- Chapter Number Thirteen -
I manage to sneak Edward cuts of my chicken when no one is looking.
"You look like you're dealing him drugs," Emmett says nudging me.
Well almost no one. Emmett and Rose sat at our table, chatting with other guests seated with us.
"Shush," I say, "or I'll make you allergic to dairy and you'll get no dessert."
"Do it babe," Edward laughs, "his coach would thank you. He never follows the nutrition guide he gets given."
"I go to the gym enough it doesn't ever count," Emmett shrugs.
"Yeah, I have to agree with that one," I laugh, "Emmett's could have 99 problems but a calorie wouldn't be one."
Once dinner is said and done, the happy couple give a speech of thanks and have their first dance. Edward leans in close to me as I watch, mouth by my ear.
"One day that could be us," he whispers, "I bet you'd make a stunning bride."
Turning my head I looked at him shocked he'd even say that. That his mind has visited the thought. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it all day but I wouldn't dare say it out loud. I feared scaring him away too much.
"You really think that?" I ask.
"You don't want it one day?" He asks.
"Eventually," I smile at him, "but you think it would be us?"
"Who knows," he shrugs, "anything could happen."
The dance finishes and the dancefloor opens up. Couples joining my mother, dancing to Bruno Mars. Rosalie jumps up, taking Emmett's hand, racing toward the crowd to join in.
"Want to join them?" Edward asks.
"I'm happy sitting here chatting with you," I shake my head, "it's been such a long day."
"I've been unable to stop looking at you," he shuffles his chair closer, leaning into me so when he speaks I'm the only one who can hear, "that dress on you is just sensational. It makes my mouth water. Actually it makes me want to put my hands all over you."
"Oh really?" I tilt my head.
Leaning in he presses a soft kiss to my lips. It's a promise for what's to come. It makes me fidget ever so slightly, my thighs clenching together beneath my dress.
"Later," he purrs against my lips.
"Bella," a voice pulls me away from him.
Snapping my head around I see Rosalie's mother standing over us, nervously holding her hands in front of her.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to come say hello to you and meet your new boyfriend," Sally holds her hand out, "I'm Sally. Rosalie's mother."
Edward politely stands to take it, shaking her hand like the perfect businessman he is. Always on and happy to chat.
"It's lovely to meet you," he smiles warmly, "I'm Edward. Bella's boyfriend."
"You're very lucky to have her," Sally smiles at me.
I decide to stand too, moving into Edward's side as he comfortably wraps an arm around me.
"I am," he agrees, "she's a real catch."
"So is that brother of yours," she motions over to Rosalie and Emmett, dancing with one another, laughing along with the beat.
"Oh he scrubs up," Edward jokes, "I know he's very taken by Rosalie. They make quite the couple. He told my mother about her and she's been hounding him since for a chance to meet her."
Had his mother heard about me? I couldn't help but wonder.
"They do make a sweet couple," she nods, "even her father has come round. He is a massive fan of the Cowboys. He's originally a Texas boy."
"Rosalie mentioned he'd messed it up for your team," Edward says, "next time perhaps he won't be so lucky."
"I don't know about that. Your brother has a long career ahead of him. He's good," she compliments.
"Don't let his ego hear you say that," Edward smiles, "but it makes me proud to hear you speak about him that way. He's worked very hard for his success."
"Oh you're a good brother. It was beautiful meeting you," Sally says, "I'll leave you both to it."
Once Sally leaves us, I turn to place my hand on Edward's chest. He'd removed his tux jacket, but the cotton of his dress shirt felt just as expensive.
"I love hearing you talk about your family," I say, "you're so proud. It's very attractive."
"Nothing compared to how I speak about you when you're not around," he says, "let's go dance. I want an excuse to put my hands all over you."
"You don't need one," I flirt, "you're my boyfriend to everyone here. It's normal for a boyfriend to cop a feel."
Rubbing my hand down my back, he finds my ass as I was hoping.
"You're right," he leans down, voice turning dark, lust dripping from each word, "your ass is mine. Now get it onto the dance floor before I bend you over to spank it here in front of everyone. Over my knee."
Prior to our night on the beach I'd blush. But learning more about this side of Edward was my little goal, stepping into him I reach up and press a kiss on his jaw. I place a few targeted open mouth kisses before I can lean up to whisper in his ear.
