Thirteen: Slow drives
"Kill it," Alice screams at Emmett, "Emmett get it!"
"It's not hurting anyone," he snaps back at her.
"It's hurting my sanity," she shouts, "fucking kill it or I'll kill you."
Emmett carefully slides paper under the intruding spider, balancing it as he stands back up slowly. Alice had found it in the kitchen and right now it's turned to doomsday.
"If you drop that," Rosalie warns through gritted teeth.
"Will you spank me?" He winks at her.
"Pay attention to what you're doing," Alice screams at him.
I sit with my legs thrown across Edward's lap, watching them verbally assault one another from the living area. Jasper looks up from the newspaper he's reading in the armchair across from us.
"Just put it outside, Em," Jasper sighs.
"It'll just come back in," Alice glares at her boyfriend.
"It won't my darling. I'll protect you," he looks back to his paper.
Emmett moves to an open window in the kitchen, leans his hands out and shakes the paper until the spider slips off.
"There," he throws the paper in the trash, "it's gone."
"It could come back," Alice shuts the windows quickly.
"Then I get to save you all over again and not be thanked for it," he remarks sarcastically, before moving to grab a piece of cheese that Rosalie has been cutting up to serve us.
"Hey," she smacks his hand, "fuck off spider man."
"You could be my Mary Jane," he smacks her ass playfully, but a little harder than he probably intended, the sound clapping through the room.
Rosalie glares at him while the rest of us laugh loudly.
"This cheese board is almost ready," she sighs, "if Emmett doesn't get to it first."
"It was prepared by a goddess," Emmett declares, kissing Rosalie's cheek, "my goddess."
"He's working for it," Edward mutters.
Alice moves into the living space holding a wine, flopping down into Jasper's lap effortlessly, blocking his view from his paper. Jasper gives her an unamused look, but it cracks into a smile fairly quickly.
"So Eddie! What's the plan?" She asks.
"Edward," he corrects, "the house is big. Go to another corner of it."
That was an understatement.
The home had a chunky log exterior, thick trees hiding it from the world. It was warm and comforting within, the styling a nod to his mother's incredible design talent. It was spacious but still homey.
It was placed within the Olympic park and felt like something from a fairytale. There was a lake outside where the three siblings grew up swimming and playing water sports. A hot tub upstairs, four massive bedrooms and a kitchen that every chef on earth would kill to cook in. Downstairs there was a den with a pool table and a home theatre.
"Why so you can sneak off with Bells?" Alice fires back.
Edward shoots his sister a mean glare.
"Alice," Jasper warns, stroking her leg lovingly, "stop picking fights with your brothers."
"We can play some board games, watch movies. Snow is forecasted tonight," I interrupt their impressing argument, "do you want to eat out or in?"
A resounding chorus of 'in'.
"I can go get dinner shortly," I offer.
We play monopoly. Emmett cheats and we all call him out for it.
"I wasn't in fucking jail, Alice," Emmett shouts, smacking down the die, "put my thimble back on the station."
"Maybe we should play a different game?" Rosalie suggests.
"No," Alice glares are her, "he does this every single time."
"Emmett cheats at board games. That's his thing," Edward sighs, "yet every time Alice is completely shocked that he cheats."
"I'm not cheating!" Emmett reaches out grabbing for Alice's money.
"Give it back," she gasps, "Jasper fight him for me."
"I'd really rather not," Jasper smiles at her.
"I'm going to go get dinner," I stand, "I'm bankrupt anyway."
"Pizza," Rosalie gasps.
"I'll join you," Edward stands, "I can't listen to them for another minute."
"Take me with you," Rosalie whisper shouts.
"No babe. We're going to play strip monopoly," Emmett wraps his arm around her, "every time you pass GO! You collect $200 and I get a piece of your clothing."
"Take me with you instead," Jasper glances at me.
"We'll be as fast as we can," Edward laughs.
"Drive safe," Alice warns, "that snow is starting to really come down."
He holds my hand and the steering wheel. The snow had already started to become thick, Edward's lights and windscreen wipers keeping us safe.
"What were they like as kids?" I ask.
"Worse," he smiles, "one time he put her Barbie behind Dad's car wheel. Dad didn't realise."
"Oh no," I laugh, "did you ever get involved in the action?"
"I suppose. When they got really on my bad side," he glances over at me quickly before returning his eyes to the road.
"My favourite side," I wink at him.
"Don't be naughty," he pulls my hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of it, "I'll pull this car over."
"Oh no. That would be so awful," I take my hand away from his moving it straight to his lap, "please don't pull over, baby."
With a loud sigh, he turns on his indicator peeling off to a shoulder on the side of the road. He cuts the engine grabs his phone and clicks it into a phone holder on the dash, clicking record.
He reaches down to undo both of our seatbelts before reclining his chair.
"Finally," I giggle, peeling my shirt up my body to reveal my soft pink push-up bra, "I've been waiting."
"Get your ass over here right now," he begins unbuttoning his shirt, eyes glued to me.
I unzip my jeans and shimmy out of them before I climb across the centre console and into his waiting arms. Straddling his lap, I lean into his kiss as soon as it lands.
Desperate hands grip my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Fingers dig in and play with me as I moan into his mouth.
My hands work at his belt and zipper, trying to pull him free.
His lips break free from mine, and I busy myself trailing kisses down his jaw and neck. He unclips my bra to slide the straps down my arms. I flick it to the side.
When I lean in to suck his earlobe he snaps, smacking my ass hard. I squeal, jumping in his lap, leaning back slightly to look at him.
"Get in the back of the car," he commands.
"Or what?" I tease.
He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head tutting loudly.
"Oh you are in trouble baby," he scoffs, "crawl into the back."
This time I do as I'm told. But as I begin to move he stops me halfway. Holding my hands on the back seat, knees on the centre console storage top. My ass is in full view of his camera, he laces one arm around my front to hold me in place, his free hand flies down to my ass.
I squeal, jerking back, gasping loudly.
"You wanna be my little whore, you're going to be punished like one," he growls.
"Yes," I moan out.
Leaning in he kisses, bites me softly, before pulling back out of view again from his phone. So he can land another sharp smack on my flesh. I gasp out, squeezing my eyes shut, the pain a sweet ecstasy.
"Your ass is delicious," he says, rubbing the sting with the palm of his hand.
I sway slightly, my ass teasing him. It earns me another spank.
"Oh god," I gasp out.
"You like that?" He asks.
"More," I moan, "please give me more."
He peels down my panties, so I'm completely exposed, parting my knees ever so slightly in the small space.
"Glorious," he whispers, "your pussy is fucking perfect. you are perfect."
I try to glance back at him, but I snap forward again as a sharp slap lands on my ass yet again. He continues the slow, sexual treatment a few more times before his fingers plunge into my hole. I cry out, arching my back.
"That made you wet baby? Your ass is red and hot, it makes you wet?" His hand thrusts at a slow tantalising pace.
"You make me wet," I moan out.
He pulls his hand out from me, making me whimper. A softer, sweeter smack to my ass. More like a loving pat. This time he's urging me to climb completely through to the back of his car.
He gets out of the car and before he re-enters into the back seat with me, he organises the seats of his Volvo SUV to recline. We have more space now.
"I'm going to enjoy this," he pulls me down on top of him, and my back is visible to his phone, between the front two seats.
"I'm all yours," I whisper, straddling his hips, "your little Swan."
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