AN: No infringement intended to Stephenie Meyer and her amazing characters.
Chapter Seven
"I like her."
That was my only defense when Jasper pounced on me. He didn't know I kissed Bella again, but he saw how our dynamic changed. I wasn't afraid to get close to her on the couch or take her out shooting. No longer did I give a fuck what my family thought about my actions. I've tried their way and failed. The only thing I wanted to do was wait for the kid to turn eighteen before going all-in with her. It seemed pointless, considering it was only a month until her birthday, but I was intrigued by the delayed gratification. It also gave Bella time to figure shit out and realize she needed to get far away from me.
I laughed at the thought.
As if I would fucking let her leave.
"You're going to get her hurt," Jasper said, but now his cautioning voice was a buzzing in my ear.
"Maybe I will, maybe I won't." My lungs filled with nicotine as I took a long, satisfying drag off a cigarette, and it blew it back in his face.
He smiled and nodded. "Nice."
I shrugged.
Jasper meant well, but he didn't know anything about the girl.
I'd hurt her more by staying away.
"We leave for Mexico in four days, Edward," he reminded me, and I couldn't hide how much I was fucking dreading it. "Is it going to be a problem?"
"No problem," I lied.
It was a seven-day trip and a dangerous one. First, Emmett, Jasper, and I had to meet up with our suppliers, a small, upcoming drug cartel called 'El Padres.' Marcus ran the business with his younger brother, Caius, and they perfected the best coke, weed, and anything worth a damn on the street. This time wasn't a smuggling trip but a crushing of the competition. Jasper hung back on these excursions and talked shop with Marcus. After that, it was up to Emmett, Caius, and me to handle these poor souls who dared to fuck with El Padres.
"Good, because you know one slip and we're done."
I threw my smoke to the ground and thought briefly about Bella. "You worry too much."
He let out a depleted sigh and walked away. "I didn't use to."
The night before Mexico, I decided to spend it with Bella. There was an unease in my chest about all the shit that could go wrong. Alice told me she would stay over to watch the kid. She had a shotgun and knew how to use it. I had no choice but to trust her. The trip was happening, and stopping it would cause more trouble. It was only for seven days. We could be home in four if we drove fast and handled our business promptly and efficiently.
I held on to that belief as I sat on the couch with my girl.
"This movie is crazy—but good."
I turned to her and smiled. The awe in her voice caught me by surprise. I hadn't expected her to enjoy it so much.
"Why is it that I'm just finding out about it?"
"Probably because when this movie was released, you were still in diapers." Tipping my beer back, I mentally calculated the year when Natural Born Killers came out and how old Bella was now.
1994.
Was she even born then?
I swallowed and choked as guilt reared its ugly fucking head.
Jesus Christ!
She was a child.
I was a sick fucking lunatic.
Bella laughed at my lame joke, even snorted a little, pulling me out of my hell and making me forget why I should be staying away from her.
Instead, like a masochistic asshole, I scooted closer to her.
"They are dangerous together," Bella said, following my lead and closing the remaining gap. She overwhelmed me with the smell of sweet vanilla—just like a goddamn cupcake. "But it makes sense with their passion and that fire. Even when they kill so brutally, there is that underlying love. It's romantic, you know?"
"You're funny." I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to me.
She didn't fight, smiling as she fell into my side and rested her head against my shoulder.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you're rooting for the bad guys."
"I guess. I just…" She bit down on her lip and looked up at me bashfully. "That's the way I want it to be for us."
Her statement confused me.
"What?"
The movie was midway through, and the main characters were on a killing spree: Blood. Sex. Guns. Gore.
There was no way she wanted this life.
Bella was too good.
"What?" she repeated, equally confused.
"You want us to fucking kill people?"
She laughed again.
Fuck me.
I was addicted to that laugh.
"No, not the killing part," she said, pointing at the flat screen, "I want that!" So Mallory and Mickey stood on a bridge, slicing their fucking palms open, and got married. "To be so crazy and toxic and dangerously in love. I want to be some guy's Mallory."
I would kill that guy if wasn't me.
