Happy Wednesday yall! Wednesdays are my day off and I'm feeling a bit better today so I'm in a good mood! Hope everyone's having a great day, great week, great life!
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Something inside me has changed; some part of my basic chemical makeup is now entirely different since spending time with Bella.
And it's not even just the sex, though knowing I'll be sinking into her again hopefully very soon does help matters.
No, I think it's the fact that I know someone is out there that cares about me but doesn't have to. Not like my family, who are obligated to love me. Not even like Angela, who I've built a connection with over years of simply being forced into the same space—forced to work on projects together and build a sort of camaraderie, and we also happen to get along.
Bella could have decided she didn't want me at any point. In fact, I'd venture to say she almost did a few times. And yet, I'm still receiving texts from her throughout the day once she wakes up. She still wants me around. And that knowledge has me behaving differently. Holding my head a little higher, walking a little straighter.
… Because I must be worth something beyond the scope of my job if she wants me.
Bella: I had a hard time sleeping without you in my bed.
I smile at her text, effectively ignoring the subject on my computer screen.
Edward: Guess we should do something about that soon then, huh?Bella: I wish. I work till close tonight. I'm about to head to work now, but I'm so sleepy.
There's this need to make things better for her that settles into my chest. One I'm both unfamiliar with and can't ignore.
So that's how I wind up walking up to the bar where Bella works, two coffees in hand; one for me and an iced cold brew that I've seen Bella order a few times for her.
I don't realize how unsettled I am without her until my eyes find her in the barren bar, standing behind the counter cleaning glasses and bottles to get ready for opening.
She's dressed more casually today, all her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun that makes the marks I left on her neck stand out, even if she did try to cover them up with makeup. When the lights go down for the night, no one will notice, but I like that there's no question now that she belongs to someone. Namely, me.
Besides, it's not as if I'm not sporting the same sort of marks.
Her sweatshirt is cropped, and her jeans ride high and fit tight around her ass but are looser in the legs, and even if she's supposed to be dressed down today, she looks hotter than anyone that's going to walk into the bar tonight.
"We don't open for another hour," she calls over her shoulder.
I'm about to tell her she should be more careful when I see the big guy that was guarding the door the other day walk out of the back room. It makes me feel better to know she's not alone.
"Good thing the only service I'm looking for is the kind that comes from your lips," I tease, stepping up to the bar.
Bella spins around, her broad smile shattering fucking every tense thing inside me.
"What the fuck did you just say?" The Wish version of Jax Teller starts to step towards me, but Bella rushes to push him back.
"Down, James. This is Edward. The guy I was telling Vick about? My boyfriend?"
Dude looks me up and down like there's any world in which I would be a threat to him, then nods and heads to the back.
"Your boyfriend, huh?" I'm only given enough time to set our coffees down before Bella launches herself at me full force. Somehow I have the right reflexes to catch her and lift her, her legs wrapping around me while she grabs my face and kisses me like we've been apart for years.
I stumble back a couple of steps, but manage to keep us upright, my hands on her ass like I fucking own it.
I guess, in a way, I do.
Fuck yeah.
"Got a problem with that, Cullen?" Bella asks when she finally pulls back.
"Not a fucking chance."
We totally do that sappy couple thing where we stare into each other's eyes for a solid minute, smiling like idiots.
"I brought you coffee since you said you were tired. But I gotta head back to work soon."
"Stupid work," she grumbles, and I set her on the bar top, so I'm free to touch her other places. Like that couple of inches between the bottom of her sweater and the top of her jeans, or the skin on her thigh peeking through the rips I notice, now that she's turned around.
She reaches for her coffee while my lips reach for her neck, getting my fix before I have to leave her.
"How did you know my order?" Fuck.
"Lucky guess?" I shrug, biting on her earlobe to distract her.
"You're fucking perfect," she sighs, tilting the cup back to take a sip.
Perfect...the FBI agent assigned to watch your every move but fell for you instead...same fucking thing.
I swear, watching her drink shouldn't be such a turn-on, but it certainly fucking is. It's no wonder only minutes around her has me hard as steel, especially after solidifying the whole boyfriend title.
"Fuck, am I ever gonna stop wanting you?" I groan into her neck, my tongue swirling around her racing pulse.
"I hope not. Go lock the door."
I straighten up immediately, shocked by what she's insinuating. "Here? Now?"
Bella nods, biting down on her lip, her lids heavy and wanting.
"But what about James?"
"He and Vick owe me, with the number of times I've walked in on them."
I'm frozen trying to process the information—trying to figure out how tiny little Vick is able to handle the massive James, as well as wrapping my head around the fact that Bella wants to fuck me in her place of work—when she grabs my hard cock through my pants and erases any thought besides the two of us.
"Edward," she warns, stroking up my shaft.
I don't have to be told twice.
;)All my love! xxx
