Fourteen: Suspicion
"Look who decided to show up," Emmett booms as we step through the door.
My dead ducked, Edward flipping him off. We hadn't gotten much further than the spanking (holy shit my bottom still hurt slightly and I loved it). We didn't get much further because Jasper called to say the road we were going to use was blocked up ahead of us. So we had to turn around.
"We stopped for groceries instead. Thought we could cook," Edward says.
I hold up the bag of groceries as he motions to them. There was a basic little general store a little closer that did the job.
"We can cook," Alice walks toward me, taking the bag from my hands, "what did you buy?"
"Just stuff for our own pizzas," I say, "meats, cheeses, tomato paste."
"Oh that's actually really cute," Rose inspects the items as Alice unpacks them onto the kitchen counter.
Emmett is still assessing us carefully. Can he smell it on us?
He glances at us throughout dinner, as Edward and I sit beside each other. We're not doing anything too condemning in my opinion. But he's looking at us waiting to catch us out.
For those of you playing along at home, I'll remind you that the only two people in this house that know about Edward and I are the girls. They were still a little unsure as to how far we'd gotten. They'd refused to pay to watch my private content. They just knew Edward had agreed to help. They weren't sure to what capacity. We hadn't got as far yet to tell the boys at all. They were entirely in the dark. I also worried they'd not be as understanding about the OnlyFans thing considering boys think with their downstairs brain.
"So Rose and I will take the master," Emmett stands stretching his arms after the movie, "Alice and Jazz the other room. Then Bells and Edward can have the last two bedrooms."
"Sure," Alice nods starting to tidy the room.
"If that's okay with you two?" Emmett motions between us.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Edward asks.
"No, I just wanted to make sure you'd be okay by yourselves. Separated and stuff," He smirks at his brother, "it must be hard to have everyone here coupled up and you're both alone."
"It's fine," I shrug, "we're okay with it every other time."
Emmett glances at me and that's when I know he knows. He 100% knows.
He could probably actually smell it on us.
When I cuddle into the guest room's spare bed I text Edward. It's late. Well after 1am and I have no idea if he's even awake. But I can't sleep so I need to try.
"Your brother knows about us." - B
"Impossible - E"
"Is it? I'm positive Rose wouldn't have said anything to him." - B"
"Perhaps he found your account? - E"
I bite my lip and squeeze my eyes shut. Laying back into my pillows I pray that isn't the case.
A knock on my door causes me to sit up ever so slightly.
"Come in," I say after clearing my throat.
"It's me," Edward slips in.
He's wearing grey sweat pants that hang loose on his waist, no shirt. Looking incredibly delicious. Making my mind flicker back to the car. The stolen moment.
"I knew you'd be freaking out about that last text," he shuts the door, and locks it, before he heads toward me.
I peel back the sheets snuggling into him the second he lays down. His arms wrap around me, pulling me against him. I feel kisses pepper across my shoulder.
"I'm not freaking," I turn to face him, "How do you think he would know?"
"Emmett is extremely perceptive. No one gives him enough credit," he brushes hair from my face.
"Because he says dumb things almost every five minutes without fail," I say.
The easy, light laughter he shares with me warms my heart.
"What are you planning to do after graduation, Bells?" he changes the subject, his voice is so soothing.
"Who knows," I shrug, "I wish I had it more figured out."
"Don't we all," he smirks.
"Well, you'll obviously ship off to law school," I say, "will you miss me?"
He's eventually going to have to leave. Harvard isn't close by to Seattle after all. It's a thought that hadn't troubled me until now. When I viewed him as a friend I didn't fear how empty I'd feel when he leaves me.
"Of course," he moves to place a handful of sweet kisses down my neck, "you'll have to send me videos to keep me from going crazy."
"You think we'll still be doing that kind of thing by then?" I ask.
"Why wouldn't we?" he frowns slightly.
"You wanted it to be short term didn't you?" I ask.
"You have another man waiting in line behind me?" He jokes.
"None at all," I sit up, pushing him until he is laying on his back.