"Is that a promise?" my skin prickles with desire, "why would I want to dance if you could be spanking me instead?"
"If you keep doing that it won't just be a spanking," he pulls me tight against his body, "let's go and dance."
Letting him take the lead, I laugh as we spin and move to the music. We trade kisses every so often, his hands drift up and down my waist. Rosalie and I share a dance, jumping up and down as we sing out loudly to Taylor Swift.
All of it an intoxicating kind of joy. The stuff a lifetime of happiness can be built upon.
When the music slows he pulls me tight against him and we sway. My head in his chest, we move side to side in our own world.
"Who taught you to dance?" I ask.
"My mother made both my brother and I have classes one summer. She wanted to help out our future wives," he laughs, "Emmett actually loved it way more than I did."
"I guess football players are pretty graceful," I tilt my head back and look up at him.
"Have you had a beautiful day?" He looks into my eyes.
"Yeah I have," I nod, "thank you for being here for it. If this is where we start then I can't wait to see where we get to go next."
"We're peeling back the fake," he leans down to kiss my forehead.
Once the party dies down, the four of us decide to turn in. My mother had a sparkler send off (Pinterest fanatic) leaving us to head back to our room.
Rosalie sits with her feet in Emmett's lap on the couch. I lean on the edge of the couch, my arm wrapped around Edward's shoulders casually.
"Tonight was so fun," Emmett says, "your dad getting married anytime soon Bella?"
"Perhaps we can find him a nice girl and arrange it," Rosalie laughs.
"We should just go on a vacation," Edward rolls his eyes, "Alice and Jazz could come too then. Rather than resort to arranged marriages."
"I like that idea," I smile, "my poor father won't have to suffer at our hands just so we get a good time."
"Will you two be fake together for the holiday?" Emmett motions to us.
"Yep," I smile, "I think we'll be fake together for a bit. Until we decide to be real together."
"You two should just get over it and fuck honestly," Rosalie groans out, "it worked for us."
Emmett laughs loudly, throwing back his head in an enthusiastic fit. Rosalie smiles at him, clearly pleased she made him laugh.
"They suck," I mutter.
"I'm going to bed," Rosalie stands glancing down at Emmett, "come join me?"
"Done," Emmett stands, taking her hand, "goodnight guys."
"Night," Edward and I both say at the same time.
I straighten and yawn loudly. As they close their bedroom door Edward stands off the lounge to look back at me.
"Tired?" He asks.
"A little," I say, turning toward the bedroom.
He tails me into the room, beginning to take his tie off. I move into the bathroom trying to ignore the little spark of excitement as he follows after me.
"A few more days left. What should we get up to?" He asks.
"Lounge around the pool," I offer.
"How about another real date," he says, "a full day date. Tomorrow?"
"Okay," I nod, removing my earrings, looking at him through the mirror, "I'd love that."
"Great," he leans against the doorframe, running a hand through his hair watching me.
"What do you have planned?" I try.
"As if I'd tell you," he smirks, "but you should wear a bikini beneath your clothes."
"That gives away nothing," I turn my back against the sink and press my back to it, staring at him.
"That's how I want it to be, baby," he coos, pushing off the door and moving closer to me.
His arms border me against the bench, his hands low on my hips.
"I know I've said it a million times, but you looked beautiful today," he says, "simply exquisite."
"You looked pretty good too," I rub my hands down his biceps, "I kept checking you out all day."
"I know. I saw," he grins, "but I'm okay with it cause I checked you out way more."
One of his hands comes up to cup my chin, a thumb brushing over my mouth. Tugging free my lower lip I was subconsciously biting.
"What did I say about that?"His eyebrow arches, an evil smirk stretching over his face.
Something switches inside him. His gaze a challenge. I swear he hears me swallow. Gulp.
"What was it I said tonight too? That your ass is mine?" He tilts his head.
His movements are fast. Barely a breath slips free as he spins me and pushes my hips into the counter, bending me slightly at the waist. My hands braced before me on the counter, chest hovering over the sink.
"I'm learning so much," he stands behind me, pulling my ass back into his pelvis, "that you are not the girl I thought you might be. You let me finger you on the beach for anyone to walk past and see. You let me talk dirty to you in a room full of people, including your mother. Very unexpected, my Isabella."
