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Chapter Eight
Edward's head lifts at my mom's gasp, and I nearly expire on the spot. His eyes meet mine, and I drool all over myself. Down my chin. Down my thighs. For the love of God, I hope the scrap of lace can contain it. I'm trying to feel humiliated, I really am, but I'm preoccupied giving him lust-filled eyes. God, the way his messy hair falls down his forehead, it's unbelievably sexy. He's definitely trying to entice me in front of my mom.
At the sound of his zipper going up, I shudder and let my eyes drop, watching those big hands do what I wish I could do with my teeth. Except there's no way I'd be going up.
When those jeans are buttoned - sadly - I slowly lift my head and can't help the smile stretching across my face when his lips lift into a dirty smirk. He winks. I die. Then he's walking toward the bathroom, and I want to get on my knees and beg him to come back. Really, I want to follow him and shove him in the shower and see just how fuckable he is soaking wet, his shirt sticking to his chest, those jeans plastered to every hard inch of him.
Good Lord!
The bathroom door clicks shut, and I'm left alone with my mom. Did she see it? The very thought of her possibly catching sight of Edward's dick is enough to make me snort a giggle. Jess is going to flip her shit.
"You humiliated me today," she says, and I get control of myself and turn to face her. But, seriously, is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life? "And Benjamin - what his parents must think."
I feel too bare to have this conversation. Literally. There's no going back now, though. If I try to cover up, I'll look weak. As much as I'd rather not be standing here quivering and completely turned on in front of the woman who supposedly gave me life, I refuse to cave. "I don't think I care what his parents think. How could you think I'd want to marry him?" Shaking my head, I stare at her with wide eyes. "It's absolutely ridiculous!"
"You loved him once," she says, hopeful and completey - I'm sorry to say it - stupid.
"No, I didn't!" I think it comes out calm and mature, but the look on her face tells me I may have shrieked it. "He's always been an arrogant asshole. That was the worst year of my life. The worst!"
"You're so much better than this," she says, emphasizing this with a flick of her wrist and her eyes going beyond me. I know what she means, and she's as clueless as Benjamin. "I'll never understand why you insist on going against everything I've ever wanted for you. Benjamin will make you happy."
"Mom, seriously, he won't. I'd rather slit my own throat than be associated with him. I'm happy with Edward."
"Don't be dense, Isabella," she snaps, completely losing her cool. "That boy can't possibly make you happy. Is that the life you want to live - tattoos and God knows what else!"
"Actually, yes," I fire back. God, I knew she was judgmental and uppity, but this is just beyond anything I've ever heard in my life.
"Put some clothes on and come downstairs. I can't talk to you…" she throws a hand out to me in disgust. "...when you look like a slut. Why can't you be more like Rosalie?"
"You mean the exact replica of you? No thank you!"
She turns away, but not before I see the sheen of tears in her eyes. So fake! I want to grab one of my heels and launch it at the back of her head, knocking her over so hard she tumbles down the stairs.
How could I have possibly come out of her? No, really, I'd like to know how my awesome dad made such an awesome daughter with the likes of her. It makes zero sense to me.
I slam the door and lock it for good measure. Using all of my strength, I push and shove until the dresser is blocking the door.
Am I going overboard? Sure.
Do I care? No!
Huffing and puffing, I turn to see Edward standing in the doorway watching me looking hotter than the freaking sun. "My mom wants me to get dressed and go downstairs," I say, breathless and a little sweaty.
"Bells," he says, eyes on me, and it burns every part of me. "That shit's fucked."
Nodding my head, I say, "I know. I want to leave."
His head tilts, and those lips lift into the sexiest smile I've seen yet. "You blocked our way out."
I blink slowly, not following until he chuckles and nods to the dresser I shoved in front of the door. "Oh, yeah."
"We going through the window?"
Giggling, I step toward him and wrap my arms around his waist, tip-toeing and kissing the hinge of his jaw. "We could stay locked in here. I could finish what I started."
His grin is slow and wicked. "Let's do it."
"Do it, do it?" I ask, breathlessly, my fingers and toes crossed.
"You wanna do it, Bells?" He asks through a chuckle.
Smiling, I say, "If you mean the fuck it part of the deal then yes."
His arms tighten around my waist, and he kisses me, sweet and so dang spine tingly fantastic I can barely stand on my own. "Right here? Where your ma can hear?" He asks, nibbling on my lip, driving me completely crazy.
As much as I'd love for him to bend me over and rail me - God, I really do sound like Jess - I shake my head. "Maybe we should find somewhere with less distractions."
"Good plan," he says.
Reluctantly, I let him go and slip on my beautiful skirt before pulling on my amazing shirt. "She's actually nuts. I'm sorry I even thought to bring you here. She's always been - well, like that, but this is just ridiculous." Slipping on my heels and straightening my shirt, I decide to just rant and rage. That woman just angers me. "She wants me to marry Benjamin for the money." Reaching back with both hands, I pull my skirt together, trying to zip it. "I have my own money. I don't need any man's money. How pathetic…" I jump when Edward's big hands land on my waist from behind, one slowly pulling the zip of my skirt up. Good God. His hands slide down my ass - good Lord - before moving up, his colorful arms wrapping around my waist.