When he's laying down I climb up and on top of him, straddling him. He looks up at me intrigued by my every move.
"I could come to visit you," I offer.
"I'd love that," he reaches up to cup my cheek.
His touch is gentle. When he pulls me down toward him to catch my lips his movements are careful. Our kiss starts slow and sensual. We take our time, making out, enjoying the warmth of one another.
But the moment his hands reach up to squeeze my breasts, it deepens. A switch flicks. Our tongues dance and my hips softly grind down against his hardness.
Pulling back his hands slip to the hem of my shirt, breaking our kiss only to pull it over my head. He returns to me tugging his pants down slightly, pulling himself free. Lost in the moment we are frantically trying to get our fill of one another.
"Are we going to actually do this?" I pull away smiling excitedly.
"You're adorable, my Swan" he chuckles.
HIS SWAN. *Squeals*
As I lean over him, he leans up, kissing and sucking my hardened nipples into his mouth. I'm moaning out as he enjoys the feel of my skin in his mouth.The sensitivity sparks flutters in my vagina.
"Shush baby," he whispers with a smile, "don't prove Emmett right."
"I'm sorry but I just love your mouth," I whisper, "it's my third favourite thing about you. Well, it's equal third with your eyes."
"What's the first two?" He asks.
"Two is your huge, massive, hard cock," I grin, grinding down against him.
He chokes out a grunt, hands moving to my hips. His smile is warming me through and through. It's lustful but also playful.
"The first you're going to need to wait and find out," I shrug, "it's a secret."
"I can try fuck it out of you?" He lifts his hips slightly, his tip rubbing against my entrance.
I whimper, desperate for him to slip in.
"Give it a try," I shrug with one shoulder.
"My condoms are in my room," He whispers, "I'll have to go get them."
"I'm clean and protected," I shake my head.
"Me too," he reaches between us, lining us up, "ride me, baby. Take charge."
He's handing me the reigns. Despite how forceful and rough he can be, he's also this too. For our first moment since the bathroom ordeal, he's letting me take complete control.
Taking his hands in mine, I sink slowly down on him. We moan out collectively, completely forgetting to be silent.
"I forgot how good that felt," he grins up at me, "you're perfectly tight baby."
As I take each inch I squeeze his hands tighter. Now when I say he is big, you're probably still underestimating it. He is filling me completely whole. When I'm fully sat it actually hurts a little. I need to take a minute to adjust. He was as man as man could be.
"That's so hot," his eyes latched to where we are joined, "last time we did this I was so drunk I couldn't appreciate it properly."
"Now you can," I grind my hips, earning me a strangled groan.
"Don't do that," he lets out a breathy laugh.
"But it feels so good," I whisper, rolling my hips again, biting my lip from the sensation.
"I will come in seconds," he slaps my ass playfully, "I want to enjoy you riding me. Bounce baby. I want to watch your tits bounce."
He grips my hips, moving me with encouragement. I sit up, putting a hand on his driver seat head rest, positioning my body to start riding him.
Sliding up and down his length, I try to think straight enough to set a pace.
"Yes baby," he encourages.
I look down at him, eyes meeting his intense gaze, sitting down on him over and over. He hits the perfect spot, the perfect angle, letting me guide our pleasure.
"You're doing so good baby," he moves a hand between us, lightly massaging my clit as I move.
He begins to thrust up into me, meeting me. Which pushes him deeper into me.
"Oh fuck," I throw my head back, growling out, "you're so deep."
"Does it feels good?" He asks.
"Amazing," I huff laying forward, hands either side of his head, "I never want it to stop."
My chest brushes against his. Skin against skin. Leaning down onto my forearms, I melt into him as he wraps his arms around my waist.
He takes back control thrust by thrust until he is pushing in and out faster than the rhythm I had set. He uses his powerful legs to push up into my.
Muffling my moans he covers my mouth with his own, kissing me stupid. His hands rub the skin across my lower back, squeeze my hind as he slows.
He puts me on my stomach, smacking my ass playfully, before climbing atop of me. Arching my body up slightly he pushes into me, straddling my legs as he lays down on my back to thrust.