Balling my hands in fists, he begins to scrunch my dress up my legs, inch by inch. Bunching it at my waist as it lifts. It's painfully fucking slow.
"Teasing me. Thinking you could call my bluff about spanking this ass. In that room your fake boyfriend owned your ass. In every other room those people are not in, I own it. Me. Every part of that vow is real," his eyes are molten.
"It's yours," I exhale.
My dress is up around my hips, hanging beneath me. Gathered on the edge of the counter, held in place by my stomach. My legs and backside exposed to him.
"Bella," his hand rubs up the skin on my thigh, over my ass cheek, "I need you to know what you do to me. How at your mercy I am."
Is he going to spank me for real? The idea excited me. I don't know why. Dark bedroom Edward was hot. I wanted him to do whatever he liked to me, because I was interested to see what I'd been missing. How dirty does my enjoyment go?
"You are my every desire. Since I saw you in the fucking costume," he grinds out through his teeth, "those legs, the way it hugged your ass. God it made me crazy. Ever since, just your smile has me hardening."
"Spank me," I spit out suddenly.
His eyes snap to mine. Looking for reassurance and proof I just said that.
"You said you'd bend me over your knee," I lean lower onto the counter, spreading my legs slightly more.
"Fuck," he squeezes my ass, "you are sure?"
"Yes," I nod.
He shakes his head, gripping my panties, tugging them down my legs. I kick them off watching him through the mirror. My request has sent him to the absolute edge of sexual want. The fact that expression is for me makes me feel as if I'd climbed Everest.
"No," he stands back up.
"Huh?" I begin.
He pulls me straight up, forcefully ripping my dress up and over my head. The boning dress didn't take all too well a bra. So I'd gone without - meaning I now stood before him completely naked With my back against his chest, he has to take it all in through the mirror.
"No," he steps back an inch, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt, eyes feasting on me, "god Bella. Your body is perfect."
Why won't he… is he rejecting me?
I glance at him over my shoulder, confused. I wish I didn't, because that perfect chest is on display to me. My eyes take him in as he throws his shirt to the floor.
"There's a few things you should know about me," he steps forward once again, pulling me against his body with an arm around my waist, "one, I don't plan to stop tonight until you have come several times."
Oh shit.
His free hand works on his belt as he holds me to his chest, my body on complete fire. Those lust filled eyes glued to my reflection.
"Two, you dare tell me when to spank you again there will be trouble. That decision is mine and mine alone," he growls into my ear, the belt discarded to the floor beside us, "do you get that?"
"Yes," I whimper, closing my eyes trying my best to feel more of him against me.
"Three, you dare fucking refer to me as your fake boyfriend ever again I will not only take you over my knee," he slips his hand down my back, "I will tie you up and have you screaming until you forget that word even exists."
His hand is between my legs. I know he wants an answer. Something submissive. I'm enjoying every minute of his control. I think I can muster a nod, but then his finger slips into me from behind.
Gasping out I lean my head back against his shoulder, eyes shutting.
"I'm not your fake boyfriend anymore," he says, "consider us fake broken up. We can say it was fake amicable. This is real. We've passed that barrier. I don't care what you want to call it but I'm yours."
His mouth lays kisses on the side of my face as his fingers slowly work, pushing at a ridiculously lousy pace inside me. My breathing laboured as the hand on my stomach holding me to him slips up my body, cupping one of my breasts.
"I only fuck with you. I have only time for you. I'm calling you my very real girlfriend to anyone who asks," he says against my skin, "do you get that?"
"Yes," I moan out, squeezing shut my eyes, trying my best to thrust back into his hand.
"Will you call me your fake boyfriend again?" He asks.
Opening my eyes, I tilt my head to look up at him. He waits.
"Answer me," he squeezes my nipple between two fingers.
I buck back against his hand.
"Real," I gasp out through a long moan, "you're my real boyfriend."
He smirks at me and pulls away from me. Completely removing his hands from my body.
An evil chuckle as he playfully smacks my ass before leaving me a quivering mess, waltzing back toward the bedroom.
"I'm glad you've finally come to your senses," he says over his shoulders, "my beautiful girlfriend."
I wish I was strong enough to play along with his hard to get shit. Beat him at his game.
But I'm not. So I race after him, jumping into his ready arms. Mouth crashing down onto his, begging for him to do his absolute worst.
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