IX
Two seconds. It takes all but two seconds of me stepping into the hotel room before he launches at me. Pushing me hard into the wall, lips crashing to mine.
Our tongues twist and turn against each other's. The kiss depending and demanding more with each second passing.
His hands drop to my thighs lifting me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I gasp into his mouth as he pushes me firmly back into the wall. Holding me in place, so I'm at complete will to his greedy touch.
He'd arrived about an hour before me. Checking in and texting me the room number. We'd travelled separately for obvious reasons. No one knew we were together. It was our own little world of sin and we were loving each moment of it.
"Hello to you too," I giggle as his mouth moves to my neck, hungered kisses.
"I missed you," his voice is dark velvet.
"Really? I couldn't tell," I tease sarcastically.
"Was the drive okay? If we came together I would have pulled over constantly to fuck you" He continues to savour my skin.
He was extra dirty today. His hands and words promising me a really warm welcome.
"Should we go for a drive right now?" I gasp out.
My eyes flutter shut as he tugs up the hem of my shirt tucked into my jeans. A hand immediately beginning work on the buttons.
"Nope," he growls out.
"Oh, so we're going to do this right away?" I help him shove off my shirt once the last button is undone.
"Yep," he unhooked my bra, "I need it."
So I give it to him. We don't even make it to the bed. He's somehow gotten both of our clothes off and pushes inside of me within a few quick blinks.
Each thrust is deep and sharp. Like he has a personal vendetta against my pussy. I moan out his name as he sets a pace that is calculating and quick. Pounding me back into the wall with harsh, rough grunts.
"That's it," he kisses my face, "you're so fucking tight. I've needed this baby."
He puts me down, turning me until I'm pressed up against the wall. My chest tight against the cream coloured plaster. Whatever frustration he's trying to get out pounds into me. Hands occasionally coming down to spank my ass as it bounces against his pace.
Our skin slaps, echoing into the room I have yet to fully view. My hands press tight against the wall, holding on for dear life.
"Don't stop," I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut.
He's hitting the right angle each time he pushes in.
"You going to come baby?" he moves a hand down to my clit.
In a rough, unfriendly manner he rubs my sensitive bud. Causing me to cry out.
"Come for me," he commands, "I want you to show me how good I make you feel."
"Oh Edward," I grip his forearm as his hand picks up it's speed.
Crying out I climax. Coming so hard around him my legs almost give out. But he has me. He holds me against him. My clenching around him causes him to growl, also finishing with jolts of pleasure.
I expect him to let me go me he doesn't. Lifting me up and holding me against him he walks us to the bed, dropping down beside me. We cuddle close together on top of the sheets, kissing one another slowly and sweetly. We gaze into one another's eyes, happy to forget the world beyond this room.
"Thanks," his huffs out finally, "I really needed to let out some frustration."
"I think we should make you frustrated more often," I stroke his bicep with my nail, "because that was incredibly hot."
"Oh you liked that?" He smirks.
"You couldn't tell from the moaning? I thought I made it pretty clear you drive me wild," I laugh.
"You drive me wild too," he kisses my forehead.
"What has made you so frustrated?" I ask.
"I'm not anymore," he corrects, "In fact I most definitely am not now. But Tanya was being difficult before I left this morning. Refusing to let me leave without a huge fight. She didn't want to take the kids so I had to drop them to my parents on the way here. It was just an added stress."
"Oh I'm sorry," I move my hand up to his face, "why couldn't she watch them for the weekend?"
"Spa weekend," he rolls his eyes.
"Which totally outweighs your work," I scoff, "I understand why you're stressed."
"I'm not now," he rubs a hand down my back, pulling me in closer to his body.
"Not even a little? Because it's okay if you are," I place my hand on his stomach.
"I'm fine," he shakes his head.
Jesus. Am I not being suggestive enough?
Rolling my eyes I push him back and climb on top of him, straddling him.
"You seem stressed," I say, emphasis on the 'stressed' with a roll of my hips into his pelvis, "I'm trying to be suggestive."
"Oh," he laughs out, taking me by the hips, "then yes. I'm so incredibly stressed out."
"You really made me spell that out," I lean forward, pressing my lips to his.
"If you want me to fuck you, you just need to say that," he slides his hands down to my ass, squeezing my cheeks, "don't even need manners."
"Fuck me," I smirk, "pretty please."
The sound is animalistic as he tosses me back into the bed, lining us up once more to chase me toward yet another crescendo of pleasure.
"You look sensational," he pours me more wine.
"Thanks," I look down at myself.
I'd chosen my best dress for dinner. Packed it before Jacob could see. I'd worn it before for my husband who hadn't thought to compliment it. To even look at it.
It was a deep blue halter neck dress that flows around my knees when I walk. The black heels and my hair up in a ponytail of curls made me feel pretty. Perhaps even worthy of Edward's attention.
"I can't believe we're actually here," I sip my wine, "It's nice to not have you hidden away."
"Hiding me away does lead to fun activities," he smirks.
The future of this always lingered in the air. It was the elephant in every room. We both had wordlessly agreed to ignore it for some reason. Never mentioning when this could come to an almost inevitable end.
"I don't know what you mean," I joke.
"I'll show you later when you hide me again," he winks.
"Can't wait," I lean forward, crossing my arms on the table.
We'd already eaten. It was clear he was in no rush to race back to the hotel though. We were enjoying the falsehood of this whole thing. Pretending this is something we could do when we wanted. Have a meal together, laugh together and flirt before the prying eyes of strangers.
"How early do you need to be at the hospital tomorrow?" I ask.
"Quite," he says, "about 9am. But I won't be back very late. We could have another meal out. Perhaps go see a movie together if you'd like?"
"You just want to make out in the dark," I lean back into my chair.
"Yep," his grin sparks a warmth in my lower stomach, "how'd you know?"
"You always want to make out," I shrug.
"Complaining?" He picks up my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles.
"Yeah. Because I'm not being made out with at this current moment and you always want to make out," I'm unable to keep a fake serious expression on my face, instead turning to giggles as he watches me amused.
"Let's go back to the room," he pulls his wallet out, throwing cash down onto the table.
"I can pay for mine," I began to open my purse.
He stops me, yanking me up from my chair.
"Not enough time," he holds my coat out for me to slip my arms into.
"For what?" I'm confused.
"I need you right now," he puts his arms around me, quickly leaning down for a kiss.
It's quick, but it still manages to take my breath away momentarily. Like always.
Just as I regain composure, I hear my name. Breathing becomes even more difficult.
"Isabella Swan," the voice snaps.
My eyes widen as I twist out of his arms.
Beautiful and blonde. She stands in a red dress, arms crossed in fury. Her toe taps as if she's waiting for an explanation she'll begin to interrupt.
The shame I've been waiting for. The shame that comes with cheating so callously hits me like a sledgehammer.
"Rose," I let his hand go and cross my arms, trying to shield myself.
"Want to explain to me why you are kissing a man who is not your husband? A man who is my ex boyfriend's brother," She glares at Edward.
I glance back at Edward hoping he'll jump in here. But he looks just as frozen as me. Like a deer caught in headlights.
So I do what I think is best. What I've always done when it comes to my best friend. I'm honest.
"We didn't mean to hurt anyone," I say, "it just happened."
"What happened? Have you been sleeping together?" Rosalie looks at me.
Perhaps a lie is better after all. As I begin to shake my head to say no, Edward clears his throat.
"Yes," he answers.
Thanks for reading x
Sorry for the delay - I'm currently on my honeymoon x