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-Chapter Twenty-Five-
We were a hundred miles north of Flagstaff at some random gas station in the middle of nowhere. I was sitting on the hood of the Chevelle with Edward standing between my legs and treating the cuts on his knuckles with unscented baby wipes. His hands were slightly swollen and red, and he clenched his jaw as I cleaned off the dried, crusted blood.
I cringed, hunching my shoulders. "Sorry."
"I'm such fucking idiot for bare-knuckling that asshole's face," Edward said, wincing in pain. "I probably broke a few bones."
My eyes widened. "Are you serious?"
He shrugged. "It's happened before. Usually, I try to use the handle of my gun to beat a guy's face in, but that fucker unhinged me. I just wanted to fucking kill him."
The memories of the last few days blurred together, making it difficult for me to reflect on them. Today was no different. It just seemed surreal, like a vague dream.
"You know, that visit of ours didnt solve anything," I said, dabbing his cuts with some ointment.
Renee and Phil would continue to live without remorse for what they've done to me. I hated them.
"It wasn't meant to," Edward said.
"Then why even go? All it did was made things worse for us."
"We're in the same predicament we were in before we went over there. It's like being grounded and sneaking out of the house," he said, dismissing my concerns. "Why worry yourself about it? You're already trouble."
"Stacking on criminal charges is not the same as being grounded, Edward."
"Oh, it's the same. Trust me." He winked, sliding his free hand up my bare thigh, and I smacked it. "Bottom line, I just wanted you to see that those fuckers weren't worth your tears. I didn't think you wanted them dead, and so, I just did the next best thing." He smirked. "I stuck a gun to their head and made them listen to you." His face hardened into a scowl. "Then that fucker had to go and hit you and threw a wrench in my plans."
His hatred for Phil and Renee matched my own and caused my heart to flutter. His fierce devotion and protection were a constant reminder of how lucky I'd been to stumble upon Jake and, for whatever reason, his wanting me dead by sending me on that supposed suicide mission to steal Edward's car.
If I were smart, I wouldn't even be here. Still, as I stared at Edward's memorizing eyes and full, unnaturally red-hued lips, I realized that intelligence was overrated—and so was showing mercy on the enemy.
"Who said that you couldn't kill them?" I asked, peeking at him as I wrapped his hands in gauze.
He nodded, and I could tell he wasn't paying attention to what I said, but his head snapped up when it finally did register with him. "What?"
"I mean, I never said that you couldn't."
"But you stopped me," he sputtered, searching my eyes and trying to find a contradiction to my words.
There was none. I was dead serious.
"When did I stop you? When were in front of a police station, Edward? Jesus, I didn't want you going to jail." I kissed him on his pouting lips. "I kind of like you."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "We need to have a discussion about what's doable and not doable in this relationship."
"I think anything goes with us," I said, throwing my legs around his waist and crossing them at the ankles.
He raised an eyebrow, still skeptical. "You're just saying that to tease me."
"Why do you say that?" I leaned over and whispered into his ear. "Do my questionable morals turn you on?"
"Everything about you turns me on," he said, grabbing my hips and roughly jerking me into him, "but this blood thirsty side of you raises the ante."
He kissed me along my neck, and I tilted my head to the side, giving him better access. The feel of his lip ring grazing over my sensitive skin instantly affected me, traveling through my body and smacking me hard down below.
"I used to be such a good girl, too," I said with a breathy moan, closing my eyes.
He pressed his weight into me and laid my body back.
I took handfuls of his hair and brought his mouth away from my neck and back to my face. I yanked him down to my awaiting lips, kissing him deeply and forcefully. He tasted like that peppermint gum he constantly chews, and I couldn't get enough.
I hitched my legs up, and his hands grasped my bare thighs, digging his fingers into my skin and thrusting his pelvis into me. I could feel his hardness poking me through his jeans—and I loved it. I wanted him. It'd been too long since I felt him inside of me. I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans, yanking it away from his waist.
There was a loud clap and a disapproving voice. "Hey now! You two stop that!"
My eyes snapped open, and Edward pulled away from me. We both looked to our left and saw an older gentleman standing at the front of the car. He was glaring and gesturing at us with his wrinkled, calloused fingers to stop dry-humping each other at a public gas station.
I laughed, covering my face with my hands, insanely embarrassed.
"Yeah, yeah," Edward said, removing his warm body from mine. "We're leaving."
