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"Jesus fucking Christ, are you trying to kill me?" I panted and rolled onto the bed, trying very hard not to move more than I had to. Carlisle laughed and shifted onto his side, smirking as he usually did when he'd fucked me into submission, as he called it. "It's not funny. I'm hurting."

"But it's a good hurt, right?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't keep the smile off my face. "Yeah," I admitted with a sigh. "How much longer do we have until Edward and Jasper drop the boys off?"

"Um," Carlisle looked back at the clock and groaned, "half an hour."

"Just enough time to shower," I murmured, and started to sit up, but stopped when Carlisle snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me back against him. "Lover!"

"I'm not ready to be way from you," he grumbled.

"Then, I guess you'll have to shower with me, won't you?" I asked, sliding out of his arms and standing up.

"Suppose I will." And throwing the blanket off him, he leapt across the bed, swept me off my feet, and carried me into the large, spacious bathroom. "Don't move."

"Yes, sir," I said, saluting him.

He muttered something under his breath as he bent over and turned on the water. Seeing his ass on display, I couldn't stop myself from giving it a hard slap. "Isabella!" he exclaimed, standing up and looking over at me. "Why did you do that?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Because you have a hot ass, and I really wanted to spank you for being naughty."

"I've been naughty?" he asked, and I nodded. "How?"

"Um, let's see," I started. "You lied to me about being in Forks yesterday morning when you called. You organized our wedding without telling me, or giving me a choice in any of the details. You arranged for the boys to spend the night with Edward and Jasper so that we could be alone. Oh, and you've done nothing since we got to the hotel but fuck me. All said offenses are punishable with a swat on the ass."

"Hmm," he hummed, placing his finger on his lips. "First of all, I never said I was still in Forks, just implied that I was still there. Second, I knew you were already stressed out with the move, school starting soon, and other things," he said, cryptically referring to my stalker. "Third, I figured you and Dad could use a break from the boys. Fourth, I needed to fuck you, Isabella. I've been craving your touch for days."

I smiled. "You say the sweetest things, lover."

"I try." He turned and bent over to shut off the water, and being the good wife I was, I slapped his ass again. "Isabella!"

"What? You presented it to me. I figured you must have liked being spanked."

He opened his mouth and then closed it. "I didn't hate it."

"Good to know." Smirking, I stepped past him and into the shower and turned to let the warm water wash through my hair and over my body. Carlisle stepped in front of me, his hands gripping my hips and tugging me toward him. His hard cock was pressed between us, and though my body ached from the hours of love-making we'd had, I wanted more. I needed more. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slid down his body and onto my knees.

"Isabella," he murmured, inhaling deeply.

I didn't respond as I snaked my tongue out, swiping it across the bubbling tip.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, tangling his fingers in my wet hair. "More, baby. Please, fucking give me more."

My lips parted more and I took him into my mouth, brushing my tongue along his hard shaft. Setting a slow pace, I started moving on him, letting him sliding out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, and then taking him back in until he hit the back of my throat. Carlisle was panting and groaning, his fingers were grabbing my hair so tight that it almost hurt, but felt good at the same time.

"Your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned, shifting his hips toward me. "I'm not gonna last long, Isabella."

I sucked my cheeks in, causing him to cry out as he slammed his hand onto the shower wall. His cock pulsated and a moment later, his release filled my mouth. I swallowed every bit before I stood up and placed my hands on his chest.

"Did you like that?" I asked.

"Like is a bit of an understatement," he laughed, sliding his hands down toward my pussy, but I grabbed his hand. "Isabella!"

"Lover, I hurt too much," I whined. "Plus, you gave me like million orgasms already."

"Fine, but later, I'm going to give you number million and one." Carlisle pressed his lips against mine. "Holding you like this, knowing that you're my wife, is an amazing feeling, Isabella. I love you so much."

I smiled. "I love you, too. Feels like our lives are finally starting to settle a little. At least I hope so," I tacked on, thinking about Gabriel Varner.

I wasn't a fool, I knew he wasn't done with me. He'd made his intentions more than clear. He'd find us, and when he did, he would stop at nothing to fuck me. I shivered, pressing my body against Carlisle's.

