BPOV

Edward wakes me with a melody of tender kisses and nips along my neck, shoulders, and spine while he's curled up behind me. Morning light filters in through the ivory drapes, and when my eyes flutter open, they focus momentarily on the dust particles floating in the beam.

The tempo he sets when he pulls my leg over his hip to spread me open and thrusts into me languidly from behind has me wide awake. His hand snakes up to my breasts, tweaking my peaks before grabbing my chin and turning my face just enough to plant a deep kiss on my lips.

"I need—" He grunts as he buries himself inside of me to the hilt. "I want—"

I can only whimper at his words when he abruptly pulls out of me, but the contact isn't lost for long.

He keeps me on my side, straddling one thigh and bringing the other leg to rest, fully extended, against his chest. He enters me quickly, firmly, anchoring us to each other with one hand locked on a breast and one arm wrapped around my leg.

His thrusts are quick and shallow, making me moan and claw at any part of him I can reach. He goes deeper with each pass, and if the beads of sweat that are gathering on his forehead and the look of concentration are any indications, he's going to come soon.

Hard.

I reach down, pinching my clit, watching as he bites his lip.

"Fuck, Bella." He's panting, ragged breaths ripping from his chest. I've never heard him quite like this before, brought to the brink by not just me, but the two of us together. It's turning me on more than I would have thought possible. "I like watching you do that while I fuck you."

"Please," I beg, for what exactly, I have no idea. But he does; he begins to move harder and faster. Both of us moaning and panting, trying to reach a crescendo.

Then I see it. The moment he falls. He whispers my name, emitting a guttural noise that would have startled me at any other time, but I'm too busy having quite possibly the best orgasm of my life.

Several more pumps and he stills, kissing along the calf that he's clutching. He kisses me softly, gently, reverently. "Good morning."

"When we get married, do you plan on waking me up like that every morning?" I ask as Edward pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed.

"I think I might be dying," he answers, and I can't help but laugh. "We just have the big party today, and I have a feeling I won't get much time with you."

I roll onto my side, draping an arm over him and kissing him soundly. "I promise not to ignore you during our engagement party."

He pouts a little. "Can we be late?"

"Absolutely not. But I will take a shower with you and make you breakfast." I start to climb out of bed when he pops up and smacks my ass.

"Sounds like I'm getting lucky again."

After seeing the trainwreck of our best friend's lives, we decided on a long engagement. We've been engaged for six months, with our wedding set for our anniversary in February; we're feeling very comfortable and confident in our choice. Once I've cleaned up from breakfast, I check the time. Edward's parents have a late flight, and they'll be arriving just before the party starts.

Rose and Emmett are on their way over to help with some final setup and details, and Rose has agreed to run point with the catering service for me. It's a small gathering with our closest family and friends, but Edward and I didn't want to have to be in charge of everything ourselves.

The doorbell rings, and I run to answer it. "Dad!" I rush into my father's arms, and he pulls me in for the warmest hug.

"Hey, kiddo." I drag him inside, and we chat while we wait for Edward. Charlie tells me all about his flight from Arizona, and I offer to get him a drink.

As I come back from the kitchen, Edward and Charlie are wrapped up in a manly hug, and I can't help but smile.

The week after Edward proposed, we flew down to Arizona so my two favorite men could meet. From the first minute, it was as if I didn't exist. Charlie and Edward got along so well I wondered if they were faking it for my benefit. The truth is that my dad was excited to have a son, and he had heard me gush about how happy Edward made me that he already liked him.

A few hours later, with the party in full swing, I take a moment to seek out my fiancé. When I find Edward in the back yard, I head over and wrap my arms around him.

"Are you having a good time?" he asks, dropping a kiss to my lips.

I nod. "Your parents and Charlie are making plans without us. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, and Rose is planning to kick everyone out in about an hour."

He nods but doesn't say anything.

"What's wrong?"

"Have you been watching Jasper today?" he asks me, and I scan the crowd in the back yard looking for him.

"Not really. Did something happen?" I look at Edward, worried. We invited Jasper because he's really turned around in the last year. He and Edward have completely reconciled their friendship, and I couldn't be happier for them. Jasper's even going to be the best man.

But I was worried that maybe it would be too much, too soon.

"I think he's been flirting with Siobhan," Edward says quietly and my eyes go wide.

"Really? But she's … OH!"

Edward drops his gaze to me. "What? You have to tell me all your secrets because we're getting married."

I laugh. "She may have mentioned that she's been seeing someone for a few weeks."

"Do you think …"

"I think we should let our friends live their lives. And I think we should get our toasts done so we can get people out of here." I reach around to pinch his ass, and he yelps.

"You're going to be the death of me." He grabs my hand and drags me toward everyone.

"But what a way to go."