Jasper's warning was loud and clear and fucking blaring: Abort! Abort!
I shook it off. "You've got some issues, kid."
"Tell me about it." She yawned, slinking her body down and closing her eyes. "Do you have to go tomorrow?"
"Yes," I said, but that was the future, and right then, Bella had me anchored to her, and I wasn't going anywhere.
For the first two hours, I was fucking good. After that, it was hard to leave, and I hugged the kid for too long, but I got my ass out the door. When I focused on the road ahead and out of my fantasies, I didn't miss her much.
Emmett did his best to steer the conversation, staying on safe and neutral topics, and I was grateful. For those brief minutes, I was the old Edward, the guy who wasn't obsessed with some girl and feeling like he wanted to die because she wasn't near him.
But Jasper wouldn't let old dogs lie.
He started in on me around Nogales. It was innocent, at first, nothing to piss me off too badly, and Emmett nor I expected it to turn.
"How's Bella handling things?"
I answered with a shrug and said, "Fine."
That should've been the end, and Jasper sat quietly for a minute, then cleared his throat. "Did you sleep with her?"
Emmett laughed.
I hadn't, but who was I kidding?
"And what if I did?"
Jasper continued in with the age-old discussion. "Christ, man. What are you doing? You need to protect that girl. This life is risky and dangerous, and one false move in either direction, could hurt a lot of people."
"That's always been the case with this fucking life," I said, and it was laughable to me. Shit, not even a month before Bella came waltzing into my life, we all had a gun put to our heads by the cartel. "But why aren't you up Emmett's ass about Rose, or even concerned about your girl, Alice?"
Jasper blanched because Emmett had no clue about them, and to watch him try to deflect was pure gold. "We're not talking about them right now. We're talking about Bella."
The way he kept putting his nose in my business bugged the fuck out of me.
"Yes, you make that clear every time you open your fucking mouth, man."
Once again, Emmett tries to keep the peace and knows it won't take much for me to implode.
Jasper looked at me through the rear-view mirror. "You know, I don't have anything personally against her."
"Wouldn't fucking matter if you did," I said. "Why does it got to be all or nothing with you?"
"Because, Edward, if you get with her, you'll lose yourself."
That struck me like a bat to the face. Jasper intended to scare me, but it had the opposite effect. Once he planted that thought in my head, I had no patience for anything else.
I wanted to be at home and reclaim my bed, preferably with a naked Bella in it. But, instead, after that pointless conversation, the dashboard clock was the only thing I watched as the seconds ticked by slowly. Emmett saw me escalating and tried to focus my irritability on the job, but we weren't going to make it to Marcus and Caius' villa in Sonora without shit hitting the fan.
When we stopped for gas, I tried to call Bella, but no one picked up the phone. So I called Alice's cell, and her reasoning for not letting me talk to Bella was fucking sketchy.
"You're going to worry her, Edward," she told me before hanging up.
How in the fuck was me shooting the shit with my girl going to cause panic?
Why were they blocking me?
That made me more frustrated.
So, I called over and over, relentlessly. Sometimes it would go straight to voicemail. Other times Alice would pick up, "Stop calling," and then hang up again. This loop went on for at least two to three hours. Eventually, the battery died on my phone, and that put some relief into Emmett and Jasper.
"Least he can't call her now," They'd said. "We can get back to work."
That was day one.
I didn't sleep one wink and just chain-smoked all night. The plan for the day was to visit Stone, our arms supplier, and stock up. It was so routine it was mundane and should've been an in-and-out process, but I was jumpy like a meth-head and made our guy nervous.
He turned us away and left us fucking screwed.
Jasper was fuming when we got back to the car.
"For fuck's sake, Edward! What are we going to do now?"
I didn't even pretend to give a shit and just shrugged.
Emmett's jaw dropped. He couldn't fathom this side of me.
Jasper expected it. "That's great, man. You're going to get us killed, do you know that?"
His voice was distant to me as my eyes concentrated on my phone. It was a patchy area, but occasionally, I'd get a few reception bars, and I jumped at the chance to call Alice. The bitch sent all my calls to voicemail - again!