The older man grumbled, still bitching about our indecency as he walked away. I peeked through my fingers and up at Edward. He was rolling his eyes and mouthing a slew of obscenities at the guy, flipping him off.
He looked down at me, grinning crookedly. "Look at what you started."
"Me?!" I gasped, sitting up and jumping down from the hood.
"Yeah, I'm blaming this on you," Edward said, opening the car door for me. "You wrapped those hot little legs of yours around me and talked all sorts of filthiness, what was I supposed to do? I'm a man, baby. I can't fight against your womanly wiles."
I sat down in the seat and shook my head at him, laughing softly. "Oh, okay, you poor little baby is such a helpless victim."
He leaned his head in, kissing me on the nose. "Exactly." He closed the door.
I watched him as he walked around the front of the car, smirking and adjusting his hard-on. He joined me in the car, starting up the engine and spinning the tires, screeching and leaving tire marks in its wake. The Chevelle shot out of the gas station, and we were doing sixty on the road headed towards nowhere, nothing but desert and flat land on the horizon.
He drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel, keeping his eyes on the road and unaware of my movements. My gaze fell upon his forearms, solid and muscular, tatted and skin obscured. I bit my lip, feeling the desire to devour this man take over again. The thought of kissing and having my way with him as he drove excited me.
Double-checking the road, making sure no one was behind us, I pulled my shirt over my head, throwing it in the backseat.
Edward snapped his eyes at me, wide with shock. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Hey, eyes on the road, mister," I quipped, pushing his face back forward with my hand, redirecting his attention off me. "Just drive and don't worry about what I'm doing." I unbuckled my shorts and lifted my hips, taking them off and throwing them in the backseat.
"Jesus, Bella," Edward groaned, peeking over at me out of the corner of his eye, fingers clenched tightly around the steering wheel. I'm sure his knuckles are white and hurting him with all the strain and duress.
Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra and shrugged it off, placing the lacey fabric around his rearview mirror. Edward jerked the car towards the right, attempting to pull off the road. Instead, I gripped the wheel, turning it back towards the black asphalt.
"Keep driving," I said.
"What? You can't fucking expect me to keep driving and not touch you when you're sitting there naked," he ranted, his eyes roaming over me.
"Who said you weren't allowed to touch me?" I asked, slipping out of my panties. I leaned over the center console, pressing my breasts against his bicep, and spoke low into his ear. "All I want is for you to keep driving."
He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down nervously.
"And try not to crash," I added, taking his earlobe into my mouth, sucking and nipping at it. I slid my hand down his body, and he tensed, shifting in his seat as my hand palmed his erection, pressing down firmly and feeling the hardness beneath. I unzipped his jeans, reached in through the slit in his boxers, and wrapped my fingers around his very hard cock. I stroked him slowly, twisting my wrist and squeezing the shaft.
"Fuck," he hissed, banging the back of his head against the seat and slightly easing off the gas pedal. I put my hand on his knee and pushed his foot down. The car accelerated, and we shot forward, now going seventy, the speedometer racing towards eighty.
"Don't slow down. Drive fast," I said, pulling Edward out of his pants, my thumb rolling over his piercing, glistening with pre-cum, and causing him to twitch in my grasp. I looked at the piercing for the first time. Unlike the ring in his lip, this one was titanium black and had a curved barbell. I licked my lips eagerly, curious to feel the bead on the tip of my tongue.
There's no time like the present.
Dipping my head down, I took him into my mouth. He grunted and cursed as the car revved loudly, speeding down the highway. It wasn't my first time giving head to a guy, but I wasn't a pro, and Edward's size took some adjusting. I licked the head, sucking and taking the bead between my teeth, and tugged on it gently.
The car swerved off the road, a cloud of dust engulfing us and rocks pelting the windows. Edward jerked the wheel back, driving on flat ground again. I smiled to myself, enjoying the sounds he made, low and gruff panting.
Taking him as deep as my mouth would allow, I sucked him and gripped him with my hand, twisting and gaining a few grunts and moans. Then, finally, he bucked his hips, striking me at the back of my throat, and I pulled away, startled.
Edward looked down at me, brows furrowed and an intense look in his eyes. He wanted to pull over, but I wouldn't hear of it. Sitting up, I glanced around and saw the deserted road, relieved.
I decided to up my game and crawled over the center console to straddle his lap, flattening his cock my weight and wedged between my bare lips. My hard nipples were in his face, inches from his mouth, and I taunted him with them, trying to coax him into taking a little taste.
