind. I'm considering being jabbed hundreds of times with a needle just so I can see it up close and personal."
He picks up my wrist and rubs a thumb across the fake heart. My clit throbs. Honestly, I'm a mess right now.
"So, I'm glad I brought my gun."
"You could just let me see it. I'm sure it's too much trouble to get the gun ready, and…"
"Not a chance, Bells. No tat. No apa." He smiles a smile so dead sexy, my panties are sticking to my crotch. "Is my girlfriend gonna back out?"
Dear Lord, forgive me, for I am going to sin so hard tonight.
He just called me his girlfriend. It's fake. I know it. You know it. We all know it, but that doesn't mean the word rolling of his tongue doesn't make me want to sit on his pretty face.
I'm turning into Jess. The corruption has begun.
"I'm not backing out. Are you going to back out?
I sure hope not.
"No way," he says, wrapping his other arm around me and pulling me close.
I open my mouth to tell him to drop his pants, but Rosalie has the worst timing in the history of worst timings.
"Bella, will you help hand out cake?"
Cake? What! Why would I want to do that?
"Sure," I find myself saying, and she smiles before walking off. "Well, I guess I have to go hand out cake. If you can't tell, I'm annoyed by this."
He laughs and leans down, lifting the brim of his hat a bit before brushing his lips against my cheek, up my jaw until his lips are at my ear again. "See you later, Bells."
He lets me go, and I wobble on my heels, watching him walk away from me. "Do you want cake?" I yell, and he turns back, glances down my body and nods.
Is he for real? Or is he fake wanting my cake?
My mom waves me over, and I trudge across the yard, not at all wanting to hand out cake, but really wanting to take Edward up to my old bedroom and strip him naked, so I can finally see his piercing.
Put me out of my misery already!
Rosalie shoves two plates of cake into my hands, and I start handing out cake. It's boring and tiresome, and not at all what I want to be doing. But my mom will throw a hissy fit if I don't play the doting sister.
At one point, I trip when Edward looks at me, which makes him grin which then makes me trip again and toss Ms. Hillensworth's cake in her face. Edward's mouth drops open before he laughs and turns away.
I'm just glad I didn't get cake on my new skirt.
"I'm so sorry," I say, handing her a napkin, biting my lip as she wipes the frosting off her glasses and her face.
She waves me off, and I meet my mom's eyes. If looks could kill...
…
I may have drank too much wine. It's after the cake face debacle and after I had to listen to my mom scolding me for embarrassing her in front of all of her friends.
Edward gave me my first glass.
Dad gave me the second.
Ms. Hillensworth gave me the third.
After that it was all me. It was good wine. What can I say?
I've somehow climbed into Edward's lap which would be inappropriate if I cared at this point. My phone is in my hand, and I'm trying to text Jess and Lauren back, but Edward's hands are on me, and my body is burning. My mind is also a little confused with all the wine in my system.
The last text from Jess was her asking once again if I've fucked Edward. She's certainly obsessed.
"Do you need some help?" Edward asks after watching me struggle for five minutes.
I hand him my phone and tell him what to type.
"Okay, say No, I haven't fucked Edward yet. But I'm sitting on his lap right now."
I feel his eyes on me, so I glance over at him. He leans toward me, chuckling a bit. "You're not talking quiet, Bells."
My eyes shoot around the yard, and Ms. Hillensworth is shaking-laughing, a huge smile on her face.
"Oops," I whisper, looking back at Edward's cute face. And it's so cute.
I watch him type word for word what I just said, his thumbs looking quite attractive while doing it. He pushes send, and I watch the three dots, waiting for the reply.
Are you trying to break a record or something? Take him behind the hydrangeas and suck it! That's Jess' reply, and both of our heads are bent reading it.
"I don't think your ma has hydrangeas," Edward says, hilariously.
Giggling, I shake my head. "They're purple panicles."
"Seriously?"
"I'm not lying. I swear it."
His smile weakens my knees. Well, if I was standing and not sitting, my knees would definitely be weak.
"Lo says, For once I'm with Jess."
"What? She did not say that!"
"I swear it," Edward says, lifting the phone closer to my eyes.
"Wow," I breathe, shocked. "Jess is corrupting us both. Say, I can't suck it right now. My mom's watching."
Edward types it, and I feel his body shaking. That's attractive, too. His whole being is attractive. I want to lick and suck every inch of him. I want to use my hands, too. So, I want to lick, suck and touch every inch of him.
The three dots show up again, and both of our eyes are glued to the phone.
Say you're tired and go to bed, Lauren suggests.
"Lo must be drunk," I say. "She would never encourage me to suck you or fuck you. She's very…" I wave my hand, trying to think of the word, but I can't think of it. "...she's a prude."
"They give good advice," he says.
"Yep," I say, popping the p. "Tell them, I have to let him give me a tat first. Then I can see it. That's the deal. I think he'll let me suck it, too."
Edward shifts, jostling me a bit on his lap, and then types word for word what I told him to say. I grab my glass and drain the rest of my wine, wishing there were waitresses at this party, so I could have another.
"I can't give you a tat if you're drunk."
"What! Why?" I grab his bicep. Wow, that's nice. I stroke his arm, lovingly, and he's smiling and shaking his head.
"You might regret it tomorrow, Bells."
"No. I gave you permission first. I want it," I say, wrapping a hand around his neck, still lovingly stroking his bicep. "That was the deal, Edward. A tat for the happyapa. Don't make me beg you."
My phone dings, and Edward holds the phone up.
Tell him a tat is for life, so you need to suck it, fuck it and then he needs to make you come so hard you see stars.
"Gosh, Jess gives such good advice. Did you hear that?"
"I heard it," he says, and he's laughing again.
"Well?"
"Well what, Bells?"
"You'll give me the tat, won't you?"
He nods and licks those pouty lips.
"I love your lips," I say, thumbing the bottom one. "They're so soft and full and pouty and pretty."
"Pretty, huh?"
Nodding, I pull my hand away. "Tell them, He says okay to all of it."
He types it out and then hands me my phone.
"I'm tired," I say, fake yawning and stretching my arms.
His smile is slow and sexy as sin.
"Goodnight, mom. Goodnight, dad," I yell.
Edward chuckles in my ear and then lifts me from the chair and puts me on shaky legs, but he grabs my hand and leads me toward the house.
I think I'm going to get tat fucked.
It's going to be sweet.