"What the fuck?" I hissed and redialed, but now it wouldn't even ring. Just her voicemail, again. That last time, I left a message. "You fucking call me back and let me speak to Bella, or I'll fucking—"
Emmett yanked the phone out of my hand and threw it out the window as we drove sixty miles an hour down a dirt-covered road on a Mexican highway.
"Asshole!" I swore and punched the back of his headrest. There was no way to get a hold of my girl now. What if something happened? I thought of all these scenarios where the kid was hurt or dead. That was the deciding factor and led me to jump ship. "Turn around."
"The phone's trashed, man," Emmett said. "Forget about it."
"No, we're going home."
Jasper swung around in his seat from the front. "What?"
"You heard me!" I called the shots. It was me who fucking made us what we were, and I'm the one who would answer for the bailout. "This job is botched. No guns, no deal. We need to regroup."
Jasper took a deep breath to compose himself. He knew coming at me calmly would get the best results. "You know we can't do that."
I knew that fucking over Marcus and Caius was a mistake, and the fallout would haunt me until I was dead, but hindsight was 20/20.
"We need guns, Jasper," I said like it was hopeless. "Where else can we get some?" My head shook as Bella's smile came into view, and if we left right then, I could hold her that night. "Turn around, Emmett."
Both guys knew my reasons were bullshit.
"Peter and Charlotte's house is twenty miles from here," Jasper said.
Peter and Charlotte were arm's dealers we used back in the day. They retired three years ago to shift their focus to the restaurant business. The couple wanted to go legit, but we all retained a fraction of our criminal past, and they continued to forge passports, IDs, and birth certificates on the side.
They cornered me, and if I didn't follow the new plan, they would know the kid was affecting my head, our business, and everyone's safety. If I taught them anything, they would see her as a foreign threat to the body, and my boys would diminish her like protective white blood cells.
I had to get my shit together.
"Good idea," I said as rationality came back to me. "We'll stay overnight and head to Sonora in the morning."
Jasper sighed with relief and smiled. "You're the boss."
He was mocking me. I wasn't an idiot, but I had a new plan: get the guns, get me a new phone, and drink until I passed out.
That was day two.
After a night of drinking, smoking weed, and gambling, I'd hoped I would be less of a mess in the morning. But, unfortunately, the ache of missing my girl was growing, and the longer I went without talking with her, the more I was impatient, irrational, and a fucking nightmare. We were already behind because of my actions with Stone, then the slow start due to my hangover didn't help matters.
Seven days were looking like nine to ten days.
I wasn't going to make it.
But I trudged on and tried to make it through the day.
My new phone had the same problem as my last one. I spent two hours in the backseat draining the battery and attempting to get a hold of Alice or Rosalie. It irritated me that I didn't buy Bella a burner before I left. No one understood how deep my obsession with the kid had gotten—me, especially. I thought shit was under wraps, and if it came down to it, I'd be more than willing to let her go, but things boiled down to one sure thing: I was fucking losing myself.
We were twenty miles outside Sonora when I exploded out of my skin.
"Fuck! Turn around or drop me off."
Jasper was driving, and he sped up. "We're fifteen minutes away."
"I don't give a shit."
"Edward." Emmett was rubbing his face to ward off the stress. "If we screw these guys over."
"Then drop me off. You don't fucking need me." I'd spotted a car sitting at a gas station. Easy boost. "Right here! Stop!"
Jasper groaned. "We can't do this shit without you. You'll insult them."
He was right. I would soon learn the consequences, but my arrogance and insanity were getting the best of me.
"Make shit up. I don't care." The gas station flew past us, and I grew fucking irate. Finally, I pointed my gun at the back of Jasper's head. "Don't make me do something I'll regret."
Emmett rarely saw this side of me, but even still, he knew it wasn't wise to test it. "Turn around, man."
Jasper shot him a shocked look. "You're fucking kidding me?"
I cocked the gun.
Emmett side-eyed me. "He's the boss."
Jasper didn't like that answer but complied.
He yanked the steering wheel and flipped a bitch.
We headed home.