"Fuck, baby," he said, one hand steering while the other gripped my ass. He looked around me, trying to keep his eyes on the road. Rocking my hips, I ground my ass into him, creating this pleasurable and maddening friction.
"Drive faster," I purred into his ear, kissing and licking at his salty skin. "Show me what this baby can do."
He moaned, biting down hard on my shoulder, and the car accelerated as the landscape zipped past us. I lifted myself to my knees, pushed my titties into his face, and reached down to take hold of him tightly. Then, angling my hips, I positioned him at my entrance—knowing full well that what I was about to do was dangerous, risky, and deadly—I slowly, agonizingly lowered myself down on his cock. It eased in, my body wet and warm, quickly accommodating him.
I sighed, throwing my head back, sliding up and down his length. It was amazing, feeling him inside, consuming every part of me. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I continued my pace, riding him frantic and rougher. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his eyes on the road while pushing the car well over the speed limit. The faster and faster the car went, the more out of control I'd become. Biting down on my lip, unable to control myself, I grabbed his face and forced him to take his gaze off the road. I bent my head down and kissed him hungrily and deeply.
Edward pulled away from my lips, his eyes widening as he looked around me and back on the road. "Jesus fucking shit!"
He yanked the wheel to the right, the car flying off the road, and the force threw us over to the left. I held on to him as the car spun in circles, kicking up dust and clouding us in its brown haze. Edward straightened out the car, driving us further into the desert until he hid us from the passing cars on the highway. He slammed on the brakes, throwing back against the steering wheel.
As soon as he put the car into park, his mouth was on me, licking and sucking on my nipples, taking the hardened peak and grazing it with his teeth. I cried out, swaying and rotating my hips, sending him deeper. Finally, Edward grabbed me by the hips and lifted me as his dick slid in and out a few more times before completely retreating.
"No," I whimpered, missing the contact.
He laid me back on my seat, my head facing the passenger side door. He slid his hand down my body, the pad of his fingertips rubbing and tickling my clit. I moaned, gripping the dashboard and the leather seat, needing something to steady me. My legs shook as he slipped his two fingers into me, pumping and curving them upward.
Edward kissed the inside of my knees, working down to my thighs and nipping the skin with his teeth. Then, removing his fingers, he opened the car door and got out. My tightly closed eyes snapped open, and I sat on my elbows. He was standing outside. His shirt was off, his pants were down, snug around his thighs, and he was putting a condom on. He licked the palm of his hand and stroked himself a few times, lubricating the shaft in preparation for the latex.
Turning back to me, the wanting and panting mess, he grabbed me by the ankles and pulled me towards him swiftly. He spread my legs and positioned himself between my thighs, pressing the head of his cock against me. He slid it up and down my lips, wetting the tip, before slamming back into me, hitting deep. He crashed his lips to mine, thrusting at a rough and needy pace. My hands flew to his back, and my nails dug into his damp skin, scratching the shit out of him. He grunted into my mouth, pushing and shoving more forcefully. I lifted my legs, shifting my ass downward and crossing my ankles around his backside, pulling him into me, needing to feel every inch of him I could.
"Fuck," he swore, kissing me and biting at my lips, plunging harder and faster.
It was building and gaining momentum, my toes curling and my body tensing, the feeling of warmth quickly overtaking me. I was close. I could feel it coming on as my inner walls began to contract and spasm around Edward, causing him to propel and drive into me even more.
We tightly pressed our lips together, and I screwed my eyes shut and let the fire assault my body, consuming me in its flames. It was swift, leaving me before I had a chance to grasp it, but the aftershocks of it were long-lasting. Edward fought hard to hold out, gripping the seats, thrusting and grunting, but eventually, it overtook him. He slid into me, jerking and frantic, twitching and releasing. Finally, he slowed, resting his head on my shoulder and breathing heavily.
It took a moment, but finally, my heart returned to its normal rhythm.
Opening my eyes and gazing up at the car ceiling, I felt utterly dazed and relaxed as my fingers drew lazy patterns across his bare back.
"You're fucking crazy," he said, chuckling softly.
"Yeah, maybe I am, but that's why you love me."
I felt my heart drop, and my eyes widened in disbelief. How could I fucking say that? It was out of my mouth before I could stop it, and I inwardly berated myself for being so stupid. But, God, he was going to take it the wrong way. I just knew it.
Edward lifted his head and brushed away a few strands of hair from my face, kissing me softly on the tip of my nose. He stared into my eyes, green on brown, and he smiled. "That's not the only reason why."