He grunts out with each thrust, gripping my hip for leverage. Our skin slaps together as he makes each thrust deeper. The claps of our skin are quiet but each one echoes within me. He moves slow and hard inside of me. Rough and intense to make each thrust count. Each one sparks a long string of moans as I try to handle the pleasure.
"You have to be quiet," he whispers into my ear, while a hand moves around to my mouth.
Immediately I groan into his hand, eyes falling shut, bucking my ass up into his pelvis.
He is so deep I almost need him to stop. But I can't bring myself to ask him to. I'm gasping through the pleasure against his palm with each movement he makes.
"Come baby," he growls into my ear, "come around my cock. I need to feel me making you come."
Resting my forehead against the mattress, I reach for something to grab. Lacing my fingers through the sheets, before he reaches up above me, to replace the linen with his fingers. An intimate hold as he cradles my back into his chest. With a hard groan, his thrust he tips me over the edge. I'm dizzy as my body quakes beneath him, he slows his movements, kissing my shoulders and back.
"That's it, sexy," he whispers, "you're so fucking beautiful."
He moves my hair aside, reaching forward to kiss my jawline and cheeks where he can.
I'm still bucking lightly, shivering when he flips me onto my back.
"You're all flustered for me," he pushes my legs apart with his knees, "my favourite thing about you is hearing you come. But it's even better when it's around my dick."
I begin to speak, but he cuts me off with a rough thrust inside me. Beneath him in missionary he finally begins to unleash years of pent up frustration. Dirty Edward slipping out from behind the sex curtain.
The room fills with our groans and moans. I hold onto his back as he speeds up, hitting new and unexplored angles.
"Yes baby," I struggle through sentences, "I love… this is better than the bath."
He lets out an amused laugh. His laughter during sex is delicious. Just for the record.
"I'm going to come," he grunts suddenly.
"Yes," I try to thrust back into him, meeting him, building yet again to my own climax, "come for me."
He buries his face into my neck, with a sharp thrust he gives me a mini quake of ecstasy. I shudder and shake beneath him as he too let's go. Thrusting slowly as he fills me.
I'm not sure how much time passes. Minutes? Hours? Who knows.
"Baby," he whispers, "what was number one?"
Shifting he lays beside me, arm thrown lazily across my middle, drawing small circles on my lower hip.
"My number one favourite thing about you?" I look into his eyes.
"Yeah," he moves to caress my cheek against his warm palm.
"I can't say," I shake my head.
"Oh you tease," he huffs out a small laugh.
"Your heart," I move my hand, placing it over his chest, feeling it beat against my fingertips, "that's my favourite thing about you."
He looks at me and something passes between us.
I've never regretted telling him I didn't love him more than I do right now. Because I'm fairly certain I'd be lying right now if I said I didn't at this second.
In hindsight I lied that night and I'm lying to myself now. All along I have lied. I just didn't realise that it was a truth I was ignoring.
Maybe a part of me knew it all along.
But I knew that if I said it right now, he'd hurt me. Like how if I said it back then he would have hurt me too. Edward is a star. He soars with the moon and the sun. Me… I'm the earth. Beneath him always regardless of how high I jump.
He sleeps around, he's destined to be a huge lawyer in some big city.
I know my place. I knew if I had said "I love you too" back then he would have hurt me. He's my best friend. I know that as a fact.
He'll leave us all behind and visit between cases. Now I'm always going to be the girl that rejected him. I'm not sure what on earth I want to do with my life.
If I say it now he'll hurt me again. Because he'll bring what we have going to an end. Then I have him in no capacity.
The what ifs out weight they risk.
I'm a different Bella now though. I've grown. My love can be handed out conditionally. So if should ever the day come he says 'I love you' again. I'll say it back.
I'll lay down my armour happily so long as he agrees to pick it back up. To guard my heart.
He was the right person. Then was the wrong time.
We weren't mature then. Now we are.
Nothing good could ever come from loving a man so perfect. I need reassurance before I open the true gate
But everything bad would come from not having him.
Thank you so much
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