We made it back to Phoenix by early morning the next day. No one said a word to each other the entire drive and knew the danger I'd caused upon the family. I would make it up to the guys. Somehow. Alice was surprised to see us when we walked through the door, but Jasper promised to tell her everything as they left. Emmett was pissed, but he came across a naked Rosalie in his room and forgave me instantly. I envied that fucker. He could wrap his arms around his girl, kiss her, and do things I only hoped to do with Bella one day.
But I was alone again. No different than Mexico. At least the kid was two feet away from me. That distance was something I could stand. But now, all this pussyfooting of mine was something I couldn't stand. I sat on the couch for nearly an hour and smoked weed and cigs—I needed clarity. The closed door to my room was taunting me.
What was I doing? I kept asking myself. I'd screwed over long-time associates for pussy I wasn't even getting.
"Fuck!" I hissed and jumped up from the couch.
Storming into the kitchen, I yanked open the cabinet and poured myself a glass of whiskey. Four shots down, I was getting braver, but I needed to brush my teeth. I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, noting how tired my eyes looked, but more importantly, I was crazed—a man yearning for a release from this prison.
Making up my mind: Fuck it! Just take that last leap, Cullen.
I sneaked into my room and crawled into the bed beside Bella. My plan started innocently. All I wanted to do was sleep next to the girl, but greed took over the second I put my arms around her. I was fucked. My lips made contact with her shoulder. Now I was up to three, four, and five kisses. It'll never be enough for me.
My intrusive behavior woke her up.
"You're back early," she spoke in a sleepy, raspy voice.
It was sexy, and I wanted to keep Bella talking.
I kissed her more, but in between all that, I said, "How are you, kid?"
"I'm okay. I missed your stupid face, though."
"Yeah?" I laughed because it was a relief. She had no idea how much I missed her. "Me, too."
"How was the trip?" she asked.
"Fucking horrible," I said, and despite everything that told me not to, I got closer and pulled myself in deeper. "I couldn't wait to get home."
I'd placed more kisses on her neck and ear.
Once I started, I couldn't stop.
She breathed a soft, "Yeah?"
My hand wandered down to her hip, and I squeezed it. I was holding back the urge to thrust forward and show this girl how much she made me want her. That would be inappropriate. Burrowing my face in her hair, I breathed her into memory.
"You smell so good," I said, biting my tongue because 'baby' was at the tip of it. "What is that?"
"Um," she hesitated, and I liked her flustered. "Shampoo. I think."
Shampoo? I filled my head with her fragrance again. No shampoo smelled like that. It was addicting and calling to me. I refused to believe that it was manufactured.
"No, that's not it—it's something else. It's something entirely…you."
Then, like the fucking brat she was, Bella pushed her ass into me.
"Damn, kid." I gasped for control as my hands moved from her waist to her stomach. I thought about going further—and I did. I'd gotten to the top of her pajamas when my mind imagined her warmth, the wetness, and how good she would feel. Then I remembered her age and inexperience.
It was unfair to push her, and I needed to get a grip.
Rolling over, I decided it was best if I went back on the couch and sobered up. The effects of weed and alcohol were invading my bloodstream and my conscience. If I stayed any longer, I'd end up fucking my girl, and the last thing I wanted was to be numb.
But as I got up to leave, the kid grabbed the back of my pants and stopped me.
It caught me off guard.
"What's wrong?" I asked in concern.
"You can't keep doing this to me! You're either with me before my birthday, or you're not."
"I'm sorry," I said and returned to bed with her. The battle that warred within me shouldn't affect her, but it did, and I felt like shit. Putting my hands on her face, I needed to convey she was more to me than some cheap lay. "You're right. It's fucked up of me to rub my dick all over you." I thought about putting it inside her, and I had to stop my pervy ass in its tracks. "It won't happen again."
"That's not what I want," she said.
"I know," I resigned in defeat and kissed her nose.
That should've been the end, but the kid threw herself at me. The forcefulness of her kiss was paralyzing, but when she got aggressive and pulled on my lip ring. I wasn't a passive participant and was more than willing to take the lead.