"Hey, why are you shivering?" Carlisle asked, gliding his fingers across my cheek.

"No reason," I lied.

"If you say so," he said, softly, and then pressing his lips against mine again.

Twenty minutes later, we'd showered and were in our hotel room, getting dressed. Carlisle had managed to get us the same suite we'd stayed in when we first came to San Francisco just a few weeks before. I'd just put a pair of shorts and T-shirt when someone knocked on the door.

"I'll get it," I said before walking out of the bedroom, across the gigantic living room, and over to the door. Peeking through the eyehole, I felt my shoulders relax when I saw Jasper and Edward standing there. Unlocking the door, I pulled it open, smiling when I saw them and the boys.

"Mommy!" Tyler cheered, leaping into my arms. I laughed as I held up on my hip. "I missed you."

"You did?" I asked, and when he nodded, I said, "I missed you more."

"Nope," he said, laying his head on my shoulder. He brought his hand up to the heart-shaped necklace that hung around my neck. "You're still wearing it."

"Of course I am. My boys gave it to me." The smiles that lit up Tyler and Michael's faces were breathtaking. I stepped backward and held the door open as I looked over at Edward and Jasper. "Come on in."

"Thanks," Jasper said. He and Edward walked in and stopped as they looked around the large suite. "Damn, this place is nice."

"You said a bad word, Jasper," Tyler laughed, wiggling himself out of my arms and running over and jumping on the couch.

"No jumping on the furniture," Carlisle and I said together as he walked out of the bedroom.

The boys groaned, but rushed over and leapt into his arms. It hadn't been easy to pry them away from their father the night before. After the wedding, Sasha had prepared a feast that made all-you-can-eat buffets look like a snack. The boys glued themselves to Carlisle, and when it was time for us to leave, they weren't happy. They loved Edward and Jasper, but they'd missed their father.

Clearing my throat, I turned to Edward and Jasper, wanting to give Carlisle a few minutes alone with the boys. "Did they give you any trouble last night?"

"Nah," Edward said, sitting on the couch. Jasper sat next to him, placing his hand on his lover's knee. "Alice, Esme, Emmett, and Rose stayed for a while, so we lit a fire in the pit and roasted marshmallows. I think they managed two before they were passed out in our laps."

I smiled. "Sounds like a fun night."

"It was," Jasper replied. "Not as fun as yours, I bet, though."

I opened my mouth, but then shut it. "True."

Behind me, I heard Carlisle laugh and when I looked back at him, he winked at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Edward and Jasper. "Thanks for taking them for the night. I'm sure Peter could have handled them, but he's had a long week with us."

"You're welcome," Jasper said. "When are you moving into the beach house?"

"Moving company should be here tomorrow," Carlisle said, lugging the boys over to the couch and sitting down with them practically in his lap. "At least that's what they told me."

"I hope so," I murmured, sitting next to him.

Tyler was immediately in my lap, his head resting on my shoulder. "Me, too."

—TW—

"We're going to be so late," I muttered, rushing around the room and gathering the clothes that trickled out of our bag over the last three days. The movers had called an hour ago and let us know they'd be arriving at the beach house in half an hour, and we were still trying to pack our stuff so we could meet them. The boys were sitting in the living room with the television on while Carlisle and I tried to shove three days' worth of clothes into one bag.

"No, we're not," Carlisle said, throwing one of my shirts at me. It landed on my head, completely covering my face. "Oh, sorry."

"You are not," I scoffed, pulling it off and stuffing it inside. Straightening up, I looked around the room. "I think that's everything."

"I've double checked the bathroom, the boys' room, and the living room. Anything left will be taken to the front desk, or stolen by housekeeping."

"Ha-ha, very funny," I grumbled, zipping up the bag and hooking it over my shoulder. Carlisle walked around the bed, sliding his hand up my arm and taking the bag from me. "I can carry that, you know."

"I do, but I get all kinds of happy feelings when you let me be a gentleman," he said, frankly. "You can do me a favor, though."