Those pouty lips press a kiss to my cheek, and I melt into him. "You wanna go, let's go."
"She doesn't even like my clothes," I say, pointlessly.
Literally, there's no point.
I feel his smile on my cheek before he speaks again. "I don't get that either, Bells. You're clothes are fucking hot."
"Thank you," I say, throwing my hands up. "She must be blind."
…
Edward's holding my hand as we drive back into Forks, and when he turns down main street, I'm wholly confused. I want to demand he take me to his place, so we can finish what we started.
But, he's not my boyfriend, and I can't tell him what to do. Maybe he's decided he doesn't want me anymore.
When he stops in front of Twilight Lashes, I look up at the dark, beautiful building I call mine, wishing this weekend never had to end. Is this all I get? Sweet kisses, beautiful touches, and just a taste of his dick in my mouth.
Jess is going to be livid.
Edward squeezes my hand, and I turn and smile at him. He grins back, and then I say screw it, because I want him so bad, it hurts. "The weekend's not quite over yet," I say, unbuckling my seatbelt, watching as he does the same. "Aren't we going to do it, Edward?"
He reaches over and drags me across the console, making me cry out and lose a shoe on the way over, but who cares. Then it's on, like really on, because his lips are on mine, and his hands are pulling at my shirt until he's ripping it over my head. It's dark out, and it's a little scandalous, a little bit of public indecency, but it's late and no one's watching, so I shimmy out of my pants until I'm sitting on his lap in nothing but my panties.
Ohmigod, I'm going to do it with Edward.
"You good, Bells?" He asks, tweaking one of my nipples, making me gasp and arch against the steering wheel like a playgirl or something.
"So good," I breathe, reaching down and lifting the hem of his shirt until he lifts his hands and pulls it over his head, knocking his hat off, letting me see all of that sexy, messy hair. "God, you're so hot."
He smiles and grips the back of my neck, pulling me flush against him, his breath fanning across my lips as we stare at each other. I want to say it's soul changing, but then he's kissing me - God, it's good - and I'm thinking of nothing but the way his mouth feels against mine and how much I want to feel other things against me, inside me.
He reads my mind, sliding his hand beneath lace, and slipping a big finger inside me. "God, I want you so bad," I say, shifting my hips, taking his finger deeper.
"You can have me, Bells," He says, adding another finger, pushing against my cheek with his nose until I turn my head, so he can suck at my neck. "Undo my pants."
My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head when he says that. Combined with his fingers inside me, and his pouty lips on my neck, I'm going to literally die right here, right now.
"Okay," I rasp, and he lifts his head and smiles. I get to work on his pants, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down, wasting not one second as I reach inside and wrap my hand around him. He grunts, and I kiss him, stroking him up and down as he slides in and out. "Are you going to fuck me?" I ask, delirious and soaking wet.
He kisses me harder, his tongue sweeping across my mouth, stealing the breath right out of my lungs, and I would let him take all of my breaths if he wanted them. He's making me insane. He's taking this fake boyfriend thing too far. Or is it me? It doesn't feel fake. It feels like too much but not nearly enough.
"Can I, Bells?" He asks, the tattooed gentleman, and I nod over and over and over, wanting him to fuck me so bad, I don't care that it's in the front seat of his hot car. Who needs a bed anyway?
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he lifts me, using his other hand to pull his jeans down his thighs. It's dark, but when I look down I can see the glint of that piercing winking at me, and my mouth waters. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
I don't know where he got it, and I don't really care because when he rolls that condom on and nudges my opening, I lose my mind. "Edward," I gasp when he slides inside. "Ohmigod…"
Those pouty lips tip up into the dirtiest smirk before they take mine in another hot kiss. His big hands grip my hips, sliding me back and forth, up and down, all around as he destroys me. "You good, Bells?" He asks onto my mouth, and I nod, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Don't stop," I say, moving my mouth to kiss his cheek, pulling his hair, making him grunt.
He moves one of his hands, slides it across my hip until he's slipping it between us and rubbing delicious circles across my clit. I want to feel my orgasm shatter through me, but I also don't want this to end, but he gives me no choice when he bites my jaw and presses down with those fingers. I gasp, and shift my hips faster as I come around him.
He grips me with both hands again, holding me still as he pounds into me from his spot beneath me, biting at my chest as he explodes inside me. "Fuck," he rasps, slowing his movements, staying deep inside me.
Eventually, he lifts his head, his cheeks rosy and his lips looking luscious as he smiles at me.
"You're so pretty," I breathe, falling forward until my forehead hits his chest.
Running his fingers through my hair, he asks. "You wanna come home with me, Bells?"
"Like you even have to ask," I mumble into his chest, making him chuckle.
I could do this all night long.
Forever, really.
But that's a long time to fake a boyfriend.