Rolling my body into her until I was on top, I deepened the kiss and touched my tongue to hers. She tasted like mint toothpaste. Letting my hands roam free, I memorized everything about her like it was the last time. She was soft, thick, and perfect. I wanted more than just her lips. The thought of her breasts, and those hard nipples, in my mouth, feeling the pebbled texture, was my motivation. I pushed things too far—like always. Bella opened her legs to me, and I put my body where it needed to be. Rocking my hips, fucking her relentlessly through our clothes, I felt the building of my release nearing, and this wasn't how I wanted to come.
Pumping on the brakes, I moved away and broke our kiss. Bella sought me out, but I was in hiding with my head resting on her shoulder. If I could catch my breath, maybe I could think straight.
"More…" Bella grabbed my face and tried to bring me back, but I resisted.
"Baby…" I was too weak, and my head was foggy from the whiskey. "I can't."
"Why can't you?" she asked, but as I opened my mouth, she cut me off. "Please don't give me that underage bullshit, all right? We both know that's not the reason."
She was right. I didn't give a shit about her age. That was never the issue, just an excuse, and it was wearing thin. As the days loomed closer to her birthday, I couldn't hold her off, and I would have to come to terms with what I wanted—Bella.
But what would that mean?
Holding her tight in my arms, I let the truth slip. "Because you're the only thing that matters, and I don't…" I'd already sentenced her to death, but I was too selfish to let her go, and if she knew what kind of bastard I was, she would hate me. "I don't want…." What? For her to learn the truth. No, I needed to keep her at all costs. "I don't want to do something to fuck that up."
"Why do you put me on this pedestal?" She ran her fingers through my hair and sedated me. "I'm not as good or as perfect as you think I am. I'm damaged just like everyone else."
She was, in a sense, but having issues with crappy parents or a heart crisis was nothing. I'd fucked over some pretty bad dudes, and if the kid got involved with me, she would be a target. They would kill her to hurt me. That wasn't going to end with Marcus and Caius. Anyone now, going forward, ally or foe, would see her as the chink in my armor.
"If I allow myself to be with you, I'll crush you and pull a fucking Lennie."
It was a vague comparison, but I'd imagined taking everything good about the girl, loving her so much and so intensely that she would crumble under the weight—choked from life.
"Lennie?" she asked.
I nodded and concealed my guilt in her hair.
The girl had me wrapped up in that sweet smell.
"Like…from the book Of Mice and Men?"
Popping up and bracing myself on my elbows, I smiled down at her with awe. "You see, you always know what I'm thinking and shit. What kind of kid your age would know about Lennie and that goddamn puppy? That's what I fucking love—" Abort! Abort, you fucking moron! The blaring horn was louder than ever. Bella was bright, and she could be so much more. I knew to love the girl would be a mistake. I couldn't look at her anymore. "Maybe Jasper's right."
"God, Edward!" Bella laughed. It brought me out of my hell. I loved her laugh. She pressed the stress lines from my forehead with her fingers. "Why are you making things so complicated?"
"I don't know." My body was winding down, and I wanted one last kiss before I passed out. But, when my lips touched hers, I knew no matter what, it wouldn't change a damn thing. "I'm fighting a losing battle."
"Stop fighting," she said.
Taking her advice to heart, I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep for the first time in four days.
I don't dream.
My sleep was like death or before I was born—blackout. But the night I returned and crawled into bed with Bella, I had a vivid, almost too-real dream. The kid was by my side and had my 1911 pointed at some fucker's head. She looked gorgeous and confident. I stood back in the dream and watched as my girl shouted, "You don't fuck with us! We own this town."
Then, pop! She blew that fucker away. Blood sprayed her face and mine. When the kid turned to me, there was this look in her eyes. It was feral, unmatched by anything I'd ever seen, and it was fucking sexy. The crazed man in the dream was me, and I kissed her with everything I had, and it still wasn't enough. She was hungry, just like me, and it never ended.
My eyes snapped open.
I was confused at first, but when I looked over at a sleeping Bella, I saw things more clearly and knew my path.
It was her.
Flipping over on my side, I caressed Bella's arm. It didn't take her much to wake up.