"What?" I asked, warily. The night before he'd asked me for a 'favor' and I ended up fingering myself while he fucked my mouth, not that I was complaining. Carlisle was an amazing lover.

"Relax," he told me. I sighed. "We're going to get moved into the beach house today. I promise."

"I know, I know. I'm just so ready to be settled. Feels like we're in limbo, and the boys keep breaking shit," I groused, thinking about the picture they'd knocked off the wall the night before last when Michael threw his shoe at Tyler because he'd elbowed him in the junk.

"Then we'd better go," he suggested, hooking the bag onto his shoulder before taking hold of my hand and leading me out of the room. "Boys, up and out."

Michael and Tyler whined, but climbed off the couch, turned off the television, and walked over to us. They were less than excited about moving into the beach house. All it had taken was one order from room service, and suddenly, they'd been trying to convince us to just live in the hotel. I suspected it had more to do with the fact that there were no dishes, and housekeeping kept the place tidy.

Ten minutes later, the boys, Carlisle, and I were checked out of the hotel and on our way to the beach house. When Carlisle pulled up in the small, drive-way, I was surprised to see other cars parked out front. The boys climbed out of the backseat and rushed down the pathway to the house. Carlisle and I followed and found Edward, Jasper, Alice, and Esme. The only ones missing were Rose and Emmett, who had to fly back to Forks. I hated that they had to go back, but their apartment wasn't going to be ready for another couple weeks and if they wanted Rose's parents to pay their rent, they needed to do everything by their rules.

"Here comes the bride!" Alice sang, bouncing up the pathway, and throwing herself in my arms.

I laughed. "I'm not a bride anymore."

"It's only been three days, Mrs. Cullen. You're still a bride," she snickered, looping her arm in with mine and dragging me over to Esme, who slid her arm around Alice's waist. "This house is adorable!"

"Isn't it?" I asked, looking at the house. "I'm thinking of getting some plants for the porch."

"You sound so grown up," Alice teased.

"Said the girl who bought two ferns for our apartment just last week," Esme countered, winking at me.

"Those ferns are our babies, Esme," Alice pouted.

"I know, honey." Esme leaned down and kissed her softly. "And they're gorgeous. Just stop talking to them like they are babies. That's creepy."

"Okay," Alice sighed, though I could see how happy she and Esme were together. She looked down at her watch. "Where are the movers?"

"Late," Carlisle grumbled as he unlocked the front door. "As usual."

The boys rushed down to their bedroom, yelling about where they were going to put their beds and how they couldn't wait to mess the place up. Carlisle and I showed Edward, Jasper, Alice, and Esme around, and then settled out on the front porch while we waited for the movers to show up.

Waited, and waited, and waited.

Finally, after almost two hours, the large truck pulled up. Carlisle and I shared a look before we headed up the pathway to where they were waiting.

"Sorry, we're late," one of the movers said, shaking Carlisle's hand. "The directions we were given had us on the other side of the city. Then we got stuck in traffic, and, well, let's just say it's been a bad day so far."

"It's fine," Carlisle told him with a wave of his hand. I barely held my snort at bay. It wasn't okay, but whatever. I wasn't in the mood to start crap. All I wanted was to get our stuff loaded into the house. "Where's the other truck?"

"They should be here in ten minutes," the other mover said, though there was something about his tone that made me nervous. It was almost like he knew something that we didn't, and that didn't set well with me.

"All right." Carlisle and I followed him to the back of the truck and waited while the two of them unlocked the back and pushed the door open. "Oh, my God!"

Everything inside the truck had been destroyed. Our couches had been torn to shreds as had the beds. All the boxes were open, and their contents spilled out. I could see broken glass, ripped books, broken toys, clothes cut to scraps, and there was a rotten smell coming from inside, like a mixture of fish and piss. But before I could say anything, I heard the other truck coming down the street, and when I turned back, I felt my heart clench inside my chest. Perched on top of the flatbed, was my truck, the truck I'd inherited from my father. Like everything else we owned, it'd had been demolished. Broken windows, slashed tires, beat up body, and what looked like several different colors of spray painted. On the passenger side of the truck were the words: You're mine, slut.

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