I've always been the kind of man that thrives off routine and structure. It's been a month since the dinner at my parent's, and Bella and I have settled into my very favorite kind of routine.
During the week, I work while she sleeps. When she wakes, I go spend a couple hours burying myself in her before I take her to work, where I hang out while she opens the bar.
She teases me relentlessly all day, and I'm always waking up to pictures of her tits and ass taken in the dingy bathroom mirror of the bar. When the weekend comes, I stay at the bar all night, watching her play and talking to Vick and James, who I've weirdly become kind of fond of. And then I take her home and wear her out some more until she can't stay awake and falls asleep in my arms. A few hours later, I wake to either her lips or her pussy wrapped around my cock, and we start all over again.
But with any luck, next weekend I'll be breaking our routine.
"Babe, I need you to get next weekend off," I tell her when I slide my ass into my favorite seat at the bar. It's the one where I'm able to watch her move and shimmy as she pours beers and shakes cocktails all night, even when she can't be in front of me leaning over and pressing her tits together on the countertop.
"I can try. What for?" She braces her arms on the counter, hopping up so she can lean over to kiss me. "Hi."
"Hey," I'm unable to keep the smile off my lips like I always am with her. "I want to go on a little trip with you. Find some cabin in the mountains where we can relax and...other things," I wink.
Bella sighs, her hand tapping her chest.
"I'd really, really love that. Let me talk to Vick and them, all right?"
I nod happily and accept the beer she places in front of me, raking my eyes over her as I press the bottle to my lips.
She's always hot, but tonight she's doing that tight, high-waisted jeans thing with the oversized, cropped top and the messy bun. It makes her look like a fucking co-ed and shows off her ass while keeping the exact shape of her perky tits a little bit of a secret. Not from me, though, because those tits and the girl they're attached to are all mine, and I've memorized every last bit of her body by now.
"Yo, Ed, you think you can help me lift some of these kegs, so the girls don't have to worry about it?" James asks from the back room.
I'm quick to get up because I'm used to this by now—helping with odd jobs around the bar. Sometimes I even get bored and clean the glasses when Bella gets too busy.
But when I come back, Vick is the only one behind the counter.
I wait a few minutes, thinking maybe she went to the bathroom or something. But then I text her asking if everything's okay. But when I don't get a response, fear drops into my gut like a lead weight.
As I stand, my phone lights up, and when I see Angela is calling, I almost send her to voicemail. But the nagging voice in the back of my head reminds me that Weber doesn't even call just to chat. Whatever it is, is important.
"Alley behind the bar. Go. Now. Jacob Black pulled Bella back there when she was coming out of the restroom."
My blood runs cold, and I don't bother to respond, my phone falling to the ground, and I sprint to the back like my life depends on it. Because it does. Because if anything happens to her, I won't be able to live with myself.