"Morning," she said, rolling over to face me and throwing her leg over mine.
I liked the way she was comfortable with me.
"Did you sleep okay?"
She nodded. "How about you?"
"Oh yeah. I slept like a fucking baby."
"I can tell." She grinned. The bed was bouncing from my excitement and jostled her titties. "You're extra peppy."
"That's because I made a decision," I said, but stopped the wiggling and turned serious.
Bella stared at me with wide eyes, and I could sense she was apprehensive. Probably expecting the worst, but after that dream, there was only one road for me.
"Fuck it."
"Fuck it?" she repeated with uncertainty.
"Yeah. Fuck what anyone says. Fuck Jasper. Fuck the law. Fuck everything." Without morals or boundaries to hold me back, I held her face in my hands and caressed her bottom lip. That belonged to me now. She breathed deep as I leaned in and whispered defeat. "I want you."
"Really?"
Really? That was her response after I confessed my fucking soul? I almost laughed. Silly girl, of course, I wanted you. It was the one thing that made sense. All those days spent ignoring Bella and listening to shitty advice were peak insanity.
The only thing left was to claim her, but I put too much enthusiasm into my kiss and trapped Bella under my weight. She pushed back by placing her hands on my shoulders but also managed to clutch me closer at the same time. It was a tug-of-war. All those months of foreplay and flirting came bursting out of us. The harder I kissed her, the deeper she sunk into me and the more forceful I was with my tongue.
We were both starving for each other.
"Mmmm," she moaned, but she was too loud, and I wanted to keep us a secret for a little bit longer.
"Shhh, baby."
She bit her lip and nodded.
Moving my mouth from hers, I worked my way down. It was challenging to maintain control, but I wanted to savor all the places I'd only been able to fantasize about until then.
I kissed her neck with an innocent peck, but it quickly progressed and turned into a sucking. She whimpered, clawed at the sheets, and kicked her legs.
The girl was going mad.
I was barely getting started.
Wrapping my hands around her throat to minimize the squirming, I kissed her heaving chest through the cotton of her shirt.
"Please," she whispered.
That broke my focus.
Pushing up Bella's top, I exposed those perfect, handful titties of hers. Those nipples were a light brown and almost blended in with her skin. They were mouthwatering, and they perked up nice and hard when a gentle breeze hit them.
"Fuck," I said under my breath and put my mouth on her.
She was warm, tasted like fucking sin, and I grew painfully hard. I sucked, deepening that creamy skin a deep shade of purple. I even bit her. Damn it, I was out of control and losing myself fast. If I didn't slow down, I would've been eating her out and pushing things too far too soon.
Pulling back, I blew on her skin and watched as a million goosebumps popped up. The pink skin was purple now, and I admired my handiwork. There was more than one hickey that decorated her. It was juvenile of me—staking my claim on the girl, but I was out of my mind.
Who was going to pull me back?
The kid was lost too. She didn't give a shit about anything.
I gave us both a moment to come to terms with the moment.
Sliding my hands away from her throat, I moved them down her strained arms and toward her clenched fists. They were still clinging to the sheets, and it took some effort to pry them away.
Seeing how much she responded to me was an ego boost, but I wasn't even giving her the full throttle, and much of myself I'd restrained.
The girl was a virgin in every way.
I was fucking ecstatic about this fact.
Lifting my head and meeting her downward gaze, I couldn't hide the smugness. "Have you ever been kissed like this before?"
"No," she said as a blush engulfed her. "Definitely not."
"I can tell," I said and kissed my markings.
She was mine and mine only.
No asshole before me, and I was going to make sure there was no fucker after me.
Bella jerked up in the bed. "Did you seriously just give me a hickey?"
"It's just a little one," I said and pulled her shirt back down, safely hiding it away. Moving up in the bed, I kept myself positioned above her. I wasn't ready to be a good boy. She stared back up at me with a shocked face. It was cute. I kissed her lips and tried to ease her concerns. "Don't worry, kid. I put it somewhere no one will ever see it, and if they do see it, they're as good as fucking dead."
"So, it's a warning then?" Bella wrapped her leg around me and pulled me closer.
The girl was begging to be fucked, but I wouldn't last longer than a minute, and I wasn't about disappointing her.
"More or less." I kissed her again because I could.
"Who's it a warning to?"
"Any motherfucker who thinks he can take what's mine!" The thought of her being touched and kissed by some guy was unbearable. "You're my girl now." And I needed to mark her with something more permanent than blood on the skin's surface. That was when the idea came to me. No plan, just possessiveness. "Later," I continued my thoughts out loud, tracing my fingers on her skin. Finally, they stopped short of her pajama bottoms and landed on the lower stomach, "I want my name here."
Bella gasped and fidgeted, but I knew what she wanted when she lifted her hips.
I had her, and we both knew it.
"Would you do that for me?"
She nodded.
"Yeah?" I buried my face in her neck as my hand got away from me. Slipping underneath her waistband, I moved downward until my fingers grazed the tight curls. I stopped—so fucking nervous.
"And here? Would you let me put my name here?"
"Yes," she said with a wanting sigh.
I grinned.
Yeah, I was going to take this shit way too far.
Going lower and lower, I was further encouraged when she lifted her hips. "And how about here? Would you let me mark you here with my mouth?"
"Yes!" She was breathing fast and clutching at the sheets. "Anywhere you want—Just touch me."
I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. The girl was inexperienced, but I couldn't take advantage of the situation. Everything in me that was good told me to slow down and back off.
I tried to pull away.
Then she said one word: "Please."
My hand slipped down as she wiggled her body, and before I fucking knew what was happening, my fingers were inside her.
"Fuck," I groaned.
Bella was wet, hot, and tight. I would slowly pull out to draw my fingers along her lips and clit. She moaned as I went back in, going as deep as possible, and everything squeezed around me.
"Oh, God, Edward," she said louder than I liked.
My mouth found hers, and I silenced her with my tongue.
She kissed me back. I wanted to keep my wits about me, but it was impossible being knuckle-deep inside her. My cock twitched and dribbled, salivating to get a shot, yet I rebuked him. It wasn't about me right now. It was about my girl and her pleasure. That's why I added another finger when she was ready. After that, the tempo of my ministrations increased, making such a delicious wet, slapping sound. Bella pulsated, tensed, and crushed around me.
Oh, how I wanted my dick to be the one that made her come.
"Fuck, baby!" I rammed my hips into her on instinct.
"Please," she moaned again into my mouth.
My thumb was on her clit rolling and toying with it when reality came crashing down.
"Hey, guys, are you up?" Emmett busted into the room. "We're going out to eat—Holy shit!"
It shocked my system, and I yanked my hand out of my girl. Bella screamed and threw the covers over her head. Emmett smirked at me and gave two thumbs up.
What a fucking asshole.
"God damn it, Emmett! Get the fuck out of here!" I chucked my shoe at him, but it missed and hit the wall beside his big head. He quickly dodged the other shoe by closing the door.
Bella was in hiding. I didn't want her to feel embarrassed, but I understood why she would be. The first time we finally get intimate, Emmett fucking ruins it.
Sneaking under the comforter, I wrapped my arms around the kid and kissed her shoulder. "I'm sorry. I'll get a fucking lock on that door as soon as possible. I promise."
"I can't believe that just happened."
The mortification in her voice killed me. The last thing I wanted when we finally touched was for her to regret it, but there we were, and it was all because I couldn't fucking wait a day.
"I shouldn't have started any of that," I said and pulled away.
"No!" She grabbed my hand and put it underneath her chin. "We need to get a lock on that door, or at least kick Emmett out of the apartment. What kind of inconsiderate dick doesn't knock first?"
"I could kill him if you like?"
It wouldn't be the first time I've snuffed out a fucker for my girl's sake, and I doubt it would be the last.
"No, that's not necessary." She giggled. "It would take you too long to break in a new best friend."
Killing Emmett would suck, and I would hate to do it, but as I held Bella in my arms and kissed her, I knew where my allegiance lay. "Not when I've already found his replacement."